but i've got an excuse

[ @the-mic-drop this might not be what you had in mind, but I hope it’s satisfactory. also, I thank @nervmaid for this. ]

A rather sudden bang distracts Roadhog from his novel.

Dog-earing the page, he sets the worn book down on his belly and sighs through his mask. Two years of playing bodyguard has granted him enough experience to distinguish one bang from another. Explosions, while outside the norm for the everyday citizen, have a surprising array of sounds that Roadhog has become well acquainted with. If anyone cared to ask, he’s sure he could name every type of explosive he’s heard. In fact, it has come to the point where he could give a rough estimate on how much damage a bomb might inflict from its noise alone, and he supposes that might be an impressive feat if he weren’t so invested in making sure the creator of said bomb remains in one piece.

Fortunately for him (and his boss, he must concede), the bang does not belong to any sort of explosive.

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Is it inevitably original fiction when you start writing about the great-grandparents of the canon heroine, whose own parents weren’t even named by the author? :/

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{   Once upon a time Sumia would have been willing to be like any other woman of high standing. She would have happily sacrifice her lance in place of a stable condition hat she could raise both Pegasi and children alike; teach both how to soar among the clouds until sunset and cook up a feast with the love that only a mother, that a wife could offer and retell the tales of her many exploits, as well as tumbles, to her beloved children before retiring to the bed she would share with her own loved one.    }

The day that of Gangrel’s defeat had changed everything, the very moment she tore through the skies as if a woman mad all for a moment to see that the shepherd’s hope, that their prince was unharmed, was alive, with her own eyes- 

 He was bathed in sweat and she fared no better, her lance ran red from the men she had slain in their assault against the Mad King but he was alive and breathing and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Sumia couldn’t help herself in letting her emotions drive we forward into his arms, tears shining on her eyes. It hadn’t been a victory worth celebrating with joyous laughter, this whole campaign had been spurred with heartache after heartache but in hindsight, Chrom had still made it into one worth celebrating all the same.

 And perhaps that had been the first time into realising just how foolhardy it would be to become the sort of queen that could offer only that of of moral support for her beloved.  It felt like an injustice to take such a pacifist stance after the rule of the previous exalt. Sumia was, despite all her flaws and all inferiority to her fellow shepherds she was still adapt to hold herself well. That was the reason she had been on that battlefield alongside the other shepherds on that day. It had been those sentiments that had lingered in her mind quietly at first as peace began to was other Ylisse for a time. Sumia was able to start her family she had dreamed of, wedding the man of her dreams and brought the first of their children into the world. 

And for a moment it seemed like maybe she could simply be a pillar of support within to both her family as well as their kingdom. But, that was too foolhardy, she was a knight of the skies, Sumia should have seen the dark clouds encroaching on Ylisse. The Conqueror Walhart, Validar, The fell Dragon from legend’s itself; they had all played key roles in helping her realise just how powerless it would be for the queen to simply offer support from the sidelines.

 {   Once upon a time in another land there was a queen willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure the lives of her beloved family remain secure.  } Sumia simply wouldn’t be able to stay on the sidelines if she had wanted to be able to do the same.

Even though the wounds of their losses were still fresh–

 {   The moment Lon’qu fell to his knees, the moment that Morgan’s sobs broke through his father’s clothing–  the moment in which a family unit was broken apart, 
 She never wants to see hurt like that again, not if she could do something about it.  
}

Sumia had made her decision and a promise. To become a Queen that could be compassionate in understanding the plights of other but fierce enough to protect those dear to her and let those ideals fuel her as she bid everything she knew farewell. 

part I | fortune favors the bold

Okay, legitimately here, I need to ask: why does the hp fandom condemn Snape for his entire life for using ‘mudblood’ once at 15 while being bullied/assaulted, despite soon after dedicating his life to destroying pureblood supremacy and in-text condemning the use of the word, and then carry on and excuse Draco Malfoy’s rampant use of it (16 times, including twice over the age of 15, when he’s: mildly embarrassed, resentful, jealous, or just wanting to hurt Hermione/Harry/innocent children) because of outside pressure, despite him never, in the books, showing any remorse or regret for his bigoted beliefs/language? Seriously, why the double standard here? 

Cherry Barb

While not seen as much of a staple of fish communities as others, the cherry barb is hardly a fish that should be overlooked. One of the easiest and most peaceful barb varieties out there, these cherries would be a wonderful addition to many mid-size to large community setups.

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a plot where two friends have been living together for a while, but personalities clash a lot and they’re constantly disagreeing/pissing each other off. muse a keeps complaining about the mess in the house, whilst muse b can’t stand muse a’s smoking habits. muse b keeps bringing home strangers whenever they go out at night, which wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t expect muse a to cook for them and their guest every morning. muse a is always hogging the tv and sofa to play their favourite video games, and muse b doesn’t think they can take another night of waking up to the incessant laughter that comes from the front room at 1am when muse a is watching their favourite show.

one day they’ve completely had enough of each other, and have the biggest argument they’ve ever had. muse a kicks muse b out, and the two expect to go their separate ways. that is, until muse a receives a weird text from muse b;

look, i know you’re not talking to me right now and that i’ve been really shitty to you, but you need to open this fucking door right now because i’ve just found a baby left in an alley and i have no idea if it’s going to be okay