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delphi-dreamin · 8 days ago
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Five Favorite Characters Poll (Tag Game)
Tagged by: @yourboyhack (Thank you, love! 💜)
Rules: make a poll with five of your all-time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.
I shall tag... @sassykattery @attic-club-sandwich @jeschalynn @meggs-live-now @vampeachi
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addicted-to-the-knife · 6 months ago
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I think it's very important that we bring back this inherent understanding that actors are also just some fucking guys (gender neutral)
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rin-solo · 12 days ago
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Every time I see Odysseus described as any of the following:
"Simp" (God forbid men actually healthily love their family and wife a completely reasonable amount.)
"Wet Cat" (What does that even mean exactly?? But whatever it means the vibe does not match up at all.)
"Bottom" (This man honestly has more top energy than literally every other character in this musical including the gods.)
"Homeless man" (He did not spend 20 years trying to go to the home that he has and that wants him back just to be denied his belonging there.)
"Monster/Villain/Evil" (He calls himself that enough. Can we please stop with the Odysseus demonization I am literally begging as hard as Poseidon did in 600 Strike.)
I lose a piece of my sanity.
Obviously I'm not personally attacking anyone btw. I'm just venting. Joking around is one thing but why do I see so many people treat these as canon traits? Am I in some weird corner of this fandom that I shouldn't be in?
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dipplinduo · 3 months ago
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Chapter 7 of Bet You'll Fall In Love With Me is Out!
This one...LMFAO. When I tell you I had to stop myself from making this a double chapter. Unfortunately need to go to bed. Wouldn't it be funny if a bed showed up this chapter?
Yeah this chapter is unhinged more than anything but I just dialed it up to like 13% of the rollercoaster we're going on LOL. Very unique vibe to BYFILWM. The type of vibe of why you started reading the fic in the first place. Suffer. xDDD
Anyways, dipplinshipping content will be coming at you hard next week. Your only warning about that is here. :)
ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~
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holocene-sims · 11 months ago
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a sneak peek for an upcoming (timeline tbd) update 😊
#holocene.txt#hlcn: story extras#consider this a thanks for the kind words on gratitude day :)#i wanna respond to everyone individually when i have time and also wax poetic about how much every comment means to me#it really does mean a lot#it's been a rough year and a very lonely year like i'm genuinely just so :/#i lost both of my grandmothers this year very suddenly and the holidays feel empty now and i'm dealing with scary health issues#i finally had a brain mri after waiting for it to get scheduled since JUNE and now i have to wait on results and undergo some other testing#and i'm losing my mind a little because i planned a nice christmas gift for my mom and it feels ruined because the post office lost it#and my dad ruined the whole surprise of it by calling customer support on speaker phone with her in the room...and she ofc heard everything#i just wanted something nice for my mom :( she deserves it and although i have other gifts for her still it's not all what i planned#i don't mean to rant but i just wanted to add context when i say it means a lot that anyone even remotely likes my pixels#i may not know most of you very well *yet* (trying to fix that!!) but it's nice to feel a little support from somewhere :) beyond nice#and sorry for being absent a lot this year but i swear i have so much appreciation for y'all and i love you and your pixels dearly#i always feel bad like maybe it doesn't seem like i care in return bc i'm offline a lot now but i really do!! i care a lot!! love y'all xox
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douwatahima · 5 months ago
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Did one of these a couple of years ago and it was fun so hey, why not do it again?
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nyoomfruits · 2 years ago
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magic helmet au
some of you might already be familiar with this one because i mentioned it ages ago in a post here, but for those who haven't seen that the tldr is:
charles's emotions are displayed on his helmet (there's a lil sun that dances around it when he's happy, there's flames dancing around the edges of it when he's mad, stuff like that) which isn't really a problem, until these little hearts start appearing every time he talks to max. then it starts becoming a problem.
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a/b/o fic
alpha!charles, omega!max where max gets these new supressants that actually end up masking his scent less and charles is... struggling. because turns out max smells really really good and like every time charles is around him his instincts try to take over and he either tries to court max or do other ridiculous alpha-y behavior things (scent him, protect him, wrap him in blankets and never let him go) but he knows max wouldn’t appreciate any of that because he’s not really a traditional kind of omega
que shenanigans where charles is desperately trying to get his instincts under control while max is mostly just confused about why charles is acting so weird all of a sudden
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driver!charles x programmer! max
max does the website for some kind of big fashion magazine and charles comes in for like, a cover shoot or something. they meet in the elevator, max spills coffee all over charles's shirt, realizes it's charles leclerc and promptly tells charles he lost his last race because he was braking too late into that final corner or w/e before getting out of the elevator and dissapearing down the hallway. charles is. instantly in love.
anyway after that charles keeps coming in for reshoots and edits to his article like a RIDICULOUS ammount (half of the staff is praising him for being so involved and the other half calls him overbearing lmao) and he somehow finds his way to max's desk every single time even though max's department is tucked in the back on the fifth floor somewhere which is not even remotely close to where charles has to be most of the time.
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jacepens · 10 months ago
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I'm thinking about posting a few drafts/WIPs here on tumblr because I just have so so many that I want to give some life to, but they all would the things 'I'm definitely never working on again unless by a miracle'
Soo would you be interested in reading unfinished WIPs of mine knowing that I'll never write more, or would you rather just not know what you might miss?
And yes, this would include everything from all my fandoms. It's pretty much just all of the really old stuff that I still think is good, but I know in my heart I almost certainly will not write more of. (It would be a lot of washette, sorry to my new followers, congrats to my old. Like A LOT that's why I said this is the wrong choice. I'm half serious about that because "literally everything" would just be...so much. But if that's what you want, go for it)
EDIT: and by post I mean post on tumblr!! The only reason one or two might go on ao3 is because they're fully finished just maybe not super polished.
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glimblshanks · 7 months ago
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It's so difficult, because I genuinely do want to understand what the whole deal with Christianity is, but Christians are so apposed to any line of questioning about their belief system (in a way that no other religion is) that if you say anything they don't like they shut down and accuse you of being a sinner.
And it's like bro, I'm not trying to be insulting, I'm trying to understand why this religion is even appealing to you. How do you manage to get so many converts when you're not even willing to answer basic questions about your theology?
Everyone I've found who's actually willing to discuss Christian theology with me is an ex-Christian which is super unhelpful, because ex-Christians are people who have deconstructed Christian belief and come to the conclusion that it doesn't work for them. They're always very cynical about the whole situation. That's not what I'm looking for.
I want to talk to someone who's still into it. I want to understand what actually draws people to this religion ( I do not want to be trauma dumped at - I don't know what aspect of Christian belief confuses y'all into thinking that trauma dumping is an appropriate substitute for theological discussion, but it absolutely isn't).
Like you would really think for one of the most popular religions in the world finding answers to this stuff would be easier. Why can't you guys just talk about your beliefs?
#Christianity#religion#like I just don't understand#if the basic conceit of the religion is that God sent his only son down to Earth so that he could relate to and better understand humans#then I have a lot of questions#because a) if he's a all knowing god why does he need help understanding humans anyway?#b) if you're taking the Bible literally. Why would he then require Jesus to be celibate and die at 30?#like aren't sex and aging and relationships all parts of the human experience that god would want to know about?#and c) if you're taking the Bible metaphorically. The meaning of this story seems to be#that the divine will never truly relate to or understand you. That you are infact so different from the divine#that if an aspect of god came down from the heavens to interact with the people#your sins and the sins of your community as a whole would kill that divinity before it could live out a full human life#which is a genuinely interesting concept! like I would read a novel with that plot#but I don't understand why that's appealing from a faith perspective#is the appeal the act of forgiveness afterwards?#like the divine are so fundamentally different from us that we would kill them but they would forgive us for that difference anyway#why is difference something that must be forgiven rather than accepted?#like do you see why I'm confused by this stuff?#anyways#posting to this blog because a surprising number of Christians follow me here#maybe one of y'all can help me understand
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sirrenhd · 11 months ago
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youtube
something different this time
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prideicons · 1 year ago
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giggles nervously,
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squish--squash · 4 months ago
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where's those ask games about ships I wanna do one with cotl ships like y'all send me cotl ships and I'll give y'all my honest opinions about them
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acoldsovereign · 5 months ago
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{{ also i forgot to say that I got over the first thing that started my weird funk (consecutive panic attacks for four days straight about a specific topic I won't mention publicly).
but now I am feeling a weird form of Self-consciousness that Is Tangentially Related to the cause of said panic attacks and on top of that, my body is purging itself from the trauma associated with it so I just have to Wait until I'm feeling less side effects (which have been manifesting as lethargy + allergy symptoms because yes, the body Does That Apparently™).
All in all, aside from physical weirdness and some emotional upheaval (bc you know trauma stuff and processing it healthily), I'm gonna be okay. Sorry that I've been vague about my issues. 😅 I just have a THING™ about wanting to help myself first and foremost before I tell other people because What If It's Not a Big Deal After all? (Which has happened, and yes, I was embarrassed lmao gkhkkgkgn)
Anyway, I just wanna work on what my brain will allow as my body recovers and resets itself. Since I'm all over the place mentally, there's no way to tell what that will be so uhhhhhhhh, I hope y'all don't mind if you get random asks and memes from me--- (or just me commenting on your stuff because I still want to participate in the RPC culture). Also, I might be uh, posting some of the presents for people I promised a long time ago????????? So if you are a SAP who likes artsy stuff or receiving mushy, sentimental things like poetry and whatnot, I hope that's cool with you too????????? If not, oh well because I already fucking made them LMAO).
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tigorrrr · 5 months ago
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𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗲𝘀 || 𝔐𝔶 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰!!
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Diya could hear the sounds of one of her oldest brothers, Tomáš, sparring with their fellow clansmen as she stalked through the hallway to the training grounds.
"Ah! They're back!" Diya mused to herself and wondered when will her brothers be called in for the next mission by the highest of pure-bloods when they just returned, which would leave her all on her own in this big complex for another unknown period of time.
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The cold night air stung her cheeks, but Diya was used to the harsh conditions of the mountain that going barefoot on the cold, wooden floor did not made her shiver anymore. She welcomed the challenge as it made her feel alive in between her 'inhuman' family. Living for so long as a human in a vampire clan, she had learned to adapt to the harsh elements of their mountain home.
Diya had always felt a deep connection to her vampire family, despite her human origins and the fact that she's adopted.
The sound of swords clashing and grunts of exertion filled the night air, adding to the sense of excitement and danger that surrounded her. She paused for a moment on the veranda to watch Tomáš in action, admiring his strength and skill as he effortlessly dispatched his opponents.
His movements were swift and precise, his eyes ablaze with determination — the baby blue color had more of a chilling, caribbean glow. That's how Diya knows Tomáš is enjoying himself amidst training. As she watched her brother move with precision and speed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration.
The vampires of the Lin-Kuei were known for their fierce fighting abilities and unwavering loyalty to clans they branch under, as the noblest of warriors of their kind.
She pushed open the door of the Grandmaster's office and stepped inside, the familiar scent of ancient paper and blood hitting her senses - while nauseating for others she found comfort in the familiarity.
Diya found him sat behind his desk that faced the entrance, one neat pile of papers on each side and an unrolled tube of paper was stretched in front of him. She could only guess Bi-han is writing a message of their finished objective to the Huǒ clan.
"How did it went with his majesty Guangxu?" she asked after a bow in greeting which he doesn't pay attention to, nor does her brother spare her a glance when she sat down on a cushion in front of him.
"Empress Cixi was lurking over his shoulder, as always. It went spectacularly..." because of the dryness poisoning Bi-han's tone Diya found his annoyance hilarious.
For someone who sometimes doesn't understand sarcasm, a sardonic comment slips from his mouth now and then.
Diya scooted closer on her knees, nonchalantly peering at his writing. "Where is Kuai Liang?"
"He went on a journey to the East, not long after sundown."
"... To the Dragon's lair?" she wetted her lips before asking, a little curious furrow twitched on her white, almost translucent brows.
"No." Bi-han paused his scribbling on the scroll's paper to look up at her and add; "I hope not."
A thought crossed her mind that it was a little village - a special someone living there - at the East-South side that inspired Kuai Liang to go on a journey this soon after a mission.
Bi-han didn't return to his writing as soon as he replied to Diya's surprise. His cold, brown eyes scrunched in a studious frown that bore into hers.
And, for a moment, Diya thought he knew. That he knew before she even got to tell him herself.
"Where were you last night? Searching for a new 'goat', I pressume." laying down his ink brush, Bi-han leaned back with crossed arms, observing her mastered, laid-back posture.
There was relief that swelled underneath her breast, even if only for a short while. Right now seemed like the best time to fill him in. Diya thought herself a fool for thinking she's prepared to have the conversation with him, she does not feel ready at all. "Well... Not exactly, brother."
An uncomfortable silence stretched at an unknown period and Diya fixed how she's seated on her bare heels and cleared her throat before batting her pale lashes at her older brother.
"I visited our.... neighbors."
"Who?" Bi-han grunted, already not liking her attempt at appearing 'innocent'.
Diya's reply was a little rushed but calm nonetheless. "Those under the Altay mountains..."
After another pregnant pause, Bi-han blinked out of his frozen state. He leaned forward on his elbows, nearly topping over his desk and spilling his ink. "Diya..."
"... Yes?"
"You. did. not."
"I did."
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?!" palms that slammed into the wood rattled the small table on its small legs. Bi-han bolted from his seat, blue eyes of a storm pierced down at his adoptive sister.
Diya caught the ink bottle before it spilled all over the place and exhaled softly albeit a little shakily. "Brother, please, do calm down."
Bi-han walked over to the closest window and briskly stopped by it, gazing outside at the landscape with glittering snow underneath the moon's rays and rubbed harshly at his square chin as he surpressed a growl from escaping beneath his ribcage.
"They could have killed you!" he hissed into his twitching digits. "Or taken you prisoner to feed on you...!" the very image of it made his stomach churn. He had sworn to protect her from harm, it has like that for so lonf, and yesterday night it was a close call.
They nearly lost her. And he wouldn't have even known.
Diya couldn't talk him into having second thought about those gruesome scenarios, although she wishes to stand up for the Tarkatans she indeed felt more like a slab of meat than a guest yesterday. However, she couldn't bring herself to blame them for it, it's within their nature. If she could forgive one young and daft Lin-Kuei soldier years ago, she can forgive a hungry Tarkatan now.
Bi-han marched to the table only to go around it and stare down at his sister while being right by her side.
"And you told me you'll be out searching for a gullable person for the next full phase!" his sharp words stabbed her for her betrayal was just as hurtful to him. "The time is short and we can't sacrifice one of our own like last time!"
She didn't look him in the eye, when she continued to keep her sight on her lap Bi-han exhaled longly and ran his digits through his black roots up to his bun up-do.
He paced slowly away from her, close to the door before he returned to her side, a finger wagging distressingly in the air. "You— you disappointed me, Diya. I would have expected something so foolish from Tomas, but from you?"
"I know...! I know! And I'm sorry!" Diya squeezed her eyelids shut, her flat nose scrunched ever-so-slightly as she raised her voice to get rid of some of the heft from her chest. "You wouldn't have let me go if I told you— or listen to me. You'd have only locked me away like some fragile pet."
Bi-han bit onto his lip, with displeasure he acknowledged he couldn't argue about that, when he had already done that before. He stomped back to his seat and sat down with a huff.
"So, start explaining yourself!" he yipped with a sharp exhale and looked her in the eye. "What were you doing there with those freaks?!"
Diya was a little reluctant to answer after the tone he used at her, but she decided to rather play offended later. It would not be wise to be stubborn right now. "I proposed an alliance between us."
"Alli— An alliance?!? What for!?"
At any other time she would have giggled at how his mouth hung open and his eyes were open wide.
Diya inhaled quickly and continued to explain herself before he got the chance. "We need all the help we can get. And it's not fair we let them live the way they do, Bi-han! It's not their fault they're the way they are! We have to break that cruel cycle!"
"Don't be absurd, sister! There is still plenty of us not to be of concern! Not to mention we cannot be working along with the likes of them." Bi-han glanced at his tightened fists on top of the wooden surface, his jaw taut, his cuspids had slightly elongated from what she could see underneath the lantern's only light in this room. "There were not supposed to be half-breeds to begin with and as far as I know they are not our problem, unless we are given orders from the Arai."
He's agitated. And maybe rightfully so. Bi-han doesn't really like change, especially when it concerns the Lin-Kuei code and rules. And while he always aimed for his clan to be better, accepting allies such as Tarkatans is not one of those things he imagined for the future — new Lin-Kuei era under his rule don't do better, like Diya is hoping to achieve, because they are already immaculate.
"The hunters are coming in larger numbers than ever before, and they certainly won't wait for dusk to have a fair fight." Diya reminded him, leaning closer to the desk.
"The Lin-Kuei will bring them to their knees. Do not concern yourself with this, you will not be on the frontlines when the day comes."
Diya's cheeks puffed with a little pout and hung her head, clutching the loose fabric of her red Qipao dress only to let go of it when she saw her ivory fingers were stained with black ink.
"Ach, nein! Mein Dess!" she gasped, arms flying to anywhere but near her clothes.
Diya accidentally but succesfully startled her brother. Bi-han pushed himself up to see the damage on her lap before huffing to mask his groan. "Diya. It's just a micro smear. Not the end of the world."
"Kuai Liang gave me this dress! From Hong Kong!" she whined, fanning her hands in front of her as if she's swatting away bugs. "It's one of my prettiest! And I ruined it! Aahhh...!"
"Don't be so dramatic, after a good wash it will look like it had never happened." Bi-han didn't hold back from rising his orbs at the ceiling, he propped up his elbow to have his point and middle finger push against his temple and thumb against his cheek.
"Brother! Ink is so hard to wash off! Now I need a new dress!"
"You already have more dresses than there is all of Lin-Kuei together." Bi-han scoffed and idly looked over the message he has been trying to write down for Liu Kang who will pass it over to the higher branch of clans.
"Which is still not much considering I am a lady." Diya humphed, resting her stained hands on the table but far from his papers.
A grunt was his retort. Brisk and short.
Bi-han eventually broke the settled silence with another exhale, returning to the interrupted topic. "And what did they say?"
"Hm? Oh. That they don't trust us."
"Mhm..." Bi-han didn't say more to her astonishment, it's his thoughts that were full of comments.
"But are willing to accept if we prove to them they will be treated with respect first."
Diya could tell that from the grimace he's pulling on she will have to try harder. She can't read minds like them but his face said all; "as if they don't deserve it to begin with". Diya never understood why they hate half-vampires when it's them who created them to behind with, no matter if by accident or intentionally.
"I want for our family to be safe. The others won't help us when they know the hunters think that our clan is the only clan left to purge and have the only lead on, we are on our own." she reached his cold hand, her gentle fingers curled beneath his fist as her palm cupped over the rough knuckles. Thumb caressed over his thenar eminence when he didn't pull away.
"The Lin-Kuei... has always been on their own." Bi-han cut in while his sister was grasping for more thoughts she wished to share. "We don't ask for help, we don't recieve help, we help to ourselves, and serve the head of all the sub-clans." he expounded to her the way the live as if she hadn't heard that before.
"But why does the Tarkatans have to suffer when they, too, share your blood? I thought that, since the hunters will come after them, we could have joined forces."
"That may be a good strategy of a leader, but very against our code — Lin-Kuei aren't selected or just picked off the street, we are made." Bi-han twisted his hand to held hers when he felt her losing her hold, he couldn't look her in the eye when Diya's gentle-sculptured face contorted to exactly how she feels: upset, confused, helpless.
She would have continued her verbal assault but it's like talking to an ice wall. Getting an ice burn was enough. She's getting nowhere with his hard-headedness today.
The only choice Diya has is; she has to let this settle between them until next time when he'd be mellow and not so up-tight.
Diya stood up, escaping his somewhat comforting hold, bowed her head and left his office and Bi-han didn't look up at her until it was her back that faced him. A part of him wanted to comply to her idealistic wishes but a bigger part of him have to stay resilient to stay true to his clan his late father just recently left in his hands.
She closed the door behind her without a word and exhaled tiredly before looking ahead the vast hallway and listened to the inhuman people she came to love frolic around after their training session.
Diya saw the younger brother come her way when he turned a corner, silent on his feet as ever, and she immediately hurled herself at him. "Tooomaaaaas!!"
"Eej-ej!?" Tomáš' language switched to his native one as he exclaimed when his sister's face buried into his chest. "What is up with you? Did Bi-han give you a hard time?" his voice quickly lowered to coo down at her, patting her upper back as she smothered herself between his pecks for comfort.
"Mmmhnno." Diya's voice was muffled against the cotton of his uniform before she tore her face away for a proper air and hugged him properly. "I just missed you~ Very, very much." she chirped and her brother swooned.
If Tomáš noticed she gave him a little white lie, he said nothing.
"So did I!" he took her hand in his and began to lead her aimlessly through their big home. "Things are a lot better when we have you around. I swear, your smile pacifies even our cold, brooding Grandmaster."
"... I need to ask you something... You better reply with honesty." Diya murmured when a soldier passed by with a slight bow which she quickly returned, she only paid a little to no attention to what he just said.
"Sure. Go ahead! Ask me anything." Tomáš shouldn't sound so elated but he couldn't help it when he thought they were having a secret conversation. Just between them two. Diya doesn't have the heart to tell him not to be so childish when it's charming in its own way.
"What am I? Other than an amateur witch. Than a pet?"
"My little sister." he didn't even blink or had second thought when he answered, very certain to what he said is very true from his heart.
Diya exhaled softly and tried not to let her shoulders slump. In a way, this wasn't the answer she was looking for. "Tomas..."
"But you are, you dummy! Can't you see the resemblance?" he grinned toothily and fixed her white, stay lock behind her ear.
"Brother. you. are greying." Diya pouted at his response but the corners of her lips still quirked up involuntarily.
Tomáš' hand shot to his breast as he dramatically gasped. "Ahh, you don't say. Maybe it's because of the stress my little sister puts me through! Thinking she's not as brilliant for us, like she is!"
A blush bloomed on her ivory cheeks at her brother's theatrics that left all the Lin-Kuei around stop and stare. "Oh, hush! You're too loud!"
"So?" he snorted and pulled her closer to his side before she could briskly walk off from him, hugging her close. "I'm Slavic. We are loud when content!"
Although Diya will always adore that dopey grin on his face she will never say it out lout or she'll never hear the end of it.
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It was a bit harder to go to sleep after that 'eventfull' talk with Bi-han. Diya stayed wide awake until sunrise and although her eyes stung with sleepiness her mind was anything but.
The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, casting a soft golden light over the snow-covered landscape.
As she made her way up a rocky incline Diya accidentally stepped on her white dress' hem and her red pump suddenly slipped off her raised foot, it tumbled down the rocks, out of reach.
"Not my other dress, no..." cursing under her breath in a Germanic language, Diya made a futile attempt to retrieve her shoe after hitching up her dress higer before realizing that it was long gone.
Frustrated, she turned to continue up the path when a sudden movement caught her eye.
A tall, muscular figure mildly splattered with bright crimson blotches emerged from over the boulders that split the main path in two and gave her quite a scare.
He looked up from the shoe he caught at Diya, equally as surprised to see her out in the open and near the mountain's most slippery, dangerous parts nontheless.
"B-uhh... Baraka?! Why- how—??"
She couldn't smell the burning flesh, nor did she hear the sizzle of frying. No smoke nor fire vapoured off of his pale, scarred flesh.
Diya couldn't decide what was more concerning — that he's not burning up, or that he's came out here (hopefully) alone to the Lin-Kuei territory... Perhaps both.
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didsomeonesayventus · 1 year ago
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damn so how about the latest fe engage manga chapter (tw for talk of crucifixion under the cut not like. horrendously detailed at all but also hi most people may understandably not want to read about that w/ out a warning sjakghsdkgh)
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I HATE TO SAY IT BUT LIKE. kinda giggling thinking about this you're telling me back when I was writing Black Tourmaline (which, for the uninformed, has Alear kidnapped by Fell Cult Leftovers a few years post canon that I finished like back in mid June you should check it out maybe) I could've included crucifixion as a means of torture* and it would've been confirmed a canon aspect of fell worship a matter of months later
damn i could've crucified al- (a comically large frying pan slams against my head, knocking me out instantly)
* tho also I will concede that, while swift intervention + lack of nailing (which I don't think there is any here *squinting*) means you could have a chance of survival, typically the goal of crucifixion is uh. execution. remember kids crucifixion is an obscenely nasty ass way to go and frankly im not surprised it would be involved in Fell worship given the kind of attitudes Sombron takes up of course he'd probably be chill with if not promote something that- if you're lucky -would still take hours of agony to kill you, if not days.
fuckhead sombron fuck you
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that-was-anticlimactic · 2 years ago
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universe of constant spinning, every end a new beginning
“So, do you have an umbrella? That was like, your thing, right? At Claw?”
Ah—not again! He can’t keep zoning out while talking to people—especially his boss.
But… why was Reigen still here? It was late and he always got to work early. It wasn’t his job to stay and coddle his employees. “I—uh—no,” he stuttered, fingers twisting anxiously. “Mine was, uh, "is” broken, sir.”
‘Broken’ was a mild way to put it. More like it got destroyed.
[or, reigen gives serizawa an umbrella]
☔️2,651 words | serirei☔️
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