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elegantduelliste · 3 months

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Epistles of Saints & Sinners

Chapter Summary:

The morning after Tav and Astarion have sex brings up old memories and complicated concerns.

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Story Summary:

When Astarion meets the humble bard, Tav, he soon finds out he's the only one between them that knows they are bound as soulmates through their marks. Deciding it's more trouble than its worth, he refuses to tell her along the course of their journey across Faerûn.

But, unbeknownst to him and their companions, Tav is harboring a gruesome secret that she only thought was nothing more than a traumatized period in her life.

As they both come to face to face with their pasts and presents, will they choose to move forward or let it consume them?

Healing isn’t linear—after all.

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Chapter 10: After

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Pairing: Astarion x female bard Tav

CW: Torture, Abuse, Mention of Torture Devices, Sexual References, Act 1 Spoilers

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The spawn will need rules—lessons—to follow by. Just as Vellioth handed to me, so shall I hand to my creations. My future, beautiful thrall. The time grows near to choose who will do my bidding, to usher in the rite. Ones that value their lives beyond mortality’s chains. Even to exchange it for an eternally damned life. It will take time. Centuries worth. But, they will do my bidding. My dark children. My slaves. My sacrifices.

Let my first lesson guide them:

First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures.

— Cazador Szarr ‘The Avid’, journal entry 1280

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Astarion Ancunín.

From the moment he was turned into a vampire, he was reminded by his sire that he had been chosen. Chosen for his rare picturesque appearance. Chosen for the allure of his social noblesse towards mankind. Chosen to masquerade as a courtesan.

Over and over again was it repeated, until the pale elf believed it to be a treasured gift from his master.

It had taken the better part of six years, forcing Astarion to learn how to control his hunger for thinking creatures. Cazador kept his spawn held captive within rooms—he affectionately referred to as ‘the kennels’—of cages and torture devices. A claustrophobic scent of blood and decayed animal fluids, had long permeated into the floors like a sedative sitting beneath a tongue.

But, his creations had a role to play! Obedient mutts to play fetch for his fertile ghastly mechanisms. He trained them with bugs and rats to curb their appetites, whilst feasting on mortals in front of them. When the spawn would flinch or show their hunger towards a human, Cazador wasted no time in having his servant of bones ready a pair of red-hot pliers.

Twist, pull, burn. Twist, pull, burn.

Fingers. Nipples. Eyelids. Tongues. Cauterized and ripped open in the room that would be their confessional.

“I am your creator. Your father. The priest to hear your penitence. CONFESS! Hast thou lusted after the blood of thinking creatures?” Cazador would scrutinize.

Eventually, the vampire spawn learned. Oh, they always learned. Who they belonged to. Who held the leash that tightened around their mendicant necks. Always sniveling until they learned to smile and appreciate their master for the welfare he bequeathed upon them.

Astarion's fear and resilience drove him, unlike the other spawn. He would not relent to slip entirely into the madness of the night. And because of his choices to defy his master—when he was not around to compel him right away—the consequences for disobeying the coven’s lessons would result in a barbarity far worse than he could ever imagine.

Lacey and Wymonde were their names.

Two victims within the first decade of Astarion becoming a vampire spawn.

Two victims he became enamored with.

Two victims that would create two of the worst memories in his immortal life.

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Lacey. Good-humored, sunny, feisty, Lacey. An unmarried half-elf woman at the age of 42. A baker who inherited a pastry shop in Baldur’s Gate from her human mother.

During year eight of Astarion’s new unlife as a vampire, he noticed her for the first time on his way back to the Crimson Palace after a failed hunt for Cazador. Hauling poorly sealed bags of powdered sugar into her business from the alleyway, it looked like snow was falling in the middle of summer. She was covered in it—angelically so.

He stared at her from the shadows for far longer than anticipated, wondering if the wings of aasimars resembled such purity as the woman’s ringlets garnished in the soft confection. And then, she greeted him roughly, voice lively as a worker bee.

”Saer—are you going to just stand there drooling like a lout or are you going to volunteer to help?”

Astarion shouldn’t have helped her that night. Her bold humor in acknowledging his presence and asking for such a brainless task made him feel more human than nearly every evening he spent in his immortal life thus far. She never once addressed his handsome face, instead taking a genuine interest in him as a man.

Lacey rendered him speechless with her intellect. She belonged in a college as a professor, teaching the youths of their age! Yet, this life was the one that she chose. Perhaps for her it wasn’t ideal, but he admired how she made the most of her situation. There was a degree of strength Astarion tore from it, like a bandit running off with fortunes in his pockets, until he realized he had become genuinely attracted to her. She retained care behind her shining eyes he wanted to own—to sequester beneath the soils of his spirit.

Five nights in a row he visited her. Conversations often leading into topics the vampire slowly started to forget about from his previous life, but she managed to temporarily unearth them for him to relish. Everything she spoke about was wrapped in her warm positivity. She had unintentionally given him hope.

It was the beginning of a relationship. A forbidden intimacy only they knew about. One to possess as his alone; one to nourish.

On the fifth night, he brought her a bouquet of fresh flowers: an invitation for romance. After she closed up for the day, he slept with her in the back room of her shop. Propped up on the edge of a table, corset haphazardly unlaced, Astarion thrust into her slowly. They kissed each other in a display that seesawed into a fit of inferred emotions until dawn.

The next evening she disappeared.

And he knew.

The following night, Cazador shackled Astarion to the prayer cross torture device. His limbs were not allowed to straighten; he was sleep deprived for several more evenings. Punishment for allowing himself to belong to another aside from his master.

Until she finally appeared.

His angel of hope: Lacey.

Brought secretly to the palace by his siblings. A reparation for his sins.

Cazador drained Lacey wholly of her blood, compelling the spawn to watch as his lover died before his eyes. Then, he flung her body to the creatures in the foul sewers of the undercity to consume.

Through Astarion’s exhaustion, his screams became hoarse recollections. Those that were attached forever to the brief season of possible love, now belonging to the destitute plane he started to feel within his oppressed consciousness.

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Wymonde. Loyal, persevering, darling, Wymonde. With paladin oaths scarred upon his hands and a wondrous sense of courage. A young human man with a naivety typically carried over into the early stage of adulthood.

Ah, was he ever beautiful. Skin smooth, unblemished, with the faint trickling of rosiness upon his cheeks. Tall and muscular. His virginity—not yet taken. The perfect victim for the master the spawn were enslaved to serve.

It was at the end of Astarion’s first decade as an undead, that he bumped into the man—quite literally. Wymonde had been sitting on steps leading down to the docks, gawking at the stars above, when the vampire tripped over him in the dark. Instead of offering a wayward apology to him, the human conceded with his knowledge of astrology; a strange bid given Wymonde’s nature as a country bumpkin from some distant farmland.

With the stars as their guide, the man extrapolated upon his preferred constellations and what they meant to the denizens of Faerûn. Astarion mostly sat in silence, listening to legends of the pictorials in the back-lit canopy beyond their reach. The paladin expressed the weight of his loneliness he carried with him since he entered into duty with the blade. They squeezed one another’s hands knowing of their shared sentiment resulting from their hardships.

In the moment, they were just allowed to be.

This would be the last time Astarion felt a sense of connection to the living.

Impulsively, he kissed Wymonde tenderly. He had not attempted to jeopardize himself with the fanciful whims of indulging in an affair since Lacey’s death. The act scared him in such a way, that he ran in lieu of delivering the unsuspecting man to his demise.

But, he belonged to Cazador. There would be no escape.

And as the djinn of malevolence danced on his master’s back—aiding him with instructions of scourge—it was decided Astarion would be sealed, unfed and alone, inside of an ancient tomb for a year.

Buried alive. The vessel of his body, raw out of desperation to scratch his way out. Silence. Wishing for death. Months of nightmares. Starvation.

There would be no heroes to rescue him. No mercy granted. No gods that would answer his prayers. Sadistically imprisoned for the contrition of his conscience.

Astarion would never disobey again.

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The sun’s fountain on his skin had become a verb for Astarion.

It would not mend his centuries of torture, but it was the harbinger of a freedom he thought no longer existed. His hope disintegrated in that impenetrable tomb all those years ago; he didn’t understand the meaning of the word anymore. Not fully. Astarion’s story was no longer about hope: it was about self-preservation.

So, he stood beneath the kindling sphere of flame to soak up the authority and knowledge that predated mankind, that the sun was the only natural force in the universe he would allow himself to trust. No longer was it gods he made his supplications, but it was this daystar he could worship above all else. Should he decide to fly towards its rays of luminescence with wings made of wax, he would gladly allow them to melt for one final grace of its burst of gold upon his flesh.

With dusted flakes of gold printed into his hands, Beneath the watchful gaze of the fiery star, He finds respite in its rusted hues. The realms aglow, kissed by its streams. A catharsis found, until the shadows do rage.

“Good morning,” Tav yawned from behind him.

With his arms outstretched, eyes closed, he continued to bask in the lustrous beams. “And here I was thinking you’d sleep longer after last night’s activities.”

“I mean, I did pass out as soon as I—we were done,” she laughed.

Astarion could hear her heart speeding up. She was most likely blushing, perhaps remembering their passionate evening together.

“Yes, well, when you’ve had a lover such as me, it’s only natural you’d overexert yourself,” he boasted.

The bard shuffled on the ground, leaves crunching from her movements. Her breathing seemed changed, as if she were deciding on her next move in a game of lanceboard.

“Astarion? Maybe I was mistaken, but you didn’t seem fully there during the act. The first night we fooled around in your tent, I thought I saw the same distance in your eyes,” she hesitated with her voice considerately. “And gods—I’m embarrassed to even bring this up—but you also didn’t…you know…finish. Which is fine and there’s nothing wrong with that whatsoever, it’s just—”

Bedding a bard was a rarity for him. They were able to spellbind with their lyrical flattery, even better than he at times, acutely aware of his trickery with his soothing tongue. A troublesome group better left in the dust.

Except, for her.

She was far too intuitive for her own sake, lacking the ignorant tact to have less perception about the world around her. The explorer with a fine-tooth comb, running it through the varied remnants of him.

He craned his neck to acknowledge her, eyes indifferent. “You wish to talk? As in, having a conversation about sex? Adorable. Darling, there is nothing to say, except that, yes, I held back intentionally to focus on your pleasure before I lost control. Need I remind you that during your orgasmic relief, it was my name you cried from your lips. So, apparently, it must not have been too much of a concern.”

“It is a concern to me though. Your thoughts and emotions mean something. To put it more plainly: If I’m not what you want or if this isn’t what you’re interested in after all, we can end it right now,” she replied firmly.

Astarion sighed heavily, moving further into the sunlight. “See, this is exactly why your little meddlesome ploys seats us in the predicaments they do. There is no need to ruin our little ventures into each other's portfolios. We’ve already stated what this is meant to be—let us leave it at that.”

“But, ‘Starion—,” the songstress started before he interrupted.

“Tsk. Now, none of that. Shall we get on soon? I’d like to depart before those dreadful tieflings come back to my tent again to thank me for saving their tails.”

Suddenly, he felt her looming near him. He knew by that stuttering heart drum of hers, that she was not done with her interrogations. That she had seen in full view the raised scars etched on his back, like a crest he carried for the Szarr family. Damn her all to hell.

Tav studied him, lightly stepping nearer. “This—this is what I felt last night?”

“A poem from my old master. He fancied himself as quite the artist and carved it with a lot of revisions over the span of a night,” he told her hallowly, trying to restrain the anguish in his tone.

“Have you ever seen it? The script looks familiar…Inferno maybe?”

The vampire sharply turned to face her. She looked disheveled—a sloven mess. Astarion frowned. Hair wild. Dried blood smeared on her cheeks and neck. The fluids of their lust, still preserved on her inner thighs. It was unlike him to leave a tryst in such a state. Providing thorough aftercare had been an essential rule to follow when it came to seducing his conquests.

Yet, he was prepared to leave her alone in the forest, naked and dirtied. Why?

The answer was transparent. So much so, it consumed him, making his blood run colder than chilled bones. People didn’t see him, not really, but Tav, she wanted to see him. Beyond the fog of his existence that lurked in passing witching hours. And it bothered him. Enough to leave her there to turn tail and put as many miles between them as he could muster.

“Inferno? Gods. The bastard was demented, so who knows. Oh, but I’m sure grabbing a mirror to look at it will solve all my problems!”

The bard bit at her lips—as she was wont to do—acclimating to a serious matter. “Maybe if I took another look at it, I could help you somehow.”

“I think not. You’ve seen enough already,” he snapped.

But, she was the Bathsheba tempting him with her bathes to wipe parts of him onto her. To behold his burdens. It nearly forced a piece of him to crack.

“No one is going to harm you here,” she softly reassured him.

Rich scarlet flooded his vision as it orbited around her. She waited patiently in front of him with that same pitiful kindness behind her eyes that she extended to nearly everyone! He turned his head away, uninterested in bearing the weight of her concern for him.

Then, their worms were twisting together, forcing a psionic connection without their permission.

“No! Do not try to dredge up the past, Tav,” Astarion absconded with prickliness as he severed the link.

Disoriented, she shook her head. “The tadpoles must have done so of their own volition. I wouldn’t have ever tried to pry into your past without your consent, Astarion. I swear it.”

“You seem to have misplaced your accountability, my sweet, or have you already chosen to shoo away our other recent incident when you tried to connect during our pleasant encounter with Raphael?” He snarled defensively, throwing up his hands.

“That was different. I was trying to protect you,” Tav urged, inching closer.

Astarion backed away from her. He didn’t know how to communicate to her what was coursing rabidly through his mind. But, there was the trickling of his body feeling an unknown he could not recall ever harboring. A reclamation of his autonomy he was straining to identify.

“Well, nothing to sate your entertainment like the tragic backstory of the beautiful vampire. How blatantly cliché,” he deflected sarcastically. “Perhaps you can write about it in an upcoming song! Please do remember to give me some credit.”

Her face was covered in splotches of reddish pink. A mist wettening over her sight. Remorse filled the fine lines around her mouth, but she also seemed… frustrated.

Did he really mean to widen this chasm between them while trying to maintain his security with her?

“I’m sorry about the incident with Raphael; it will never happen again,” she admitted coolly, avoiding his gaze.

Tav dressed herself quietly, doing what she could for her appearance. Astarion watched her intently. She was a fool to linger around him. He was a fool to allow her to probe to the extent she had.

“We should head back to camp.”

She nodded, smoothing down the last parts of her skirts. But, before she turned to leave, she stood before him in her observing stillness. Her empathetic valor crashing against him with the tremoring cadence of her cardiac organ. An unparalleled flicker in their time together.

Astarion blinked several times, processing what he had just witnessed. Yes, he could be a crude and brusque man; he was aware of his derisive tendencies. Yet, while she stared at him, he saw his sorrow eclipsing her eyes like the ashes from palm leaves. And for a second, he could have sworn his hunger for blood was replaced with a longing for affection he had locked away in that burial chamber, along with his memories of Lacey and Wymonde.

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entamesubs · 3 days

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Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush!! Episodes 105 Sub Release

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信呼吸 Noblesse

Yes, it is also a pun on "no breath", considering "breath" was Tiger's thing from SEVENS.

Noblesse is from noblesse oblige, the idea that those who are privileged should be generous, noble, and responsible to those who are less privileged. That nobility is not merely gained through blood, but social status and good acts.

Taken apart, the kanji mean individual things that are part of what a "Noblesse" is in canon.

信 can mean trust, sincerity, honesty, and (religious) devotion. 呼 can mean to call out or cry out. 吸 can mean to inhale, or (magnetic) attraction.

呼吸 together means breath. It can also mean harmony and peace, relating to how the voice of a Noblesse can settle disputes.

Anyway, the kanji is not how any of those kanji are individually read no matter how you slice it. This is what's known as a "forced reading" - they slap kanji together that look cool, but force a completely different reading in the furigana to name it something else.

Now I'm going to take the time to recommend a fun song for you. Be sure to turn on captions.

#yugioh #yugioh go rush #go rush #ygo go rush #go rush spoilers #entamesubs release #E105

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teodorawitchblade · 11 months

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Noblesse Ending Explained

I've seen on Reddit new people coming into the fandom and they're confused about what happened at the end. I've explained this before a few times, but I will do it again for the new people. (Make sure to read everything)

Spoilers ahead.

In the spin-off series ("Rai's Adventure"), at the end, it's revealed that the "Tears of God" have the power of revival. And at the end of the main series, after the Nobles are hit by the missiles, you can see these "Tears of God" everywhere. So they all got revived supposedly by the Gods.

(Here it shows how the Tears of God have revived everyone in the spin-off:)

(And here is the exact moment after the Nobles have been hit by the missiles:)

Frankenstein doesn't know this because he didn't participate in the spin-off, reason why his last line was talking about finding out how they are all alive. Only Raizel knows what happened.

On Wikia it says that the Tears of God is the Blood Stone and Raizel is the keeper. So the second option would've been that Raizel used the power of the Blood Stone two times to revive everyone including himself. Maybe that's what the author meant by saying Raizel has "Phoenix-like" powers. Because he's the only one that can revive using the Blood Stone.

#noblesse #webtoon #manhwa #manga #ending explained #cadis etrama di raizel

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hpowellsmith · 9 months

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Spoilery ask and answer about Pascha and their family from Noblesse Oblige:

Really complicated and regretful. They would realise that they handled everything really badly. Queen Mirela would rather not admit that, openly at least. Consort Youcef is devastated. I could actually see them breaking up in the aftermath.

It has been a really difficult time (especially if Rosario didn't marry the Creme MC because Pascha's half-sibling Darian was getting married to them and if what happened with Pascha came out, Queen Mirela and her consorts are well aware that the wedding would be off). Rosario or no, sending Pascha to Teteriuk and trying to sweep everything under the rug was them acting in an absolute panic rather than acting to support Pascha, who whatever you think about their culpability has gone through A Lot, compensate Frantisek's family in any way (though obviously nothing would bring him back), or help bring closure to anyone involved.

(The secret villains of Noblesse Oblige are bad mental healthcare and a bad justice system.)

I can see them trying to track Pascha and the MC down. Maybe they would find them, maybe they would be able to disappear and build a life for themselves. If they did find them, I'm not sure what would happen: I think a lot would depend on how Pascha and the MC were feeling and how they would handle it.

#asks #noblesse oblige #noblesse oblige spoilers #pascha boroi

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pilferingapples · 1 year

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LM 1.1.1, LM 1.1.2

LM 1.1.1

"The ruin of the French society of the olden days, the fall of his own family, the tragic spectacles of ’93, which were, perhaps, even more alarming to the emigrants who viewed them from a distance, with the magnifying powers of terror.."

I know I mentioned it around the Preface chapter but again it's really striking to me that Hugo was, at this point, an exile , viewing the things going on in France from a distance. I don't know off the top of my head if this line was in the '43 manuscript or new, but it sure feels relevant to '62 Hugo...

I really like how much Myriel becomes a Man of Mystery-- we know he has a big Come to The Church moment, and that's it, and does any of the rest matter? It almost feels like a challenge--we're going to see what he *does*; should we, after all, care about what was said about him?

Mademoiselle Baptistine was a long, pale, thin, gentle creature; she realized the ideal expressed by the word “respectable”; for it seems that a woman must needs be a mother in order to be venerable.

-- I strongly suspect that this is a joke/pun about the ranks of nuns; that is, that only a "mother" can be "venerable" , as in "Venerable Mother". I do not however know squat enough about Catholic titles to be really sure--can anyone help out?

Translation notes:

Hapgood inexplicably translates Myriel being "noblesse de robe" as "nobility of the bar". "Noblesse de robe" was a real, specific thing; more usually translated as "nobles of the robe", they were aristocrats attached to an office. "Noble of the bar" sounds like a joke about a lawyer who drinks a lot.

LM 1.1.2 Apart from everything else about the hospital/Bishop's mansion swap, I can't get over how without that, Magloire would have been in charge of cleaning a multi-story mansion all on her own, for, apparently,zero wages? or is the church paying her directly? I have many questions!

--In fact that is, for me, an effect of Hugo's super-detailed style! With a lot of authors, I never feel any need to gather more info than exactly what they give me-- everything is spare and stripped down and it feels like if it's not on the page, it's not important. But Hugo's absolute maximalist style invites questions, for me-- he mentions A-F, H , and the L-Z, so why not G, etc? Obviously, because one has to move on at some point, but somehow the more detail I get here, the more I want!

One detail I'd LOVE to know more about for this chapter: is the Bishop setting up household expenses like this a normal thing for the Bishop to do! In a regular household of the time, I'd definitely expect Mlle. Baptistine to be arranging the budget--that would be part of her role as head of the household, although of course her brother would have final authority. But this is a very specific household, and while obviously Church tradition can't count on every Bishop having a sister or female relative along, I wonder if this is something that would normally be done by a junior clerical type?

This holy woman regarded Monseigneur of Digne as at one and the same time her brother and her bishop, her friend according to the flesh and her superior according to the Church. She simply loved and venerated him.

-- first use of the "loved and venerated" phrasing that will repeat in various places in the text! ...I don't feel like that's actually a spoiler XD But I love Hugo's use of phrases repeating like little leitmotifs!

a senator of the Empire, a former member of the Council of the Five Hundred which favored the 18 Brumaire, and who was provided with a magnificent senatorial office in the vicinity of the town of Digne, wrote to M. Bigot de Préameneu, the minister of public worship, a very angry and confidential note on the subject, from which we extract these authentic lines:—

I really want to know where Our Narrator is getting these Authentic Lines! But also: M. Bigot de Preameneu. That is a Dickens-level on -the-nose name there.

Translation notes:

We do not claim that the portrait herewith presented is probable; we confine ourselves to stating that it resembles the original.

Sigh. this isn't wrong but it just loses the echoing words of the original (Nous ne prétendons pas que le portrait que nous faisons ici soit vraisemblable; nous nous bornons à dire qu’il est ressemblant.) My favorite English version of the line I've seen goes along the lines of "We do not say that this portrait is very likely; only that it is very like." , but even there, I think this is just one of those things where translation has a Struggle? Realizing that I'm gonna start noticing more of those is a real mixed bag ><;

#Les Mis Letters #LM 1.1.1 #LM 1.1.2 #...these chapters may have the deepest tag archives I got

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fleurladari · 1 year

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nobody: me:

--the internal structure of the little “bees” on Lysandre’s backpack having a lining of the crystals from Paldea after an expedition of “Lysandre Labs” to assist in helping the professor(s) in looking into Area Zero. This also being connected to their search for one of the aura trio[well duo in their thought; since zygarde was lesser known and not for charging the weapon] since the structures of Area Zero seemed to bare a striking resemblance to the energies emitted off of the aura trio. This exhibition ultimately went nowhere in the short term, but for the long term they managed to collect a decent amount of of the crystals for further research and it assisted in the search for energy signals baring similarity to the legendaries. This material was used minimally--though it was also used to recover parts of the Ultimate Weapon that were thought to have been damaged. In reality, the material is incredibly difficult to damage, it was simply adding more fuel to the machine. It did, however, help with kickstarting it faster.

Other things that had enhances made with the crystalline structure excavated from Area Zero:

The Expansion Suit

The Absorbers

Lysandre’s goggles [his equipment as a whole]

The Legendary Containment Room.

#study ;; noblesse flamboyante #scvi spoilers

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sunglassesd0ggo · 9 months

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Hi, this is a list of animes I like so you can get to know me even more. (I WILL UPDATE THIS LIST AS I WATCH THE SERIES)

🔴 - Didn't finish and prob won't continue.

🟡 - Didn't finish but prob will continue.

🟢 - Finished!

🤍 - Liked it too much and read the manga.

❤️ - Won my heart forever.

Anime:

Pokémon - 🟢❤️ (First anime ever, didn't even knew it was an anime lol)

Beyblade - 🟢 (I mean why not, I like it haha)

Naruto / Shippuden - 🟢 (When it all started for real, in 2020).

Black Clover - 🔴

Fairy Tail - 🔴

One piece - 🟡

BSD - 🟢🤍 (I really love this, 8/10 bc the manga is better)

JJK - 🟢🤍 (I miss Nanami, Shibuya arc is near, let's suffer again jjk fandom)

TBHK - 🟢🤍 (It was one of my first anime ever, started the manga but stopped)

Tokyo Revengers - 🟢🤍 (Very good, the ending was kinda rushed tho)

Tokyo Ghoul - 🟢

Noragami - 🟢 (Need to start the manga!)

Chainsaw - 🟢🤍 (First anime I've read the manga before the anime)

Owari no Seraph - 🟢🤍 (Def homosexual but ok, need a 3 season)

Tower of God - 🟢🤍

Vinland Saga - 🟡🤍 (Finished S1 before the s2 was there so I started reading the manga, dropped it and didn't watched or read it anymore)

Food wars - 🟢 (Food)

Demon Slayer - 🟡 (I didn't had the time to go past S1 since 2020)

*Updated to 🟢: I finished the anime and I'm gonna read the manga!

Fire force - 🔴

Dororo - 🟢 (Work of art)

TPN - 🟡 (Dropped in the middle of s2)

SAO - 🟢 (I like classics)

Violet Evergarden - 🟡 (I wasn't understanding the story so I need to re-watch it)

BNHA - 🟡

Haikyuu - 🟢❤️ (My family)

TGOH - 🟢🤍

Horimiya - 🟢 (Meh)

Kamisama Hajimemashita - 🟢❤️ (I don't even need to explain)

TSSDK - 🟡

One punch man - 🟡

Assassination Classroom - 🟢 (It gave me depression)

Rokudenashi Majutsu - 🟢

Mahoutsukai no Yome - 🟢❤️ (This kind of women are just✨)

Kuroko no Basket - 🟢

Blue Lock - 🟡🤍 (Started the manga)

Fullmetal - 🟡

Akame Ga kill - 🟢 (I was innocent, I had literally no spoiler, I cried my soul)

Elite classroom - 🟢

Fruits basket - 🟡❤️ (I always stop in S3 so I'm waiting for vacations to finish this masterpiece)

TMDKA - 🟢

Kimi Ni Todoke - 🟢 (Fluffy)

Beastars - 🟡

Ao no Exorcist - 🟢

SK8 - 🟢 (Gay skaters)

Angels of death - 🟢 (Came after Naruto lol)

Inu X Boku - 🟢 (Came after the AOD)

Black butler - 🟢 (Suspicious)

Kaichou was maid-sama - 🟢 (Cute)

Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun - 🟢❤️ (Idk but this anime ost makes me feel sad and nostalgic but happy at the same time)

TYE - 🟡 (I had no courage to get past the 1 EP)

Goblin slayer - 🟡

!WARNING! JUN MAEDA WORKS NEXT💔

Charlotte - 🟢 (Cried)

Angel beats - 🟢 (Cried)

Clannad - 🟢 (Cried)

Ao Haru Ride - 🟢

Akagami no Shirayuki - 🟢❤️ (I love strong women)

Orange - 🟢 (...)

Noblesse - 🟢🤍

Vanitas no Carte - 🟢🤍

Hyouka - 🔴

Free! - 🟢 (Gay)

Ouran High School - 🟢❤️

Akatsuki no Yona - 🟢 (Ah, woman...)

Gakuen Babysitters - 🟢❤️ (So cute pls watch it)

Assassin's pride - 🟢 (Don't watch it)

K-Project - 🟡

Sankarea - 🟢

Fate - 🔴 (I need someone to explain me this thing)

Kemono Jihen - 🟢

AOT - 🟡

Devilman - 🟢 (Yeah no)

Kekkai Sensen - 🟢

86 - 🟡

Munou na nana - 🔴 (I was watching the launch but I dropped it)

Little Witch Academia - 🟢❤️ (Watched on netflix)

TMD - 🟢 (Gays)

Death Parade - 🟡

Yuukoku no Moriarty - 🟢 (Catch me if you can Mr. Holmes~)

Bakuten!! - 🟢

Durarara! - 🟡

Nanbaka - 🟢

Gunjou no Magmel - 🟢 (no idea)

I'm standing on a million lives - 🟢

Lookism - 🟢🤍

Ballroom - 🟢

Tsurune - 🟢 (I love this)

Somali to Mori no kamisama - 🟢

Kiznaiver - 🟢

Buddy Daddies - 🟢 (Def gay)

Trigun Stampede - 🟡 (I just need time)

Cyberpunk - 🟡

Pandora Hearts - 🟡

Number 24 - 🟢

Gangsta. - 🟡

Hakuouki - 🟢 (Cried)

Ao no Hana - 🔴

Tanaka-kun - 🟢 (Cute)

Idolish-7 - 🟢

Hakkenden: Touhou - 🟢🤍 (I really need to find the manga)

Itsudatte Bokura no Koi wa 10cm Datta - 🟢 (I love the ost kikoemasuka)

Mekaku City Actors - 🟢

Sirius - 🟢

Anime (but BL)

Given - 🟢🤍 (I don't think I need to explain anything after this)

Junjou Romantica - 🟢🤍 (Told you)

Super Lovers - 🟢 (I don't like this tho-)

Yuri on ice - 🟢

Banana Fish - 🟢 (I hate this but I love this)

Dakaichi - 🟢 (Do not ask)

Sasaki to Miyano - 🟢🤍

Hitorijime my Hero - 🟢🤍

The night beyond - 🟢🤍

Hatsukoi - 🟢🤍 (I love this one, def stressing but also good)

Umibe no Etranger - 🟢🤍 (This is fluffy)

Doukyuusei - 🟢🤍 (You need to watch it)

Hybrid child - 🟢🤍 (I cried and cried, I just cried)

Monochrome Factor - 🔴 (I have no idea)

No. 6 - 🟢🤍

#anime and manga #anime #one piece #jjk #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #sao #jujustu kaisen #umibe no etranger #tokyo revengers #tokyo ghoul #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs

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