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I'm Katie, Draws and Writes things on occasion of a fandom nature and goes on tangents about my faves as we all do. I can promise I'm chill as hell and always down for answering questions and/or over analyzing and picking apart narrative text and subtext.Unfortunately a lot of time/energy that I used to have for making content for fandom at large is. Not a lot because woo hoo full time job but Corrin vc "I make my own content." Also I futilely whittle away at fanfiction that I keep insisting I will finish but Do Not but one day I'll get 'em out there. I can do it I wrote like 38k in a month LMAO.Self-Proclaimed Lore Keeper of both Kingdom Hearts and Fire Emblem Fates thanks to them appealing to me Just Enough but also Missing It Entirely to activate the "I Can Fix This" trap card of my brain. Engage is also on its way to fulfilling the prophecy of Maximum Brainrot. Ask me about Alear. Please ask me about Alea-Has unfortunately been consumed by the black hole that is critically acclaimed MMO FFXIV which has an unlimited free trial up to level 70 which includes the Stormblood expansion- (ask me about my blorbo Hesperia)

~ 27 years old
~ She/Her
~ Scorpio sun, Capricorn moon, Libra ascendant
~ Year of the Rat

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And it was the image of Alear’s hand, lingering as they parted, that played over and over in his mind. The way he did not want to let him go, the way he escorted him to the castle gates, paused, then had breathlessly run after Alear’s footsteps, picking a wildflower growing between the cobblestone’s gaps on the road out before tucking the flower into blue locks and stealing one more kiss. Before holding his hand as Alear left, feeling that hand drag along his, clinging, clinging, until fingertips were hooked and broken only an instant later.
- Black Tourmaline, chapter 1: It Began With a Letter (M for violence in later chapters)---His hands cut and wove stems rather deftly, having well rehearsed the Firenese tradition of wearing priceless flowers instead of precious metal as king after king before him had done. Most had forgotten when it started. Some said it was because the royal treasury had been broken into, the royal jewelry stolen. Others wagered it kept a king humble, connected with his people, mindful of his kingdom, and that was what Alfred preferred to think of it. A reason to traipse about and get a feel of things himself, and look stylish without flaunting wealth better spent improving people’s lives.
- Daffodils, Purple Hyacinth, Asphodel---“I am... perhaps... a little excited.” Diamant muttered. If it weren’t for the past few minutes, Alfred would have thought he was sunburnt. Stems and petals radiated around his head, a halo of flora, saintly and quiet against a bashful profile that raced for ways to avoid answering in too much depth, embarrassed to look Alfred dead on the way the most devout of adherents averted their eyes from the Divine One’s visage.
- Golden Poppies (M for focus on mild sexual content)---Mostly, Jade surmised, she was astounded by the integrity and strength of the Elusian Princess’s character. How she was firm and unyielding, so closely guarded, and yet every now and then she would flash in a small, delicate show of kindness. A treasure box, tightly locked, save the moments its owner saw fit to dig through the contents inside. How desperately Jade wanted to see it. To understand her story. She could imagine some of the beats, deeply tempted by the idea of a rich tapestry to draw upon for her writing, but much of Princess Ivy remained hidden behind an iron wall of her own making.
- Dedication---She stood and left, and he turned onto his side to watch her linger in the doorframe. The shadows of the hallways bit out chunks of her, harsh angles of black that made her body look chipped and her skin porcelain pale. The blue of her hair used to almost hurt to look at, so vibrant like a summer sky, but now it seemed like a rich sapphire that had lost its spark. Her fingers became spiderwebs on the walls, little spindles of light against dark stucco. Ven watched her sway slightly, more a statue on a rickety base than a human trying to convince herself to leave. He pulled his blanket around him tighter, a covered fist pressing against his lips.She looked back at him. He noticed her hand grip tighter. Her smile was forced, pale pink lips parting more out of obligation than joy. “Goodnight, Ventus.”“‘Night, Aqua.” Ven mumbled back.
- When There Was Nothing to Remember---A figure steps from the mist. A reflection clad in white and blue, a dragonstone glittering in a hand. Her lips part in surprise, eyes wide, and the two princesses regard each other in a still moment of awe and wonder. The same starlight hair, the same ruby red eyes, the same shocked gasp, the same glittering stone. One is dressed in war, and another in a lamb’s wool.Another comes behind her: a young man clad in the same clothes with the same hair, same eyes, same posture. He leans over and whispers in her ear like gossiping children. The dream smiles, the moment of surprise passing as quickly as the gathering mist. Her teeth are too sharp, too many. She is too relaxed, too kind in her posture. She looks like an older sister ready to play with her younger one.“Oh, I know now!”She sounds too excited, too calm. Corrin sees a wyvern gliding into view, Camilla’s signature lavender hair trailing behind her.“You’re with the people here to hurt Azura.”
- Endless Dreams