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[skuntank]

Oh yeah this is an anti Volo blog and not in the "haha he's such a funny little scamp" kind of way

[dellamortethelesser]

*closes her eyes, spins around twice and points*

Something about WIP number 6, if you'd like to share some hints? :3

@arrow90-art

I tightened the laces that held the cuffs of my sleeves to my wrists and waited. Normally Daeran’s eyes were the first to find mine in a crowd, but I couldn’t deny a small thrill of glee every time they glossed over me, and where I stood leisurely against the stone slope of the stairs. Perhaps I’d been wearing my armor far too often if a white shirt was all it took to throw him off—or maybe I wasn’t as pretty in his memory as he claimed.  “What are you doing out of your roost?” Seelah asked, turning her head to try and see what my eyes were following. I hadn’t noticed her approach. Apparently Daeran’s eyes weren’t the only ones distracted.  “Daeran said he needed me for something,” I said, pointing loosely towards where I saw him searching for me in the crowd. “Do I really look that different out of my armor?” Seelah failed to suppress a smile. “Well, you don’t look as severe, that’s for sure. Maybe he just has an eye for men in uniform?” When I levied a glance her way, she continued. “You look different with your hair up like this. Softer. Younger, maybe.” “I see,” I said as I raised a hand to my cheek. I’d been called ‘boy’ before, and other such comments had been made in the past that I’d attributed to the roundness of my cheeks, but I didn’t think it was to the point that someone would not be able to recognize me entirely.  “I had to do a double take, too,” Seelah added. “You just look… different without all of your black armor on. Not as dour, for one thing.” “I get it,” I said, more amused than annoyed. “I don’t look like a big scary Hellknight anymore. Go on; I’m playing a game. I want to see how long it takes him to notice me standing here.” “Well, you’re making it too easy on him right here!” Seelah gasped. She grasped my hand and began to pull before I was even aware of what she was doing, nearly tripping over myself to keep up with her. She didn’t stop until we’d cleared much of the courtyard, and she practically threw me towards the statue of Iomedae that loomed over the nearby inn. 

document 6! is the POV of Emery, my (original) hellknight Knight-Commander and uhh more daeran. as a treat. for me.

[fallout-vault0144]

Raider Town

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So word from my sources tell me of a little shithole that's been runned by raiders. Place used to be a friendly settlement for farmers and plainly people who just wanted to be left alone. Was even called Little Roseville, that is until some junked up raiders came and cleaned the place out for themselves. They even had the nerve to rename it Raider Town. Those cheeky cockbites! Sorry got a personal beef with raiders.

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Anyway place is even heavily fortified with machine turrets & guard dogs at every point of entry. And any of the surviving settlers are either being used as bait for other wastelanders, forced into slavery, being used as "personal entertainment" or being made into food entirely. Bunch a sick bastards!

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Their leader is even said to be the worst of them all. Goes by the name of Grimm Khanus. Not much is known about the guy, but rumor goes he once fought in the NCR wars for the Hoover Dam when he was a Great Khan. Even earned himself a nasty scar across his chest. Word is he got tired of the NCR's bullshit after the defeat of the Legion. He tried to put up a fight, but it landed him in a cell. Which didn't hold him for long when he somehow broke out and left the Majave Desert without a trace.

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And that's how he woundup here in raider ruled settlement in Missouri a few years afer. With him and his gang taking over and the Great Khan jacket still on his back. He even sits looking over his territory with his bitches on leash next to him. Thinking no one with the biggest set of balls could take him.

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Personally I hope someone who's a marksman wandering around takes him and his shitgoons out. Who knows maybe one day someone will be willing to resettle again in the once known Little Roseville.

[actual-corpse]

The brand WoundUp is selling shitty ableist shirts at Walmart.

They're light grey and say "DELUSIONAL Member of Society!" In a white script font.

I'm fucking angry and I don't know what to do about it.

[pamsplunder]

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[majormeilani]

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[cavenewstimes]

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[lillianna-davenport]

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[brianroppel]

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[threehousing]

Sorry if this is too generic as far as writing prompts go, but I'd be curious to see a little blurb from non-AM Three Houses routes focused on the dimivain dynamic? Platonic or romantic doesn't really matter but I do love these two 💔

oh ho ho HO are you ready for angst. any non-AM blions means angst.

Thank you so much omg!!! and nah bro dw this was not too vague! This was actually perfect I adore sylvain and dimitri's dynamic so much, they do not get enough love. have some very brief and upsetting CF platonic dimivain :)

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The King never could move quietly. He’s always been like that, ever since he was a little kid, snot nosed and terrified by his own strength. 

Sylvain knows it’s him without needing to look.

“Sylvain.”

He remembers, once — back when the future had seemed bright and no one had died and left them behind — his friend storming up to him in tears, the pieces of a broken lance held forlornly in his hands. He’d been mortified, Sylvain remembers. Mortified and so, so afraid that Felix was angry with him that he’d sobbed into Sylvain’s cloak until Felix had finally torn around the corner, out-of-breath and red-faced from crying— 

Sylvain slides the whetstone over the spear’s blade too fast. The tip nicks his skin and he hisses. 

“Sylvain.”

Goddess. Part of Sylvain doesn’t know if he can face him right now, because he knows exactly why he’s here. He can hear it in his friend’s voice, knows the exact look he’ll see in his friend’s eyes.

But he can’t ignore him. Won’t. He’s the King, Sylvain’s King.

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Do not— do not do that, Sylvain.”

The energy drains out of him, like it’s leaked through his boots and out into the dirty tent floor below. Sylvain lowers the spear, laying it gently down next to his others. The Lance of Ruin twitches grotesquely as his fingers brush against its grip. 

He turns his head. The King’s expression matches the one Sylvain had imagined exactly.

“Apologies, Your Majesty.” He’s wearing his father’s armour again. Sylvain hasn’t seen him out of it since— Arianrhod fell. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

Something seems to break in Dimitri then. His shoulders, broader than life in plated metal, sag, heavy with the same weight that Sylvain has felt crushing his chest for weeks. He swallows. Guilt thickens in his lungs.

“Sylvain, please. I—”

And Sylvain stands, suddenly seized by the need to move. To look Dimitri in the eye on an equal level. To be closer to him, as he chokes on the words sticking in his mouth.

Dimitri clenches his hands into fists at his side.

“I… I ask not as the King, but— as your friend, Sylvain. If you wish to flee, and find somewhere to live the rest of your life in peace, then— then I would not hold that against you. I— I would encourage you to—”

“Your Majesty—”

“Please, Sylvain, let me finish. I am trying to—”

“Dimitri.”

The King breaks off. He looks shaken, and Sylvain tries to recall the last time he’d called his friend by his name. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Dimitri. So stop it with that crap.”

Dimitri hesitates for a moment. Sylvain sees the apple of his throat bob. “I— Sylvain. You must be aware of how slim our chances are now. This next battle may very well be my last stand and I— I do not know if I can stomach the thought of losing you here, too.”

“You really are an idiot, you know, Your Majesty? Felix would—” he falters. Tries again. “Felix would hold you at swordpoint if he could hear you talking like this, and don’t get me started on what Ingrid would say.”

Dimitri makes a gut-wrenching, gasping sound and Sylvain takes a step towards him without thinking. 

“It’s my fault, Sylvain. I sent them out there— I ordered them to—”

“They made their choices independent of you, Dimitri. They chose to protect Faerghus, just like they chose to protect Faerghus every moment of this damned war. Just like we are now. Just like everyone back in Fhirdiad is. We’re not doing it for you Dimitri. We’re doing it with you.”

Dimitri reaches out, and Sylvain meets him halfway. Their hands meet, solid and real, and Sylvain pulls him in. His King, his friend, his brother. He squeezes Dimitri’s palm through the cold leather of his gauntlet and meets his eyes dead on.

“I’m not going anywhere. We stand together, Dimitri. Until the bitter end.”

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