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nosnexus · 6 months
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Naddpod continues to kill me emotionally.
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whamber · 6 months
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I miss these funky little lesbians everyday...
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stone-stars · 1 month
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Fia: Okay, I will help in whatever way I can. ["Irina" begins playing.] I can picture her very vividly still. I don't know whether it is true, or if I have made up a version of her, but she's still so strong in my mind. Sienna: Do you sense her arrival? Murph: Uh, and-- and looks at you, Fia. Fia: Do I? Murph: Um, and just then… you guys see a figure. Deep in the distance, in the maze of trees. ["Irina" begins playing. Fia gasps softly.] She's radiating with magical energy, surrounded by these swirling green sprites. Fia: It just kind of flowed from her very effortlessly. In fact, when I knew her, I… ah, I did not have a spell to my name really. I-- I-- I was not magical at all. The most magical thing about me was her probably. Murph: Yeah, Fia, you have this strong, strong memory of this magical girl that you grew up with in this very un-magical place. Just this burst of color in this grey world. Murph: She wears a multicolored cloak that she's clearly made herself. Murph: She has the looks of like, a bandit. Like, kind of like [Emily: Yeah.] patchwork clothes and things like that. [Emily: Yeah.] Of-- of like somebody who's like stolen armor. Fia: Okay. Henry: So it's gonna be like that. Fia: This is gonna be a problem because I actually really like you, because you seem sweet, because you made your own clothing, so… Emily: I am going to just…. ooh, I really don't wanna hurt her. Murph: And, um, she's kind of looking around. It looks like she probably just plane shifted here, and is a little bit like-- she's like staring around in wonder. Because, you know, even as somebody who's inherently magical she probably hasn't been to groves before. Um, or if she has, they're still beautiful every time you go to one. So, she looks around. Emily: Okay. I think I-- I take a moment to enjoy the pleasure of seeing her before she sees me. Fia: She is like a pressed flower in my mind. Murph: Yeah! You see uh, she smiles. She's got these, uh, little tusks that pop out, just like you Fia. Emily: Does she still wear her hair long? Fia: She loved honey cakes, but she would never finish one. She always gave the rest to the birds. Um, she had long silver hair that sometimes I would braid, but she didn't know how to braid her own hair. How funny is that! Sometimes I wonder, did you want me to braid your hair and that's why you never learned? Murph: She still wears her hair very long. She's got, uh, her silver hair goes all the way down her back. Fia: Okay-- ooh! Thank you. Silver is my favorite color. Yes, let's do this! Emily: I think then I can't help myself. I say, like-- Fia: I'm glad you kept it long. Murph: Um, you-- you-- you say-- Fia: It's such a beautiful color. There should be as much of it as possible.
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emiko-matsui · 3 months
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art credit by @eternalbattoru @ambassadorquark @cynric @eliotlime @akannuoli @naddpodrawings @gleniferskydays
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lilyproxin · 1 month
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this wip is taking me so long to do im starting to hate it so TIME TO STEP AWAY!! heres another fia and irina update <33
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robinchirpsart · 10 months
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that scene from Eldermourne episode 40: The girl with the silver hair
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fiarina as the belle dame sans merci cause i’m obsessed with them
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this is such a weird thought but y'know that scene in eldermourne when Zirk says "there really is no one for them but eachother" talking about Fia and Irina. that's Samantha and Ron.
this is also how I feel about the teens. there is no one for them but eachother.
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heytherecentaurs · 6 months
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Her Love (Fia & Irina)
At the end of my incessant night she was the dawn, suffusing a sufferer in her lustrous golden mercy; her face aglow in the aureole of my devotion, her eyes illumined mirrors reflected my affection. In the stark interposed lonesome dark, memory of her flickered, a refuge candle burning, and I endured by the warmth of yesteryears’ embers in exile from her ever-light and the glory of her love.
I grew from barren soil in the Reaper’s graceless kingdom, a hopeless waifish wight in his army of the Not-Yet-Dead, a living death, unloving and cruel, for a soul of earnest yearning; I found hopeful sanctuary in her with childish optimism, though misery’s emissary wrenched her from my grasp and condemned my flesh for the virtue of my soul divine. (A soul forever locked to hers like binary stars.) I endured three thousand nights sans the aurora of her love.
At the conclusion of my untamed juvenescence I strode into the unfurled dark well-equipped with the breadth of my tutelage, a blade and a bared heart, searching for starlight in the overcast climate of our age. My companions in stride, I raced into the unknown, delved into the mysteries of god-abandoned Eldermourne, through undead peril persevered and the ethereal veil slipped, to a desolate realm where once more I dreamed of her love.
In the garden of our ecstatic reunion slithered a serpent bearing a crown of untempered knowledge, its divinity a powerful narcotic adulterating her mind, giving impulse and fury dominion over her better nature. Forced to dim the long-sought light of my Dream, as the fires of coronal Cerenysus possessed sweet Irina her supernova snuffed another treasured flame, and in its extinguishment, I wept, despairing her love.
Miracles glorious and divine: resurrection and forgiveness, second chances and fulfilling the promises of our past, we sailed a current of triumphant daybreak towards the undiscovered horizon of buoyant possibility. We learned of each other anew with intimate fervour, supplanting my ache for her with a quenchable thirst; we found home in one another, built it in the peaceful valley and grew a Grove for two, nourished by our love.
—heytherecentaurs
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talesandfluff · 10 months
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wait Irina plain out has a last name lol Petty Jack says she's called Irina Avenov, why is the wiki not including that
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bevthefifth · 2 years
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also did my brain fully invent irina’s surname being “avenov”? bc i was like holistically convinced of that fact but i cant find anything anywhere else referencing it
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emiko-matsui · 3 months
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God, you were my fucking dream for so fucking long, but these people are my reality and it is by your actions that one of them has died and you tried to kill more of them. And I will miss you so much, but I cannot support this. Mr. Henry, kill her.
- Eldermourne, Ep. 41 "Cerenysus"
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emiko-matsui · 6 months
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ALLETE??????
BRIAN MURPHY YOURE TELLING ME ITS ALLETE????
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emiko-matsui · 3 months
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hold on im having a thought. it's not fully formed yet but it has something to do with the lyric give me back my girlhood, it was mine first and how fia keeps referring to irina as her girlhood friend and how she isn't willing to let irina go after she comes to terms with the fact that she's cerenysus and belongs to the people
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