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Crying like Cassandra by Minor_deity
Fandoms: Realm of the Elderlings - Robin Hobb, Fitz and the Fool Trilogy - Robin Hobb
22 Sep 2024
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To everyone's dismay, Wilde is joining Hamid, Sasha, Bertie, and Zolf on their most recent foray into the dungeons. Sasha takes lead, helping the party navigate over a dreaded Sinking Coffin trap... and fails to notice the second trap in this crypt. Wilde trips it, and after the smoke dissipates... it's clear that something is very, very wrong with Wilde. The party is painfully and forcefully reminded that Wilde is not only their long-suffering handler, but a masterful illusionist.
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ah, but i’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now by shofics
Fandoms: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast)
05 Jun 2021
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“I just mean I won’t force you to come with me, Zolf,” Wilde says. He feels Zolf’s fingers still, and even he, who in another life could have been famous for his words alone, cannot put a name to the emotion that that causes to rise in his heart.
After a moment, Zolf’s fingers begin to move again. “Where you’re goin’ I’m goin’,” he says gruffly, and Wilde can feel the nervousness in it, but he says it with such conviction, such quiet simplicity, like it’s a fact of nature; trees are green, water flows downhill, and Zolf and Wilde will stay together. “‘S my choice.”
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After the war ends, Zolf & Wilde stay together. They don’t need to have a word for why. Right?
...Right?
Otherwise known as: two asexuals with varying opinions on sex and romance navigate a relationship they were too stubborn and awkward to understand when it started.———
“I followed you all the way around the gods damned globe!” Zolf bursts out. “We fought literal monsters together for almost two years! I pulled your bleedin’ *corpse* off a bit of plankin’ and we had a lovely chat in the astral plane about your worth as a sentient being!”
“So we trauma-bonded, good for us! Baring our souls to one another-“ Wilde makes an ungainly grab for the pen, and Zolf holds it out of his reach.
“It’s like a bloody Campbell novel.” Zolf gives Wilde a helpless look. “And you don’t, you don’t even care if I kiss you?”
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04 May 2026
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The veins are prominent and thick, and as Wilde runs a finger over them and feels the blood struggling through them, his mind whites out. Every thought leaves him, replaced by an empty sort of calm. Clarity. For the first time in two years, he knows with certainty what his future looks like, and that’s something, isn't it? A novel experience, to know what comes next.
(or, Oscar Wilde and the Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Neverending Day)
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04 May 2026
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There is a common saying amongst Harlequins. There is, currently, only one person living who knows what it means, though if the others make it back from Shoin's in one piece, he'll tell them too.
Sasha Rackett and the people who loved her. Sasha Rackett and the people she loved. Sasha Rackett and the past that wields her. Sasha Rackett, and the legacy that others will wield.
The ones who came back.
The ones who didn’t.Bookmarked by Minor_deity
04 May 2026