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calliope petrichor i would treat you so much better than your ex bf please give me a chance please

#kasey rambles #half joking #emily axford really is the greatest dnd player of all time im obsessed with her #and callie in particular… my beloved my baby girl

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tumblr exclusive comic <3

(don't worry it works out . sasha immediately goes over there and is like "marcy anne just told me she's kissed you, how come we haven't kissed" and marcy just goes "oh hi!! you never asked :) are you asking")

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forgot to post this yesterday but uhhhhhh tldr naddpod has consumed my life and i am channeling that into a marcanne eldermourne au which will mean absolutely nothing to everyone save maybe three people but hopefully i can translate the au well enough that yall enjoy it anyways

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“You don't have to do this," Marcy bites, her voice coming out weak and betraying her own fear. "I am your daughter."

"And my own daughter should have known better," her father says in return, with a practiced sigh. "If you tell us where your friend went, perhaps we can reconsider."

Marcy only grits her teeth– her father, surely, can read her own conviction in her eyes.

Truthfully, she was not supposed to be the one on the altar today. When her father learned that Marcy had been learning magic from Anne – Anne, the kind and gentle girl with the silver streaks in her fluffy brown hair, who had been just as much of an outcast as Marcy herself was in this village, who did not have to study in books to light fires and animate objects and could just do it naturally – he had offered Marcy alternative paths but said that Anne had to die, had to be executed, for her bad influence.

How could something so pure as Anne's magic be bad? Marcy, at the age of thirteen, does not understand.

But she had made her choice. She had made the choice in the form of stealing the generous wedding dowry her father had prepped for her, shoving the bags of coin that had been saved for her eventual nuptials into Anne's arms, and she had told Anne to flee, to escape. Marcy had assured her that she could talk her father down.

Marcy was wrong. And now Marcy is going to die and she is going to die knowing that the last time she ever saw her beloved best friend was in the form of fearful eyes tearfully leaving her behind.

[kaseyskat]

forgot to post this yesterday but uhhhhhh tldr naddpod has consumed my life and i am channeling that into a marcanne eldermourne au which will mean absolutely nothing to everyone save maybe three people but hopefully i can translate the au well enough that yall enjoy it anyways

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“You don't have to do this," Marcy bites, her voice coming out weak and betraying her own fear. "I am your daughter."

"And my own daughter should have known better," her father says in return, with a practiced sigh. "If you tell us where your friend went, perhaps we can reconsider."

Marcy only grits her teeth– her father, surely, can read her own conviction in her eyes.

Truthfully, she was not supposed to be the one on the altar today. When her father learned that Marcy had been learning magic from Anne – Anne, the kind and gentle girl with the silver streaks in her fluffy brown hair, who had been just as much of an outcast as Marcy herself was in this village, who did not have to study in books to light fires and animate objects and could just do it naturally – he had offered Marcy alternative paths but said that Anne had to die, had to be executed, for her bad influence.

How could something so pure as Anne's magic be bad? Marcy, at the age of thirteen, does not understand.

But she had made her choice. She had made the choice in the form of stealing the generous wedding dowry her father had prepped for her, shoving the bags of coin that had been saved for her eventual nuptials into Anne's arms, and she had told Anne to flee, to escape. Marcy had assured her that she could talk her father down.

Marcy was wrong. And now Marcy is going to die and she is going to die knowing that the last time she ever saw her beloved best friend was in the form of fearful eyes tearfully leaving her behind.

#kasey writes stuff #marcanne #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #though she’s only mentioned here #man it’s been a minute since i’ve used amphibia tags #writing is slow rn cause i’m still chugging along listening to naddpod c3 but #soon i’ll be caught up and then. and then.

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#keyboard because i have big thumbs that make typing on my phone Hard

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have you ever had someone tell you that your eyes look a color that they aren't? example: i have grey eyes but sometimes people will tell me that my eyes look green or blue

#i’ve gotten so many lmao #one of my childhood friends used to tell me i was scary because she thought my eyes were red #and i’ve gotten gold and orange comments over the years #such is the curse of having hazel eyes #tbf my eyes are more green than hazel nowadays but they can shift depending on lighting and my outfits

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making my own picky eater poll

#raisins #and also ketchup unless it’s on a cheeseburger

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i know naddpod c2 eldermourne isn't nearly as popular as other dnd shows but i am pspspsping my followers with this silly little vignette... the sapphics got me bad im brainrotting so hard its so over for me hahaha anyways please enjoy some soft post canon fiarina

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"Psst– hey, Fi, wake up." 

Fia rolls over, groaning as she is stirred back into the world of consciousness. 

She definitely does not feel rested; she can imagine it's only been a few hours since she was nudged into sleeping by a well-meaning Henry. Mister Henry had really taken to his newfound captain position, and though Fia had rolled her eyes at him when he told her that she needed to put her book down and actually sleep, she makes a mental note to thank him later as she rubs her eyes blearily. 

In the dim haze of her darkvision, she sees a pair of bright eyes staring down into her, framed by silver hair that nearly glows in the darkness. Even now, after all of this time, it takes her breath away. Fia cannot be upset that she's been prematurely awoken when this is the sight that greets her. 

"Is it morning already?" Fia rubs at her eyes, carefully sitting up with a sleepy groan. 

"No, no, not yet, but you have to see this." Irina does not seem at all remorseful for waking Fia, and she takes Fia's hand sooner than Fia can process the words, tugging her upwards. 

Now that she's more alert, Fia can vaguely make out the sounds of Mister Henry snoring away across the room, and she thinks she can see an outline of someone that might be Mister Zirk, if only because of the shape of the blanket pile in the corner. Almost spitefully, she is glad that she was not the only one that Mister Henry had to corral into sleeping tonight. 

Meanwhile, Irina hasn't even changed into sleeping clothes– she is still wearing her patchwork cloak draped around her, still wearing a set of Zirk's trousers and one of Fia's shirts because they haven't had the time or means to get her any of her own yet. They've only been on this trip for a few days, and Henry estimated it would be a few more before they reach the next town on the river for supplies– though, shamefully, Fia is glad that the trip would take this long, if it means Irina gets to wear her clothes for a little while longer. 

So lost in her own thoughts, she barely protests when Irina guides her to her feet, and then all but drags her out of the sleeping quarters, up the stairs and onto the main deck of the ship. They had docked for the night so that they wouldn't have to sleep in shifts, which means its far easier for Fia to stay steady on her feet as she is led over to the starboard deck. 

Finally, Irina sits down, and she pats the space next to her. Fia drops without a second thought. 

"Now are you going to tell me what you brought me here for?" she asks amusedly, even as she glances down at the place where her hand is still intertwined with Irina's. 

Irina waits a moment, fidgeting in place with what can only be excitement, and then she points up to the skies. "Look!" 

Fia glances up. 

Stars streak across the night sky. The legends say that these shooting stars are blessings of the Trickster waving down upon the mortal realm; sometimes, Batilda would bring Fia out to watch meteor showers, telling her about how they were a sign of good luck, that the humans of old times would make wishes upon the stars as they fell in hopes that the Trickster would answer their prayers and grant them their heart's desire. 

Fia does not really believe in that story anymore, especially when she knows that the Trickster no longer walks the mortal plane and would not return. Still, she can understand Irina's delight.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Irina says in wonder, and when Fia glances at her, she is staring at the sky with the stars alit in her eyes, an awestruck smile on her face. "I have never gotten to see the shooting stars in person before, this is amazing." 

"Beautiful, yeah," Fia agrees, but she is still staring at Irina. 

Irina unclasps her cloak, fidgeting with it as she turns it sideways so that she can drape it over Fia's own shoulders. "Here, we can share," she says, and she finally looks away from the stars, catching Fia's gaze. Her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of pink, and she manages a small, sheepish smile. "It is very cold tonight." 

"You know I am not bothered by the cold as easily as you," Fia tells her, but she uses the cloak as an excuse to lean in closer, tentatively curling an arm around Irina's shoulders so that they both fit under the fabric. "You know, in the old legends, people could wish on the stars when they fell across the sky." 

"Yes, I've heard that legend as well!" Irina laughs, and she drops her head onto Fia's shoulder, curling into her side. "What are you wishing for, Fi?" 

"I don't know what I would wish for," Fia admits, and she glances up at the stars as they fall across the night sky. "I already have everything I want right here." 

Irina makes a weird noise against Fia's shoulder, but she doesn't say anything else– just clings tightly to Fia's hand, draped across her side, nestled in her cloak as the meteor shower continues. 

When morning comes, Henry finds them both fast asleep on the starboard deck, cuddled together and peaceful. 

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i know naddpod c2 eldermourne isn't nearly as popular as other dnd shows but i am pspspsping my followers with this silly little vignette... the sapphics got me bad im brainrotting so hard its so over for me hahaha anyways please enjoy some soft post canon fiarina

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"Psst– hey, Fi, wake up." 

Fia rolls over, groaning as she is stirred back into the world of consciousness. 

She definitely does not feel rested; she can imagine it's only been a few hours since she was nudged into sleeping by a well-meaning Henry. Mister Henry had really taken to his newfound captain position, and though Fia had rolled her eyes at him when he told her that she needed to put her book down and actually sleep, she makes a mental note to thank him later as she rubs her eyes blearily. 

In the dim haze of her darkvision, she sees a pair of bright eyes staring down into her, framed by silver hair that nearly glows in the darkness. Even now, after all of this time, it takes her breath away. Fia cannot be upset that she's been prematurely awoken when this is the sight that greets her. 

"Is it morning already?" Fia rubs at her eyes, carefully sitting up with a sleepy groan. 

"No, no, not yet, but you have to see this." Irina does not seem at all remorseful for waking Fia, and she takes Fia's hand sooner than Fia can process the words, tugging her upwards. 

Now that she's more alert, Fia can vaguely make out the sounds of Mister Henry snoring away across the room, and she thinks she can see an outline of someone that might be Mister Zirk, if only because of the shape of the blanket pile in the corner. Almost spitefully, she is glad that she was not the only one that Mister Henry had to corral into sleeping tonight. 

Meanwhile, Irina hasn't even changed into sleeping clothes– she is still wearing her patchwork cloak draped around her, still wearing a set of Zirk's trousers and one of Fia's shirts because they haven't had the time or means to get her any of her own yet. They've only been on this trip for a few days, and Henry estimated it would be a few more before they reach the next town on the river for supplies– though, shamefully, Fia is glad that the trip would take this long, if it means Irina gets to wear her clothes for a little while longer. 

So lost in her own thoughts, she barely protests when Irina guides her to her feet, and then all but drags her out of the sleeping quarters, up the stairs and onto the main deck of the ship. They had docked for the night so that they wouldn't have to sleep in shifts, which means its far easier for Fia to stay steady on her feet as she is led over to the starboard deck. 

Finally, Irina sits down, and she pats the space next to her. Fia drops without a second thought. 

"Now are you going to tell me what you brought me here for?" she asks amusedly, even as she glances down at the place where her hand is still intertwined with Irina's. 

Irina waits a moment, fidgeting in place with what can only be excitement, and then she points up to the skies. "Look!" 

Fia glances up. 

Stars streak across the night sky. The legends say that these shooting stars are blessings of the Trickster waving down upon the mortal realm; sometimes, Batilda would bring Fia out to watch meteor showers, telling her about how they were a sign of good luck, that the humans of old times would make wishes upon the stars as they fell in hopes that the Trickster would answer their prayers and grant them their heart's desire. 

Fia does not really believe in that story anymore, especially when she knows that the Trickster no longer walks the mortal plane and would not return. Still, she can understand Irina's delight.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Irina says in wonder, and when Fia glances at her, she is staring at the sky with the stars alit in her eyes, an awestruck smile on her face. "I have never gotten to see the shooting stars in person before, this is amazing." 

"Beautiful, yeah," Fia agrees, but she is still staring at Irina. 

Irina unclasps her cloak, fidgeting with it as she turns it sideways so that she can drape it over Fia's own shoulders. "Here, we can share," she says, and she finally looks away from the stars, catching Fia's gaze. Her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of pink, and she manages a small, sheepish smile. "It is very cold tonight." 

"You know I am not bothered by the cold as easily as you," Fia tells her, but she uses the cloak as an excuse to lean in closer, tentatively curling an arm around Irina's shoulders so that they both fit under the fabric. "You know, in the old legends, people could wish on the stars when they fell across the sky." 

"Yes, I've heard that legend as well!" Irina laughs, and she drops her head onto Fia's shoulder, curling into her side. "What are you wishing for, Fi?" 

"I don't know what I would wish for," Fia admits, and she glances up at the stars as they fall across the night sky. "I already have everything I want right here." 

Irina makes a weird noise against Fia's shoulder, but she doesn't say anything else– just clings tightly to Fia's hand, draped across her side, nestled in her cloak as the meteor shower continues. 

When morning comes, Henry finds them both fast asleep on the starboard deck, cuddled together and peaceful. 

#kasey writes stuff #naddpod c2 #naddpod eldermourne #fia boginya #fiarina #the way i don't know irina's tumblr tag #naddpod irina #this is probably not gonna be the only fiarina fic i write btw #the hyperfixation is hyperfixating

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Nearly a full year later, I was in another car accident and this time is so much worse than the last time for various reasons- the biggest being that I don't have the money to pay the towing fee and I definitely do not have the money to fix my car. I hate asking, but I need all the help I can get right now- especially since my family most definitely will not help me and I don't have anything else I can do. Every little bit helps <3

#boosting this because i have to delay getting my car out of the lot for another four days #and that’s Pricey

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will you guys forgive me if i morph into a naddpod blog

#kasey rambles #i’m on c3 and i’m just so in awe #c2 especially really got me. fiarina save me… save me fiarina…

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Nearly a full year later, I was in another car accident and this time is so much worse than the last time for various reasons- the biggest being that I don't have the money to pay the towing fee and I definitely do not have the money to fix my car. I hate asking, but I need all the help I can get right now- especially since my family most definitely will not help me and I don't have anything else I can do. Every little bit helps <3

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weekend plans

#glark core

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Irina and flowers🌾🌼🌸 I've been wanting to draw Fia and Irina in traditional slavic clothing for so long but this ended up being super vague and I'm not sure if it even conveys at all. If any people from slavic countries have note, go for it

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I forgot to post this here? I'm gonna make a post of all my Fiarinas when I'm done colouring them but I have to order new markers before that

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Aboard our boat, we’ll make a brand new home

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Third mates third mates