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h0nkshroom · 1 month
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gently places these in your hands and cartwheels away into the night
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namari-hime-moved · 8 months
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i was doodling and ended up really liking this cheren and bianca
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sea-buns · 7 days
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the things my mind will do to NOT have to face the consequences of a traumatic story arc
"oh so and so died last week? and the new episode is tonight? hmm sounds like it'll be a good one...
.....y'know i've really been meaning to get into [absolute rabbit hole of a fandom]"
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orchideae · 3 months
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Please remind me to go feral about the look on her face during this and the repercussions of it across the board, because this is a monumental moment.
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draagu · 1 year
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old paint doodle but a
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chaoticspacefam · 1 year
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@vihola tagged me to make some OCs in >this< picrew so ofc I jumped on the opportunity!
Tagging (if you want to, up to you & no pressure if not!) @rainofaugustsith @mercurypilgrim @tearlessrain @darth-bagel @outcastcommander @messes-of-men and anyone else who wants to do this one! <3
Have one Saarai because, of course, she is my favourite hahah Also a Maiite!! because this one has vitiligo!! (honestly it has so many options, props to the OP of the picrew! <3) Maite’s a little more red than she should be (she’s more orange-y red really) and ideally her hair would have a more reddish undertone too buuuut everything else was lovely to be able to find options for her in a picrew for once! :D I gave Rai a cocktail and a nice jungle bg because honestly ya girl needs a vacation to a planet that has a nice jungle to remind her of home, she’s EARNED it lmao I had to think a bit for what to put Maite in bc I didn’t really want to cover up all her vitiligo but also I didn’t want them to be dressed exactly the same lmao then I remembered that IRP she likes to steal her husband’s work button-ups and wear them as sleep shirts when he’s done with them so I went for that and some cute shorts & sandals :3
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lynxalon · 7 months
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DUDE im a lil drunk rn ill start with that im drunk and heres m current thought process: im SO annoyed right theres this person i follow and they post/rb a lot of like. uncredited photography and im SO annoyed like that pisses me off cause theyre cool photos but if theres any credit it's dumb pseudo credit aka "via Pinterest" FUCK THAT pinterest is full of puedo artists piggybacking off of cool artists who did NAWT deserve to have their work taken like that :((( i KNOW cause i am both artist AND i was a whole ass pinterestgirlie or whatever the fuck and like. i HATE seeing it i know i cant like. stop a bajillion people but. again im a lil drunk an boyyyyyyyyy im just annoyed LOL oh ya i was mentionin cause i was like ehhhh maybe i unfollow or/also i shall just scream into the voidddd hiiii void twirls hair isnt this WILD does this just tear ur heart into tiny lil pieces
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star-mum · 7 months
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okay lovelies I'm officially done with the group assignment that was hanging over my head and draining the soul outta my body this past ENTIRE WEEK
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thebiggestmenace · 8 months
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something about joel being mad at ellie (for saving his ass????) yet still grabbing comics for her :( he loves her so much D:
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hardrockshrimp · 11 months
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More Bruce paper puppets! The big one is a little hard to handle since the hair is connected by one joint(?) But I REALLY wanted to add hair movement to the big puppet :D
Here's my storyboards btw!
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minimoll7 · 1 year
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So I finally beat the Cuphead DLC a few days ago. Took me a long time since I just really wasn’t in the mood to play it. Plus with my hand issues, sometimes I get to worried about playing the game (as it does take a lot out of my hands if I’m not careful). Anyways, it was excellent! But the crackshot man, that’s such a good weapon and combined with my controller’s turbo button (which has to options, either hold whatever button you want to use OR it’ll basically press the button for you, the latter of which I used), makes the game so much more easier
I just went and did all the bosses from isles 1 and 2 and wow, it was fast. Like ridiculously fast. It may have been a long time since I fought those bosses, but I still remember their attack patterns pretty well and I already am decently good at the game but this made me feel like a master almost lol having both the crackshot and turbo really helps speed things up xD plus the turbo helps with my hands to, which was originally why I began to use it. Didn’t realize how much it helps
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falllpoutboy · 1 year
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that edit making me think about how brienne lived the rest of life as lord commander alone and missing the only love of her life and is reminded of him everyday from living in the white sword tower to sleeping in the lord commanders chambers as he once did
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cryptidofthekeys · 2 years
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Wrestler...Sona...? not an oc this time
Sooo here he is, I SAID he was going to be strictly human ...Buuuut... I got a fun idea in the middle of this sooo I went with it, he’s still a human- BUT he’s got a curse of sorts :)
Also wanted and still am going to give him differences, he might be a sona but I don’t have to ENTIRELY center him around myself, that’d be no fun if I didn’t had some of his own stuff to the mix
there’ll be more to come im sure if uh I guess if anyone wants to ask any sorta questions bout him I’ll answer em lmao, i dont mind either way anyways ok im rambling, here’s the mans
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| Real Name: Chase Barron Stokes (i wanna differentiate his name from mine in a FEW ways so it's not as confusing when talking about the sona)
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| Nicknames: Ase (pronunciation: Ace), Cryptid, Barron, Barr, Aron (pronounced like Arin), Stoke
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| Gender/Sexuality: Trans FTM (He/Him) and he’s Pansexual
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| Ring Name: Cryptid of The Keys
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| Finisher/Signature: Signature is literally just a just a momentary bearhug before slamming his opponent down meanwhile his finisher is The Cryptid’s Lock and Key (it’s a submission move, gotta lock it in then unlock it when the opponent taps idk man, just roll with it fjkdljfgds)
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| Classification: Heavyweight
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| Age: N/A (doing math is hard but he is obviously an adult)
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| Height: 5’5”
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| Species/Race: Human
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| Occupation: Wrestler which is obvious of course, but also is he a heel? A face? Lmao I’m not even sure HE fuckin knows himself tbh
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| Eye Color: Gunmetal Blue
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| Hair Color: Dark Brown (His hair is a spiked quiff)
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| Skin Color: He’s v e r y pale and fat (he’s in the heavyweight class for a reason …also I uh, am also a fat person so yeah, not gonna take that away from my sona)
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| Appearance: His main attire is a light pastel purple, light pastel green, and then black jacket (it’s mashup of all colors essentially) with black metal spikes on the shoulders, he has a tank top of all the same colors as well on underneath. He also wears same colored jeans that have rips and tears all around (distressed looking jeans p much) also has some chains hanging down off of them, then he has some wrestling boots that have a mashup of all the colors, the light pastel purple, green, and then of course black- He wears a bunch of old skeleton keys around his neck along with a spiked collar that’s also a mashup of all those colors (the spikes are all black too) He wears spiked bracelets, also the same color and then just has black gauges in his ears that have the pastel green and purple swirling around each other for the design.
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Doesn’t have claws as it’d be too easy to break them but he has painted his nails to match his aesthetic, he does have some fangs though… Just little tiny ones- No tail either, he's human.
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No pointed ears, nothing- If y’all want oddly specific details well the ONE oddly specific detail is that he’s got thick ass eyebrows- other than that he’s got an extended goatee (not just a circle beard this time), got a bunch of types of keys tattooed on his arms, a lock that also has a chain that’s depicted to be breaking, and then finally on his back he’s got black feathery wings on there (the wings are spread out) they also look like a simple tattoo BUT let’s do it… Werewolf style, at night when there’s a full moon, those wings? Yeah they uh spring out from his back, they become real essentially, it’s a curse thing pretty much lmao
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Aside from that,, he’s only really got his top surgery scars n stuff like that, he hasn’t gotten any other scars but he isn’t afraid if any appear, I mean he IS a wrestler after all, it’s bound to happen eventually- He just hasn’t had any accidents so far- That’s about all appearance wise (he does take those bracelets, collar, necklace, and jacket off of course before fighting, so when he’s actually wrestling you’ll just see him in his tank top, pants, and boots p much)
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| Personality: I’m going to keep this basic as can be, he’s got no backstory sorta deal exactly- the whole thing about the wings is separate from the wrestling business- All I’ll say for that is he got cursed one night under a full moon and well his wings suddenly became more real than he ever wanted them to be… Who cursed him? … Heh, that’s… For another time- For now ahem-
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Cryptid’s pretty much a chill dude unless provoked, he goes with the flow, he seems kinda careless actually (not true, he cares, cares about… A l o t of things and people that I will not state outright) when provoked he can get pretty pissy and get more hostile and agressive, he might dress in light pastel colors but he’s not to be underestimated- while he’s not the type to go out of his way after someone, if you wrong him he WILL fuck you up- He likes to consider himself peaceful but uh mama didn’t raise no bitch- so I wouldn’t poke him too much tbh- …Or do, it could be fun-
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It’s one thing to provoke him but here’s the kicker, he gets even MORE violent and hostile if you mess with those he cares about, his friends and or those he considers family- He will NOT tolerate that, you can hurt him all you want and sure it might piss him off bc I mean who doesn’t get angry when people mess with ya? But hurting the ones he cares about is a GOOD way to actually e n r a g e him- …I said I was going to keep this basic LMAO so much for that- oh well doesn’t matter, overall the basic is he’s chill, goes with the flow, but you mess with those he cares about and he WILL fuckin go after you, even if its out of his WAY which he rarely ever goes out of.
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| Side Facts: I’m getting very tired so when he’s NOT on for a match, promo, segment, etc- You can find him hanging around, playing games on his switch, listening to music especially, watching his favorite youtubers, and or- one of the things he MOSTLY does in his spare time …aside from the youtuber watching of course- uh he writes, a LOT- Doesn’t show anyone his work (a contrast from me but I don’t want EVERYTHING to just be,, m e if that makes sense? I know he’s a sona but I want him to also be his o w n in a way too!)
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He doesn’t want any of the others seeing his work especially it seems, he keeps to himself when writing and makes sure nobody is around- Aside from that, one thing I forgot to mention he’s got his anxieties n shit like that- I mean it wouldn’t be a sona from ME if he didn’t have some kinda anxieties or trauma or anything like that- but anyways… A LOT of his anxiety stems from those wings, he h a t e s those wings- They can be painful, especially when molting- But when they spread out from his body it physically hurts him every single time.
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And not only that he’s terrified of anyone else seeing his wings, he doesn’t want ANYONE seeing them, he’s worried he’ll be made fun of but also worse, that someone is going to hurt him… Like he’s worried someone will want to rip out his feathers, or rip the wings themselves off- …I wonder why he’s afraid of such SPECIFIC scenarios… :) heh- Has to make sure he doesn’t have to wrestle during a full moon bc let me tell you, it isn’t just a matter of oh if he doesn’t see the moon then the wings won’t come out no- if the night has a full moon the wings are coming out NO MATTER if he’s seeing it or not.
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Literally marks all the dates he can down when full moons are present, you’ll notice that on his calendars n shit, will make any and EVERY excuse he can if a full moon happens, he knows by asking to reschedule for certain things can be a pain, and he knows that the boss is probs a bit suspicious of that but he just c a n ‘ t risk this, especially not in front of the others… In front of people… He tries his damndest not to reschedule at the last moment though, tries to reschedule weeks before, but ya know… He can’t keep hiding this forever… Eventually s o m e o n e will find out, or WORSE… He’ll h a v e to be booked that night and get exposed to e v e r y o n e lmao
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He does love wrestling though, he doesn’t wanna give it up, even despite how terrified he is, he REALLY loves his work, he specializes in Submission Matches which is the obvious one- But he also loves HIAC, (any sorta NO DQ/Falls Count Anywhere, can go anywhere aside from the ring matches in general, if he can break free from the ring and take the fight everywhere essentially he l o v e s it), and finally Last Man Standing matches as he has a LOT of stamina and endurance.
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chaoticspacefam · 1 year
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Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. for an oc/pairing that you think would best suit the prompt - KH💙 (p.s. sorry for accidentally unfollowing you when trying to click on the 'ask' button 🤪)
(no worries and likewise I am SO SO SORRY that this took me two years to finish up I am horrified by that 😭🥺 I had a l o t of fun with this one even if it took me 5ever to transfer it from script to actual Prose so I hope it’s worth the wait and y’all enjoy!! <3) A/N:
This one is set just after > Kiss With A Fist <  so if you’re new and/or you don’t remember the kiss they’re arguing about, it’s in that oneshot! :D
Strikhedonia - noun. The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. This one came from the “obscure word/definition” ask game a while back. Sadly far back enough that I do not have the link but ANYWAY its finally here yaaas!! The alternative title for this one is “How much Unresolved Sexual Tension can I fit into one Oneshot?” and the answer, I am happy to report, is “Yes”. XD
Wai Tarar = the official title/rank term for the Ahaszaai royals’ personal bodyguards, each Ahaszaai has a minimum of one, but more commonly between 2-3 ESPECIALLY for the current ruling Emperor(ess) and/or their heir(ess) ;)  It’s literally just High Sith for “Royal Protector” but it sounds so much more fancy in High Sith xP
Falling in love with your bodyguard is a little less scandalous when your father happens to think he Has Very Nice Genes, Actually, and This Could Work In Our Favour so "You know what, go ahead" XD in case anyone is wondering WHY Vastas doesn't care. Kissai's got Massassi blood in his line, and Grampy Ahaszaai thinks it'd be neat to get a little of that in the future grandkids 😉
No specific warnings for this one. Just two idiots very obviously in love, and - oh my god she’s done denying it? D’leah’s not playing hard to get anymore?? /lh XD You can also read on > AO3 < if you’d prefer the formatting there! :D
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D'leah had been rather surprised to catch the eye of her Wai Tarar across the sea of other Sith Lords and Darths, decked out to their nines in glitz and glamour in the manner she would have well expected of the High Sith families that associated with her father. Of course, it was not a problem that he had come, as her principle protector it was almost certainly…encouraged that Kissai attend in order to stand guard for the Ahaszaai line during the festivities, he would not be the only Wai Tarar in the crowd. But the Sith heiress simply couldn't shake the realization that Kissai was not in his red armour, this time, but rather a suit of the more formal kind. It couldn't be….that he was here for her, surely? 
On an impulse, she caught his eye as she wove her way through the crowd and headed for the nearby balcony, the cool night breeze stirring her cheeks as she stepped out of the stuffy palace ballroom. Leaning against the balustrade, she exhaled softly and waited, listening to the lilting notes of the classical music that drifted towards her through the open balcony door. Before long, the sound of carefully measured footfalls reached the heiress' ears, and she calmly turned to face him. She had nothing to fear from this man, she knew that much.
"Dance with me, my Lord?" He inquired, eyes bright with hope as he held a hand out towards her. The heiress' gaze lingered on his outstretched palm for a fraction too long, before finally darting up to meet his, the tips of her jaw spurs trembling. He cleaned up remarkably well, for a commoner…
Somehow, the fact that he had waited until she had beckoned him outside, away from the prying eyes of every kriffing Sith aristocrat in the Empire, to ask for her hand at all only made it *worse* for her. Damn it, his sister's right. You've got it BAD, D'leah.
Besides, nobody would see them out here, so what harm would one dance do? If he cared half as much as she liked to pretend that he did, D'leah knew her father would never have let her leave the palace with her guard in tow - Emperor Ahaszaai had eyes everywhere, and someone watching out for her at all times.
So, the heiress slid her hand delicately into his, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards into a faint half smirk as she purred teasingly. "You have nice manners, for an Outskirter~"
The taller Pureblood scoffed softly as she stepped into his grasp, his fangs flashing in a grin. "Last I checked, my Lord, your father was quite enamoured with my manners."
D'leah raised a browstalk in surprise. "Enamoured", huh? He'd taken to using a lot of big words around her of late…he really was trying to impress her, she was sure of it.
"I can't imagine why he would think that." She smirked back at him, bringing her other hand to rest on his shoulder, though she did have to pivot onto her toes ever so slightly. He was so tall...
They fell into a steady and well-balanced set of steps in time with the tempo of the music from the ballroom, and Kissai guided her into a twirl, humming softly under his breath. "Hmm. You know what I think?" 
D'leah made a curious, prompting noise in the back of her throat, her breath almost catching when he effortlessly caught her out of the spin and dipped her down in time with the swell of the music. His hand was warm against the small of her back, even through the fabric of her evening gown, "you like it." the taller Pureblood breathed, a hint of a query to his tone still.
Kissai was right, she knew he was. But the Sith heiress wasn't quite ready to admit it just yet. She wanted him to work for it. She chuckled as nonchalantly as she could manage, allowing him to pull her upright and sweep her into the next set of steps. "Well, I think you’re a fool who is wholly overconfident in himself~" 
The taller Pureblood's fangs flashed in a grin, and without thinking about it, he retorted cheekily. "That makes two of us, then, doesn't it, my Lord?" 
The realisation dawned on his face as D'leah's arm snapped taut with the next step she took, the heiress' eyes fixing on him as she hissed sharply. 
"And you have grown over comfortable being so casual with me, Izreni." It should have been a warning, and on her first reflex D'leah had meant for it to be one, but when the words actually came out of her mouth they sounded far more like a returning quip than she had intended. The Wai Tarar scoffed, indignant, and raised a browstalk at her as he protested: "You kissed me. If you wished for me to leave you alone, my Lord, you've done a very poor job in telling me so."
“I did.” she nodded, squashing the urge to smirk as he blinked at her in utter surprise that she had admitted to it, like a gizka caught in the headlights. D’leah drew in another deep breath to keep her composure, shutting her eyes for a moment as she reminded him, her voice far more amused than scathing. “And if I saw fit I could kill you where you stand for speaking to me that way.” “I know.” the Wai Tarar answered in much the same tone. She wasn’t quite sure how, but somehow their back-and-forth had deviated from their standard back-and-forth banter to become simply exchanges of facts they were both well aware of already. The heiress was losing, and she knew it. She shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet as they twirled again, and as she returned to his hold, he smirked and asked. “Then why are you out here with me, and not in there with the other High-born brats, my Lord?” 
The Ahaszaai heiress opened her eyes to meet his gaze once more, willing her heart to stop skipping violently against her ribcage when she did. “They bore me.” she admitted at length, stepping closer to Kissai as the tempo of the music that floated out from the ballroom behind them began to slow. “You, on the other hand…” She felt his grip on her tighten, not by much, but enough that D’leah took note of it, and hummed wordlessly in response. It took a moment for the taller Sith’s brain to catch up with the rest of his senses, but when it did she watched the spurs against his jaw flex in anticipation. His voice grew husky as he muttered. “Darindz artsisasi ki, ctarzari…”
D’leah let out a sultry chuckle in retort. “Nu sarjia j’us kaisijas oi…”
His gaze flicked from hers, to the door behind them, reflexive panic written on his features clear as day. “What would your father say?” he floundered, as if forgetting he had just moments ago used an entirely contradictory argument when their dance had started. The Ahaszaai High Lady could no longer contain her own laughter, throwing her head back to cackle aloud and feeling the tips of his claws curl against her spine as she did so. “Do you believe he’d let his heiress wander off with any old vagabond who asked her for her arm? He knows exactly where I am.” D’leah raised a prompting browstalk at him. “If he didn’t like you, Izreni, he would not allow you anywhere near me.” much less anything else. And she knew that Kissai knew that just as well as she did. 
“I see…” the Wai Tarar’s jaw spurs trembled, but still he daren’t move, nor had his hands travelled any lower in spite of her offering him an invitation to do so on a silver platter. Kissai was waiting for her to come to him. His self control was admirable, and oh so attractive....
Deciding to indulge him for the second time, the heiress stretched up on her toes to brush her lips ever so gently against his as she cooed softly. “Or are you scared, Kissai~?” 
She felt, rather than heard, his breath hitch, and after a moment to compose himself he managed to get out the words, low enough that only D’leah would hear them. “Such thoughts are hardly proper in polite company, princess.”
“Ah, of course.” she grinned, a purr rumbling in her throat as she stepped out of his arms to take the taller Pureblood’s hand into hers instead. D’leah did not miss the low chuff of disappointment that he made as she moved away from him, but nonetheless released his grip on her obediently. Ever the gentleman, this one. As if to answer the unspoken question, the Ahaszaai heiress tugged on his hand, holding his gaze as she backed toward the balcony door to head back inside. “Come, let’s go inside. It’s getting cold out here.” To hell with it, doesn’t matter who sees us.
_______________________________________________________ High Sith translations: *canonically there is so little written about High Sith conlang that there aren't even proper contractions (like "I'm", "Don't" etc.) which is just...a huge oversight, to put it blankly. So I made my own contractions. At least it doesn’t sound like an unnecessarily and stupidly clunky language that way skhjslhdh
Darindz artsisasi ki, ctarzari…  - Don’t (from Dari “do” + nindz “not”) tease me, princess..
Nu sarjia j’us kaisijas oi…  - I thought you liked it...
That said, D’leah DOES on occasion not use contractions in Basic, particularly for things like “would not” (as in “would not allow you anywhere near me”) or “do not”. There’s no particular reason for this, she just decided it was a speech quirk of hers and keeps making me write it this way on occasion /lh 😜
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eggthew · 2 years
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how would one figure out if they've got chronic fatigue or if they're just. really unhealthy
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