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grown ass (it) man. fucking embarrasing.

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reminder

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How does your Baobhan/Tristan treat Barghest and Melusine? Is it like how it's been shown, or is it different?

The same you see in current events and interaction. At Chaldea she's way more calm as there's no need to put up the cruel persona anymore. She's always way more serious about her duties as a Tam Lin so she gets along better with Barghest. She's neutral about Melusine, they're not friends but they respect each other.

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Random Question - When she became what she came, was Baobhan Sith a general embodiment of the Baobhan Sith race hence going by that name, or is it a name she chose/was given before being given/taking the Tristan name?

Don't think too hard about it man. Fate just needed names for the tam lin and picked the ones from species of fairies known in folklore, using them as inspiration for the characters. They also seem to make it that they're not species of fairies but only one fairy with those characteristics. So there isn't any reason for it in lore beyond being names known in proper human history as fairy species and I don't have hcs for it either, since my Tristan goes by said name only.

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Oh how they've fed me today

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Weeks going great

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I can't believe I didn't make a sex joke about Tezca's costume and riding. It was right there. What is wrong with me.

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Tezca finally canalizying his Hollywood cowboy vibes is everything I didn't know i needed in my life. We know he based his human body off those movies because Daybit loved them AND YET I never dreamed we would actually get him in the get up. I could cry.

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Stop.

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what do you mean there's only very hard and very easy modes

I'm gonna start playing Detroit Become Human now, going in completely blind. Wish me luck.

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I'm gonna start playing Detroit Become Human now, going in completely blind. Wish me luck.

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The Color Thesaurus

All from Ingrid’s Notes on Wordpress, direct link here.

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Tezca with his siblings 😭

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She seems amused by his words, inching closer to point a claw at him, almost touching his nose.

"Your kind, Tlālticpactlācah— Gringos! Men from another land, who rode the abyssal sea from the East, and brought war and..." she raises her thumb then, mimicking a gun with her fingers and the act of firing it, "—Fire." she lowers her hand then, and shoves her index to his chest a few times, "You do know me, from here." another tap, "You don't know this face, but you know me. All humans do, because they can't help it, because they're human. My essence lingers, even if my names are forgotten. Your kind made sure of that, hahaha! Tlālticpactlācah!" she pulls back as chuckling, giving a small twirl on her bare feet before moving to sit besides the fire to stir it with a branch, "And yet, we've met here. It is now my duty to guide you. You're at my Mictlampa now, the North, which means..."

As she speaks, she allows her gaze to wander up towards the night sky, so black like an obsidian mirror— and just like in one, something is then reflected back. A scene, a wrecked car, and a lifeless man in the inside.

"Do you understand? Right now, up there... You're dead. But your soul is here with me instead of going forth. What will it be, Mr. Gringo? Will you go on to your trials in the next life, will you stay here and rest a bit longer, or maybe... You want to go back? Up there..."

Suspicion  arises  as  the  woman  speaks  to  him.  A  dream,  he's  concluded.  Not  even  a  breeze  of  alternative  thinking  to  sway  such  a  hammered-in  fact  upon  a  scientific  mind.  A  release  of  chemicals  provided  by  his  brain,  offering  a  new  wave  of  nonsensical  imagination.  However,  he  has  the  awareness,  a  lucid  dream.  It  had  been  a  long  time  since  he  had  felt  the  sensation  of  such  a  thing  within  his  grasp.  For  now,  he  humors  his  new  company,  stepping  closer  to  her  &&  the  fire,  but  not  quite  willing  to  take  a  seat.

"  So  what  does  'your  kind'  mean  ?  "  Brows  furrow  as  she  continues,  mentioning  death  &&  that  it  was  not  his  time  yet.  As  he  stands  in  front  of  the  stranger,  he  attempts  to  recall  his  last  whereabouts  that  day.  It  ends  with  him  in  his  car,  returning  home  or...  Was  it  work  ?  The  details  grew  fuzzier  by  the  second...  Until  it  was  a  complete  and  utter  blur.  "  So  is  this  the  part  where  you  tell  me  what  I  should  be  remembering  ?  "  A  snapped  response  towards  the  other  as  he  crosses  his  arms  in  thought.  "  Just  what  sort  of  book  or  show  did  I  conjure  you  from  ?  You're  not  the  slightest  bit  recognizable  to  me.  "  Not  even  so  much  as  an  amalgamation  of  anything  familiar...

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IM CRYING

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tezcatlipoca and friends (dangerous)

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Two moods of Tezca