Is it true you're the guy who wrote William and Henry having bloody gay time????
Ur gonna have to be more specific. I haven't posted any fnaf writing anywhere but here so you might've just found a like-minded individual out in the wild.
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she doesn't trust her, mostly because she doesn’t know how to trust any kind of parent— not her own mother, and definitely not mikayla’s either, knowing how different her life could have turned out if she’d been with her instead of her father. and maybe that doesn’t automatically make her any good, but it had to have been better. it’s what she thinks of when she speaks to her own mother— at least she was better than her father. that doesn’t make her good. ❝ what do you think? ❞ she asks before voicing her own opinion, because all that really matters is that— how @manslaught feels now. ❝ is she full of shit? ❞ she hopes not, despite her own hesitations, because mikayla deserves more than that, especially after all she's lost.
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Just remembered Keir may or may not have proposed to Anders while the man was sitting shrimped out on that cardboard box.
in his defence i think he waited until they were on the boat out. he had to yell at him first and also sebastian being there and meredith still being alive makes for a decidedly unromantic setting. anders was probably still in shrimp mode though
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do you think wizards with astigmatism but without glasses see wisps with those streaks you see late at night from light sources? Do they see someone cast a storm/fire spell squinting like "wow this is weird"? Hopefully you know what im saying bc i dont know the correct term but reading your tag on the post with the diviner and near sightedness I've wondered.. (from an anon with both near sightedness and astigmatism)
AHH i love this question as i am also a person with near sightedness and astigmatism
i love the idea of wizards with astigmatism seeing those light streaks (which might be called a refractive error?) coming from the wisps and spells and i think this absolutely would happen to them. in my head, i think wizards with astigmatism would have to get special lenses to correct the fuzzy or streakiness from their spells which might cause them to unfocus - and therefore - fizzle. (thats just what i think though, i dont know if there is an actual in universe explantion for what causes fizzling. i assume that fizzling has to do, at least in part, with vision because the spell smokescreen kind of implies that with the name and the sun school accuracy enchantments have names like "keen eyes" ?????) not to mention things like depth perception when casting spells, i would fuck that up even with my glasses on
i like to imagine a young wizard seeing a diviner or pyromancer cast one of their spells, mentioning something about the streaks/fuzziness around their spell, and then having the diviner or pyromancer look at them like they're crazy. or alternatively, the other wizard has an "I KNOW RIGHT??" moment (they both need to get their eyes checked)
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' are you an idiot?! ' the four-legged thing that could have crushed akira's head within its jaws writhes and shrieks when metal impales it. for as much as others might have looked down on huan for his bloody habits, it was always during moments like these that a life was nevertheless saved. even then, this hare-brained princess might have still felt sympathy for the roaring creature, and that too would have another fatal mistake. ' these parts aren't safe, moron! don't tell me you came out here expecting nothing more than a nice walk! ' amidst the struggle, a grunt and heave. retrieving the draw of his weapon, he sets himself squarely between akira and his newfound quarry, a growling beast sizing up another growling beast. had the farms and peaceful little village softened the other's common sense into dirt? the instant anyone stepped into these sorts of boundaries, the world became harsh and cruel, a ring of competition. with huan readying himself for a lunge, the wounded thing merely roars, then turns and bounds away. a harsh leer chases after it, but huan nevertheless stays still and remains. until he turns, his gaze piercing through the other next. brows set and the silence is brief. ' ... well? what do you have to say for yourself? '
Nothing, really. Or better yet; nothing they could say in this moment. In books being saved was always a dramatic and beautiful endeavor. The one protected would be feeling relief and awe when their savior appears, drawing their sword heroically and speaking a threat if the attacker were not to withdraw, and maybe the one protected would even launch themself at the other to embrace them once safety was ensured. A moment of thrill and excitement and doing your utmost to not sneak a peak at the next page to see how the scenario turned out.
All Akira was feeling was nausea.
Their legs had given out around the time he had appeared, the overwhelming fear for their life and relief to see someone they knew mixing into something too big to handle. They should have been moving, if not away then enough to give them both space, but at that moment it hadn't been an option, let alone a consideration. Instead they looked on in horrific amazement, just as unable to cover their eyes and ears despite wishing for it. It hurts to see anything (anyone) in pain, so they feel bad for it, they don't feel bad for it, and they pray he won't get hurt.
It's difficult to get upset over Jia Huans words when he put himself in harms way for you.
"I'm sorry", spoken with a voice that wavers with the same tears that was stinging in their eyes, gaze dropping to the side. It doesn't matter, even if they can't see him properly they still feel the stare. They can't even look at him. He had no obligation to save them, yet he did, and they can't even look at him. Guilt seeps into the mixture of emotions, a pain in their stomach, an uneasy feeling in their arms, did he think of it as pathetic? Akira did. 'I didn't think it'd happen', what good did that do? The reason wasn't anything special either. He already disliked them, would this make it cross over to hate? They didn't want that. They didn't want that at all.
"I..." it was their fault, and he had looked unbelievably cool. Maybe later, when they had calmed down, the ordeal would seem more heroic, but now...(and maybe later, they would wonder how he was so quick to find them). "...Thank you", they start, voice still weak, but a gnawing feeling that if they kept quiet it might make matters worse. "There's...a flower. My sister said in a letter she wanted to see it...that's all. I'm sorry."
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ok ok ok hold on..like three months ago when i told you aksel fronted and i asked you for help you gave me ideas on how to make him more comfortable?? and now you’re saying that you don’t want systems to interact?? what the FUCK is wrong with you?? i literally even went and got him a cat so he could name it tobi and now we’re not valid. great. he’s so distraught he won’t come out of the basement. you and your dick wife are so fucking ableist to people who have TRAUMA DISORDERS.
Slow down there buddy! Me and my "dick wife" also have trauma disorders, just to get that out of the way. Second of all..... idk man
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