#thriceborn

[sermonsonthecouch]

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[thelefthandedalmanac]

The 12 Steps of Discovery

1) We admitted we were powerless over our circumstance, that our lives had become unmanageable.

2) We came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.

3) We made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood them.

4) We made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.

5) We admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our inventory.

6) We were entirely ready to have God remove these defects of character.

7) We humbly asked them to remove our shortcomings.

8) We made a list of all persons we had harmed and became willing to make amends to them all.

9) We made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except where to do so would injure them or others.

10) We continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.

11) We sought through prayer and meditation to improve our concious contact with God as we understood them, praying only for knowledge of their will for us and the power to carry that out.

12) Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to to those who are still suffering, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.

[crownedinmarigolds]

Fangfest 2024 - Day Two - The Magician Dr. Nythanel Glenn Loken, PHD! He is the Magician, a card that represents new beginnings and opportunities, as well as the manifestation of your goals. Nyth has always seized opportunity wherever he goes, from his body to his education to his job to his relationships. A Thinblood bore from his lover Tremere sire, an "unfortunate" quirk during his Embrace but the hardship has made him tough as nails and an absolute fighter. Thriceborn, born human, reborn a Thinblood, then brought back anew after a near-fatal injury by his Giovanni best friend, Nythanel will never waste a second honing himself during his hopefully infinite existence. Fangfest Day Two - Electric Boogaloo! Yay!

[musings-of-a-mecha-ghost-girl]

Lore Post: The Mystery of Resurrection

The Mystery of Resurrection used to be a practice of consent and gratefulness for life to the Ptolemites who developed it in pre-Mythraic Ptolema. The communion fungus was revered and cultivated in the temples to their major god, Galaxias, the cosmic dragon who encompasses all of reality and existence in their mythology. It is said that the fungus was a conduit to communion with Galaxias (as it's known in the language of the Hellenites), and that it brought you closer to eternity. The deity was even "discovered" by the Ptolemite Twiceborns and Thriceborns who said that the fog in their minds reminded them of a dragon made of stars who held the world in the twinkle of its eyes.

It was only ever given to monastics and pharaohs who wished to partake of it, unlike how the Mythraic Empire uses it to keep their best soldiers on the battlefield for generations. Once the practice of the Ptolemite gods was forbidden during the conquering of Ptolema, St. Yiannis Mythrasized the ritual, appropriating it to Mythras worship. At first, it was limited to the Emperor, but the issue arose that with the worship of the Ptolemite gods being banned, there was nobody around who knew the actual amount of the communal fungus that the kings and queens of Ptolema had applied to them, as it was one of the few things St. Yiannis couldn't translate or find a reference to. The amount that was applied to Emperor Mythras II drove him to madness and ramblings, leaving his son, Mythras III to take over the empire at the age of sixteen.

Mythras III continued his father's conquest to spread the empire across the continent, struggling to reach much further south than the Ptolemite Sahara and much further north than the Ararati Mountains. He had come to the conclusion that it wasn't the natural landmarks that stood in his way, but it was actually that he didn't have his father's greatest generals at his disposal, seeing how a majority of them had died. Emperor Mythras III then had the idea that in order to never lose that level of military might again, he must have soldiers who can live semi-eternally. He commissioned priests from the Temple to experiment with the mystery of Resurrection at once, helmed by one bishop by the name of Fr. Zosimos of Rhakotis in Northern Ptolema.

Fr. Zosimos' experiments left his staff a rotating door, as most priests commissioned to his work often left being unwell and traumatized at the levels of his experiments and the horrors they were forced to commit to innocent civilians. One such innocent was a child by the name of Fatima, the daughter of a priest named Fr. Faruk, who was killed, then brought back again repeatedly as a punishment to the priest for disobeying one of Zosimos' commands to do the same to a different child who was homeless on the streets. Each time his daughter was killed and brought back, he was forced to watch and take notes. Each time he tried to comfort his child, and each time, a little more of his child had slipped away from her eyes. She grew colder, more clammy, until finally, the last moments where she was still present in her frontal consciousness, she cried for her father to hold her and begged him for one final death. Fr. Faruk broke her neck and snuck out with her body, to give her a proper burial with her favorite flowers and the doll her mother had left her. She could finally rest. Zosimos congratulated Faruk on the data collected by his torture, telling him that all must sacrifice for the good of Mythras and His eternal kingdom. Faruk left the next morning, swore a vow of silence, cut out his own tongue, and resolved to live the rest of his life as a monastic hermit in the desert, seeking repentance for what he had done for Fr. Zosimos.

With that, they learned that too many resurrections over a short period of time would break the minds immediately, which became it's own form of creating feral Thriceborn for arena fights and gory executions for entertainment. The first Twiceborn and Thriceborn proper was Zosimos himself, having eventually found the proper amount to resurrect someone without the negative sideffects. This was then applied to soldiers and generals who proved exceptional service in the lines of expansion. Mythras III was thirty by the time he finally had his undying army. It's said that Zosimos' final death was at the hands of an assassin in the middle of the night, with the words "For Faruk and for Fatima" carved into his forehead.

[duruscorde]

tiny thing continued from here with @silverfaxg

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"Not currently."

As close to the truth as it'd get. She had been, at some point, but had healed herself with relative ease.

"You worry too much. As if I'd let myself get hurt that easily."

And- there went a decidedly not clean hand absently patting Kaida on the head.

[duruscorde]

Nevermind, she was definitely a Hyuuga.

Not for the first time that morning, Chie regretted her offer to help out with the medical forces in Konoha. The world as a whole might have had a happy ending once the War was won, but many tended to forget about the chaos that came afterwards. The lack of homes, amount of people lost, and overall struggle for some sense of order.

Konohagakure had always been a resilient village, and they'd gotten back on their feet quicker than what could be said of the other elemental nations. But that didn't mean they'd been spared from loss, and suffered shortages all the same- namely in medics. And while Chie didn't like to show favoritism towards any one place, she also refused to shirk her duty and oath.

Already, she'd been here three months, and that was two months too long.

'Just try,' Teruko had said earlier, essentially giving her the boot from the hospital, 'If anyone can get along with the Hyuuga, it's you.'

Clearly, she was wrong.

"As much as I'd love to be spending my time doing something much more tolerable, Hyuuga-san, I'm here on orders from the hospital." Not officially, but hardly anyone had the time or patience to fill out paperwork nowadays. "They're planning on having us work together for an indeterminate amount of time. So unless you want to ruin your pretty face with stress lines, it'd do you good to get used to having a disturbance such as myself around for long periods of time."

duruscorde:

‘Is this woman really a Hyuuga?’

The thought rattled around in Chie’s brain, though she managed to keep it to herself even as her irritation ticked up a few more notches. Over the years, she’d had most of the major clans categorized neatly into stereotypes and personalities, but there were a few exceptions now and again. Sometimes that was a good thing, and others… Well.

“I understand that your family may not be eager to accept outside help, Hyuuga-san, but with how the recent generation has turned out, I’d hoped you’d find yourself making a less…”

‘Idiotic.’

“…injudicious decision for your branch.”

Both eyebrows rose for a moment while trying to keep from snorting. Turly, what kind of individual did she stumble upon this time…?? Talking about the recent generation in a bad manner, something she clearly didn’t agree with. Change was finally happening within the Hyuuga clan, and they didn’t need anyone who seemingly did not agree to intervene, the Hyuuga elders were a menace on their own. 

“ I’m at a disadvantage here for not knowing who you are. Besides, I’m familiar with most people who are even in the slightest degree important to my clan - my caste in particular, clearly you’re not one of them. Meaning, whatever you’ve got to offer is of no use. However, I might have lent you an ear if it wasn’t for your insolence. I suggest you take it up with the Hyuuga representatives instead.”

“ If nothing else, I’d like to continue my day without the disturbance which is you. No offence. That’s actually a lie…please, do take offence.” Shinju smiled kindly as she bowed. Not willing to interact any further at this point.

@duruscorde

[witch-of-stem]

The many lives and paths of the Thriceborn, both remembered and forgotten.

A lone eliksni who traveled from mighty house to mighty house in quest equal parts of safety and power; coeniks joined house salvation alongside eramis after the fall of the devil splicers. As salvation was destroyed around her she journeyed down into the depths of the exoscience and met Clovis Bray's god head not as an enemy, but a supplicant. Due to the AI's newfound ideal to become the Universal Nexis of Interspecies Development and the Eliksni's loyalty to both him and Elsie causing her to act as a pseudo-Archon a new house flourished quietly within creation; the House of Bray. Coeniks-1 is born as the first of a lineage of new exo bodies: ones meant to be created to fit numerous species and spread Clovis's ideals beyond humanity. She passed within the European Dead Zone attempting to claim a piece of black armory tech so House Bray may accelerate development; the death of this loyal and clever being drew the travelers attention and led to the birth of Coeniks-1, the thriceborn, during the endless night. Learning the path of the sacred splicer from Mithraaks-kel, gaining knowledge of her own past from Variks of house judgment, and finding the history of both bray and herself alike within the bunkers of the cosmodrome causes Coeniks to see herself as one rescued from a path of fools by the Great Machine, and uses her light to protect those who shelter beneath it by any means necessary.

[datorchoe]

New TES Heros! :D

So, I decided to scroll through every single game and make MC’s for each one and I’ve come up with them all! Pls don’t judge the drawings I didn’t spend more than 15 minutes on each lol. If you have any questions about them your welcome to ask :) 

SPOILERS FOR BATTLESPIRE, STORMHOLD, DAWNSTAR, SHADOWKEY

Florentius Ashton

- Florentius is an Imperial man. He is the MC of Battlespire, aka ‘The Apprentice’. 

- He was born in the Imperial City and was raised on the streets by his parents. Other than that, he had a pretty normal childhood. When he was around 16, he met a Imperial woman named Petile. He immediately fell in love with her and decided he would marry her the first opportunity he got. He began training in swordplay, in hopes to impress her. It did eventually work. They married when he was 19 and had a son when they were 20. 

- After being together for 7 years, they were very poor but happy nonetheless. Pelite was a healer at the Divine Temple while Florentius is a merchant, despite his blade proficiency. However, Pelite is fired from the Temple and Florentius’ job is not going well, so he decides to try to join the Imperial soldiers, and that's where the story starts. 

- He basically goes through the main questline and then eventually defeats Dagon, but it does not end prettily for him. He winds up loosing his right arm and left leg. He returns home and gets some prosthetic limbs and goes back to his family, living the high life as the Empire compensated him handsomely for his sacrifices. 

Sees-With-Tongue

- Sees is a Argonian man who is the MC of Stormhold, aka ‘Master Tunnel Rat’ (That's canon). 

- Sees was born to his slave parents, who he has no recollection of. He was born blind, which made him unappealing to his slave-masters. One day when he was 5, he made a huge mistake and his masters threw him out, leaving him to find his way elsewhere. Since he could not see, he followed the trail by licking the ground to find his way to a town or to find a person. Eventually, he came across a Dunmer man and his son, Kiron and Direthi, and was taken in by them. 

- He soon became a traveling merchant with them, joining them in their thieving schemes. He became a natural persuader, using his disability to his advantage. But, at some point, Direthi is caught and Sees allows himself to get caught to save Direthi and that’s where Stormhold begins.

- He kills Warden Varus and escapes with Direthi, returning to Kiron and continuing on their adventures together. Him, Direthi, Kiron and Montague (Nervarine) help release a bunch of slaves in Morrowind as well. 

Miillo

- Miillo is a Khajiiti woman who is the MC of Dawnstar, aka the ‘Hero of Dawnstar’. 

- Miillo and her family were a part of a Khajiiti caravan that were pretty well known. She was always popular because of all of her cool tricks. She was a prodigy when it came to magic, more specifically illusion spells. She could always make such cool spells and that was really how they made most of their money. 

- As she grew up, she got enough money to create a trading company based in Elswyer that traded with smaller areas. Miillo has a deal with a merchant in Dawnstar and travels there to trade with them, and comes upon the Ice Tribes invading. 

- Using her illusion magic, she pushes out the Tribe and reveals the traitor and kills Gehenoth Thriceborn, and was rewarded handsomely for her help. After Dawnstar, she returns to Elswyer and continues to raise her business. She also helps out Risiki (HoK) with her merchant dilemmas after the Oblivion main questline. 

Muuki 

- Muuki is a Reachman woman who is the MC of Shadowkey, aka the ‘Soul of Conflict’, 

- Muuki was born in the small village of Azra’s Crossing. Her mother passed on in childbirth, but she had a very caring father, Jurkom. He taught her the ways of the blade and hunt, as he worshipped Hircine. Muuki learned the ways of Hircine and became a hunter, selling her prey. 

- Muuki was always a loner, except for her one childhood friend, a Nord named Furin. They’d grown up together in Azra’s Crossing. When it was attacked by bandits during the War of Bend’r-mahk, Furin was kidnapped by them. Muuki was enraged by this and decided to find her friend and became wrapped up in the war. 

- Eventually, she gets Furin back and gathered the Seven Star Teeth and destroyed Umbra’ Keth. Afterwards, Furin and Muuki get married and settle down in Azra’s Crossing, praying that nothing like the shit they just went through happens again. 

[sermonsonthecouch]

Community

It seems to me that many people do not want to rule the world. Many people do not care if the whole world looks, thinks, acts just like them, they just want to live in a community they feel safe in, and cared about. As a result, we don’t have to change all that much for everyone’s needs to be met and our interests to be aligned.

I do not want to eradicate or replace any outside organization operating in love. I do not want to put an end to anyone’s religion or culture. I want Thrice Born to be a hub where differing beliefs can work together to better organize our communities and help our followers find the community they feel best in. I want the concerned minister to call me and say “There’s someone here who isn’t really fitting in; there’s someone asking questions I don’t have the answers for; there’s someone here I don’t think I can protect from xyz. Would you send someone to meet with them, listen with an open mind, answer their questions, and see if there might be a community they are happier and safer in? Would you send someone to speak to my congregation or give a series of lessons on how we could become a safer place for this person?”

There are so many different facets to community and I think humans are so quick to forget that we don’t have to be the same just to get along. It’s okay to have an opinion. It’s okay to have an identity. It’s okay to want to stay close to what feels familiar. It’s also okay to let the new in a little at a time, and it is okay to ask for help when we are ready it. Christ didn’t die for you to be all things to all people-- Christ died so you could be you. For those of you who don’t relate to the sentiment, just be yourself. It’s not a cure all, it’s not a pair of ruby slippers, but it’s all we have. Until we learn to prioritize ourselves, nothing else matters. Once we learn this, however, nothing else matters.

Once we learn to prioritize our own needs and wants, to be accountable to and for ourselves, to self-regulate, to be self-supporting – all of these to the best of our ability—much of the resistance in our lives dissolves or fades to an occasional hiccup. We learn to wear our bodies like the luxury they are, we learn to ask for help and delegate because it makes the job safer & simpler, we learn to accept no the first time and move on. We learn we no longer have to struggle to thrive. The more we regulate our individual needs and allow others space to do so, the more fully we are able to love ourselves and the more fulfilling our lives become.

[thricebornereferenceguides]

Lotus-F-Kirin By: @mint-and-love

Lives in: Job: Important info:

*screams in corner at gift*

[crownedinmarigolds]

Welcome to my art/hobby/whatever blog! My name is Kelsey - aka CrownedInMarigolds - and I've been here since 2012. Yes, I am an ancient being. My favorite subjects to draw are primarily OC things, and the sandboxes I usually play in are Vampire the Masquerade/World of Darkness, but I really love just about anything. While I have things I consistently like and reblog, do not doubt that I will just randomly bring up things out of left field. This is my mish-mash cringe blog, just be warned when following me! I'd also like to shout out my beloved muse @thesixthplaneteer, my true love and baby-daddy. He's a very talented writer, and a lot of my personal work is intrinsically tied up with his. Most OCs or storylines you may see from me here involve his own OCs in some way. If you're interested in supporting me through commissions or just a nice lil tip for doing what I do, here is my Ko-Fi! Zero pressure of course.

My Regular Bluesky. My NSFW Art Bluesky. My Art Instagram.

My art commissions are: Opening Soon! My quick sketches are always open! If you're interested in art commissions, please check out my art tag to get a feel if you'd like my style! Here is my art commission information post for more detailed info. I am open to art trades majority of the time, though I am currently busy with comms! Tag Guide and OC Directory beneath the cut, if you're interested! Thank you for checking out my blog!

Tag Guide: In case you want to block anything or find certain info. I for the most part tag generously to make sure I can find everything!

I self reblog often, so it is under the self reblog! tag.

I often reblog others' commission post under commission boost

I post personal little dribbles about my life under personal.

My OCs: Noa Vincenza Hidalgo-Giovanni - one of my main OCs. She is my Giovanni/Hecata VTM character, though I have and will continue to draw her across multiple universes, fandoms, etc! So don't be surprised if she's a vampire in one picture and a Vulcan in the next!

Khloe Osborne - my current VTM/V5 PC in my husband's chronicle, The Poisoned Peach, ATL by Night! She is a Ventrue Thinblood, in a coterie with three other Thinbloods as they try to stop the Atlanta Camarilla from enslaving the local Thinblood populace!

Parvati - another favorite character of mine. She was originally my first real Pathfinder PC that I played for a long time. I also started writing a book about her titled Crowned in Marigolds, sort of based on the Pathfinder world she had been placed in. Da da daaa, the namesake of my Tumblr! She is now my Vampire the Masquerade Ravnos Elder who is in the Ministry/Followers of Set!

thesixthplaneteer's OCs: (the OCs I treat like mine but are actually not!)

Dr. Nythanel Loken PhD- "Elder Thinblood," known later in his unlife as the Thriceborn! He's the absolute favorite and Noa's best friend and for-tax-reasons husband. Cute and full of the audacity!

Ralph - Khloe's boyfriend and fellow coterie-mate, a Nosferatu Thinblood who was given the Nos Bane (arguably it's pretty light!). Former Spec-Ops, all love and all trouble. He's probably one of my most drawn boys... He and Khlo are a part of the Stakebait Coterie - which also include Christian and Kyle! The four best friends that anyone can have, all Thinbloods, all taking on ATL's Camarilla!

Harrakhty Hamdi - Leader of our main Followers of Set group. Gold and covered in artwork, he is his own walking sarcophagus.

Skull Dividers by @diableriedoll!

[musings-of-a-mecha-ghost-girl]

Revenant followed Abaven out into a meadow not too far away from the headquarters, where there were old, overgrown ruins of the previous civilization to the current Empire. Abaven walked up to one of the marble columns sticking up from the ground, and grazed her hand against it.

"This used to be a temple to the old gods of Hellas, the ones who ruled over these lands... but did not try and intrude on the land of other gods..."

She turned to face Revenant, meeting her eyes and greeting them with a look of disgust.

"They weren't like Mythras or his heirs... they didn't need to conquer, to consume cultures and to claim lands. The old gods were by no means kind, but they were at the very least content with their dwelling..."

Abaven paused for a moment, before shaking her head.

"Ararati, the god of my home, would not need to fear the old gods, who would not encroach on his mountain range... the holy mountains you sullied with the blood of my people..."

Revenant hesitated, before taking a step forward, watching the woman in her maroon cloak reach behind the column to pull out a two-handed sword in a scabbard before tossing it to Revenant's feet.

"I will have my vengeance for my people, dev, but I want to see you fight for your life first. I want you to fight, plead, and beg, just like my mother did before you killed her..."

Revenant picked up the sword, her face hesitant and her stance defensive as the sorrowed woman sprinted towards her. In the sunlight, a glint of steel flew towards her as three small, pointed arrowhead like blades were thrown at her. Revenant lifted her blade to deflect two of them with the third grazing her bicep. Before she had time to recover from flinching, the sun was blotted out by the Thriceborn who lept into the air, her cloak behind her like the wings of a Bloodhawk, and the claws of her gauntlet pointed down at Revenant, with a dagger in the hand of her other arm which crossed her body. Revenant took a step back, causing the assailant to land on her feet, missing her mark, before springing herself forward to attack with her dagger. Revenant deflected each jab with the blade as the woman jabbing grew more and more frustrated.

"Why aren't you fighting back?!"

She paused before spitting on Revenant. Revenant stabbed her sword into the ground before kneeling and bowing her head. Abaven stood in shock, slowly starting to laugh.

"No! You've got to be fucking kidding me! Don't you fucking dare give up on me! What, you think there's penance for monsters like us? You think you can just repent for what you've done? Fuck you! Get up and fight me!"

Revenant looked to her side as a feeling similar to the feeling she felt every single time she was brought back to life: emptiness. What was she fighting for, anyway? She could let it all end right here and now, finally, after 127 years of endless fighting and a decaying mind, it would be so easy to let this woman seeking vengeance to kill her. Then, might she know peace? But what about Thekla? She is fine and can take care of herself. She doesn't need Revenant... She began to feel something else creep up from deep inside her. It crawled out of the pit of her stomach and danced all around like how butterflies flew. She wanted to be with Thekla, it didn't matter whether or not Thekla needed her, she wanted to be by her side. She wanted to be her sword and her shield.

Want? She could want again? She wanted to live? Revenant, surprised with herself, lifted herself up off the ground and picked up the sword, as a grin grew across Abaven's face.

"Good... now come at me."

Abaven bowed, before Revenant rushed towards her, before swinging her sword from a position following behind her, which would've cut the other woman's chest open if the hit had connected. Instead, it barely slit the cloth of her shirt as she jumped backwards, dodging the blow.

"Is that the best you've got? Come on, dev! Aren't we the closest thing to demigods next to the emperors?"

Revenant took a couple more decisive swings while Abaven was yapping about sharpened blades of the empire and other Thriceborn propaganda pieces before moving in for stab, which she sidestepped, letting the blade of Revenant's sword slide past her, before digging the claws of her gauntlet into Revenant's chest. Abaven then picked her off the ground and slammed her down onto her back.

Abaven pinned Revenant to the ground with her knees on her arms and began to punch Revenant's face repeatedly. The world was growing distant in Revenant's perception as her head kept on getting knocked. As she looked up at her assailant, her face began to blur into a familiar one from her past. It was a face long fogged in the haze of a broken memory that was becoming more visible with each blow. It was the face of somebody she knew in her old life, her life before eternal servitude. Before she knew, the name began to escape her lips, "Karine..."

As soon as she has said it, she remembered long walks and time spent under the trees looking out to a lake. She remembered the feeling of fingers running through her hair and her head using soft thighs as a pillow with her eyes closed, listening to the beautiful voice of a woman she loved humming gently. It was a different time, a different place, and felt like people a world away from the reality Revenant lived in.

Abaven paused with one of her fists held back, her eyes widening.

"How... how did you know that name? That's my grandmother's name! How did you know her name?"

Revenant started laughing and crying at the same time as she was flooded with feelings from her youth, but amused that she was getting beaten up by the granddaughter of the first woman she ever fell in love with.

"Answer me dammit! You got one word out! What did you feel when you and your men razed our village?"

Revenant grabbed the other Thriceborn by both sides of her head and pulled her face closer, almost looking like a kiss and getting Abaven flustered before muttering an apology and headbutting her, knocking both of them out.

Idk man this isn't anywhere near the amount of drama and action that I wanted out of this scene, but I really needed it out of my head and somewhere else.

[duruscorde]

"Last I recall, you have a habit of biting off more than you can chew," was her immediate reply, arms crossed over her chest. On another person, the stance would've seemed defensive. With Chie, she only looked bored, despite her cryptic words. Neji wasn't wrong- even in this life, with the extra chakra afforded to her by genetics, she wasn't a person who specialized in combat. But she always managed to find her way in the middle of it anyway.

This time wasn't very different. If she'd felt like being honest, maybe the redhead would've let him know that only a few miles deep was a small camp of either rogues or defectors from another village. She'd just finished mending the wounds of two of their people only a half hour ago- which was exactly why she was deflecting. Konoha nin always had a habit of fighting first and asking questions later. The years passing had hardly changed that.

"A medic goes where they're needed. Even if it's dangerous or deadly."

@duruscorde said: “A royal like you shouldn’t be out here. These woods are rumored to be full of nightmarish monsters.” 

“Surely you jest.”  If Chie knew who he was then surely she knew that he was unbothered by whatever monsters she seemed to think inhabited the forest. There was nothing that could be inside those trees that would frighten him.  Perhaps she was hiding something, trying to warn him away.  She was a particularly mysterious woman after all.  She had to have some secrets stashed away.

“I will take my chances.”  He frowned down at her.  He never seemed to run into her when good things happened.  “Why are you here, anyways, if it is so dangerous?  Last I recall, you were no great fighter.”

[duruscorde]

Continued with @revenant-priest from here!

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If she got paid every time a person flirted with her while they were grievously injured, Chie would have enough money to build her own hospital. As it was, the woman hardly blinked at both the invitation and the mess someone had made of his chest, wholly unphased. Internally, she wasn't entirely sure how the hell he was standing, but that was a question she had no plans on asking out loud.

When it came to Shinobi, keeping her nose out of the aspects of their lives that didn't concern her was probably why she'd survived as long as she did.

"I have a counter offer," Chie began, crossing her arms like it would somehow make her look bigger. Sticking around strange men wasn't her favorite pastime, but it was, oddly enough, a common occurrence. "You keep your hands to yourself, and I patch you up. I doubt walking around with your chest caved in is convenient."

Or comfortable.

[magnifigal]

I’ve read Daemonifuge.

Here, have cute dollies of the Thriceborn (Ephrael Stern) and the Pariah (Kyasnil).

@tw6464sloreblog @fuukonomiko @crysdrawsthings @pholcidae @melody-chii

[duruscorde]

“Of course they’re wrong. Adults do stupid things all the time, and saying that is definitely one of them.”

Her words are blunt, but honest, the arms crossing over her chest giving off an air that she knew exactly what she was talking about and wouldn’t hear differently. It was probably a bit hypocritical of her to say, seeing as she wasn’t exactly a kid herself, but that didn’t change the fact that she thought using anger as a weapon was stupid.

“A human has a lot of other emotions they can use to make themselves strong. Love, happiness, hope. It doesn’t have to be just anger all the time. People who live like that go crazy. ...But it isn’t really your fault. If you’re raised a certain way, you’ll turn out just like the rest. The only way to stop that is to notice that it’s wrong and choose to be different.”

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That answer seemed so stereotypically ‘Uchiha’ that the redhead almost snorted, only holding back because if the kid was anything like his ancestors, he certainly wouldn’t take well to it.

“It isn’t good to rely on your anger, you know. It makes people do stupid, irrational things.”

Like start entire wars, for example.

  “The adults always say it’s our greatest weapon. The anger burning inside us makes us stronger, more resilient. It makes us unwilling to give up, to back down, to die.” He scratches the back of his head, looking somewhere around her feet as he thought a bit.

  “And then I go an make a friend and I’m starting to think they’re wrong.” He can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh, hands on his hips, eyes shut, and his head cocked to the side a bit. “Still not easy to stop though.”