#aes: can't clean the blood
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[the godfather // mario puzo]
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"favorite crime"
If the other Yellow Ajah could see you now they would probably think it wasn't you. It's not common to find a professed healer holding a bloody knife. But it's not like that... well it is, but there are a lot of details missing.
Like for one, you had no choice.
"How did you-why did you do that?" a voice asks.
You turn around with the blade still in your hand. There on the ground is a man. About your age. He's sitting there in shock mostly. Looking you up and down, like you were the mad one.
"Are you out of your mind?! If I didn't do that you would've died!" you yelled at him.
In hindsight, yelling at someone who looks scared of you will you have a blade in your hand wasn't a good look. But you couldn't really care at the moment. Not when his words just hit you.
Why did you do that?
You drop the blade to the ground. Between shaky breaths you look down at your hands. Blood stained. You took a like. You did the opposite of healing. You, a yellow ajah. No longer a yellow ajah.
"I just...I thought I was doing the right thing." you said.
The man slowly stands to his feet. You notice it out of your peripheral vision. How he stands, and slowly takes steps towards you. Then he kicks the blade away with his foot.
"Hey, we can fix this. We can say that I did it." he offers.
You look up at him now. Why would he offer to take the fall for you? Why would he offer up his innocence for your guilt? You don't know him from anywhere, and he doesn't know you.
You shake your head, "We can't. We can't. Aes Sedai can't lie."
He groans, and starts pacing around.
"I'm so sorry. I don't even know your name." you mumble.
He stops pacing then.
"it's Perrin." he offers.
You give him your name. He smiles at you then. And you don't know why but it makes you feel better. It's not a full smile. There is nothing for the two of you to be happy about right now. But it's one of those smiles, meant to reassure.
"Perrin. I fear we are in some deep shit right now." you speak.
He seems to misfire. You think he's never heard an Aes Sedai curse before. He probably thought it was impossible. You laugh a little at his reaction.
"What if it never happened?" he asks.
"What? I can't undo what has already been done." you answer.
He shakes his head, "I'm saying what if no one knew this happened? What if no one knew to ask you what happened here?"
You catch onto his train of thinking. If the two of you got rid of the evidence, no one would know to ask you anything. You won't have to lie. Huh.
"That might actually work." you whisper.
"I know, but we have to get moving right now." he says.
Both of you work in tandem to move the body. You clean the blood off the knife and toss it into the river and Perrin makes quick work of the left over blood stains on the alley floor with a bucket of water.
That night you lose a part of your self. But you also gain something much deeper. After that night you and Perrin aren't seen without the other. Surely it would be suspicious why you two started hanging out all of a sudden. But no one really questions it, and you don't have to lie.
It doesn't take long after that when Perrin and you go from begin friends to something more. Something with secret touches, and lingering stares, and shared meals. A part of you died that night but something came to life too.
#perrin aybara x reader#the wheel of time fic#the wheel of time imagine#perrin aybara fic#perrin aybara imagine#the wheel of time#perrin aybara
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𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝙿𝚝.𝟸
Wooyoung, San, Seonghwa, and Yunho sat silently in the back of the parked car while Yeosang tapped into the building’s security, giving him the ability to turn cameras off at will. It was finally time to put their plan in motion. You see, these four would be going in and planting everything they think they’d need when the time comes and their heist is going down. Seonghwa made sure to keep each boy in line until they got the okay from Yeosang.
"Woo, distract the receptionist. San, Yunho and I will be planting everything under plants, behind paintings, about anywhere we can find. Yeo, keep us covered, we'll be quick so it won't take us long. Does everyone have their holos?" Seonghwa asked, looking between the others.
They all nodded in his direction, their answers clearly being 'yes', and Seonghwa clapped his hand on San's strong back.
"Let's go then, yeah?"
Inside the building, Wooyoung was flirting with the receptionist, as per instructed. His charms were useful for this exact reason as the other three slipped through the guest gates with forged ID badges, dressed up in suits with hidden artillery strapped to them. Right about now, the receptionist would've noticed the three of them slip by, but Wooyoung managed to catch her attention again.
The other three got off on separate levels; Seonghwa on the second, San on the third, and Yunho on the fourth. They made it quick and used the holo to tell each other when they're done. They all make it back to the elevator, getting in one after another. Yunho, San, Seonghwa.
Yeosang hasn't taken his eyes off the cameras until they all check in, switching to the next floor together. This last floor was the floor where the prototype was, and it was displayed on its stand in its glass cage. "I don't think you should go up to the fifth floor, I can't crack the security, and the only way in now is to break the glass. We can come back when I'm better prepared."
Seonghwa wasn't happy about this, but if he didn't want to get caught, this is what they needed to do. "You heard the man, let's go." He murmured, clicking the button to go down when he stepped in. The ride down is silent, and they make it back to the first floor, walking out that same gate before making it out. Yeosang called for Wooyoung, the heartbreaker finally saying goodbye to the receptionist with a wink and lipstick smears on both of their faces.
The man settles settles between San and Yeosang, both of them laughing at the red wax on and around his mouth while the van starts moving.
"You really were committed, hm?" San taunted with a stifled laugh.
"I have too much pride to be bad at my job." He responded to the other man with a pointed look, taking his compact out and cleaning himself up.
Despite the banter, Seonghwa is scheming already, trying to plan their next move.
Fuck, they need this implant.
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Ramble thoughts, Vigil Warmaster Nastazya training with General Almorra in 1325 AE
Nastazya trying to break through Almorra's guardian shields to no avail, getting more and more frustrated and ultimately making it easier to block her.
"GRRRGH! Scorch it, I'll break that damn shield if it's the LAST THING I-"
Almorra deflects yet another strike from the Warmaster's axe, not a mark on her thanks to her guardian magic. "Enough. You're too easy to predict, too blind with anger."
"Like hell! I'm strong enough to break your shield, just watch!" Ragewelder growls, putting away her axes only to charge forth with her greatsword. A gravelled roar bursts from her as she brings it blade down to the General's barrier.
"I said ENOUGH!" An expertly manoeuvred parry knocks the greatsword clean out of her opponent's paws, following up with a quick slam of her foot to Nastazya's abdomen.
"HRK-!" The warrior grimaces as the impact strikes to her very core, her balance upset, she crumbles and falls to her back. Groans of pain escape her as she grasps her stomach, though an anger still fills her, her free paw clenching hard to a fist.
Soulkeeper glares down to her Warmaster, disappointment clear in her expression. She had promoted Nastazya for her improvement and efforts alongside Forgal, by all means Forgal assured it was the right choice. But this view gives her a hint of regret. "You need to be better than this, you're more than an animal, fighting fang and claw in blind rage will get you and others killed."
Get others killed... The words pierce like an arrow, the look in her eyes is almost as if she were already shot. Nastazya huffs frustratedly, her gaze falling from her general, her voice balances on the edge of breaking. Furious, yet sorrowful. "...The hell am I meant to do? This rage is all I have! It's what keeps me goi-!"
"And what is that rage for?" Almorra barks questioningly, interrupting before the anger gets worse. She needs to confirm the source, so as to remedy it. "Is it rage against the dragons? For corrupting your dam? Slaying half your first warband? Making you have to look into the undead eyes of your warbandmate?"
Ragewelder's eyes widen, the mere mention of those moments return a harshness to her chest. She can't bear to meet the General's gaze. "How do you know...?"
"I have files on you from the Legions. But that's besides the point." The elder charr's yellow eyes squint down, still glaring at her warmaster. She has an assumption about this, confirmed further by the reaction shown. She is blunt, direct. "You're not angry at the dragons, nor any of the other threats. The only rage you hold is for yourself, for being unable to prevent the deaths of those you cared for."
Nastazya suddenly snarls harshly, a vicious baring of her fangs directed to the general. "That's not-! I did all I could!"
"You tell yourself that, and I can see well enough you don't listen. You snap back the instant it's brought in to question, that's as much an admission to it as any." Her words are bitingly harsh, Almorra knows that with her warmaster being Blood Legion that's what she needs to hear it as.
Ragewelder's breath huffs through her teeth, brows contorted in fury. A fury that gradually melts into confliction as her gaze falls. "I- I didn't- GRRRH!" Her arm leaves her abdomen, only to crash her knuckles to the floor. "You're wrong!"
"Oh, and how?" Soulkeeper can sense something more behind this outburst, maybe there is a fragment she's missing.
"It's not that I couldn't save them, it's...!" A mournful snarl escapes the warmaster, her claws digging into the stone floor. "Howl was in the tomb because he followed me! Tullia, Graw, Clio, Faust. They all were in the brand because I lead them there! I might as well have killed them myself!"
Almorra's eyes widen a slight as realisation is bluntly thrust upon her, so that's the truth of it. "...Hrmm. Seems I was mistaken."
"What? For making me warmaster?" Nastazya mutters harshly.
"No, I assumed the source of your anger wrongly. Now I know where it springs from..." The general approaches closer, holding down an open paw. "We can work on getting you back on your feet, your rage can be a tool in battle, should you learn to control it properly."
Ragewelder looks up to her, some of the confliction in her face is gone. She was expecting Almorra to be harsher than this, and yet... Despite that, she still looks hesitant. "You still... Even after how I just was?"
"We all make mistakes, better we learn from them than let them happen again." Soulkeeper nods towards her open paw, still offering the gesture. "You don't want that anger to cause the death of any more of those you care for, do you?"
Nastazya is silent for a short moment, her eyes shut as she nods, before firmly grasping the general's hand. "...I don't. I have to be better. I need to be better. I don't want to lead anyone else into a meaningless death."
"Good." Soulkeeper pulls Ragewelder up to her feet, then stands respectfully tall in front of her. "Tomorrow, we start with discipline. We'll forge that anger you hold into a weapon you can use, not blindly, but with keen precision."
"Yes, General Soulkeeper." Ragewelder salutes her, though a matter still rests on her mind. "Is there nothing else for today? I'm eager to keep going."
The general shakes her head, keeping her stoic stance. "No, you rest. Patience is just as important to learn, you'll lose yourself again without it. In any case, dismissed."
"...Right. Understood." Nastazya offers once last salute before going to leave on her way, retrieving her parried greatsword on the way. She stops for a moment, turning back to Soulkeeper. "General, one last question if I may... Why are you doing this? Just for me?"
Almorra exhales, head bowed in thought. "Perhaps... It is because I sense a kinship in you, we both lost our warbands to the crystal dragon." Her gaze raises once more. "I hope that, maybe one day, we'll both be there to strike that beast down. I want to make sure you are alive to be there."
"Soulkeeper... I-" Ragewelder stands strong once more, a sense of dedication fills her. "I won't misplace that faith of yours. I'll do everything I can, I swear it."
A smile finally adorns the general's muzzle. "Good, I'm looking forward to it."
#gw2#guild wars 2#charr#Nastazya Ragewelder#Almorra Soulkeeper#this thing has been sitting in my drafts since early March lmao#writing#Almorra has always been a major character for Nastazya and this is my attempt to try get more into that
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↪ 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 / 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸
------- monthly summary 01
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Hello, my sprites!
The Haven is progressing ❤︎
First, I want to thank my sweetest @365runesofwriting for so graciously allowing me to take inspiration from their monthly wrapup; I'm not sure whether I'll be able to keep up with this, but I would certainly like to try!
(I'll also be lumping in August, in terms of posts.)
Without further ado, let's see what I've been up to this month...
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𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 ---
➺ After returning from quite a long break, I'm pleased to report the haven has nearly reached the Five Hundred Follower Milestone! During this month, 45 new sprites made their way to safety.
➺ During this time, I also updated my blog theme, colors, and pages. I now have a new masterlist of my works, a character library (WIP), and I plan on making an expanded navigation page in the future!
➺ I opened my discord server, North Haven, to the writeblr public; a space for writers to share their work in specialized categories and/or channels, known as 'realms,' as well as participate in sprints and QotD!
➺ Created a masterlist of writeblr blogs, known as The Locket and it already has 36 blogs! I very much hope for that number to continue to grow.
➺ I've managed to go into more detail when answering asks, and I've even done my best to focus on only a few WIPs to help followers connect to my works better; Servant to Dragon and King and Fable
➺ Though I've had my blog for a while, I joined a whole new writeblr community, and I've met so many wonderful new mutuals since. As such, I can't help but mention a few that have been especially welcoming, in no particular order:
@midnight-and-his-melodiverse
@queerlilchinchin
@perasperaadastrawriting
@antihell
@orphicpoieses
@marinesocks
@enchanted-lightning-aes
@italiangothicwriteblr
@memento-morri-writes
Please know that if I had the energy, I would absolutely go into detail for each of you. You've all been super supportive and engaging, and I can't wait to see what we create next!
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𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 ---
The summer leading up to this month has been quite long... that said, I've made a lot more progress than I ever expected!
➺ After stepping away permanently from my coauthor of 5 years, I've managed to detach my work from theirs; my characters stand proudly on their own, joined by quite a few new ones, and my worlds are blazing brighter than ever
➺ I now have two universes; Alatheia, and now Elysia.
➺ I also have three new planets; Firma, Lockehaven, and Lumia.
➺ Old WIPs have been archived, with a few pages dusted off and rewritten to fit my current world.
➺ I started a new project, Faefinder; a WIP still in its very early stages of brainstorming and research, and a setting I've not used before.
➺ I began writing Angel to Mage; a WIP that for now is a collection of snippets in the hero x villain style, and is another concept I've not worked with before.
➺ I've built up pinterest boards for quite a few of my characters and developed others.
➺ Character playlists have been cleaned up and expanded.
➺ Introduced Myhren & Fable
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𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 ---
BLORBO BLURSDAY
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Myhren & Artwyn 01
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TAG GAMES
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find the word tag 01
find the word tag 02
get to know me 01
fantasy tropes 01
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WORLDBUILDING WEDNESDAY
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servant to dragon and king 01
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WRITING & LORE
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a bond broken
angel to mage 01
world introduction
blood types
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POETRY
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9/23/22 - far
8/29/22 - rage of the kind
8/09/22 - what are you
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FAIRYTALE FRIDAY
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stdk: the blade
the artist with crimson hair
stdk: morgaine
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𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 ---
With Halloween coming up and classes beginning to get busier, I still have some vague plans for this month;
➺ Progress w/ Character Library
➺ Continue answering asks
➺ Update The Locket
➺ Introduce a few more WIPs and Characters
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This post has shown me just how much I have actually accomplished in such a short time; there are plenty of things I didn't even get to, but seeing it all in one spot is quite nice. I can only do my best to keep moving forward!
~ Of Fables & Feathers,
🕊️ Locke J. Haven
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when feathercap treats are on the line, words get written, I guess
last line tag! I still have some, so I can't just do a normal excerpt. but I'm gradually using them up! until I get more. this time from @on-noon @dogmomwrites @writerfae @did-i-do-this-write
from city story. this takes place after the last scene, where Jet and Rune got in a fight.
Rune is a statue, immovable if she has made up her mind. But she hasn’t, yet, because she only swings around a little before pivoting back in place, eyes distracted. Yarrow keeps his on her face, arms folded. Neither of them are ready to give in.
Jet is not known for surrender.
He takes Rune’s hand. She doesn’t want that, he knows, but he takes it, and leads her through to the back. Yarrow follows behind them, blocking their escape. Rune sits on the couch like a wasp waiting to sting. Jet releases her hand only after Shadow shows up with first aid supplies. She is stubborn and so close to malevolent today, but she won’t run from Shadow. Jet will bet on that.
Shadow sits on the table in front of Jet, though. He reaches out with a cotton pad and Jet leans away. “I’m good.”
“Hold your head still,” Shadow says.
Jet tries to grab at Shadow’s hand half-heartedly. Shadow uses the other one to hold Jet’s chin with fingers that grip tighter than expected. The blood is wiped away from his face methodically, and it hurts with a distant ache that Jet is too familiar with to fully register. His eyes dart to the side, watching Yarrow work on Rune.
She’s also stiff under the hands cleaning her wounds, but Yarrow has tempered his frustrations to deal gently with them. He has artist hands even while he’s furious. Rune doesn’t look at Yarrow or Jet, but off to the other side, apathetic.
city story taglist: @zoya-writes @selene-stories @enchanted-lightning-aes @oh-no-another-idea @diphthongsfordays @wildswrites
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For the writing asks "are you comfy?" For any of your ships or free style!
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listen... it's nyra hours... i'm sorry i can't write much else... she demands ATTENTION. also credits to you for inspo for this one bc recovery? fucking hard to write. not my best but that's okay.
-- Divinity's Reach, 1328 AE
-- cw for implied suicidal ideation
"I'm sorry for bothering you, Lady Ainsaph, but I'd like to see your daughter, if she feels well enough for it." Renira's voice is calm and even, a trained one for dealing with the aristocracy. And Lady Antonia Ainsaph is, by all accounts, a noblewoman; Renira immediately notes the expensiveness of her dress and the straightness of her posture. She doesn't follow the city's trends in their entirety, her neckline being just that much rounder than what the current fashion dictates, and her hair's done up, and, most interestingly, hairs are out of place.
It makes sense though, if her daughter's recovering from, well, almost dying in a war. Renira notes with slight disdain how clinical it all sounds in her head, as if she's making a profile on a woman who's done nothing wrong by being a good mother.
Antonia sighs and looks away. There's something vaguely Nyra-like in the way she does it, in the curl of her nose and the arch of her brow, pale where Nyra's is brown. "She is.. She's been fine this morning," she states, as neutrally as she can. "As fine as she can be at the moment. You can enter, miss Sulver, if Alys will have you."
Alys? That's new. Renira notes that too. "I fought beside her in the war," she says. And then, a layer of honesty, "I just want to check on her."
"Friends are always welcome here," Antonia says, beckoning to enter. Renira does, inwardly marveling at the decorated floors and stately portraits that hang around the walls. Of course, Duke Barradin and his kingly brother take central place at the top of a grand staircase, a firm reminder whose blood flows down Ainsaphs' veins.
It's so easy to forget Alysannyra Ainsaph descends from Ascalon's ancient kings, if only for the fact she never brings that up herself. But it's a well known fact that she is one of King Doric's many living descendants, if you know where to look. Renira looks at her own dress, pricey and elegant, and remembers a truly unremarkable Vera who couldn't boast any lineage beyond that of two absolutely random humans whose names she didn't even know.
But she's not here for old dead people. She's here for recovering patients. "Please wait here for a moment," the lady says. "I'll have a someone guide you to the guest area and please, miss, don't hesitate to help yourself to coffee or tea. I'll be back shortly." Antonia gives her a nod and goes up the marble staircase; a pretty, brunette valet appears from the corner and signals for Ren to follow.
The corridors are long and clean and once more, Renira can't shake off the strained feeling of all this excess. Vera slept with several other children, then on the cold, hard streets, while these people can afford gilded leaves in the corners of their hallways. Multiple. And butlers to guide people through them. The guestroom houses several plush chairs, a dark wooden table and a big gilded fireplace and they're insultingly comfortable when she sits in one of the chairs.
She should be used to this by now. She even looks the part. She knows better than to not, as Antonia put it, "help herself" to something. Fucking hells, she even wants to. "A cup of coffee, please," Ren says. "Make it very sweet."
The valet nods and leaves and Ren taps her heel against the leg of the chair. By the time her coffee comes, Nyra still hasn't arrived and it's only by the time Ren's drank half of it that there are steps at the door.
"Forgive the wait--" Antonia starts, but Nyra cuts her mother off.
"If you must know, getting dressed pains me," Nyra says. "I'm sure Ren understands."
Renira turns around. "I understand, Lady Ainsaph," she offers with a smile.
"See, mom? You can now leave us." Nyra looks a lot worse for wear; she looks tired, pale, there are dark circles beneath her eyes and the frown she sports isn't helping matters whatsoever. She's dressed in a white shirt, a sensible pair of pants and little else; her hair's messy and she's hardly bothered to style it. "Mom. For Gods' sake, just listen to what I'm telling you. I'll be fine. I won't fucking collapse. That was a month ago. I can walk on my own."
Antonia opens her mouth to speak but decides against it. Nyra hits her strong usual stride, and thankfully, Antonia's out of earshot when she presses her hands on the table to not fall over and groans pitifully when the action pulls on her injured shoulder.
Ren knows the type of person Nyra is. Running on ego, a fragile little thing, and when ego gets involved, things get ugly. So Ren doesn't stand up to help, not willing to get under Nyra's verbal barrage, though she frowns with concern when Nyra drops heavily on the chair, breathless.
"Can't even walk right," she hisses, looking at her hands. "Can't even walk right. I was killing Mordrem a few months ago and now I can't even take a few steps without keeling over like a fucking branch."
"Not your fault necessarily Mordremoth tried to kill you," Ren teases, though her voice is kind. "Are you comfortable?"
Nyra looks at her. A tear gathers in the corners of her eye and Renira reaches a finger to wipe it off. "Are there any news with the Pact?" Nyra asks wearily. "Is that why you're here?"
"I'm here to check on you," Renira says. "You took a pretty big blow in Maguuma. And you are Tyria's hero. What happens when the third dragon comes? And the forth? Who do we call? As your colleague, it is a concern of mine to check on you."
"And so you can put in your report on me."
"And so I can tell my superiors our savior isn't--"
Nyra grimaces. She folds her hands in fists on the table, sighing deeply. "Don't... Don't mention that, of all things. I don't... I asked for help. I'm getting treatment. Ren, please."
Ren reaches out and places her hand on Nyra's. "That's between you and me," she says softly. Nyra nods, looking down. "I tell them many things, but that? Never."
"I appreciate that," Nyra whispers, unfolding a fist. Her fingers are calloused and shaking.
Renira moves a strand of hair behind her ear and leaves it there when Nyra lowers her head down. They don't speak, but they don't have to. No words are necessary. They are not the point.
What a far cry from their first meeting back in Ebonhawke a lifetime ago.
#gw2#inspo birb has come to town#alysannyra#renira sulver#not too pleased w/ this one???#not sure why#but i'm posting it anyway bc i never really write about post-maguuma nyra#its very hard for me to do it#but enjoy ren and nyra being friends#cw suicidal ideation#fucking timeline inconsistencies#only visible to me bc i know my own lore#but if you look at nyra's description + the topic of convo you'll know when exactly this takes place
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i don't know if this has been asked yet but what exactly are all the projects schicksal has accomplished? I know the time fracture and artificial stigma ones were successful but are there any others?
I can't say that they have and projects as grand as the ones from the Previous Era like Valuka, Ark, or Stigma. Otto has used the whole organization as a front to get Kallen back so I guess I'd say that changing the fabric of the universe was actually an even bigger project than anything the Previous Era did.
Other projects? I mean you can pretty much read half of the weapon or battlesuit descriptions to get some deep lore on tiniest things they did. A big one that comes to mind are the 4th Generation Godsbane Battlesuits like Shadow Knight, Bright Knight, Knight Moonbeam, Blood Knight/Twilight Paladin, and Argent Knight. Time fracture is also a big one! SLOWING DOWN TIME FOR THE USER. The existence of the Hyperion is pretty crazy too. Otto could also successfully upload his consciousness to Soulium bodies and did that to Reanna Brigantia as well. Otto also created MANTISes with Theresa and Amber. The Genius device allows one to hop across the space between universes.
Dr. Magi created a cure for Honkai corruption which is something the Previous Era never had.
This one is Anti-Entropy but if Otto hadn't sabotaged the project, the Moonlight Throne would have been completed and the world would have been able to have unlimited clean energy. What AE was left with was the weaponized version, the Selene.
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dae-hyun just going to slide a hand inside doumeki's pants and starts to finger him slowly. "is kinda loose..." he says as he inserts a second and then a third finger. "did you had some fun alone time before work? my... naughty boy..."
The choked noise from the smaller of two was nothing of exaggeration, it wasn't like Doumeki was a prude but he knew the moment he and Dae Hyun met up, he'd be lifted to the nearest surfaced and fucked until he could feel his legs for the rest of the evening. Though sometimes, just the knowledge was a curse to one such as himself, since he worked with many bodies akin to that man's, he had the pleasure of watching them work out in the masses as he worked his weekend placements and now, he was a mess of want and need.
The showers, thankfully empty by the time he finished with his last client for the night and a private place for him and his hands to rid of his aching needs below. To finger fuck himself in the open was a new kink he didn't know he had until Dae started … showing him those methods, but now as he bit onto his face cloth and buried three deep with a muffled, wet groan. He watched his seed sputter down the plug hole with the rest of the soapy suds on his body.
Another ten minutes to wash away the rush and sweat, he found himself returning to his locker with a face of crimson. Though, alone in the room, it was still something of embarrassing and shameful to get off at the bloody gym. Drying himself off and messaging Dae-Hyun that his work load was finished and he was heading outside, he was surprised to know that Dae-Hyun was already waiting for him.
Now that made his face even more red but he held himself at bay. Dae didn't have some superpower to know he was getting off in places at work, so - with a deep breath and quick getting himself ready again. He was perfectly normal skin tones upon exiting the gym and taking the steps with a flutter in his chest at the sight of the man at the bottom of them.
"Wait long?" He asked upon settling on the fourth step up, it would be a bit silly for others to see but Meki was actually at Dae's shoulder at this rate, a good height - a height he wished he was at sometimes, but with defeat, he took down the last four to finally crane his neck up proper to stare at Dae Hyun with a curious one. The walk to Dae's apartment felt like a blur really, nothing about the walk was new nor exciting but Dae taking his hand half-way did make him ears pink. Taking a moment to lower his bag to the floor in the other's genkan and tugging his scarf off with jacket to follow, Doumeki was alarmed by the sudden weight of the other's hand in his jogging pants. Though he was clean, he already had a feeling the other was going to pounce - just, so soon!?
Meki's neck burned red, his hands scrambling to hold onto the shoe cabinet as his hole was reopened, and still pretty stretched from his own doing in the shower a few minutes ago. Crap - there it was. The commentary that made his blood thrive, diving south in his boxers and making his dick, yet again, stand to attention.
"U'gh, n-no… Idiot." His feet shuffled apart, gasping when two more fingers were pressed inside and Meki's lashes watered, because no matter how much he stretched himself, Dae's hands and fingers were way thicker than himself! It felt good though, stupidly good, and he knew that well as his knees shook like a newborn lambs. Holy shit, Dae's reach was making him see white with each wiggle. "F-fuck… wait, wait… d-d…ae… Bed, take me to bed." He can't stand up any more, and he gave in.
"Fuck me in bed… I've been thinking about it all day at work. I… got off in the shower like you sh-aah, showed me." Yeah, Dae was someone he couldn't deny about wanting more and more and more of any more.
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Wheel of Time episode 2! Livestream thoughts:
(I have not read the books, but I have read about half of a detailed summary of Eye of The World on this blog, several years ago. I'm watching with my roommate, who made it through Book 5 or 6.)
Ah, I see we're meeting the anti-magic religious zealots.
Ok, the thread/weaving effects of the opening are legitimately cool.
This is why Dianna Wynn Jones complained about robot horses, isnt it. Also, we're just repeating the Nazgul ferry scene, ok.
Can't really blame people for not liking Aes Sedai if they're casually destroying this dude's livelihood (and killing him in the process!)
Oh so they're magically restoring the horses. Well that's something.
Ehhh. I'm not buying Morgaine's justifications. It wasn't murder but she's not blameless either. She could have disabled the ferry in a less extreme way.
Those oaths sound good but anyone familiar with the fae know there's plenty of loopholes if you word things right.
Awww man, never hide your wound made by evil monsters! That's how you get possessed. Or tracked. Or just die of infection.
You should maybe put some ointment or something on that wound, Morgaine, if you can't heal it. Infection!!
What are the governments and powers in this land? The politics? There's an awful lot of "empty" lands they're riding through. Do these governments know there's a cult casually murdering magic users? Are they cool with it? Who is financing these assholes?
Rand is an ass and still has no established character beyond "vaguely whiny"
Talking to wolves: cool. Not washing your leg horrible wound: NOT COOL. Clean it out at least, come on. Do you want to die of blood poisoning?
Well I'm sure nothing bad will happen in the Shadowy Fallen City of Shadows with a big ol ominous crack in the wall.
Do people ship Mat/Perrin?
Roommate: 🎶Wandering alone in the Evil City of Shadows! Sounds like a Great Idea~ Found a Box in the Hall, Gonna Open it Up and Take What's Inside~! Sure Hope it Doesn't Possess Me🎶
Well that dagger doesn't look evil or cursed AT ALL.
Aww, shadows ate your horse. That's why nobody goes there! (What did you think would happen?! Kind of questioning Lan's decision making skills here.)
Oh damn, now we've split the party.
Suggested alternate titles for this ep:
That's How You Get Blood Poisoning
All The Wrong Choices in All the Wrong Places
I Don't See How This Could Possibly Go Wrong
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🐇 run, rabbit, run 🐇 [X]
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the usual cockiness lacing their tone has a sense of familiarity to xem, sighing as xe lets xyr eyes run over his frame. crimson stains his white hoodie, prominent against the fabric. dirt stains the fabric of his black jeans, making him look more of a mess than usual. their blond hair is messy, nearly covering his eyes with how long it's gotten. it almost wants to reach it's hand up to shuffle the hair out of his face, maybe even brush it for him. xe's sure xe will do it later anyways.
"i'm sure nobody did," ae murmured, sweeping aers own hair out of aers eyes. "i just have to make sure. you've wobbled home more times than i can count, you know." a hint of teasing could be heard in voids words, a smile playing at voids lips. hopefully it would lighten the mood, even by just a little bit. xe hums as xe listens to them speak, already preparing to go get the first aid kit. his mention of a shower makes xyr brows raise though, falling into contentment afterwards.
"mhm, i'll come with," aers lips twitch downwards at the mention of his scratch, but at least that's all they have. "i'll help you clean that scratch too. i'm sure it'd be a pain for you to get." voi softens at their last sentences, an appreciative smile on voids face. ae almost wants to reach up to.up his face, although with the dried blood staining the skin, ae decides to wait. "i don't mind being kept up for you, punz. you know i like being awake whenever you come home."
punz's words are true, xe knows that. it knows punz would fight tooth and nail to come back home— yet it still worried. gnawing on the inside of xyr cheek, xyr eyes meet blue ones. "i know, punz. you always come home, that's not what i worry about. just... when you're going to be home. i know you can't help it, i just worry sometimes, love."
(you can never write too much will i love your writing and long responses go wild)
"I don't wobble. Ever. I'm a professional."
He scoffs, rolls his eyes, but he can't keep the hint of a smile out of his voice at aer teasing. It's good to be home, they missed void. He shakes his head in an attempt to get his hair out of his face without getting any additional blood from his hands in it, to no avail. If anything, the motion makes it worse. He huffs, increasingly frustrated with his current state, shifting his attention to dropping the rest of his gear in a haphazard pile to be dealt with in the morning.
He doesn't waste time in the shower, only concerned with getting the remnants of today's job off himself. They're no stranger to blood, but that doesn't mean they enjoy it. Or at least, not the aftermath of it. He seems much more relaxed when the water turns off, trading his ruined jeans for comfortable joggers. He still has to properly sanitize the few injuries he does have, regardless of how inconsequential- he's not sure what kind of infection he could pick up from netherite or the bricks of the wall he slid across, and he doesn't want to find out. His hands have the worst of it, as usual, but it's still not anything to be concerned over, a few bloodied knuckles and a couple abrasions that are little more than a discomfort. Overall a very successful night. Their routine is habit at this point, the familiar motions helping shift him out of the mindset his work requires.
"I can deal with the rest of it, if you can get at that spot on my shoulder. I don't think anything is bad enough to need to be wrapped.”
His shoulder should be dealt with first so he can put a shirt on, and he turns his back to Bones, dropping his head forward and bracing himself for the sting of alcohol. The damaged skin is reddened and surely sensitive to touch, a few droplets of blood beading up where the shower had disturbed it’s attempt at healing. Still-damp hair drips on the tile below him, and he casually inspects the state of his hands.
“…Thanks for waiting up for me. You don’t have to, I know this is a lot to put up with. It’s nice to not have to do it all myself though. You should let me treat you to something nice, we made good money off this job, anything you’ve had your eyes on? Consider it my apology for making you worry.”
Despite his confident assurances that he’ll always make it home, he’s sure it’s hard for aer to constantly see him coming in blood-spattered, whether or not it’s his own.
#distinct speech patterns my beloathed. pnz has such A Voice and idk if I’m matching it well enough#punzoposting continues#I’m putting all of this in the tag so I can reread because I like it#also I’m trying to make sure I’m not getting too far ahead but if I ever don’t give you enough to respond to please let me know#I can always go back and add in#also if I’m getting too graphic with any injury depictions let me know I can pull back there#I feel like I missed something here but I don’t know what. I’m sure I’ll catch it in two hours when it’s too late to fix it
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He let his head rest against the back of the chair blinking to keep from passing out, his right wing was drooping to the floor while he had his left wing folded onto his back. He nodded at xem to tell aer that he was good to go.
"can't promise i won't hiss but let's do this...."
O!Phil
i'll be as gentle as i can be, promise
with how long it's been around, it's no wonder that it's at least somewhat good at patching people up. xe begins working on one of the arrows, cleaning up the blood around the wound, gripping onto the arrow and tugging. immediately, voi applies pressure to the wound, patching up the area before moving onto the other two arrows. as quick as possible, ae removes the other two arrows, getting the man patched up.
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corey and michael need to get away, and the midwest is slowly fading in the rear view mirror. corey thinks they're on their honeymoon; michael has never seen as much open space as he does on the open road. it's the journey that matters, because their road trip has no definite ending.
NO TENDERNESS (2023)
[characters] starring:
corey -> obsessive and delusional, corey is living the american dream. his new life is on the run with his... with michael, staying in cheap motels and robbing liquor stores. but he's young and in love, so what else could he want?
michael -> after a lifetime behind bars, michael's finally free. with his boytoy in tow, he's leaving the midwest behind. he can't shake the impulses, but corey's boyish excitement is rubbing off on him in the form of fast food, roadside attractions and open roads.
[tag list] with:
aes: no tenderness -> bonnie and clyde have nothing on corey and michael, and their relationship is definitely x-rated.
aes: midwest in the rear view -> landscapes/scenic (there's a big wide world out there to see on the road).
aes: like a man starved -> food and restaurants, because they eat like shit.
aes: roads are winding -> roads and cars; an indefinite road trip means a hell of a lot of cars swapped and highways travelled.
aes: love to get lost in -> gas stations and convinience stores (god sends on the road).
aes: shade of the sheets -> motels, because sometimes all you need is a place to rest your weary head (a vibrating bed is just a bonus).
aes: dirty domestic bliss -> mementos of corey and michael's life together, it's not much but it's home.
aes: momma's boy -> corey is a momma's boy, and reminders of that are never too far away.
aes: daddy's boy -> corey's dad may of left him, but that doesn't stop corey seeing him in every man he meets.
aes: centrefold -> because corey is too handsome for his own good and this very much an x-rated romance.
aes: can't clean the blood -> blood, guts, gore. the bloodlust is never quite quelled.
aes: taken by the american dream -> malls, drive-ins, casinos and all things americana. this is the america corey was made for.
aes: trouble in paradise -> how long can the honeymoon phase last? sometimes reality hits.
#corey cunningham#michael myers#cunningmyers#cunningmyers road trip au#corey x michael#platonic or romantic#playlist#Spotify#playlist is always a wip#tag dump;#aes: no tenderness#aes: midwest in the rear view#aes: like a man starved#aes: roads are winding#aes: love to get lost in#aes: dirty domestic bliss#aes: shade of the sheets#aes: momma's boy#aes: centrefold#aes: daddy's boy#aes: can't clean the blood#aes: taken by the american dream#aes: trouble in paradise#corey about michael#michael about corey
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‘careful how you proceed good man, intemperate indeed, good man, answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed, good man’ reminds me so much of foggy too tbh
and matt hearing ‘prepare to bleed’ and his response immediately being like ‘lol i’m not sorry at all bucko let’s fuckin take it outside then’
#ooc#m; i am the setting sun#this is so#aes; i can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed#for the soul#kinda
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i see it coming;;
do i run
or fire my gun
---------------------------------------------or let it be?
#about#aes; i can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed#i can't ever find lyric edits for this so here ya go#thank queue for the venom
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