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talesfrommedinastation · 10 months ago
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"That receding hairline gets girls? Sorry!"
::proceeds to whine about how they don't understand why Tech is so popular with female viewers::
OH SWEET SUMMER CHILD YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE
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AVENGERS! BRIDES OF TECH, ASSEMBLE AND DEFEND THE HAIRLINE AT ALL COSTS! @eyecandyeoz @deezlees @nika6q @autistic-artistech @auntie-venom
Guess I'm doing more thirsty art of him on motorcycles or beat up or whatever it is the Internet likes me to do.
I AM almost done with him as a certain Targaryen king so that'll drop tomorrow.
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logan-is-noggin · 4 years ago
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Anxious Beauty part 2
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warning: play fighting
the years passed and the three fairies raised Prince Virgil, who they affectionately nicknamed storm cloud, or just cloud for short, in an unassuming cottage in the nearby forest.
Now that the Prince was four, on cool nights like tonight, they left the tots bedroom window open to allow the sweet smell of the peach trees that grew outside to flow inside.
Logan's faithful raven companion croft, landed on a branch outside the open window. When his master had no use of him. Croft often found himself observing the object Logan seemed so fascinated by. But tonight he had a mission to finish. The bird hopped to the windowsill and peered inside.
Cloud rolled over in his crib and blinked his eyes open, hearing the creaking nearby. When he saw his bird friend he shaking stood on his bed and reached for him. But croft flew inside, in a loop, dropping what he carried in his beak before flying out the window and away.
Cloud looked down and saw what the bird had left. A dark old fashion key. In the handle was a purple jewel in the shape of a heart.
The next morning when Patton saw Virgil with the key, he was puzzled. He didn't recall the king giving it to his son when they departed, the others also denied giving it to the Prince. Patton reached to take it away, but once he did, the toddler let out a loud wail. Patton quickly gave it back. " okay, you can keep it." Since that day, cloud always had the key with him or else he was very upset. As he grew up he played in the woods like any child. For a time, the curse was forgotten.
"okay Roman that's all for tonight, it's getting late kiddo."
He took the bowl from the Prince and set it in the sink, he would wash it in the morning. "You can't stop there padre, I haven't even burst onto the scene yet."
"He can continue the story tomorrow Roman, we're filming with Thomas tomorrow remember? We each need to be rested for our performance, we don't need you yawning while the cameras on." Logan chided as he walked up to his room.
The next day every could see how impatient Roman was being, he groaned any time anyone messed up their lines, which made Virgil start messing up on purpose.
That night at dinner Roman are twice as fast as usual when Patton placed the dishes in the sink Logan sighed as said " I can clean up tonight Patton." Roman smiled and practically yanked Patton out of the kitchen "thanks teach!" He called.
Roman sat cross legged as Patton stood before him.
"Alright let me remember where we were..."
Twelve years passed and cloud grew into a fine young man. That morning the three seemed to be trying to get him out of the house. " why don't you go play outside, maybe go for a swim? It's a lovely warm day out." Patton encouraged. Cloud nodded as he slipped on his gray vest over his white long sleeve shirt. Leaving the top button undone. Cloud opened the Dutch door of the cottage and waved goodbye to the three. " have fun. Don't go too far, but don't come back too quickly.." The three called out over each other. Cloud stood his head as he walked off. He could tell when they were trying to hide something. And the lad was always kind enough to play along with their surprises.
The forest was empty today, only filled with the sounds of the forest animals, it was alright, Virgil had perfected how to entertain himself.
Cloud walked between trees swinging himself forward to grab the next trunk. Walking across a fallen tree with his arms out to steady himself. He unlocked his boots and walked through the river, he scooped up a smooth stone and tossed it, the rock skipping thrice before sinking to the bottom. He picked up a stick and swung it around, pretending to fight an invisible foe. His parents often were over cautious when it came to raising him, not letting him eat fruit right off the tree near his home, though he sneaked berries from bushes when he was in the woods. Only remus let him get away with things the others found dangerous, like fighting. " come on you two! He's gonna have to learn to fight eventually if he's going to be king." Remus whispered one afternoon. So they relented and let Virgil have supervised battles with remus.
Not paying attention as he swung his stick-sword, cloud had begun to sing.
" I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music do ya?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing hallelujah"
Prince Roman and his hunting party were riding back after an uneventful morning, he could tell his mare rose was thirsty having not been watered since they left so he told the rest to go on without him as he slowly rode into the woods. The canopy from the treetops immediately cooled Roman from the sun. Once his eyes adjusted he led rose to the small pond they often visited when he first got her.
As she drank Roman sat on a stone to rest himself, he refilled his canteen and took a sip when he heard a noise. He shot up, hand on his sheathed sword just in case of danger. After listening he realized the sound was singing. Even from this distance Roman was spellbound. He had never heard a sweeter tenor in his life.
" hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
he took hold of his horses bridle and walked towards the noise of the voice. He found boy alone through the trees in the clearing. He held a stick and looked like he was fencing something Roman could not see. Roman smirked and found his own falls. Branch, not wanting to scare the boy away by using his real sword.
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Suddenly someone burst out of the trees and stood three feet away. He called to challenge him. Usually cloud would run from the stranger but seeing that he also wielded a stick let him know he was also playing.
The two slowly circled each other, Virgil tried to remember Remus's lecture on strategies but he almost always tangent off into talking about wounds. So he decided to try and copy the man. When he advanced, Virgil tried to stay swords distance away. When He swung Virgil brought his up and they hit with a deafening whack. Virgil did the same but his opponent ducked before it could make contact. More jabs were taken and all too soon cloud was backed against a tree with the "sword" to his throat.
" Not much for training, but a decent fight anyhow." He said as he tossed his stick to the side.
" well, my um, parents don't like me fighting a lot. They're worried I could get hurt." Cloud mumbled.
Roman waved him off " nonsense. Every man should learn the art of dueling, if the need arose to save a bachelor or damsel in distress." He said proudly.
" ill make note of that."
" how rude of me. My name is Roman." He said as he brushed back his red cape.
Virgil mildly panicked at what to do. He wasn't sure if it was right to tell his name to a stranger.
" you can call me cloud. It's what my parents call me."
" intriguing." A high shinny made Virgil flinch. Roman saw his fear and placed a hand on his shoulder. " fear not. That is just rose. I almost forgot I left her in the brushes." He whistled with two gloved fingers in his mouth and suddenly a white mare with a rose gold mane leapt through the opening and trotted to her owners side. " this is my rose. The best and most beautiful mare in the entire kingdom, in my humble opinion."
"Very humble.." Cloud teased. Roman rolled his eyes. " would you like to go for a ride?" He said, holding his hand out. Cloud glanced around wondering what Patton would say if he were here. He had never ridden a horse before. " I guess so." Roman quickly mounted then reached down to help cloud onto the space behind him. " I'm not gonna fall am I?"
" just hold onto me. Ill keep you safe."
First they walked down the path, Roman making sure Virgil was feeling secure before he clicked at the horse who sped up galloping throughout the trees. Roman laughed as clouds grip around his waist tightened. She slowed to a stop at the edge of the forest in a clearing. They both dismounted and cloud wrapped his arms around him. " I suppose ill think twice about riding a strangers horse." Roman laughed again. They walked a ways until they reached a spot cloud knew well. A tree had fallen years ago but continued to grew horizontally, making the perfect sitting spot. They rested as they watched their surroundings.
" ave you ever watched the sunrise from here cloud? That is truly a magical experience."
" no, but I have a fair view from my home. We can see the village and the castle well."
Roman hopped down and tugged cloud along with him. " what are we doing now?"
" since your fighting skills are pretty dismal, I assume you don't know how to dance either. So I'm going to teach you."
Cloud rolled his eyes but took Romans hand anyway. He pulled the young man close, their chests almost touching. Romans left hand rested around his side and clasped his right hand with his own. Suddenly they seemed to be sucked up into a whirlwind. Half the time, cloud tried to mirror Romans expert steps as they turned in time. The other half he couldn't stop staring into Romans eyes. Could this be what love felt like?
They continued twirling around the forest to their silent symphony until they were both out of breath. They slowed to a stop and their hands fell to their sides but still connected.
" you're quite light on your feet cloud. A plus to both dancing a dueling. But practice makes perfect."
Cloud was still in a daze that he couldn't come up with a snarky comment. " I need to return to my father in town. But may I visit you again, possibly tomorrow?"
Cloud shook himself free " of course. My cottage is close to the field where we met. You can meet my parents."
Roman bent and kissed both of his hands. " I will spend every moment missing you until then, my cloud."
Cloud watched as Roman mounted his horse, after opting out of a ride home, he still wasn't used to riding. And stood there until he disappeared into the trees.
Cloud returned home, he stopped at the door, hearing whispers and shushing from the other side. He wondered what his three guardians had been up to in his absence. He pushed open the Dutch doors calling to the quiet house.
" hey guys I'm home. I-" he paused as he closed the door. Something was different. Laying spread out on a chair was a very fancy looking outfit. It was a pair of black trousers, a purple vest and white shirt. Hanging behind it was a deep purple cape with black stitching around the borders.
Next to it was a small cake, he could tell it was BlackBerry- his favorite.
Cloud jumped back as the three fairies all yelled surprise from their place in the kitchen. They came forward to embrace the boy. Cloud had completely forgotten about his birthday. " what have you done?" He said happily appraising the material of the clothes. Certainly the fabric was not cheap.
" it's your sixteenth birthday and we knew we needed to do something extra special." Janus said.
Patton smiled sadly as he pulled out a second chair to have him sit. " Cloud- I mean Virgil, we also did all this because there's something we need to tell you."
Now he was concerned. They usually didn't call him Virgil unless it was very serious. " alright, what is it?"
" well kiddo, what I'm about to say may come as a surprise. It's not the kind of thing one hears every day, and I suppose we should have told you a bit sooner but we wanted..."
" YOU'RE A PRINCE!" Remus blurted out from behind them. The other two whipped their heads to glare at him.
" crashed that carriage, didn't we Remus?" Janus said
" blue was rambling. Better to just rip it off like a wound dressing!" Everyone including Virgil groaned at that imagery.
" wait, so I'm a Prince." He said as if testing the words on his lips.
" yes. You are the only son and heir of his majesty, king Thomas. I know this is all a lot to take in."
Virgil looked back to the outfit. It's grand appearance suddenly making sense. He shook his head laughing to himself " I wonder how he'll take that News"
"Wonder how who'll take that news?" The fairies all asked.
Virgil rubbed the back of his neck." Oh, well, a man happened through the forest where I was, I was practicing my fighting, but only with a stick. He jumps out of the bushes and wants to duel. But he was just playing" now Virgil was rambling trying to push his innocence.
"What else did you do?" Patton asked cautiously.
" He took me on a ride through the woods on his horse, we talked a lot. He also taught me to dance. We spun so much that I'm still a little dizzy" he said with a smile. " he's coming back tomorrow."
Patton recognized the look Virgil had. He had definitely fallen in love with him. Which would make this next part of the conversation harder.
" Virgil..Unfortunately we won't be here after today. We promised to we would bring you back to the castle tonight."
Virgil was upset. " are you sure we couldn't wait until tomorrow so I could explain to him. I'm sure he mind me being a Prince." Janus stepped forward " son, I'm afraid that's not possible. you see A part of being a Prince is that when you were born, you were also betrothed to another Prince from an allied kingdom, Prince-"
Now Virgil was mad " I don't care what his name is. How could anyone force or even expect anyone, let alone a Prince to marry someone they've never met!"
Remus lightly placed his hand on his arm " now cloud-"
Virgil shook him off. " no! You don't get to call me that anymore. You keep this information from me my whole life. Then expect me to be okay with this. I don't know the first thing about being a Prince. I don't want to go." Tears streamed down his cheeks as he fled from the room. Patton Janus and Remus stood around wondering what to do to help their Prince.
PART 3:
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blarrghe · 4 years ago
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Lavellan Bros: Meet Kiara
Did someone say more Lavellan Bros? Did someone say THEO HAS A KID? Welcome to more Lavellan bros, Theo has a kid and I have died. @serphena‘s Theo in this with my Taren Lavellan, and it can be read as taking place in either AU tbh.
Theo was nervous as he led Taren out into the gardens. He didn't say much in the way of explanation, and what he did say was muttered and fast. "There's someone I want you to meet" was the gist of it, the rest was apologetic and evasive. "I promise I'll explain later I just," head shaking, hand wringing nervousness, "you should meet her first."
 Taren followed him, curiously straining to look ahead into the gardens, searching for this big reveal.
 There were several people about, tending to the medicinal plants or relaxing in their leisure time. He spotted Cassandra, keeping close to a small dark-haired child, an uncertain smile on her face. The child giggled and poked at Cassandra's armour, and the Seeker looked mostly amused, if a little stiff.
 "Kiara!" Theo called out next to him, taking a wide stance with arms outstretched. The little girl and the Seeker both looked up with relieved smiles, and then the little girl was rushing toward them, springing into Theo's arms.
 "Papa!" Theo took her up in his arms. She was a tiny thing, and she didn't share his winter pale complexion and startling silver hair, but she had his face; in the nose and eyes, even the smile.
 "Taren," Theo turned to him, securing the toddler into a comfortable spot on his hip, "meet my daughter, Kiara." The little girl smiled at him, and it was definitely Theo's smile now, though more dimpled and sweet - like his had been, long ago. "Kiara, this is your uncle Taren."
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"Hi, Kiara." Taren smiled, offering the girl a friendly wave. This was the last surprise he would have guessed at, but it was a great one. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Hi!" Kiara wriggled her little face toward her father's, her smile expectant. "Can we play now?"
"Papa really has to talk to uncle Taren for a minute..." Theo began to answer apologetically, setting the little girl down again on the ground. Her disappointment was evident, and Taren was standing back, grinning at the entire interaction. He bent down.
"I think it can wait, right?" He confided in the girl, who nodded, "we can play for a bit first."
Kiara grinned, and in an instant was running back into the garden's grassy clearing, demanding that they chase her.
She was surprisingly talkative, for one so young with someone so new. She insisted on piggy back rides and on being spun in the air by both of them, chattered happily about her papa, the castle, herself, and asked quick, excited questions about everything and everyone else. And Taren, delighted, obliged her requests and indulged seriously every single curiosity she had:
"Why is your face like that? Pappa has swirls on his face too but you have so many!" She reached out, touching the spiralling tattoos on his cheek with curious pointing fingers, tracing the lines with a look of wonder. 
"We get them when we become adults. You know I was there when your papa got his? He didn't like getting them, that's why he doesn't have as many as me." Taren was sitting in the grass next to her now, having won the game of “catch me” and then been directed to observe a pretty flower that sprang up outside of the sectioned off herb gardens. They were dandelions, but that didn’t mean they weren’t pretty.  
"I like them. They're pretty. Can I have some?" She bounced with her questions, playing with the grass as she spoke, touching his clothes or hair or whatever other little thing caught her attention. 
"Maybe, when you become an adult."
A thoughtful pause. "Do you like apples? The lady gave me an apple while we waited for papa."
"Sure, I love apples." Taren answered, plucking a few dandelions and weaving them into a chain. Kiara watched, enthralled. 
"Do you like red apples or yellow apples?"
"Hmm.” Taren considered the question, come to think of it, he did have a preference. “Red apples."
"I like yellow ones!" Kiara volunteered happily. 
"Okay, I'll give you all my yellow apples and you give me your red ones, deal?"
"Okay!" Another thoughtful pause. "Do you know any songs? Sing one! There's a singer lady in the big building but papa says I can't go there..."
He taught her a repetitive song about ducks, and he was pretty sure he caught Theo glaring at him some minutes later while she laughed and danced about the gardens singing it on a loop.
Cassandra had slipped away when Theo had taken his daughter from her care, and she must have arranged for them to be left unbothered, because by sunset no one had come to them with any work requiring attention, and the little girl had found her way onto her father's lap, still sleepily singing about ducks.Theo gathered up the little bundle of sunkissed limbs and dark hair who was falling asleep on top of him, and brought her inside. Taren followed him up to his chambers, waiting outside for what was sure to be a very long conversation.
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"So I guess I have to stop calling you da'len." Taren said with a nudge at Theo's shoulder. They sat on the battlements just outside the door to Theo's room, while the sun dipping low behind the mountains cast the whole fortress in a soft violet glow.
Theo chuckled, and his smile was real. Peaceful. "I think you're her new favourite uncle. I'm never going to get that song out of my head, thanks to you."
"She's incredible. I can't believe you have a daughter. You!" He smiled, but there was silence for a moment, as soft rose coloured clouds drifted by overhead.
"You aren't mad, are you?" It was a silly thing for Theo to ask, but the nervousness in the question was serious enough.
"Why would I be mad?"
Theo shrugged. "Because I didn't tell you, didn't tell anyone..."
Taren frowned. "I'm not mad, Theo. But why didn't you?"
Another shrug, this one sadder. "We were going to. But after her mother... we weren't even bonded." He shook his head.
Taren sighed. The girl couldn’t have been more than four, which would have made his father only a teenager when she had been born, barely of age. As for not being bonded, well, perhaps there were some who might have cared, little as he liked to admit it, but it did hurt to think he might have been included in such fears.
"You think I'd care about that? Really? Me?" He nudged Theo again, prodding the smile back out of him.
"I just... didn't want us to be a burden." What an even sillier thing to say, but he supposed he understood it. Her birth would have coincided with the breaking of Kirkwall's Chantry; the beginning of the war between the mages and Templars. The chaos of the human world had been hard on the clans of the Free Marches. In those days they had been moving again, more frequently than ever; hunting was dangerous and food more scarce. Even Taren had taken to spending long stretches away from the clan, aiding their sister clans and gathering information when the fighting lessened the numbers of their scouts. Children born in those turbulent times did put a stress on the clan, but never anything but a welcome one. He wished he could have known then, had the chance to help.
"What happened to her? Kiara's mother?" The question had been in the back of his mind all afternoon. She was present in her daughter's skin and thick brown hair, in the colour of her eyes and the laugh that fell heavier than Theo's did, bold on such a little thing. But she was missing from Skyhold, and she was missing, as well, Taren realised now, from Theo's smile.
"She died." It wasn't a real explanation, but the weight of it was heavy. Theo looked away as Taren peered imploringly at him, telling his story to the sky. "We were traveling with some of her friends, they wanted to join the clan but... in the end, only Kiara and I made it."
"You didn't stay." It must have happened while he was away, out on some mission of his own. Why had no one told him that Theo had been back and gone again, with a child, no less? "Theo, you know we would have taken care of her, no matter what." She could have grown up with friends, family, a whole clan to look after her.
Theo shook his head. "I know." the admittance fell reluctantly, his nervousness giving way to something more apologetic. "The clan was moving again, and I had to go. I couldn't just leave her."
Taren nodded in solemn understanding. That, Theo did not have to explain. One orphan need not explain such things to another. “Tell me about what happened.” He suggested it softly, a request more than a demand. He wanted to know the full story, just as he always did, but he sensed too that it was about time that Theo told it, for his own sake. 
Theo began by describing her, the short-lived and sunny love he’d found unexpectedly in his travels. He talked about how they had fallen together, become inseparable, made plans for a future she never got to see. He described some of her friends, too, the ones who had been their companions and which might have been a family, if things hadn’t turned against them so unfairly. Their deaths he got out with little detail, a quick summary of events that were violent and painful, his face twisting into a tortured grimace as he skimmed past that bit of the tale. It was a long story, full of sorrows and unfair circumstances. Some of the recollection was edged in anger, and even the threat of tears. But through it all, he returned always to Kiara, to seeing her grow and teaching her about the world as best as he could - how to be safe in it, but also how to appreciate its beauty; the names of plants and animals, badly remembered Dalish tales before she slept at night. 
“And now we’re here, and it’s safe...and, it’s time I let us stay in one place for a while, I think.” He looked at Taren, straight in the eye and full of determination. “She’s not going back to the clan, understand? She stays with me.” As though he would have it any other way. 
“I wouldn’t ask it even if I thought I had that power.” Taren replied, reassuring. 
Theo breathed out, calmer, now that he was empty of his secrets. “You’re supposed to be the next Keeper. Isn’t it your job to send us home?” 
“Da’len, you are home.”
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emmybirdwrites-blog · 8 years ago
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“Do you have any idea who sent the note, Alison? Is it possible it’s a prank?” The officer looked tired, his eyes bloodshot. I knew he’d been working a lot of overtime, because my Dad had been too. He rubbed absentmindedly at the stubble on his chin with one hand as he leaned back in my Dad’s easy chair.
“Warren, this isn’t a prank. My daughter could very well be in serious danger.” My Dad barked gruffly, fixing him with a glare. One of the perks of your Dad being the well-respected police chief in a small town is that the police officers were forced to take the anonymous threatening note seriously.
Warren sighed, massaging his temple. I knew he was annoyed at my Dad. I understood his annoyance - what was he supposed to do about the anonymous note I’d found in the mailbox?
“I’ll run some testing on it, but that’s all I can do.” He said, tucking his notepad into his pocket, gingerly putting the note I’d received inside a small plastic bag. I thanked him and walked him to the door, my Dad glaring at him the whole time.
“He could’ve tried harder.” My Dad said, angrily, as soon as the door closed behind Warren.
“What did you want him to do? Collect handwriting samples from every guy in a fifty mile radius?” I asked gently, and my Dad sighed.
“He would’ve been much more committed if it was his daughter, is all I’m saying.” Dad said, sitting down in the chair Warren had just vacated. It was big and blue, the same one he’d had since before Mom died. I had vague memories of sitting in the chair with him as a toddler, as he tried to teach me how to use a controller to play the Duck Hunt videogame.
“Well, I’m sure that’s how a lot of people you talk to feel about you, all the time. How many times have you had to tell people you’re doing their best to find their child, and they didn’t believe you, but it was true?” I reminded him, and he smiled.
“You always know how to bring me back, Alison.” He said. It was true. When my Dad went off on his rants, I was the only person who could stop them. I think his rants were just caused by temporarily letting emotion rule over logic, while I always tried to let my logic rule over my emotion.
I smiled at him, going up the stairs to my room.
My room was small and messy, which was how I preferred it. Despite it appearing like a tornado had recently hit, I knew where everything was. One of my dresser drawers was ajar, sleeves of pajama shirts hung out from the drawer.
The walls were painted baby blue. They’d been painted the same way ever since this room was my nursery, when my Mom swore up and down that she was going to be having a baby boy. She didn’t even consider any girl names, she spent all her time locating the perfect boy name. It was my Dad who’d named me. Despite my Mom’s beliefs, he had a creeping suspicion that I was a girl.
I sank onto my bed, a small twin bed in the center of my room. It was covered with a ridiculous amount of blankets. I collected fuzzy blankets.
I grabbed my remote and turned on the small TV in my room. It was on the news channel, and they were doing an in memoriam piece on Gracie Williams. The third victim of the Slasher, the serial killer that had been terrorizing my community. The same serial killer who had supposedly left that note in my mailbox. My stomach churned at the photo of Gracie, but I kept watching.
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oudbrewlord · 8 years ago
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Badjoke saga [Bastion] So you think I am fragile? go ahead and break that thin layer of glass and see what gets release from the looking glass. You have no idea what is yet to come. So am I fragile? So you assume I am fragile? Go ahead and smash Crystal shell of Beauty and wonder. You'er almost there but yet far away. You almost can see a shadow of what is with in. So am I fragile? Do you dare to go on with your Pursuit of Breaking Me down? So you are confident I am fragile? Go ahead and chip away the layers taking what you want. Leaving me nothing in return. Keep on going you are almost there. You are too greedy to notice what you have done to me. You only care about yourself. ______ I have awoken from my sleep and you have free me. My cup of kindness it's empty. Time to pay your debt I am Bastion, so am I fragile? Your tools useless, You won't break me anymore. I have love ones to protect and you are a threat I must eliminate. You're the one who fragile, Cold unblinking eyes look apon you Scanning I plainly see all your flaws That you tnought you seen in me. I used to ignore it However no more. So are you fragile? You're so pathetic You play the victim game very well. However you're far from innocent. You smother the truth with your lies Blaming the others your misdeeds. So am I lying? You're so deceptive You manipulate and bride others around you. You play on their heart strings like it is a game. So are am I the monster? You made you to be this way. Take responsibility for actions And give the Emperor his due You're such a hypocrite, You do and say one thing Your other actions is something else entirely. It okay you to do it to others. However others can't do the same. So am I a demon? I became what you made me out to be. I able to live with the consequences of my actions. Unfortunately you can't do the same. I want to thank you. You liberalate me From my prison You cut the the tides that bind That was between us With the filp I become Bash You become my target With everyone of your infraction Cauterized on my skin. The wounds still smoking from the Hot poker you use to leave your mark. Are you happy now, I became What you made me into. Transform by your intentions against me and mine. Project back your own refinded bile. That was processed into harsh corrosive acid. I reject your stock delusion reality, and hit you with reality of the situation. You illusion of safety and safe spaces will be broken. Time to pay what you owe, and the Ifrit will get his due. Are the same as the others you gripe and complain about. Stop playing the role of the victim and stand on your own two feet. There's nothing innocent about you. You condemned Yourself by your own actions. It is funny how pathetic you are, however the only joke being told is you. [Bash Rampage] I am tired of all the fake motherfuckers, who smile in my face as they push the knife deep in my heart. Now I am just jaded as fuck, shooting more birds then skeet competition during duck hunting season. Embracing my Ifrit on a Rampage roasting motherfuckers in my wake. Randoms ask why you look so angry. Excuse me? Is not polite the point of someone's condition. I suffer from chronic resting bitch face. It is permanent thanks you motherfuckers like you. So fire off my Canon to their face and keep it moving. On my Journey channeling the zen of anger rage and frustration. On my path everyone else's destruction pointing out their indiscretions. Making more motherfuckers heads drop. given them Forest Whitaker eye to the mere mention of my name. Everyover get a dose of reality like Oprah giving out free shit. They keep pointing the bear and bull while try to find a piece of mine with a repetitive tasks. Jumping to conclusions ask everyone else "what he doing?". They done even have the huevos to come and more like to rotten grapes. Smelling worse smelling worse then South Street Seaport in the 90s. That how I see them a pile of infested rotten meat candy-coated skin. You can't even call them people, more like zombies being led by tiny glowing screens. Before I rage out and become beast within I see every day in the mirror of Truth. Of the monster they me into. I grabbed the wife gripping her tightly with my Knuckles turning pale. I take a deep long inhale moments later exhale a big fuck you cloud of vapor. The cloud reeking in a butterscotch popcorn. I took few more rips of that nature at between 6 - 12mg nic. Afterwards reach for my canteen and then guzzle down the contents. Pack my shit and get away from the fuckery going back to my designated Zone. Away from the stock delusion reality of the public eye. I am a wall of Spears with first-strike capability, that can stop swooping birds of prey with reach capabilities. A cold a calculating error that broke the cast on the manufacturing date the eyes t Of March 81 Edition 1 of 1. If come to me with lies and deceit be prepared to be Burn by your own misdeeds. I give back a refined version of your toxins 9000 times potent. If come to me with truth and honesty you find Safe Haven behind my Walls. I am Bash the Ronin Savage! Welcomed to my Matrix. I hope you enjoyed your stay. [Bastion's goodbye] Hm, I got what was owned to me. However I know your type. You have lear your lesson yet. Worry not, I will teach you. There is some things I can't let slide. You have no honor, no morality, and your code of conduct is not suitable for any society. You can't do as you wish and not pay for the consequences of your actions. You can't complain about what someone doing something to you. When you are doing the same thing to another. If you don't get your way, you have a fit like a toddler. You don't like criticism, according to your own words. No one's above criticism. You don't want to hear the truth, or people pointing out what you did wrong. You have no concept of other people's boundaries, but you expect others the take yours into consideration. You can't consume and use up everything you get your grubby little hands on. Without replacing what you use. Justing throw money at the situation and think it will solve the problem. No it won't, it just pisses people off. When you get paid you paint the town red, treating people who don't give two tails about you without paying your debts. To people who have your back and was kind enough to help you in you dire situation. You have the nerve to ask for more and more. When a person says no, you look like a sad puppy dog. How pathetic. You want people to consider your feelings, and keep promises to you. Also you want others be a hold of a higher standard. However you cannot do the same. I suppose you just lacking in that department and deficient in it human decency after all. You pretend like you don't have common sense, selective hearing. Someone tells you pacifically don't do something. You do it anyway. You act all Dazed and confused to weasel out of it. You put others in danger when you're around them, and bring heat to the place you lay your head at. Ultra deals with out the consent of the lease holder. Take more Liberties then a little bit. Dealing with you was an exercise in futility, and stress levels through the roof. You're a liar, a thief plague we excuse this. Hm, I would say more but I think I covered all my bases. To The Testament of your character and an equivalent to it is vile writing maggot infested tainted fecal matter talking meat. With a candy coating, with a neon green toxic hair. You are unworthy to have a place in my heart. I sufficiently braided enough rope, with your intentions and Deeds against me and my house. I wonder how you fare against the scales. I'm willing to bet your LED weighted heart it's heavier then a feather. I cast you out and leave you to wander in the wilderness caring your own burden of guilt. One last thing, I thank you for the memories and I forgive you badjoke. I hope you can forgive yourself one day. I don't need help rebuilding the bridge between us you effectively reduced to cinders on your way out. By: The host: JFJ https://www.facebook.com/PBWHIWC/
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auntie-venom · 10 months ago
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They didn’t learn their lesson about how little most of us care about appearance when we were flocking to the dinosaur bird sniper twelve years ago and they still haven’t learned it now.
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You show me a character with an engaging personality, I’ll show you thirty blogs horny for that character.
For me personality makes up 70% of my attraction. I don’t care how “good” you look if you suck as a person.
"That receding hairline gets girls? Sorry!"
::proceeds to whine about how they don't understand why Tech is so popular with female viewers::
OH SWEET SUMMER CHILD YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE
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AVENGERS! BRIDES OF TECH, ASSEMBLE AND DEFEND THE HAIRLINE AT ALL COSTS! @eyecandyeoz @deezlees @nika6q @autistic-artistech @auntie-venom
Guess I'm doing more thirsty art of him on motorcycles or beat up or whatever it is the Internet likes me to do.
I AM almost done with him as a certain Targaryen king so that'll drop tomorrow.
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