#{tangled threads

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Some of you might have seen the discontinued LU + Zelda height comparison :""D

I initially found you through your dark souls works (which I love <3). I recently got into btd/tpof, so of course, I hopped on ao3 and started reading and stumbled onto B3G_CRY, read through it in one go, thought "man this is really good I wonder if the author wrote anything else" and upon seeing your username went "YOU AGAIN!"

Anyways, really appreciate all your work! I saw you're writing original fiction now and that's really cool, so good luck with that too!! Hope you have a good day :]

Serie Fotográfica 2021.

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Tangled Threads is a story about an Ace Reader who runs a yarn shop in a small town.  When a SHIELD base opens up nearby, it brings with it a tall god of mischief and the start of a new adventure. Filled with fluff, identity struggles, friendship, budding romance, and of course knitting, this story is self exploration and growth in the best way possible.

Updated weekly on AO3.

Caught just in time, Anna froze in mid-gesture, concentration turning to glower in the span of a single breath. “C’allie,” she snarled. “Get out of my study. I am busy and your foolishness is unwelcome. Go bother Seifer.”

Two golden-furred ear tips showed above the heavy casket in the corner of the room; they twitched as the miqo’te popped into view, ready grin already on her lips. “See, bothering him isn’t nearly as entertaining as pissing you off,” C’allie said, hopping onto the casket’s lid, a grease-stained white paper bag already in hand. “What’re you casting?”

“Something you wouldn’t understand.” Anna shifted her position. “And something that will be tested on you if you don’t get out of my study.”

Popcorn crunched between C’allie’s sharp teeth; she grinned at Anna, licking salty butter from her lips, and settled cross-legged on the casket’s lid. “Sounds exciting!” 

Anna dropped her hands, turned to the casket and crossed her arms. “C’allie. Get out.”

Shoving another handful of popcorn in her mouth, C’allie squinted, tilting her head slightly. Swallowing, she inched forward on the casket. “Hey, what happened to your eyes?”

“Changing the subject isn’t going to work. Out.”

“You do that with magic? That’s cool! How’d you do it?”

Incorrigible. The only word to accurately describe the miqo’te. Anna sighed, thoroughly tempted to set C’allie’s feet aflame. If she hadn’t needed to keep the balance of aether in the room just right... “It’s a side effect. Now out.”

“Side effect of what?” She bounced on the casket, scattering bits of popcorn about. “You do a spell that go wrong or something? They’re kinda pretty. I liked the green better, but this isn’t bad.”

“...Seifer’s not upstairs, is he?” Anna scowled, crossing her arms. “That’s why you’re down here to bother me.”

“Yeah, he went off to see some chick. A roegadyn babe. You met her too? What’s her name, Moon? Weird ass name. I thought only elezen did things like that.” C’allie paused. “Well, some Viera, too. Met one named Tree.” She grinned broadly. “Climbed her like one, too.”

“As entertaining as your exploits undoubtedly are, invading my study and telling me that my husband is off with another woman is not helping my temper.”

C’allie wiggled her eyebrows. “Hey, I’ll keep you company, don’t worry. You like the bondage stuff? I can do that.” 

“Not the point, C’allie.”

Anna’s tone sharpened, making even the carefree miqo’te pause for a moment. Head tilted, she looked down. Leaned down, really, keeping her balance remarkably well as she squinted at Anna’s hands. “You stick your fingers in ink or what?”

Jaw tensing, Anna glanced down, clenched her hands and planted them firmly behind her back. All her previous amusement at C’allie’s antics vanished in the space of a glare. She didn’t bother snapping a retort, but simply spun on the ball of one dainty foot and stormed out of the room.