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Which forgotten god are you?

The God of Treehouses

she told me that my eyes changed colour up in the golden light. there were more fireflies than stars, but they were kind of the same anyway; burning and flying. and sometimes we'd refuse to come down and say that it was our own kingdom. didn't you break your foot falling down off the ladder? we never wanted to come down. back then, there was no reason. now, there is every reason.

Tagged by: @valorxdrive​

Tagging: @ghostlyanon​ @sampati​ @yoakkemae​ @cosmama​

#🌻┊Probably Choked on Sunflower Seeds ∣ OOC. #i love quizes like these

[hclianthi]

cant help but appreciate the energy of celia strolling up to loghain, the fabled hero of river dane, and calling him a dumbass for living in a tent when he has a castle

#TELL EM CELIA

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you can’t treat a child like that

#⭒ What Time Is It‚ Ms Wolf? ༺⚝༻ PHOS: CHARACTER STUDY. ⭒

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#⭒ War Time Nursery Rhymes ༺⚝༻ PHOS: PLAYLIST. ⭒

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oh look I did a Phos

#🌻┊Probably Choked on Sunflower Seeds ∣ OOC. #⭒ What Big Eyes You Have! ༺⚝༻ PHOS: REFLECTION. ⭒

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I am wholly tempted to legit write Paimon or Klee but there’s too much Chaotic Babey energy on this blog as it is

#tbd #if u havent guessed genshin impact has taken me also

[hclianthi]

❄️ WRATH OF THE FATHER

How long has he dreamed of this moment? When justice and vengeance are intertwined, no longer two sides of the same coin, but the same face. One that bears the cold and measured features of Giovanni who has grieved and raged through the years. The fire still burns, once an inferno that has tempered into something more controlled. But he can take those flames and stoke it into violent fury with ease. All he needs is to remember. All he needs is to turn back the clock until the hands wind down to that night so very long ago when he’d heard the shattering of glass and the crying shrieks of his own son.

“Perhaps I’m being too presumptuous in speaking for others, but I’m rather inclined to believe that there is nothing you can do to repair the damage you’ve done to those children and to the people who’d cared for them.”

Not even this pathetic old man’s death could pay for what he’d taken from him. No amount of torture and misery Giovanni could ever inflict upon this fool could ever match the long years of torment he’d endured. He would break him, shatter him into fragments like the glass that’d littered his floor on that night.

“With age comes wisdom and you continue to be the opposite of that old adage. What made you think that you could take my son, hurt him mind, body and soul and think that it would earn you anything but a painful death.” Giovanni starts to carefully peel off the leather glove of one hand, one finger at a time until the winter frost bites at his skin. The cold is good. It’s a sharp and bracing reminder to keep him grounded in reality even as he rears back his hand and smacks the bastard across his face. The sound is a thunderclap in the silence, so loud and deafening in his own ears. 

“What makes you think you have any say in what happens to you now?”

    Pryce had always prided himself on being a man forged from ice. Cold, sharp, calculating, he in all his pride had thought to endure with a blizzard of his own making left in his wake. A king of ice and steel, time but a strand loose in the thread of his fate for him to take hold of. Idiotic. He had been nothing but a foolish old man with delusions of grief masked in grandeur, and time spent lost in years had left him softer and the ice in his heart had grown brittle in the wake of awakening at the hands of three stubborn children. One of which he’d wrongfully claimed all those years ago. 

    Yet for all his claim of unbreakable ice, the strike across his weathered face had burned. The fury in Giovanni’s eyes was blazing, and for a moment Pryce thought he would melt in the flames of a grieving father’s wrath. Only the words could have struck deeper than what Giovanni Sakaki had in mind for him.

    And the worst of it, he thought to himself as his head snapped sharply to the side. Is that I cannot name him wrong. He was decades too late to undo the damage he had done, most of the Children he’d reared long since grown and left to wander the wastelands he’d left them. 

    “....You’ve the right." he mumbled, ears ringing from the blow. The distressed cry of the swinub in his lap was muffled what felt like a thousand miles away. He grit his teeth as self loathing built itself up in his chest at the thought of his sins. The crimes against the children he’d uprooted and corrupted for his own ends, believing he could escape the consequences. And consequences came in the form of a father with no sense of mercy. 

    But...

    Turning feirce eyes back up to his assailant, a hand rested on his swinub, ice beginning to form at their feet.

    “But I will not falter until I do what I must.”

#rocketbcss #violence tw

[hclianthi]

what if I added a sailor moon muse

but like

specifically DiC dub 

#tbd #i've been talking to friends about the old dub and i physically #love and cannot handle this chaos

[hclianthi]

DARLINROGUE​  ⋅ ☾ 𝄥 ☼ ⋅ NAMINE

Riku 

Starter for @hclianthi​​​ w/ Riku and Naminé

A kaleidoscope of glass scattered across the oak floors and ornate rug. Fractures of intricate shards, glinting and gleaming in the light like jewels. Like the tiny hard candies the confectionary shop in town sold. Little lemon drops, ruby red strawberries with tiny green gummy leaves, and delicate orange slices adorned with powder sugar peels. Naminé crouched, sitting back on her heels as she reached for a fractal. Light filtered through the glass and painted her palm pale blue. She gasped when the edge bit into her skin and pricked her finger. Blood welled between the lines of her finger print, a little prick of pain. Naminé dropped the glass and put her finger to her mouth. The floor board by the entry hall creaked. She glanced across the room, to the shadowed hallway and the figure lurking therein. Naminé stood and her hands fell to her sides.

“You shouldn’t have come back here.”

    It was strange to find himself here again. The thought had surfaced multiple times since he’d stepped through the decrepit door of his old refuge(or was it moreso a haunt? With he the shadow drifting between where he’d never truly felt safe). Within the ivy colored walls of the abandoned mansion of Twilight Town, Riku found few memories he cared to revisit bombarding him at every turn, ugly reminders of deeds long since past forgivable. Warmth had never existed here; this was not his island with friendly faces with only that pang of wanderlust lining the in-between of his days. This mansion had always felt cold. He thinks he was too, for a time. But without a certain vengeful overseer, this old place seemed...softer. Another ghost drifted in their place, after all.

    “Maybe so,” he replied at last, something soft and wry slipping into his tone as he pushed himself off the doorframe he’d watched her from. “But it’s hard to ignore the resurfacing of Twilight Town’s seventh wonder.”

    “You shouldn’t let that go uncleaned. I think I have something-”

#darlinrogue #darlinrogue: namine #𝅓 ⋅ DAWN ⋅ ☾ 𝄥 ☼ ⋅ RIKU: ARC III. ⋅ 𝅓

[hclianthi]

VALORxDRIVE  ༺⚝༻  SORA​

♕ - “Hmmm..” He tried counting on a few of his fingers, the numbers were there, in his mind sadly, they just didn’t topple past 10.

“Nahhh, ain’t seeing it. When did ya have that many cool moments like ya said again..”

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    Dropping the distant look, Phos responded to the critique by crossing her arms at his lack of investment.

    “It was cool in the moment!” she huffed insistently, waving him off with a dismissive hand. “The best moments can’t be recreated on a whim! Maybe you should give me a reason to act so cool.”

#valorxdrive #⭒ Once Upon a Time….༺⚝༻ PHOS: IC. ⭒ #FIGHT ME #I'LL SNAP CRACKLE POP YOUR RIBS

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#Crack the Sky‚ Fallen Asteria! ∘◦ ⛧ﾐ ◦∘ SILICA: AESTHETIC. #nsfw //

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#⭒ What Time Is It‚ Ms Wolf? ༺⚝༻ PHOS: CHARACTER STUDY. ⭒

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Okay guys I’m just gonna say this, if you get mentioned in any of these Ray Ban charity event posts. DO NOT CLICK ON IT. It is a phishing website. DO not click on it unless you have the correct add blockers and safety precautions. I’ve gotten mentioned in at least 20 of these at this point, and a lot of them are from people I follow. That is because they have been hacked. They clicked on this link and their account was hacked. Please don’t click on this. I’m just bringing some more awareness to this.

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avrorean‌:

do u ever think about how Oghren was a peak example of veterans who don’t get proper care and men in domestic abuse situations and yet bw tossed it all for ‘pervy drunk dwarf’ jokes

#do u ever think about how oghren’s addiction to alcohol/sex and perversion directly stems from the fact #that branka used these things as a replacement for love and distracting him from abusive situations #like that time she used sex as a ‘make up’ tactic when she hit him in the head with a FORGE HAMMER #DO U EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT WE COULD HAVE EXPLORED #ITS BEEN 10 YEARS………..

#Someone’s Too Proud for Their Own Damn Good ⳮⷤ ── ⲇ ── ⳮⷤ OGHREN: CHARACTER STUDY. #BRINGS MY CRYINGS ABOUT OGHREN OVER TO THIS BLOG #I AM UPSET ABOUT THIS DAILY

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CROSSxSKULLED​ ❁ RYUJI-KUN

☠ - Together.

Not even the high class all you could eats could ever make him nod so quick in his life. “S’just– y’know! Much as the garden deal has been about hands on learning too.” That curve of nervousness mixed with relaxation just be seeing her thought filled visage had the stomach doing cartwheels, mind set on fire, just anything try staving off these nerves that aimed to end his game before she even had the chance to answer.

Only when an answer does arrive did his features perk up, that low, shaken breath is drawn into a soft gasp as he stares at Haru as if he’s a deer caught before some headlights. Was this for real?

Even that playful addition of a nickname that signifies her being within his case jolted him with adrenaline and a case of the warm fuzzies. “Sheesh, in this case there ain’t no damn holdin’ back. We’re gonna be making a champion outta ya so you can win these rounds!”

”Then without further ado–”

Scooting a bit closer himself, their legs practically touched and soon he’s joining her hands upon the battlefield known as the controller. Holding such a high focus on the moment made it all too aware when his hands softly rest upon her’s, a sublime softness being noted, tied with a warmth that was simply Haru. Finding himself between the clutch of determination, elation and embarrassment left him just rolling with the punches as he comes smile towards her as well–

Except he’s looking more red like a tomato all the while.

A few testing motions were given, their thumbs guiding the control stick or a silly attempt guide her fingers to the respective buttons, something that rouses a soft bit of laughter. “Ain’t too rough on ya, ain’t it? I talked about you crushing this thing but damn my hands are bigger than I thought.”

    She felt no inclination to shy away as he grew closer, taking the initiative herself to finish closing the distance between them. Haru watched with a wide eyed fascination as Ryuji adjusted her hands with his own with what she could only call a skill of experience. She envied him, really. It was such a small thing, but Haru was so woefully hopeless with any kind of technology. Even the most basic of things left her terribly confused. 

    But Ryuji always seemed to have so much fun with these games of his, even when he lost. Granted, he did have to explain to her that the ‘gamer rage’ he expressed in those moments were all in good fun. Video games really did odd things to people, didn’t they? And she had dedicated herself to this craft, all at the hands of her brand new sensei.

    “Not at all!” Her smile was bright and reassuring. “I’m rather comfortable!”

    Was that the right word? Was the room a little warmer? Haru didn’t allow herself the chance to consider, brow furrowing once more with determination. 

    “Please hold nothing back!”

    Feeling oddly energized, Haru pulled back one hand from beneath his to offer a tiny fistpump as a proud declaration of her determination. An excelling student in this she was not, but Haru Okumura was nothing if not determined. And as butterflies fluttered in her stomach with the replacement of their hands, Haru had to admit that spending this time learning with Ryuji was fun all on its own.

    “I am determined to defeat this first level villain before day’s end!”

#crossxskulled #⊰ ❁ Surge Ahead With Phantasmal Grace!┊ HARU: IC. ❁ ⊱ #video games are very serious business

[hclianthi]

in the year 2020 haru is still a much more accurate and more interesting parallel to akechi in every part of her plot, and yes I will die on that hill

#tbd #I'm working on updating ann and haru's tags today #and guess what my thoughts still burn

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FERALIIX​  ༺⚝༻ TRUTH SILENCER

 “that’s not science, that was a word salad!! don’t kid yourself!!”

    “You’re just scared to admit you’ve eaten a sub.”

#feraliix #⭒ Once Upon a Time….༺⚝༻ PHOS: IC. ⭒ #AND THEY HATED JESUS BECAUSE SHE TOLD THE TRUTH