#avem rambling

[avemstella]

I said I had more Dulce est Desipere in Loco art and I was not kidding (this isn't even all of it lol). Massive spoilers under cut haha (also uh tw for some gore, which I guess is a spoiler in it of itself but whatever). Also there's my hyper specific to this fic's universe Focacchino meta down there too lol.

I love drawing deranged abyss corrupted Furina can't u tell haha. I also really like the idea of Furina going full Roman Emperor when she's corrupted (I looked at paintings of Nero for that design)

Also doomed toxic yuri

This isn't a literal showing of what happened, but I do like that idea that due to Furina being corrupted there was more abyssal influence, hence more monsters which ended up killing Egeria. So while Furina girl failed at revenge, in a way she did cause it.

And of course, Focacchino. I love them, your honor. Alre has abandoned her homeland for a foreign god and returns to finally meet her former Archon only to realize she was a weak fake all along and has to grapple with that. Except, it gets revealed to her later that weakness was just a facade and that god was the reason her homeland will drown. But even with how much she has lost her mind she still does everything for her son in her own messed up way, and that is something she can respect.

And in Furina's case this is a woman who successfully raised her kids into weapons but somehow still gave them a better life. Who is honestly trying to stop this nation from drowning, no matter her methods. Who in the end respects Furina despite the blood on her hands. And most important of all, will kill her. So that Neuvillette would be spared having to do it himself.

[avemstella]

This one murders me every time. Yes, google, when I wrote Poland, I definitely actually meant Ireland. 😂😭

googledocs you are getting awfully uppity for something that can’t differentiate between “its” and “it’s” correctly

[crybabydraws]

Tumblr notifs out here asking dumb questions. Of course they are. That's not a secret. Smh 🙄

[charaunofficial]

Mod is this Dessmods december? Or your own version of her

(Nope! Dessmod is super cool but very obviously has an idea for what she's up to in their universe. This is my own :)

Honestly I think the only blog that, of those I've talked to, could be considered a part of this blog's canon would be Memo (and we have talked about it a bit) but iirc they still haven't made a solid decision on it and honestly I respect that! So for now, I am the one and only blog for this continuity, and it'll likely stay that way. I'm a bit finicky about that just because I do have a whole story in mind, and sorting out the lore and everything with someone I don't know that well is just a hassle I don't want to deal with right now, mostly because I don't have a ton of spare time.)

[gasterofficial]

Ok not the anon who has a crush on you, BUT deadass everytime you start talking about sciencey stuff I’m like 😳

oh my god help thats so sweet help me. i looove infodumping about things it truly might as well be a love language. im always afraid i just come off as haughty or a know-it-all but i really just love to tell people new things... it feels good to be able to figure things out and solve problems and share that knowledge with other people :]

[paris-in-flames]

"Why do I like tragedies so much?" I say, as if the ending of Tinerețe fără bătrânețe și viață fără de moarte didn't send my 9 year old self reeling

[unlikecharlie]

You know your country has way too many Black Fridays when during the actual Black Friday they call it "American Black Friday"

[ibukimiomail]

“Ibuki has seen a lot of people judge what other people do on instinct.”

“Like swinging back and forth when they're in a good mood, playing with the nearest possible object when nervous and spinning in a chair just because it feels nice.”

“So Ibuki's message is to just ignore those people! If those actions help you feel better, keep doing them!”

“Don't feel ashamed about doing it!”

“Just be yourself and do stuff that makes you happy!”

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(Mod Avem: I forgot to mention this in the last positivity post but if you guys ever want to submit things that Ibuki could cheer you up on, feel free to ask/message! This is a Positive Space and I won't judge! c: )

[jupiterseal]

Any ocs you have that you don't really talk much about these days?

OOOO Now this is an ask I absolutely can get behind with >:]c! So proceed with the read more with caution bc I might just as well go into LENGTHY rambling...

Explorer (TF2):

I really looked at the TF2 classes and went “you know what would be a really good idea, a 10th class OC of a astronaut with alien parasite :]” This poor soul is named Jack O’Malley, a Irish born dude with a lot of dreams to visit space. He decided to move out of his home country to live in the States for schooling. After the graduation, he applied for NASA to get a position from there.

He didn’t expected a contact from secret service regarding about wanting to send him into the atmosphere of Earth. It was reported that there was a foreign object in the orbit. Jack just didn’t care, he wanted to see the stars for himself so he took the position.

Long story short, he came back from the atmosphere with a unwelcomed guest and got taken in as a experiment. The scientists knew they have to keep him so they informed the O’Malley family that Jack died for the country. The rumors started to spread to one of Mann brothers’ and he decided to send for mercs to fetch the experiment.

Now Jack is the 10th class and felt very belonging to the team. Yea he got fucked up trauma now but hey! At least he’s having some beers and singing along

Ned Sealington:

He was inspired by me looking at a lot of baby Harper Seal pictures years ago. He was the main character of the FlipNotes I always made when I was younger and it was titled “Adventures of Ned the Seal”. Even gave him the role of security guard in Five Nights at Freddy’s during my fanmade comics era, I was truly powerful back then...

So every now and then, I think about him and I go “I miss that little dude, I love him :]”

Grimmson:

Grimmson, preferably Grimm, is obviously Grim Reaper who accidentally got hired as a mascot of a 20s cartoon, hence the appearance. But he decided not to point out the mistake since the job does pay a lot, supporting his habit of collecting man made objects. He’s a collector himself so he has a room of his own to keep those things in :]c

He’s pretty laid-back and really chill with souls he collected and minions who serve under him. Grimm is not too strict with things but does keep things uptight since he doesn’t want another earful from Life herself.

Astraea Gears:

She’s the main protagonist of ongoing story, The Solar Revolutions! She’s a fearless leader who has an talent for pressing buttons to set people off and willing to protect her group even if they’re head-to-head over things. Did I mention that she’s a transwoman :]c? The original groundwork of the TSR did went through a lot of changes that I decided to assign her a different identity, keeping her own girlfriend!

Scow Webb:

I love this dude a lot, I absolutely do, I will wife him so hard!

He’s a very down to earth dude out of his friends while respecting his family legacy and farming tradition. Scow is a spirit possessing a scarecrow and his death wasn’t that gentle since he perished in fire. So yeah, he’s kind of stuck to the scarecrow and made himself immortal. He did appeared in some short comics and writings, but I scarcely draw him than I wanted to, I really love him a lot.

King Drapes:

One and the only bestest friend of Scow!

He’s not exactly a king himself but rather a title he decided to take it for himself. His origins is very confusing and I couldn’t even find a good one for him, so it just remains a mystery as always. Scow and he crossed their paths one day as if fate intended it since they will turn out to be really close friends.

In comparison to Scow, KD is a dude with high energy and really fun to hang around. He always want to see new things, new civilization and such since it have been years since he died and got brought back to life.

Markl Avem:

Lastly, this is a very special OC to me for various reasons! Under the title, The Midnight Train, he came from three brothers (found family trope) and worked under the head scientist, Schrodinger, on a research about different realms across universes. He has an ability to shift between human and humanoid bird, even an dragon bird as well! Given the history, he’s a very quiet guy but does care a lot about his brothers and people he met across the realms.

[avemstella]

And I told you one day you will see, that I'll be back I guarantee And that hell's coming, hell's coming Hell, hell's coming with me

- Poor Man's Poison

Egeriaaaaaaaa... I have so many thoughts about u that are probably going to be super wrong, but for the moment I can live in my Delusions of u being a morally... bankrupt questionable queen (also all my Furina headcanons).

though that new egeria lore via fontaine wings does mention her committing sins so I heeeeyyyyyy

[verifiefangirl]

Last Breath

AN: Sorry I couldn’t add the keep reading cut off on mobile it’s a bit long.

Azriel had gotten permission to take the middle Archeron sister on a mission with him. It was low threat work and Montevere was made for her. It had rolling hills, exotic flowers and surrounded by water and forest, it was truly breathtaking. It was their fourth day here and they were doing some light treading in the forest. He had to make a more detailed map for his spies of the path leading to the waterfall. 

He was in his Illyrian leathers with just light weapons. He could see Elain glancing over at him every so often from the corner of her eye before biting her lip and looking away. It shot his nerve for some reason, making him self conscious. They strolled in companionable silence. Occasionally he’d lend his hand to help her climb over fallen stumps and rocky boulders. Those brief touches heated him to the core. He couldn’t deny that their time spent together here created an even closer bond between the two. He almost forgot she was mated to another and he was supposed to be in love with the same female he had been for the last 500 year. Though as the day passed his affections for Mor became more of an afterthought. God he was incorrigible. A bastard really. 

He heard Elain let out a sharp gasp and he came to attention and he saw a majestic bird fly overhead. It had every colour of the rainbow on its feathers. 

“It’s stunning.” Her voice laced with awe. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” The smile that tug on his own lips was instantaneous, though it had nothing to do with the bird but the female at his side. 

“They are known as Laetus avem. They are one of the few species that mate for life and said to be unable to survive without their partner. A lot of them die from sadness from such a loss” He gazes up at the sky too and analyse them with interest.

Elain’s hands covered her mouth with emotion and continues to stare at them with wonder 

 “The coloured ones are actually males whereas the females tend to have a deep blue colouring. Sorry I’m rambling.” He apologised a faint blush covering his cheeks as Elain surveyed him from head to toe, a strange look crossing her face, his shadows weaves closer to him from the sight. 

“This whole trip has just made me realise how amazingly smart you are and how brilliant your mind is.” She said, flashing him one of her heart stopping smile. The colour on his cheeks deepened even further. He ducked his head in embarrassment, not used to such a compliment. Shrugging his shoulder he tucks his hands in his pocket. 

“It’s just a bunch of random stuff bouncing around in there.” He said sheepishly. 

“I could spend hours picking your brain apart.” She said playfully. “The things you know is so fascinating.” He didn’t know what to do with himself from all the compliments. 

“Thank you.” He said curtly. “You’d be one of the few people.” He said rather sardonically. 

“You’re wrong.” She said stubbornly. That’s another thing that surprised him about Elain, her resolution. His attention wavers to a doe in the distance. His hand curls around Elain’s bicep, bringing her to a halt as he quietly motions towards the small animal, grazing. Her eyes grow even larger. They are enraptured by as it brambles around before releasing a distressed sound, it stumbles back to the safety of its mother. 

*** 

Its only a short journey before they reach the waterfall. The force of the water crashing below fills their ears. The scent of minerals and earth laces the air. Sunlight streams through the canopy of the trees and butterflies flutter in the breeze. It’s an oasis, like something straight out of a dream. For once Elain seems at a loss for words. She walks around the ice blue water, taking it all in. His wings rustle behind him, unwittingly, her beauty in contrast to the little slice of paradise surrounding them. His thoughts flicker for a second and he briefly wonders if he is actually dreaming. 

“Shall we go in for a dip?” She has the most downright sinful look plastered on her face right. She was already unlacing her shoes and dipping her toes in, her gown hiked up slightly, exposing her ankles and calves, that alone had his heart racing he couldn’t bear anymore skin showing. Satisfaction covers her features at the cooling sensation. 

“You go ahead. I have work to do first.” She pouts at him slightly before huffing and starting the process of unlacing her dress. His eyes widened slightly as she starts pulling it down, he turns on his heels so fast that he almost stumbled. He busies his hands with his satchel and starts absentmindedly marking things down, finding it very hard to concentrate as he hears splashing and sounds of ecstasy escaping Elain’s lips. It takes all his years of training in self control to not turn around and just go to her with reckless abandon. 

He manages but barely as he continues his work for a good half an hour. Elain’s lilting voice breaks him out of his revere. 

“Az, c’mon. It’s not as fun without you here.” The muscles in his back tense and he peers over his shoulder at her. Bad idea, Azriel. He swears expletives in his head, taking the glistening sight of her. The water is up to her shoulders and her hair hangs in damp tendrils, the shade a touch darker.  The restraint he’s notorious for is torn to shreds and lays in tatters at his feet as he starts unlacing his own boots. 

A sound of delight escapes her mouth and she splashes around some more. He works at tunic next and Elain suddenly falls silent, which shots his frazzled nerves more. The expanse of his tanned chest exposed, he watches Elain do that thing she was doing earlier where should would glance at him and bite her lip. It made him have downright dirty thoughts, things he had no such business in even entertaining. 

He removes his leathers next, he expects Elain to turn away with a blush on her cheeks but she continues watching with a dark glint in her eye. He’s never been the self conscious type but right now he’d will his shadows to reveal all the secrets and thoughts that were running through her mind. Only in his undershorts he glides into the water, stopping inches from Elain. Her caramel eyes reveal nothing yet everything at the same time. He realises she’s only in a white shift which is transparent now. He does his best not to stare, the blood roaring in his ears is deafening. 

“Hi.” She utters, small smile on her face, peeking at him through her lashes. 

“Hi.” He replies, the answer rumbling deep from within his chest, making his voice sound husky. Amusement glimmers in his hazel depths. They swim around each other for a while, just revelling in the sounds of nature around them. At one point Elain’s damp hair brushed against his chest and he thought his heart might actually jump out of his chest. It didn’t escape her notice though.

“You’re so restless today, Az.” She had a mischievous smile on her lips. He merely arched a brow in response to her, praying she didn’t put it together that she was the reason he was so tense. Her finger traced the delicate edge of his wing and he sucked in a deep breath. 

“These especially. They won’t stop rustling.” Her voice laced with ponderment. He felt her body shift closer, till he could practically feel the heat of her chest against his back. Those clever fingers not relentling on their deliciously, tortuous journey.

“So beautiful.” She said absentmindedly. He felt her fingers trace the scars from the night he saved her. His was practically heaving now, fist clenched at his side, the muscle in his jaw twitching. She was heading towards dangerous territory, he was fighting to keep his desire at bay. They traced the upper part of his wing and there was no mistaking the anguished moan that escaped through his lips. 

He flipped around so fast, she didn’t have didn’t have time to react as he grabbed the wrist that was inflicting such excruciating pleasure to him. His eyes were dark and damn near unreadable but there was no hiding the effect she had on him, as his briefs strained to contain him, the wet fabric clinging tightly to every inch. 

“Enough.” He whispered in a guttural tone. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, his own features were laced with devastation. They stood at a standoff for what felt like hours before she took a hesitant step toward him, like he was some wounded animal that would easily scare off. Her eyes never left his, the colour like molten honey as they pierced through his soul, until each crevice of his black soul was mixed with her golden.

“Elain.” He warned, surveying her warily but that seemed to motivate her more. She rested her hand above his heart while the other one cupped his cheek, her thumb gently caressing his jaw. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief second and that was all it took as something whizzed through the air. The arrow pierced through his wing and the roar he released scared off all life surrounding them. 

“Azriel!” Elain screamed, fear coating her voice.

The second one just missed him by inches. He pulled Elain roughly to him, shielding her as he tried to reach the shore where his weapon and their clothes lay. He felt a second arrow enter his side, he let out a grunt. The were laced with Ash and he could feel it entering his system, slowing his movement. There was no chance he could winnow them out of here now. 

He had grabbed Elain’s stuff first and tossed them to her. He had barely managed to slip on his pants when he saw the figures approach them from all sides of the forest. He swore and swiped his Truthteller off the ground. Fuck, so stupid. He was so stupid. He should have never let his guard down and had his weapon on him all the time. 

“Run.” He bellowed to her, lacing his fingers through hers as he tugged them towards the only opening. They covered good ground but he was progressively slowing them down, the blood from his wounds started turning black.

“Go, I’ll catch up. I need to take care of him first.” The shooter notching arrows was perched on a tree top. 

“Az please.” Elain whimpered. He cupped her face as they come to a stop.

“Trust me.” He whispered to her as their foreheads touched for a split second. Her whole body was laced with pain and fear as she gave him that deep stare again before her eyes shuttered and she nodded, letting out a deep breath. 

Though it was excruciating to flap his wings, he did so, swerving the arrows soaring towards him. He looked like an avenging angel sent to deliver death. The soldier's eyes widened as he got within range of him and flung the truthteller straight through his head, right between the brows. His body fell with a thud. Azriel banked  on the ground, shaking the forest floor. Icy rage laced his feature but also cold blankness. The promise of death covered his features as he approached the dead body and yanked his blade back out swiftly.

As the rest approached him...those who were smart knew to look at him with fear. His shadows were ferocious, blinding his victims and he finished the job, swiftly and brutally, slicing them with his notorious blade. Hand to hand, he knocked down an army of soldiers. He lost track of how many fell. Everything was starting to blur and he knew that he couldn’t go on like this for much longer. 

Azriel was taken off guard as Elain’s chocolate eyes peered out from behind a tree from afar. She was dangerous to him because with that split second of hesitation, someone had him in a chokehold from behind and a knife was dragging through the centre of his chest. He snarled as he was forced on his knees. A hand twisted his, forcing his grip of the truthteller to loosen and it fell to the ground with a clang, along with any hope of him getting out of this alive. A cry of pain got caught in his throat as his fingers were stomped on and then further broken in several places to ensure he wouldn’t be able to do any more damage with his blade. That was only the calm before the storm. Multiple people approached his hunched form. A blow was landed on his head, making his already cloudy head, spin in several directions. He felt something trickle down from his temple and realised it was blood. Even though his head was pounding and was starting to feel like it was filled with cotton, the only thought that kept running through his mind was hope that Elain had escaped from all of this. 

He scanned the forest again, spying out where he’d seen her last but was relieved to find there was nothing there anymore. Maybe his Ash induced self was delirious and imagined her face there. He shot his captors a bloodied smile. Azriel had felt pain and torture in his life, this was nothing compared to what his half brothers cooked up for him. They were real sick fucks. 

“Well what are you waiting for?” He choked out, spitting blood out while doing so at the mens feet. “I’m not afraid of death.”

Someone grabbed him by the root of his hair and tipped his head back to meet a pair of brown eyes covered by a mask. The person tutted. 

“What’s the rush, Shadowsinger.” His own smile was so twisted that something in his stomach lurched.

He made a motion to what was left of his men and with that the two of them grabbed his arms, holding them secure while a third plunged a dagger down his wings shredding it from top to bottom. His hold body seized and strained. He felt like he was on fire. His wings were connected to so many nerves that everything was thumping with agony. He thought he was going to throw up. The scream that escaped his mouth didn’t even sound like him. 

“Illyrians ... so sensitive.” The man said with a pleased look on his face. Azriel’s breathing was stunted and ragged.

“Is that all you got?” He choked out. Anger passed over his features before he reared his fist back and with a sickening crunch it met his cheek. From there it was amped up several notches. He didn’t even know what to focus on. The wound on his side and chest was long forgotten about as the integrity of his wings was obliterated. He could barely hold himself up, let alone his head up.

He felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness as more pain was being inflicted upon him. The last bits of his will was slipping away, like sand through his fingers. He found himself embrace his demise and the death awaiting him as more blood trickled out of his mouth, coating his black blade. It was the sound of her sweet, lilting voice that had him fighting to keep his eyes open. 

“Don’t you touch my Shadowsinger.” She said it in such a calm voice that it was eerie. He tried to say her name, to get her to go, leave him but all that left his mouth was a bunch of gurgling noises. Her figure was blurry to him but there was no mistaking that scent. He heard the chorus of laughter ring out from the men. 

“Is that supposed to scare me?” He scoffed, even the sound of him addressing Elain had his nerve grating and he wanted to rip his off. She merely walked up to where they had him grasped and picked up his fallen blade. The red droplets against the blackness was oddly striking. The man laughed some more.

“Do you even know how to wield that?” A sinister smile crossed the once innocent flower growers face.

“Why don’t we find out?” As quick as a deer, she was in front of him. It was because of the man’s underestimation of the doe eyed women that she plunged the blade into his chest, where his heart lay as seasoned as an Illyrian warrior would. She twisted the blade over and over. She made sure to look in his eyes as she did so.

“Oh...did I forget to mention? I’m the bitch that took down Hybern.” An innocent look was plastered on her features. Then she proceeded to stab his body in numerous places even after it was obvious he was dead. The remaining men all flinched around him, dropping his body after seeing their fellow leader fallen. They couldn’t scramble away from him fast enough. When she was satisfied with the damage she carried out upon the asshole she turned her attention to her Shadowsinger who was barely conscious.

She ran up to his sprawled body, a sob getting choked in her chest. He felt her smooth back his hair, trying to staunch some of his wounds but there was too many. It would be of no use. He would be of no use. 

“Go.” He uttered out so weakly he wasn’t sure she even heard him but she had.

“Never.” She said fiercely as tears started falling from her eyes. 

“You’re….you’re...wo-worse...th-than...Cassian.” He choked out, trying to lift his mouth in a smile but unable to do so. He heard her a soft laugh in between her tears. 

“Sssh...don’t speak. Save that energy.” 

“E-Elain...I-I...lo-.” 

“I know, ssh, I know Az.” She tried to lift him in a sitting position and with some grunting and upper body strength she managed to do so. 

“I’m going to winnow us out of here.” He wanted to protest but everything around him was starting to fade rapidly. She had never winnowed anywhere let alone trying to get them both to Velaris together but she did exactly that. The last thing he remembers before blacking out completely was Rhys’ voice roaring his name and Cassian hands carrying him through the mansion. All he kept thinking was man... the Madja seriously needed a pay raise.

@julesherondalex​ @jemma-nessian-and-elriel  @maastrash @empress-ofbloodshed @wolffrising @azrielismycinnamonrollprimary @sezkins79 @poisonous00 @humanexile @sleeping-and-books @highladyofidris @theshadowsinger-and-thefawn

[purple-vodka-99]

~~Romanian version~~

Vi s-a intamplat sa vedeti un film cu adolescenti, si dupa sa va ganditi “la naiba, as vrea sa am viata lor”? Intreb pentru tocmai mi s-a intamplat asta. Adica, au si ei problemele lor in film, dar pana la urma ajung fericiti. Sa nu mai spunem ca baiatul care juca unul dintre rolurile principale era super sexy. Si m-am intrebat “la naiba, de ce nu pot intalni si eu un baiat asa dragut si care sa nu fie badaran?”. Cred ca asta este visul multor adolescente :))). Dupa mi-a trecut prin cap “ce naiba? eu abia sunt clasa a 9a si deja vreau un iubit aratos, cu toate ca eu nu sunt cine stie ce model Victoria’s Secrets, care sa ma mai si iubeasca si sa traimi fericiti pana la adanci batraneti”. Sincer, m-a apucat rasul. Dar dupa m-am gandit... fiecare are povestea lui. Eu am povestea mea, tu ai povestea ta, el are povestea lui si ea are povestea ei. Oricum, cred ca am cam batut campii :P, cred ca ceea ce voiam sa spun este ca fiecare isi gaseste afectiunea de care are nevoie, la momentul potrivit. Desigur acum intervine rabdarea, de care sunt sigura ca nu toti avem parte, iar eu sunt una din acele persoane. Dar... incerc sa gandesc pozitiv, iar pana sa vina momentul “iubitului perfect”, am de gand sa ma bucur de fiecare moment alaturi de prietenii mei. Incearca si tu!

A da,scuze daca cuiva nu ii place sau nu ii convine ce am scris, insa eu prin intermediul tumblr-ului vreau sa ma descarc, sa spun ce gandesc, sa imi las mintea si imaginatia in voie “sa se joace” :))))).

~~English version~~

It happened to see a movie with teenagers, and after to think "damn, I wish I had their lives"? I asked, ‘cause this just happened to me. I mean, they have their problems in film, but eventually end up happy. Not to mention that the boy who played one of the lead roles was super sexy. And I asked myself "damn, why can not I meet a guy and cute and so that is not rude?". I think this is the dream of many teenage girls :))). After occurred to me "what the hell? I barely already are 9th grade and want a handsome boyfriend, although I'm not who knows what Victoria's Secrets model that has me and love and live happy ever after. " Honestly, I grabbed laughter. But then I thought ... each has a story. I have my story, you have your story, he has his story and she has her story. Anyway, I think I kinda rambled :P, I think what I wanted to say is that each finds affection it needs at the right time. Of course now comes patience, which I am sure not all we get, and I'm one of those people. But ... I try to think positively and to come up when "perfect boyfriend" I intend to enjoy every moment with my friends. Try This!

Oh yes, sorry if someone does not like or does not like what I wrote, but I via tumblr site I want to download, to say what I think, I let my mind and imagination freely "play" :)) ))).

[avemstella]

I've been having a great time with this new patch (harbingers and Remuria, I was only ever going to have a fun time), here's some small rambling thoughts under the cut that aren't particularly spoilerly but just to be safe

Teenage father Arle, I'm in tears. She's a baby. I both love it and hate it, what is this pfft. Also because there is a very real chance that she became a Harbinger at 17, and Ajax has been stated to be the youngest person to become a Harbinger, that means he became a Harbinger sometime between age 14-16 (maybe slightly older if we bump up Arle's age because there is ambiguity there, but still). Of all things my fic to get right, honestly not the one I wanted because of the implications lol. 16-year-old Harbinger Childe, what a thing.

Also, people were always saying that Arle would be shitty because of Childe and Scara's voicelines, but I was always like 'yo those two are super biased they aren't the best source of info' and I like being right pfft. I love stuff like this, it's such fun character building for both parties.

It makes me really curious about Pulcinella, like there are two ways of reading his shit talking of Arle to Childe. A) he's got along with the previous Knave and is pissed she killed her so he's complaining to the kid he picked up, or B) he's intentionally isolating Childe from the other harbingers by making them out to be the worst. Also, could be a mix of both, and either way neither particularly paint him in the best light. Either way, super intrigued (though I personally hope there's nuance to him, we already have the Dottore/Scara dynamic that's just Dottore being the worst. Like don't get me wrong don't want Pulcinella to nessisarilly be a secret amazing guy (and I do like the Dottore Scara dynamic), but I think there's a balance u know).

Rip harbinger found fam u were too good for this world, though I will admit if we aren't getting that I do love a good political drama. I'm digging all the different Fatui factions and how they fight, but also work together.

Also, talk of Tonia rebellious phase makes me giggle because of future fic plans, and that's all I'm gonna say haha.

And finally Remuria! Okay this will be short because I've not had a lot of time this week and only just started that quest lol. But damn what I've seen so far is so cool. I love exploring this sort of thing and because I have a decent grasp of the lore has helped a lot.

Also this me being delusional, but me seeing the cat with heterochromia and how the ruins of Remuria were sealed under a Spring... looks at my Furina fic... (I know I'm delusional, but it brings me joy pfft). Furina is part of my Remuria exploration team for a reason haha.

But yes, I'll probably have more to say later (for example I'm waiting to unlock naturally Arle's voicelines/stories, though I have seen some talk of them), so stay tuned (maybe).

[avemstella]

So as u probably know I went insane with the fake Rome lore in my Furina fic and since posting that thing I went 'holy shit Ajax is Greek' and how both of them are tied together by the Primordial Sea. I have so many thoughts.

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Genshin 5.1 Archon Quest Spoiler

I must mention that I did in fact make a full colored (and color coded for different groups!) Khaenri'ah character chart entirely for this joke, for which I knew I would be blurring because there are massive spoilers on it pfft. One day I'll show it off, one day.

Okay, so originally I was going to have a ramble here about my current Natlan thoughts, but well...

uh, yeah haha. Hades 2 has once more consumed my time and brain (oh god the amount of video essays I have in my head for it, good lord). I'm not going to reveal how many hours I've played in this last week, it's embarrassing, but I have kind of burned through the new stuff, so I'll be back on the fic writing grind soon. Also because, despite the distraction and generally how slow its been, I'm quite excited to write it (teaser, there's a Skirkback with some vital lore! Also I just missed Skirk pfft)

Thank you everyone for your patience

[avemstella]

So, uh little late on this, but thank you everyone for 2000 kudos on smfwtwd (it's technically 2007 now lol)! Like holy shit, how has that happened??? I still don't understand how my silly self-indulgent Harbinger fanfic that's wildly off canon in almost every way for ages now still gets new people engaging with it. I've been incredibly lucky with my readers and just, thank you all so much. I'm incredibly grateful every day for it, and just know it brings me endless joy that people enjoy my work. I can never thank everyone enough.

I don't have anything particularly related to my fic to give in celebration, however here's pictures of my new dog who might or might not be the reason the next chapter will be later than it should be haha (okay that's being written at a good rate I'm being dramatic)

Look at my adorable baby boy (he's not a baby he's two pfft).