#Dura
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virtual-minotaur · 6 months ago
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Changelings.
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nefja · 2 years ago
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The other dogblr we had a date with was @one-dog-show
We actually had a photo appointment with them and Dura is my absolute favourite client dog now. She was SO EASY in front of the camera.
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duraxxor · 2 months ago
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Good Morning
This is a story designed to catch all of you up on recent events. And is told from the perspective of the duality that is Duraxxor. Please enjoy!
A phrase that I have not known for some time. There was always this bittersweetness in basking in the rising of the day star. The myriads of hot colors that are often shown through in the atmospheric reflection that is our skies. It’s like… an ozone autumn one may say. It always reminded me of the Sin’dorei homelands. Wait, why does it also remind me of… someone?
“A dragon. It reminds us of that dragon of Azeroth’s blood. Delicious blood as it is, Azalora is a fresh slate. Much like we were. Or should I say… I was. Fate has dealt her a chance, unlike I. “
Hmmmm. A fresh dawn, one might say that one is. That’s right, meeting her was an interesting turn of events to start off with returning to Azeroth. Life always seems to find a way, in the strangest of places. That includes unlife. As logical as her mind is, she still has a lot to learn in her experiences.
“And that isn’t just about how she likes her cut of meat and flavor? Everyone knows there is only one way to eat a steak. Hahahaha… “
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Ha! I do hope that we meet again soon. It was a most pleasant experience to have a new face to look at you as helpful and not entirely a threat. Although, that may come back to bite one in the tail. Wait… Why am I talking to myself?
“Really? We have fought against aberrations and had voices in your head so many times and you are surprised to be speaking to yourself of all people? Oh Alphus, you really haven’t been yourself for some time, have you? I suppose that comes with the fact that we haven’t been whole for so long. It reminds me of the current conflict between the Gravekeeper and the Courier. Oh, that was a most painful night, one I won’t soon forget. “
Ah. I take it you are the part of me that is Duraxxor, the name we have gone by for the past what? Decade?
“It’s been a little over fifteen years, old friend. “ 
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Old friend? Look, we aren’t exactly separate entities like the two involved. You aren’t a leftover of my past; you are every bit as part of me as much as I may dislike the notion of me being a blood sucking monster. Why do you think you chose to meet with the Courier and hear her story out if she so wishes to share it?
“On the contrary, I have my pessimistic opinions that she won’t fully share. Remember, while Annaliese Handhour is a death knight, she was also a warlock in life. And with warlocks come complicated stories. Complications that they wish to not share. That is how we wound up absolutely getting our shit rocked when we tried to bargain with the Gravekeeper. We overstepped a boundary line, one might say. “
As if you really hoped to care about overstepping boundaries. That’s always been your specialty in these desolate years of conflict. Let us hope she at least forgives us for doing so in the future. Then again, you already plan to tread in waters that could already place her on our bad side by meeting with the Courier.
“Now see here, I have betrayed no one’s trust. If anything, there have already been a few betrayals already. When one doesn’t quite share their details, it is already a sign of bad faith and trust. And after we worked so hard to bring her back from her second death. “
Didn’t we also have a second death? . . .��
“That is highly exaggerated. That was merely a setback, and we are fortunate enough to have had the Lady in Red as a dear friend. An ally who understands the raw potentials of what it is we have tried to accomplish! An evolution that will secure our birthright to no longer be a curse! A monster fraternizing with another monster. “
Is that really what you tell yourself? You and I both know if she had to choose between herself and us, it would always be herself. Even so, I can’t help but feel like I know her from the past. A deep, forgotten memory that goes all the way back to my childhood? Why do you think that is? 
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“That is precisely the point I wish to make about your confusion in speaking amongst yourself. Though the name Duraxxor may have come from the Scourge itself, I have always lived within you, Alphus. I am as much Alphus as you are. And yet, I am your shadow within your soul. “ 
. . . The darkest thoughts that were born from our curse. The beast of rage and the chaos that swirls within our heart. You mean to tell me you are exactly what was learned within the Shadowlands? You are that fragment of my soul that is foul and destructive? 
“I suppose if you wish to look at it that way? Yes. Except I am the beast, as you put it, that has kept us ongoing ever since you crumbled into tiny, little shards of a mirror that were once your core memories. Memories that have only returned because we finally. . . “ 
You are trailing off. You realize it too, don’t you? The woman before us at this moment. She was the key, and she has always been that key even before I died. I wish I had known sooner who I originally was in life. I wouldn’t be sitting here, holding her hand with a severed ring finger. My beloved wife. . .
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“It’s not entirely your fault, Alphus. What could you do? If anything, it was my fault. It was I who chose to believe in the bitter rumors that were plastered into the minds of even our blood children. Ravlynn and Aiden couldn’t know. The legacy of that foul man was nothing more than a children’s bedtime story in their hearts. Instead of investigating that claim all those years ago, I bitterly snarled and refused to acknowledge the emotion that is love born of understanding and kindness. That is why I made the mistake of trying to wed one of my own kind. A lie in a lie. All this time, I had been chasing pieces of your wife because of old emotions I didn’t quite understand. Because as much as it pains me to admit, I am quite the malevolent thing when it comes to what makes Duraxxor. “ 
We both have our sins, Duraxxor. I have over five hundred years' worth of questionable morality. It’s not about the wrong and right we do. It’s about how we choose to live. To fight. People live and they also die. For what purpose, that is up to them even if another force chooses to intervene. And this lady. This woman. She chose to continue to live even in the worst possible conditions because she chose to hold onto hope. Hope that WE will come for her. 
“Hmph. You mean YOU come for her. This isn’t some fairy tale that w- “
Cutting yourself off again, I see. You know that was always a nasty habit. Tell me, how did the story go again? The one she told the kids. You heard it once from them, right? 
“. . .Once upon a time there was a monster, most feared by all in the land. It was a terribly angry thing, all teeth and claws. Where it walked, death followed close behind. There was also a very sad princess, who lived in the land. They say she cried so much that she put the rains to shame. The king and queen wanted the princess to marry a grand duke, but he was ugly and wicked. Rotten straight to the core. The princess cried all day and all night, because she didn’t love the duke. She could never love a man like him.”
And with good reason. Ostidal Tindervale always was quite the pisspot of a noble.
“Now that I have had the luxury of meeting that excrement, quite so. Anyhow, she told the man that she didn’t want to marry the duke, that her parents were leaving her no choice. The man took her hand, stared deep into her eyes, and told her she -always- had a choice. “
Oh, that sounds vaguely familiar. It almost sounds like something you have said once before. That WE have said before. There is always a freedom of choice.
“Are you going to keep interrupting me? The man told the princess that she could run away. He took her far away… and even though her family sent many men to retrieve her, the man killed them without mercy to protect her. that he would protect her, help her get far away from there so that she could finally be free. He was so brutal in his efforts, that it was only a matter of time before the princess realized that the man who saved her was also the monster that everyone else feared. It didn’t matter to the princess though, because by then she’d realized that she’d fallen for the monstrous man… and he was with her. “
Here comes my favorite part of the whole thing. . .  
 “They ran away together, married, KISSED… and lived happily ever after! ~ Mwah Mwah Mwah Mwah!~ “
It’s a wonder you and I haven’t died more than twice with how insufferable you can be, you know that? Do you understand now what I am getting at?
“Of course I do! Duke the puke was a horrid pisspot that never let things go. History has a tendency to repeat itself and the monster in the story was always. . . Me. “ 
It was you and I both, wasn’t it? That numb feeling even before death where one after another, we killed people that threatened our livelihood. Her livelihood. It didn’t matter who they were, what their status quo was, or even if they were the Regent Lord himself, we fought for what we felt was the right choice to make. We didn’t let others dictate it. The shadow that turned monster because the world labeled us the moment we came out of the womb. 
“And speaking of Arrydhalia, I believe it’s time I let you have the floor completely. I have… certain, internal affairs to take care of. I’m sure you will intermingle really soon. “ 
The timing was always impeccable for us both. But, as usual, he wasn’t a dishonest creature by any means. I looked upon the face of the storyteller that had passed my legacy onto our children through story. Sunken eyes with discolored skin begin to crinkle and stir as the light of the daystar bled through the window. The grasp onto the hand that lacked a wedding finger tightened. Where said finger would interlock like, the tips of chew nubs pressed against one another like some sort of a pact. No other would have this finger, just as she promised in her own, darkest hour. And yet, as the light caressed her dark curls and brought those azure eyes to creep open, I felt this desire to sing an unfamiliar song about the day.
So Good mornin’ Good mornin’ Sunbeams will soon smile through. Good mornin’ Good mornin’ to you and you and you and you.
[ Tagging for direct mentions: @azalora-the-azerite-dragoness , @gravekeeper-anna , @safrona-shadowsun , @sanguinesorceress , and a special thank you to @nyyght not only for Arrydhalia's character but the fairy tale story that started it all. ]
[ Art credits also go to the following: @frrrozi for Azalora, @handhourgalleries for Gravekeeper and Safrona, and @caladhel-iarian for Malakortana and me for the shot of Arrydhalia sound asleep. ]
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documenting-apartheid · 6 months ago
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JANUARY 16 2024- "A Palestinian shop owner said Israeli troops used him as a human shield to protect themselves during a raid on the town of Dura in the occupied West Bank."
"Mobile phone footage showed Baha Abu Ras being marched up a street by a soldier who guided him from behind with one hand and kept a rifle resting on his shoulder with the other. Two Israeli soldiers advanced carefully behind them, their rifles raised."
"Abu Ras said he had been taken from his mobile phone shop on Monday in Dura, near the city of Hebron, after Israeli soldiers searched the premises during a raid in which Palestinian officials said two Palestinians were shot dead."
"He (the first soldier) told me that he will use me as a human shield, that young people shouldn't hurl stones," Abu Ras told Reuters. "'You will walk in front of me.' That's what happened and he took me toward the centre of the town."
"When asked about the incident, the Israeli military had no immediate comment." 
Source: Reuters
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mattprower · 5 days ago
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homero dura
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(happy 35th to the simps)
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viejospellejos · 2 years ago
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No falla nunca
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durararaofficial · 5 months ago
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BLOG RULES
NO yumasaki blogging please. I dont know who you are and you look kind of
Repulsive to be honest I just don't want you interacting with me man and we're remeving you from the anime from now on man im sorry i didn't want it to come to this but you're really ugly so we have to kill you off in the anime DURARARA!!.
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ragazzoarcano · 1 year ago
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“Abbiamo perso un sacco di vite credendo alle persone sbagliate
Che ricominciare ogni volta è dura.”
— Lorenzo Meozzi
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teabunnee · 9 months ago
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Noticed something in AFK ArenaTV Tropes
I was reading the Other page for characters and...
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It's interesting how much TV tropes blames Dura for Annih's downfall, and how it tries to make Annih more...sympathetic? Especially since, you know, Dura died because of Annih.
Feel very different to the Wiki on the Fandom.com too.
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virtual-minotaur · 6 months ago
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Adventurer relationships.
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tsalmu · 1 year ago
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Aphlad - Gad of village 'Anat (Anath) on the Euphrates Dura Europos, Syria 54 CE Source: The Pantheon of Palmyra by Javier Teixidor, 1979
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duraxxor · 1 month ago
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Out of all the bats, the bad dad has to have at least one favorite right? Why that one?
The Lord sat there with a bit of silence about him as the shadows seemed to bring about the question of who his favorite bat was. That was a difficult question to inquire about due to the nature of it. He loved all of his bats, even the ones that didn't quite adore him as much back. The small ones. The larger ones. The cute ones. The vicious ones. Even that perverted one named Silverbolt. But we don't talk about Silverbolt. Not unless you wish to lose your sanity.
There was one, however, that came before them all. The largest of them and the very first he had ever owned. Outstretched, his left arm was placed over the table. Crimson eyes faded out, ghostly bangs veiling them as he bowed his head out of respectful memoir to his very first companion, he had ever had the honor of finding when he was but an ignorant, vampiric creature. And from his palm, materialized a rather long fang tooth. This fang measured in at about ten inches in length with a maximum width of five inches around the largest section of its crown.
" Nightterror, who I once called Nightbane before she became quite the formidable creature. "
He remembered her high frequency of echolocation well. It was quite the volume even at her younger years. His lips curled, as memories played out in the back of his mind. When he first met her, she was a wounded whelp that he willing gave his blood to in order to help her survive. What he didn't realize at the time was his own blood offering had changed her biological make-up entirely. She grew intelligent and much larger at quite the pace. For the longest time, the disguised death knight known as Duraxxor Deathcleave would call this creature his mighty steed to the air. For nearly an entire decade, he would introduce other bat species to his menagerie, and she declared herself to be the alpha female, breeding with only those deemed worthy in her eyes. By this point, she was already too large to travel around with her master at all times.
But tragedy fell upon her as had become ravenous in her hunger and age, unable to self-sustain her size until finally, she passed away of her own stress. For the first time, Duraxxor as a fraction of his former self, felt as though he had lost a loved one. But rather than bury the old bat, he had decided as another proof of his loyalty to the Sanguine Sorceress, he would gift Nightterror's corpse as a token. It is unknown if the Sorceress had ever used this creature's remains. But it was not likely, as Lord Daevara would have been the first to likely know of his companion's return.
Teeth now bore as he clutched that tooth back into his hand with a tight grip, enough to draw a bit of blood. For the fang he had kept wasn't a symbol of the passion he shared with his flying children, but a representation of the rage within him that could compare itself to the ravenous nature that Nightterror had. And so, he smiled solemnly on the matter.
" One day, little one. One day you may sing again, and your song will be glorious. "
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[ Tagging @sanguinesorceress for mentions in this batty ask ]
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almostlookedhuman · 4 months ago
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annikavelde · 1 year ago
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Thank you so much Endi (left) for helping me with this! You can find her version here when she posts it! I will add credits for her oufit based off of what I know, if I miss something and you want to know, leave a comment and I will update when possible♥
-RIGHT- .:ANATOMY:. Head: LeLutka - Ceylon Body: Ebody - Reborn Hair: TRUTH - Rain *NEW* @ Anthem
.:CLOTHING:. Headband: AYO - Fluffy Headband Ears Choker+Chain: Vincue - Hollie Garter Choker updated for Ebody Outfit: Vermilion - Soft Touch *NEW* @ Kinky Bra: TRIGGERED - Ori Bra *NEW* @ Kinky
-LEFT- .:ANATOMY:. Head: LeLutka - Raven Body: Ebody - Reborn
.:CLOTHING:. Headband: AYO - Fluffy Headband Ears Outfit: Vermilion - Soft Touch *NEW* @ Kinky Bra: TRIGGERED - Ori Bra *NEW* @ Kinky
-CENTER- .:ANATOMY:. Head: LeLutka - Eon Body: Legacy - Athletic Hair: Dura - NA38 *NEW* @ TMD
.:CLOTHING:. Cigarette: RZ - Deadly Cigarette Necklace: Random Matter - Zakei Choke Chain Top: GABRIEL - Torn Shirt & Tie - Black
.:SCENE:. Background: TROPIX - Corner of Pleasure Left Pose: Babyboo - Daisy Center Pose: K&S - Real One modified arm using Animare Right Pose: Babyboo - Oaklyn
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nagi08 · 5 months ago
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DURA U128 📌ACCESS DAE Double Cross📌LEVEL DAE 4048 oxygen mask PACK 📌mainstore Gabriel Take off jacket , Torn denim pant , basic net tops [BOM] for men📌mainstore
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leregirenga · 9 months ago
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Te he segmentado, fracturado, roto, he sido dura contigo y cuando se trata de criticarte te he dejado hecha polvo o en pedazos. He sido tu peor juez, jurado y verdugo.
Ya no más, ya no te haré eso mi niña de ayer, mi joven del pasado, mi dama de la posteridad, mi mujer madura de hoy.
Dicen que nunca es tarde para empezar, para reconciliarte con la que fuiste y con la que ahora eres. Seré buena, bondadosa, linda, cariñosa, amable, empática, cordial, humilde, amorosa conmigo misma de hoy en adelante. Me reflejare en el espejo y diré: estás hermosa, eres fuerte, tu puedes, sigue así!
Leregi Renga
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