Avita Desalvar. The Eighth. The Lady Vernalia.
Born again by miracle two millenia after her cruel, untimely death at the hands of a fearmongered town mob, Avita restarts her life in an artificial body, the result of her parents, Nikodemus and Antonin's tireless efforts to craft a vessel apt to hold her volatile, powerful spirit.
She's a preternatural already, first and foremost the holder of an Eater soul and thusly capable of weaponizing it to draw life from others, but the introduction of Antonin's eldritch blood makes a terribly mighty immortal out of her. It's how she's granted another chance at the life she never got to live, this time in a loving home with two present, adoring fathers who help her through her tumultuous settling within human flesh. And though her limitless potential opens to her many doors and paths, among them she chooses a green thumb, a social character and a love for philanthropy.
So come bother Avita and her horrific human frankenstein of a pet Molerat on their adventures into the bright new world. Her info can be found here! D&D verse available, mundane modern verse coming soon.
mandatory tag for @vilestblood (AntonΓn) bc dottir!!!
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I swear if I see another post in the fnv main tag about how Arcade would actually be okay with Boone murdering children and arguing that those children are actually dangerous threats who deserve to be shot because "Oh he said he feels for the soldiers in one ambient voice line and also his parents are war criminals ππ"
Arcade's whole story is about his baggage and discomfort with his family being violent fascist war criminals. Like. it's literally his entire quest. The only reason he comes up with defences for them is because he's seen the good in them, and even that gets him feeling conflicted. Let's not forget Arcade will join the courier in KILLING Orion Moreno if he can't let go of the Enclave's ideals, he will literally kill this close family friend. Arcade will literally open fire on The Courier who gleefully activates Archimedes. Arcade will berate and yell at a Legion-aligned courier until he thinks its not worth it anymore. Arcade is Not kind to war criminals or fascists.
Boone saying shit like this?
You really think Arcade is going to feel even a little bit charitable or merciful after hearing THAT come from Craig's mouth? don't make me laugh. Arcade is absolutely not the fucking guy to be like "Actually killing children might be justified" I don't fucking care what his ambient line says.
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hello!! can you please write a drabble for connor with an s/o who just finished their last final, and now they just want to nap and cuddle with him? gender neutral please! thank you!!
05/03/2024: Hello! First ask of the year! I certainly can try, friend! Thanks for your undying patience! Shit has happened, bros, but I've just been re-reading my old fics and they've brought me some long lost joy, so I am trying to make a comeback! (Please reblog this so people know I'm posting again -- with evidence!) This is a perfect thing to write on the day of my exam results (we passed, guys!) so now I can reflect on the traumatising experience that was exam season.
The Complete Masterlist
Finally (Connor x GN!Reader)
You put down your pen with a sigh of relief.
Finally, it was all over.
These last few weeks were torture; hours of studying a day, taking a break only to eat or to steal some hours of restless sleep. Your brain fried while you studied, and you half wondered how you made it through exam season alive.
A few hours ago, you were on the verge of throwing up your breakfast. Now, as you turned the lock to your apartment door, you could only feel intense fatigue. Gentle noises from the kitchen put a smile on your face. Connor was never a loud person, in both words and actions.
"I'm back," you announced, entering the kitchen to find Connor making two cups of tea.
"Y/n," he greeted with a reassuring smile. "How was it?"
"Not terrible, but could've been better," you shrugged. At this point, you really couldn't care. It was over, and that's all that mattered. A yawn overcame you. "Tired now, though."
Connor nodded, pouring water from the freshly boiled kettle. "I made us some tea. What would you like to do to celebrate?"
You thanked him gratefully, moving to take your favourite mug off of the counter. "Honestly? Can we go back to bed for a while? I want to sleep these past few weeks off."
"Of course." He followed you as you led the way to your shared bedroom. Teas placed on the bedside counters, you changed into some comfier clothes and all but collapsed into bed. Connor climbed in with slightly more tact, and you crawled into his arms. He pulled you close with one hand and opened a book he was reading with the other.
His thumb gently traced the skin of your arm, soothing and constant. It wasn't long before your eyelids began to close, fluttering in time to his heartbeat.
Sleep came soon after.
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bro i'm actually fuckin crying
i was having anxiety the entire night over more random people from the other blog pulling up in my inbox and harassing me over shit i've already explained, but i woke up to like 4 messages and all rather wholesome and aren't accusing me
the fact that i haven't cried a single fuckin time the past 1-2 weeks of me knowing about this bullshit and just bottled it all up- and it just all comes all crashing the fuck down after seeing the sudden overwhelming support of people that actually read and understand context
it's literally only 6am here and i'm bawling my eyes out
i love every single one of you who isn't blindly jumping in on the fuckin hate train i wasn't even supposed to know about :'D
will be responding to them once i'm back in my room after school! fghfndghdfg already read through them tho, but i gotta go in a bit and can't type it all out hgfdgnfdhgnhdfg
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Most flying units in the monster forces wore none to very light armour, because it tended to ground them, which left them vulnerable. Grillby was bit of an outlier then, being capable of shifting and pulling out at least *some* armor out of his inventory, but he still kept returning from any confrontation pretty scuffed (not to mention he still didn't wear any armor at all while being capable of flight). Still, the fact that he could drop behind enemy's main line and wreak havoc for a while Significantly more safely than others that were capable of reaching that far, granted him a bit of an unique position.
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