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thatdelusionalnerd · 2 months
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CHOCOLATE GUY'S BIRTHDAY IS IDES OF MARCH
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dearorpheus · 2 months
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"—suppose you were no longer a girl well reared and disciplined, but a wild boy indulged from childhood upwards; imagine yourself in a remote foreign land; conceive that you there commit a capital error, no matter of what nature or from what motives, but one whose consequences must follow you through life and taint all your existence. Mind, I don't say a crime; I am not speaking of shedding of blood or any other guilty act, which might make the perpetrator amenable to the law: my word is error. The results of what you have done become in time to you utterly insupportable; you take measures to obtain relief: unusual measures, but neither unlawful nor culpable. Still you are miserable; for hope has quitted you on the very confines of life: your sun at noon darkens in an eclipse, which you feel will not leave it till the time of setting. Bitter and base associations have become the sole food of your memory: you wander here and there, seeking rest in exile: happiness in pleasure – I mean in heartless, sensual pleasure – such as dulls intellect and blights feeling. Heart-weary and soul-withered, you come home after years of voluntary banishment: you make a new acquaintance – how or where no matter: you find in this stranger much of the good and bright qualities which you have sought for twenty years, and never before encountered; and they are all fresh, healthy, without soil and without taint. Such society revives, regenerates: you feel better days come back – higher wishes, purer feelings; you desire to recommence your life, and to spend what remains to you of days in a way more worthy of an immortal being. To attain this end, are you justified in overleaping an obstacle of custom – a mere conventional impediment which neither your conscience sanctifies nor your judgment approves?"
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
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Niloy November - Day 4: Sharp
There were many things that Nil kept honed to sharp, clear precision, and his blade was only one of them.  
He always kept his blade sharp, and his arrowheads sharper. And sometimes, when days had passed and there was yet no sign of her on the roads, Nil would run the arrowheads over and through his fingers as he kept and counted through his quiver; a familiar pattern done almost without thought, the motions done as if they were instinct.  A distraction for his hands as his mind counted the numbers of lookouts and fighters within the bandit camp, as well as the wayside travelers who were unfortunate enough to be caught and kept prisoner within the crumbling walls of old stone and metal. 
There were other things that he had to keep sharp – not just his weapons.  His mind and his body were just as important as the blade in his belt, and the Voice of Our Teeth on his back.  And so, when he could feel the anticipation draw tight in his mind and coil into feeling just behind his sternum, Nil would seek out a nicely secluded area to run drills with his sword – slicing through enemies invisible to the eye but spouting delicate fountains of blood within the theater of his mind.  The drills only did so much to keep his mind sharp; rote forms and military methods of practice that did little to sate the simmering hum in his veins. But it would do, for now.  
Cut.  Block.  Mid-parry.  Downward slash.  Block.  
Slash down, slash up.  Block.  Parry, parry.  Block.  
Moving smoothly from one set of drills to another, Nil thought of the way in which the blood-haired huntress fought.  Stealth-wise, swift upward stabs through the ribs, a knockdown kick and twist with a plunging stab through the heart.  Straight melee, and it was upward swings and parry-slashes to take advantage of her speed and smaller stature.  Truly a sight, to watch her fight; to see the breadth of the skills that had clearly been drummed into her for years.  And as Nil continued moving through one pattern of drills to the next, he found himself altering them, countering for a spear stab here, a slashing cut there.  The sprawl of a bandit camp in the hills behind; he wondered how it would feel, clearing this final camp.  The last of his – their – hunting grounds; the remainder of his quarry extinguished like a final candle flame.  As he made a final upward slash with his sword, he could almost see her across from him, bow poised with an arrow nocked, aimed straight at him.  Nil couldn’t help but utter a short, sharp laugh at the image, equal parts amused and invigorated at the thought.  No, no.  Perhaps a thought to consider after.  Until then, he could be patient, and wait for her arrival. 
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vampyrsm · 6 months
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Loving cor unum so much omg , but I’d like to ask… what is your cutest cor unum sukuna headcanon? 👀
Omg hello I'm glad you've been enjoying it so far!!
Hmm, cutest Cor Unum!Sukuna headcanon... It's a little sad but it's sweet. I think beneath all the snarling insults and threats, Sukuna is susceptible to his human emotions. He's never been treated with kindness, never known a gentle caress and most definitely had never been seen as anything other than a monster.
So he tries his hardest to ensure reader can see that he's not a monster like everyone says he is, we see it when he offers reader his hand to help them from the floor. He always heals reader, no matter what. He gives her the best cuts of fruit and always ensures the room is bathed in the warmth of the fire in the hearth. Always gives her the finest of clothes.
He just wants to exude the human emotions he's been forced to repress for so long, and who better than the woman who tried to cut his head off---twice.
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rottiens · 8 days
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I don't know how I was able to collect 47 fics to read in only two days . . . (my 'to read later' was completely empty) but I'll try to catch up as soon as I finish writing this fic
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harryswinks · 2 months
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my mum: jordan pickford you have such a big arse on you
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leorugiet · 1 year
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miss me?
well, if you didn’t, thats unfortunate. I will be trying to be active again. Most likely by first replaying ff15 to refresh myself. hopefully nobody minds me liveblogging about it in a few days time.
restarting my blog again will probably take a bit of time, so bear with me, but i have missed ff15 a lot lately and I am hoping to write here again.
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altrxisme · 1 year
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Kinda up for some ff.xv time shenanigans threads. Just throw either Jackson or Johanne back in time and whatnot.
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ellynneversweet · 2 years
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Narnians (including the adult Pevensies circa HaHB): by the lion’s mane, sir!
Peter and Edmund, directly out of a British boy’s boarding school: by Jove, my good chap!
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aterlupus · 1 year
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currently setting up my ff15 Cor Leonis an ff7 Professor Hojo RP blogs again.
I have zero impulse control.
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thatdelusionalnerd · 5 months
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fuck off you’re telling me we won’t ever get to see these beautiful people together again?
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Literally fuck off Netflix you deserve to burn to the ground
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leafatlaw · 1 year
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sitting in an emergency room. Thinking about gillion with sea based neopronouns
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apollos-boyfriend · 1 year
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so.
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tony-andonuts · 2 months
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No mean to let my anger issues take over but holy shit uf you cant get your event/viceo/watever setvup by the due dste then DONTDO IT!!!!!@
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llycaons · 2 months
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I dared to google translate victoire's last lines and I laughed out loud
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solidwater05 · 7 months
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Punctuationverse character who's most likely to have an evil identical twin?
This sure is a question!
Isn't that super close to Sys, O, and Cor?
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