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vin-robles · 8 months

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Character Info Sheet

Tagged by: @apexulansisTagging: I don't know who's even active on here anymore, so if you see this, consider yourself tagged, you lucky ducky.

Name: Vinley Nidena Robles

Name Meaning: "Dirt". As in the literal thing. Not the loftier, more spiritual concept of "earth".

Alias: Vin. Call her "Vinnie" and she'll make sure you have regrets about this.

Ethnicity: Midoan. Of Mido. From the planet, Mido. She used to live in a forest somewhere. That's about as specific as she gets.

Pictures You Like Best of Your Character: I'm too lazy to pick through my folders so I'll grab what I already have here despite it being so ungodly old.

Three Headcanons You've Never Told Anyone:

Vin has dislocated her shoulder in the process of trying to lick her own elbow. Twice.

When she was a kid, Vin had dreams of eventually moving to the city and becoming a radio star. Her mom pretty much shamed her out of this one. Some shit to do with abandoning the family and how wasteful and detrimental to the environment city people were.

Vin's got a couple of half-siblings running around somewhere that she doesn't know about. Same mom, different fathers. Her mom wound up settling down with Marok because he made her laugh. Like, on a regular basis. Not like that plot hook from The Golden Goose where the king gives his daughter away to the first guy to make her laugh. That would've just been dumb.

Three Things Your Character Likes Doing in Their Free Time:

Skipping rocks. Not constructive, but it kills time and she thinks it's relaxing.

Crochet. She learned it from Nena. She also finds this relaxing.

Tinkering. Mostly with her guns. Mostly so she can see how ridiculous she can make them. It's the closest thing she has to amusement that isn't just tatering out on the couch, playing video games.

Eight People Your Character Likes/Loves:

Ardaka.

Nena.

Ardaka.

Her dad.

Ardaka.

Shut up. She's disinterested in having a ton of friends. I also maybe don't write enough for her to have any. Oopsie.

Three Things Your Character Regrets:

Kicking her little brother into the watering hole that one time. It was funny when she did it but it definitely added to the permanent chip on his shoulder.

Agreeing to go on the supply run that landed her on Sigma Rhada. Sure, she might not have met Ardaka if she hadn't gone. Or maybe she would have, just later on. Whatever the case, she couldn't have known what she was missing and she really wishes she had the cash to get back to her family already. Space travel is eye-wateringly expensive, even the cheap seats.

Accepting that first sweater from Nena. The Alpha Sweater. The beginning of the deluge. She has more sweaters than god and there's no sign of it stopping. There's no reason to even have a sweater in Neo Shousis but somehow Vin has thirty.

Two Phobias Your Character Has:

Fire. Kind of a gimme if you grew up in a village made completely of wood, with wooden foundations, at least a thousand feet off of the ground.

Being snatched off of the street. It's happened once already and she's a little bit paranoid that it'll happen again. Unrelated: Be sure to ask her about her pepper spray collection.

#|| dash games ||#|| v: we communicate in waveforms ||#|| meta ||

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cosmic-gemstone · 2 months

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What type of Soul do you have?

Caressing Soul.

You have acquired the Caressing soul. At your core you are kind. giving and ready to help. what admirable traits to have and do not doubt that everyone else thinks so. what a treasure it is to be present at the same time on earth with someone like you. in tandem with your giving and responsible nature you mustn't let people forget your strength. your drive and the mere things you shoulder everyday for everyone else. the sun has warmed your heart like a blackberry bush in a garden. while you are warm, you provide a safety in your cover that seldom people thank you for. i know you have the tendency to cover it up. lie to protect others but you cant do that forever. it will eat at you. eat away at that kindness you have in your heart. release the hesitation to rely on others every now and then. (hello eldest daughter) you share a soul type with Abella.

Tagged by @vin-robles

Tagging: everyone who sees this

#ooc #dash games #very fitting regardless of verse #except for the eldest daughter part Qessyn’s the youngest

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elblogdejulioteran · 1 year

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¡DESDE TORO PARA EL MUNDO! 🌏🧳🌎 VICTORINO 2017. Vino tinto 🍷 D.O. Toro. Valdefinjas (Zamora). 🇪🇸 de Bodegas Teso La Monja @vinedosybodegassierracantabria 🍇 Tinta de Tiro 100%. Viñas viejas de más de 45 años. Con una crianza de 18 meses en barricas de roble francés. 👀 Color rojo picota intenso. De capa media alta. Glicérido. 👃 Elegante. Con mucha fruta roja y negra madura. Floral sutilmente. Con notas minerales y mentoladas. Café y chocolate. Con varias capas que se van abriendo. 👄 Buena acidez. Expresivo y equilibrado. De taninos finos, aunque potente. Largo y muy bien estructurado. ✅ Es un vino complejo y con carácter. ………………………………………………………… 📣 #vadevinos #winery #winetasting #winemaking #wineblogger #winetourism #winetime🍷 #winetour #wein #wine #vin #vino #vinotinto #topwine #instawines #winecollection #peopleofwine #winetravel #winegeek #winelovers🍷 #bodega #ワイン #redwine #winestagram #vineyard #vinoblanco #whitewines #winelover #vinho ………………………………………………………… https://www.instagram.com/p/CnsRmZIt8Jk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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ochoislas · 1 year

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Se ocupa de labores de la tierra y atusa las bardas, corta mieses e higos reventones. Tiene una lonjeta en su viñedo, y prueba el vino en bota aceda que mira al trasluz. Una liebre se come las coles de su huerto, donde pocos rosales dobla la lluvia, al alba. A veces le traen algún acta notarial, un campesino, por saber si cobrará. Limpia su escopeta y se acuesta con la moza. La vida es halagüeña, tranquila y buena. Antaño hizo derecho.

Una fotografía lo muestra triste, engominado y amarillento, cuando aquel duelo por cierta mujer. Sostiene un diario en la mano y mira delante.

Qué cosa tan triste, tan triste —me parece— cuando lo llamaban Evaristo. El viejo padre, la madre, en un sinvivir... Encontraron una carta de mujer, tal noche...

Un día, volvió de la capital con un chufo sobre la pálida frente.

Enterraron a los viejos padres que quería, y de quienes habla con conmovedor respeto. No tiene herederos, y su legado, que tiene miga, se lo repartirán —dicen— los Dumourras y los Cosset... ¿quién sabe?

Así vive, cabe los robles, y son muchas las largas veladas que pasa en la cocina donde duerme el can, rosa de fuego, y las moscas dejan sus cacas dondequiera se posan.

Tal vez, por la mañana, practica el trombón triste, lo que ya no extraña a la moza. Vive así dulcemente, sin saber por qué. Tal día vino al mundo. Tal otro se irá.

Il s’occupe des travaux de la terre et taille les haies, ramasse le blé et les figues qui bâillent. Il a un pavillon dans sa vigne, et il goûte le vin en bois aigre qu’il examine au jour. Un lièvre lui mange les choux dans son jardin où quelques rosiers sont lourds de pluie, le matin. Parfois on lui apporte un acte notarié, un paysan, pour savoir comment être payé. Il nettoie son fusil et couche avec sa bonne. Il fit son droit jadis.

Une photographie nous le montre triste, pommadé et jauni, à l’époque de son duel pour une femme. Il tient un journal à la main et regarde devant lui.

Que c’est triste, que c’est triste, je trouve, ce temps où on se nommait Évariste. Le vieux père et la mère étaient au désespoir… On avait surpris une lettre de femme, un soir…

Un jour, il est revenu de la capitale avec un chou de cheveux sur son front pâle.

On a enterré les vieux parents qu’il aimait, et dont il parle avec un touchant respect. Il n’a pas d’héritiers et sa succession, qui sera belle, sera partagée, dit-on, entre les Dumouras et les Cosset. Qui sait ?

Il vit ainsi, auprès des chênes, et c’est de longues veillées qu’il passe à la cuisine où dort le chien rose de feu, où les mouches salissent de cacas tout ce qu’elles touchent.

Parfois, le matin, il s’essaye à un trombone triste auquel est habituée sa bonne. Il vit ainsi doucement, sans savoir pourquoi. Il est né un jour. Un autre jour il mourra.

Francis Jammes

di-versión©ochoislas

#Francis Jammes #literatura francesa #poesía sentimental #hidalgüelo #campo #melancolía #perplejidad #conformidad #di-versiones©ochoislas

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lunakerlon · 2 years

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444names · 2 years

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american surnames + atomic and subatomic particles BUT similar to "svetlana"

Acevelen Adamson Aguilate Alberts Albertson Ales Alest Allahane Alls Alsh Alva Alvargent Andolph Antu Armons Arne Aton Austice Austino Avens Aver Avez Ayalazar Bair Bake Barloway Barrison Bart Bartines Barty Bassen Beachyon Beckers Bendoza Benjamire Bens Blacruz Blain Blandez Boote Bott Brad Bradleton Brand Brandry Brera Brews Buchane Bullon Bulloney Burge Burker Burn Burtin Butle Butledges Butley Calder Caldonado Caldstout Caller Camacias Camer Camery Cantoya Cantry Carez Carnes Carp Carres Carrino Cars Cart Cartlett Cartman Carvis Castana Castravez Castron Cervan Cervantin Chand Chandley Chard Chardina Chardy Checo Chelton Chez Chran Chris Chulton Clarsh Clins Cobbs Cobson Coch Colemeney Colomon Comb Connon Contry Cort Corton Cran Crosa Cummer Cunning Dalence Daughn Daver Davez Daviton Deck Dick Dila Dill Dilly Dods Domington Donado Doughn Dowell Dows Doyler Doylers Dudleton Dudletty Duffman Duncasey Edware Elen Elly Emender Emenez Ementosh Eston Evan Ewis Farles Farlson Ferman Fermion Figuer Fischneil Fish Fitzgers Flowansen Fole Fowlandez Frandez Freder Frederson Frencent Fuenters Fullips Gallers Galls Gamber Gard Garne Gate Gilberger Giley Gillivery Gimpson Glas Gleton Glove Gold Golder Gonzale Gran Gravis Graymon Greed Griff Grosborn Groster Guer Guez Guthris Halla Hallarson Hancannon Hard Harden Hards Hargas Harpero Hayers Heber Hender Hensen Hernarden Hickson Higgino Higgs Hillar Hillon Hintyre Hold Holdston Holdstout Holl Hollier Hollino Hols Hoods Houn Houstiago Howen Howers Hutcherd Hyden Hyper Ingston Jacobbs Jamer Jamire Jeffey Jenkinson Joynes Juarks Kaney Kell Kennell Kenner Kennis Klins Land Lark Lawrencia Leachyon Leblaker Leonand Levince Littley Livan Livas Lowers Lucasey Lyon Magnett Malder Malderson Maldwin Malls Mars Mart Marthy Mathewitt Mayner Mccard Mccarney Mccarr Mccarrez Mcclayton Mcconway Mccorton Mccraft Mcdanield Mcintone Mcker Mckett Mckins Mclayton Mcmahony Mcneill Mcneillis Mcphonon Mcphoto Mead Medin Melectron Meler Mender Mentlett Mermion Meronan Michamble Milton Mitchez Mora Moranon Moreman Morgas Morino Morron Mortin Mullegord Munoza Nguy Niel Niels Nolderson Obrie Orre Pachoa Palmero Parden Patrino Patt Paulkner Payner Pecker Pence Pench Pent Peroa Perrell Perris Peter Phill Photo Pickson Pitt Plas Poland Poolemin Pott Potton Powe Pres Prester Princh Pruiz Pughn Quinner Rames Ramire Rams Reeman Reer Reil Reyer Rhodgers Richapman Rick Ricks Rickson River Robb Rober Robers Robert Roberty Robins Roble Rodges Rodright Rodrix Roger Rollace Romason Roses Rutle Sala Salins Sandright Santinez Sargins Sariton Saunez Savargas Savargins Schneil Schneillo Schrancia Schurst Schward Schwarez Scotton Sell Serra Shart Shephen Shepherra Sheppark Sherrell Shers Simond Simontoya Singhan Skyrming Slatino Snowles Solivang Stepherd Stes Steward Ston Stro Stron Suarks Sullock Sweeks Tach Tard Tauanters Tauantosh Taunder Taylore Taylores Terr Ters Thomass Thony Torrino Trevins Trujiller Tucklein Turn Tyle Upquarks Vald Valenn Vales Varadford Velander Velaney Velers Vins Wallowan Wardson Warrett Wartine Wash Watkinn Weene Weet Weston Weylfe Wilders Wing Woodman Woody Wooth Work Wyattle Wyatts Youn Zimmeron Zimmerry

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apexulansis · 2 years

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tag dump pt 1.

#WORLDBUILDING.#LOCALE: NEO SHOUSIS.#LOCALE: KARIIO 15 R.#ZEHEN KHASIIK; THE BEASTS THAT DWELL WITHIN THE PLAGUELANDS.#THE EROS GALAXY; THE CORNUCOPIA OF LIFE.#THE FEDERATION OF ALLIED SPECIES.#VINLEY ROBLES.#XAALLO HIFRANDIUS.#TWO.#SLISAEQIOTHSKE.#MALPHAS.#VIN ♡ ARDAKA; BETTER CREATURES COULD LOVE YOU‚ BUT NOW THEY’LL HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME.#XAALLO ♡ ARDAKA; FINDING PARTS OF YOURSELF IN SOMEONE ELSE.#02 ♡ ARDAKA; THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SAME COIN.#MALPHAS ♡ ARDAKA; DOWN WITH MY DEMONS.#SLISAEQIOTHSKE ♡ ARDAKA; IF YOU ARE TOO TIRED TO SPEAK‚ SIT NEXT TO ME‚ BECAUSE I‚ TOO‚ AM FLUENT IN SILENCE.

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estebanbruno · 2 years

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El nuevo Petit Montchenot de @bodegaslopez es una novedad dentro del #EstiloLópez: se trata de una cofermentación de malbec y cabernet sauvignon seleccionados manualmente de los mejores viñedos de la bodega, en Agrelo y Maipú, respectivamente. . Descansó 12 meses en foudres de roble francés de 4000 litros. . La contraetiqueta del vino es una apuesta osada que busca refrescar la línea Montchenot y es claro que dará que hablar. Se trata del intercambio entre dos estereotipos de consumidores, vieja escuela y nueva escuela, y representa el diálogo interno de la bodega, que encara grandes proyectos de renovación sin relegar la experiencia que le han dado sus más de cien años. . . #vino #vinoargentino #bodegaslopez #petitmontchenot #malbec #cabernetsauvignon #wine #winelover #winelife #winemoments #winetime #vin #vinho #wein (en Barrio San Lucas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce6e58EO75O/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#estilolópez #vino #vinoargentino #bodegaslopez #petitmontchenot #malbec #cabernetsauvignon #wine #winelover #winelife #winemoments #winetime #vin #vinho #wein

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skxrbrand · 8 months

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FUCK IT, did one for Kha'xanzyr Too~

Kron (Disney's Dinosaur) • Woundwort (Watership Down) • Ares (God of War) • Azog the Defiler (The Hobbit Trilogy) • Scar/Taka (The Lion King) • Koba (Dawn of the Planet of the Apes)

Tagging: @hhemeraa, @lee-sol, @leondxs, @intxlligentminds, @vin-robles, @ira-sturm, @saintsdawn, @stellaine

#KHA'XANZYR (THE ARCHITECT);#COMBAT TRIALS (DASH GAMES);

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crossroadsfossil · 3 years

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Fake titles!!!

"Giving matches to paper dolls"

"Making wishes out of Airplanes"

"For wheat is still wheat when mistaken for grass at a distance."

" you've got time to grow"

"Letters to myself"

"I begged god to spare you, 10yrs later he got the memo and knocked my front teeth."

-im sorry this^ title is so long-

"You and have a long walk home."

"We decided not to cry."

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

"Giving matches to paper dolls"

OTGW fic.

When Wirt was finished with high school, he decided to take a gap year, encouraged by his stepdad, who also offered to help fix up an old car. Wirt chose a moped.

His stepfather held up a hand when Wirt wheeled the moped into the garage. Wirt stopped and waited, his stepfather massaging the bridge of his nose before turning around and entering the house. Less than three minutes later he returned with a photo album, an almost manic grin on his face. Wirt ended up learning a lot about his stepfather’s own gap year, and his moped. His stepfather suggested he go south.

Looking back on it, Wirt realized that was probably not a great choice. He might not have ended up going through the kudzu covered wall in the rain and ending up nursing what he hoped wasn’t a broken ankle.

The woods were dark, and oh so familiar.

plot: return to The Beyond. World hopping Wirt and Greg. Eventual Beast Wirt.

"Making wishes out of Airplanes"

Plot: The thing about living in large cities was that light pollution drowned out all stars. The heavens could be raining down wish bearing stars and no one in the city or its suburbs would be able to see them.

That’s alright. Izuku was used to taking terrible situations and transmuting them into success like an alchemist of old. He did it when he was young, he would do it again.

He just hadn’t counted on Tomura being sent back in time with him.

"For wheat is still wheat when mistaken for grass at a distance."

Inko Midoriya could once move mountains. If you gave her enough time and a spoon, she would show you a new valley where it used to be. Marriage and the birth of her son had provided her the opportunity to retire - something she took with both hands and would refuse to give up.

Or it had been until she had seen what Izuku was being sent into, what even the top ten couldn’t prevent from happening to her son. She was... disappointed. She had expected more of them and, well. There were few things that could prompt her into leaving retirement. Izuku was always one of them, and when he asked how to save a person, well.

She pulled out the small black book with her cyphered contact list and began to call in favors and upon old friends.

" you've got time to grow"

One of the first things he was told after being taken in by the commission was that he was to be called Hawks. Which was fine. He liked it. It sounded cool. It sounded badass.

The second thing he was told was that he was being placed in a home. A pair of foster parents, carefully vetted. His mom had always told him to slow down, to not go as fast. Clearly, he didn’t listen to her. He didn’t regret it. Now, now he was forced to slow down. Bandages pulling at his back and shoulders, the echoing pain dulled by creams and medication. That wouldn’t stop him normally but the driveway that was half a kilometer to the road hindered him. The fact that the nearest town was an hour's drive beyond that was another factor. Until his wings grew back, if they grew back, he was stuck at his parent’s retirement home.

“Hawks, honey, the farmhands are almost here.” His mother said, phone in hand. “Your mom says they picked up lunch on the way back. From the glee in her voice, I think she got several buckets. I swear.” She sighed fondly and left. Minutes later he heard the front door open, and the tromping in of several sets of feet. With a sigh, he got up and limped down to the dining area.

At the threshold, he froze, seeing people he didn’t want to ever see again, and especially not with his mothers in the same room.

“Hawks.” Spinner said, surprise written over his face. The heads of the rest of the league snapped hard toward him, surprise and creeping dread over everyone’s face.

"Letters to myself"

If Phalnex could have written a letter to his past self, he would have encouraged another post. Any post. Any position would have been better than where he was currently. Yes, there were benefits but he would not consider this one of them.

A large feline purred as he entered the hanger. It was the largest of the lions- that was what the humans were calling them. He wasn’t sure what their fascination with comparing wildlife to creatures they had on their homeworld. He saw where they drew the comparisons, but still.

“Oh thank fuck.” A familiar voice said. His ears swiveled to pinpoint where the holder of the voice was and he spotted her held between the lion’s front two paws.

“Vin.” He greeted. The Midoan smacked the paws until they loosened enough for her to wiggle out from between them. She offered him a sympathetic look as she sped by him. As soon as she cleared the door, he was being picked up, scruffed as if he was a kit.

Gods, he couldn’t wait until that pilot returned. This lion was ungodly clingy without him.

"I begged god to spare you, 10yrs later he got the memo and knocked my front teeth."-im sorry this^ title is so long-

This would actually be a series, a trilogy to be exact. Age/roleswap.

I begged god to spare you, -

If there was one thing Izuka was worried about, it was this year’s UA internships. Tokoyami was doing his best to reassure him, but even the antics of darkshadow (who was doing her best to imitate an overly fluffy utahraptor) weren’t easing the twisting in his stomach. Something felt wrong. He wasn’t sure what it was, but when the interns had left with his sidekicks, something trilled at him to go with them, even though Recovery Girl had assured him that between herself, Apex and Ravine, they would be fine. There was a knock and then Ochako stuck her head in. She had that look she got when dealing with Bakugo and paperwork in the same room- a mix of exhausted and simmering annoyance.

“Guess who found trouble?” She said. Izuku groaned and let his head thump the table.

10yrs later he got the memo -

The two children before him were pale-haired, short, and one of them was looking at Izuku like he dared the hero to come closer. Toshi was letting Recovery Girl look over his arm, inspecting her work before moving on to Enji. The fire-user was giving a glare towards Toshi that, were his flames capable of shooting from his eyes, his classmate would be ash already.

The smaller of the two children clung to, what Izuku assumed was his older brother. Both were too skinny, and the smaller (younger?) of the two looked several minutes away from toppling over.

“I’m Izuku.” Midoriya greeted. The kid that bit Toshi snarled and reached out a hand, only for it to be grabbed and pulled away.

“Shigaraki.” The smaller sibling interrupted, shooting his brother a look. A silent conversation passed between them, and Izuku let them. No one knew what their quirks were, but judging by the fact that the yakuza had them, he was sure it was powerful and dangerous. Worst case scenario, he asked for Miss Eri and got Tenko in here to provide a pep-talk.

and knocked my front teeth. -

“Babysitting?” Touya asked, dropping his bag and removing his shoes. Tenko nodded. Around him, there was what appeared to be the entirety of Tenko’s comic collection. One child was eagerly engrossed, chattering excitedly at his brother. The brother glared at everyone, tracking their movements. He hoped Tenko had told his boss that he wasn’t keeping the brats overnight. Being roommates with a hero-ling was one thing. Being dragged into a literary trope was another, and as much as he enjoyed his college courses on such books, he didn’t want to live one.

Tenko got up and pulled Touya into the hallway, just far enough that they could talk but not far enough that Tenko couldn’t lean back and keep an eye on them.

“Midoriya-san is working on placement, but well. He was of the opinion that our apartment was the safest place for him. The yakuza are after them.”

Touya snorted. Of course Tenko got dragged into this.

“Well, Deku isn’t wrong. We’ve got what, four heroes and an almost doctor here? If Himiko can make it, we can add one spy to the list.”

“She’s not a spy.”

“Uh-huh. And Iguchi hasn’t adopted half his class.” Tenko opened his mouth to negate that statement but a pale-haired child peered around the corner.

“Who’s a spy?” of course that was what interested the angry child.

"You and I have a long walk home."

This would be a FMA fic, mostly because I want to just have shenanigans as Ed and Al get kicked off a train and have to walk back. Post the end of the series and they go through a town they’ve been through before. Very soft and very sweet. Some Teacher!Edward and alphonse getting to do a lot of things he couldn’t the first time around, like pet all the barn cats and fondle the freshly washed wool and being buried in cuddly sheep.

"We decided not to cry."

"The tears of a mermaid.” Ginko set the small bottle on the witch’s desk. She picked it up, tilting it before leveling a skeptical glare at him.

“These certainly aren’t.” She set the bottle down, but stopped him as he went to put them back in his pack.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t want them. I do want the story. What happened to the real tears?”

Ginko smiled, sitting down. The witch leaned over and lit another stick of incense. He voiced his thanks before launching into the story.

plot: mushishi episode basically. Will contain mermaids, mer-other things, and some potential murder.

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