#estian

[aecho-rambles]

This here is a collection of drawings of my other main characters from the first story arc and the friends of Expugnatrix.

The first one is Estian, her trusted best friend and sunshine of the group. He loves baking and makes the best cupcakes. (2020)

I remember drawing him more than just twice, but I can't find the other images. (WIP from 2021)

Then there was Om, the Chosen One who joins the heroes halfway through the story. They are my absolute favorite character and my precious child. They are shy because their parents did not want them to waste time on socializing so they had to spend all their spare time training to become the perfect warrior that should one day save the planet from prophesied demise.

They and Rhiza, the fourth member to join the team have a little rivalry going on, but they become best friends. I'm not sure what that pose is, but I love the colors of her armor.

Last but not least is Polarfront, their professor/mentor figure who tags along just to make sure his students don't cause any trouble which never works.

And a collage with the heroes.

[aecholapis]

Cringetober Day 19: Dolls/Puppets/etc.

[gradible]

kill or be killed, jack - team 2 iron round

Spring too, is banished from their sight. Such is the way of nature; no one season can last forever.

Industrialization sprouts from the ground. Metallic tiles begin to cover up lush grass and trample over flowers, paving endless streets with their slick cover. Every tree is replaced by a skyscraper, each a thousand times thicker and infinitely tall. Signs begin to advertise products and technologies none from Fodlan would even understand, their holographic light a dazzling contrast to the rustic setting they’re used to. Vehicles that hover just above the ground begin to decorate the scene, with holographic street lights mimicking the billboards high above. Together they paint a picture of busyness. The world is transformed into something incomprehensible; machines have come to transform Eden.

It is raining, but that seems to have little impact here. 

Sirius’ mouth is left ajar when his new arena unfolds before him. His robes and magic bow have been traded for the garb of a warrior and a pair of weapons, intimidating as they are ominous. He takes a moment to gaze up at the sky--noticing how it is now a pale gray--before examining his equipment. Though not visible underneath his stygian gauntlets, a ring wraps round his finger. It feels warm, much like the warmth he shared in the tundra. 

This melancholy silence, however, is broken by the approach of their enemy. A gigantic creature of metallic flesh clings to one of the buildings before him. Multiple limbs crush the glass and concrete of a skyscraper to keep it suspended, seemingly uncaring of the damage they cause to their surroundings. It lets loose its robotic cry: a deafening shockwave no man or beast could possibly reproduce on its own. It has his attention. 

But before Sirius can rush in to attack, its spare limb smashes the ground in front of him. A door on the machine slides open, and from it emerge three smaller entities. They immediately scatter, seeking to terrorize the landscape with shrapnel fire and weighted chops. The main beast roars again, and the cores of all three scouts light up in response. A similarly-colored light cloaks the bigger bot, and it becomes clear to Sirius that they are protecting it. 

This land is not his to call home; this is not his battle to fight. But Sirius cannot stand idly by while four great terrors put countless lives in danger.

He makes for the first scout. It is an easy task, given how preoccupied it is with wreaking aimless havoc. Black energies surround his fist as he closes in, and...

Sirius uses Devil Gauntlets! Roll 1d20 = 10, hit! -2.5 HP; Radio Scout: Bulwark A 7.5/10 HP

Black Ice Node activates! Roll 1d3 = 1, Radio Scout: Bulwark A is deactivated!

The light fades. His fist slams into its hard body, knocking it flat on the ground with a single punch. What’s left is a soulless husk, no better than a large tin can thrown on by the wayside. It is not destroyed, for when Sirius hits it again, no further damage can be done, but the main foe roars again and its protective coat flickers. That’s his sign that progress has been made--that something similar must be done to each smaller enemy. 

Devil Gauntlets activate! Roll 1d10 = 10, -10 HP! Miracle activates! Sirius 0.5/10 HP

As he turns for the other two, tragedy strikes. His gauntlets demonstrate to Sirius that all power comes at a cost. The same black energy that amplified his hit against the monster assaults his arms. It causes him to gasp out in pain, dropping to his knees when the searing spreads to his chest. For a moment, it appears as though this power would take him, but then he feels it: the ring. From beneath his cursed weapons it breaks, and he is spared further harm. The warm healing still ebbs throughout his body, but as he stands, he fears whatever divine force kept him alive would not be inclined to do so again. 

Sure as the sun will rise, the slaughter will continue. 

UP NEXT: @diadic @lualamina @estians

[lualamina]

Howl of Northern Winds | Team 2 - Bronze Round

Arena starter for @diadic, @gradible, & @estians

Another dream. The last one was still fresh. The knight, the shifting landscapes, the blood that would not spill, the same starting place again and again and again. That one had been the product of an enchanted book, they said. This one, as far as Jeritza could tell, had sprung from the darkness of his own mind: a winter tundra as far as the eye could see. Glacial mountains made shadows against the night sky like giant spectators, screaming with the wind that blew from the north.

There were others with him this time. He glanced left and right, assessing whether they were friend or foe and finding that their visages fit holes in his vague memory. Two he knew were students. Nonthreatening. The third was a stranger, and wearing a mask like he did around the monastery. Had Jeritza been concerned with the secrets one kept, he might have suspected the other man of treachery from the start, but the bow he carried was not pointed at him, nor the students.

A roar suddenly shook the mountains all around them and pulled Jeritza’s attention to the northernmost line. The winds had begun to pick up, sending flurries of light snow skimming the flat, frozen earth. Through it padded a four-legged beast, neither wolf nor cougar nor any other animal Jeritza had met in waking life. Water seemed to stream from it, flowing into a crown of ice and hardening in patches along its vulnerable spots like armor. Lowering his stance, gloved fingers tightening around the hilt of the thin, blood-red rapier in his hand, he watched and waited. Then the creature thundered off at lightning speed, its massive claws hardly seeming to touch the ice underneath. It took everything Jeritza had simply to keep it in his line of sight.

As another howl shook the mountains, the beast skidded to a stop some distance away and the water that flowed from it began to cascade in waves across the tundra. 

Aurora Beast uses Surging Waves! Gains +8 avoid for next round Jeritza takes -2HP Current HP: 8/10

Jeritza began to run. Head down, left arm raised to shield his face against the onslaught, he met the surge straight on simply to stay on his feet. The ocean had been a novel sight to him when he had been relocated to the coastal Hrym territory some years earlier, but he had become fascinated with the tremendous power of the sea. It was an entity that crushed and swept away anything too weak to stand before it. If one desired to conquer the waves, one had to be like the rocks that stood against them and churned the tides into white foam. A facet of nature worthy of his rarely-earned respect.

The wave crashed down over him, soaking him through from head to foot, but he emerged from it spitting water and running his hand through his hair. He noted dimly that he wasn’t cold - the excitement that had ignited in his veins held the hypothermia at bay for now  - and kept wading forward. The beast was there, right in front of him, staring him down with wild eyes that glowed in the winter night. As the water retreated, he lunged out with his blade, cutting through the icy armor to make a shallow cut across its thinly-furred hide.

Jeritza barely hits with Crimson Rapier! Roll: 10 - 8 = 2 Aurora Beast takes -0.5HP Current HP: 9.5/10

It dashed away like the wind, then turned sharply back toward him again and threw its head back to cry for the stars.

Aurora Beast misses with Howling Wind! Roll: 3 - 2 = 1 Jeritza takes -0HP Current HP: 8/10

Jeritza jumped forward, landing on his shoulder and rolling as the last of the water condensed into an icicle and shattered against the ground behind him.

Next: @estians

[aimlessarchery]

herbmaxxing

Forage in the forest outside of the village [Max 4 muses per thread] - Receive 1 basket of resource (berries, nuts, mushrooms, herbs, flowers) per post [Can now choose which type]

The buzzing song of insects hangs in the air, accompanied by the sharp crack of a branch snapped underfoot and a grumbled swear. Python kicks the offending stick aside out of the path, cursing the soft cloth shoes that have replaced his usual boots. If he had his clothes and his bow, he could be bringing in pounds of meat to feed the village—if these people were normal. Instead, he trudges through the underbrush with a woven basket on his hip and mutters under his breath.

He's not alone, either. Three sets of hands are better than one, especially when they're expected to contribute to the whole town's larder now. One of the faces with him is...slightly familiar, but he can never be too sure. Not after the way his little chore session got derailed last time. He gestures to each of the girls accompanying him, empty basket swaying off his elbow. "Alright. If either if you are secretly a princess or a queen or something, just get it out of the way and tell me now. Got it?"

@estians / @asphuxia 

[ashenprofessor]

Huff, Puff, Blow your house down

Following the revelations of the true nature of the village, Byleth opened their eyes once more to find themselves outside the defensive walls. A humongous shadow could be seen at the centre of the village in the distance. Looking to the side, Byleth could see the familiar shadowy shapes of the all to familiar nightmares making their attack. They reached for their weapon before noticing that the monsters held no interest in them. 

Andrei, Caeda and Est were alongside the Professor and a quick assessment showed their various states of health. Andrei looked the worst, Byleth could do something about that. “Here, let’s patch you up a bit” They said walking over to the archer while casting psychic. 

Byleth cast Physic on Andrei. 1d20 roll: 3 Bad Heal! (+1HP) Andrei’s HP: 3/10 Byleth cast Physic on Andrei. 1d20 roll: 6 Standard Heal! (+2HP) Andrei’s HP: 5/10

There was a soft light thrown out by the faith spell. By the time it was complete, Andrei looked a little less ‘on the brink of death’. “That’s better” They commented before turning back to the direction of the village. 

A discussion arose among the group of the best plan of action. It was clear they needed to head for Celephais. They still were unsure if they were truly doing the right thing, but it was the path they’d chosen to walk. Byleth only hoped they survived to see the eventual dawn. 

Decision made, the party started the long trek towards the walls they’d spent so much time and resources maintaining and defending. The irony as now they had to attack them. 

Team 1 uses 2AP to move from (0,14) to (2, 14) Byleth heals using Prayer Ring (+1HP) Byleth’s HP: 5/10

@estians @ulircursed @arcaeda

[ultraestonianblog]

[black-suns-rim]

Strange things

I have some more adoptable characters up for grabs on my ko-fi shop! These ones are cheaper than my normal ones since they were made quickly

[fandomcentralsstuff]

Ishakan at the Estian negotiations: Good morning to the ever beautiful the ever intelligent the ever kind the ever glorious Princess Leah de Estia- fuck the rest of y’all.

Margrave Oberde: the insolence!!

Ishakan: *ignores him and turns to Leah*

Ishakan: So Princess, what’s up😎😉

Leah: 😟😳😳

[cherchersketch]

A Villainess for the Tyrant /A Villain is a good match for a Tyrant

It’s so freaking meta. I love it!  ;w; Also the art does a huge glow up over time which is amazing. 

Yes, of course I read this because I’m a sucker for anything with “villainess” and “tyrant” in the title.

Summary As the illegitimate youngest princess, Cecile is randomly selected specially chosen to be the war-hungry tyrant, Emperor Estian’s, wife. Amazing, it’s just like the books she’s read. She tries to rebel but OH NO! HE’S ACTUALLY HOT! Yay marriage~  Of course, it’s all a plan for the emperor to get rid of his enemies by using her as bait. Time to act as a villainess, girl, so people will think the ~evil emperor~ has been tamed! ... is only the first part of the plot. But then it becomes an even more intriguing mystery about the world of stories with a bit of magic sprinkled in. Yes, there’s a side-plot about the author reincarnating into her own novel, even though somehow she’s not the main character this time. Wow!

Tropes   - it’s hot/funny in manhwa but a tyrant would not be this attractive IRL   - 50% crack 50% srs plot   - you get a love interest! you get a love interest! Everyone gets a love interest!!!

FL - Princess Empress Cecile Franvier Nabitan

- of course the FL is beautiful (unfortunately she also knows this) - yo the ~plot twist~ once we learn who she really is though

ML - Emperor Estian

- when in doubt, kill first, ask questions later - of course there’s always a depressing backstory - richer than you’ll ever be

waitaminute why am I not the FL - Saintess

- isekai-ed but I’m just an extra!??!? (but wait it’s the ACTUAL NOVEL AUTHOR) - the embodiment of “gdi I wish that were me” (don’t worry she gets better)

Rating: Yes PLEASE READ THIS Status (as of 12 Jan 2023) 100% complete~

Same Same but Different  - Beware the Villainess!  - Author of my Own Destiny  - Isn’t the Villainess’s Punishment to enter into a Political Marriage with an Autocrat too Lenient? (yes, with this long of a title, it is a JP LN that has a manga)

full rec list

[fabledoath]

And naturally, the pegasus rider's teammates are not exactly laying about while she dispatches the nightmarish threat. There's just another one in close proximity to the one Est would deal with. At the same time, Ashe finds himself positioned atop the wall once more, something that at this point has become a bit of a routine for him. And this one just happens to be way too close to it for its own good. It's no surprise that it's the commoner's immediate target of choice - though it wouldn't be bad to let Caeda do her thing too, she's plenty capable. Caution is needed, as she is hurt, but not without recourse - her Blessed Lance that would actively heal her. Considering that, even though Ashe still kept the weapon made for him last week, boy is he glad there's not a repeat of last week.

So it was decided, he'll set up for his classmate's kill. IF he doesn't miss, that is. The chills that crawl down his back when confronting such ghastly beings don't inspire him much confidence, even if they're not ghosts - he thinks, at least. Jury's still out on that one.

He grips his bow and readies an arrow. Here it goes...!

Ashe attacks Black Slime at (10,3) from (11,4) with Steel Bow. 1d20 roll: 15. Hit! (-2HP) Black Slime’s HP: 1/3.

The arrow sticks into the slime's body, pretty deep too. It's evidently not enough, as it still... stands, or whatever it's doing that mimics standing. That said, it also recoils back slightly, and then stirs for a few seconds in place. It's evidently in its last nonexistent legs. Good enough, Ashe tells himself. It's all according to plan.

It's up to Caeda to finish it off, so that's where Ashe's green eyes follow. He prays, almost instinctively, for good luck.

@arcaeda

slime rancher

Once more, the nights alights with tiny pinpricks of light, their glowing eyes like fallen stars illuminating the forest as the monsters draw near. This time, however, their defenses have been bolstered, new magical armaments decorating the walls of Rusalka as they make their defense against yet another assault.

The side of the village that Est guards has no such magic to aid them, she and Hermes making wide, looping circles around the village wall to make up for their lack of defense. It only makes sense—she may not be a tactician, but even to her it’s plain that she can cover more ground atop her pegasus to make up for it.

Est attacks Green Slime at (12,2) from (12,3) with Kongo. 1d20 roll: 12. Hit! (-2HP) Green Slime’s HP: 1/3. Green Slime counterattacks! (-1HP)  Est’s HP: 9/10. Est attacks Green Slime at (12,2) from (12,3) with Kongo. 1d20 roll: 19. Hit! (-2HP) Green Slime’s HP: 0/3. Green Miasmic Slime (12,2) has been defeated! Green Miasmic Slime drops 2 White Dream Crystals.

Est is just returning to her companions after one such round when she spots the movement through the dark. The hopeful slime’s slow crawl toward the wall does not remain unnoticed by the pegasus knight’s watchful gaze for long. Before it can cross the remaining distance, she has swooped down to intercept it, spearhead glinting in the faintest light in the moment that it raises before her swing.

Unbothered, the slime lurches forward with the intention of shoving past her for the wall. With a squelch, she frees her lance from its body and stabs again, right between its glowing eyes. A tired sigh escapes her lips as it evaporates into little more than smoke, leaving behind two crystals, gleaming the same color of its eyes, for Est to scoop up and tuck away into her satchel.

With a firm tug on the reins, she guides Hermes back into the sky. There’s no time to waste.

TAG !  @fabledoath

[gradible]

the truth - team 2 gold round

For a moment, there is peace. A humbling quiet falls over the ragtag group of heroes, and they are given the rare opportunity for personal reflection. In the vastness of a black void, what else is there to do? Perhaps they are being shown a small comfort to make their upcoming struggle worse, or perhaps it simply takes the universe a second or two to generate the next dream for them. Whatever the case may be, Sirius looks at his allies from the safety of his mask. All of them stand with him in this strange plane, the aura of their lances now emanating from their entire bodies. He is merely a traveler: homebound and unwilling to anchor himself to the academy’s personnel. But this group, despite its general lack of conversation, has shown character through action.

That’s the kind of language he can get used to.

The scene changes again, this time filling their void with a thick fog before they’re allowed the gift of light. They stand in a square shaped arena, its floor a red-and-blue checkerboard with some kind of strange emblem decorating its center. Metal pillars sprawl up and away from their box, trailing into the infinite expanse of fog until they can no longer be seen. Stairs and ladders, too, seem to lead into this unending yellow abyss, but what they’re connected to is anyone’s guess. 

Sirius’ first instinct is to touch his face, and doing so reveals that his mask has manifested as a pair of tinted shades this time. They let him see through the fog, if only just what’s in front of him. They’ll be good enough for close-quarters combat.

For lack of a shining Harmony Lance, he has been gifted something extra special: the divine Gradivus. Holding it in his hands almost makes him feel like he’s hallucinating, but its grip is indeed the one he’d familiarized himself with long ago. “We meet again, old friend,” he whispers, just low enough that the others can barely hear it. With this lance, he is all but invincible. 

His steed, too, has been returned to him, though now it sports a pair of wings. If it is anything like the sturdy mares of Grust or the swift mounts of Rigel, he should have no trouble maneuvering himself this fight.

But to fight, one requires a foe. And at first glance, one does not present itself. Rather than creating a sense of security in the knight, it breeds unease, for there is always a great beast to battle in these dreams, and the lack of one only means it could be hiding. 

...

“...In the fog!” He’s spotted the enemy, and this time it appears as a lion wreathed in shadow. Its movements blend in well with the heavy cloud blotting the air around them, but squinting closer reveals four stalking paws circling round its prey. Sirius takes to the skies, quick to deliver the first, revealing blow,

Sirius uses Gradivus! Roll 1d20+4 = 11, hit! -7 HP; Shadow Self 1: Chosen 8/15 HP

His thrust is strong and true, piercing through cloud and darkness to strike the enemy in the heart. But as he pulls Gravidus’ shining point from the warped body it stabbed, the umbra coalesces around him and assault him in the same way he did it; a Shadow Gravidus is formed from the beast’s midsection to harm him back,

Reflect activates! -7 HP; Sirius 5/12 HP

Shadow Self 1: Chosen uses Mauling Strike! Roll 1d20 = 19, crit! -4 HP; Sirius 1/12 HP

Sirius is inflicted with -2 def for one round!

The stygian point of his spear’s counterpart also strikes strong and true, forcing the Grustian to reel back and gasp. Blood spills onto his saddle, and before he can grab hold of it to steady himself on his mount, the monster follows up, enlarging one of its claws to bat both pegasus and rider.

Each fall to the colored floor with a loud thud, their bodies hanging on by a thread. Sirius winces as he remounts, and looks again to the battlefield. He knows his allies have not caught up or seen the shadow yet, knows they may fall victim to its trick if they are not warned. And the beast moves closer, and though it has no eyes, Sirius can tell it intends to take him down before its secret is spilled. So he turns away from them, not daring to utter another word. With the holy lance in his hands, only he has the power to end this fight before it even begins.

Sirius uses Gradivus! Roll 1d20+4 = 23, crit! -24 HP; Shadow Self 1: Chosen 0/15 HP

Reflect activates! -24 HP; Sirius 0/15 HP

“May this battle be your last!” And again, he charges straight into the action. There is a wordless agreement sown between him and his mount, that should they miss, or should his heavy spear not pierce the enemy far enough or spill all of its black blood, they would surely die on retaliation. And they’re both okay with that. A death as a proud knight beats a life lived in solitude; if they can give their allies the upper hand with their sacrifice, then so be it.

The lion’s head is cleaved from its body when Sirius puts all of his power into his last slash. His eyes go wide, sure that they’ve done it and earned themselves survival, but again he is stuck. Tendrils emerge from the decapitated shadow and assault his torso, bringing him once more to his knees.

Only this time, he has been robbed of the strength to stand.

The world he had only just been introduced to starts to go black. He knows it is not the enemy covering his eyes. Consciousness is fading--a sensation he’s already met with before. Perhaps it is fate that he would end his dream like this. But he would not change if it he could. He watches as the enemy melts into a puddle of black, and they fall together. “Tatiana...” he whispers, and “Nyna...” and then, everything is void again. It’s cold, almost like the sea. He’s been swept from this battle by a force beyond human comprehension, his cobbled form made into a mere pebble to be washed by the tide. But surely they’ve won... Right?

Wrong.

The puddle stands again, this time a crude reconstruction of Sirius’ body. It sports wings--the same wings his mount had--and uses them to ascend to the center of the arena. “I am a shadow... The true self,” it says in a harrowing version of the knight’s voice, “...What a shame. As long as I have Gradivus, I will not fall... You are out of luck; give it up.”

To round out its introduction, it immediately starts charging an attack. It holds its vile imitation of Sirius’ lance in front of its body, and its wings begin to fold in on themselves. Then it glows, a thrum of black almost like a heartbeat. A dark power starts to build up at its core... Ready to be unleashed!

UP NEXT: @diadic @estians @lualamina

[aubins]

MISSION BOARD: DIMINISHED WANTED PLOTS FOR YURI & EST !

EST  ( @estians ) est is a golden deer student & i’m happy to offer her for any of the mission board tasks if you’d like one o7

riding / flying +1 (w/ chrom)

bandits

escape the courtyard (w/ sakura)

any skill +1

YURI  ( @aubins )

any skill +1 (needs a golden deer)

sword +1

crest stones

[aecholapis]

To train my muscle memory I did seven five artworks for the OCkiss23 challenge.

1. Dance - Nightjet gives his sad bf Helios a kiss on the helmet to cheer him up (Helios has to stand on a pedestal to reach up to NJ because of the height difference)

2. Food - Estian has baked muffins for Expugnatrix and earned himself a kiss

3. Nostalgia - Helios gets a kiss on each cheek from Nightjet and Ironwing while they hang out (set in an AU where everything is alright)

4. Charm - Altitude kisses Ironwing's servo during a performance on stage

5. Yearning - Scyre misses her fiancé and kisses a picture of her instead (the last panel is just me fr, heh) Didn't have the time to work on it.

6. Adventure - Azimuth and Exopulse are hanging on for dear life and kissing

7. Sloppy - Time ran out - Firecry and Anvil are very in love, ok. Just trust me on that.

You can tell how the effort I put into this decreased with each day

[lycianlynx]

a spoonful of sugar // devoted hearts ♡

estians​:

“Mhm! Do I not look like it?” she teases, tone lighthearted. “I used to be a pegasus knight— me and my sisters, we were unstoppable when we all worked together. But I gave that up after the war ended. These days, I would rather just fly for fun, y’know?”

Now that she thinks about it, Est hasn’t taken Hermes to stretch his wings recently. It’s a bit strange, being an actual student with all the schedules and responsibilities that come with it. She can’t remember the last time she even set foot in a school, never mind properly studied in one.

It’s nice, though. She gets to meet so many interesting people— like Chad!

“Sure am! Your reasoning makes a whole lot more sense than mine, though,” she hums. “My sisters are both older than me, so I can’t really imagine them as students, but I bet they wouldn’t be caught dead in the Golden Deer, hee hee. It might be a bit too…relaxed for them? But I like it that way!” Her fingers drum against the table, tapping a rhythm that might have been a waltz from back home— or maybe it was from one of the sea shanties those sailors liked to sing? They’ve all begun to blur together in her head.

The thought of home isn’t supposed to make her restless or anxious. She should smile and say it with pride like she’s supposed to. What kind of Whitewing of Macedon had her heart clench from fear at the thought her homeland? But it’s not Macedon she’s afraid of, just the people who should still be waiting there. The people who are wondering why she left them without warning.

“I’m from Macedon, all the way in Archanea,” Est finally offers with a smile, though this one doesn’t shine as brightly as the last. It’s only fair she responds in kind. “I’ve been traveling for the past year, though, so it’s been a while since I’ve been home.”

“Not that you don’t look like it,” they backtrack, abruptly, with a hard shake of their head; This is a military academy, after all, and it’s kind of stupid not to assume everyone’s adept with some kind of weapon, and — Then her tone processes, and their fluster goes from skittish to bashful. “I just. Yeah. Flying sounds... nice.” They wave off the rest, too embarrassed to acknowledge either of their blunders.

“I’d been considering joining the Deer, but... I don’t know. I kind of wanted to try something new.” A tilt of their head, fingers now idly spinning the knife they’d been toying with prior. “Must be nice, having older siblings... I’m the oldest, so some structure honestly does me pretty good.”

Her smile — It dulls a bit at the edges as she speaks of home, and Chad’s sad to see it go. Homesickness...? Clumsily, they attempt to reach for that familiar thread. “I write back to my home pretty often. I think the kids would go nuts if I up and left without a trace again... I think I’d go a little nuts myself, if I didn’t know they wre fine.” A pause as their knife comes to a halt, before they let the end of it lower and rest for a bit with nary a sound. “Letters go a long way. You maybe wanna write one?”

Or, she might be like Raigh, carrying something too heavy to put into words, something too great to pad with writing. Another step back in their words. “That’s just how I keep in touch, though. They say distance makes the heart fonder, or something.”

[justices-blade]

thread trackin' // 14.03.23

// hello hello, here's a quick thread tracking post for edward (@justices-blade) and chad (@lycianlynx)!

// first off: sorry for the ping jumpscares! the intention of this isn't to rush, but just to tally; especially since there's a couple event ones i've found gathering dust that i'm not sure of the status on. threads i think might be active are listed in order started for the most part, but i've tried to bundle muns.

// if you'd like to drop a thread that's listed here, lemme know! (mastery's mastery, baby!) also, if i missed anything... whoops. please drop me a line! i admittedly did this cleanout pretty spontaneously, so i'm bound to have overlooked something.

// for future reference, im manually tracking my threads on this spreadsheet! it won't always be up to date, but it'll probably be a good waypoint.

edward (@justices-blade)

reunion long awaited - leonardo (@freedomarrow)

now you too can be the 3-13 archer - leonardo (freedomarrow)

hug all your friends - micaiah (@frauleindermorgen)

back at it again at garreg mach - edain (@ulirblood) - my turn

no (tea)leaf unturned - lyon (@sacretic)

friends on the frigid frontier - seliph (@virtuoustyrfing)

red riding hood's basket - maria (@princessmacedon)

[hands you a weed] [hands you a weed] [ha— - camilla (@maligknightsthorns)

blackboard dust - soren (@atypicalsenerio)

too close counter - soren (atypicalsenerio)

binding blade of love - roy (@lionsword)

the bean bites back - kurth (@goldoanheart)

lord sombron's puppy daycare - zephia (@melusinezephyr)

a 'perfect' fit - pelleas (@pirrhyc)

a bug for you - tharja (@grimstalkr)

howling at the moon - laslow (@laslow)

follow the city's ribbon - larcei (@swiftscion)

chad (@lycianlynx)

sun's shine - maria (princessmacedon) - my turn

good luck, break a leg - chrom (@ylisseanstar)

amalgamate - lucina (@exclted) - my turn

slice through life - idunn (@inferniso) - my turn

a spoonful of sugar - est (@estians) - my turn

just grin and bear it a while - leanne (@allegreta) - my turn

self *defense* - zelkov (@elusivia)