You can see the edge of the world.
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Oh so when other people push back against price markups for basic necessities it's "direct action" but when I do it I'm "breaking and entering" and "a werewolf"
fearne speaking is the vocal equivalent of putting the heart emoji at the end of all your sentences ❤️
You flip a coin.
Fair, is fair, is fair—you tell yourself. You blame luck, and fate, and gods you don’t rightly believe in. You cry when you meet Imogen’s gaze—her eyes cracking open and spilling despair, her lips pressing tight enough that those animal soft whimpers are only high pitched noise. Barely human, sadly real.
You don’t know what to do, you don’t know who to save—until you do.
You flip a coin.
Heads, you save Laudna. Tails, you save Orym.
You flip a coin.
Glinting like a prayer answered as it spins edge over edge in the air; you track it with your eyes, you see the edges of images etched into the metal. Heads, tails—heads, tails—heads, tails. Over and over; who lives, and who dies.
You don’t know what to do—until you do.
You slap a hand over the outcome, you squeeze your eyes shut and lift it just enough that you can peek under your palm. See the outcome, see the promise. You blink hard, your lips pinch and your ears flatten back and bristle.
You’re not good, but you’re not bad—you’re wild, and chaotic, and free. You’re a stranger in a strange land, a visitor in the stories of others—even when your own comes calling. You’re sideways, and bright, and endlessly messy.
You’re fey—which means, inherently, you’re selfish.
Tucking the coin away, you exhale and open your eyes, pressing hands against Laudna you promise her you’ll find a way to save her. You whisper un-truths because they’re hazy and thick on your tongue. You don’t know if you can save her—though you will try.
You only know that the coin landed on heads, and in that moment you knew fate didn’t matter. Luck didn’t matter. And above all else, gods didn’t matter. What matters is that Orym is yours, as readily as the trinkets stuck in your fur and the half-truths in your heart. A piece of you that is kind, and strong, and forgives you all your outlandish flaws.
Orym is yours, and it wasn’t until fate—or luck, or gods—said he deserved to die that you decided the choice was already made in your heart long before you flipped a coin.
Orym—the answer was always Orym.
so i'm finally (finally) catching up on c3
and my major takeaway so far is,
ashton, around anyone else:
ashton, around fcg:
[ID: two screenshots of tumblr posts commonly used as memes, the first says "i'll kick anyone's ass. i'll kick your ass. i'll kick your dog's ass. i'll kick my own ass". the second has been edited to say "fucking superb you funky little automaton" /end ID]
On loop in my head I have the audio of Armand saying "I'm not a miracle worker", and Ashton saying, disgusted, "Then what use are you?" And I'm watching the Bells reach out to everyone they know, spin out, searching for solutions with grasping hands. Watching them still try to be kind to each other with a caution that speaks to purposefulness. Watching where those lines of patience and empathy sour into callousness, frustration, and the way they pull themselves back over.
It’s very nice of you all to come back. Of course! We wouldn’t stop being your patrons just because you left us standing in the rain.
!! Spoilers for c3e16 !!
Speed painted this moment after the fight
Ashton, emphatically, determined, with all their soul: NOBODY GETS LEFT BEHIND.
Literally everybody else: immediately falls off the airship.
She named all of her creations after her favorite smells :)
They’re memories of Orym and you confiding in F.C.G. and in battle taking the impact of someone else’s trauma and hearing the words of discomfort and sadness of other people around.
When they’re all strung out it’s just a bunch of experiences, it’s just the world around. In that moment, it was just all of that folded into a single point in time, to an overwhelming degree.
