#kera tag

[dragonymango]

[vreenak]

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS | A Quality of Mercy, 01x10.

Romulan Commander [2/?]

[graveltrip]

@/AlpineF1Team: The Alpine Family 💙 Concluding the 2023 season in Madrid with Alpine CSR Ambassador Zinedine Zidane.

[kerakeriza]

(I FOUND BRIDE OF THE DEMON)

look what they put my man in :( what are you WEARING sir. please take it off lol

[coolgirlkoi]

I'm working on a mastersheet of J-fashion magazine scan links for myself and a few friends, would anyone else be interested?

[asphuxia]

@ganglotte sent:

She thinks she is dreaming at first.

         Surely the Eir she sees among the crowd is a mirage, an illusion created by whatever is wrong with the village. Ganglöt had not thought it would be so easy to find her; she did not want it to be so easy to find her.

         Did she ever want to find her at all? Why is it that she feels she would have rather not found Eir at all, that she would have been more content with the idea of revenge, of Eir?

         There is no time to think of such things now; Ganglöt pushes through the crowd (which is not a very difficult task, as they part for her), until she is right behind Eir, scythe in hand. Now, I can do it now, I must do it now. Eir will not even know who had struck her.

         Ganglöt tenses, ready to swing; she knows just where to strike the princess. How many times had she watched Hel strike down her own daughter? How many times had she watched Eir fall, studied the slow arc her body made as Death stole over her face?

         It is different, though, to do it with her own hands. It is easier to watch. It is slower when she watches.

         “...Eir.”

         It surprises her, her own decision to speak. A million taunts and threats teeter on the tip of her tongue, but she does not voice them. Instead, a demand spills forth:

         “You will come back from this moon’s fiasco alive. I will not permit you to die by anyone’s hand but my own. …am I clear?"

It had been a moment of sordid naivety for Eir to believe that the dead would not return to life.

The blade makes itself known to her before she needs to witness it, the bold flirt of death with her soul a well-memorised dance. It is a presence none are wont to forget, and the regent least of all; from the distance, she registers its knife-bright edge parting crowd and soul alike. The world itself seemed to quiet around her— the surrounding chatter but a buzz in the air, so remote and isolated, one could have imagined it. Within that brief void of all else, the thin space between nonexistence and reality, it was as though life had begun to kneel in death’s presence.

At the end of the scythe, Eir stills. Within the moments it takes for her to compose herself, flowers wilt and blossom beneath her feet; the sovereign’s affinities at odds with her. Softly, a sigh disguised as an exhale escapes her— drawn out and slow, lest her fear might crawl once more into the hollow of her soul. It takes all of her strength to resist the anger that rolls over her in waves, the threat of viscera so palpable in the air. It is unbecoming of her, she knows; so far removed of all of her true mother’s grace and sensibility, so deeply entrenched in the constant need to survive. At the sound of Ganglöt’s voice, it takes just a little more not to recoil.

Instead, Eir straightens her back, irons out her posture, and breathes.

“… You seem to get ahead of yourself,” she answers, countenance serene— yet her once gentle tone unsheathes naught but a blade’s edge. It is with a strange inflection that she speaks, a veil of apathy drawn over a voice otherwise warm with compassion. When enough of her had been ripped away, stolen from her very fingers; when her identity had been washed away like blood— that was when Eir had discovered true emotion. That was when she began to harden and grow sharp, not at a loss of love for the world, but an important part of her heart— at the loss of a soul. At Ganglöt’s mercy, she had lost all she had ever loved and never known. Now, the handmaiden is at hers, and Eir is all but Hel’s empathetic, merciful death. “You mistake me for someone who will bend to you. You believe I remain the sweet girl you bring to slaughter.”

When she turns to face the other woman, gaze falling first upon the scythe, her visage fixes an expression she has never felt nor worn. Eir wants to gasp for air, to cry out for someone, anyone. She wants to grab her mother’s handmaiden and weep into her arms, to beg for lives past— what they had once shared. Eir wants to plead for her adoration even when it had come in the form of a blade against her neck. But ultimately, she does not, and she discards every intent to surrender herself to her memories. Sapphire eyes are steely, restrained; and when they meet Ganglöt’s, one could almost claim them cold. Then Eir smiles, icily, in a manner that is hardly a smile at all.

“No, Ganglöt. Let me make this clear. I will not die by your hand. I will not lose what little I have left.” Is it for herself that she says these things, that she dares not flinch nor cower? The life of which her mother’s soul sustains tells her everything but. There is a deafening roar in her ears, her heart a rebellious creature within the confines of her chest. Each word is a struggle, barely withheld in its simmering anger; even so, Eir manages. She speaks carefully, deliberately— letting not a single syllable understate her emotion, her rare expense of fury. Well-buried within her voice lies a pain so carnal and thinly contained, it threatens to rip through her throat. It is the truth that spills unbidden from her mouth. “Not to you, not to Hel, not to anyone. Take care that it is not you who dies at mine.”

It registers, mere seconds late, what she has said after she says it— and Eir finds that she means each word in their entirety. At her side, the arcane reaper is an intrusive presence. It aids only to cement the sovereign’s every impression, to justify all measures of her caution. Ganglöt’s eyes betray her approach, speaks for her every intention gone unsaid; Life’s queen knows better than to hope for anything less. It is Hel’s handmaiden, after all— and she knew best those she once loved.

As her voice leaves her, so too does her anger; Eir draws back, quieting her heart. It aches in its wake, praying for reprieve— it is too much, too much. All but a pride born of deaths not rightfully hers begs her not to falter, to finish just as strongly as she had started. It is with that same pride that she rolls back her shoulders, and her eyes do not begin to water. It is with that pride that she ignores the hollow emptiness that pools in her heart. She has never felt so fragile, so vulnerable in dignity. The quiet tremble of her hands come to a decisive halt.

“… and before you manage kill me,“ Eir leans towards Ganglöt, voice low; the words leave her lips barely more than a whisper, a final warning, “you will continue to address me as ‘Lady Eir’.”

Then she leaves Ganglöt as the handmaid has always been left— behind.

[inkedreverie]

[belovedcethleann]

After that very interesting time underwater, Flayn couldn't help but wonder what else could be down there. She was tired, and honestly, all she wanted to do today was rest.

Her mind wandered, imagining what other strange things they could find, maybe a room with fewer bees- yeah, that sounds much better. At least she still had fish, even in the dream realm! What a lucky break. She still doesn't know how she FEELS about everyone-- they're all... special in their own way whether that is a good thing or a bad thing is up to how everything plays out.

For now, she will just enjoy the night sky, wondering how everyone in the waking world is doing.

[ronanlynchbf]

tagged by @valenight for this THANKS SHEA MWAHHHH ❤❗❗❗

last song i listened to: juanita by angélica garcia i LOOOOOVE that song sm AOUGHH

last movie i watched: badhaai do <333 which i'd been meaning to watch ever since it came out but i never got around to bc there weren't any sites that had it with english subs so i couldn't watch it anywhere 😓 until now 💪

currently obsessed with: origami!!! i'm not very good at it yet but i've also literally just started so it's fine i'll get better with time 👍 it's super fun and also kinda relaxing in a way which is always good 4 me bc i'm wayy too on edge all the time. that sitting in bed with the anxiety of an animal being hunted for sport post is the realest post of all time tbh like actually so true 🙏

i feel like i've tagged almost everyone in variations of these at least once already so i'm gonna neglect tagging ppl this time bc i rlly can't remember who i did and didn't tag in these SORRYYYYYY

[dailysonadowfanfics]

Reading every single Sonadow Fanfic (Ao3): 303/4.788

Title: Shadow's Delivery Service

Author: Kera Error

Website: Ao3

Published: 08.04.2019

Word Count: 7.557 words

Language: English

Suited for minors? Teen and up

Warnings: No

Smut? No

Finished? No

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Maria Robotnik, Miles "Tails" Prower, Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Rouge the Bat, Knuckles the Echidna

Ships: Sonic/Shadow

Author Tags: Fluff, Romance, Drabbles, and oneshots, subtle meme references that are wholesome, Swearing, Sonadow - Freeform

Author Summary: “Shadow? Shadow is that you? Yeah, it's got to be you! I can recognize that red ribbon and fur from a mile away!" A familiar voice, bubbling up with joy and cheer -too bright for his tastes- came from behind him. With a scowl while bringing his broom towards him, he side eyed the nuisance calling his name.

[Kiki's Delivery Service Spinoff]

My summary: Shadow is a witch working at a Delivery Service, and Sonic always comes to annoy him.

You can read it here

[cookiesupplier]

A Friend Down In Hell - Part Twenty

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology.

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?

author’s note: Unbetaed.. Enjoy! You want a background scene, a moment you thought got lost in the shuffle? Feel free to message or inbox me.. it may or may not make my outtakes eventually :P

To read from the beginning: A Friend Down In Hell Masterlist

And for those that missed Noah & Ellie's Story previously, all Hell-Verse stories will be included here: Combined Hell-Verse Masterlist

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls @agravemisstake @sunsshinesunny @blackveilomens @jilliemiw86

Tag lists are open, please let me know if you'd like to be added to this story, the Hell-Verse as a whole, or Everything

She was never going to forgive him.

That was all Folio could think about when he headed home from the bar like she told him to. Told him to go home, and she’d talk to him tomorrow. When tomorrow though, tomorrow morning, tomorrow after work, when? His mind was reeling, and he couldn’t stop as he pulled his bike into his space at is apartment building on autopilot. Shit, he’d fucked up so bad, but he had just wanted to help Kera, he should have just stopped him without putting his hands on him, so stupid. He knew better, he knew better, he was Ishtar’s boss! Well, one of her bosses. As much as he’d been wanting to knock his teeth in for donkey years now, he knew better than to try, and now look at what he’d done.

He had just gone and made Ishtar’s life even worse! Dammit. 

Pacing around in his apartment, he just kept going over every moment of what happened in the bar. From the way he was treating Kera, to the way he’d shoved Folio when he’d pulled him off of her, and hell, even pulled a knife on him! What kind of idiot carried a tiny ass little knife in Hell? The way he’d handled it, he didn’t even know how to use the damn thing. Folio pulled the blade from his pocket, staring down at it in his hand, flicking out the blade from the handle, and then pushing it back. It had been so long since he’d held something like it in the palm of his hand, and yet it was almost like it was yesterday.

Just from the weight of the weapon, he could tell that it was only cheap, not that Folio was surprised. Why would someone have a fancy switch-blade in Hell? If you were going to have a good blade, you should go with a real dagger. He had seen some of the weapons that Noah could wield, and they were something wicked. This one, was obviously a cheap piece of crap, Tony, was a cheap piece of crap. He was the barest of minimum of humans in hell, and must have worked his way up in the bar by being the biggest brown noser. 

“Dammit no, no I can’t just sit around here.. I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

Muttering to himself, Folio grabbed the rest of the vegetarian spaghetti bolognese he’d made for Ishtar’s dinner. Oh yea, he’d been learning, attempting to make different things. This one, well, this was one of the FEW dishes that he felt like he could make pretty well on his own for her, which was why he’d made it to take down to her at work tonight. As a surprise. Well, that had turned out to be a flop, now, hadn’t it? With the rest of it packed up in a container, he’d planned for her to be able to have easier dinners for the week all along anyway. So now he could just take them over to hers, no harm in that, and wait for her. She might get upset, but he had to explain, he had to.

Getting to her apartment, of course she wasn’t home yet, she was still at work. He didn’t care how long he’d have to wait for her to get there, he would wait as long as he had to. Now, Folio could just let himself in to her apartment with the spare key she’d given him two weeks ago, but he didn’t deserve that after how upset she’d been tonight. He wasn’t technically even supposed to be here, after all, so he should at least wait for her to get home before going in. So he set himself down on her doorstep, waiting for her.

That was exactly where Ishtar found him, sitting cross-legged with the container of food in his lap. She wasn’t pleased to see him after the night that she had had. 

“Nick, what are you doing here? I said I’d see you tomorrow.”

He scrambled up from the stoop, the look of surprise in his eyes wasn’t unexpected to her, she was home earlier than she would have guessed too. She’d been sent home halfway through her shift because of what happened, with how they’d finally decided to handle it. She’d gone back inside and Tony had ranted and raved to the other manager he’d called in because he couldn’t get a hold of the owner tonight. Ishtar knew he would have tried, those two were as thick as thieves, there was a reason the man still had his job after all these years, despite how bad he was at it.

“I know, I know, but I couldn’t just leave it like this, I needed to explain, I’m so sorry, Baby, I know I fucked up, but-”

Ishtar sighed, this wasn’t a conversation for them to have in the hall outside of her apartment, where her neighbours could probably be snooping, likely be snooping. Some of them were right busy bodies sometimes.

“Come inside, we’ll talk, you could have waited inside you know, you have a key for a reason. Silly Goose.”

Unlocking her door, shaking her head, of course Nick would be silly enough to punish himself by banishing himself outside of her apartment, but still she brought him right inside without another word. Making her way into her apartment, shrugging off her jacket, she didn’t hand it up at the door, she wasn’t bothered tonight to be precise, and neat, she didn’t have the mind to care. Not after everything that happened. She didn’t even really pay attention to Nick putting something in her fridge. Ishtar would find out later it was the rest of the food that he’d brought to the bar, the food she’d not even gotten the chance to eat. The food that was still at the bar, it wouldn’t go to waste though, nothing ever did. Plenty of time homemade meals disappeared in the staff room so fast if you didn’t label them, and even if Nick had, she wasn’t there to defend it tonight.

Ishtar just dropped her jacket over the back of one of the chairs when she heard Nick come back up behind her from his detour.

“Nick-”

“Please, let me explain-”

She sighed heavily, they’d talked about Tony, they had so many times when she’d vented about him, and Nick had offered, jokingly, to kick his ass for her, because she couldn’t do it without getting in trouble. She’d always pointed out she’d get in just as much trouble if he did. Condoning him beating on her next level boss would not be good for her job, in any way. It would destroy everything she’d been working for. Turning to look towards him, gesturing with a wave of her hand, a silent continue.

“He was assaulting Kera, and I know, I know I shouldn’t have done it. I get that, I acted rashly, I know that now, but when I see a man put his hands on a woman, I have a problem with that. I tried to get him to stop, and he wouldn’t, so I hit him.”

Ishtar raised an eyebrow, she’d seen the bruise that Tony had been sporting, even an hour after the fight, it had not just looked like a simple punch.

“That’s it? You just hit him?”

“Well, I flattened him, actually. I swear, it was only one punch! The guy must have a glass jaw or something, he went down like a sack-o-potatoes! Just laid there staring up at me too, freaking little fucking coward. Wait, it doesn’t end there.” She frowned, okay, she remembered coming out to see Nick holding Tony down so that much she believed that that wasn’t all. The issue was, the fight getting worse did not bode well in Nick’s favour, as Tony going down in one punch and Nick still continuing to fight him was bad news, for both of them.

“So I turned to Kera to see if she was okay, she was, thankfully, and the next thing I know, the man is coming at me with a blade, Princess, a fucking switch-blade!. Here, I took it off of him.”

“What?!”

Nick pulled a foldable human styled pocket knife from his pocket, and she was shocked, she’d seen it before alright, it was the one that Tony carried. Thought it made him look all tough, and suave. She never in her life actually thought he’d use it, or that it was remotely even sharp. Many a time she’d seen him flick it open in front of women to try to make himself look worldly, and rugged, as if that would do either of those things. 

“I was disarming him when you came out, I wasn’t about to let him walk away with a weapon after he just tried to use it on me either. I might already be dead, but I ain’t stupid. I’ve been stabbed before, these things fucking hurt babe.”

None of what she was hearing was doing anything to ease the ever-growing distress she was feeling about this entire ordeal, even knowing that Nick was dead, and couldn’t die again, didn’t make her feel any better. Swallowing, it also didn’t help her thoughts to know that Nick, her Sunshine, knew what it had been like to get stabbed, living or dead. 

“By the Deities this isn’t helping me, Nick, Nicky, Baby, I am so glad you are okay, I am, but this doesn’t help me at all. They won’t care, Tony-”

“I’ll go and-”

“They fired me, Nick!”

She hadn’t wanted to tell him like this, she had planned to go into the bar tomorrow morning and demand to talk to the owner directly while he was at work. It wasn’t fair what they were doing, and the fact that Tony had had to convince the other manager that she was more trouble than she was worth because of Nick, and she was always being difficult, proved it. 

Folio fell into stunned silence. He hadn’t just made her time at her job worse, he’d caused her to actually get fired. She’d lost her job because of him. Ishtar might hate working with Tony, and dealing with drunken idiots at the bar, but she loved her job. He knew she had dreams of working her way up to owning her own place one day, a bar, or maybe even better, a restaurant of her own one day, she’d told him. 

Swallowing as he looked to her, neither of them saying anything for a long moment, he didn’t know what to do, what he could say… he’d ruined this for her, and he knew it. She’d have to start all over again, and she’d been working at that job longer than he’d known her. Putting up with Tony longer than he’d known her, and in one night, it was all gone.

“I, are we breaking up?”

He’d had girlfriends breaking up with him for less, him with his stupid fighting in bars. Sure, it was different, it hadn’t been a stupid drunken bar brawl with the boys that she’d had to come down to the police station to bail him out for the millionth time. It did however, feel like he’d ruined her life, and the thought of her wanting to have nothing to do with him because of it just made him want to rip out his heart.

Are we breaking up? Hearing those words coming out of Nick’s mouth almost broke her, did she really think that she cared about her job more than him?

“Oh Sunshine, babe.”

Stepping towards him, moving closer to him than she had since she got him, her hands finally touching him. She didn’t think she’d been keeping her distance, but maybe she had been. She’d needed space to cool down a bit, Nick wasn’t the only one that wanted to punch something at times, and hurting him was something she never wanted to do, even if she knew he’d heal. Case in point, broken noses from door handles. 

“I love you, I love you so much. I think what you did was so stupid. Noble, but stupid.”

Knowing the kind of man Tony was, beyond stupid, there was no winning with him, getting Kera away from him yes, but starting a fight? It could only end badly, and here they were.

“But no, I love you so much, not even you being so ridiculous sometimes could make me break up with you, you silly goose.”

Leaning in to bring her lips to his in a much-needed kiss, reassuring him of all her love, every little bit of it, she never wanted to let him go, not in this life, or the next.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[dragonymango]

i love my stupid children

[uss-exile-ncc-440548]

Tagging who I know to tag, but anyone can vote!

@deepspacedukat @kicks-tiktaalik-back-into-water @creature-of-the-stars @bigblissandlove1 @horta-in-charge

[justices-blade]

ooc; TOA Anniversary Munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: you :)

Name: leo

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday (no year): :)

Where are you from? What is your time zone?: yes. cest (gmt+2)

Roleplay experience: 12 years total, 10 years on and off on tumblr

Got any pets? i had a bunch of fish at various times in my life but the last hag of a molly murdered all her tankmates it was a whole thing

Favorite time of year: autumn

Some interests and things you like: dnd, drawing, gaming, a bit of cosplay. i like frogs :) and rock.

Some funfacts & trivia about you: - i once kneed myself in the eye on accident - ive made 47+ ocs just for ffxiv - funny character voices are my passion - i either go completely silent or get really loud while gaming. i also make actually physically wounded noises when my character gets hit

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? ffxiv, apex legends, flight rising, honkai star rail, enstars, soulsborne, splatoon. its a list of all time for sure

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: ghost/bug, spiritomb/armarouge

How did you get into Fire Emblem? was really into smash bros for a while and got interested in fire emblem. my friend had a copy of awakening and i watched her play, and when i asked my dad to get me path of radiance when he was in the us he got radiant dawn instead

What Fire Emblem games have you played? the gba ones, tellius, the 3ds ones and engage

First Fire Emblem game: radiant dawn

Favorite Fire Emblem game: also radiant dawn

Any Fire Emblem crushes? i dont do crushes but pandreo? ephraim also makes me feel profoundly unwell. also call me brendan reed because limstella,

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: stahl - Fates: niles - Three Houses: idk tbh - Engage: pandreo

Favorite Fire Emblem class: thief, mage

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? thief (high skl/spd/res/mag, dogshit con def and hp, normal str)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? golden deer

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? micaiah or byleth

How did you find TOA? saw it here and there while scrolling fe tags on tumblr... was scrolling the tellius one and saw an active leonardo??? and i was missing tumblr rp at the time and i was like okay sure why the hell not (i would write edward regardless though)

Current TOA muses: edward, chad, denning

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? edward has taken up permanent residence in my brain since i was 14 he is NOT leaving

Have you had any other TOA muses? im at three and im staying with these three until further notice ✌️

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? little guys and pensive freaks. theres closer descriptions of my archetypes but this is good enough

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? hmhmhm. i like themes of belonging and not-belonging i think? places and people with which you feel at home, places you feel adrift and lost and that disconnect where it falls apart. i also really like unreliable narration, horror and that unsettling slightly delusional tonal dissonance when i have occasion to whip it out to maximum effect :)

Favorite TOA-related memory: keras kai elephas was so damn fun to me i need to stress this. first lore event really hit and solidified that i definitely want to stay!!

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? wil boey kliff and jean. are At My Door. theyre not getting in anytime soon but Hey.

[kerakeriza]

gf who works at a gym but hates working out x bf who met her at the gym but also hates working out

[kwyw]

I’m going to go through my posts tonight and tag them all “keras tour” in honor of Karlie being there so that I can find the damn things again.