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Keith: When did you get home? Levi: Hours ago. Keith: Well, your mom ordered takeout again.. there should be enough. Keith: Tofu poke bowls, yum. Levi: I don’t like tofu; it hurts my stomach. Keith: Can’t you just eat around it-.. keep the peace? … Keith: It’s almost maxed out, is all. Tiffany: It was mom’s idea! Nadia: Did you expect us to go to a thrift store?! Tiffany: If I turned up in the same clothes as last year everyone would laugh at me! Fashion doesn’t stand still, daddy. Keith: Why don’t you wear a uniform anymore? Tiffany: You don’t have to when you’re in sixth form-.. you never pay attention! Keith: You better not need anything for school, Levi. Levi: I don’t. Nadia: We’ll see about that later-.. did you have fun on your little trip? Levi: Uh-huh. Nadia: More fun than being here? Levi: Never. Nadia: [tuts] Rolling around in the muck all week, how on earth is that a vacation? I hope you haven’t brought anything disgusting home with you-.. you wore your flipflops in the shower, didn’t you? Levi: Duh.. everything’s already in the wash too. … Nadia: Honestly, Levi.. how have you not grown an inch all summer? Levi: You should be grateful you don’t have to buy me anything! Nadia: [tuts] You’re going to be short like your father, aren’t you? Levi: Can I go to Penny’s now? Nadia: Tomorrow. Levi: You said I could go after dinner! Nadia: Well, I don’t have any money for the bus and your father still hasn’t paid the mechanics at that filthy garage. Levi: So, what.. they’re holding the car as ransom? Nadia: I suppose so. Levi: I’ll just go on my bike. Nadia: Don’t be silly, it’s far too late! Lord only knows what type of people roam the streets around here at this time. Levi: It’s seven o’ clock, mom. … TEXTING PENNY: don’t come running to see me will u sorry, mom’s being a bitch again… that excuse is getting pretty old, levi.. why don’t you sneak out? it’s not worth it wow ok i didn’t mean it like that don’t bother then

[inahandful-of-dust]

Grisha Powers

ETHEREALKI or The Order of Summoners

Squallers

Inferni

Tidemaker

[sunshinies]

✧° Kokomi inspired names/pronouns/titles ! °✧

art by x ! rq by @bipbopp !

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🫧 names:

adriana , amara , amphitrite , aquamarine , aquila , ariel , aurelia , azure , brooke , calliope , calypso , chloe , coral , coralia , cordelia , dahlia, delmare , delphine , destiny , doria , isla , jellie , jillie , jubilee , julie , kendra , lumina , marcella , margot , marina , marin , marnie , melusine , meri , nadia , neptuna , neptunea , nerida , nerissa , nixie , oceana , pearl , pearlina , selene, lyra , sirena , skipper , summer , thalassa, xenia , undine , vivienne

🐚 pronouns:

shell/shells/shellself , mer/mers/merself , sea/seas/seaself , aqua/aquas/aquaself , cor/coras/coralself , blub/blubs/blubself , dive/dives/diveself , pearl/pearls/pearlself , splish/splashes/splashself , reef/reefs/reefself , che/cherish/cherishself , kyu/kyus/kyuself , cute/cutes/cuteself , fin/fins/finself , sea/sear/searself , fish/fishs/fishself , fae/faer/faerself , ei/eir/eirself , glub/glubs/glubself , jell/jells/jellself

🌊 titles:

the pearl of wisdom , her oceanic glow , the lady of tranquil waters , she who enchants with grace , the lady of the ocean's embrace , she who gleams like pearls , her healing waters , her fearless elegance , the lady of the shimmering tide , she who leads with valor , the one who walks on water , she of the raging sea

prns and gendered terms may be replaced.

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additional tags: @eternoelle @hauntingidol @delusielle @puriette @the-astropaws @cocajimmycola

[eclipian]

Auroracore Sidesystem

pt: auroracore sidesystem

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

number of members: 4

divider credit

System Name: Land of the Fae , Fae of the Valley , The Ethereal Lands , Aurora Collective , Aurora Coven , Aurora Glade , Fairy Glade , Ethereal Glade , Ethereal Coven

Collec. Name(s): Aerin , Calliope , Freya , Lyra , Eira , Cassiopeia , Noa , Lysander , Meliora , Melusine , Vesper , Zephyr , Nimue

Collec. Pronouns: Ae/Aer , Sie/Sier , Shy/Hyr , Cae/Caer , Cae/Caem , Fae/Faer , Fei/Feir , Ny/Nym , Ce/Cir , 🌙/🌙s , 💐/💐s , 🌸/🌸s

Collec. Gender: Aurethesia , Auroracoric , Aurethesia Subterms

Collec. Orientation: Queer , Faradallion

Aesthetic(s): Auroracore , Etheral , Fairy Tale

Name — Age — Pronouns — Identity — Species

Ruby , Scarlett , Lucy , Sylvie — 15 yo — She/Her , Shx/Hxr , Ze/Hir , Grr/Grrs , Howl/Howls , Wolf/Wolfs , Vi/Vir — GNC Butch Agender, Bisexual Arospec — Human

Nadia , Alina , Blair , Deirdre , Aisling , Aislinn , Elysia — 18 yo — Ae/Aer , Fae/Faer , Fei/Feir , Ny/Nym , Ce/Cir , 💐/💐s , 🌱/🌱s , 🌿/🌿s , 🌸/🌸s — Transfem Nonbinary , Asexual Biromantic — Fairy

Evren , Lavender , Juniper , Heulwen , Nereida — 17 yo — E/Em , Ey/Em , Cy/Cyr , Ae/Aer , 🌙/🌙s , 🌿/🌿s , 🌱/🌱s , 💐/💐s — Transmasc Nonbinary , Pansexual — Elf

Sedna , Thalassa , Mira , Damona , Kai , Delmar — 20 yo — Sea/Sear , Sie/Sier , Shy/Hyr , Cae/Caer , Cae/Caem , 🌊/🌊s , 🧜‍♀️/🧜‍♀️s , 🧜/🧜s — Seagender , Genderfluid , Lesbian — Merfolk

[baatarthefirst]

kiss 19. for your "fake marriage" AU for you know who :)))

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

It'd been a little awkward after the courtesan had interrupted their kiss. Janai had fumed for a moment, pacing around, trying to calm herself. Amaya had tried to ease her wife's temper in hopes of having cool heads deal with the situation. She failed, having no choice but to put on a matching scowl and follow Janai after she stormed out of their tent.

They had gone to Councilor Nadia, and Janai...expressed her disappointment; she raked the woman under the coals. Amaya watched, putting up a unified front and glared. But there had been something about the woman. She knew a traitor, a manipulator, and a troublemaker when she saw one. Nadia wasn't. She was a truly loyal elf who noticed her queen was under tremendous strain, and took great pains to help. It was a horrible plan, but she tried. Amaya pulled Janai aside and told her to let Nadia off with a warning and a slap on the wrist.

The queens headed back to their tent for supper. They sat next to each other, their plates sat amongst papers as they tried to focus on the plans for the upcoming festival. It was an impossible challenge.

"I should've punished her properly!" Janai huffed, giving up on the festival. She felt slightly better just finally getting to say what she'd been avoiding for two hours, but better did not equal good. She stood and faced away with a clenched fist. Amaya came around and put a hand over her hers, easing the tense fingers until they relaxed.

"She cares about you, Janai; not just as a queen, but as a person. She was looking out for you. You need more people like her."

"Why? So I may have a harem?" She growled.

"If you want one." Amaya shrugged, trying to look nonchalant about the notion that made a monster roar inside her. She refused to give power to the worst part of herself. They'd said similar words for an audience before, they'd kissed before. This felt different, to her at least, but who was to say how the elf felt about it? Janai was her own person, she had the right to chose what and who she wanted.

"You seemed upset enough with just one courtesan." Janai almost smirked at Amaya's face, blushing and pouting. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous."

"She was in our bed, Janai." That didn't help her argument, did it? "If you want a lover, just- fuck her in her bed."

"What if the lover I want sleeps in our bed?" She cupped Amaya's cheek, something she rather seemed to enjoy not long ago, "What I said, it wasn't part of the act."

To prove herself, Janai leaned down and softly kissed her wife when no one was around to see. Amaya relaxed, her eyes closing and her hands looping around the elf's waist. The kiss deepened, it began to change the tone, from an act of tender love to something that promised more to come.

Janai pulled away, a cause of concern for the human.

"Do you want to do this?" she asked breathlessly.

Amaya rolled her eyes, grabbed a fistful of red hair, and pulled her wife back down. This new kiss was searing, demanding; Janai loved every moment it. She loved feeling Amaya's tongue sneak past her lips, and hearing a slight moan. She loved Amaya's refusal to release her as they stumbled blindly to their bed.

[stromuprisahat]

there's no wrong answer about this I'm just curious: if you had to choose between all the characters of the grishaverse show Vs books, which would you go with? And yes, I mean with all their flaws and writing narrative (for instance show Ivan > book Ivan etc)

Alina Starkova- book

She's a nutcase, herd of psychiatrists could make a living out of treating her. Codependency, self-gaslighting, confidence issues... it would be interesting, if we could blame it on her life-long wasting sickness. What makes her better for me is her honesty. She doesn't want to be part of this story.

The Darkling- both

I can't pick one, I love them too much. I like to think book!Darkling is less cold than we're lead to believe, because we mostly see him through the eyes of his enemies and when we get his POV, he immediately adopts the biggest bunch of losers around. He's more of a wet cat, show!Darkling hopeful idiot. They are both much better than I would ever be in their situation.

Zoya Nazyalensky- book-TGT

I never liked her, but she was tolerable as a mean bitch.

Malyen Oretsev- show

They retconned the hell out of him to make him less of a dick, what's left looks like a nice boy, supportive brother with a name and preternatural skills from the book.

Baghra Morozova- neither

She's a horrible hag and one of the true villains of Grishaverse. I hate her immensely.

Genya Safin- book1 or show

The wasted potential! One of those characters that should've been MC... minus her post-S&B lobotomy.

David Kostyk- book

... because Luke will always be d'Artagnan to me.

Nadia Zhabin- neither

She's only there to prop up the current MCs and gain some diversity points.

Marie- neither

One-dimensional punching bag.

Ivan- both

Book!Ivan is realistic joy, Simon Sears' scowl and delivery of that one speech in the carriage would make him proud.

Fedyor- show, for now

TBH I don't remember him much from the books. He was only briefly in the first one, and I didn't get to him again in the next. I love his loyalty and dynamics with Ivan in the show.

The Apparat- neither

Another true villain. This time in creepy, manipulative, cultish way. He should have burned.

Kaz Brekker- book

The whole "human trafficking's okay, where there's enough money involved" plot...

Inej Ghafa- book

They made her into another religious fanatic. Plus Inej "I'm gonna become captain of the ship to disassemble slavery" Ghafa doesn't care about other girls being sold?!

Jesper Fahey- probably book

I've read the books two years ago, and Jesper's the one I cared about least, so...

Nina Zenik- book

They made hormonal teenager into adult deserter. When you age her up, her whole romance with Matthias is like a Jewish resistance member abandoning her work to save Gestapo officer's life, because he surely changed.

Matthias Helvar- neither or both

Look, I'm all for the story of a murderous bigot changing into a better person, but a.) Book made it too quick for me to believe it. b.) Show sort of forgot what he was doing in the first place and made Helnik only into two soldiers from enemy countries.

Dubrov and Mikhael- couldn't care less

They're just a canon fodder to make Malyen sad. And horny dicks to Alina in the book.

[rikki-roses]

Fluffy February Day 18: Pain

Lmfao this was post #200

SWTOR

Pairing: Setra Rowan (Setra Shan at this point of the story)/Theron Shan

Time Period: Partway through Onslaught, roughly 3 months before saving Satele Shan/defeating the Emperor for the billionth time ( shortly after Scourge and Kira first make their return)

CW for childbirth

Setra was no stranger to pain. The pain from everything that happened on Corellia. The pain that followed right after being freed from Carbonite. The pain when Arcann stabbed her. The pain that followed Theron's actions on Umbara and continued until shortly after Nathema.

But nothing came close to, let alone prepare her for, for the worst contractions. The discomfort and pressure that increased with each. Pain that seared so hot that even the Force and meditation provided no relief. The screams that involuntarily ripped out of her throat. The sudden relief after he was out. The exhaustion that washed over her as she leaned back against Theron for support for a few moments before he (with her consent) had gotten up to follow the doctors as they cleaned up the baby. Setra watched in a daze as he held the baby first, reeling as the pain and exhaustion rolled over her.

But it all became worth it when her son was placed on her chest for the first time. The pain was pushed aside immediately, the Force wrapping around her, Theron, and their child. Telling her that this was right. While Syo had been wholeheartedly wanted and planned (and conceived almost immediately after their wedding), she still hadn't anticipated the range of emotions as the doctors showed her how to hold him and help him latch - the terror that she was going to dop him or otherwise hurt him, the nagging fear that she wasn't going to be a good mother, the bottomless love and joy that enveloped all.

Setra was very glad that she'd already ignored the part of her Codes surrounding attachments. It was like the Force itself had shifted to acknowledge the new bond.

Theron kissed her neck before taking a shaky hand and placing it on their son's head. He then slipped behind Setra on the bed again, letting her rest against him.

"You did good, babe. How're you feeling?" Theron's voice was low, awestruck.

"Sore. I have body parts hurting that I didn't know could hurt. Glad to have him out and not be pregnant. Feels almost weird, though."

"Still want to be one and done?"

"Scorekeeper, yes."

The new parents shared a chuckle; while Setra wasn't one to complain thanks to her Jedi training (and between being both Force-sensitive and a Zabrak, she had an exceptionally high pain tolerance and hid most pain she felt very well), the pregnancy had been rough, the last few weeks resulting in (to Setra's utter dismay) enforced bed rest.

They sat in companionable silence, wearing equally-awed looks as they took in their son, until Theron convinced Setra to get some rest, cradling his son as he watched the sunset from his seat next to the hospital window.

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The first day, the only visitors they accepted were Lana, Nadia, and Setra's immediate family. Theron sent pictures to Satele on the off-chance that she miraculously woke up from her coma. He also sent a brief message and a few pictures to Jace, not expecting more than a generic "congratulations!"; while Jace had attended their wedding and responded positively to their pregnancy announcement, things were still tense with him, and they weren't close. There was pain there still.

Only for Jace to show up to their hospital room the second day, completely unannounced.

Setra had bounced back quickly, resulting in her sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed as Theron paced with the fussing newborn. They heard Jace booming down the hall, causing both to freeze and share shocked looks. Theron quickly handed Syo off to Setra as he met his father in the hallway.

Setra had expected shouting, and was pleasantly surprised when they kept it to a quiet, yet clearly heated, debate. She was even more surprised when Theron led Jace into the hospital room after ten minutes. Paws immediately was up and alert at Setra's feet - he'd been sprawled across the end of the hospital bed in a purring heap (much to the dismay of the hospital staff) - but Setra gave him the command to settle.

Jace's face lit up when he saw the nexu.

And then he pulled out a giant stuffed nexu from behind his back. It was almost life-size, and much too big for a newborn.

Setra couldn't help it; a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as Jace set the stuffed animal with the other baby supplies and started taking stock of what the new parents still needed. She turned her head as Theron perched next to her on the bed. Setra kept her voice low.

"You okay with this? I can put my foot down."

"Yeah. I think. Lots of emotions. Want to give us both a chance."

Setra balanced Syo in one arm as her free hand found Theron's.

There was pain, but they could work through it. Together.

[liminalpebble]

The Refugee: Chapter 47

Masterlist link 

CW: This is a rather violent chapter. Please read at your own discretion.

A/N: This isn't the last chapter! There's a bit more to come so hang in there.

While Lenora and Loki held each other in the dark cavern of the castle, every spare Jotun soldier was occupied on the battlefield under the fearful sweep of enormous blue wings and great plumes of fire pouring from the dragon's mouth, scattering their forces. Nadia, Thor and every allied combatant, from the queen to the foot soldiers, was exhausted and battered by the relentless onslaught of giants. On the village fortifications, Astrid and Beatrice kept to their post as archers with determination, despite long hours and aching limbs. Within the city walls, Magnus was endlessly treating the injured, reverently covering the dead, and feeling eternally grateful that Nora was safely in Asgard with her grandparents in the meantime. When he finally saw his daughter again, he knew he would hold her very tightly and for a very long time, and it would be very hard to stop.

As the gray morning dawned over the devastated landscape, Nadia and Thor were summoned to  Laufey's castle as witnesses for the contest, though the combat raged on. Lea watched the movements of the battle tensely, tracking the swarms of troops, the ebb and flow of advances and retreats, as she stood at Laufey's side.

Lenora spoke carefully, measuring her words, looking up into Laufey's fierce red eyes. “Your Majesty, can you not call for a cessation of combat during the Contest? The war will end, one way or another as a result. I fail to see why more lives should be lost.”

Laufey gave a crooked bemused grin. “I would not expect you to understand. I will not deny my knights the glory of a warrior's death, for it shall earn them a place in paradise. And the empire must know the might of the Jotun, whether as allies or enemies.”

Lenora shook her head. “You're right. I don't understand. I hate to see so much death...so much needless pain.”

Laufey put his hand on her shoulder. “Your ways are not ours, little one. But in any case, it ends now.”

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Laufey and Loki took their places across from each other in the empty, echoing arena of ancient gray stone. Lea was situated spectating from the middle, Nadia witnessing from Laufey's side, and Thor from Loki's; every piece in place. As Thor reached Loki, he slapped a strong hand on his shoulder in an encouraging gesture. “I am proud to be your witness, my brother,” he said with obvious sincerity.

Loki looked him directly in the eye and said, “Brother, I'm glad you are here,” then turned away to adjust his armor and weapons one last time so he wouldn't see Thor's look of grateful affection. He couldn't afford such tenderness at the moment. His eyes met Lenora's and she touched her lips. He touched his own in return, as if pressing the memory of their intimacy closer upon their own skin, trapping it within themselves. He had to look away before long to keep himself from drowning in the deep darkness of her glaze. He was glad, in a way, that he was not allowed a last kiss from her sweet lips. It would break him, but he wouldn't be able to resist it. He had to be razor sharp.

The two kings bowed respectfully to each other from their corners, as a Jotun guard sounded a resonant blasting horn. Lenora's body jumped and shivered at the sound, as her dread snapped everything into a horrible focus. Loki and Laufey circled each other and began to launch swings and blocks. Lea grew hyper-aware, noticing every smudge on a dagger, the flex of the smallest muscles. Everything would be seared into her memory for better or worse for all time, she realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

A hot panic rose within her as Laufey gained the advantage. Loki was a god, true, but Laufey was a giant; ponderously strong. His thundering steps cornered Loki over and over, blocking him with his enormous body. Loki was flashing back and forth, teleporting and sending up doubles with blinding speed, trying to squeeze every advantage from his swiftness. Dagger after dagger flew from the graceful twists of his wrists to be volleyed by Laufey's club, or to merely graze the giant's leathery skin. Loki's cape flew like a matador's as he twisted, spun and slid around the court. Through it all Lea couldn't help but think that his fighting was undoubtedly beautiful, but felt nauseous terror as she comprehended that it might be fruitless.

Laufey struggled to land any blows, until finally the great spiked club did find Loki, with a resonant crack against his spine. Loki growled and tumbled to the ground, rolling just in time to avoid a strike which left a crater in its wake. Now, close enough to do so, Loki shot a blinding bolt of green light, shattering the massive club into nothing more than splinters. Laufey roared deafeningly, like a furious animal, crimson eyes glowing and spit dripping from his barred ivory teeth. Every muscle in his body twitched and flexed, primed for brutality. His enormous claw of a hand closed over Loki's arm, twisting the leather and metal away as if it were nothing more than an eggshell, then gripped like a vice on the bare skin. Lea realized he was about to snap Loki's arm like a twig.

Loki's face began to twist in pain, but to his surprise, the skin under Laufey's hand turned the same cerulean hue as his father's. Rather than twisting and shattering, his arm began to grow with thicker ropes of muscle under leathery blue skin. The rest of him grew as well, tearing his clothes and making every bone, tendon, and muscle in his body ache with the sudden force of his transformation. He was now at eye level with Laufey as their two sets of glowing vermilion irises meet. The two giants began to fight hand to hand, punching and blocking ferociously. Loki took a risk and attempted to summon a dagger, without really knowing if it would work. To his relief a monstrous blade of razor sharp ice materialized in his hand. He pinned the now disarmed Jotun king beneath him, dagger raised above his throat, ready to slit, when he remembered Lenora's plea for mercy.

“Do you yield, Laufey? I don't have to kill you,” Loki said in a shockingly unfamiliar booming voice.

Laufey growled out, panting, struggling against Loki's weight, “No, my son, if I fail, give me a warrior's death.”

Laufey threw him off in a final burst of strength. It was all he had left in his ancient body, but it wasn't enough. Loki pivoted, pinning him again, the blade poised over his throat.

“As you wish,” Loki said, and slashed the icy dagger through the lined skin of his neck. The blood, when it came, was black as ink. The trumpet sounded again, signaling Loki's victory. In shock, he turned to see Lenora hurrying across the arena field to Laufey's side. She knelt beside him, holding his hand as he met her eyes and Loki looked on, mystified.

Lenora said, “Shall I say the Jotun death prayer with you?”

He nodded. “Please, child,” he said in a gasping gurgle.

Lenora knelt beside him, heedless of the black blood pooling around her, soaking into her clothes. She recited the sacred prayer in Jotun; the one which he believed hearing at the moment of his death would ease his path to paradise, to his children and ancestors. He nodded with recognition and satisfaction at her words. A small smile formed on his features as his life waned from him into the total stillness of death, the light behind his red eyes snuffed out like a candle flame.

She dipped two fingers into his blood and closed his eyes with them, leaving two streaks painted down each side of his face, closing the ritual. “Rest now, Laufey,” She said gently, then sighed and stood, disheveled and half soaked. Loki carefully set an enormous blue hand on her shoulder, still unsure of his new strength.

“I thought you didn't believe in such things?” he said, puzzled, still panting from the fight.  

She looked up into Loki's eyes, “I don't, but he did, and that's what matters.”

From this perspective she looked even smaller, and he realized how easy it would have been for her to simply give in to fear of these giants, condemn their brutal ways, and call them monsters. Instead she chose to give Laufey his final dignity, in spite or her trials, in spite of her fear, in spite of how small she felt. The thought raised a smile brimming with affection to his lips as he crouched down to meet her eyes.

“Am I hideous this way?” he quipped, with his usual lopsided grin drawn on his new features.

She set her small hand on his cheek and kissed it, saying warmly, “never”.

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As they exited the palace grounds and gazed across Jotunheim, they were greeted with the astonishing sight of thousands of frost giants already genuflecting to their new king. The Heksejotun had made quick work of spreading the word. On the village parapet, Astrid and Beatrice stilled their bows and looked on, awestruck, as every Jotun soldier knelt in immediate surrender, and every one of their own soldiers halted in confusion. On the horizon they spotted the flash of magic as Loki (back in his Asgardian form), Thor, Nadia, and Lenora materialized before them, exhausted but relieved. They all smiled to each as it finally struck them that they had won the day, and won the war.

@gigglingtigger @goblingirlsarah @unlucky-number-13 @peaches1958 @lokisgoodgirl @thenerdyoldersister @thedistractedagglomeration @sweetsigyn

[ninapedia]

Codex entry: Grey Whiskey/Ritewine/Conscription Ale

Fun writing / OC exorcise - making a Conscription Ale name/profile for all my canon wardens.

Vintage: Warden Viera. Sweet Dreams. | Surana

The thick build up of honey at the bottom of the bottle ensures whatever goes in is tasting of it. Don’t know why it smells vaguely of lavender though.

Vintage: Warden Ny’ari. Mythal’s Mercy. | Mahariel

More of a remedy than a spirit. Tasting largely of mint and elfroot - which is obvious by the plants stuffed within the bottle.

Vintage: Warden Nadia. Feels like falling. | Brosca

If you’re able to taste the notes of cinnamon before passing out you have a stronger constitution than most.

Vintage: Warden Varryn. Still better than what Ohgren’s drinking. | Aeducan

Whoever this Oghren is should be arrested if this is better than they were drinking. It’s brown.

Vintage: Warden Cyril. Drink when desperate. | Tabris

It’s not a title, it’s a warning. The first sip is the worst, after that your taste buds are all seared off anyways.

Vintage: Warden Odile. Swan noir. | Adras

It was probably wine at some point. It’s so red it’s black. And somehow smoother than a rose’s petals.

Vintage: Warden Nika. Furnace fuel. | Kader

Somehow so clear the bottle looks empty. Not much of a fragrance yet singes the inside of your nose anyways.

Vintage: Warden Pierrot. Curtain call. | Caron

How this wine still sparkles is a mystery for the ages. A pleasant pink colour and an al together not unpleasant bitter sweet taste.

[rebouks]

Levi’s house was exactly that, a house, not a home. His parents had overstretched themselves by purchasing the biggest, most acceptable place they could find at the time and failed to save much money since, subsequently neglecting its dated interior.

What little furniture they had kept clashed awkwardly with what was left by the previous owners and the dingy, second-hand items they’d purchased upon moving in only made matters worse.

Levi surmised that his parents’ contracts with interior designers and expert decorators in their previous abode was clearly a necessity, rather than mere extravagance. In the occasional moment of clarity, he figured they ought to be grateful they had a roof over their heads at all, but his family’s disdain was contagious and hard to ignore at the best of times.

Following one too many complaints from Tiffany about the state of her room in comparison to her parents, Levi’s mother had recently, albeit reluctantly, allowed her children to refurbish their rooms with thrifted furnishings only; and whilst his sister had used her meagre allowance to piece together a sickly-sweet safe haven, Levi had done the complete opposite.

He’d gone out of his way to find the cheapest, most hideous items he could find, successfully vexing his mother so much she refused to step foot in his disgusting excuse for a bedroom.

[Welcome to Sim-ze voicemail, the person you hav-…]

Levi eventually found his mother outside. She hated the outdoors with a passion and was convinced the sun would ravage her complexion, but it was better than being cooped up in a musty house she had no intention of cleaning.

Nadia was a lady of leisure, of course; except she didn’t know the meaning of the word and all she did was complain. He wasn’t sure what she did all day, but it certainly wasn’t anything productive. The exact opposite of what she expected of her children.

Levi: The fridge is empty. Nadia: There’s cereal in the cupboard. Levi: I’m not eating dry cereal for dinner. Nadia: You’re practically an adult, you can eat whatever you want. Levi: I thought you were going to the store? Nadia: Your father can go on his way home; he’ll be back soon. Levi: How soon is soon?

Nadia: You can survive without a meal for three hours, Levi. Levi: [scoffs] I’m going out. Nadia: You have piano at six. Levi: That’s tomorrow. Nadia: Hm, be back by eight. Levi: Mom-… Naida: Nine. Levi: Fine.

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[the-iron-orchid]

Some day I also plan to do a massive wedding render for Jinana and Julian, because 1) he is the only one of the group who's liable to want such a thing (neither s/he nor Asra have strong feelings about it and marriage has too many political implications for Nadia) and 2) I want to stuff Jinana into the most eye-searing padparadscha-colored silk lehenga set the world has ever seen, violently pink with a brilliant orange sheen. (Julian can be the one to wear white lmao)

The only thing I'm really missing for this are the wedding garlands of jasmine and roses, they are critical to my Vision of a mixed Hindu-coded and Jewish-coded wedding on a big-ass boat (though leaning more into Jewish-coding because really it's Julian's Big Day lmao). I haven't found any models that really suit yet, might have to just make them myself.

[lesbianasfuckwomen]

Happy Birthday Maki!

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Kasy? Nadia? Lydia? Those weren’t it.

Maki was struggling. She remembered meeting the brown haired girl when Megumi introduced her but she couldn’t remember her goddamn name. 

Kuja? Kugisaki! That was it. Kugisaki Nobara. 

Maki was entranced the minute she had met the first year, happy she wasn’t the only woman there anymore, but Nobara had more interesting aspects than just being a girl. Nobara was feisty; she never let anybody put her down, if they did, they would be asking for a needle in the lungs. 

Maki loved that about her. 

She wondered if Nobara would be up to hang out one day, maybe at her own dorm. Maybe they would talk about boys, girls (we stan the lesbians in this house), manga, anime, periods, k-pop or just be teenagers. A break would be nice, just one day of chilling and talking without lives on the line and a risk of being horribly mutilated. Maki smiled and took note of the thought. 

She would ask Nobara later. 

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Mechamaru’s voice blasted into Maki’s ear. 

“Kugisaki’s dead. She was killed by Mahito. We need to rethink our coordinates.”

Nobara’s dead. 

Maki’s throat tightened. Things were starting to get real. 

“Maki!”

She swiveled around to face Nanamin. Nanamin raised his cleave, waiting for a nearby attack. 

“First.” 

Fire engulfed Maki’s vision. The once blond man that stood before her was charred black. 

“Nanamin-”

“Second.”

Heat seared into her back. She was on fire. Holy shit she was on fire. She fell to the ground, the pain too much to handle. Mechhamaru’s voice came into her ear, glitched and bothered. The earpiece must have been burned. 

“Gojo Satoru has been sealed.”

Fuck this day couldn’t have become more shitty. 

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Maki couldn’t remember a single day in her childhood when she wasn’t with Mai. They were glued to each other's side from day one, a popular thing between twins. The two used to do everything together, whether it was eating or bathing. 

One thing she definitely remembered from her childhood was birthdays. Since Maki and Mai were twins they would celebrate their birthday with one party. That and their father called them a waste of time and money. She could recall her mothers pained attempt at singing happy birthday, how the words came out gritted and short. How her mother thought they were burdens. 

Maki remembered Mai’s hand in hers. 

She remembered the warmth in Mai’s hands, how it made her feel safe and grounded. She remembered Mai’s face as they blew out the candles on their cake, how her face seemed passive but her eyes were filled with determination. 

“That’s why I told you not to go!”

Nishimiya’s voice brang Maki back to reality. She looked down in her arms. 

Mai stared back at her. 

The eyes that once held life were blank, lifeless. 

The body that once supported her, that was once her ember was dead cold. 

Mai Zenin died on May 7th, 2021.

With her, died Maki’s hope for human kind. 

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According to the report, Megumi Fushiguro had unlocked some technique that could be dangerous to humans. The shikigami’s name was Mahogara, and it seemed to be causing the raven-haired boy some trouble. So as the amazing upper classmate she was, she volunteered to help him. 

Somebody should have warned her that she was going to have a mental breakdown after their session. 

How come she just noticed how creepily similar Megumi and Mai were? 

They both had stoic faces and determined eyes. They both had warmth that radiated off them. They both talked the same cut short mannered way. 

Soon, Maki found herself becoming closer to her underclassman than she would have liked. 

They would train every single day to try and get better at controlling that shikigami. Maki catched herself wanting to call Megumi Mai way too many times. 

Was Maki just noticing Megumi now that she had a Mai sized hole in her heart? Or did she actually like being around Megumi? She shrugged all of those thoughts off. 

She’ll let herself indulge just this once. 

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“You should be the one trying to stifle this misery!”

Oh yeah. 

Maki eternally slapped herself. Why’d she let her guard down? She’s a jujutsu sorcerer for fucks sake. 

Itadori’s cries got louder. He shouldn’t have gotten close to Megumi. For fucks sake she shouldn’t have gotten closer to Megumi. Though who would have thought that Sukuna would have tried to take over Megumi’s body? Even so, Itadori should have known that being a jujutsu sorcerer ment shutting everybody away. 

So then why did she let Megumi weasel his way into her heart?

“Sorry I’m late. Give me a brief run-down.”

Maki grit her teeth. She was hoping for a more peaceful day but she was a jujutsu sorcerer. 

A bitter thought sunk into her head but she shook it away. She had more important things to worry about at the moment. 

Happy birthday to me. 

gege when I catch you gege

[3v3rl4stingbr4in]

- Date when it is posted : 20th January.

➘. Welcome to Rung's the Arcana & Last Legacy & Touchstarved blog.

* Byf/Dni under the cut, hope this blog is not too long.

I. MAIN INTRODUCTION

✦ The name is Rung, you may also call me Brain. Whatever you prefer, I don't have any preference on names.

✦ I'm a minor Malaysian-Chinese Thai artist who does both traditional and digital art, sometimes video editing or graphic designing or writing as all of these are my hobbies. Eng/中文 are okay!

✦ Bigender Transmasc Bisexual Demiace Polyamorous who uses he/she/lo/sea/any pronouns.

( lo/lot/lotu/lotus/lotusself & sea/sear/seas/seas/seaself) If you need an example on how to use the neopronouns, tell me. I would be happy to help.

✦ As you can see, yes this is where I ramble and post about the Arcana & Last Legacy & Touchstarved only, probably some others if I wanted to. My main blog is @d34dbr4in. I am honestly afraid to rant about my thoughts here so please, bare with me.

✦ My tags : #Rung's Art, #➣ Rung's RB, #Rung's blabber

II. BYF/DNI

→ Before You Follow :

✩ If I don't post for that long, I'm probably busy with my own life or on another social media app where I am more active. Tumblr is still an app which I find intimidating so give me some time.

✩ I don't block that often on here but I will block whenever I want for my own sake.

✩ I have horrible times understanding the tone of someone's message so I will be thankful if you do use tone tags.

✩ Not to mention my English is still terrible so don't point it out.

→ Do Not Interact :

✩ Obviously, the basic dni here.

✩ I don't want anyone under 14 to be following me.

✩ I'm going to be 17 on May 29th. I don't mind anyone following me regrading age, as long you don't act like a creep.

✩ I don't mind slander of my favs but if you do that specifically almost everytime, just don't follow. I'm very sensitive to that.

✩ If you got anything to do with Dorian, out.

✩ Asra x Julian, Asra x Lucio, Muriel x Lucio shippers do not interact.

Here's some things regrading about me posting about the Arcana and Last Legacy :

✩ I use a lot of different pronouns for many characters besides the ones who are canonically comfirmed by the creators. Like example, he/she Sage Lesath, she/he Julian Devorak, basically a lot of these characters will also go by she.

✩ As you may know as the guy who drew Asrix (Asra x Felix), yes you will see a lot of crosspairings.

✩ I don't think I'll ever post any analyzation or writings of characters nor my fav but if I do, I'm just letting that thought out since I am scared to share my own opinion.

✩ Absolutely not a big fan of Lucio but I won't mention him often. If you like him, that's cool. He's just my least favourite.

III. FAVS & PROGRESS ON BOTH GAMES.

Favourites ↦ Asra Alnazar, Julian​ Devorak, Nadia Satrinava, Felix Iskandar, Sage Lesath

Progress on the Arcana :

( Grinding for coins before continue, going in orders )

Asra's route - Sound and Fury.

Nadia's route - The Lovers. ( Midnight Visit )

Julian's route - The Lovers. ( Laying Low )

Not yet started on Muriel, Portia and Lucio.

Progress on Last Legacy :

( Grinding for stars before continuing, going in orders as well )

Felix's route - Chapter 6.

Anisa's route - Have not started.

Sage's route - Have not started.

Alright, that's all I have to say. I'll update this like in the end of February.

Thank you for reading and enjoy your stay, also feel free to ask any questions or request or anything in my inbox.

[cavenewstimes]

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[taughtdefense-a]

i’ll expand on this later but here’s an unhinged, chaotic ramble about cobra!ethan.

even after the death of the alternate robby & the destroying of that universe, cobra!ethan has all of his memories of miyagi!him. the memory of his death does not go away, ever, & they’re seared into his mind. except now, with cobra!him, he’s on the other side of the, uh, “battlefield”, WATCHING HISTORY REPEAT. canon events still play out as they do (ie: miguel still gets injured in the school fight, robby is put in juvie & winds up joining ck, etc.), no matter how DESPERATELY ethan tries to interfere, either subtly or directly.

cobra!him is probably not nearly killed by silver (i’ll need to confer w/ nadia about that, but i’m leaning towards ‘no’, personally).

[sankta-alina-s]

 @vvilla1n

When a stoic oprichnik arrived with a note upon her return to her suite after lunch, Alina instantly knew who sent it. She took the folded paper and only opened it once in the privacy of her room.  The faint remnant of the sender’s scent was the only clue she needed to know who wrote it.

She was still getting used to being an Omega and all that came with it, intensified sense of smell included. The general’s scent was seared into her memory, partly because she enjoyed it and partly because she’d spent a number of days with him on the road to Os Alta.

The note requested her presence in the Little Palace gardens after dinner.  Why would she argue with taking a stroll alongside the Alpha she’d begun to grow close to?

Alina made an excuse for wanting to get air when Marie and Nadia asked if she’d join them for tea in the hall. She was glad that they didn’t press her as she wasn’t sure how to explain Aleksander’s invitation to them.  Both being Betas, they might have teased her or perhaps thought she was angling for attention of the wrong sort.  

She waited on one of the garden benches shortly after leaving the dining hall, fighting against the butterflies in her stomach. Her hand rested in her kefta pocket while slowly turning over the folded note.