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Do you think Mabel would have a tiktok where she would do those twin trends with Dipper? Maybe even a Grunkle version too
#I dont have tiktok but ive seen those#the doing a series of gestures with a door in between one or#a clothing style comparison or#idk stuff like that#gravity falls#mabel pines#dipper pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#fallstag#xade says something
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I don't reblog political stuff like, never, but your words resonated with me. Because this is exactly how reality is. This is not only in the USA. I'm from Argentina.
Voting is a strategy and I'm sure af I did not like any of the 2 last candidates this past election. I voted the one that at least would allow me to keep going to a public university.
The other one ended on the seat regardless of what I did.
It is life. We survive. We do what we think best for our communities. That's our fight. Everyone will not just.
drives me up a wall living in a very very red district, like “no democrat is ever going to win any local election, let alone a real leftist” district, like “our school board members ran on who was the most anti-mask” red, like “I pass white supremacist signs on the way to buy weed” red
and being in the local leftist community and the guy who runs the anarchist book club and the lady who helps keep the warming shelters open and the people who marched on city hall when a local business was getting death threats for having a drag show are all members of a discord and we get on this discord and have frank discussions about how best to vote
the people who do the protests and the mutual aid and all the real work
going “okay, they’re both fascists, but this one lacks ambition and seems happy to just glide in the position” or “they both suck, but this one can be reasoned with if you frame it patriotically enough” like we don’t even have a democrat to vote for. we know what a vote is. we know what we hope accomplish with it. we know what it can do, and we know what it can’t.
and going from those discussions to here where people think that your vote is some kind of fucking??? enabling maneuver??? as if someone isn’t going to end up in that seat regardless of what you do???
we didn’t build this system, we just live in it. we’re just trying to survive. a vote isn’t a statement of your values, it’s not an endorsement, it’s not a marriage contract, it’s a strategic play you make to keep alive.
the biggest mistake I see leftists making is overestimating their own popularity. “well but everyone would be leftist if they just-“ no, stop, 1) you can’t possibly know that 2) everyone will not just
#othertag#xade says something#Look its not about complaining and falling in dispair bc qhy arent there more leftist or some shit#ya know
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No, wait, hear me out-
#natural conclusion to a previous post that I made#phineas and ferb#perryshmirtz#pnftag#portal 2#chelley#portaltag#the stanley parable#stannarrator#?tag#xade says something#I TAKE SUGGESTIONS#THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE#and its all lighthearted lol. dont take anything too seriously#or take it ridiculously serious. be my gues#im liking my own post im so proud of this shit
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hello! I was wondering if we could get a Xaden x reader where the reader has a bad day from the get go like- wakes up and already smth has happened and by the end of the day they’re just wanting the day to be over and Xaden comforts them and they go on a flight and then cuddle? (Also could Tairn have picked the reader?)
Just Tired
Xaden x reader
Warnings: depression
You had woken up tired again. With another restless night behind you, you begrudgingly pull yourself out from under the covers. Standing and letting out a sigh you look back at your bed.
It looks so warm and comfortable. And safe. It was hard not to jump back in and curl up into a ball for the rest of the day.
You knew that wasn’t feasible since your schedule was packed today. You also didn’t want to worry Xaden more than he already was. He tried to hide it but you know him too well.
For the last few weeks you had been in a depressive episode. You didn’t put right tell Xaden this but you knew he could sense something. You were getting up at the last minute, late for class and training, and you had opted to sleep alone the past few nights.
Even Tarin was worried about you. He would push you during flights to talk about it. The dragon would even pull off dangerous maneuvers to bully you into talking. None of it worked. You just stayed quiet and gripped his horns.
The morning had gone by quickly. You had tuned out Tarin’s constant nagging. By lunch time he had stopped speaking to you all together which was odd.
From your seat at the long oak table you caught Xaden staring at you. He had a sad, sympathetic look on his face. Like he knew something you didn’t. You avoided his gaze for the rest of lunch.
You left your friends early to go collect yourself in the bathroom. While the day had gone by like normal you felt like you were on the brink of breaking down. You couldn’t afford that right now. Crying your eyes out could wait until tonight.
Slamming the bathroom door you felt Xaden’s presence in your mind. “Y/n are you ok? You haven’t talked to me all day,” his tone was careful and soft like he was afraid you’d push away from him.
Bracing your hands on the sink you looked at your reflection. You seemed paler than usual. The bags under your eyes deeper and so purple they were almost black. “I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.” You said back. You pushed him out of your mind and splashed cold water on your face.
You felt guilty lying to Xaden, he had enough to deal with though. You could deal with your depression in your own just like every time before.
—
Xaden didn’t buy your excuse for a second. He felt sick to his stomach thag you had Lied when something is so clearly wrong.
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By bedtime you were dragging your feet. Exhausted from having to pretend all day and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed.
A knock sounded on your door drawing a groan from you. You slowly made your way over to the door, opening it to find a disheveled Xaden.
“Please talk to me,” he begged, shoving his way into your room. You shoved the door shut hard. You didn’t want to talk, you wanted sleep. “You’ve been acting weird for days. Sgayel told me Tarin is worried. He never worries!”
Xaden took two long strides and he was in front of you, holding you gently by your shoulders. “Say something, anything.” You couldn’t. Not when the love of your life looked so defeated. The words died on your tongue as you opened your mouth.
A lump formed in your throat and you just let everything out. Xaden brought you into a crushing hug as you cried, and cried, and cried. When you were out of tears you whispered, “I’m so tired Xaden.” “I know, baby.” He whispered back
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You stared up at him with big, sorrowful eyes. Your parents never talked to you about feelings. You always worked through it on your own. Nodding your head, Xaden took your hand pulling you from your room.
Fifteen minutes later he’s boosting you up to sit in Sgayel’s saddle as Tarin watches. Xaden suggested a quick flight to clear your mind and talk without anyone else listening in. Knowing some of your fellow riders, they’d love information like this. It would make you an easy target.
Xaden didn’t want you to ride alone and no way was Tarin letting you be by yourself or letting Xaden on his back. So the compromise was Tarin coming along while Sgayel carried you both.
On the flight around Basgiath you told Xaden everything. How you didn’t want to bother him with your problems, how everything has felt impossible lately, that you feel stuck. And he listened to every word.
“You’re not alone in handling this,” now it was his turn to talk as you landed and dismounted. “I’m with you, y/n. It doesn’t matter what’s going on in the world, you are my number one priority.” Xaden picked you up bridle style causing a small giggle to calm from your lips. He smiled at the happy sound. His dark eyes twinkling in the moonlight like a dark star.
“You can tell me anything. No judgement ever. I swear it.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you baby.”
Xaden didn’t put you down until you were back in your room. He lovingly cupped your face in his hands, “Do you want me to stay tonight?” You could tell he was trying not to let hope shine through on his face. He’s always done a shit job at hiding his emotions around you.
You nod and he lets out a deep breath. “Let’s get changed and then we can snuggle.” “Sounds perfect.” He lightly kisses your lips before turning to your dresser to get your sleep clothes.
As you lay on Xaden’s chest while he traces small patterns on your back, you’re thoughts are racing. For the first time in a while they aren’t anxious or bad. They’re of Xaden. And how lucky you are to have him.
#fourth wing#xaden fourth wing x reader#xaden fourth wing#fourth wing fanfic#fourth wing x reader#fourth wing fluff#xaden x reader#xaden x you#xaden riorson x reader#xaden riorson#Xaden riorson x you
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"Are You Ticklish?" {Xaden x Violet}
Violet gasped as Xaden pinned her into the dirt once more. She shot him a glare, but he only smirked in response.
“Where’s your spunk, Violence?”
“Up your ass,” Violet hissed. She made a move to knee Xaden square between the legs, but he quickly moved out of the way and turned Violet onto her stomach in one motion.
“Now, now, you wouldn’t want to kick me there, would you? How would I keep you entertained tonight?” Xaden whispered against the shell of her ear, making her cheeks flush with heat.
He released her arms and got off of her. Violet released a breath she did not realize she had been holding and got to her feet. Xaden walked to the edge of the grass and gestured to Violet.
“Let’s try one more time.”
Violet and Xaden had already been training for an hour outside of the academy, and Violet was pissed beyond measure that she was losing more sleep than usual over this man, but she still circled him in the patch of dirt that they had been training on. Her clothes were covered in it, but Xaden did not seem to have even a speck of dirt on him, which only served to fuel Violet’s mood.
Xaden made the first move this time, and Violet made a quick calculation in her head before dodging and aiming her fist toward Xaden’s lower back when he got behind her. Xaden ducked out of the way, grabbed Violet’s leg and pulled her to the ground once more.
“Ow!” She cried when she hit the ground. Xaden was quick to turn his attention away from training to Violet’s wellbeing and he looked down at Violet with worry. Violet took advantage of this and reached under his arms to shove him to the side. She set herself on top of him in a straddle, hands still buried under his arms as she panted heavily. Xaden stared at her with wide eyes before he smirked cockily.
“Little Miss Trickster, huh?”
“More like Little Miss Kicked Your Ass,” Violet chuckled. She went to pull her hands away and Xaden flinched. He was quick to correct his face, but nothing slipped past Violet as she cocked her head to the side.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Violet.”
Violet raised her eyebrows. She looked at where her hands were and slowly began to connect the dots. A grin began to grow on her face.
“Xaden…”
“Dont.”
“Xaden, are you–”
“Don’t!”
“Ticklish?”
Xaden shook his head, but Violet dug her fingers further in and wiggled them. Xaden’s breath hitched and he froze, staring at Violet with wide eyes.
Violet, I cannot keep my shields up if you do this. Tairn and Sgaeyl will hear, Xaden begged through their mental connection, his eyes pleading. Unfortunately for Xaden, this only piqued Violet’s interest more.
Sounds like it’ll be good practice, then, Violet teased back through the connection. Xaden opened his mouth to protest verbally, but Violet already began to wiggle her fingers again, causing him to gasp before clamping his mouth shut.
“Oh, now you’re gonna be quiet? You weren’t able to keep your mouth shut earlier, why start now?” Violet teased as her fingers traveled down to Xaden’s ribs.
Breathy giggles began to escape Xaden’s lips along with a few huffs as he squirmed under Violet’s touch. Violet began to tease Xaden through their connection as she began to trace the outlines of his stomach.
When were you planning on telling me about this, hmm? If I had known all it would take was a little tickling to take you down, I never would have been as intimidated by you, she taunted as she began to pinch his sides. Xaden arched his back and began to laugh softly, still holding back. He was not saying anything back through the connection, so he must have not been lying about his mental shields.
“I wonder how long until you give in… Is there a particular spot, or do I need to try harder?”
Xaden looked like he wanted to say something back, but he gasped when Violet found his hips. She grinned at his reaction and gave them a firm squeeze, making him bark out a laugh.
“Sounds like it was a particular spot, then.”
As Violet began to squeeze his hips, Xaden began to buck under her as he finally broke into peals of laughter. He shook his head back and forth, trying to pull his hands away from his sides, but Violet had him firmly pinned.
“Violet!! Plehehehease, don’t! Not thehehere!”
“Oh? Why not?” Violet taunted. “Are you too ticklish?”
Xaden shook his head and Violet rolled her eyes, switching back and forth between teasing him through the connection and verbally. The combination seemed to drive Xaden up the wall in a very satisfying way, so as Violet continued to poke and prod at his hips, she kept up her persistent teasing.
“Ooh, you’re even more ticklish here! I’ll keep this in mind for later when we’re in the bedroom,” she cooed when she began to squeeze between his hips and thighs. Xaden flushed.
“Dohohon’t you dahare!!”
You mean you don’t want my hands all over your body? I thought you loved that, Violet teased over the connection. Xaden threw his head back and whined, unable to stop Violet as she persisted in her teases.
As she scribbled her fingers along his inner thighs he howled. She began to laugh along with him, entranced by his fluster and his intoxicating laugh.
Sgaeyl and I would appreciate it if you two could keep it down, came Tairn’s voice. Violet stopped immediately and her face began to flush while Xaden wheezed beneath her.
And I would appreciate it if you could mind your business, Violet shot back. She heard a grunt of disapproval from Tairn, but nothing was said in response.
She waited a few moments and then looked down at Xaden. A smile was plastered on his face and his chest heaved up and down. Violet smirked.
“I don’t know if you heard, but Tairn didn’t technically tell me to stop.”
Xaden’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “Violet, I swear to the gods—“
Xaden could not even finish his sentence before Violet was back to squeezing his hips.
#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#fourth wing#the empyrean#tickletober#tickletober2024#augtickletober2024#drabble#tickle drabble
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Yeah, um, I-
Y’all think we gonna get some extra wax for incinerating it?
#got the idea already....#skytag#portaltag#xade says something#this was me like the second day since I got the cube lmao#this post was the perfect place to share it lol
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If I had a nickel for every time I ended up shiping a "Very Talkative x Very Quiet" type of pair, I'd have THREE nickels which isn't a lot but I was convinced I was going to stop at one.
#stannarrator#chelley#perryshmirtz#IM HAVING FUN ALRIGHT#im making a fucking venn diagram#xade says something
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Fics:
Fear & Flame (Xaden/OC, 266k words)
Dangerous Devotion (44k words)
Truth & Talon (WIP, >100k words)
Ficlets:
Remi at 14; a Fear & Flame coda, (1k words)
Infantry Xaden & Remi AU (1.5k words)
intertwining souls (we were never strangers) - part one & part two— time travel AU snippets (2.7k & 4k words)
In-depth summaries, tags & FAQ below the cut ⤸
Fics:
Fear & Flame
Xaden Riorson/Original Female Character ✧ 266k words, complete
Remi Sorrengail is the antithesis of her sister. Snarky, depressed and quick to anger, she’s a realist. She’s well aware she probably won’t be making it out of the Riders Quadrant alive and she’s made peace with that. There’s just one thing she’d like to do there before she goes…climb Xaden Riorson like a tree.
Dangerous Devotion
Xaden's POV ✧ 44k words, complete ✧ (Note: this contains new content and is not just the same scenes from Fear & Flame, rehashed)
Xaden Riorson spends a year trying not to fall in love with Remi Sorrengail—and fails miserably.
Truth & Talon
Sequel to Fear & Flame ✧ 140k words, WIP
Remi Sorrengail’s life has been completely upended. The monsters that gave her nightmares as a child are real, her dead brother has been secretly alive this entire time and never once contacted her, and her partner has been lying about all of it. Oh and he’s also royalty. Throw in a bunch of assassins, a psychotic vice-commandant and a war on the horizon, and she truly has her work cut out for her—and that’s not even taking into account matters of the heart.
Ficlets:
Remi at 14; a Fear & Flame coda
1k words, complete
For a long minute, my heart thunders, but then I think at least it would have been over. Over. I don’t know if I believe in Malek, but if the world holds any kindness and the gods are real, I’d hope they would reunite me with Brennan in the afterlife.
Infantry Xaden & Remi AU
1.5k words, complete for now—potential series
I am not ashamed to admit that smirk does something to me. My lips part in surprise. “You…” I suppose there’s not much to say—of course he knows who I am. Everyone in Navarre probably knows by now about the Sorrengail twins and how they both bonded two dragons. “Who are you?” I ask instead, my brow furrowing. He steps closer, a small smile playing on his lips, like I should already know the answer. “Xaden Riorson.” He murmurs.
intertwining souls (we were never strangers) - part one & part two
2.7k & 4k words, respectively—complete for now
“I’m sorry.” I whisper, climbing to my feet. “I know this isn’t—that you don’t know me.” I choke out. “But I don’t know what happened and I can’t feel my dragon and I’m scared, Xade.” Slowly, he climbs to his feet and takes a step toward me, closing the gap again. A hand reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and a wet chuckle escapes me. I guess some things really don’t change. “Where—when are you from?” He finally asks, his eyes glued to my face.
You can find the Basgiath: Remi's Version playlist here 🥰
Series tags: Asks / Quotes / Polls
✧ FAQ
Will you be killing Liam? Will Xaden turn venin? Will Remi turn venin?
Wouldn't you like to know 😌
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hi friend!! I wanna be the first to send a director’s cut ask hehe. I’m so excited that you’re doing these, they’re so fun. I adore Ophelia and Dahlia and I’m very excited to see more of them ❤️🖤
I don’t have a specific chapter to pick out for Ophelia, since there’s a too many to choose from, but can you tell us a little bit about Garrick and Ophelia pre-Basgiath? what was their relationship like? was she part of the gang with G/X/Bo, or regarded as a tag-along who they “had to take trick or treating with them”? when did Garrick fall for her, or start to; before she “died”, or when they reunited at Basgiath? he was clearly affected by the sight of her with her natural hair, so I’m thinking before hehe
also, did Xaden ever give Garrick the “shovel talk” about this whole thing off-screen, or does he trust gare enough not to have to threaten him? how does G&O being a couple affect their friendship? is Xaden glad that it’s Garrick of all people who loves and protects his sister, or is that outweighed by him being (only a little) grossed out by this whole thing?
if you’ve answered these already I’m sorry, I think I may have missed a few parts and I need to do a whole re-read sometime in one sitting. and don’t feel pressured to answer all of these. I know it’s a lot of questions, and some of them you might want to keep secret for now.
okay that’s it for now hehe love ya!! here’s a bouquet of flowers for you and some strawberries from my garden too since I can’t deliver them to you in person 💐🍓🍓
💗 Liz @callsign-rogueone
I was having so much fun reading yours, and it made me want to do my own. And thank you for being the first one! Ophelia & Garrick Pre Basgiath. She is definitely part of the gang from day one. Her and Xaden have always gotten along and she was attached to his hip from the moment she could walk. So she just naturally became apart of their group. I've gone into this a lot with @fw-gt in terms of Garrick and Ophelia's relationship. But her and Garrick have always been close. Whenever Garrick's family was in Aretia/Riorson House, she would always be over at his place and his mum loved her. Garrick's mum would spoil the hell out of her. She'd constantly be getting O to stay for dinner, stay the night etc. In my head I've had these scenarios of these two attempting to cook in the kitchen and getting into mischief (throwing flour and things at each other etc), her sitting on the counter while he does something for his mum. Or them sitting in his room late at night talking and them both falling asleep, only to be found by his mum the next morning asleep in each others arms. Garrick's mum has always been their biggest supporter, secretly hoping when they got older they would get together (she of course sadly never sees this happen). But Garrick fell for her well before Basgiath. I'd probably say early teens he started realising his feelings were changing for her and developing into something more. Which then lead to some not so subtle comments from Xaden and Bodhi. There is something you'll find out in Part 40 to do with his feelings towards her Pre Basgiath as well. Xaden & Garrick's Relationship (in regards to Ophelia) They do have a talk off-screen. This gets referenced in Part 10 and 12 when Xaden talks to Ophelia and before Garrick and Ophelia get together in Part 13. I am actually tempted to do a Garrick POV Bonus Part of one of these moments..... But Xaden very much trusts Garrick with her. There would be some jokes about him threatening Garrick, but overall he knows Garrick would do anything for her. And he is very glad it's Garrick. He's been there since day one of them knowing each other, so he's watched their entire friendship form and develop into something more. So even though we get a few moments of him being grossed out (Part 20 - "what did I say about the silencing wards!"), he is very happy for the two of them. Though after they find out she is alive there are a few moments between Garrick and Xaden of "pull it together and go tell her how you feel" and Xaden being done with them avoiding each other. And don't be sorry, I love going into this kind of thing. So if there is anything else, please don't hesitate to ask! My brain is full of behind the scenes details.
#angsty asks#directors cut#behind the scenes#fourth wing fanfic#garrick tavis imagine#garrick tavis x oc#fourth wing imagine#garrick tavis x ophelia riorson
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I know nothing about fungus what in that photo is supposed to be the spore print??
look. fungus can be pretty bad in your house, both structurally and in terms of the inherent health effects of having a living organism have sex on your walls and then release the resulting millions of spores into a confined space. but like. if you have three admirably large shelf-like mushrooms sprouting from the base of the wall in your living room, and they create a spore print so large it billows out a good couple feet….. idk man that might just be theirs now
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THE VF PLANETARIUM
Kerberos II
What’s up tribe!
I’m hella grateful for another day even though we living in Pandemia. 29 days to go! 🥰 You know, I think it’s really hard to do music videos in the winter season if you don’t live someplace where there is no snow and blistering temperatures 🥶 . Especially for an artist like me. Most of my art is very summery, like you on di sands of Kumasi or sum 🏖 . I’m gonna have to shoot a bunch of videos in di warm seasons of 2021. I think I still want to shoot something for DOE, but honestly tribe.. we’ll see
Someone asked me di odda day what di difference between the leagues are. I’ll prob do a full breakdown soon. Lmk if you would want a full blog or maybe a video of that so you know what league ur in. We can start with Xaiyans:
A Xaiyan (Zi-on or Za-yin, however the heck you wanna say it lol) is a member of The Demigod League (DGL) in di AORO/RXOA (Academy of Raxade O’Raahikojo)—my phamily 🥰. I used to call them Khiychains, but I completely revamped my artistry. It wasn’t even really a change, it just evolved into something more specific and became more defined. Before, I was definitely in the artist development stage for some time. I was a nigga from Toronto who’s passion was singing and wanted to make being an artist a career. Now I am. It’s a completely different energy. (Low key me being proud of my journey 🤓)
Anyway ye, so Xaiyans derives from the ending of my name “Xade” and “Saiyan” and dey pretty much too sexy to function ova there. Sometimes dey do NOT behave at oooall lol! 🤦🏿♂️ I guess you can call it pretty privilege, or rather, Xaiyan privilege 🧝🏿🧝🏽♀️👑✨. Dey about dey 💼, gym rats, always maintaining and trying reach di next forme. A lot of divine masculine energy lol and dey into anime but more specific the DB series. Very intense people that got that natural god charisma, power and glo🖤🌅 (I mean if I’m any indication @scheheraxade) I like to believe your fanbase directly reflects who you are as a person and artist
Btw can someone help me find this artist!? 👩🏾����
Her drawings #DOE!!! 🤩🤯
Be Valor.
Feel free to follow me in all my majesty:
IG, Twitter, & SC 🙏🏿🏹
Literally spilled my cup of tea at di beginning of di entry 😒
#bevalor#raxadeoraahikojo#oraahikojo#blog#new entry#DOE#demigodofearth#Xaiyans#aoro#academy of RO’#DBZ#anime#DBS#saiyan#Valor forme planetarium#Kerberos#thevfplanetarium
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The Dragon Prince: Conquer Wyrms
“Lo, tis a gala night,
Within the lonesome latter years.”
Xadaine should not have been surprised to find the girl amongst the peacekeepers stationed in Katolis. For one thing, she had always preferred their more barbaric methods of combat to her father’s teachings. For another, they were some of the very few in the kingdom who were apathetic towards her half-elf status. Even over the raucous jeers and laughter, the sounds of blades ringing together filled the courtyard. Xadaine hadn’t made his way through the audience yet, but he would be willing to bet anything that he knew who the two combatants were. His pupil, no doubt, and the young peacekeeper captain who it always seemed was on leave in the city whenever Xadaine and his student came to visit.
He reached the edge of the sparring ring and was unsurprised by his finding.
Lunelle, daughter of the Archmage and his responsibility, was a blur of steel and leather. Her face was alight with a radiant smile, the kind she only wore when she was being challenged. To Xadaine’s alarm, he noticed the beads of sweat rolling down her brow, across the warrior marks that mirrored her mother’s. The other combatant, to no great surprise, was Captain Davlamin. His face was steely focus as he danced in time with the lethal ringing of their blades. Lunelle sprung inwards with a rising strike that should have caught Davlamin across his chest, but in that exact moment, he dipped and turned, bringing his leg in a low circle that caught Lunelle’s ankles and sent her sprawling onto her backside. She rolled with the impetus, springing to her feet and assuming a wider stance. Davlamin took advantage of gap and Drew his sword, thankfully only steel, back to starting position. Xadaine too took advantage of the pause, stepping between the duo to face Lunelle.
“Apologies, Captain, but it would seem Lady Lunelle has forgotten she has a prior arrangement with me.”
Lunelle’s face and pointed ears dropped.
“My lecture isn’t till noon Xade. I still have-“
She had much of her mother’s accent, as well as her eyes and hair.
“Noon is already an hour gone, Lady.”
The hiss of steel against leather from behind indicated that the captain at least knew better than to intrude. Xadaine did not have to turn to know that the younger man was bowing.
“Begging your pardon, my Lord. I was the one who challenged the Lady to a match. We must have lost track of time.”
Xadaine turned to examine the youth. He had been close with Lunelle since the two were young. It seemed that his father, Captain of the Crown Guard, had once been spared by an elven assassin in the days before the war had ended, and raised his son to regard all Elves well. He had hair like midnight, and dark brown eyes, which were locked on the sand at his feet. He had risen through the ranks quickly, and was virtually unmatched with the blade, so the rumors said. The sunforged blade on his back inclined Xadaine to believe those rumors.
“At ease Captain.” He waved the youth off and turned back to his student.
“You cannot continue avoiding me, my Lady. Your father ordered me to teach you all you can learn about magic, and I intend to do so. Your connection to the moon arcanum is tenuous at best, but there nonetheless.”
“Never mind magic training Xade, I have a whole platter of jelly tarts riding on the outcome of this match, and I won’t let you interrupt it.”
Xadaine’s soft green eyes widened. How he had missed her, seated on a section of fencing, arms resting on her spear, he did not know. Now it was his turn to bow.
“Princess Sarai.”
The young woman rolled her eyes.
“You’ve gotten way too formal since uncle Callum named you his apprentice. If you don’t stop with this ‘my Lady, Princess ‘ crap I’m gonna write auntie Claudia and tell her you’re making me cry.”
Xadaine stood straight, cocking an eyebrow at the young princess. For a moment he was genuinely worried. His mother could be terrifying when she wanted.
“But, your highne-“
She cocked an eyebrow dangerously, and Xadaine reconsidered his words.
“Sarai, the Archmage himself ordered me to train Lunelle. I can’t very well ignore a direct order from the Archmage.”
“And I’m the princess, and as the princess, I’m ordering you to let them finish their fight. I want my jelly tarts.”
Xadaine sighed. His hands were tied.
“Very well. They may finish their match, but then, directly to training.”
Lunelle’s face brightened.
“Hear that Dav, I get to finish kicking your butt!”
Xadaine stepped out of the ring as the captain once more drew his blade.
“You may try.” Davlamin said with a smirk.
Ezran watched the bout from his place by the window while the council droned on, arguing about the best course of action. For his part, he would not be moved from his position. He had sent letters to the other kingdoms that morning calling for an assembly of the Pentarchy. His skin still prickled at the memory.
He had stayed in constant contact with King Azymondias. In all the years since his birth, Zym had never sent so powerful, so frightened a message across their bond.
“The Shadow Rises. Darkness comes. The Scar of Creation is broken. Flee.”
Then, nothing.
This had been a week ago. Then came reports of a mass migration of dragons, as if they had all fled Xadia.
Callum spoke, augmenting his voice with magic, snapping Ezran to attention with its booming power as it flooded the room, silencing all others.
“If you’re all quite finished, I’d appreciate it if I could explain what we actually know.”
Ezran smirked at his brother. This was little more than a parlor trick to Callum, but the council knew so little about primal magic that it was sufficient to frighten them.
“Continue, Lord Archmage.”
Callum inclined his head slightly, as much of a bow as Ezran could expect from his brother.
“Your majesty. In my studies of ancient documents and histories , I found very little about The Scar of Creation. Until, that is, I combed Aaravos’s library. Even then, there was not much to find on the subject. The Elves called it Cha’sam al’Alloch, and wrote about it briefly in their ancient creation myths. It was said that when the gods created our world, they sealed the darkness in that place. The only other references were from the journals of and Elf named Oberon, who planned an expedition to Cha’sam, and vanished from history. There is a place in the breach that loosely fits descriptions of where Cha’sam may have been, but who can say how the lands have changed since the reports were written? All I can say for sure is that it sits directly in the middle of the Primal Nexuses. It’s our best bet.”
Ezran nodded.
“ I’ve sent word to the other kingdoms. Ambassador Rayla is gathering the Elven leaders. We meet within the week. General Amaya, ready the Peacekeepers. I want them prepared to march on the Breach as soon as possible. Something is coming.”
The last part he signed. Amaya clapped her fist to her chest in salute, then departed with the rest of council. Once he and Callum were alone, Ez let his shoulders sag, turning back to the window. The match was still going on below, with no sign of stopping.
“I don’t put much stock in foretelling, but some of those at the Tower seem to have a gift for it Ez. They all agree. There’s a shadow on the horizon.” Callum said falling into place beside him.
Ezran nodded bleakly. He too felt it. There was a darkness coming.
(AN: not exactly my best writing, but hopefully later chapters will be better.
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As much as Hyacinth loved to follow through on the Women Empowerment projects of the United Nations discussed during the General Assembly, there is no way in hell she would want to miss the Dolce & Gabbana Fashion Show for the Milan Fashion Week. Twice every year, she'd reserve frontrow seats and get an upclose look at the items that will eventually grace her wardrobe upgrades for the season. She decided it would be best for Jane, her new secretary, to stay in Manhattan just in case there would be papers that needed to be signed. It's an excuse since she reasoned the trip would be a family affair. She and Annicka would eventually meet Amberleighn, Noelle, and their mother in Milan. They landed at the airport a few hours just before the women's fashion show. Oh how she missed Milan's exquisite atmosphere. "Have you seen them yet?" Annicka was getting disappointed that Amberleighn wouldn't pick up her phone. Hyacinth was looking around instead, "Oh there they are! Andiamo!" They both made their way among the crowd to join Amberleighn, Noelle, Druella & Astoria at the entrance of a nearby café. "Scusi, per favore. Grazie," she was almost mumbling. The airport was jampacked with tourists, photographers, media personalities, designers, graphics artists, and eager fashion bloggers for the upcoming event. However, a man in gray suit blocked their way and extended his hand unexpectedly. He was beaming, it would be impolite not to return the gesture of shaking his hand. "Hyacinth," he breathed. "You're even more beautiful than I remember." "Ciao, nice to see you around. We haven't seen each other for a long time." It was a lie. Why is she lying? She didn't expect him to follow her in Milan. He felt why she needed to lie and he understood. The awkwardness was unbearable that they have an audience. "Do you remember my sister Annicka?" His eyes darted to Annicka, finally. Hyacinth doesn't quite like the uneasiness she felt whenever he stares at her. "Sí, I do," he smiled at Annicka. "If you don't mind, I'd like to have a word with your sister, per favore?" Annicka looked at Hyacinth as if to ask if she'd be fine if she leaves them alone. Hyacinth nodded. "Alright," she replied and went to the café. His attention went back to Hyacinth and he led her towards a corner where there were less people, away from her family's sight. "We haven't seen each other for a long time? Did you have to miss me that much?" he smirked and laughed lightly. "Suit yourself," she rolled her eyes. He loved that about her. "Would you mind to be my date at the after party tonight? I didn't forget you are obsessed with Dolce & Gabbana," he smiled crookedly. "Just like old times." "You don't have to use that card on me." "We both know I don't lay down a card if it wouldn't be in my advantage," he whispered and kissed her cheek with a lingering kiss. "Ci vediamo dopo, beautiful." And just like that he was gone again. He knew he can't stay much longer. He knew his limits. He knew he blew his chance once. He knew she's already married. But there had been speculations about her fragile marriage when she left New York all those years ago. And that gave him hope. This year, Dolce & Gabbana's theme embraced Tropico Italiano showcasing its signature floral prints, pasta & pizza, religious symbols, classy little black dresses and crowns which are remarkably Italian. Coconut trees lined up the runway with LED lights also present in some of the models' shoes. She especially liked the 'I love Pizza' bag. And the piano skirt absolutely captured her heart. The festivity continued during the after party when the street was closed off for the banquet. The newly opened Monte Napoleone boutique was divinely prestigious with its gold accents truly fit for royalty. Indeed, Italians do it better. Hyacinth has always been proud of her Italian descent. When the Descartes-Houghton girl squad arrived at the gathering, Hyacinth was trailing behind them. They were all used to the cameras but Annicka so Amberleighn came in first. Her supermodel status always attracted attention. Dark-haired Noelle and Annicka spiced up the family's ethereal fashion-forward style. Nobody will ever know that Druella is their mother. They all looked like sisters, even with Astoria Houghton and her German lineage. "Ciao," Anthony whispered while joining her in front of the cameras. "Where is your escort?" Hyacinth smiled at him, "Nessuno." He replied in haste, faking a frown, "Ouch, qui sono." Then he took her hand, ushering her towards their seat, "Si guarda molto meraviglioso. Mi manchi." She looked at him and hoped she heard it all wrong. "Il gatto ti ha mangiato la lingua?" he asked, provoking her. She never imagined what it would be like to hear those words from him again. Does he possibly think those were the magic words? He felt her apprehension and he regretted what he said but what could he do when it was what he wanted to say to her simply because it was inevitable? Her silence spoke volumes and he understood it. He reminded himself to just enjoy the night and stop playing with their frienship that caught fire. Despite the darkest dawn, it was a night to remember. And it almost felt like it never ends when she joined her friends in the dancefloor. It was surreal that almost all of them married within their circle. Pietro married Alexandria and they got two kids, a girl and a boy. Marcello married Hannah and they were blessed with three beautiful ladies. Eduardo married Chiara and decided not to have kids. The others are happily and independently single. "Man, we never knew who broke the engagement. It all happened so fast. And then Hyacinth here got married three months later. Ti immagini?" a slightly tipsy Pietro spoke with his think Italian accent. He has always been tactless. Alexandria shook her head to say we shouldn't mind him. She was trying to soothe him by giving him a glass of water. Anthony looked at Hyacinth with tenderness, but it was meant to answer Pietro, "Ci siamo lasciati e morto un Papa se ne fa un altro. É così." "Ma dove é lui?" Clellin chimed in. "He never accompanied you during Milan Fashion Week." And all she could respond was the truth, "He's busy." She thought she heard him mumble, "Che peccato!" But Anthony was lost in thought, suddenly not paying attention at their group conversation. Among her peers, she trusted Hannah would always turn the atmosphere into something lighter, "Why don't we all hang out. It's been such a long time!" She also hated it when Anthony starts speaking in Italian. The accent confuses her. "My place. I have a villa in Tuscany," Anthony suggested, then sipped his champagne. You received an iMessage from Leah Hale. Leah: Ms. Chairperson, have you forgotten about the internship interviews? They are now late for their analysis of the first presidential debate, their supposedly first project especially those who will be assigned in the Political Science Department. Hyacinth: Can't come back until tomorrow. Leah: Where in the world are you? Can't contact you! Hyacinth: Tuscany. There's a storm. Leah: Why? The Editorial Board has released our support for Hillary Clinton, as per your request. The New York Times need more correspondents for the upcoming debates. And interns for the law firm's Journalism Department. How do you expext me to handle all these? You promised to do the interviews with the Human Resources Department! Hyacinth: I'm so sorry. Jane will come to your rescue. Leah: Jane? Hyacinth: Jane Sheppard, another secretary of mine. Leah: I feel so betrayed. Hyacinth: Never knew how to disagree with the husband. Leah laughed at "Never knew how to disagree with the husband." Leah: Okay, orient her please before sending her in our precious minefield! Hyacinth: The little girl's even willing to follow me in Syria! Be ashamed of yourself! Leah: Not risking my life for you! I don't love you that much! Leah: Little girl? How young is your new minion? Hyacinth: Not more than 25, for sure. Hyacinth: I don't even know! I have to ask her! Leah: You are such an awesome boss! You loved "You are such an awesome boss!" Leah: Why are you in Tuscany? Leah: What are you doing in Tuscany when you're not even divorced? Hyacinth: So funny! Leah: How are you in Tuscany alone? Hyacinth: Not alone. Leah questioned "Not alone." Leah: Thanks for all the juicy details! Hyacinth laughed at "Thanks for all the juicy details!" Leah: Spill the beans! You sent an image. Leah: OMG! Leah: He's still hot! Leah: Too bad you didn't marry the guy! Leah: Why are you with him? Leah: You almost married the guy, Cinth! Leah: Almost. Hyacinth: And I didn't. There is such a thing as platonic relationship, right? Leah: Who owns the place? Looks really good! Hyacinth: We are with some friends. Leah: I ALMOST thought you sounded defensive. Hyacinth: He bought the villa years ago. Leah: Friends who expected you guys end up together. Married friends with their partners and you are with him. Nice pairing! Leah: He bought a villa after you left him? Hyacinth: You're delusional. Leah loved "You're delusional." Leah: How is that a group picture and he's accidentally staring at you? You received an iMessage from Astoria Houghton. Astoria: The Ritz Paris is amazeballs! Just in case you changed your mind. xx Astoria sent an image. Hyacinth: Don't tempt me, temptress. Astoria loved "Don't tempt me, temptress." You received an iMessage from Noelle Xade Descartes. Noelle: You're such a party pooper! It's Paris Fashion Week! Mom always tells us that family always comes first and yet there you are with your friends. Hyacinth: We can all wait for another century and I will come to Paris without force. Noelle: You're missing out on all the fun! You sent an image. Noelle: And the country goddess award goes to you! You received an iMessage from Druella Rose Descartes. Druella: Bonjour from Paris! Il est toujours trop beau pour être vrai! Your Father would love it even more. Hyacinth Athena, family above all. Call me if you're ready to talk about it. Druella sent an image. Druella: Wish you were here! You received an iMessage from Annicka Paulette Descartes. Annicka: How did you let them drag me to Paris Fashion Week? Hyacinth: You said you didn't like hearing Italian all the time! Annicka: How is French any better? Hyacinth laughed at "How is French any better?" You received an iMessage from Leah Hale. Leah: How many tomorrows do I have to count until you're back? Don't you check your e-mails? The United Nations called twice today. Hyacinth: I'm so sorry. Let me personally handle that one. Leah: You always check your e-mails not unless you're in Syria again? But if they knew you're on a mission, why would they call here? Hyacinth: I'm not in Syria. Leah: It can't be always stormy in sunny Tuscany! Hyacinth: We're in Capri now. Marcello wanted us to meet his children. You sent an image. Leah: Wow. They all got their mother's looks! Australian beauties! Leah: Where are the other two? Those without kids. Hyacinth: Back in Venice. Leah: Did you ride the gondola with him in Venice? Hyacinth: Andréas and I did last year. Leah loved "Andréas and I did last year." Leah: Not talking about your husband, Cinth! Hyacinth: It's a no. Leah: Did you ride the gondola with him in Venice and kiss him under the Bridge of Sighs at sunset when you two were still dating? Back in the days? Hyacinth: Don't you have more important things to do, Atty. Hale? Leah: You did! You received an iMessage from Amberleighn Vernice Descartes. Amber: Get your sexy ass here! When will you ever stop letting the past haunt you, sister? Amber sent an image. Amber: Jacket envy! Amber sent an image. Amber: Wish we stayed in Paris. New Yorkers are so lame. I don't understand why Mom likes New York. Everything is better in Paris. Hyacinth: Because you work in New York. Amber: I can change that. Hyacinth: No, you stay with Mom! Amber: Why wouldn't Annicka stay with her? Hyacinth: She doesn't like New York. Amber: Do you think I like it? You laughed at "Do you think I like it?" Amber: Hey, are you back in Manhattan? Hyacinth: Not until tomorrow. Amber: Where are you? Hyacinth: Greece. You sent an image. Amber: You don't cliffdive! Hyacinth: I just did. "What did it feel like?" Leah's inquisitive side always gets the job done. Hyacinth was back in New York City to meet the new interns of the law firm. She had to set their expectations. It's a shame Jane had to do the interviews. This year is particularly important since the presidential elections only happen once every four years. They were sitting beside each other in Leah's office. It used to be Hyacinth's office too. The room was sound proof due to the confidentiality of their conversations. "Like I can conquer all my fears, even the fear of losing him one day." Leah laughed. "No, not cliffdiving. What does it felt like holding his hand while doing it?" "Normal. We're friends." "Are you having an affair with him?" "No!" Hyacinth glared at Leah. She couldn't understand how her mind works sometimes. "Are you planning to have an affair with him?" "No." "But do you want to have an affair with him?" she whispered, enunciating each word, then nudged her. Hyacinth studied her for a moment, "What's your point?" "Just in case you want to... how to get away with an affair, my friend," Leah winked at her.
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I haven't seen a single episode of mml (im sorry my fellow dwampyverse fans i have failed you). Does this dude just dies sometimes kenny style or wtf this is so strange to me
Las muertes de Cavendish.
#milo murphy's law#op que es esto#anyway sorry I have not seen mml but I guess me seeing these gifs is 10x funniero because of that#LIKE HE JUST. DIES?????#pnftag#<-not really but shh#?tag#xade says something
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I can't shake the thought... What has Aziraphale DONE for Crowley?
I am not saying he doesn't love him. Of course he does. He couldn't be more smited smote smitten if he tried. But, all the nice gestures (cleaning the stain, miracling Hamlet to be popular, saving books) are all Crowley. All the saving and protecting? Also Crowley.
Sure, Aziraphale goes into Hell for him, but just as Crowley goes to Heaven. And yet Crowley went to Heaven to help him TWICE. The holy water? Crowley was the one that asked for it, and it still took Azoraphale years.
Of course he cares about Crowley (it's why he doesn't want to give him the water in the first place). He cares and loves him so much, and it could be said that they hace different love languages, but it still feels like he should be doing more, that he should be kinder and more attentive with his demon.
Am I missing anything?
I just really hope that s3 gives us something about that. Some sort of confirmation that Aziraphale went back to Heaven now in an attempt to not only fix Heaven but to make everything safer and better and worth it for Crowley. Not only for himself, or for Heaven, but for CROWLEY.
#and if you're going to come at me saying that they dont love each other or that they are toxic or some shit#i am not the person for you#they care and love#but aziraphale isnt showing and reassuring crowley as I feel he could and should#good omens#good omens 2#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#omenstag#xade says something#and if someone reads this (yeah the very bottom tag nice job)#please let me know if im not seeing something#or if you think im exaggerating it
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Hellooooo
For any Blue Sky fans out there, I just posted my first fanfic! (Fanfic of a fanfic? Lmao)
Short, sweet, little slice of life thing with a snowball fight!
Blue Sky by waffles ( @/wafflebloggies I think??)
#portal 2 blue sky#portal blue sky#portal 2#portal 2 fanfic#xade says something#xade writes something#chelley#human wheatley
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