In my week of horrors I’ve gotten quietly obsessed with The Makanai, about two codependent teen girls who join a maiko house (trainee geiko/geisha house) and one ends up the cook and the other the rising star. Look. Look. It’s a story about… deep friendship?? Ok. Ok. In my world. They are in love.
That’s beyond being sisters, okaa-san !! [caveat: I have seen how Netflix translates subtitles; this could be anything]. No really I’m clawing my face.
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At risk of commodifying my gender identity, I must admit I've had so much fun acquiring new things to experiment with. I have a new lipstick that I love wearing at home, and I just brought a skirt online that I'm looking forward to trying on. It's a reminder of how enjoyable this exploratory process is, and I'm feeling grateful to be at a point in my life where I can actually get excited about discovering new things about myself.
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👀 juno scribbling dragon trying out rain world?
yeah!! i've seen a bunch of it around (bc some of the hollow knight yt people i watch have also played it), and i finally gave it a go!
died several times. not a clue what i'm doing, but i'm having fun so far!
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Currently streaming!! Redoing our island! For never having played animal crossing before, this really is a fun game!
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“I swear to you,” he said, “as the rightful Queen, that I will give my life to keeping your freedom. You will not be a slave to anyone while I still breathe.”
It was not the oath he would have sworn to her at her coronation, nor was it the same as any oath he knew had been given to one of Laidele's bloodline before this.
She sat up straighter, the cloak falling back off her shoulders. “You would give me such an oath?”
There was a strange note in her voice.
He nodded, saying nothing further as their eyes met across the fire. There was the sense that the walls of the cave drew closer, the ancient stone taking notice of what happened here. In the firelight the cave shimmered and outside he could hear wolves howling, their long, mournful cries echoing over rock and tumbling down the ravine.
She held out her hand, the gold ring she wore there ancient as the blood that ran through her veins.
He was familiar with this, at least.
He drew his dagger, the only weapon he had been allowed for so long and with it, sliced across the palm of his hand in a single, shallow cut. It was his right hand, as was traditional. He held out the dagger hilt first to her.
“I will swear it,” he said.
She took it and made a similar cut on her own palm, her hand shaking slightly as it held the blade. She winced – he saw the flicker of pain across her face but it was hardly worse than when he had pricked her finger before.
“By this blade,” she said, the words solemn, “do you swear?”
He nodded. “I swear it,” he said. “By this blade, I will defend you with the strength of my limbs and with the steel of my blade.”
“And with these words?”
“I swear it, while there is breath in my body you will remain free.”
They clasped hands and he could feel the warmth of their palms, slick with blood. She held his gaze, eyes focused with all the intensity of her fourteen years, mouth set into an expression he knew very well from her mother.
“And by this blood?”
“By this blood, I swear I will serve you, Tanith eta'Saymia, until all my blood has been shed.”
He felt a searing heat blaze between their palms and he would have dropped her hand if he had been able.
“By Laidele,” she said softly, “it is witnessed, and by Ethaina it is bound in blood.”
She let his hand drop then.
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