rainily_03
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Trent looks terrible. He’s wearing an oversized, grease-stained T-shirt and sweatpants with his glasses pushed up on his head like a headband, barely restraining a multitude of unruly tufts of salt-and-pepper hair. He’s barefoot, his face drawn and pale, bruise-like circles under his eyes, which look dull and sunken. The light coming from outside makes him squint, shielding his face.
He looks terrible, and for some reason, Ted can’t figure out what to do with his hands.
“Jiminy Cricket, you look like you got run over by a truck,” he blurts.
“Thank you, Ted, that’s exactly what I was hoping to hear."
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the team goes ice skating.
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how it was to feel alive by rainily_03
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
19 Feb 2026
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“What came next was this: a sound. To call it a crack would be technically correct, Sylvain thought, but would completely and utterly fail to capture the essence of it—the shocking volume and depth, the way it echoed even over the howling wind, the way his heart dropped into his stomach and he froze, for just a moment, Felix similarly stilling next to him.
Then time restarted, and the ground disappeared from under Sylvain’s feet, and then he was falling.”Or, when collapsing ice leaves Sylvain and Felix stranded in a subterranean crevice during a blizzard, they’re forced to come to terms with their own mortality—and some other things, too.
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The Game by rainily_03
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
22 Sep 2024
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“Ooh, that’s her “I’ve got an idea” face,” Annette declared. “What are you thinking of, Mercie? Don’t keep us waiting!”
“Aw, Annie, it’s nothing that special. I was just wondering if we could find some way to use these as a training game of sorts.”
Dimitri’s eyebrows rose up into his bangs. “You want us to… shoot darts at each other?”
In which Byleth and the Blue Lions accidentally invent Senior Assassins, and it goes about how you would think.
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Kurusu threw his darts: Sixteen. Sixteen. Triple sixteen. He had fifty points on the board now, his lead firmly solidified.
He glanced over his shoulder as he marked the points; cracked a smile. “Thanks for listening to me, by the way.”
Just then, Akechi hated him so furiously that he was aware, for a single, transcendent moment, that what he was feeling wasn’t hate at all.
“You’re welcome, Kurusu-kun,” he replied. “Anytime.”