Violet: I Have An Idea.

Violet: I have an idea.

Tairn: A good one?

Violet: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.

Ace and aro little guys

I liked the idea of just making chill little guys……… that’s how I feel as an aroace person at least

(If they look blurry it’s cuz they’re really small lol I wanted to make them smaller stickers too to help with the Little Guy feeling)

I’m struggling with my redbubble rn it won’t let me log in but once it does I’ll start actually putting stuff up cuz it’s pride now :) happy pride month!

Violet: Xaden, keep an eye on Dain today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.

Xaden: Sure! I’d love to see Dain get punched. 

Violet: Try again.

Xaden:

Xaden: I will stop Dain from getting punched.

Fantasy world where everyone's as sick of the cliches as you are.

You arrive at the noble king's castle and his head is in his hands. "Guess who's back on their fucking bullshit?" he says, holding up an image of the dark lord. The entire court sighs in unison.

chapter 10 of castles crumbling (aka Tales from the Airport Bathroom extended version) now posted!

Chapter 10: Trust Fall is now up on AO3: READ HERE

We're back with chapter 10! Devera is dead, and Violet and Xaden each have something the other person wants. I really enjoyed writing this chapter and incorporating how Violet tends to brush aside her trauma. We all know it's going to come and bite her in the butt one of these days :)

Summary:

Violet should already be dead. People whispered about her weak body and how she would never live up to her family's martial accomplishments. Violet rose above them all, however, fighting and killing to survive the Navarrian Intelligence Agency's brutal BASGIATH training protocol. Now, people whisper about Violet's swift ascension through the NIA's ranks as one of its most valuable operatives and assassins. The whispers don't matter to Violet: She has her own agenda, and it's a dangerous one - finding out what happened to her father.

But one mission changes everything: Suddenly, Violet finds herself in the crosshairs when she stumbles on information Navarre wants buried, and the country she fought for begins to turn on her. Violet knows too much, but she's determined to do what she does best: Survive. Her only hope is the son of the man who they say killed her brother, but their partnership is far from assured. Some grudges run deep, and trust is a currency too valuable to give freely. Xaden realizes Violet may be the key to everything, but with enemies seen and unseen closing in on all sides, the consequences of failure are deadly.

===

I steel my resolve and rise to my feet, crossing the street in a hurry. I don't even bother to stop at the front desk when I step into the lobby, and the employee sitting there doesn't look up when I pass. I march for the elevator, punch the button for the third floor. Moments later, I'm standing in front of their hotel room. I take a deep breath, then rap my knuckles on the door. At first, there's silence on the other side, but before I can wonder if they aren't here, I hear shuffling, then a curse. A second later, the door is yanked open, and I'm met by a shirtless Liam Mairi, who squints at me through the bright light of the hallway. The room behind him is dark, and I feel a tad bit guilty for waking him up. "I'll be damned," he says. He's looking at me like he's not all that surprised to see me, which I wasn't expecting. "Violet Sorrengail, in the flesh." He's tall - not as tall as the other two he's traveling with, however - and I have to crane my neck to meet his gaze. "You don't look surprised to see me." Liam stares at me for a moment, then steps away from the door, a silent invitation. I step over the threshold and he shuts the door behind me. The world is pitch black for all but half a second before the lights are flicked on. I spy one of the beds, blankets rumpled, and I know that I was right about waking him up. "It's not that I'm not surprised," he starts, before pausing for a moment. "Let's just say that I had a hunch, and was hoping I was right about you." I cock an eyebrow. "A hunch?" He flashes me a grin, the kind that I'm sure has women lining up to try and have him. "That's all you're getting for now, Sorrengail. Care to share why you've woken me up from my beauty sleep?"