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varyagated · 2 years
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queer comic creators 🤝 putting Yuri and Viktor into their creations
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talesofourworlds · 2 months
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How the Magic Gets Made
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"Okay, I've had enough."
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"What's up, Rita?"
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"Yeah, you sound serious. I mean... more than usual."
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"All these different magics, that's what! Fonic artes, crystal eres, astral artes, malak artes, seraphic artes... and that's not even mentioning the fact that they all have different systems!"
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"Someone's in a bad mood."
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"A foul mood, even. Foul mood Rita."
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"It is a fascinating topic, isn't it? But I'd prefer to leave it well enough alone myself."
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"No way! How can you just accept that and not even wonder about how they're all interconnected?"
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"Rita's got a point, Jade. It is weird how different kinds of magics can be tied to the same arte. Like healing artes. What makes a Healing Circle cast with fonic artes different from one cast with mana?"
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"Seraphic artes and malak artes are the exact same thing. Just named differently depending on how my kind was referred to."
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"Aye. Exactly as Edna said."
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"But you two were able to still use your artes when you were in my world! Even if it was in a rift that opened up in our world! I'm with you, Rita! Let's crack the code on what connects fonons, aer, mana, eres, astral energy, and everything else!"
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"Now you're talking! Hell yeah, let's do this, Rinwell!"
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"W-Wait for me! I want to help, too!"
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"There they go."
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"Indeed. Oh, to have that youthful energy again."
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dutybcrne · 4 months
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"If I have to hear of even one more mushroom incident, I swear to Lord Kusanali, I will make them wish the mushrooms took them out-"
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icerberused · 5 months
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Al-Haitham has quite the impressive library. a collection of titles Wriothesley is sure they sound like tongue twisters. he walks around the scribe's study ( bored without Al-Haitham home ) and he stops at the desk when he finds a few books laid out. curiously, he picks one up and looks through it, frowning when it's printed in a language Wriothesley is still learning. a sumeru child could speak better sumerian than the vacationing fontainian.
Wriothesley puts it back and picks up another. one with an emerald cover, with pages a bit worn and its spin more sore. perhaps a favorite of @rationaltruth. the book is published in common and Wriothesley can flip through the pages, curious by the story, and he turns to the front of the book for the title page.
there he finds a handwritten message on the title page and it stops him. a simple sentence in sumerian that he tries to read. it takes Wriothesley some time to read the sentence, even going back to his lessons for help. it was like deciphering a code and it takes up his whole afternoon, only to feel he's uncovered something he shouldn't.
may my child al-haitham live a peaceful life.
the note reads and now that Wriothesley is here in sumeru city. in the scribe's home. he was bound to interact with something intimate and private. and instead of being repulse by the feeling that they grow closer, it makes Wriothesley all the more inquiring about Al-Haitham. he wants to know him more.
to know the parent who has written such a lovely note. in the hobby Al-Haitham enjoys the most. it makes Wriothesley's heart squeeze oddly. with longing. as he traces over Al-Haitham's name with a finger.
the front door opens then and the scholar is finally home. he brings dinner for both of them and Wriothesley brings the book with him. he knows he shouldn't pry into someone's past but he's willing to share his past with Al-Haitham, even if it's not as pretty and warm as this note.
"Welcome back, mon cœur." Wriothesley greets with a kiss to the scholar's temple. "Look what I spent all afternoon trying to figure out. You didn't tell me your name means hawk. I was reading this, confused, by a literal translation of your name."
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musesofchaos · 8 months
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@tentaiiled continued from here
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Sakura falls quiet once more at the words, sea green eyes averting their gaze towards the ground before her rather then the man beside her. In full truth, she still wasn't completely sure how she felt about the reformed shinobi. So many horrible things that happened were the result of Obito. And yet she felt that if he hadn't had a change of heart, know of them may have been standing here today. It was all so confusing... "...Your cause had good intentions." The medical-nin managed to find her words again. "The methods may have not been something I agree with, but..." She shook her head lightly, scolding herself internally. "You wanted to be hokage. That was your dream, wasn't it?" She decided to ask instead.
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picavecalyx · 1 year
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" nune uf these peuple wuld last an hur with my ears. "
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sciass · 1 year
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“Sorry for calling Hamtaro: Ham-Ham Heartbreak a dumb game about hamsters. More people should’ve listened to Harmony when she said ‘be soft but strong.’“
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dcwnrisen-aa · 1 year
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sleepless nights mean nothing when it comes to you. | mini drabble.
one would question arsenio's sanity, showing up on nanami's doorstep, shoulders drenched from the rain and glasses fogged up. lightning zips across the sky, thunder making it's presence known a second latter and the demi-god wonders why he chose to come here. the man looked like he had been sleeping, or rather just falling asleep. it'd have been best to let him be but arsenio couldn't sleep until he saw him. til he saw him whole, in one piece because he had terrible dreams and couldn't stand another second within cool sheets. not until he could touch nanami with his own hands and know that it wasn't real.
his name is on the sorcerer's lips but arsenio moves forward, encapsulating the man into his arms, holding him tightly, lips pressing themselves into the top of his hair. he's not entire sure how long he held the other man but when he lets go, one hand gently cups nanami's cheek, thumb brushing back and forth over his bottom lip as he sighs out a quiet breath.
❝ ━ i know it's late, forgive me. ❞ there's an uncharateristic gruffness to his voice, his words rumbling forth, ❝ ━ you occupied my thoughts so much that i had to see you or i couldn't sleep. ❞ the demi-god is forever in awe of the sorcerer's beauty, as if he were carved by deities, smething specially made. lips quirk at the thought. said lips find themselves pressing to nanami's forehead a moment later, lingering there to inhale his scent, a remind that he's alive. that he's there and nothing he dreamt of was real. ❝ ━ Σ' αγαπώ. ❞ he whispers the words fondly, in quiet reverence before pulling away completely. ❝ ━sleep well, ilie mou.❞
something soft for @zangyo
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ava-ships · 2 years
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Alice In Wonderland AU Character Lineup
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♥️♠️♦️♣️
White Rabbit-Zenigata
Caterpillar-Gakupo
King Of Hearts-Beowulf
Prince Of Hearts-Damien
Knave Of Hearts-Zangetsu
Cheshire Cat-Mitsuru
Mad Hatter-Yasuhiro
March Hare-Usopp
The White Knight-Philippe
Duke Of Hearts-Hortensia
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aworldofyou · 2 years
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Sam ( 1883 ) tag drop. with icon nabbed from @freedomhasfangs​ , because surprise surprise. You called and I have answered. ;)
[ sam ] everything you see and everything you saw yesterday is my home; you are always welcome in it. it is your home too now. [ sam / ic interactions ] i fought too hard for the land we have left; doubt the fighting is over. [ sam / inquires / ic interactions ] every where you go a blessing follows. you know how to steal horses; now i teach you to hunt. [ sam / inquires / out of character ] the 1883 theme makes me blubber like a baby. [ sam / visage ] white men think the world is so big because you fight against it when you travel. we move with it like the wolf. [ sam / musings ] i belong to the people; and the people still belong to this land. [ sam / ch. study ] you don’t want his name; with his name you mourn forever. [ sam / meta ] we meet here when the flowers bloom.
[ sam / dyn: elsa dutton ] know that I am waiting. know you fill my heart. know you are the wife of a warrior. know you are a warrior. [ sam / dyn: james dutton ] maybe someday you find land to belong to; and you’ll know what I mean.
[ sam / v: 1883 ] watching him kill was like a lion hurling himself into a deer; his fury was magnificent. there was no time for horror.
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ruddyrose · 2 years
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.//tag dummmmp
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talesofourworlds · 2 months
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How adorable are you?
Rinwell is 1,000,000% adorable. I cant even comprehend this.
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"C-come on, stop it! Hootle's the adorable one, not me!"
Chloe is 90% adorable. Extremely unusual, husband material.
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"Seriously? I mean... I'm grateful, but come on. There's got to be people cuter than me... Also 'husband' material? Shouldn't that be 'wife'?"
Alisha is 10000% adorable. Can i squeeze your cheeks?
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"Oh my... thank you."
Mieu is 100% adorable. If i could snug you, I would. Forever.
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"Mieu! Thank you!!"
Nazamil is 750% adorable. You're corrupting my computer simply by being adorable.
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"H-Huh? M-me...? Adorable...?"
Jude is 1000% adorable. I NEED YOU IM MY LIFE RN!!
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"Oh, well, thank you!" He's just a little bit embarrassed, don't mind him.
Edna is 200% adorable. Beyond the borders of cuteness.
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"Only 200? I demand a recount. My adorableness is off the charts."
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godblooded · 2 years
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@crimeloyalty asked :  let me take care of you. just once, need me. ( alana )   ​
how misery sneaks up on her and whispers into her ears until the world fades to a greyscale, how simple it is for it all to just... break. how one day, everything will shatter, and nothing will ever make sense again. alana wishes she could open pandora’s box and it would be so careful harleen need only understand the feeling, blind to the trauma it would inflict. but she can’t ever share that. 
the good doctor stared into the abyss and it did not stare back, but it reached into her body and pulled her into its cavern and now she’s in the in-between for the rest of her life. everything reeks of death. 
the stale stench of cheap beer hangs in the air and the baltimore night is muggy, a thick soup of humidity. every inhale calcifies in her lungs, and her vision rolls hard like she’s in a dryer and it’s been turned on high. she’s going to be sick, she knows. she can’t drink anymore. when she’s unfortunately forced to guzzle the lowest alcohol content there is, it takes much more than she would like. cans of pabst blue ribbon rattle in her head, tin clanging. 
there’s some kind of shameful disgust she feels at herself, running back to old habits with her tail tucked between her legs. and when the old desire to instigate had burnt out, the embers left were just the ashes of total shame. embarrassment. and from there, it became easier to take an alternate route.
abigail’s body stares at her from around every corner. she wants to go to the cemetery. she needs to go to the cemetery. but she can’t bring herself to do it. now she’s at a roadside truck-stop bar, completely flattened off horrible alcohol. if it can be called that. 
making it halfway there was as far as she could manage. the gps 4.6 miles taunted her when she swore, kicked the door open, and wrenched the keys from the ignition. she’d been angry at herself, and she’s still angry with herself, except now she’s angrier. 
in the passenger’s seat is a bouquet of rosemary flowers. they’re vivacious purple. they mean remembrance, and petals scatter uselessly into the footwell. she hadn’t meant to half hurl the thing in her frustration. she feels guilty seeing it. harleen tosses it into the back as she helps alana in, like contorting a scarecrow in a finely tailored black suit that hangs like the ghost of who she once was. her head leans back, inclines, bright blue eyes opening and closing tiredly as the desire to succumb to drifting overtakes. her cheek meets the leather of her own seat and it feels achingly hot. 
“ always need you. ”
she would say it sober, too. but in this moment it’s in beer veritas. her hand darts out to grasp harleen’s, like in this moment it is urgent that she touch. it’s urgent that she keep harleen from moving before she makes it clear. 
“ harls. always. ”
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sunchascd · 2 years
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LEONETTE TAG DROP. 
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[ LEONETTE; MUSINGS. ] — FOOLISH KINDNESS BLOOMED IN HER HEART && CAME ALIVE IN HER WORDS. 
[LEONETTE; HC. ] — SHE WAS A FOSSOWAY AS WELL. 
[ LEONETTE; IC. ] — SPRINGTIME SOUL. 
[ LEONETTE; SELF. ] — BRIGHT EYED && DAINTY. 
[ LEONETTE ; DYNAMIC. ] —  THE APPLE BLOSSOM LADY && ROSE HEIR. 
[ LEONETTE ; DYNAMIC. ] —  THE APPLE BLOSSOM LADY && HIGHGARDENS BRIGHTEST ROSE.
[ LEONETTE ; DYNAMIC. ] — THE APPLE BLOSSOM LADY && THE KNIGHT OF ROSES.
[ LEONETTE ; SHIP. ] — HIS LAUGHTER BLOOMED LOVE IN HER HEART && HIS EYES WELCOMED HER HOME. 
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picavecalyx · 2 years
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      She can already bite people with her fangies, why not give her a knife to top it off-
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dcwnrisen-aa · 1 year
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❛ what is worse than death? ❜ (aj)
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❝ ━ .....plenty of things. ❞ like wanting the love of a parent who views you as a commodity. loving someone so deeply only to lose them while realizing just how deep. want to reach out to someone you love but being afraid that you'll hurt them. outliving someone you love and holding onto those memories when the grief becomes too much. so many things and even death couldn't touch them. sometimes living a long life sucked but arsenio wouldn't give up anything he experienced. everything was a lesson, even when it wasn't supposed to be. ❝ ━ watching someone you love suffer and not being able to help them. when my flour runs out so i can't make you bread. ❞ okay, he's joking a little to alleviate the tightness in his chest.
slumping down a little into the comfortable couch cushions, there's a bit of a pout on his lips as he glances over at nanami. being terrified that you could be taken from me at any moment but loving you anyway because i can't give you up and calling down the wrath of the gods because losing you would break me...no one wants that, but i adore you enough that i'd risk it. ❝ ━ death is an unfortunate and inevitable happenstance, it's the what ifs that are worse, love. ❞
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