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thistlefaethfort · 6 hours
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sandralynn doesn't need anyone to kill bobby dawn for her, she's gonna do it herself when she hears the way he spoke to her babygirl
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thistlefaethfort · 3 days
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I always think it's very interesting (and please excuse the hard turn in content while I think about Hannibal NBC) when people talk about Will Graham inheriting his gift, not from a mother who we never grow to understand in the series, but from his father. I always think it's cool to consider that he gets his wild, sprawling empathy from his father, who is rough around the edges and gruff and as unwelcoming as he is unrefined. Then again, maybe I'm just a sucker for father son bonds that are dysfunctional but okay.
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thistlefaethfort · 3 days
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The photosynthikids!! I’ve been rewatching freshman year because I physically cannot wait for the new jy ep to release… It’s so fun to see the evolution of their designs as they get older!!!
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I just want to ramble about this to someone and you like fhjy so, in the party episode Fabian and Adaine ask Buddy where his friends are, and he says "friends?" And they reply "like Kiperlilly Copper kettle" and he says "oh my adventuring party" they're not friends, they grow the party as just a group project and he doesn't think theyre friends. Which makes cuntfact clerickiller killing him worse. He was a transfer student who was probably told by his party that they weren't friends and probably did not have any. And was betrayed by someone who wouldn't even call him a friend
This is awesome and yeah, truly one of the most heartbreaking parts of the whole thing. It was such a throwaway line at the time and I didn't give it a second thought, too consumed by Oisin and the traitorous ping pong balls, but yeah dude. He straight up tells us that the adventuring party aren't friends, or at least he isn't allowed to call them his friends. I think about it a lot in the context of Fabian more than anyone else though, personally.
Fabian Aramais Seacaster started at Aguefort a year older than everyone else and he had no friends in Solace because his life up to that point has been about adventuring with his papa, but he bonded with these five kids almost immediately. They formed a group and he didn't have to spend too much time thinking about his life and how things used to be and how he missed it.
Buddy Dawn started at Aguefort during his junior year, and had no friends in Elmville because he just moved there after doing missionary work with his grandad and he hadn't had time to find friends in this new sect of the church yet. A group requested him before school even started though, and he thought maybe this was his shot to have some friends outside the church, and hey — if they converted, wouldn't that be great? He could be a cleric of Helio and make his family proud and be an adventurer with his friends.
Except, they were cold and distant, and loved each other but not him, and they took him out to the woods and had him practice killing rats and they spoke about their last cleric in tiny whispers.
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thistlefaethfort · 3 days
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— read this first or this might not make sense!
— ao3 link!
If Sandra Lynn had her way, the Solesian Rangers work schedule would be a little more focused on rest and recovery, but she couldn’t really complain about the leniency the organisation had for people with families at home. No one had been more quick to sign off on her time off requests than her manager, she knew that Sandra Lynn was competent enough to catch up as quickly as needed. In a few months, she thought she would probably offer her the role herself. Today though, she finished up at lunch time and arrived home, shoulders weary with the weight of yellow paint cans.
It was a buttery, blonde colour that made her itchy to look at. It was the colour of Baxter’s feathers when they were downy and he was so young that sometimes she let him sleep at the foot of her bed, even on the nights Fig had crawled in between her and Gilear. It was something warm that got sharp late in the day, when the sun settled on it low in the sky late in the afternoon. Like milk poured in a sweet honey tea. It was golden and there were enough cans of it left on the shelf that Sandra Lynn thought people probably underestimated it. She thought it would make the chapel look like a bedroom.
It took her a handful of hours to painstakingly move everything away from the walls: the bedframe, the posters, the duffel bag that she point blank refused to look at for longer than a few seconds at a time — just in case. Once everything was piled up in the centre and covered with a tarp, Sandra Lynn put on an old shirt that was probably not hers but had ended up in her closet anyway and pulled out her brushes from under the sink. She washed the walls, scrubbed at them until dust stopped falling from the stone, and stared at the stained glass for long enough that the sun shifted to glare back through the angel's golden halo.
Then the door opened further across the house and she grinned to herself; it was easier now, to breathe knowing all the kids were safe under her roof, because she knew they were taking care of each other. There was no reason to hover around all the places her adopted and not yet adopted kids might be, because she was trying to trust that they would come to her if they needed a mom, or an adult, or a squirrel killer. Sandra Lynn could try to trust them for that. Fabian yelled something and Jawbone howled in a way that usually meant hang tight. Aelwyn spoke and there was a higher pitched response in that oh so similar Fallinel accent that was getting fainter as the two disappeared up the stairs. Fig cackled and there was the sound of at least four footsteps pounding across the house to where she knew her girl kept her guitar. She was distracted, not noticing when her final kid reappearing home for the day emerged through the door to her room.
It took a lot of effort not to jump and drop the paintbrush when Kristen’s voice, muffled by what looked like a fistful of popcorn that sprayed halfway across the room when she said ‘thandragh thlinn?’ Maybe time had gotten away from her, because she hadn’t expected for the girl to see the room until it was done, and her mind had already sprinted away to try and figure out if any beds were going spare tonight or if they should set up the den sleepover style. Pointedly, she didn’t think about how rare a night was where she didn’t hear light footsteps pattering about the house in the early hours. When everyone was home, there were ten kids with their own bedrooms (except for Adaine who let her sister share), and all of them were traumatised. They were good to each other though, and on the nights she thought the awake one might need a hug or a mug of tea, there was always a second teenager perched next to them; eyes blurry with sleep but risen for their friend anyway. She must have been quiet too long, because the voice started again, clear now, ‘are you painting in here? Did I forget you were doing this? I’m sorry —’ Sandra Lynn cut her off ‘ — I was wrong. Kristen I was wrong to put you in here and now the house is filling up and I don’t have a different room for you, so I picked up some paint,’ her fingers spasmed. It had been a bad, thoughtless call at the time. Kristen had grown up groomed and hurt by a church and she had to be reminded of every time she went to bed or woke up, and now she was sleeping in it alone, without even a God to pray goodnight to. She picked up one of the cans and showed her the colour, a glob hitting the tarp she had laid down over the old wood floors, and tried for a smile, ‘yellow, but not as bright as your tracksuit.’
Much to Sandra Lynn’s horror (because her shirt was covered in paint and her kid was wearing something other then that tracksuit for once and she would do anything to encourage her to wear other things as often as possible), Kristen’s eyes started to shine and her shoulders sagged. The woman dodged drips of paint and made her way to the girl, squeezing her shoulder hard enough to drag her back to earth. Her voice cracked and suddenly Sandra Lynn didn’t know whether or not she was going to cry herself, but she did laugh, just a little and quietly. ‘You got some muscle going kid, you sure you don’t wanna join the ranger track?’ She asked, mostly joking but not all the way. All of her Bad Kids were going to excel at whatever it was they chose to do in the end, but she hoped they thrived as a group first, she hoped they did whatever they wanted and it never hurt. Her smile grew a little bittersweet and she hoped Kristen didn’t catch it as she reminded herself that that was never how an adventurer’s story ended.
She offered out a paintbrush, ‘you gonna help me finish these last few walls or are you crashing at someone else’s room tonight?’
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thistlefaethfort · 3 days
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googling 'common savoury home baked goods usa' like you guys are some ancient language I can't discover
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thistlefaethfort · 3 days
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always thinking about brennan's very solemn 'trans rights, fuck terfs'
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thistlefaethfort · 4 days
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me when someone demonstrates the bad kids keeping track of each other and holding each other and being desperately platonically in love with each other:
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thistlefaethfort · 4 days
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im so sleepy someone remind me i said aelwyn abernant kills bobby dawn as show of love and appreciation to sandralynn for taking care of her and her sister and not being mad when they act like the traumatised kids they are
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thistlefaethfort · 4 days
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So we all agree that the literal second Fabian holds his baby sibling he will switch from pissy to the most devoted big brother Spyre has ever seen, right?
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thistlefaethfort · 4 days
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I am not a ratgrinder fan and never will be but they're kids, of course they didn't want to stay dead, even if that meant becoming puppets. The likely hood was they watched each other die and were ripped apart painfully. Lucy Frostblade's bravery in refusing to worship Ankarna is not measured by her friends agreeing to it and that being 'weak', but rather how extraordinary her courage was to refuse and stay dead.
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thistlefaethfort · 5 days
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been a moment since I did one of these! ♡ (part one, part two, part three)
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thistlefaethfort · 5 days
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thought beardsley was taking a bong rip mid adventuring party and didn't bat a fucking eye
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thistlefaethfort · 5 days
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do you think buddy dawn's last thoughts were an apology to his god or do you genuinely believe the rat grinders made it easy to say no? do you think lucy smiled at kipperlily as she said goodbye to her dear friend one last time? how can we possibly blame these children for the things they chose when presented with a death that could never be fixed?
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thistlefaethfort · 6 days
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oh this adaine Sandra Lynn conversation is soooooo crazy I'm so emotional..... I don't really know how to be a kid I'm not very good at it..... talking about fig..... the best thing is be someone your kid needed....... hell is fine I didn't know if you meant something other than hell........... do you want more sprinkles......... I've been so busy I didn't want to seem ungrateful for you taking me in......... I know I can be competent because I know you guys are going to be there if I need you to be.......... I already know how periods works so I run away............ weeps and wails for one million years
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thistlefaethfort · 6 days
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sandralynn is very messy and i adore that in her, but i will not be making posts ab the situation witb bobby and pamela dawn and calling her messy for that, because they were older and she was groomed and then abandoned.
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thistlefaethfort · 6 days
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delighted to see other people also struggling to keep bucky, buddy, and bobby clear in their minds when making posts
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