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crowned-clown-rising · 5 months
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Eldarya players I need your help because I'm going a little crazy.
Do you remember a scene in ANE, probably right after Genkaku, maybe before leaving, where mc walks in the library and Nevra is there working and they have a chat and flirt a little and he makes her blush and stuff before leaving?
That's the question, do you remember that?
Because I rewrote it for my fic a while ago but now I was trying to find the scene in any gameplay online BUT I CAN'T FIND IT.
So either I had an extra convo with him by chance or I made up an entire scene and replayed it in my head so much that I made myself believe it had actually happened.
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rayshippouuchiha · 1 month
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i'm thinking of your Minor Fall The Major Lift AU and i got so sad because izuku probably wouldn't have context of why he suddenly has a quirk other than he died and that bakugou was right about him dying and praying for a quirk in his next life :'(
Exactly. And that's what makes it so much more deliciously angsty.
Because he doesn't know and won't for a good long while yet.
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inexplicifics · 11 months
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Hi Inex!
I've just finished reading your Composing Hallelujah series for the umpteenth time, and I know that Gweld is pre-canonically dead but I can't handle that because I so love him and Serrit in the AWAU, so I just want you to know that, in my mind, Gweld was only mostly dead when everyone else fled the tournament, and Serrit somehow found him and nursed him back to health (ala Jaskier pulling poor Aiden from the river after Jad's ambush), and they've been living happily in a cave somewhere this whole time!
I just want to add that I love all of your fic, thank you so much for being so kind as to share it with all of us! ❤️
Delightful.
Serrit can steal herself a Wolf if she wants to.
Or - oh. Oh, I could make it angsty. Hmmmmm.
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Geralt:
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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 4 months
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Summary: And then he's gone.
Author: huntainers
Note from submitter: This is thee Redtail fic. In my heart this is canon over the official novella
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cornerful · 3 months
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'Yes, and your road lies with him, I think, Merry. But do not look for mirth at the ending. It will be long, I fear, ere Théoden sits at ease again in Meduseld. Many hopes will wither in this bitter Spring.'
Aragorn has been saying many cheerful things like that
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hzdtrees · 2 years
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Loy dump
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crowned-clown-rising · 8 months
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Chapter 5 is finally out. In case anyone is still interested after I took half a life or want to read foor the first time my attemp to write an Eldarya ANE that doesn't make me mad <3
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4mulaone · 2 years
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kevin magnussen gets the full scuderia weekend experience
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rayshippouuchiha · 2 years
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TMFTML!Nighteye: You stole All Might's Quirk!
Izuku: Uh...
OFA Holders:
Izuku:
OFA Holders: I say we kill him.
Izuku: NO!!
Banjo: *forcefully grabbing ahold of Black Whip* Too late! The Council has decided!
Izuku: *wrestling control back*
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inexplicifics · 1 year
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So I’ve been rereading the Composing Hallelujah series, most recently the really cute scene in the guxart short fic where lambert gets guxart to spill a bunch of embarrassing-cute baby!aiden stories in revenge for Aiden doing the same with Vesemir last winter. Coën was there too both times, gleefully participating in the banter, and I just. There’s no one left to tell trainee-stories about Coën, which on the one hand, it means he’s safe from that sort of payback, but on the other hand, there’s no one left alive who knew Coën as a kid 😭😭😭
Oooh ouch. Break my heart, why don't you?
I gotta find Coen another Griffin. Maybe someone can rescue Jerome, or Ealdred could still be around somewhere...
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ivan-fyodorovich-k · 1 year
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Is it the firth of forth or the forth of firth?
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lostsouldier · 1 year
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@bokketo : “ you’re mine. you hear me? ” // minor fall stevie
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' I hear you, but I'm more of a demonstration kind of guy. ' Head rolls lazily to the side, an air of cockiness to him that subtracts decades, takes him to an old Brooklyn apartment, a younger face but one hiding secrets that were now out in the open. Well, as open as they could be. He sinks more heavily into his hands, shoulders hunched to the ears. ' So tell me, Steve. How do you treat things that are yours ? '
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a-life-revised · 2 years
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{TARN} "Commander? Sorry. Commander? Sorry. Commander? So--"
Quirked optic ridge. Megatron's gaze trails down and back up, a little concerned, and a lot confused.
"We've been over this, Tarn. I am a Captain, and no one's better. We are equals, despite my authority as Captain."
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lostsouldierbye · 2 years
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@bokketo   :    " there’s nothing wrong with you, Bucky." // stevie
      Bucky gets like this sometimes. When the present day feels like a dream, and he hears the past calling, even though it’s been almost a decade since he’s been in Hydra’s grasp. Since Steve had rescued him. Flushing out the drugs, the brainwashing had taken months. Moving between minds, and sometimes bodies, it felt like, had taken a little while longer, and years later he still doesn’t feel quite so settled. Maybe he never will be. The gateway in his mind to a different time, to different moments of his life remains open, and sometimes he finds himself slipping through. Lately, he’s found himself going back father than even Hydra. Back to the war. Back to when he’d first seen the front line. 
      He’s heard stories of the men who did get to go back home after it ended. They’d called it shellshock in the first war, battle fatigue after the second. Bucky had stopped thinking about the after of it within a month from the first day of combat. Steve had been his light at the end of the tunnel, but the end soon began to grow too far to even imagine. Instead, he’d consoled himself with the fact that at least Steve wasn’t with him in this hell. That had all changed, of course, but the first few months of battle seem to be a sticking point for him --- even when what he’d experienced with Hydra could be seen as comparatively worse. You don’t exactly get to choose what you get fucked up about.
      There had been moments there, before Zola had even managed to get anything inside him, nothing chemical or intrusive to blame, only himself and the parts of him that may never have been unlocked had he never seen the war . . . that changed who he was once he was there. He can’t explain to Steve, how violence brims inside him, almost constantly, lulled under the moments of domesticity that he still can’t believe he gets to have with Steve, though always there to greet him when his focus shifts by just an inch. How the coded moral path that Steve follows, that Bucky tries desperately to follow behind, is burdensome and tiring, and how the wilderness that exists around it is filled with singing birds that call his name. How can all that exist inside him --- and there not be anything wrong with him ? 
      He doesn’t have it in him to argue with Steve. He believes that Steve is telling the truth, based on what Steve knows. And Steve knows him well. These parts of him --- the dark parts that frighten even himself --- are not parts that he has managed to hide from Steve. He’d tried, at first. Steve wouldn’t have it. And he was constantly there. For the nightmares, the flashbacks, the moments during fights when it’s clear Bucky isn’t the one in control anymore. It’s not the Winter Soldier, either, but the sergeant on the front. 
      ‘ I know you believe that. ’ But he can never believe it, knowing what he knows, feeling what he feels, seeing what he sees. It still means something that Steve believes it, though. ‘ Come here, ’ he says, instead of running away, sinking himself into Steve’s embrace, using the arms around him to hold himself together instead of his own willpower for a little while. 
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Everytime I listen to Xanadu I don't stop listening to it. I'm on hour 2 and I'm gonna listen again
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