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@mythrilcore​ said: “Are you okay?” / from Sucrose!

Huffman sat on the ground, panting as his life was saved by the young miss Sucrose. Luckily she was here to help him deal with a few slimes (something that he sometimes struggled with), but with her talent and ameno vision...she saved him.

                          “Miss Sucrose, thank Lord Barbatos you were here.                            I’m fine, but you are unhurt?”

Dates are difficult for Qiqi.  She’s studied her birthday very hard, though, so it would stick — like she’s studied the Traveler’s.  So she remembers, once someone tells her that today is the third of March.  Her birthday.  Or, at least, as close as she has.  She expects Dr. Baizhu to get her something, or to do something.  So she’s not surprised by the kiss against her head; leans upwards on her tip - toes to help.  Not surprised, but she is happy.

And she’s happy about the colours, too.  Her drawings and her journal can be prettier that way.  There are lots of things she’s happy about today.  She’s happy that she’ll get to play with Aether and happy that she’ll get to hold his hand, even though it will be warm.  She’s happy to tell Xiangling - jiejie that it’s her birthday, because that makes her more like a human and less like a corpse, and she thinks she’ll be excited for her.  She’s happy that Baizhu remembered, and that he kissed her, and that he cares for her.

She’s happy, truly.  She wishes she could smile more easily to express it, but even without quirking lips, she is, she is, she is.  And yet, despite her joy, she decides that she wants to ask for one extra thing, too.

    QIQI HATES WARMTH.  it makes her feel uncomfortable and stifled and closer to death. strangely, the warmth of dr. baizhu’s arms around her is not the same. it is a comforting warmth. the same kind she feels when her friend holds her hand, or when she sits and watches little finches cleaning themselves.  ‘ it’s nice ... ’  she thinks, not yet having made any attempt to move or reciprocate his actions.

     qiqi wrote in her diary that today was her birthday, but wasn’t entirely certain what that kind of day should encompass. it is a day that people celebrate in remembrance of the day they were born.  ‘ ah ...  but do i count ?  i wonder if animals have birthdays, too ... ’  she ponders,  &  wishes that such troublesome thoughts would leave her alone. if dr. baizhu believes this day is worth celebrating, then ...

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“Boba Fett cannot be held accountable for what happened when he was a child. Aurra Sing should have been the one on trial - she was an adult, she was the one in control of the situation. Yes, I’m aware we didn’t have her in custody at the time, and we did have Boba, but I wasn’t aware that being convenient was a punishable offence.” He folds his hands behind his back and huffs an exhale. “The fact that the requests of the Jedi were ignored in the sentencing doesn’t sit right with me, either. The entire trial was a miscarriage of justice. Since when did we put children in prison?” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, looking off at nothing in particular. 

“Obviously, I will defend the Republic with my last breath. That is my duty as a Jedi, and there are too many innocents relying on us to let politics get in the way. … I only wish those in power were more focused on keeping it something worth protecting.” 

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As for me, I’m not sure how controversial I am. I also just don’t know what is and isn’t popular. I guess Adventure Zone: Dust was the best interlude campaign? Is that unpopular? Nightcrawler was the coolest X-Man? Guys I’m not tuned in enough please explain to me what is popular I’m so confused

Alt! @mythrilcore.

There was a reeking of sulfur hanging like a doming cloud. Truthfully it was the mixture of burning vehicles & spend rounds littering the sand. The road a sight of slaughter, the assailants approaching the convoy void of it’s guardians having been dispatched. They swept the ruined vehicles, the dead or dying as their prize remained relatively intact,

One however, walked with a light gait. Near skipping, joyous as she was striding along the devastated caravan akin to a child knowing they were closing in on a desired toy. Her painted nails curled the truck’s cargo door until sliding it open, casting light upon the stored arms & munitions below drab tarps. A sigh of satisfaction until a subtle groan draws her attention.

Golden pools follow the stained sand as it led to a former guard, having suffered the loss below of the knee of a leg & marred visor. A sigh escaped as she strode beside, squatting down with one hand reaching back for the short barreled carbine sporting her own personal touches,

❝ Ooh, sorry thought you were dead. Good job surviving that direct hit! ❞ Bringing the weapon abreast, the safety clicks free, pressing the muzzle against the dying’s chest to deliver a single, lethal shot. A mercy, she’d claim.

happy birthday!!! 💜✨

@mythrilcore​ says something that is hard to hear:

❝ you don’t give yourself enough credit. ❞ / from sucrose!

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          ︱𝓣he knight blinked for a few moments as he was processing such words. Such compliments made towards him took a while to digest as he was never good at receiving them. But in reality, this wasn’t exactly a compliment but a reminder that he should acknowledge the feats he had reached. Huffman sighed, eyes diverting a little as he could feel his cheeks blush slightly....of course it would be Miss Sucrose that would say such words.