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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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The thing about bbc merlin is that the dynamic that's set up between merlin and arthur is so fucking good that I can't even. What can I possibly draw that's gonna encapsulate the feelings between them?
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sskk-manifesto · 1 month
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Atsushi's back in the game!!! ۶( ˆ o ˆ )
#And Kouyou!!!!#Also. I can say Steinbeck is kinda 👀👀👀#King of the specific category of “I forget I like him until he's on screen”#I'm seriously unlocking memories with this rewatch. Like I haven't thought about it in two years–#but I just know when I was watching the anime for the first time I was being like#“Of COURSE the villains need to spend several minutes each episode explaining in detail how their own superpowers work so that the–#protagonists can get a perfect idea of how to best counter them. Why are villains made so freaking stupid in this show” aljhvwslchvqliyqwb#But. Eh. I guess that's just bsd to you.#Alsoooooo random thought of the day: I don't really favour how Tanizaki's ability was adapted in the anime.#I very well understand they were going for this green Matrix-like illusion effect‚ but every time someone says “... Snow?”#I'm like please explain where do you live that has snow glowing green.#Aamsjgvfaskjhfv sorry this is me being very. Cranky and nitpicky and having terrible audience etiquette in refusing to–#engage in suspension of disbelief. It just bugs me akvakcvqkyb I just feel like... Green is such a non-snow color–#that quite of completely disrupts the Light Snow / Sasame Yuki aesthetic. I would have liked it much better light blue or simply white.#What else. The way the Guild just goes on at stereotypes still troubles me a lot. The “usamericans can't be touched by laws–#because they use money to corrupt anyone” “foreign criminal organization come in our country to corrupt our pure and untouched soil”#Idk. Maybe all of it is true. Can it still be deemed a stereotype when it's objectively something that's happened before–#and will probably keep happening?#I suppose I'm just not a fan of the constant hostility against any foreigner. Idk.#This situation besides is extremely ironical. If you meet me irl it probably won't take long to see me being very outspoken about–#how much I despise usa cultural colonization of all other countries. It's something that really bothers me‚ how rooted and pervasive–#their influence is. So in a lot of ways I can relate to the author's sentiment#I just feel that. If you start treating them as stereotypes and ignore the complexity of a country and the wide spectrum of causes–#that contribute to its attitude in international relations. You end up practicing precisely what you're trying to criticize.#Okay this is the last time I'm getting into the politics of the Guild arc lol#random rambles#This time I took watching the episode slow I feel a little late
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msguidedangelann · 2 months
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The Reason Why Many Cannot Find Peace!!
Charles Spurgeon was a GREAT CHRISTIAN PREACHER Charles Spurgeon was a GREAT CHRISTIAN PREACHER ( Revelation 1:8 KJV ) “I AM ALPHA and OMEGA, the BEIGNNING and the ENDING, Saith the LORD, which IS, and which Was, and which IS to COME, the Almighty.”!! COME LORD / MESSIAH JESUS-YESHUA!! ( Revelation 4:8 KJV ) “And the four beasts had each of them six wings about HIM; and they were full of eyes…
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imminent-danger-came · 7 months
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forever obsessed with the concept of MK having platonic hanahaki for Wukong
specifically with the disease being born from *perceived* unrequited love
like I generally dislike hanahaki but something about this gives me brain worms
Ngl hanahaki that could one: be involved with platonic love and two: be caused by the victims mere perception are both things that appeal greatly to me.
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erikazodycxo · 2 years
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lenglengflames · 11 months
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wip modern au wangxian fic: lyricist! lan wangji and singer! wei wuxian
both of them are attending the same specialised music uni, but do not know each other (yet) due to having different specialisations and it being only the start of the year; lwj plays the guqin (obv), but also is in composing. wwx plays the dizi though he mainly does singing (could be geared towards contemporary music or traditional chinese operas, or both, tho a wwx who has the vocal ability to sing beijing opera would be so good.)
anyway lwj loves writing lyrics. its basically modern poetry and its his way of processing things. he doesn't really sing them, because he's had a teacher in the past sigh in disappointment when he was training for his aural exams, and he's terrified of how his voice sounds. it doesn't help that he absolutely doesn't sound the same when his voice is recorded.
he just posts it online under the user 'jaderabbit', and even tho there's no vocal to accompany the lyrics, just a couple tunes to hint at the melody/ chorus, and people love it. he gets a huge following online.
so one day, when he frequents his usual cafe to get work done, he's a little miffed to find out there's a makeshift stage in the middle. the barista tells him some local band is performing a gig for a charity event, and lwj resigns himself to having to leave early.
he's finishing up his work and getting ready to leave when a young man shows up fashionably late in helping set up the instruments for the performance and deflects all the complaints from his band with a wide smile, evidently the singer from the way he'd walked in without any equipment whatsoever. for some reason definitely not because of that young man, lwj is compelled to stay for a bit. people trickle into the cafe, and a small audience grows.
an easy smile graces the features of that young man, and he cheerfully greets and thanks the audience before casually announcing the lineup for the evening.
lwj wonders why the song titles seem to familiar when the singer announces that all the songs are from the popular songwriter online, jaderabbit. the man sings it beautifully; its everything lwj's imagined his songs to be sung.
he goes home slightly shocked, because he never expected to hear someone singing his songs.
unfortunately or fortunately for him, he realises this man is one of the few who also specialises in traditional chinese instruments the next day when they're gathered for a combined class critique. after the lesson, the he comes up to lwj to compliment his playing, bc he rarely sees anyone play the guqin.
lwj almost combusts on the spot.
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poligraf · 4 months
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Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon. Indeed, it is a weapon unique in history, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it.
— Martin Luther King, Jr.
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viijaya · 11 months
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🦇 spooky 24 hour readathon!!! 🦇
Starting tonight at 11pm, I'm going to start a 24 hour readathon!
My (extremely unattainable and ambitious) Tbr
- Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo (I have less than 200 pages left of this)
- Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater (for my cringe 2009 supernatural-creature-loving heart)
- Ted Bundy Conversations with a Killer by Stephen G. Michaud and Hugh Aynesworth
And if I finish those, I will start 'Salem's Lot by Stephen King
Also, I will be listening to the audiobook for The Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton for my next Uni assignment, while I clean and cook etc.
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msguidedangelann · 4 months
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Happy New Year 2024 Everyone!!
Happy New Year 2023 in JESUS-YESHUA CHRIST-MESSIAH!! Happy New Year 2023 Everyone, Please Pray for our Judeo-Christian Nation USA and Israel-Yisrael and our Christian Earth JESUS-YESHUA CAME too SAVE EVERYONE!! ( Ruth 2:12 KJV ) “The LORD Recompense thy Work, and a full Reward be Given thee of the LORD GOD of Israel, under whose WINGS thou art come to TRUST.”!! TRUST in the LORD with all…
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Hi! So we always have this idea in mind, we leave it here and you write it. Your works are beautifully written, writing something requires a loooooot of things. But how about the idea comes from you now? For the mob bosses au, what's your idea on what will happen to them next? Maybe you could share it to us😉😊
"It's nice we could do this," Sersi smiled at the other two women at the table, raising her flute of champagne.
Makkari responded by raising hers and downing it in one gulp. I missed you girls, too! I feel like ever since spring it's just been hit after hit after hit.
Thena nodded, happily letting Makkari take the reins of the conversation as they waited for their lunch to be served. She had half expected a certain someone to make an appearance.
It was Makkari who insisted that she had been dying for some good Korean food since being stuck in Europe for so long taking care of this politician and that.
Thena had fought tooth and nail to have them consider somewhere else, but why go anywhere but Koreatown for Korean food? So she had called a restaurant she knew was good, paid to have the place booked privately just for them with as minimal a staff as possible.
She knew Gil would know she was there, but she told him she was having lunch with Sersi and Makkari. This was not a business lunch and he was not to drop in on them.
Anyway, the Lightning Thief concluded, waving her hand through the air and leaning back in her seat. She looked at Thena, I've heard you really went through it since the gala a few months ago.
I'm fine now, Thena answered concisely. Makkari would have found out all she needed to know through the proper channels (as well as anything she didn't need to know through Mister Omniscient himself).
"Poor thing was in my poison ward for nearly two months," Sersi said softly, moving her hands as gently as a butterfly through the air.
Makkari shared a grin with the Poison Princess, and with such a dutiful husband, never once leaving her side.
Thena took a deep sip of her own wine. She should have known, with these two. "He is not my husband."
Sersi's smile was just a little too gleeful, "he seems to think otherwise."
Thena tugged her lace tighter around her. As it was doing an awful lot lately, her mind drifted to the tattoo on his left hand. She knew what it meant to him, and she knew the position it put him in. It wouldn't be lost on his own work team and business partners. But Gilgamesh had leaned into his commitment to it completely.
Druig told me of a young heiress, Makkari ventured cautiously, essentially testing the waters to see just how fragile the topic was to their dear Ice Queen. Her mask was as perfect as always. Back in Korea after a rumoured broken engagement.
Poor dear, Thena offered in passing commentary. She never let herself think of the little heiress for long. It stirred up too many feelings in her.
And then all of a sudden the Tyrant King is parading himself around with this new tattoo? Makkari examined Thena more closely. Maybe she could fool even the best in the biz, but Makkari's eyes were better than anyone's--even Kingo's. She could see the faint squirm in their stoic friend over the subject. Proudly proclaims himself another woman's property.
Thena rolled her eyes at it. He thought it was so romantic--he thought he was so fucking charming. "Comes to my home one time and thinks he can tell the world he's mine."
"He what?!"
"Your meals, ladies."
The three were presented with their dishes, steaming hot and obviously prepared with the utmost attention and effort. Sersi and Makkari grinned as Thena's was set down in front of her, as well as a single white lily.
She sighed. "He's back there, isn't he?"
The server stood up frighteningly straight, "n-no, ma'am."
She looked them dead in the eye, "bring him to me."
"Yes, Ice Queen."
All three women looked towards the kitchen door. Although quiet at first, an increasingly loud argument could be heard in Korean before the Tyrant King himself finally emerged. He had his hands in his pockets, wearing significantly more casual clothes than usual. He smiled at them, "ladies."
"Tyrant," Thena greeted him formally--frostily. "I thought I told y-"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he shifted to look at Thena, leaning against the back of her seat. "I'm not here to interrupt. I just wanted...to see you?"
Sersi and Makkari looked at each other with charmed expressions.
"Try again."
"I wanted to test the food," he frowned, seeming more like the Tyrant King in that instance. He leaned up again, crossing those massive arms of his. "This place is great and all, but it's not a chance I'm willing to take, Princess."
Thena settled back in her seat again. She supposed she couldn't fault him for being wary of letting her eat out again without his presence. Last time she had she was poisoned and nearly killed. "Sersi is here."
"Still," he said more softly, gripping the back of her chair but letting his thumb just barely brush against the lace protecting her bare shoulder. "I'll go."
Thena looked up at him, at least meeting his eyes. He raised his brows at her but she shot him down with a smile; he knew the rules. He acquiesced, letting her see plain as day on his face how much he wanted to kiss her. "Tyrant King."
"Have fun, Sweetness."
Thena blushed, a flurry of butterflies coming alive within her chest.
Gil straightened up, tugging at his casual bomberjacket and waving to her companions, "forgive me for interrupting, ladies."
Sersi and Makkari waved their fingers at him, giggling between themselves at the antics of their friend's 'husband'. Sersi looked at Thena, who as trying to pretend she wasn't flustered over any of it. "So sweet--so devoted."
Every woman's dream, Makkari snickered.
Thena refused to dignify their teasing, picking up her spoon and tucking some hair behind her ear.
"Perhaps we should shop around a little after lunch. I'm sure your husband would be happy to escort us."
"Are we having lunch, or not?" Thena grumbled, although she knew very well that the next hour of their time together would be spent exactly like this.
You're right, Makkari nodded, although her companions knew better than to trust what seemed like her diffusing the situation. I want to know more about this going over to your home business.
Sersi latched on readily, whipping her head back to Thena, "I had no idea. Did you really let him into your flat?"
Thena sighed, collecting some jjamppong into a small, contained bite. She would need the strength for the conversation she was about to have.
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freunwol · 2 years
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the trend w dtr shopkeepers seems to be obfuscating or just flat out lying about how much they care abt someone (effectiveness of said lying up to interpretation)
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bugbugboy · 1 year
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Thorin... in addidas hoodie?
Thorin... WITH A PONYTAIL???
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ikkaku-of-heart · 1 year
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Light Keeper Verse Lore
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Derry Forest is both home and prison to the Nameless Fear-Eater. It could once roam the island and the world unhindered, but It was shackled there with the Creator Turtle’s last breath when the eldritch spider murdered Him.
Thus It roams the woods, leeching off the fear and devouring the flesh of those foolish enough to wander into it. In the old days people (mostly children) would be led to the forest as sacrifices, but that has dwindled since Innsmouth renounced the Old Ways and rebranded itself as Joras. So the Nameless Fear-Eater has grown hungrier and hungrier, barely sustaining Itself on outsiders stupid enough to ignore the locals’ warnings and the occasional drunken fool.
But one day, a new sacrifice was finally brought. A little girl, led into the woods by her oldest brother and abandoned to the giant spider in hopes of erasing the curse her birth had brought on the family. For two days It watched her, following her lost wanderings and savoring her potent fear. It weaved subtle webs to make her even more afraid, marinating her flesh in terror so Its meal would be a true feast when It finally devoured her.
Except Its sadistic game was in fact Its downfall, as the Light Keeper had heard of his granddaughter’s disappearance and had shaken himself free of the despair-induced drunken stupor he’d been in for the past year. He charged into the forest, and just as the Nameless Fear-Eater had chosen to at last dine on its terrified prey, impaled a silver axe directly into Its clownlike face. The blessed metal caused It excruciating agony and crippled It, leaving It blind and too weak to feed anymore. Its spider legs twitched as black ichor trickled onto the forest floor, unable to even scream in pain as Tomasu carried Ikkaku out of Derry Forest and to the safety of the lighthouse.
That axe is still buried deep within the Nameless Fear-Eater’s twisted face. Every year, on the anniversary of their fight, Tomasu visits the forest to ensure the axe is still there, and if not, to put a new one in its place. It cannot die, cannot feed, cannot escape. The Light Keeper ensures that. Not for the safety of the island, but because no Old One fucks with Buranku Tomasu’s granddaughter. It will suffer until the old smuggler dies, and even then, Tomasu has put contingencies in place to ensure Its punishment continues long after.
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