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fauvester · 17 days
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shang qinghua finds a demon-magic-plot device way to provide MBJ an heir to the throne. a dedicated advisor!!
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dumbnotstupidfuck · 27 days
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obsessed by olivia rodrigo is staticmoth cod- *is shot with a rifle*
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starjunkyard · 4 days
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Cannot stop thinking about how charlie dalton is a rich boy ohhhhhhhmygod hes an old money boy of COURSE he is. OF COURSE HES A RICH BOY OHHHHHHH. FUCK YOU
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umbrvx · 1 year
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winding down + my fav binghes
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toskarin · 1 year
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@estoult's fanservant, Argalia!
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dirtbra1n · 3 months
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turns out I’m playing a game this january called “shut the hell up in january” where it’s january and I shut the hell up
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teleportationmagic · 4 months
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Most days Acier spends her time in the library.
The simmiering sheen on the banners that sweep through the space glitter back at her, a pale purple. Her family's colour. She'd always been partial to blue herself, but there was something to be said about rebellion.
Well. It had been rebellion at sixteen. Now that she was fully grown, it was disdain, maybe. Selfishness, if she was any less valuable a member of House Silva. How funny for them, that they had two heads of house, one which came from the outside and yet fit in perfectly, their own eldest daughter contenting herself in matters of war. They'd make a better set if they switched.
And yet. Here they were. She wonder how her husband is doing, handling his duties along with the children. She wonders how Nozel is faring, as a new magic knight. She wonders if Nebra and Solid have taken her death well.
She doesn't wonder about Noelle. Her heart throbs, at all once, and she puts it out of her mind. Unproductive and useless, she doesn't have the time for it.
The library is full of texts, none of them novel. Most of them have pages that have become blurry around the edges, from where Acier had rushed through them barely skimming. Grimgar was fully intact, thankfully. As were the pictures of her children's faces.
When she tires of it (or gets so much more tired of it, that staring at the tauntingly familiar texts goes from uncomfortable to untolerable,) she marched out to the courtyard and casts. Opposite castle Silva is a dark brick-stones spire of it's own - likely Spade's, considering the occupant and the decoration, though she's never bothered to ask - and above the both is a writhing mass of leeches.
She tries to ignore them. Her steel comes to her easy as always, sharp and pointed, an exercise in razor perfection. There's no more satisfaction in it, not for a long time, not since she came her and stopped being able to improve, but the motions are repetitive and rhythmic and soothing in their own way.
On some level she expects Vanica. This is as good as an invitation, after all, practising in full view of that eyesore. But she lets it come as a suprise, when her back is peirced.
She flips and turns, driving her own lance into her. They stand for a moment, taste of iron in the air, before the pull back.
She smiles. She always smiles. Acier can't - it would be irritating if she knew just ho much she valued to novelty of this fight - but Vanica always smiles enough for the two of them.
"Steel Magic; Dance of a Thousand Sparks"
The world lights up aroudn them, light reflecting off flecks of steel. She wants to make Vanica eat them.
She cackles, and responds with a barrage of her own, each parried against the legnth of her's. It's not a hard fight to win - in their past fight, Vanica had been far too depdant on Megicula and now stripped of her favour there was very little variety in her fight.
She wins. Predictably, her hand halfway through Vanica's chest, she wins. The soft flesh of her sticks to her hand as she pulls away.
"I won. Leave."
"I will. Just look here for a second?" And she does. She should have stayed her course, but let noone accuse her of cowardice.
Lips land against her, tasting overfermented. She destroys half her face for the insult, a cackling noise echoing around them both.
"Oh come on," She croons it from her place aginst the floor.
"Leave." Acier feels like pure ice. Or she should. Something moves in her, more than it should.
It's been a very very long time.
"Oh come on." She's pieces back together, bit by bit. Nothing changes here. "Aren't you bored, Acier?"
The kiss had done something fundamental to them, she was sure of that. "Not bored enough."
"So you will be!" She cuts her off before Acier can continue, another step into her personal space. "That's good to hear. Because I'm not bored at all - not so long as you keep beating me!"
A shudder shakes down her spine. Because that was the thing with Vanica - even when you won, you lost. "I will drag you back there, Vanica."
She grins, wide and manical. "Will you?"
She does. Forced to bear the disrespect, she does. The steel is marred, frayed, and she spends some time repairing the barrier before returning home.
After the library, she spends the most time on her bed. She can hear the siren song of apathy, and despite knowing she should be more insulated against it, sometimes...
Sometimes she wants to sleep forever. Most of the time, that disturbs her the most. Right now? She longs for it. Unconsciousness drowns her.
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franollie · 15 days
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somewhere in my mind palace there is a stunning DC cinematic universe from the 80s-90s with a star-studded cast
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fauvester · 8 months
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iskra can dunk on her father for sleeping with his therapist all she likes. she MARRIED hers
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castielsparkle · 2 months
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me images btw :P....
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ventiswampwater · 20 days
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have acquired far too many of these fictional old men!!! goddamit!!!
entering my wip folder is like opening a door and finding I've stumbled into an office party in which all my loser middle-aged blorbos are milling about. veggie tray and cupcakes on some shitty ass folding table. all their heads swivel to look @ me in anxious anticipation. as they wait to see whose arm I'm gonna hang off of tonight (before making out w/said loser in a dusty broom closet).
and I simply just have to close the door and book it down the hall
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capricorndevil15 · 25 days
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My actual favorite fairytales are ones having to do with curses, getting turned into a beast, or accidentally/willingly/any-reason-ly marrying a beast or demon or monster. Prince Lindworm is one of my most favorite-est favorites. I had a pet corn snake at one point who I called Prince Lindworm (his real name was Slinky though). Other faves off the top of my head are East of The Sun, West of The Moon, The Demon in The Tree, and Featherflight.
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fastasyoucan1999 · 8 months
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sudoku.com kinda fire ngl 😂😂🔥
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namisweatheria · 2 months
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I'm really obsessed with Koala telling the world her story of being saved by Fisher Tiger and joining the Rev Army, with Uta's help, and Boa seeing it and having an absolute nuclear meltdown over it.
Boa (who is Not losing her mind from guilt and desire for things to be different) summons Koala to her island to basically do this screencap from IASIP at her:
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dirtbra1n · 5 months
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5, 14, and 42?
actually one of the two songs off this album in the top five. really justifying the neo culture title
was just listening to this one. Yeah
the closest of the three to being a mindpalacing song. hashtag music…..
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curlybirdyblog · 4 months
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Unearthed (with Love)
I thought about death as I fell asleep,
and my mind drifted to how
I would feel safe with my skull
cradled in her hands if she found me,
where i was interred.
I think the people that are revealed in the dirt by her will be lucky.
“to buried is to be loved” she said.
But also,
I believe to be found and valued after death
is to be loved.
To be treated with courtesy and caution and,
to hear your story unfolded by strangers when you no longer have lips to tell it,
that is to be loved as well
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