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Miles: If I run and leap at Peter, he will 100% catch me in his arms.
Peter B, entering while holding a cup of coffee: Hey, whatâs up?
Miles: *runs towards him at full speed before jumping*
Peter B: Wait, my coffee!
Peter B: *drops the coffee to catch Miles*
#my grandkids are gonna love seeing the third spiderverse movie on opening day#miles morales#incorrect miles morales#incorrect miles morales quotes#miles morales incorrect quotes#peter parker#peter b parker#incorrect peter parker#incorrect peter parker quotes#peter parker incorrect quotes#spiderman#spiderman into the verse#spiderman across the spiderverse#incorrect spiderverse#incorrect spiderverse quotes#marvel#incorrect marvel#incorrect marvel quotes#marvel incorrect quotes#source: unknown
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i have a question on how toons re made in general
industry secret
#dandyâs world#<- i assume this is what youâre asking about but the concept of how i think they were made is just me borrowing from my own oc-verse#anyway the actual answer is: idk#in my own oc-verse i want to keep the actual Process of how toons are made to be unknown to the viewer#but you know you need a reference sheet & knowledge abt the character (so theyâre âin characterâ)& it borrows a bit of your soul to Be Made#the monarchâs court
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i saw ur vamp!isagi and it made me blush the whole day HSJDNCSJAJAN now i wanna see possessive vamp!nagi or rin !! i love ur words sm <3
à«ź Í>âĄ< Íá warnings â please read + mdni ! characters aged up, suggestive, mentions of blood, drinking blood, vampires, possession, pining, some nagireo if you squint, vampire!nagi, fem!reader.
vampire!nagi is a little different to the others in their clan. i think heâs a bit more lazy than possessive.
i feel as though he wouldnât have as much of the trauma that older vampires like isagi and kunigami might do. he doesnât find being one as much as a burden or a hassle other fledglings like rin might do either. nagi was mostly turned because reo liked to feed on him, liked his company and wanted to keep nagi as his treasure for the rest of eternity.Â
for nagi, his undead life as a vampire is easy. he never has to sleep, as those of his kind donât get tired. he can game all day and all night with no consequences of sluggishness the next morning. thereâs no need for him to train or exercise â his reflexes are sharp and fast, sometimes they make him dizzy. how new and improved his senses are. but again, itâs a small price to pay in order to live forever.Â
the only thing that truly irritates vampire!nagi is his change in appetite. eating before was a hassle, but now the desire quench his thirst with a cherry red elixir known as blood is even worse. magiâs fangs ache from their place protruding out of his pink gums â especially when he forgets that feeding is absolutely necessary for him to survive even in this modern day life.Â
âyour laziness will be the death of you, nagi,â his sire, reo, warns with twisted affection â letting the fleshing feed eagerly off of his wrist. âmy blood alone canât keep your appetite at bay for long. especially since youâre a newborn. isagi wonât be happy if you die.â the elder reminds him like itâs a threat. itâs not unnoticeable how much vampire!nagi admires the head of their clan, his power is something to behold.Â
blood bags end up being the solution for the white haired vampire too lazy to go out hunting with the others. he sips on them and whenever hunger causes his stomach to cave in, he doesnât have to move to snack on them. to run after his prey and force himself into a game of cat and mouse for food.
when isagi brings you home for the first time, the clan sees a switch in the younger vampire as soon as your scent wafts through the manor. nagi canât bare the sting of his protruding fangs cutting up the insides of his cheeks, the blood lust that pours through him and darkens the soft grey of his eyes. everywhere vampire!nagi goes; he can taste the wisps of you, hear the sound of your heart thumping in its place lodged on the left side of your chest.Â
throughout your days, you notice nagi staring with his tongue between his teeth and his Adamâs apple bobbing but he never makes a move on you to feed. not because heâs scared like rin, or wants you to beg for him like yoichiâŠbut because thereâs too much effort in feeding. he doesnât know if youâre worth the hassle.Â
vampire!nagi wouldnât know how to deal with prey that screams, that cries and begs for mercy. heâs heard from the other boys that youâre an easy feed with someone you trust â but he doesnât have the time nor the effort to build a connection with you (even if heâll be alive for all of eternity). you start to feel as though seishiro doesnât desire you in the ways that others do. not that it should matter to you, being held against your will and forced to feed monsters with your very life essence.Â
but it does, in a twisted way, it does matter that the white haired vampire likes you. you wonder if itâs the way you smell, you know that if youâre too sweet on some days it puts some of the boys off. is it the way you dress? is your heartbeat muffled by the cashmere sweaters you drown in after dealing with a messy tangle in the sheets (mostly isagiâs fault), do you need to wear something lighter for nagiâs attention?Â
you express all of this to reo during one of his late night sessions with you, his mouth cool against your bare shoulder as you sit with your back to his chest in his quarters. vampire!nagiâs cluelessness with girls seems to have carried over from his human life into the after life. it seems he needs a little help. and reo ever the gossip, blabs about your little crush on his fledgling to the man himself.
âi do want you,â vampire!nagi breaths against your lips, looming over you despite having to bend down to your height. he easily corners you on a day when the manor is empty and youâre left to tend to household chores. the rest of the clan are out hunting. âyouâre a distraction, pretty thing. canât focus on my games when you walk through the house and smell that good.âÂ
you wonât deny that he makes you dopamine rush through you, makes you dizzy at the very sight of his fangs just resting on the swell of his bottom lip. nagi is a pretty vampire, you wonât deny that â and his sudden attention has your world spinning.Â
he pushes you back against the door with one arm resting on the wood above your head , and you find his sudden effort attractive â making you want to give it all up for him. âthen why wonât you feed from me?â your voice is shaky, not fearful and it sends seishiroâs instincts into overdrive.Â
âi want to do that too,â vampire!nagi reiterates quietly, suppressing the growl that so annoyingly interrupts his words. âbut i didnât wanâ it to be a hassle. i donât know how tâhunt like the others. iâve neverâŠcaptured my own prey bâfore.â the way you shake underneath nagiâs crimson gaze only serves to turn on his instincts. he wants to drain you dry, wants to see you fall apart and piece you back together. he understands the drive and the hunger of his counterparts⊠and why they like a sweet thing like you so much. âpretty thing iââÂ
âlet me make this easy for you then,â you whisper breathily, so quietly that you almost donât hear yourself speak. nagi does, his eyes flickering to your lips and then down to every part of you thatâs exposed â leaving you up to his greedy scrutiny. you offer your wrist, just like reo does, your scent strong and divine.Â
vampire!nagiâs pupils dilate and the black consumed the colour shift in his eyes as he matches into your wrist, tongue lapping over the puncture marks from his fangs as your saccharine blood pours into his mouth. internally, nagi chides himself for his own laziness for you taste so much better than the bags of blood heâs rewarded with by his sire.Â
youâre so much more decadent and your squirms against his tall, leaner and cold frame are completely worth it. it causes a pitiful lecherousness to crawl up his spine and curl around the heart that lays still in his chest (though if he were alive nagi is sure that it would beat for you and only you). he sucks and swallows and moans around whatever you give him eagerly, right up until you fall limp in his arms and he has to press you to him to keep you up.Â
youâre only set free from vampire!nagiâs clutched when your darling whimpers start to die down and you go quiet from the blood loss. when he pulls away, however, you instantly search for his lips â preening when seishiro kisses you with a passion neither of you knew he was capable of. you taste yourself on his tongue, and he lavishes himself in the scent you leave on his mouth and his lips as he licks against your own.Â
âfrom now on, youâll come to me when i call,â he grunts against your cheek, allowing you to catch your breath impatiently. he forgets that humans need to breathe where vampires donât. what a hassle. âi wonât need to hunt you, right, angel?âÂ
ânever.â you promise, smiling in satisfaction and running a hand through the very white locks that tickle your cheek. âyou wonât need to catch me when you already have me.âÂ
from then on, around the manor youâre mostly tossed between the fledglings (and isagi, who practically owns you when theyâre not around). rin and seishiro get into immature little brawls over you which the taller, white haired vampire usually wins because his desire for you turns him into some kind of monster that the clan canât handle.Â
vampire!nagi hisses and snarls, claws at anyone who dares to touch you when heâs in the mood for a feed. but when he isnât, youâre sleeping in his quarters with your head in his lap as he games the night away. because maybe vampire!nagiis a little more possessive than he once was. he likes having your scent on him, and his on you too.na
#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#nagi x reader#blue lock x you#bllk x you#nagi x you#nagi thirst#nagi fluff#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi seishiro x you#seishiro nagi x reader#seishiro nagi x you#⧠âËà© â writing#tteokdorokiïżŒ#⧠âËâïžà© â new notification#⧠âËđŹà© â unknown messenger#âïœĄÂ°â©đŻïž â vampire verse
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@fallesto asked: "I've heard good things about you." (Regulus)
The slightest, nervoush laughter escaped Miran, truly unsure what she should say to this. It wasnât unusual for people to know her. She was a heiress after all - and her family well known especially within the high society. Though, it was mostly rather her father who was known, rather than her - for whenever there was a gathering, she would just silently follow him and behave just the way her family wanted her to. Silent and only speaking up whenever she was asked or spoken to.
âIâm really glad to hear that it were only good things. It would be truly troublesome, if somebody would spread bad rumors about my family or me.â, she finally spoke with the corner of her lips, painted in a soft shade of peach, curled upward into a smile. She rested her hands in front of her, back straightened - just as she had learned by many lessons during her childhood.
âHowever, sir. I must admit that I never heard about you, I guess. At least I do not recognize it from your looks. Can I have your name perhaps?â, running a hotel meant to meet many faces - and some would might slip her mind.
#{ Dim light of the unknown ( untagges verse )}#// didn't know to what verse it'd fit the most; sorry; WWHHH#// Anyway - I'm so sorry that this reply took so long ; u ; But honestly; thank you so much for the ask!#fallesto
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it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
#mine#art#graphic design#bob dylan#a complete unknown#i wanted to do ons of these for every line in the 1st verse but did not make it very far at all
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Part of him sees himself twenty some odd years ago, somehow that is a fright and a comfort all in the same breath. Somehow he's outside of Kirkwall, even though it is days away and he is pretty sure he hasn't been Viscount in ages. There is the need to roll his eyes - yet he doesn't not yet, he's saving that flourish for something greater, something that he must write home over, something he must write all of them over. "Kid." It's firm in a way that reminds him of Aveline from ages ago, of himself, of Bartand, of Anders, and he shakes it all aside, as the excitement overshadows anything he musters. Then there is that groan, the implicit one, met with a hand running down his face, "How - Where did you find a Ferelden Forder..." A Kirkwall variant, meaning it was out of his select circle, meaning it was even more dubious - at best. "No." The answer is and will always be, "No."
"But what if--" They know its a losing battle before the battle has even begun. Hell, there wasn't even a fight, so could it be called a battle? Did he wear white underthings today? He may have to use them to wave their flag of defeat. Well, if they don't soil them from the potentially disapproving groan their favorite dwarf is giving them. Doesn't stop them from flashing a brilliant grin and patting the lovely, most definitely stolen, horse at their side.
"Okay, so I know you have this thing with horses." It's more than a thing, they know. They've seen what happens between Varric and horses. It's worse than Hard in Hightown Three -- typos and crapshitbull characterization aside. Still, when innocents cry for help (or in this case knicker at them all cute like when they unhitch them from a Venatori sympathizers wagon and nudge said wagon down a steep hill) how can they turn a blind eye? Well -- there needs to be a better turn of phrase. "But I think we should keep her. Where would she go? She's--" There's a pause, the patting stops as Asha suddenly stoops to look under their new steed's barrel. "yeah, she -- She's a peach!"
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Relationships: Cheng Xiaoshi & Lu Guang Characters: Lu Guang (Link Click), Cheng Xiaoshi Additional Tags: Link Click Bridon Arc | Yingdu Chapter, Coda to episode 3, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Lu Guang is Not Okay, There Was Only One Bed, (because hotels in london are expensive lol), written before EP 4, I just wanted to write a fic where ShiGuang return to the hotel after meeting Vein, probably not canon compliant once Ep 4 comes out Summary:
It was long past midnight when they made it back to the hotel.
âLu Guang, hey. Slow down!â Only when he heard Cheng Xiaoshiâs shout did Lu Guang realize heâd broken into a run.
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First Link Click fic aaaa >.<
I donât usually write fics for ongoing series but between the Live Action and Bridon Arc, Link Click has got me in a chokehold and I just needed to try putting some of those feels to words
#link click#lu guang#cheng xiaoshi#fortune's fanfics#i think i'll probably stick to either LA verse or CXS or QL pov for future fics#LG is too much of an unknown for me right now xD
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They silently slid their phone across the counter, the message in their notes app reading loud and clear:
[ORDER: Two cheesy roll ups, big nacho fries, extra cheese sauce, medium baja blast freeze. Please and thank you. ^^]
The cashier glanced to the phone, then to Fin.
"...what would you like to order?" Fin nervously reached out a hand- tapping the phone screen. They meant no disrespect- but they felt like they were about to cry. They weren't good at being at the mall on a busy day- and all the noise had all but killed their ability for speech. They could all but feel the looks from strangers, their anxiety spiking- further squeezing their throat. "---What would you like to order?" The cashier was now, quite actively, ignoring Fin's phone.
Fuck, they could feel tears trying to gather. Please, just read the phone...!
#Canât drag me under/Too long Iâve been on the run || Finley Well#They wait for the chance I stumble/Fall down and my heart might fumble || Open Starter#Running into the fire/To pull you out || Verse | Unknown#//I've never met a cash1er who was like this but tis my fear#//also yes the mate is trying to order Tac0 B3ll b/c they've gone nonverbal#//the duality of F1n on a good day vs. F1n on a bad day (this 0pen)
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Touches the back of her neck with his cold Fingies.
unprompted | always accepting
â SHITFUCKâ!! â
she spins around.
â h-hitsugaya-taichĆ !? â
â iâm so sorry please forgive my inappropriate language it will never happen again that was so rude of me there is no excusing such inexcusable behaviour i was startled i don't know what came over me i should be more vigilant if there is anything i can do to make amends pleasedon'ttellmylieutenantâ â
#ryusxnka#- verse. äșéąæ§ nimensÄ ( duality )#answered.#arc. unknown#v. shitposting#( THANKS I LOVE HIM )#mun art.
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@devildukem Liked The Go Rush Starter Call (Accepting!)
"Wait a moment...Are you saying that you created this game you are about to teach me, Otogi?!" You can just see the stars light up in his teal hues then, shining as bright as the celestial bodies that existed deep in the galaxy from which he cam from. "That is...That is so incredible! You are truly a genius gamer to be able to create such a thing! It is an honor to learn from you!"
#devildukem#đ Galaxy Treasure (Yudias Velgear)#đ Galaxy Goes Into The Unknown (Yudias Undetermined Verse)#(I told you he'd just gush about this <3#(he's so pure it huts#(You wouldn't think he's a refuge from an interstellar war huh
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Nico: Is something burning?
Elena: Just my love for you.
Nico: Elena, the toaster is on fire.
#source: unknown#book series#bookstagram#book recommendations#dark romance#incorrect quotes#romance books#bookaholic#book addict#books and reading#the sweetest oblivion#the maddest obsession#the darkest temptation#danielle lori#dark verse#made series#christian allister#nico russo
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makes my blood boil
#you seriously call that a nice tribute#the song (a couple verses) was sung by someone else with no mention of the author at all#yeah i'm extremely bitter#a complete unknown#phil ochs#bob dylan#folk music
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â you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. â for Litriu || @abanbas
The reassurance does what is likely the exact opposite of the intent. The Warden's shoulders go rigid, and she goes very still, body halting entirely. Like an animal in a corner, a beast eyeing a trap it knows will cause harm. She looks to the speaker out of the corner of her eye, lips curling back just slightly from her teeth a moment before her expression willfully goes blank.
"I am fine." gritted out, vicious, ground glass in her throat. "I have no need for platitudes or appeasement to be effective. Mind your own self before you think to me and worry of mine."
She does not like to be seen, she does not like to be pinned like a butterfly to a board. And she feels it.
Instinct screams to retreat, to vanish into the shadows, but there's nowhere to go; so the bobcat weaving around her heels reacts instead, hissing a long, low warning to him.
"I am fine. I know myself and my limits. If I need help, I'll ask." words bitten-out and hard-wrought.
#[ litriu mahariel ] i took a little journey to the unknown and i've come back changed#[ litriu main verse: i think we were cursed from the start ]#[ answered asks ] hell is the talkin' type#abanbas#[ i am.... so sorry you picked the Absolute Prickliest muse I have ]#[ she's not always terrible i promise ]
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Vampire shidou and/or rin hcs đ€ČđŸ?
à«ź Í>âĄ< Íá warnings â please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, suggestive, angst, fluff, vampires, blood loss, blood drinking, dry humping, self-hatred, fledgling!vampire rin itoshi, fem!reader.
vampire!rin doesnât easily admit to his emotions.
even before he was turned by his sire (isagi, unfortunately), rin could never find it in him to say what he truly wanted or truly felt. it was like some kind of physical block, in his throat and hanging over his mind like a thick, grey cloud ready to thunder. he processes deeply, but expresses little to none.
that is why vampire!rin hardly reacts when his sire brings you home as nothing but a mere pet, a blood bank for the entire family. at least outwardly. heâs against it, not that he would say, to bring a human around a band of blood thirsty, vile blood suckers â to say rin hated his kind would be treason, to say that he missed the beat of his own heart and the warmth to his flesh would be a disrespect to the head of the clan and while he enjoys clashing with isagiâŠrin needs this clan to stay alive.
turning off every human instinct he ever had in turn for living and instead of death â vampire!rin had no choice but to rely on those before him for his survival, no matter how much he resented it.
ârinnie,â he hears you before he sees you. thanks to his new and improved senses, vampire!rin canât mistake the steady beat of your heart from through the walls. âyoichi said you havenât been feeding.â
your words are soft, cooed to him gently as you push into the fledglingâs quarters. another thing that rin doesnât understand, especially when vampires have no desire to sleep. âyouâre calling him by his first name.â vampire!rin observes, though he doesnât speak unkindly nor with any malice directed at you. he canât tell if itâs jealousy that spikes at his heart or wanton
logic cannot explain you either â a sweet human who does what she can for men who may tear her apart at a momentâs notice. youâre too good for any of them, a delicate flower struggling to bloom in a garden of thorns and rin is but one of them digging into your supple sides and drawing fresh blood. vampire!rin refuses to be like them, like the rest who see you as nothing but a meal.
you are precious to him.
âi know that you donât like to listen to him, rin,â you continue and step into the room carefully, as though not to spook him. âbut you need to drink,â the scent of your blood, more valuable than any gem, flickers through the air and starts a war with rinâs natural instincts. he grips at the sheets he lays on, covers his mouth with a free hand, throat bobbing and eyes wide. he cannot take from you. from what little humanity you have left. âif you fight it, you might die. i donât want that to happen to you, rinnie.â
when he looks up, eyes flickering between an oceanâs shade of aquamarine and the daunting red that youâre so used to (a sign of rin being a freshly turned vampire), he sees the trickle of crimson drip down from where youâve pricked yourself on the finger. you stand by vampire!rinâs bedside now, your face kind â worrisome.
vampire!rin doesnât want to lose that one last part of him. if he drinks from you, youâre no longer the same â rin is no longer human and you no longer have a companion in this mad house.
âyou need to,â your voice wavers, as if you might cry â and if rin could draw a breath, heâs sure itâd hitch. âit doesnât make you like them, doesnât make you evil. you need my blood to survive and i need you to stay alive. so please rin, just drink from me. for me.â
and like he wasnât holding back at all, rin launches himself onto you with his entire body weight â his quick reflexes allowing him to cradle the back of your head before the both of you collide with the floor. vampire!rinâs mouth is cool around the tip of your finger as he gives into his instincts and laps at your finger until the blood flow has stopped. he doesnât, however, dragging his tongue up the length of your arm and over your shoulder â slobbering wet and cool.
âr-rin!â you stutter out, neither in fear or in pain â but instead with need, rocking your hips up into the fledglingâs as his mouth finds your own and you can taste your metallic flavour against the ice sheet plains of his tongue.
either he doesnât hear you, or vampire!rin knows to give you more. he lets you work your tongue between his lips and press against the blinding white of his newborn fangs, then his kisses turn uncoordinated, sloppy as they trail from your bitten lips to the expanse of your neck. life pulses beneath your flesh, hunger drives vampire!rin to pierce the skin with pointed teeth â his eyes rolling back into his skull and the ache for a meal subduing.
vampire!rin canât help it, to melt into you as you mewl and his venom sinks into your blood stream â calming you, filling you with pleasure. shivers run down your spine but youâre not sure if itâs because of how cold rin is or because of how good him just drinking your blood feels. your hand comes up to twirl in his forest green locks, soothing him and whatever disgust he might have for himself as a vampire.
âdonât worry rinnie,â you offer your reassurances, dreamily. âtake all that you need.â
vampire!rin may hate himself for it later once he fully transforms and the man he was before is a distant memory compared to the one aired by isagi yoichi. however, for now heâll let himself be swept up in everything that is you. your taste, your scent, your whines and moans. and let you guide him through the insanity that is his eternity.
#blue lock x reader#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi rin x you#bllk x reader#itoshi rin smut#bllk smut#rin itoshi x you#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin fluff#itoshi rin angst#⧠âËà© â writing#tteokdoroki#⧠âËâïžà© â new notification#⧠âËđŹà© â unknown messenger#âïœĄÂ°â©đŻïž â vampire verse
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"That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees, âThose dying generationsâat their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. [...]" - W. B. Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium
- Caspar David Friedrich, Wanderer above the Sea of Fog
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; [...]" - Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
- Winslow Homer, Breezing Up
"[...] Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. [...]" - Psalm 23:4 (NKJV)
- Joos de Momper, Tobias' Journey
"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. [...]" - William Wordsworth, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
A Soul's Journeys - destination unknown
#praying that you can see the connection im making here#literature#lit#poetry#art#psalm 23#william wordsworth#w.b. yeats#journey#journeys#unknown#literary quotes#english literature#quotes#spirituality#bible verse#robert frost#poems and quotes#my post
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ËËË⥠open - mutuals only âĄËËË
She's just finished practicing her swing, the various forms that keep her skills with her weapon sharp. Beryl intends to have nothing stand in her way. Gods, mortals, and even that which escapes categorization will all fall by her blade. It would not do to have poor form when the time comes. Discipline is important to honing skill.
Sheâs wiping the sweat off with a towel, the glaive-guisarme still in her hand. But it seems like she isnât alone and has had company for a time.
âIs there something you want to say or are you content to merely observe?â
#â saintess of salvation hence turned demiurge of destruction. ââ⊠in character#â the oracle speaks of a place where the black sands shall deliver yeâ yet the deliverance has long been sundered. ââ⊠verse ||| unknown#â the divine came to devour and found itself conquered instead. ââ⊠open starter#[[ in case the last one was too long or specific! hehe ]]
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