bringmeflowers



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  1. Summary

    an lu age shuffle au based off this tumblr post.
    rough age estimates:
    wild-late 30s
    warriors-early 30s
    wind, hyrule-late 20s
    legend, twilight-early-mid 20s
    time-17 (physically)
    four-14
    sky-10

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  2. Summary

    my own personal october writing challenge: an unholy mashup of whumptober, flufftober, linktober, lutober, and fictober. enjoy. or don't, i can't force you.

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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    19 Jul 2026

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    absolutely fucking emotionally devastated me. not that that came as a surprise!

  2. Public Bookmark 11

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    It’s time to cook Rhodin’s birthday dinner! Of course Kip and Fitzroy are going to get sidetracked on their quest for ingredients. Of course Conju and Ludvic are going to encounter kitchen mishaps.

    The only question is how.

    The answer… is a surprise.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    what a fun fun read

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    “Dear Maia,” said Csethiro, amused. “Lack of presumption, thy name is Edrehasivar. Well, we are sorry for the faux pas. Have no fear, we are used to keeping quiet on the matter.” She frowned. “Gosh. For a woman who was so worried you disliked us, we are certainly giving you plenty of reasons, in our attempts to diffuse the situation. Damnation.” She sat back, then said, “Ooh, Goëlar,” and sat forwards again. “You have the set! And well-read, we dare say, how impressive…”
    The woman's mind was like a scanning bird of prey, Csevet thought exhaustedly as she tottered out of the chair to look at his bookshelf. Pinned one topic and only let it go when it was in its death throes, then leapt instantly off to murder another.

    (csevet and csethiro have three main things in common: pakh'palar, popular literature, and purpose. not necessarily in that order.)

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    04 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    so goooood 😭😭😭

  4. Public Bookmark 65

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    “...forgive us for the presumption,” Edrehasivar said, tone slightly strangled in the way it always is when he doesn’t like what is coming out of his mouth. “But we thought, if we... that is, if we, er… attended... then you would not have to… no one would have to…" He sagged under our stares. “...stay behind,” he finished feebly.

    We were at that moment visited by a terrible, inevitable vision of the Ethuverazhid Zhas cornered by our mother, and we confess we had to lean on the wall in a brief violation of Alchenar IX.I.VI. Even the edocharei seemed taken aback; even Cala. Edrehasivar looked horribly dismayed at this non-reaction, and immediately started to backtrack. 

    "We do not wish to inflict ourself," he said wretchedly. "It was only a— a thought…" He trailed off, but the pause persisted. In it, we reflected to ourself that while we had taken knives for this boy, and would willingly take plenty more, he had — indeed, has — a talent for making us want to scream in dismay.

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    the alcethmeret's annual springnight gala goes... interestingly.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    BESHELAR AS ELIZABETH BENNETT…oh this is hilarious. cats that cough is killing me 😭😭😭

  5. Public Bookmark 11

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    "An thy father didn't keep us in such squalor, we could afford an edocharis," Setheris said, honing the razor briskly. Maia watched him in the mirror, hoping nastily he'd fumble it and slice his hand open. Or his forearm. But he was drunk, and it was sobriety that made him shake, not the drink. “But instead we’re left to rot alone here, no better than the marsh-country peasantry... no doubt his intent.”
    Maia had never presumed to ascribe intent to Varenechibel IV. He had honestly assumed his father never thought about him at all.
    He heard himself say; "An thou didst not spend all our money on metheglin, perhaps we could."
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    (someone had to teach maia to shave; unfortunately, it was probably setheris)

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    02 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    fuck man…