#magfred

[bad-rper]

👥 Mag & Fred Mag & Fred Mag & Fred

Thanfred has actually approached that fish-head room more times than the once--before and after that gilded-tree night. A few times Magdal has even heard the quiet grunts and sighs of indecision, just to peer outside the door. Two can play the breeze game.

He's thought about commissioning some "traditional kaldorei armor" from the traveling merchant before. At least Stimmy's gift/the Felraiser fit saved him a few dozen gold. Still can't get her to call him 'en'do' again.

In the future, however far off, when he does propose to be her, uh, he will do so with some extremely lofty and unrealistic vow equatable to lobster lakes.

[kozutenshi]

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The Grackle Knight and the Dawnrunner Queen

A Fairytale Storybook Written in the Scary and Dark

Magdal Fogeye -> @fog-eye

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with seeds burst at first cut, woven red from the collarbone

Pomegranate — Sol Rios

Magdal Fogeye -> @fog-eye

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some of those fancy romance oc sheets bc somehow thanfred is the only one getting any

Magdal -> @fog-eye and did most of the wedding one i just thanned it up

wedding sheet & romance chart

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😶 hey motherfucker whats up with the purple-blue thing

The dull, slagging fog-staring face nearly slid out of his hand entirely before all jolted upwards. "The purple-blue thing...?" he repeated back to himself. "--You don't mean that purple-blue thing, do you?"

"She just..." Down to his hand. "Spends so much time patching me back up." Down to his hand, turning over and over to display not a single scar or scratch earned since arriving. Even the thumb was returning to normal. "Talking me through it, saying stuff to calm me down. Probably so I don't get impatient or get in the way or anything," he brushed that hand back through his hair quickly. Slapping away at squirming tentacles. "I can't just go to some priest anymore. Even the priests didn't calm me when I could. No druids, no shaman, no flying rats with medical degrees."

"Says every part of her aches." His jaw set, the tendrils writhed, his eyes burned. "She aches, she bleeds, she burns for hours while doing everything to make me feel good."

"I just want to make her feel good, too." Ears grew purple. Cold grew burning. Void grew hungry. "Cover her with it. Fill her with it."

He was definitely talking about the blindweed powder.

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Regects (Thanfred)

"Talking about the soul?" he was quick to cut, glaring at whatever tree-shadow creaked the word. "It should be. Shouldn't want that to happen to anyone. Should know better than anyone." And, yet, his head shook in tiny trembles. "... But when I see the way she hides from that ugly crone's eye--" devolved fangs gnashed down, steadying himself back to mist-cool, "... Not a chance."

"... Not even the clerk work, either," spread a pinched smile, some barrier against his own guilt. "Face it, I'd end up pissing myself someday anywhere," he clicked off his tooth, "It happens to mercs all the time! You don't run on ale and get punched in the gut all your life and have..." A dismissive wave opted to obfuscate all the ugly details.

"... On that note, don't regret lettin' my accent slip, either," he huffed, sliding right into the vowel transposes and non-rhotics. "All gonna happen eventually, roight? Besides, y'see the way she went after my coat?"

Touching up on his chest, gambeson-relieved, his mouth twisted to the side. "... Getting crab-puked on," seemed to sober him enough to unstop his glottals. "--No," he flicked up his ears again, "Said that made her laugh, too." That bout of hazy bliss spread for a moment, only to be whisked away by the next incoming thought.

"Actually, one regret," he flicked up a blindweed-finger, "I didn't punch the ring off of that douchebag when I had the chance."

[bad-rper]

A new scabbard (For: Thanfred, From: Magdal)

[Send me an item! I’ll say if it’s a Favorite, Loved, Liked, Neutral, Disliked, Hated, or Horror gift.]

A wave of relief washed over him as the sheathe was set in his hands. Not a blade in there to be drawn and planted through his throat as he may have deserved. There was a slight disappointment in that, too. Nevertheless, he ran his hand over the length of it, finger riding each stitch downwards as a series of slopes.

"Y'know, it's funny because I was--"

He snapped his lips back up again, he should probably keep that to himself for the time being. Without further delay, he drew that sword from his poor, abused belt, waving the suddenly bronze blade with more ease.

"You want to put it in--" That also sounded awful as soon as it caught the air. Instead, he hastily attempted to slide the blade inside without bumbling further.

With a sure-fit, he gave the whole thing a little vertical shake, tasting just how fast the sword was snug in there.

"Perfect fit!" he proclaimed with a delighted chuckle. "... Thanks, Magdal."

[RATING: LIKED LOVED FAVORITE LOVED CHERISHED] ["Is it as easy to pull out--Oh c'mon, it's a joke!"]

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when you get your soft, italicized, "Oh."

the unrelated moment

you tend to be more preoccupied with practical things, to the point where you've been blinded to matters of the heart. sure, you're close with this person. you like to be close with people. it is rewarding to know and be known in return. you leave realization no choice but to sneak up on you. they're not even in the room when it happens. someone or something else spells it out for you, an observant friend's passing comment or a particular sentence you were reading in a book, and suddenly it hits you, what it all means. the person your feelings have been building themselves around. Oh. it's them. it's time. it's them and you, here and now, and you have to decide what to do at this crossroads. luckily, you're practically-minded.