#illain

[lazyvoyager]

Feelin some burnout feelings so I played a nice game of don't-think-just-play

#illain #hello my sweet baby boy I didn't forget you

[krikidilly]

OC-tober day 7 - family, Illain and Bellic! These two can seem pretty aggressive and off-putting at first glance but they mean well, just do not let Illain think you need help. She gives terrible advice.

#gonna be posting these out of order cuz i suck at these month art things sob #i love these two a whole lot theyre both sweethearts #well bellic is. illain can be a bit of a dickhead without meaning to be #my art #mutation foundation #oc: bellic #oc: illain #bweirdoctober #oc-tober #pkmn oc

[tcrnback]

messing around with that oc picrew and hmm...

#. ✦ . ˚ ooc ˗ˏˋ ow! that hurt like a lego ˎˊ˗ #//thinkin abt that v illain o c again...

[melodymelancholyart]

Illaine fucking dies.

#smosh #ian hecox #smosh yuri #my art #smosh art #smosh fanart #animation

[transformers-earthspark]

ok i loved the ending...but i with we got some sort of epilouge since it was the season finale, or at least a tease for nbext seasonv illain

imagine if its unicorn and hes the erath, and tgh eemberstone woke him up

You seem a teensy bit drunk, anon, but yeah. We didn't even really get a confirmation on Mandroid's death. And having an epilogue or pre-credits scene of some kind would help build up hype for Season 2.

And I was actually thinking the same thing with Unicron-- while I doubt that he would be the main villain, it's possible that he was woken up by the Maltos' healing wave thing.

#{ answered } #>> mod: firefly #earthspark spoilers

[emelinstriker]

Hi! New here, um thsnks for the otter, it may not help much but it's dang cute.

About Mk, as someone who has untreated ADHD(diagnosed at an early age of 6, but my family believed it to be an made up illaines) man do i feel him. Unless it's my special interest, i have to take notes, set up alarms and reminders, otherwise i wil forget in the span of less than a minute, mind wanders up and about, like legit there was a time where i forgot my own name.

...I feel like i overshared, i have a bad habit of doing that, it's an impuls🥲

Anyway...my point is, Mk would be a good homie, we would understand each other in some way.

Also i want you to know: your AU is awesome, your art is awesome, and you're awesome, i wish you a nice day👋

Thx! c:

And that's an absolute mood- But it my case I got Asperger's. Like, it may be mainly making my life on the social side more difficult, but it do be also affecting my memory with things I'm not taking a particular interest in- fhgnfhgnfhgfg

#eternal servants au #esau qna #esau mk

[yoflint]

Christmas tree looking goofy ah illain 💀

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical

[neopronouns]

refaillain: a villainous gender that some attempted to reform, but failed

[pt: refaillain: a villainous gender that some attempted to reform, but failed. end pt]

for anon! the top three stripes represent villainy, and the bottom two are green-tinted, faded yellows to represent failed reformation (yellow for kindness, faded for failure, green for ultimately remaining villainous). the term is 'ref' from 'reform', 'fail', + 'illain' from 'villain'!

flag id: a flag with 5 stripes. in order, they are near-black, dark red, grey, very light dull greenish-yellow, and light dull greenish-yellow. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

dni link

#refaillain #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai

[incorrect-sm-ent]

manifesting on SuperV(illain) which includes Chanyeol, Kun, Doyoung, Suho, Haechan and Yuta with Key as the leader

#SUPERM #superm memes #incorrect superm #superm meme #superm incorrect quotes #super m memes #super m meme

[lazyvoyager]

#illain #webb #levi #asra #Mason #Herald #this is a trash fire bahahaha

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Not to dunk on the briarwoods but if i was a godlike all powerful illain facing down vox machina... id simply teleport the adventurers into the monsters inc universe dead in the middle of door storage...

No way out baybee

#vox machina

[444names]

french and breton (from tes) names

Aconaree Adelywyr Adest Adin Agne Aleaud Alie Aliffon Allet Allevrick Alosall Alosene Alou Alyeugil Ambarose Amedrin Amer Amesparine Amroste Amun Ancaper Anieuric Annel Anstoise Arcena Argennory Arnarmard Ascas Aste Audely Aunlont Aurcron Avel Axill Azaste Badippelis Barbart Barce Bard Barranette Bart Beaudre Becane Bedac Belamaz Belebou Belin Bellannau Bene Berna Biernie Blamarix Blort Boarold Boiriand Boisavia Boismithe Bouneau Bour Bousonte Brack Bradinwick Bray Brearnes Breda Bres Brichaw Briconissa Brie Brientay Brillane Broline Brozine Brufonobis Brya Bryna Buchricés Buciere Bujoy Bunce Buquetteen Burd Burstran Caigne Cainsmat Cald Cale Calon Camorge Caprel Carcie Carcouist Card Carion Casir Cassole Cata Caud Ceaur Ceinat Cerrya Cestyr Chainot Chalcyn Chanes Chard Chardory Charia Chelle Cheomédoul Cheone Cherbri Cholerle Choux Chre Ciatiner Cline Cois Colie Colucktoy Coppell Coudre Coulphibin Cousie Crene Curste Dane Daneau Danic Danienord Darodiane Dastan Dayd Dele Dellyn Delont Delyz Dene Derne Dert Develle Devineau Disette Dord Duay Duce Dukey Dulille Dume Dumen Dund Dupette Duppin Duvie Dyctiot Edacquine Elal Eling Ellanda Eneault Enne Enton Esmier Ette Euimorin Eurené Faboutry Fabyn Fany Faugaer Faver Felle Ferre Fevo Fiet Flord Fone Formean Fran Fraurin Fregues Frentyr Fric Frickwin Fusalna Gabervann Gabreciend Galacet Galent Gansines Garcilouve Gayn Geinge Genoeuric Geodysse Gerne Giernée Gille Gillent Glanne Gonon Gras Gren Gria Grozier Guebeault Guellucks Guistyne Guybedger Gwynd Gwynne Gwywygeon Harichagne Harthanete Helling Henne Heoriant Herodingue Hiontier Homarjo Humon Huraoue Iffrune Igenierel Ilabis Illain Inser Jacine Jacquine Jand Jane Jaque Jave Jeadele Jearene Jeau Jeauste Jehamenn Jerau Jergenom Johne Joise Jolamian Joliene Jolioncelo Jort Jult Junyne Juss Kine Kinielay Klis Labelog Lacelikey Lacounist Ladidard Ladinash Ladmont Laformata Lafous Laillord Land Lane Lanna Lannodie Laraxel Larceanie Lard Larine Larlin Lastierto Laubise Lave Leaux Lecort Ledwic Lentatie Lepedondre Lerne Lesna Lette Liviant Llastiell Lord Lougaelle Loult Lyctardes Lyctorinte Lyerdin Lyne Lynnette Lyot Lyzenart Léginghane Mabarrarra Madelleaud Madette Maeren Maine Manditto Mane Mant Marboissit Marce Marcille Mard Mardattey Mardec Marnarret Marpintis Mart Marterrin Mastart Mattene Maulk Menn Mere Mette Mictaineau Mingoge Mird Mite Mitt Monain Mone Mont Morette Morey Mort Mortrane Moryn Moundia Moury Mout Muille Muree Méladige Naer Narc Nard Nehord Nord Noretrie Nutree Oguet Olielabin Onest Orenie Orielle Ormint Orthe Ossonir Osyand Panpierber Pastyn Patnolène Pellette Pene Phawkfine Picondea Pielyan Pile Pine Poislynne Ponstepiel Porelip Pregerse Prichrie Pris Ragna Ranoît Rarram Reausau Rencine Retine Reuguilorc Rondyr Ronge Rorevigona Rosinte Rossacham Rostamord Rozeperoy Rumel Sabarte Schaël Seux Sias Simortie Sonna Sonnyr Styn Syne Taille Tarto Thender Thteau Thugon Tillet Tonestyn Toppernie Toupla Treau Trey Tric Trilhon Trin Trods Tros Truraveaud Vaic Valeau Valhant Valin Vannak Varpeaul Vart Venne Veuf Viged Vilant Villes Villey Villielle Vinchau Vineranie Vinetione Visilan Vryault Vyction Vyctyra Wicoumir Wikille Wilolon Woone Xane Yeomitte Ysson Yste Zanentan Zennique Élick Éléo Élés

same thing but longer and with higher order

Abshin Accarre Adamron Adenalda Admanten Agracien Agryrix Alabbe Alandre Alanin Alenecal Alenehl Alexillence Allian Allier Allucetus Alombart Alyeury Amacroft Amastain Amberjacmund Andarcotte Andrag Angerbernes Anglite Anguenie Annalso Antenwick Antier Archarelle Arcienne Arcire Arenais Ariquet Aristinermo Arnisson Artheodyric Ashrin Aubien Aubuteau Aymelierryan Aymonis Barais Baranginield Batheon Batistyre Bauvine Beguepel Belgault Bellard Bellene Bellive Bellon Berier Berneaux Besabertois Bijeande Bondywyr Borebarrette Bouardelet Boucausse Bougerossier Bouteill Bouvien Braniell Brelle Breynise Briane Brickforey Buckinne Bujoubay Buredite Burgabot Caille Cajuney Candyn Carbert Carbogasquie Carien Carolance Carolone Catolda Cavaryon Cellic Cesirrivien Chanine Chanteau Chantheille Chantoisette Charly Charric Charth Charthélémy Chimbio Christyr Cidarroque Cimongton Codery Colais Combault Comenu Contecot Coteau Courbyrry Cournativial Cournis Coursuline Covieves Crevimy Damabric Darboeur Dauphilelane Davigues Debushnelle Delacour Delande Delard Delatt Delayne Delent Delodile Deloine Delvier Deriel Derrieleau Deshawkinne Desier Desjarberin Despacke Despremel Desrocard Devillin Doraine Doraneuverre Doraria Dorond Douard Dubernis Dubrette Dufferaud Dugastier Duguerranier Duharion Dumonne Dunyce Dyrichier Earticion‎ Edwardier Edwynabell Edwyvarien Eirand Elynak Emareline Emargoir Endras Enrismukes Escenck Esmanualloty Evelois Everre Fabert Fabrie Falike Fallona Fancien Fauvie Fictor Filbauvier Finier Flammistain Flanoyet Florya Frashsly Fredel Frillon Fristin Gabakarnon Gabrigue Gaerfortel Gastrein Gastyr Gausseur Gazara Gemargette Georgenie Gepageon Gerbeau Gereleston Gerolby Gerville Ghislasalle Giguent Gilgoude Gladyval Glaume Gogues Gontecorrent Gossadue Gossee Gosson Goulanis Gourcie Grandie Granis Granque Gronie Guille Gurlette Guylin Hardiellie Hasking Hastepher Hawkhoussing Hearlin Heartenwind Hellegalice Hellier Henette Houtouchevis Hughtervele Jacqureneau Jakbenjacque Janville Jenriel Jereux Jespendreaul Jolice Joline Jolinette Jourielline Julantin Jumourdin Jupine Kalhut Kalianne Kathier Kinghou Kleina Korique Labarbont Labarde Labordeau Labradine Labrier Labyth Lachelle Ladier Lafavron Laferre Lafleux Lafolle Lafortent Lahaise Lajeune Lamoutillet Landelhomme Laniel Lanoit Lantin Lanvillet Laremy Laumilo Lauriol Lausannal Laview Leberge Ledoret Lefebuke Lefeveren Legrivois Lejeanneausa Lemarque Lemence Lemund Leorne Lesard Limothéonore Lisonne Loguet Lucasse Lucetta Lucius Lucred Lulacot Lusseau Lyderougier Lysselence Mabien Macastanche Madamargeine Magasselinne Magasters Magneau Malant Mandralle Marcausa Marchier Marchoquette Mariel Maritte Marler Marlette Marlot Marradie Marscray Maserrienche Mastyr Matheodyn Mathey Mattheodric Matthing Mavincalde Maxellette Melfoush Menande Mentaineau Mersly Micksmith Mivien Modhal Moncis Moniquet Montbrier Mordeaux Mordif Morgard Morgestine Morginett Nahlianesse Nastabyth Norbeil Norelles Norman Oceaucette Octauzeilara Odison Omissa Ongeron Orinet Ortelle Ourgot Ozetto Paramel Parfais Parquise Parric Pascion Pavence Payett Pecien Peppont Persmith Phylvine Picher Pichés Picoeur Piensergene Pimpery Plassa Poiroislin Portelle Potvince Pouzons Powennayneau Praximiran Prideault Provenn Pugeau Pyppoline Rabermieu Racque Rahaydel Raimée Raisarvele Ralistona Rambel Raouel Raport Reasorin Relanester Rencqurette Renwickton Riopelore Risant Robarreenste Robinested Rochurias Rodaiselite Rodrine Rodyric Rolyrrya Romastefante Rosalizée Rouance Rouhain Roulanie Roxannal Rulescabet Ruquenicien Ryvalenne Salabiss Saloïc Sancielle Sauvry Segreenilain Sergill Sevellet Siland Simarcadot Simissa Simontain Skerbeau Sourgynays Spelle Sperice Stefanten Temerio Thaletit Thanges Theillara Therrene Tibien Tileaulin Tremert Tristaily Truxier Tussette Urquier Vadnailhot Valent Valexandron Vanaël Vanciens Vannabelay Vannabert Vanten Varace Vavaise Veriassansel Volivette Voriner Yeomsmine Yngwin Yvyroussette

#444names #444 names

[mypocketsnug]

lowkey thinking about going back to school, also maybe taking a hiatus from djing, gonna try and get this grant i got offered to teach community cooking classes, also im going viral on twit rn for tweeting

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duality of life baby

[skybrightpixie]

it always feels really bad when i think of the weird shit that i was told as a teen, but honestly, like, i'm so glad it feels bad and not something like indifferent or some other hand-wavy feeling. because it means i've grown and i'm now a much better person for it.

like, i was a trans boy relaying "i hate men and ALL men are evil" and it def took a toll on how i viewed myself and didn't help my internalized transphobia. i also kinda had a stick up my ass when it came to gender identities because i was told some people "can't do this" and others are "not actually that." like, who am i to fucking be the judge of that?? who is ANYONE to be the judge of that if they literally aren't harming anybody just by being a gender i'm not or for experiencing gender and sexuality differently from me. it was so stupid.

i think there were remnants of that time in my life when i was part of the v//illainous fandom, of all things, too. it was not as bad, but that doesn't mean it wasn't bad at all. sincerely, if you knew me when i was a teenager i'm sorry. that shit sucked hard.

but now!!!! i've surrounded myself with other trans people of all kinds and i'm much more confident about my identity and being a part of the lgbt+ community! kinder people who ARE more accepting and open unlike those so-called allies i grew up learning things from. it feels really good to be better. i've even helped a few friends unlearn their own bullshit. never ending train of being more accepting and improving the self.

#this post isn't necessarily a v/ent as much as it is me reflecting on myself and being proud of how i've changed #so no tag #honestly i think about this a lot #and also it's why i don't interact with the v//illai/nous fandom anymore #that fandom made me feel Worse #now things are quieter for me on this site but i like it :] #i'm just a little happier but it's enough of a change for it to be a much BETTER feeling than whatever some of those people made me feel

[soupercatte]

FFXIV Writing Prompt 14: Attrition

at·tri·tion

/əˈtriSH(ə)n/

the action or process of gradually reducing the strength or effectiveness of someone or something through sustained attack or pressure; wearing away by friction; abrasion.

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The pots and saucepans of Her Holy Respite’s kitchens bubbled and boiled and steamed away, filling the air with a conglomeration of delectable scents and aromas. The dining hall was warm and comforting, knights and clergy members and the few travelers that had checked in slowly making their way into the room, filling the benches along the wall and standing in clusters as they waited eagerly for their meals.

Kelas’ra worked at a quick yet measured pace, expertly peeling and slicing vegetables while testing the oil in the massive skillet by his side with a wooden stirring stick, nodding approvingly as the oil bubbled around the utensil, tossing in first minced garlic and onions to brown before adding the vegetables. Steam rose up as the skillet hissed, the man waving it away with his hand as he pulled down dried herbs from the waxed strings running along the walls, clipping just what he needed and tossing them in to cook. He sidestepped over to a massive brick oven, pulling over the metal arm to check the soup pot, stirring the contents before testing the flavor, scowling before dumping in another splash of yak milk and a healthy handful of salt. Content with the taste of the broth he swung the arm back over the open flames, moving to the fresh bread baking in the bin below, taking the wooden bread paddle and sliding it inside to pull them free from the heat to cool.

He’d been at this for a while now, having fallen into a pleasant rhythm upon coming to work and partially living here in the convent. He had always enjoyed cooking and had done so with the group he was a part of previously, The Order of St. Reinette, but when they had been forcefully disbanded from the church he was swooped up by Inquisitor Ackald, brought into the fold of the respite.  Despite the circumstances surrounding his presence he appreciated the massive kitchen that he had been given control over (and had renovated himself, since the convent was non operational when they had first arrived)  and had been determined to put it to good use, quickly earning a positive reputation and nearly a cult following among the staff.

With a satisfied nod he dusted his hands onto his trousers, crossing the room to the wall mounted dish rack and pulled down a stack of both bowls and plates.

“Line up if you are here for food!”

He called over his shoulder, beaming as the visitors to his kitchen hopped up and raced over like children outside of a treats cart. One by one he filled bowls with a creamy ovim stew, adding half a loaf of knight’s bread and pan seared vegetables to the plates and handing them out to the hungry crowd.

“Thank you, ser!” One of the knights piped up, his eyes shimmering with excitement. “This one is my favourite, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world!”

“I am glad, then.” Kelas’ra winked as he added an extra ladle of stew. “Can’t have you starving on me, now can I?”

The knight happily bopped away, sitting at the tables with his companions, their voices and laughter rising as the room blossomed into raucous conversation.

Soon the line began to dwindle and he felt himself slowing down, growing a bit weary in the process and dreading the clean up later this evening.

“Thank you, Master Sanpou.” The last temple knight smiled. Illaine, the local garrison’s captain, was a beautiful Elezen woman with flaxen hair and sky blue eyes, faint freckles dotting her cheeks as she grinned, cheeks punctuated by deep dimples. Despite her youthful appearance she was known as a fierce warrior and her subordinates always seemed rather scared of her, yet Kelas’ra had received nothing but kindness and flattery from the woman.

“As always, Miss Illaine.” He responded with a polite bow. “If you should require anything else, please, by all means let me know.”

She grinned, face flushing slightly as she turned to the benches, scanning for an open spot. They had more adventures staying in the barracks than they normally did so there were no available seats this night. Kelas’ra noticed her concern and headed over to the fireplace, grabbing the two stools that normally remained there for those needing to warm themselves.

“Here we are.” He announced, setting them side by side. “If you do not mind eating with the common rabble such as myself, let us enjoy dinner together, shall we?”

“Come now, how could I refuse?” Illaine gave him a bright smile, sitting herself on the stool by the young Miqo’te man, stirring her spoon through the stew. “So…glasses, then? Those are new.”

Kelas’ra paused, self-consciously touching the spectacles that he wore. “Ah, yes. Well...” He began with an anxious laugh. “I’ve been dealing with a little bit of eyestrain recently. Alethea suggested wearing these to see if it helps curb my headaches. It’s still quite a pain to get used to, myself.”

“T-they look good!” Illaine stuttered, bowing and quickly tearing into her bread. “I like them! They suit you, really.”

With a forced laugh, Kelas’ra pulled apart a chunk of his own bread with his fingers, dipping it into the stew and taking a bite.

He couldn’t tell her the eyestrain came from his so called condition. Ever since he had realized he was to eat the aether of men he had been avoiding doing so at all costs, trying futilely to ignore the voracious hunger in the pit of his belly. He’d been successful somewhat, however he had begun to realize he couldn’t continue doing this for much longer as with each passing day his control over his body was slowly breaking down. The other day he had accidentally teleported himself through the floor, dropping with a cry to the chapel below, thankfully barren of life for a rare occurrence. And this morning he had been unable to fix his face for nearly over a bell, hiding out in the loft as he tried with little success to get the various eyes that had appeared across him to disappear. It had finally worked but the sudden increase in vision and the subsequent loss of it had strained his normal eyes, weakening them and giving him a headache. To alleviate it, he’d taken to wearing spectacles to help his eyes readjust to a normal strength. Any more it felt like a slow trickle, a constant erosion of his humanity that he was powerless to stop.

“Really, I like them.” Illaine pressed, nudging his foot with her own. “I would rather you wear glasses than damage your eyesight, my friend.”

Kelas’ra nodded quietly with a faint smile, unable to bring himself to respond.

“Um…”

He heard the unsure voice, peeking up over the counter to see one of the knights awkwardly standing in place. 

“Yes? Need another drink, or…?” Kelas’ra rose to his feet as the knight held out his bowl, still full. What was this? Nobody had ever returned their meal uneaten unless it was something rather serious, such as an allergy he was not made privy of! What in the world…

“Is something the matter?” He asked, the knight shrinking down.

“Tis not much, Master Sanpou…” The young man stuttered. “It’s just…well…”

He looked as if he were confessing on the gallows, pallid and nervous. “It’s..the soup. It’s rather salty today. A bit too much for the majority of us, actually…”

Shellshocked, Kelas’ta glanced around the room to see the same expression crossing the faces of the usual visitors, their meals untouched as well.

“Are you feeling alright, Ser? You’ve never oversalted things before. Perhaps a bit too spicy for our tastes at times, but it's always been pleasant. Perhaps...can it be salvaged by adding more milk to the base?”

Taking the bowl from the knight he sniffed it, confused. “It tasted alright to me earlier…” He grumbled, picking up the spoon and taking a bite. His heart fluttered in place before plummeting into his stomach, struggling to not drop the bowl to the floor right then and there.

I can’t taste it. Kelas’ra thought to himself, panicked. I can’t taste anything…

With a pained smile he handled the bowl back, trying his best to recover. “Mine apologies, I’ve been a little scattered as of late. Let me try this, it should fix it just fine.” He turned his back to the knight, reaching into the ice box and pulling out a carton of fresh heavy cream and poured a small amount in, mixing it and hoping to the Sisters it was correct.

“Try this.” Handing the meal back the knight sipped from his spoon, face lighting up. “Ah, that’s great!” He said enthusiastically. “It’s still a bit on the salty side, but I really like it! Don’t worry about it Ser, we all have our off days.”

The others from the tables soon rose and came over to have their meals fixed as well, Kelas’ra keenly aware of the cold sweat running down the back of his neck as he aided each one before correcting Illaine’s meal as well.

Setting his dinner on the counter he wasn’t hungry any longer, not for real, physical food anyways. Quite the opposite really, he felt as if he would vomit on the spot right then and there.

“Kelas’ra?” Illaine peered up at him with a concerned look. “Are you quite alright? You look rather pale.”

He gave a jerky nod before quickly shaking his head. “I need a moment.” Untying the apron around his waist he flung it to the stool, moving quickly. “I…I think I’m going to be ill.”

Before she could stop him he dashed from the kitchens and the shocked expressions of his patrons and sprinted down the hallway, skidding around the corner to the toilets and locking himself inside.

Gasping he slid down the door, heart beating a malm a minute, breath caught in his chest as he struggled to regulate himself, hyperventilating as he clenched his hands into fists, lightly smacking the floor.

I couldn’t taste it. He thought frantically. I couldn’t taste a swiving thing. I couldn’t smell it, I couldn’t even feel the heat on my tongue…

He couldn’t be that far gone, could he? His sense of taste and smell was quite possibly the most important things to him! How could he cook if he couldn’t taste what he was working on? His whole identity, his culture and memories of his parents, everything hinged on his association with the foods he had always so tenderly prepared. And yet he had completely botched a full dinner while thinking there was nothing wrong with it. You know it has to be bad when even the Ishgardians say the food is too salty, for Sister’s sake!

A sharp pang filled his belly as he grunted in pain, doubling over. Hissing, he felt his hunger surge and struggled to bring it back under control, taking a deep shaky breath. His body was turning on him, slowly stripping away his human senses and feelings until nothing base hunger and need was left.

Kelas’ra rose to his feet, trembling, huffing to try and ease the pain away as he leered at his expression in the mirror. He was greeted by his pallid reflection, eyes sunken and gaunt and filled with terror, even to himself. He could see the faint tendrils of the curse mark on his neck attempting to peek out from the collar of his shirt and adjusted it with jittery fingers to hide it once more.

He couldn’t keep this charade up much longer. No matter his feelings on the subject he knew his body was beginning to break down, eroding his very being in its desperate cry for aether. He couldn’t chance losing consciousness again, not after the fiasco the other week that the Inquisitors were still cleaning up the loose ends of so that nobody could trace him to the scene. That not that anyone would believe he was actually a monster wearing the skin of a man, at any rate.

I need to talk with the Inquisitor. He thought to himself, splashing his face with water before leaving the toilet room, slowly making his way back to the kitchens to apologize for his sudden departure. I don’t want to, but I have no other choice. Adry will know what to do. There has to be something to keep me from having to take an innocent’s life…

Kelas’ra paused in front of the great wooden door of the dining hall, hand resting on the handle as he gathered himself, shaking away the last of his jitters. Giving himself a fake smile, he opened the door, quickly reverting back to his usual self to lie to everyone that everything would be alright.

#ffxiv writing challenge #ffxiv writing prompt #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv oc

[bittwitchy]

i’ve now had alcohol so the complete lack of a shit that the writers of mcm/illain and wife had back in the 70s is funnier now bc how the fuck are you gonna have a chick be preggers for an entire season, pop a baby out, and the baby straight up vanishes an episode later never to be spoken of again lmao

#or the first season baby that also was never heard from again #that was at least a one off eoisode the second was the WHOLE FOURTH SEASON #and ig she dies between s5 and s6 so like???? #rock hudson was right to hate working onnthis show like #no the funniest is they keep mentioning florida prisons #theyre in san francisco why the fuck would you be sending your arrests to florida #whats haPPENING #im near the end of s5 rn and i have to skio thru most of it tbh #ppl said sh/erlock episodes were 2 hours of nonsense but at least they had multiple stories happening #these are single stories that keep repeating the same issue over and over bc somehow this guy never fucking learns #nor his wife but shes no longer getting kidnapped every 2 mins so ig #dick sargeant showed up in this ep tho and i actually liked his darrin more than the original darrin sot hat was excutinf #until he got less than 2 minutes of screentime and the episode is still going on #im so bired is he the killer or not #where sid darrin go #alcohol cw #pregnancy cw