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“You seem like you really need to blow off some steam,” Beauregard says, propping her feet up on the edge of the desk. “But like, not in a fighting ring, because that’d probably end with someone getting turned into dust.”
Astrid gives her a perfectly neutral look. “So you’d prefer that a more acceptable target be disintegrated.”
“Obviously.” Beauregard shrugs.
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Or, Astrid tries out a new spell.
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against all my sins and the candlelight by Solanaceae
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
20 Jun 2022
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The calm, collected archmage is a far cry from the woman who watched her teacher’s trial with steel-hard vindication in her eyes. It’s odd, really — Jenna’s entire life could be described as a pretense, and yet she finds herself living something terribly akin to truth in her day-to-day. Astrid, on the other hand, seems to collect masks like Jenna collects novelty shot glasses and would probably have an allergic reaction to showing a single honest feeling.
Gods. She wants to take Astrid Beck apart layer by layer and figure her out.
(The Cerberus Assembly's newest archmage catches Jenna Iresor's attention. Both of them decide to play some dangerous games about it.)
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out of dreams into the sun by Solanaceae for raiyana
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
08 Feb 2022
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Miriel is reborn on a spring-blue morning with little fanfare and less warning.
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Astrid crashes a disciplinary meeting between Headmaster Margolin and Professor Widogast.
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“There are ways to undo enchantments,” Astrid says, and Eadwulf shakes his head in mute refusal. “Simple ways, for arcanists of our ability level.”
(A hypothesis is tested, a revelation is made. None of it is surprising.)
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The fact that six mercenaries and a weasel have stowed away on the highest-security vessel in the Dynasty’s fleet is, technically, a serious problem that bodes poorly for the rest of their journey. But Essek is delighted. He’d been dreading a long and tense voyage to Mutalos, without any company except for a skeleton crew comprised mostly of military personnel, the awkward spare scourger, and his—
It feels strange, to think of Beck as his wife. Even calling her his enemy feels too intimate.
(In which Essek agrees to a political marriage to ensure intergalactic peace and keep himself alive, only to discover that his wife has married him for exactly the opposite reason.)
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21 Jul 2022
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Her daughter is grown now.
Vilya’s long years spent on Vo sometimes feel like a dream to her, but that feeling does not stop the flow of time. Keyleth is a strong woman, a leader now, a stranger.
Vilya returns home after forty years. Zephrah has changed, and so has she.
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22 Jun 2022
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Nothing can be the same, but there are moments of familiarity to be snatched like buoys on endless dark water. Beau isn't used to being anyone's lifeline and even less certain Yasha's looking for one, but she has to try.
Beauyasha week day 5: Hands
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27 May 2022
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It has been a long time, but the shadow that crosses Essek’s face is no longer unfamiliar to Caleb. He thinks he can place it now that he has seen it so often—it looks very much like guilt.
“I am happy here,” Essek says. “How could I not be?”
For some reason, the assertion is thrown at Caleb with more force than is called for.
Who is Essek really trying to convince: Caleb, or himself?
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15 May 2022
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Jester says, “You made a greenhouse,” and Essek looks up.
Palms and figs and mangroves and tree ferns reach up for the ceiling, and a sourceless waterfall spills through them. The walkway spirals upward, clinging impossibly to the dangling roots of a banyan tree, and vanishes into the greenery. Everywhere there are flowers — dusky pink orchids and brilliant bromeliads, violet and yellow and red.
Essek takes a shaky breath. “I’ll show you your rooms.”
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30 Apr 2022