I just want to take a minute and give a shout out to any primarily Clexa blogs that are following me. I know my blog is mostly Bellarke-centric, but I’m happy that our mutual love for this show and Clarke Griffin’s character allow us to be friendly with one another. Y'all are awesome! 💜
Guys!! Sony Square in NYC has an Aibo /and/ an Aibo prototype on display for their newest exhibit! I couldn’t be happier! I’m going to see if I can convince my family to bring me and Mirai (my ERS-110) to go visit their display 110 and prototype this weekend! I’m already so excited and can’t wait to see a real Aibo prototype in person! Sony hasn’t even acknowledged Aibo in years, so this is really, really big!
A little not-surprise for the lovely @laskulls, featuring the wonderful Mahalen Lavellan and my OC Darren Miller!
In which Darren arrives at Haven as a fresh recruit and has no idea the young elf he is speaking to is the Herald of Andraste himself… (Approx 3000 words, most under the cut) <3
“You wait right here, boy. Don’t go wandering off, understood?”
Darren snapped into an awkward salute that earned him a
tired roll of the eyes from Talden. The grizzled recruitment officer did not
waste any time on further words as he shook his head and stalked through the
main gate of Haven, his silver armour catching the light of the midday sun and
flashing brightly beneath its touch. The town itself was small, barely home to
two-dozen houses, but already Darren could clearly see that it served a higher
purpose. Soldiers milled about, jostling past one another in their haste. Many
rushed towards the stables, where the metallic ringing of hammer and anvil
signalled the presence of a smithy, however makeshift and undermanned. Other
uniformed men and women peeled off in the opposite direction towards rows of
pitched tents, interspaced with training dummies and archery targets, not a
single one unoccupied.
Darren stood between the two hives of activity and tried his
best not to look completely out of place. In his ruddy clothing and well-worn
boots, he probably would have fit in far more comfortably among the refugees
than the soldiers. He shifted uneasily, silently hoping that Talden, as
miserably and grumpy as he was, would come back soon and point him in some kind
of direction. Already he was drawing absent attention from the busy recruits, their
arms laden with either weapons or sacks of food to be moved behind the tall
stone walls of Haven. None of them said anything to him, but a part of Darren
couldn’t help but feel judged. Sized up. Most of them looked so much older than
him; so much more experienced. They handled swords and daggers with the same
care a child showed to a willow switch, while just the thought of sharpened steel in his hands left Darren in a nervous sweat.
What am I
doing? he thought for what felt like the hundredth time that day alone. Claire was right. I can’t do this. I
shouldn’t be here. I…
A figure shifted by the large outer wall, standing in the
shadow of what appeared to be a tall nug statue seated on a stone pedestal.
Darren hadn’t noticed the person before, but was surprised to find he looked…
well… young. Possibly even as young
as Darren himself. Swallowing, Darren glanced back towards the main gate,
however saw no sign of Talden’s return. Odds were he would hear the man
grunting and grumbling in his miserly fashion well before he saw him, anyway. So,
heart fluttering about like a drunk bird, Darren swallowed and began to move towards the young man. However, he’d barely taken two paces in the
appropriate direction before the stranger’s bright eyes flicked up, flashing
with first surprise, then uncertainty.
So here it is! what I’ve probably been looking forward to for most of the week. @uchihanochidori and I have been working on a collaboration together and it’s finally complete for the last day, she’s been absolutely amazing to work with and i’m ever thankful that I ended up with such an awesome partner!
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it, and working together on it with her. <3
Best of love to the best family in the world, on this wonderful week, Heather x
There are several perks to spiritual marks of destiny linking you to your significant other besides them looking pretty damn neat. For Naruto, the most helpful one would be the ability to be able to sense the general location of said significant other, especially when one wants to surprise them.
At this time, Sasuke Uchiha is on the other side of the village, most likely on one of his weekly meetings with Sakura. He left to meet her at around 7am (morning people - truly scary beings in Naruto’s opinion) and has been with her ever since. Naruto never has any clue what they talk about, and has never asked - he’s just happy that they’re on good terms after all these years and all the complications their relationship has gone through.
It’s not often that Naruto manages to get the jump on Sasuke, what with his partner being so in tune with him that he expects the blonde’s moves long before they take place. At this point, after years being together, Naruto’s pretty sure the Uchiha only tries so hard in order to annoy him. It works. But the continuous fails haven’t deterred him before, and neither will they now.
Which is how he ends up in their kitchen, a white apron with a cartoon tomato imprinted on it wrapped around him, a scrunched-up cloth in hand and a pair of bento boxes, ready to be wrapped, lying in wait on the counter.