#its knighttime

[heroicangel]

being knightcore doesn't mean you have to be pro-monarchy. you can just swear your undying fealty to your best friend or your crush or something

[ruruumin]

05 - unwelcomed sight

“oh! (name)!” nilou waves to you from inside the cafe. her sweet, bright smile blinds you from the fact a certain silvered-haired man overheard her. although his thick headphones may have covered his ears, he knows the sound of your name from a mile away. the red-haired girl gestures for you to come inside. 

you suck in a deep breath as you pat down your clothes, tucking your phone into your pocket as you reach to open the door. it lets out a chime as your nose is filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and coffee. alhaitham sits at the corner of your eye. you resist the urge to turn your head as you walk up to the front counter, giving her an annoyed and forced smile.

“hello nilou, it’s great seeing you this morning isn’t it?” you say, gripping the tote bag hanging off your shoulders. “can i get a lavender iced coffee with two sugars and a cream?”

she giggles as she writes down your order, “the usual?”

“yeah, the usual,” you press your lips into a thin line. it would be usual if you hadn’t seen him. it doesn’t make a lick of sense why he would go out of his way to come here. this cafe is across campus. it was nowhere near the linguistics building. and it wasn’t in his route home either. so why was he here exactly?

anyone but him would have been fine. you would have been completely fine if it was childe. you might have also been fine if it was that annoying classmate of yours who clumsily dropped his water over your laptop. or the teacher’s assistant who had to bring his explosive little sister to lecture.

you narrow your eyes as nilou hands you back your change, turning her back onto you as she goes to make your drink. stepping off to the side, you pull out your phone to distract yourself.

nilou brings your drink to you as you put away your phone. she looks over your shoulder to see alhaitham peer up from his cappuccino. his eyes laser-focused onto the back of your head as you lean over the elevated counter space.

“the muffin is on me,” she ruffles your hair, pushing forth a small bag.

you smile at her before taking a sip of your coffee. she turns her head to the door, checking for any more customers before wiping her hand with a clean handkerchief. “based on your furious typing, i assume you talked to aether about it?” her voice is soft as to not be overheard.

“yeah. he said not to overthink it but i just can’t help it.”

you want answers that you know you will never get. you don’t understand why you feel a twisted knot at the pit of your stomach. none of your other exes made you feel this way, so why did it have to be him? 

shaking your head, you rid yourself of these thoughts. “it’s fine though, aether and i are gonna go out later.” 

“sounds fun, i assume you’re going to round 0?”

“how did you know?”

“haha, its the easiest place i can find you and aether. do you want to borrow my card? i have a few credits left if you wanna spend.” nilou pulls out her arcade game card from her wallet, “there might be a 100 credits on it. definitely enough for you to have some free fun.”

“you know you’re one of my favorite people in the world,” you smile, taking the card from her hands.

“i know, if you win a cute blue plushie you better give it to me though.”

“sure, thanks for everything nilou.” your eyes flicker to the left, seeing strands of his grey hair peeking through your vision as you hurriedly exit the cafe.

nilou tilts her head, noticing how his eyes trail after your figure.

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synopsis; when your friend aether calls for help in his budding crush on his senior kaveh, you're forced to confront your ex-boyfriend by means of playing cupid.

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[thebigcj]

Hi!!!! Hello!!!! Howdy!!!!! Please, come in!!!

I'm thebigcj. I hope you like my incessant ramblings!

I often post about: Queer rights, Queer wrongs (they are mine), Undertale, Deltarune, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Legend of Korra, Steven Universe, Homestuck (I love Homestuck), Cooking, Philosophy, Storytelling, Fanfiction, Worldbuilding, Linguistics, and Conlanging.

I am 19, my pronouns are she/her (singular) and they/them (plural), I am a plural system (I am trying to get diagnosed with what specific disorder I have, but there's a bunch of us in here). I am bi, nonbinary, and I'm neurodivergent as hell.

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Starsign - Libra sun // Sagittarius moon

Pokemon Typing - Psychic

Languages - English (first language), Japanese (one semester), Spanish (one semester), Finnish (currently learning), Toki Pona (currently learning), musical notation, set algebra, scratch programming, food, and shitty ms paint art.

Not all of my headmates have blogs, and some of the ones that do would like to be omitted from this post. That said, here are most of the members of my system:

Alli - @alli-bby - if a basic white girl was self-aware and meta

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And I am always open to making more!

[ghost-town-story]

*realizes we’re just over a week away from NaNo* *panicking noises in the distance*

It’s almost NaNo time! And I’ve seen other people doing polls like this, and since Astral is totally not buried beneath my floorboards right now, I thought it would be fun to hop on the bandwagon!

*slight caveat that I will inevitably be wip hopping, but this poll will decide which wip I’m gonna try to focus on the most

So without further ado,

And since none of these have a formal intro yet, have some brief attempts at summaries below the cut lol

Knighttime Dreams

For as long as she can remember, Remi has dreamed of a magical world every night. But the line between dreams and reality begins to blur when she meets her best friend from the magical world in real life.

Title Not Found

Follows Kessandria (Kess), Tasmir (Taz), and Nymar (Mar) as they each try to escape their fates, only to find themselves pulled together and tangled up in something far greater than any of them could have imagined.

Magic School Shenanigans

Baaasically what it says on the tin lol. I don’t have a different way of describing it without going on for ages

Unnamed Superhero WIP

Unnamed Superhero WIP has 2 story lines. The first is centered around Isabelle, a college student and wannabe hero, and Stella and Julian, twins who own the local cafe and seem to be hiding secrets. The second follows Izzy’s hero alter-ego, Despereaux, and his encounters with the necromancer Revenant.

[ashenprofessor]

Knighttime Wanderings

Starter for @loyaltestament

As the days grow colder, students balk at the idea of walking around outside in the cold, especially late at night. Whispers of a shortcut quickly spread through the student body: if you’re coming from the library, you can go through the gallery hall to get back to the dorms. It’s not long until this path is marred by rumors of an armored thief stealing people’s books and essays late at night. There’s a reward if you unmask the criminal, but soon enough you find out that there’s more to this criminal than you thought. Too bad the realization only comes when one of the armored knights on display is magically brought to life, brandishing its sword at you. [Grants +1 Sword]

Byleth knew she wasn’t alone in wanting to avoid cold, hence why she had decided to check if there was any truth in the rumoured shortcut. She’d had enough of getting frozen to the bone every time she needed to cross the courtyard to get back to the comfort of the dorms. If she followed the rumours she should find the route starting at the library which is where she was currently heading. 

One concern she did have though was the news which had accompanied the rumours. Apparently an armoured thief had been attacking those using the shortcut late at night, stealing their work. Notices had been put up stating a reward for the capture of the criminal. Byleth herself had little interest in the reward but felt that she should investigate for the protection of the student body. Her sword was strapped to her hip ready for use.

Reaching her destination she looked for a good spot for a stakeout. She found a place offering a wide view of the passageway and settled in to wait. Time passed with no change, she could feel her eyelids beginning to droop. 

A sudden crash in the next corridor over had her on her feet, instantly alert, running in the direction of the disturbance. Time to apprehend the criminal. Rounding the corner she narrowly avoided slamming into Dedue. Byleth doubted he was the culprit. Why was he here? Had he been studying late or was he looking to apprehend the criminal himself?

“Evening” She greeted briefly before enquiring “It’s a bit late to be out the dorms isn’t it?”

[mobius-prime]

30. Sonic the Hedgehog #22

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The Return

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Pat Spaziante Colors: Barry Grossman

This issue doesn't pull its punches. Right away, we find ourselves in the alternate future depicted in the "Sonic in Your Face" special, where Sally and Sonic are married with two children who look like tiny clones of themselves. An ordinary, sunny day is suddenly ruined by the appearance of Robotnik's giant face leering down on the happy family. Well that's relaxing!

As soon as it appears, the apparition is gone, leaving a confused and worried Sonic to try to reassure his family that it was just a "freak of nature," as if nature regularly flashes the ghosts of your defeated enemies at you on picnic days. Robotnik, meanwhile - who, as you may have figured out by now, is the same Robotnik we saw vaporized in the previous issue - is teleported up to a strange space station, where a familiar face is awaiting him…

Hey, it's ol' Robo-Robotnik! Interestingly, this doesn't appear to be the exact same Robo-Robotnik from StH #19, but rather an alternate version of him in a slightly different reality, and indeed checking the wikia lists them as two separate entities. This version of Robo-Robotnik makes no mention of having turned his enemies into cyborgs, or indeed having invaded a different zone in the past. However, the rest of his backstory remains the same, with him having roboticized himself during the final battle with the Freedom Fighters in an attempt to keep himself alive. Apparently, after Robo-Robotnik's defeat, his remains became stranded on this space station while the Freedom Fighters went on to have a happy life and rebuild society, and the station's systems are slowly winding down, with Robo-Robotnik's consciousness doomed to die with them. He's actually given up - but the appearance of the real Robotnik serves to inspire him. And with that, Robo-Robotnik is able to use the station to send Robotnik back to his own zone.

Meanwhile, back in the zone we know and love, Sonic and the rest of the Freedom Fighters are in the middle of cleaning up the mess Robotnik left behind, believing him to be dead and gone. At the same time, Snively is stuck inside Robotropolis, throwing a temper tantrum and generally very depressed that his oppressive master is gone.

Mysteriously, his words seem to set off a chain reaction, in which Robotnik's face appears on every monitor available, announcing his intentions to take a scorched-earth approach from beyond the grave, to ensure that even in death his enemies can't win. Good times! Unfortunately, the robots mean it when they say they're targeting everything, and poor Snively looks like a lost cause until…

It's almost cute, their little banter back and forth. Robotnik informs Snively that he had actually spoken the code phrase to set off the robots - "Sonic has finally won it all." Snively is mostly happy to have his old master back… and yet immediately falls back into complaining about him. Poor Snively, indeed…

Robotnik, not wanting the planet to be destroyed now that he's back to conquer it in person, opts to halt his attack on the Freedom Fighters, who are currently fighting for their lives against an entire army of swatbots. On Snively's suggestion, he then proceeds to rub his victory in their faces, doing the "be grateful I'm allowing you to live" thing that egotistical villains just love doing.

That said… this is the first time we really get to see Robotnik's dark side. After all, during most of the comic so far he's been a rather wacky figure, who merely enjoys being evil for the sake of it, polluting rivers, turning people into silly little robots, and generally being more of a nuisance than a real threat. You can see the pretty intense shift here. He not only wants to win, he wants to make sure his opponents' wills are utterly crushed in doing so. And things only get more intense from here, now that Penders has more power as a writer…

Tails' Knighttime Story!

Writer: Angelo DeCesare Pencils: Dave Manak Colors: Barry Grossman

…but first, we have to have our designated "Tails is being a silly little kid" story!

This time, Tails refuses to settle down for bed, instead preferring to zoom around his room pretending to be Sonic. Sally, when Tails declares that he hates being left behind on important missions, decides to tell him a fable, inventing medieval characters based on the Freedom Fighters, including "Sir Runalot" the hero, "Mortail" his loyal page, and the evil "Sir Knightmare of Robotannia." One day, while Sir Runalot is out on vacation, Mortail decides to try on his full-body blue armor, and is thus mistaken for the real Sir Runalot by medieval versions of Sally and Uncle Chuck, who want him to defeat Sir Knightmare, who is invading on a stick horse. Of course, all of this goes as well as you'd expect.

At the last second, Sir Runalot returns to save Mortail, who has learned a valuable lesson about how hard being a hero can be. And surely, thanks to this fable, the real Tails has as well! Right?

[djkenpachi]

Its almost #KnightTime ya'll!!! #GoKnightsGo #KnightLife (at Buffalo Wild Wings) https://www.instagram.com/djkenpachi/p/BvX4IpzniDJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1q45xftuad80o

[do-itall]

What are your favorite au's, and what are your favorite stories from each one?

Heeey.  My favorites au’s are:

Historical!au:

Burning Sun (kaisoo) I always brag about this fic but seriously, this is my favorite fic ‘cause it’s just perfect. ♥

Remember me for Centuries (kaisoo)

The good soldier (chansoo)

Consort Do (krisoo)

Todo está Bien (krisoo) This one is perfect and should have a sequel :)

Royal!au:

A Prince and his Guard (krisoo) If I made a top five this one would be in it for sure.

Two halves of one Whole (chansoo)

Good Graces (kaisoo) Perfect and its on going so go read guys.

As You Wish (kaisoo)

Knighttime Activites(sudo)

abo/wolf!au:

Warrior Beauty (baeksoo) this fic is destroying me.

Gravity is a tricky thing (it keeps me here with you) (baeksoo)

Safety Cage (krisoo)

Give Me All Your Poison (krisoo)

Love (Such a Silly Game We Play) (laysoo)

Dandelion glaze (sesoo)

Scent (kaisoo)

Wow there’s a lot of fics and it isn’t even close to all of my favorites but I put the most memorable of them.  - Admin Bia

[militiapax]

I Was There(Great)...Again

Trumpur(i)nations to us All! We’re all bout to get pissed on!

Washington DC resembled that of a (I’m told) harry potter fog/ whitey? people game of thrones dystopian nightmare. But mostly Dark Knight. I don’t know if it was Trump jacking Bane’s speech with grim, hitler-esque tones of totalitarian madness or the bird flocks looming feverishly around the white house like a wild pack of bats, but it was a spot on parallel to everyone’s worst knightmares rolled into a huge piece of frightful blockbuster entertainment. And the reality show rolls on.

The sky looked like dark knighttime and blinding day white at the same time (and not just the fact that trump’s fan club was almost exclusively white).

Insane amount of security, took 45 minutes to walk through a checkpoint. These did not exist at Obama’s inauguration, where there was WAY MORE PEOPLE, who was gloriously happy, singing Bob Dylan, and being vaguely observed by like 14 snipers. That brilliant day eight years ago, people flooded the mall, search-free, and though it was far colder, everyone was warm. It was a great day. This, this was something entirely different. Took almost an hour to get through the ridiculous line, but not after security dramatically broke the stick that was supporting my NODAPL sign, with white priv trump bros taunting me with “just like your broken dreams”. Once inside, it was clear no one was there, just a hitler-esque speech about carnage and a war on muslimism. It was bleak to say the last. This is what the end of America sounds like.

Had to get away from the terrible sounds of hatred and racism and found far more people protesting nearby. Saw a busted up limo, though no evidence of who did it, and it was claimed later the vehicle was set on fire. So the chants got louder and then the masses came out, still peaceful, but heated. They used the limo thing to justify pepper spraying everyone ever, including elder women who were just singing. Then they  started dropping bombs like WW7 and people were running down the streets for their lives. The blockbuster movie again. Retreating in the park nearby, hearing the bombs dropping, there was talk of a soldier who was experiencing PTSD by being there; chaos was everywhere. I heard everyone smoked at 4:20 into trump’s speech, which I distantly smelled, but mine was a smoke cloud of terror. When it was all said and not done, peoples’ eyes were burning, horrid smells of berning encompassed city blocks, chemicals were taste-able in the air, 200 arrests of people rounded up in the area that did nothing now facing insane felony charges; the city was on fire….not a strong start.

The Awokening

The following day was like a waking of a dead collective unconscious. There were so many people flooding the streets. Just maybe there are some good people left. It was reassuring, yet heartbreaking to think what they and their children will have to endure. On the way out, saw a Muslim man being arrested outside an apartment building in VA. Probable coincidence but weird sight nonetheless, chilling past future reminders of the madness ahead and behind.

Walking with all the people, the women, the children, so many clever signs, it was a breathtaking image. The celebrity scene was tight too. Lil’ bigg Mikey Moore was there again, inspiring us to action through his humor, his confessed crippling social anxiety, and the beginning of an anti-trump satire movement. Scarlett Johansen seemed to get it, and Ashley Judd’s words chilled to the very core. Madonna was a little questionable, particularly her performance, but the indigo girls soothed with a once popular uplifting 90s vibe, we have to bring that sound with us into this uncertain future. There’s something about the wonder of the unknown that seemed exciting, not frightening, on the capitol that day. That if there are enough good people still left in this country, we really might use this horror show to create something amazing. The revolutionary shift is truly upon us now, people are getting woke AF, etc. Uplifting, inspiring, and lots of chanting. “Show me what democracy looks like “ “This is what Democracy looks like. “ “Whose streets?” “our streets!” (not wall street), we even threw a couple “Bernie would have wons” into the mix; it was not difficult to get that one going quick et loud. Flooding through the streets with the largest crowd I’ve ever marched with, full of so many passionate, compassionate women and human beings, was truly glorious expression of an engaged political process that works of the people, for the people, and by the people.

Non-Alternative Facts

To be clear, There were WAY MORE PEOPLE at the womens’ march than the Inauguration

The women’s march was a reassuring, hopeful bucket of sunshine compared to the apocolypto ****show I had witnessed the day before. And there were a ton more people there. I repeat : There were way, way MORE PEOPLE AT THE MARCH ON SATURDAY, no matter how much the fake media actual photos tries to lie to us with facts. And for the record, way more of those who actually showed up Friday were there to protest Donny, and everyone there Saturday was protesting him except twelve embarrassed/angry trumpets, so the numbers are not in his favor. FAUX FACTcheck

There was a point with an engaged discussion between trumpets and non-trumpets that was uplifting, hopeful, and something different to see. Most of the exchanges between us were heckles.

One month Down…so far Down to go

My journey was wrapping up in DC, but only beginning to unwrap for life after Donny. As long as maniacs roam free in that tainted house I kept staring at in wonder and disgust, the fight will continue. As long as injustice and inhumanity occurs, WE the people will be here.

I walk past the massive sign displays lining a fence, greatly resembling a certain future Mexican wall, only these were expressing messages of hope and peace, not division and hatred. I left a couple of the signs I had been carrying around all day against the fence. I hope this incredible art piece stays here until Trump is impeached, but I am told they were all burned later that night by Trump’s thug brigade fan boys. Ew L Though this week has been a shakey start (understatement of the century), the marches and protests come to confirm what we knew all along: this country is great because of those who stay involved, not those who stay in charge.

 REVELATION NATION

It’s more than kinda crazy we rejected a qualified woman running for prez for the most sexist, sexual assaulting, and least qualified man to ever run for prez. Double Slap in the face for women, and now trumps tryin to close planned parenthood and ban abortion so it as a reaction to all those things and much more. nobody there cared that hill dawg didnt get a divorce. i know i dont.

This man can shove his way into our heads and twitterings and blood and infect us with the new old fascists amerika that was always there but you tried not to talk about til that black dude left the room.

What has happened here today leaves many stunned, punched, and wanting to move to Europe. But there’s no escape from tyranny, there’s no escape from dictatorship or racism or the few with so much wanting to keep it at the expense of their fellow people. (well maybe Sweden?) When there is enough for us all but some want more and that’s ok because “I worked for it” but don’t see how it’s the rich we should blame. The working poor felt the sadness, the women felt it--

Do you believe us now, do you feel how fragile your life really was and the floor slipping out from under the poor. “I wont be affected” you will, plus that kinda makes you sound like a dick bag, big time.

We are each other, one people. If there is injustice , it must be made right, and especially by those more so in the position to do and not suffering the same as those oppressed most, our Fellow Humans.

And we’ve lost Ourselves, only to find Ourselves

We have much to fight for now, don’t you see?  

This is the point in the world… this is it.

No exaggerating, no whammy—just WHAM

 I saw it but I still don’t believe it.

The sinking feeling that swept the crowd under a fog that was darkness but blinding white

Is it snowing

Are there bombs going off

YES, and you will have nightmares for weeks, but that’s nothing compared to four years, four more minutes

and the city burns, and not in the good berning way, the way that makes you see that the inherent flaws within capitalism and this great experiment of democracy that has truly succumbed to the inescapable corruptions of man. THAT kinda way

 8 years ago it was all different. Funny to think. Makes you laugh that painful cringe that turns a stomach

In the way that Ashley judd could catapult southern words into our shivering goosebumped souls-

It wasn’t even cold, not raining like the yesterdays of inaugurations-

How long ago that must have been

 We are Fighting for what we are Living for

Why bother? Everyone has their reasons—the families gathered here are fueled by love

Why did people vote for trump? Everyone has their reasons

Mostly action comes from places pushed to walls, bumps of dissatisfaction

we’ve grown too irritated to keep scratching, maybe we’re just tired

Meryl Lynch Streep

And even when the most beloved women who the public idolized like a star in the sky, defended the cripples and those who were different, and even those who weren’t. she herself was not defended, instead the public began to question even her trusted voice of wisdom, they questioned very facts as presented by a corporate fueled source-well I guess that part did make a little more sense-but they weren’t asking the right questions

Who made the choice---when we think we’re doing something on own , hand tied to its pupeteer.

“You’re a puppet. “no YOU’RE the puppet”

We’re ALL PUPPETS, getting played by the puppeteer, and now it’s gotten worse,

How do we get out of this nowwwww ---sinkink sinking sink holes earthquakes?

You did technically want it this way. depravity enforced, we can all speak our filthy little minds now

But it pushes you somewhere when things got lost so lost

We can cry and be babies and we are but we need to get out there now

Put bodies in ideas, action in passive, standing but sitting (in)

Just to clarify in a time where Nothing is Clear:

man-hating feminists? they been calling women who stand up for womens' rights that forever-don’t let it get to us now !! and not on our big day !

the trumpers sc(r)ewed perspective is less credible than Trump thinks CNN is. yeah no, i was there, the women were standing up for themselves, with a bunch of men with them in solidarity. if anything they might have been angry at specific white dudes taking away their rights...makes sense. This blind love of trump twists reality, and reasoning has mostly gone out of open close-minded windows.  1) they weren't specifically anti-pro life, whatever that is, they spoke to maintaining planned parenthood and affordable womens' healthcare. 2) there were tons and tons of organizers who've worked on a variety of campaigns, so it's possible one has questionable ties. this should in no sense discredit the event. 3) i saw no volugarity, just an inspirational crowd of men and women who care about the future for them and their children. im sure some would be offended by some things throughout the march, but that will happen in a ginormous crowd of passionate people, made up of families, women, and men all coming together peacefully. thought it was super non-vulgar

Inspiration Nation

honestly, there is something very wrong and darkly twisted within this current ray of disarray, trump, all his cabinet picks, all of it. Examine the true direction of this country, the true nature of the people living here. Stop allowing misinformed, destruction to keep circulating as news. This will not stand but know there are many to resist on all sides, that’s why we need to all join the same team. There are 99% of us getting wrecked and everything else is a distraction, keep us fighting, keep it us vs. us, when everyone knows it has and will always be (until we unite) US vs THEM. In the past, people waking up to it, those who are hip to it and get others on board, well we know what happens to them. That’s why this many of us getting pissed off, standing up to corrupt leaders across the world, we will finally reach the ultimate level of our strength in numbers (plus there’s more people on the planet now than there’s ever been, and that’s a hard fact to be faux).

Is it possible we can actually win now, again, yet for the first time? We have no other choice. The tipping point is upon us, environmentally, there is no choice. Socially, religiously, economically, there is no choice. Make or break, do or die, stay WOKE but get WOKER, and much, much quicker. People have been fighting for this for years , they’ve laid the groundwork, now for the berners and youthers and lovers and thinkers and dreamers-- to bring it home. You’ve been informed (shout out to Bernard on this one),  you can no longer keep your heads sandy and your hearts wavering. Join us, the militia pax, the war of peace, THE fight-it must be fought, has been fought, will be fought. No choice left but to WIN.  

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[heroicangel]

💫 Angel💫 She/They 💫 18+ 💫 NB 💫 Bi 💫

Take Heart, Be Not Afraid

You can call me Angel, I'm a non-binary bisexual butch who posts about knights, poetry, angels, butches, clowns, and fantasy.

If you wanna chat, I always love talking about my teddy bear collection, my book collection, cooking, Doctor Who, Sonic the Hedgehog, Lord of the Rings, D&D, MtG, and fantasy novels.

Knightcore tag; #its knighttime

Angel tag; #angel tag

DNI; TERFs, racists/nazis/fascists, Harry Potter fans, homophobes, monarchists, MAPs, Zionists, general scum of the earth

🍉From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free 🍉

[ghost-town-story]

This month has been a bit of a wild ride, tbh, but hey! I got 50,000 words that I can play around with and make prettier now! That counts for something at least!

Anyhoot, summary time:

~1000 words of The Flame’s Emerald bc it reared its head on Day 1 and then never again, ~30k of Astral (all Part 1 this year), ~12k of the Deaged Nova AU bc it’s too damn fun, ~1000 of actual Nova, just over 1000 of brand new Knighttime Dreams wip, just under 500 of CoFaS (demanding it’s NaNo time lol), and ~2000 of Space Pirates.

Time to yeet the last daily snippet out here, then I’m gonna go take a nap before getting around to the inbox and tag games I’ve been ignoring for NaNo XD

[singular-almond]

@synttaxx @xchloecarstairsx

being knightcore doesn't mean you have to be pro-monarchy. you can just swear your undying fealty to your best friend or your crush or something