no one hates addicts more like the writers of season 6 to 8
no one hates addicts more like the writers of season 6 to 8
Any support would be heavily appreciated! My finances have been pretty much depleted so this is pretty urgent. Thank you. 🥹 ko-fi.com/tessaraven/c...
Any support would be heavily appreciated! My finances have been pretty much depleted so this is pretty urgent. Thank you. 🥹 ko-fi.com/tessaraven/c...
Hello, Fandaniel...
If your muse was an Arcadion fighter, what would their power and gimmick be and, most importantly, what would their theme song be?
If your muse was an Arcadion fighter, what would their power and gimmick be and, most importantly, what would their theme song be?
(Flying up and then floating upside down so he's on top once again.)
Be thankful I am not using my Hermes clone, it was painful to be that tall.
(Climbs him and sits on his shoulders.)
There we are. I am the top and you are the bottom. I am unsure where the bed comes in, however.
(Flying up and then floating upside down so he's on top once again.)
Be thankful I am not using my Hermes clone, it was painful to be that tall.
(In a flick of a finger Zenos is suddenly thumb sized and Fandaniel holds it up to his face by the scruff of its clothes.)
You are a war machine, built and bred. You won't escape your impulses and before you know it, you'd be in my trap once again.
It doesn't like the uncomfortable feeling twisting in his chest. Damned this rat.}
And what makes you think I want your collaboration anymore?
(His aloof expression becomes more firm.)
You can kill me. Over and over until it finally sticks. Clearly it didn't work before.
(In a flick of a finger Zenos is suddenly thumb sized and Fandaniel holds it up to his face by the scruff of its clothes.)
You are a war machine, built and bred. You won't escape your impulses and before you know it, you'd be in my trap once again.
The sounds of steps echo through this nonsensical space, and with each of them a spotlight appears. All of them on E'mepu.The figure that stepped up looks like Y'shtola, though her face can't be seen. Next to her appears Urianger. And then Estinien.
It's real. It is so very real. She remembers the look on Thancred's face before he disappeared on the airship, remembers the gusts of dynamis taking one friend after the other just to clear a path. The wounds Hydaelyn couldn't heal anymore. The suddenly very lethal scythe rushing towards
(The world seems to melt around her. She's at the edge of the universe again. Or did she ever leave to begin with? The crushing burden of every star sits upon her shoulders.)
The sounds of steps echo through this nonsensical space, and with each of them a spotlight appears. All of them on E'mepu.The figure that stepped up looks like Y'shtola, though her face can't be seen. Next to her appears Urianger. And then Estinien.
(The world seems to melt around her. She's at the edge of the universe again. Or did she ever leave to begin with? The crushing burden of every star sits upon her shoulders.)
...Let go.
(Bow suddenly becomes flaccid in her hands as Fandaniel suddenly appears behind her, a hand grabbing her jaw as he wraps his arms around her.)
And we used to play so nice...
(The world seems to melt around her. She's at the edge of the universe again. Or did she ever leave to begin with? The crushing burden of every star sits upon her shoulders.)