#oh avi :(

[byfulcrums]

More IDW TF out of character fake twitter!!!!!

[avi-on-jumblr]

listen. listen. i don’t believe in DNIs. i don’t believe in them. but.

DNI IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE YENTL.

[disastertwins9000]

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[avirael]

The Price of Failure

“Seven hells, A‘viloh! Open the damn door right now! I am worried about you, you idiot!”

After Haurchefant’s death the Miqo’te had locked himself up in a room at the Forgotten Knight and had barely spoken to anyone at all these last few days.

Go away - This is all my fault - They must hate me so - Stay away from me - I don’t want you to get hurt too.

With this and similar sentences, which Rael had day by day only heard muffled through the closed door, A’viloh had tried to get rid of them. Rael had expected the Miqo’te to blame himself for what had happened, they had even understood that A’viloh in his bizarre sense of self-loathing had decided to leave Fortemp Manor to not cause anyone any more pain. Anyone except himself of course.

Once again Rael felt so powerless seeing how A’viloh apparently saw all his fears confirmed, that as soon as he was involved in something, everything would eventually go horribly wrong and people would get hurt. Of course that was nonsense. But with the “evidence” at hand - and the poor Miqo’te really was a pretty unlucky fellow in this regard - it was also quite difficult to argue against it.

Seemingly he had also stopped letting Rael convince him of the opposite as they usually had so far. At least he had still talked to them. Through closed doors, but at least he had not ignored Rael entirely in another attempt to drive them away.

Well, not until today…

Another time Rael’s fist loudly drummed against the door.

“I swear, if you don’t open this damn door right now, I will break it down!”

Maybe getting angry at him was not going to encourage him any more than politely asking had but by now Rael’s patience reached its end.

“You are looking for the young Miqo’te, who’s living here since a few days, don’t you?”, a voice asked and Rael turned around to find the owner of the inn standing at the end of the corridor. “I saw you two together with mistress Tataru before.”

“I am.”, Rael confirmed and tried to look a little less like some hooligan about to trash the inn and attack its guests. “I am just worried about him…”

“Mhhh…”, the Elezen made a contemplating sound. “Well, all I can tell you is that your friend left a few hours ago and hasn’t returned since.”

“Left?!”, Rael blurted out, while their mind began to race. “To where?”

“That I don’t know, I am sorry…”, the man apologised.

It may have looked impolite but Rael left in a hurry without another word. Barely back outside they paused and realised that Ishgard was too big to just aimlessly run around and look for him. But where could he have gone?

At First Rael hurried to the chocobo stables. Somehow they had hoped to find him here cuddled to the bird Haurchefant had gifted him. It had been a naive hope, that of course proved wrong.

Then they ran to the city gates asking the guards if they had seen a person fitting A’viloh’s description leave the city and after that they did the same at the airship landing. Both times unsuccessful.

By now the sun, that had spent most of the day hidden by thick grey clouds, was slowly surrendering her last weak rays of light to the darkness of night. The lack of light would make searching even more difficult and Rael was out of ideas. Where else would A’viloh go?, they wondered when one last horrible idea crossed their mind.

As fast as Rael could they hurried back to the upper parts of the city, where at its highest point stood one of the most important places in town: The Vault.

The place where Haurchefant had been killed while trying to protect A‘viloh.

In a way it would be just like A’viloh to return here, if only to inflict more pain on himself and punish himself in the process. However as Rael walked towards the tall building they noticed the entrance had been sealed with a barrier and additionally a guard was stationed in front, informing Rael that the building remained closed for now due to ongoing investigations of the happenings around Thordan and his knights.

The guard hadn’t seen any Miqo’te around either and so Rael began to wonder what to do now. They could return to Fortemps Manor and ask Alphinaud and Tataru for help. Maybe even Artoirel and Emmanellain. Or go to the headquarters of the Temple Knights and speak to Ser Aymeric. Although every soldier in the city searching for A‘viloh possibly was a little exaggerated, this idea began to look more and more tempting to Rael with every passing minute. There was a nervousness inside their heart, a bad feeling, that was getting worse and worse with every passing second.

Rael had just walked down the first set of stairs when suddenly something in the cold night air changed. A strong breeze picked up, wind howling through the streets like a ghost. Feeling the strangeness of this sudden change Rael looked up to the night sky, where for a second they thought they saw the form of a bird circling in front of the glimmer of stars.

Then they blinked and it was gone. A shiver ran down Rael‘s spine. The feeling familiar but nonetheless in this case strangely unsettling, they gasped and almost stumbled. Their vision blurred for a moment and their eyes turned milky white, as Rael‘s mind was forcefully pulled away by a sudden vision.

Rael found themself standing on a square somewhere in Ishgard. It seemed familiar and Rael thought they recognised it from somewhere near Fortemps Manor. The air felt unreasonably chilling even through their warm clothes and Rael only slowly adjusted to the feeling of having a vision after none of them had shown up for so long.

Then Rael saw A’viloh.

There he stood, only a few steps away, at the edge of the square, where the higher parts of the city bordered onto the vast, foggy nothingness of the Holy Sea. But the Miqo’te’s tear-stained gaze was not focused on the bottomless depth below, but on the moon and the stars above.

This world… wouldn’t it be better off without me in it? No one would miss me at all…

A‘viloh did not say this aloud but Rael heard his voice just as clearly as if he had spoken instead of just thought it. It made Rael’s blood freeze in their veins.

Like petrified they watched A’viloh slowly raising his arms as if they were wings, like a bird that wanted to take flight.

Just that he wasn’t flying.

He was falling.

In an unnaturally slow motion he tilted forward, falling into the abyss and while Rael began to scream he was already gone.

[avicryptidbard]

hii >_< so i drew something based on your fic about darrell (intro to cluckophony) hghjdhhb i adore it so much thank you for creating this fic :3

(I don't know if you have seen this or something but just wanted to let you know about this :3)

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING?!!??!? Thank so much oh my god 😭😭💕💕💕 I’m so glad you liked the fic, I’m so incredibly honored you wanted to make art about my fic thank you sm !!!!

[templegate]

Worlds most self indulgent drawing. The two guys with checkerboard bandannas... Aka Kokichi Ouma and Sir Palamedes of King Arthur fame

[rraakkee]

@teiahn-frost let me model his lil talon design so thats what i did <3333333 really happy w how he came out

[avi-draws]

Look. All I'm gonna say is I'm a sucker for a good waltz between two incomprehensible horrors

Fanart for the Hermit Tommy with a twist fic The Dollhouse! By the wonderful MawoftheMagnetar, a great writer of terrible things :P

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Pluralities

sci-fi novella

a burned out 20-something with premonitions has a gender-questioning journey, after quitting their job and becoming friends with benefits with a trans guy

with a parallel narrative about a runaway alien prince in a space empire and his complicated friendship with his sentient spaceship friend

audiobook arc from netgalley!

[millennium-shitpost]

girl help my demons are playing a card that has a second ability i don't know about

[sonny-whorezik]

i am not well!!!!!!!!!!

[byfulcrums]

"You think you can take whatever you want. Things you didn’t make, didn’t earn, things you don’t understand." The story of an indigenous boy fighting against a colonizer to get his home back. A teenager telling the man who is destroying his world that because it is so much more complex and important than what he sees, he will never get to have it.

Ezra's story is about connection, with all living beings: loth cats and wolves, purrgils, people, etc. And it ends with nature reclaiming what has always been its from the machine that is the Empire. It ends with the people getting their home back from the people who occupied it

And here's the thing: Ezra doesn't know a galaxy without the influence of the Empire. The history of the Old Republic, the tales of the Jedi, they're all fairytales to him. Yet he still fights for it; he fights for something he hasn't yet seen, fights for what's right, for his people and his family. He fights for freedom even if he doesn't know what it feels like

And it's this determination, this endless hope, that drives others to do the same as him. He, with only his words, is able to make things different. It challenges the whole "I'm just one person, I won't change anything" belief. Because Ezra is just one person, and one person can't do much on their own; the war is lost if it's only you fighting it

But Ezra frees Lothal. Ezra banishes Thrawn. Ezra inspires others to fight back. Ezra's sacrifice was not meaningless, and it will always be remembered. He will always be remembered

[mistytpednaem]

man. yes my face scrunched up the first time I laid eyes on the name "eddie fender" after years of "ray shields" (which is a pretty damn good name imho) but I can't help but feel for the localisation team, being pelted with tomatoes and rotten fruit for doing more or less what they've always done

[amorxsomnia]

@violetgleams liked for a starter!

How time flies when you're having fun. Gotham was certainly one of the... colder cities he'd set up shop in, but after one or two minor adjustments, the pet shop was now as warm and welcoming as it had ever been. The aroma of sweet incense filled the air as the Count finished lighting all burners for that morning, just in time for his very first customer since arriving the other day. The sound of a bell tinkling rang throughout the air, Count D turning towards the door with a smile. "Good afternoon. Please come right on in, and apologies in advance if things seem a little barren. I've yet to find my bearings in such a large city so soon." Mismatched eyes twinkled as the Count took in the sight of his visitor, a young man with long hair decorated with intricate shavings. Gotham was every bit as colourful as he'd heard, and his smile only grew as he studied the newcomer, eyes of purple and gold freely meeting those of warm brown. He'd heard... things, that Gotham wasn't exactly the most friendly of places and sorely in need of some of his work, but it was an unexpected pleasure to be met with such a quiet aura. What sort of person are you, my friend? "Have you come in search of a pet? It might not look like much now but I assure you, we carry a vast menagerie of wonderful animals as well as supplies for any you might already have."

[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

alskndkshfks okay so i did a rewatch of 1x4 again and this time around i noticed the sweetest little detail in wille and simon’s intimacy scene

idk if i just wasn’t paying enough attention the last times i did a rewatch but when simon’s trying to get his pants off (with wille’s eager assistance, i might add), he doesn’t get to.

because wille is there, trying to push his knees apart so he can settle between them (the mutual enthusiasm in this scene will never fail to get me smiling aaaaaah). so instead of actually taking his jeans off, simon just lets them stay bunched up around his ankles

and later into the scene, they’re still there!

should i have picked up on this earlier?? probably but oh my god they’re so adorable i love them

[marsbotz]

EVERYONE LOOK AT MY SILLY POOPY IMMEDIATELY