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angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main · 2 years

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Ficlet Prompt #8

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I hope you enjoy! I will also be uploading it on my AO3 account.

Prompt #8: “I wish this moment could last forever”

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona

Paring: Zeno x Kaya

Word Count: 867

Rated: T (description of violence)

The sunlight is warm and inviting with not a cloud in the sky. The breeze is blowing ever so gently as it caresses the swaying flowers. There are no trees in sight, just a lovely hill filled with fragrant spring blooms and soft sweet-smelling grass. Paradise. That is what this place is. A lovely paradise where all manners of dreams become reality. And yet, the simple flicker of hopes not yet realized are soon to be snuffed out.

“Zeno?” Kaya asked herself as she traversed the field and saw him lying on the ground. She quickly ran over to him. “Zeno? Is that you?”

Zeno slowly stirred from his unconscious state. “Kaya?” He asked as his eyes became cleared of fog.

“Yes, it’s me,” she replied happily with a smile as she plopped down on the ground next to him.

Zeno sat up from his lying position and crisscrossed his legs to sit with her. Neither knew what to say to the other. They rested there in silence as they watched the flowers move back and forth against the breeze.

“It’s been a while,” Kaya said as she broke the silence and picked at the ground.

“Zeno thinks so too,” he replied sadly as he also started picking at the ground. “It’s been many years.”

“What have you been up to?” Kaya asked out of curiosity.

Zeno smiled and looked up at Kaya, “Zeno finally saw King Hiryuu again!”

“That’s wonderful!” Kaya exclaimed as she matched his excitement and clapped her hands together.

“It’s not quite the same though,” Zeno admitted with slight sadness. “His spirit is there, but his face… It’s just not the same.”

“I see,” Kaya said with understanding. “What about your dragon brothers? Have you seen them too?”

“Yes!” Zeno answered with more excitement. “Of course, they’re not the same as Abi, Shuten, or Guen, but they definitely have their spirits.”

“Tell me about them!” Kaya asked with impatience. “Before we run out of time!”

“Okay, okay, Zeno will tell you,” he agreed with a laugh.

“King Hiryuu is now a strong little miss,” Zeno started to explain. “And she’s guarded by this really strong mister who swings around a giant spear! His punches hurt so bad!”

“No way!” Kaya responded with shock. “They sound amazing.”

“They are,” Zeno happily agreed. “And there’s another really smart young lad who’s always yelling at me! ‘Zeno do this’, ‘Zeno do that’, he says!”

“Well, you always did need someone to look after you,” Kaya pointed out with a small laugh.

“Hey!” Zeno exclaimed in defense. “Whose side are you on?”

“No one’s,” Kaya answered as she continued to laugh. “Just an observation.”

“Okay, so the white dragon,” Zeno began as he quickly changed the subject. “He is nothing like Guen, at all. Way too nice and very… clean? Zeno guesses that’s the best way to describe him. And the blue dragon is sort of like Abi, but not really. Very quiet and shy. So quiet in fact that he scares you! He even has a pet squirrel. Oh, and the green dragon is a perverted masochist who takes care of everyone. Very unusual and absolutely not like Shuten. Zeno likes them all though.”

“Wow!” Kaya exclaimed with bright eyes. “It sounds like you definitely have your hands full with this bunch.”

“Zeno does,” he replied sadly as his vision started to become fuzzy. Their time together was getting short. “Kaya…”

“I know,” Kaya said softly as she put her hand on his. “It’s almost time isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Zeno answered quietly. They both were silent. This was always the hardest part.

“I wish this moment could last forever,” Kaya admitted sadly as she stood up from the ground and looked towards the horizon. “It’s been so long since the last time.”

“I know,” Zeno answered as he also got up from the ground and stood next to Kaya. “Perhaps, with these new dragons and our new adventures, you may see me more often.”

“Perhaps,” Kaya reluctantly agreed as she grabbed his hand and entwined her fingers with his. “I’d much prefer that you stayed.”

“Me too,” Zeno concurred as he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “Keep waiting for me, my love.”

“Always,” Kaya answered with tears in her eyes. “Goodbye, Zeno…”

At her last words, the bright sun, the blue sky, the gentle breeze, and all of the flowers slowly faded into a black void. But as quickly as the little paradise faded to black, the bloody battlefield came back into focus. All that could be heard were the sounds of bones snapping and crackling back into place as Zeno’s severed head reattached to his body. The screams of terror from the soldiers was deafening.

“What… What are you?” One of the soldiers asked in immense fear at what he just witnessed.

“How… How are you able to move?” The other solider asked in equal terror. “How are you still alive?”

“After all of these years,” Zeno answered in a stoic voice and a look of determination. “I’ve finally been able to see them again. So, no matter how many times you cut me down… I will be their shield.”

*Author Note*

So, it’s my own personal head-cannon that when Zeno takes a lethal blow, he actually dies for like a split second and then comes back to life. This ficlet takes inspiration from chapter 100, where the group finds out that Zeno is immortal after his head gets cut off. I figured, during that moment where his head needed to find his body and re-attach, he was kind of in a way “dead”. And when those split moments happen, he sees Kaya in heaven and talks with her. Depending on how long it takes him to regenerate is how much time he has with her. It’s cute, it’s angsty, it make me cry, and I don’t care if it’s wrong.

#yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #akayona #fanfiction #fanfic #ficlet #prompt #writing prompt #ficlet prompt #zeno #kaya #zeno x kaya #fluff #romance #angst #violence #rated t #less than 1000 words #i wish this moment could last forever

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jenovahh · 5 years

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KYKM - 14 Months, 7 Days

The city of Eulmore is about what he expected, able to get a rough idea from a distance. He had heard a tale here, a rumor there, of it’s marble walls where those within may live out the rest of their days in paradise, free from the worries of their world dying around them.

Savagery could be found even across worlds.

It mattered little though, as he strolled through the town without a care, shoving weak citizens off of him, arriving at the gates with minimum effort. This Vauthry’s military was laughable at best; trained to only subdue the weaker people, without any real power to stop a being such as he.

“Ugh...I can feel it...a dark presence in my domain!” a man shouts over an intercom, making him pause outside the gates to the city. “It is different...not the villains who have tormented me so! But stop them! Stop all those who would sow chaos in my perfect paradise!” he cries.

Tutting, Zenos continues, barging past the guards at the gate with total ease. The two women waiting for him inside are as equally pitiful as the so called military, cutting them down without so much as a second glance.

This place is a lot taller than it looks like from the outside but it is of no matter. There is only one place a coward such as this Vauthry character would hide, and naturally be protected by his guard dog.

Reaching the top, a lavish square sprawls out before him, flower petals floating in crystal clear waters, their scent filling the room even with it’s open areas. While it seems it would be a place where there would plenty of people buzzing about, but is instead completely abandoned.

“You are not the Warrior of Darkness.”

Behind him there are footsteps, a masculine voice he is unfamiliar with. Turning, a silver haired man stands before him, scythe in hand. His armor looks as if it made from the skin of a dragon, red scales lining him from head to toe. He frowns as he’s distantly reminded of the dragoon back on the first.

“Warrior of Darkness?” he questions, tilting his head. “No. I am merely here to seek someone out. Might you be the one I am looking for?”

The man seems to study him, sizing him up. “You are no average man, to have made it here.” He acknowledges, still holding his scythe. “I doubt you are here to see Lord Vauthry.”

“Quite the opposite. I am here for his guard dog.” Zenos purrs, watching as man scowls even further. “Might you be Ran’jit, his general?”

Ran’jit wields his scythe with practiced hands, stepping closer toward him. “What business do you have here?” he growls, to which Zenos smiles.

“Excellent. Then my search is over.” drawing his sword he feels his power flow through him, the buzz of battle coursing through his veins. “I was made aware that a man by the name Ran’jit had been terrorizing the Warrior of Light. Though I suppose on this world you call them the Warrior of Darkness.” Wielding his blade at his side, he stares the older man down. “I have come to correct your grave error.”

Without warning Ran’jit darts forward, swinging his scythe. It takes minimal effort to bring his sword up to block the blow, barely exerting strength to resist the man before him. “Do me a favor will you?” Zenos drawls, knocking the man onto his back. “Try to make this entertaining.”

Ran’jit is quick to recover, looking slightly stunned. “Who...what are you?” he roars, charging for a bigger attack.

“You would not recognize me if I told you.” Zenos answers, not bothering to even dodge the lightning Ran’jit throws at him. He stands there as the smoke clears, taking in Ran’jit’s shocked expression. “All you must know is I do not let anyone interfere with my hunt.”

Ran’jit says nothing, throwing himself at him again, to which Zenos makes little effort to move. The man contained some form of power it was true, seeming to rely on cheap parlor tricks and overwhelming his opponents with sheer strength. Perhaps this was the first time in his life he had ever met his match.

Funny that it would also be the last.

“I can understand how you could give the Warrior some struggle, if you have a few tricks up your sleeve.” Zenos hums, taking delight in watching the general struggle to stay on his feet. “Though you might also have the benefit of their mercy; they always were a bit soft.”

“What is the Warrior of Darkness to you?” Ran’jit grunts out, chest heaving from exhaustion. “Who are they that you would hunt only me down?”

Zenos says nothing for several beats, thinking on his answer. You certainly were a lot of things to him. His enemy. His friend. His lover if he could find you. He had never felt so strongly about a person, about anyone other than himself. To cross an entire realm, to leave his home behind, to wander a world where no one knows where he is...you are the only person he would ever go to such length for.

“They are mine.”

Shoving his sword in the ground, the familiar power of Concentravity flows through him, sending Ran’jit into the closest wall. The impact is enough to leave a dent, the general slumping to the ground in a heap. “You could not have known this of course, being a creature of this world.” Zenos begins, slowly stepping toward him. “Which is why I came to inform you, so that it won’t happen again.”

“You mean to show me mercy?” Ran’jit asks, coughing up blood as he does.

“Mercy...” the word feels strange and foreign on his tongue, as if he had never said it before. “No, not mercy. Your death will simply guarantee your discontinued interference.” Giving him no time to answer Zenos plunges his sword through his chest, frowning at the resulting spray of blood. Yanking his sword out, he sheathes the blade with a smooth click. While he did not necessarily mind the blood of his enemies upon him, it did make it considerably more difficult to commune with townsfolk.

Stepping over to the decorative fountain at the bar, he kneels to slowly begin washing blood away. He idly wonders where the Lord that the general had spoken of was hiding; probably tucked away in some secret cave no doubt. He wasn’t here for him though, and with Ran’jit dead, he could return to his hunt. Hopefully this little excursion didn’t let you get too far...

“Zenos?”

Not too far at all.

#zenos yae galvus #zenos #FFXIV #ff14 #Final Fantasy XIV #fanfic #fanfiction #my writings #kykm

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guren-no-shishio · 4 years

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What do you think of this chapter ? What for the next ? So we are going for a war against the spade kingdom ? The captains sure will be here if that's the case, five people of the clover kingdom isn't enough. Asta seem to have new spells or tricks, i hope we can see what the others are capable of in the near future.

Hey hey hey!

229 - The Beginning of Hope and Despair

For this one I wasn’t exactly too impressed with or anything. I must admit that the fact Asta can now call his blades to him is quite amazing, definite Mjölnir vibes there lol. I definitely don’t like Spade Kingdom at all, they are very terrible towards those with lower magic levels - it makes Clover seem like paradise in comparison.

Definite war arc coming up - so yes, I do imagine the Captains will be involved.

I hope that whatever is left of Diamond Kingdom will pair up with Clover and Heart so they can reclaim their home. I wonder if anyone else will be dragged into this as well, there must be more places such as the Witches Forest that may getting dragged into the war whether they want it or not.

Now the one thing that got me the most was the end? Master Yuno? Who is this guy!? Tell us? Like soon please. Thank you.

230 - I’ll Crush You

I am not gonna lie when I say I wasn’t really interested in this chapter either. The only part that was really exciting for me was the end. The Anti Magic Devil just looming over them like that, talk about creepy.

But yes, Asta definitely has improved using his anti-magic. Shooting it out like that with slashes definitely gives me Licht vibes.

Still hating on Spade Kingdom. I hope they are defeated and their system gets a refresh big time.

Another Poison Magic user was a bit frightening though, luckily for Asta he has that Demon Destroyer to save him from those dangers. Glad Gordon’s family are on the good side for everyone elses sake though, lmao.

231 - The Dark Triad

This chapter gave us what we were waiting for. Noelle, Finral and Mimosa were definitely welcome. Now the surprise was also seeing Leopold and Luck!

I’m curious, is it just these guys who trained in Heart or did the Magic Knight robes just get revamped or something?

Noelle has improved, what she did would have definitely been impossible not too long ago for her. Amazing and I hope to see more of her improvements as this arc goes on. You’re doing great! More honest? Hm, she could be 🤔

Finral engaged to Finesse? Guess he beat Langris in their little competition over the last 6 months, lmao.

I am not quite sure how I feel about Leopold’s new look. I love how he ditched the Mereoleona boots and went to Fuegoleon’s still though. I wonder why the fluff on his robe? But sadly his hair kinda bothers me... I guess I may get used to it soon. He looks taller though? Or is it just me? I am not quite sure if Asta was meaning growth as in magic or growth as in height, but who knows lol.

Vanica. Zeno. Dante.

The Dark Triad are definitely an interesting trio to me. I gotta say Dante has kind of caught my eye and I may regret the interest later. Vanica is a character I really want to see more of, I haven’t really been disappointed in many BC female characters, so I hope she doesn’t add to that short list in the future.

I definitely look forward to the next chapter, with how the recent one ended I am not quite sure what we’ll get. Back to Heart? What characters will we see? I am not expecting too much, but I guess we’ll have to just wait and see ~

#Black Clover #anon #bc spoiler

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final-fantasy-mama · 5 years

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Rimfire Bubble bath (ch.5)

OKKKKKKKkkkkkayyyyy so, Emet and Wol get into some risky bathtub business. No smut in this chapter but the next one will have explicit content. I am writing it in a separate chapter so those who dont want to read it can skip over it but still get some teasing from Emet in this chapter.

Normally I would insert a Amarout chapter here BUT i only have one more planned so ill save it for a bit later on down the story line. Enjoy!

FFXIV EMET SELCH X MCH WOL

“The tragedy that had befallen you is of your own making. Devine retribution for your defiance. The heavens have bequeathed to you a benevolent savior, me! I offer you freedom from pain and suffering, a paradise where man and sin eater might live in peace and harmony..” ~ Vauthry

The hero growled through clenched teeth with a rage that was uncharacteristic of her usual cool exterior. Right now, she just couldn’t hold it back. Her itching trigger finger reached for her musketoon with a arm that dripped with fresh blood from a shoulder wound gone undressed. Bullets flew from her gun at the dirigibles that flew overhead with Vauthrys guttural and all too arrogant voice coming over loudspeakers to castigate all the poor folk below who had managed to survive his sin eaters onslaught. She knew the bullets would not be of any avail but she prayed that one would find Vauthry’s heart and put an end to that bastard’s life. She kept firing until her bullets ran out and her arm throbbed with too much pain to keep the musket raised.

Around her, the moans and cries of injured Crystarium soldiers echoed in the night as they mourned for fallen friends and comrades. The attack was unwarranted, took them completely off guard and was meant to destabilize and demoralize them. It worked. Even Lyna, the Viera knight, was about to break into tears though she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt not to. It was going to be a long night of pain and tears for all them who had survived the evening’s bloodbath.

Someone’s hand reached for her Musketoon as another one gently wrapped around her waist, easing the rage out of her. Emet Selch had appeared at her side, gently taking her gun from her burning hands and whispering soft words into her ear. “You’re injured, inamorata. Relax….it is over.” Only with those words did she realize how much her lungs burned as she hyperventilated, her muscles locked up from adrenaline and sweat dripped from her brow. Like a tight coil she slowly unwound and Emet caught her in his arms, cradling her in his chest as he helped her to sit on the ground.

Her companions ran to and fro helping the injured, pausing slightly to stare at the Ascian and the hero together in a odd moment of intimacy, but having to put it out of their minds as injured soldiers took priority. “There is not much more you can do here tonight.” Emet pointed out.

“I can’t leave until everyone has been removed from the battlefield.” She said in a tired breathy voice.

“I would not expect you to.” Emet said. “But you are no worse for wear at the moment, so I will ever be watching you from the shadows. Whistle for me should you need me.” And with that he disappeared in a cloud of black aether.

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By the time the entire entourage returned to the Crystarium and the chirurgeons had their way with the hero, she had not the strength to even stand on her own. And so it was out of pity, sort of, that Emet Selch carried the exhausted Machinist back to her room in the pendants. She was scarcely conscious when the door to her room opened and he stepped inside with her in his arms, face buried in the side of his coat. Her bandaged shoulder was left oncovered with her white poet shirt draped around the rest of her for modesty’s sake. He set her down gently on the bed, stretching her out so she was straight on her back as he plucked off her antiquated boots and tried to make her more comfortable. She groaned from both pain and sheer fatigue.

“Hero, you need to bathe.” Emet said.

“Are you saying I smell bad?” She yawned.

“To put it gently, you smell like something that may have come out of Vauthry’s gullet.”

“Fuck you.”

There was a small pause.

“You’d find me a willing participant if that was what you desired.” He said in his charming seductive voice.

“Too tired to bother…”She groaned.

“Then allow me the pleasure of seeing you to a hot bath at the very least.” He snapped his fingers and a long claw footed tub appeared in the room along with a fluffy white robe hanging on a coat rack. She made some mangled noise in protest as he looked down at her. She was holding her arms out to him the way a pouty child might to a parent. It was unexpectedly adorable.

“I’m giving you permission to bathe me, nothing more. So no funny business.” She warned.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Yeah you would.”

“Only a little.” He admitted as he helped her stand up and walked her to the tub. She cleared her throat and motioned for him to turn around which he obliged, though not without a roll of his eyes and a loud sigh. Quickly stripping from her clothes and tossing them in a pile to the floor, she climbed into the water and drew her knees up to chest. Her shoulder stung but she managed to not gasp as the hot water caressed it.

“You can turn around now.” She said and he did just so, having a good look at her before taking off his heavy jacket and tossing it on the bed. Rolling up his sleeves, he knelt behind her and brushed her hair to one side, the tips of his fingers grazing her neck as she gasped.

“What are you…?”

“Hush!” he said sternly as he once again snapped his fingers and a bar of soap appeared in one hand, a small handled bucket in the other. He doused her with water as she cried out at the hot sudden sensation and then worked the soap into a lather in her hair. Working his fingers through her scalp thoroughly. She thanked the gods he was not facing her while he administered his ministrations, because she was dead sure her facial expression was nothing short of scandalous. She had never had anyone bathe her, so the sensation of being this pampered was wholly unknown and frankly it made the pit of her stomach tingle.

With her hair now rinsed and clean, Emet’s hands worked their way to her trapezius muscles and he gently pressed into them with his thumbs. She gasped in a way that was a tad embarrassing as her back arched involuntarily, head threw back and knees dropped below the water. Oh twelve have mercy she just exposed her whole front side the Ascian looking over her shoulders. Indeed, he saw the entire kit and kaboodle and his face told her he wasn’t displeased with what he saw. Her cheeks flushed and she quickly scrunched herself back up into ball and buried her face in her knees.

“You are so sensitive, my dear.” He teased.

“Shut up. I’ve never had a massage before.” She grunted.

“Never ever?”

“Who’s got time for that?”

“My my. This is a bit of a problem, if I can’t even touch you without you making such noises and faces.” He coo’d.

“Knock it off, Emet Selch. I’m embarrassed enough as it is.”

“Let’s try something else then. As much as I would love to see more of your erotic expressions….” He moved positions to the side of the tub and took her hand in his. Then he began to rub the flesh around her palm and wrist, the areas where she held her gun and always chaffed or had callouses. She turned her face to side so she could watch him, the position less intimate so she felt more comfortable. Letting out a long sigh, she relaxed and let him massage up the length of her arm .

If she were any other women, she supposed she could take the Ascian to bed, indulge in her self desires, revel in passions of a one night stand. But she was never that type of person. In a sense it was frustrating how others could go through life consumed by their own desires and she could not. She was the warrior of light after all, someone was always going to need her to be at her best so she couldn’t take risks the way others could. She also had her little girl to think about. Come to think on it, Emet also had children in one point in time and she wondered if he had even enjoyed it or cared for his family. He outlived them all with the exception of Varis and Zenos, but it was obvious upon meeting them both that there was no love lost for their Great Grand Sire.

“You keep sighing.” Emet pointed out. “That usually means you have a question to ask or something pressing on your mind.”

“Its nothing.” She said sadly.

“Obviously not if you keep making faces like that.”

“I make a lot of strange faces, as you’ve already noticed.” She chuckled.

“You also keep many things to yourself.”

“No more so than you.”

“As an Ascian I am entitled to many secrets.”

“As a woman, I’m entitled to mine.”

“You’re not as tired as I thought if you can talk back like that.” He rolled his eyes and stood up quickly, however the lady refused to relinquish his hand and yanked him back sharply without thinking. His feet slipped out from under him on the wet floor and he came crashing down into the water on top of the hero. When he surfaced he had the warrior precariously pinned beneath him and hands on either side of her head gripping the tubs rim.

“Oh Hero.” He practically moaned as he gazed down at her. “You need only ask if you wished me to join you.”

She panicked and slapped her hands over his eyes so he couldn’t see anything. “You’ve got the wrong idea!”

“You were trying to drown me then?” He asked with hands still over his eyes.

“It was reflex! I wasn’t thinking!”

He pushed against her hands and swooped down till his face hovered over her collar bone. “So then you secretly want me oh so much you’re limbs act without reason?” His breath tickled her and she squirmed against the tub, pushing herself back against the porcelain as far as she could. His body weight on her legs kept her from being able to escape any further or jump out of the tub.

“I give you an inch and you take a bloody mile!” She complained and kept her hands firmly planted on his face and tried to push him back. Its was futile either way, he could easily overpower her if he wanted. Smarmy Ascian that he was though, he wasn’t going to let her go without a thorough teasing. “Wasn’t our agreement that you wouldn’t coerce or force me to do anything?”

“I am a man of my word. So far you have not said no or stop or tried to put a gun to my head or bullet through me.” He pointed out and pushed again to reach the hero’s neck where he planted a small kiss.

She saw stars for a moment and tried to get her wits about her. Just say NO, just say NO , Just say NO, she chanted in her mind but with each kiss he planted up her neck she felt her mind going more and more blank. If she didn’t figure out a way or excuse to get out of this, she would make love to him then and there and that would cause more problems than solve.

“I don’t see why you resist it so.” He breathed against her neck between kisses. “There is nothing wrong with indulging yourself once in a while. You deserve to have your needs met as much as any other creature.” He nipped at her jawline and she made a small noise. “What I am offering you is oh so simple. Pleasure. No hidden motives, no scheming, no lies, just simple pleasure for two weary souls long since denied any respite in this cruel and blasphemous world.”

The twelve be damned! He knew all the right words and just where to whisper them! And so reluctantly, against her better judgement she dropped her hands from his eyes. His yellow half lidded gaze was the end of her. She did want him the way any woman would want a man. She wanted to experience him and everything that he was despite him being an Ascian. Gods, it had been ages since she wanted anyone, felt anything for any man, and of all beings for her to lust after it had to be Emet Selch.

“The fates are undeniably cruel….”She conceded, something sad filling her eyes as she looked down for a moment but he caught her chin in his fingers and forced her to look up at him again.

“For tonight, it need not be. Lie with me.” He whispered.

She closed her eyes and felt herself slipping away, carried off by the currents of lust and longing. She took in a shaky breath and replied. “Yes….”

#shadowbringers fanfic #final fantasy xiv #fanfiction #emet selch x wol #im a dirty minded bitch #i love trashmen

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marjiandco · 5 years

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Prompt #1 - Voracious

Word Count: 1124

Long before the Warrior of Light stepped foot in the first, Raiku was discovering the keening madness of Eulmore and it's leader Vauthry.

Three years ago he himself was called by the Crystal Exarch, and he was shocked at the people's pallid response to a light soaked world. All of them; those with power and those without, had come to accept their short lives that bled into oblivion. So he set out on his own quest to help the people while he waited for the rest of the scions and his dear friend Marji. Long he toiled in the light, his hair growing unkept, his muscles lean, his 'dwarfish' facial hair itching at his throat. A new crease etched into his forehead, and when his thoughts turn dark he was beginning to wonder if he became as gloomy as Marji.

He very much doubted it, but the thought pushed him on to stop his melancholy, and do something worth his visage. So, before Y'shtola and Urianger made their appearance in the first, it was Raiku and Thancred holding the line against sin eaters. Thancred was in need of retrieving a girl similar to Minfillia, and Raiku? He decided his simple task was to learn more about the mindset of the people in the first. After a year of running around doing things his way, he learns the hard truth that killing sin eaters does nothing except put his life in incredible danger. So he turns his gaze back at the people themselves.

Eulmore, somehow shining more brightly than the yellow night sky, was his first target. He asked Thancred for help getting in, and upon learning that craftmanship was the ticket in, he started to show off his carpentry skills in the little Gatetown beneath the city. Yet for all his work, the two unnerving jesters would not pick him. So he asked around. He bribes with foraged food and hunt marks he could find, the meat tough but at least something different from the strange white food from the city.

Thancred, funnily enough gave him the idea to become a dancer. So instead of chiseling away, he worked on a routine and managed to show off something worthwhile enough to get in. Even as an indentured servant, it was thankfully at the club within. He could overhear, and listen, and speak with the people of Eulmore. He became ravenous, obsessed with understanding the mind of Vauthry and how these people could look at death and decide to have a life long party. His prying questions ended up in the wrong ears, and he found himself in front of the man he was hunting.

On his knees, hands bound behind his back as a Eulmoran guard yanks his head back by his orange hair. He clutched the bracer of the man holding him up, a soundless snarl he buried deep in his chest. He can not lose his cool, not when he's this close Sin Eaters. His head was yanked back so his mark could better see him. Though the hunter had become the hunted, Raiku knew he had faced worse odds than this. Thordan, Nidhogg, Zenos, all much stronger, but with whatever mysterious power Vauthry had over his city-state, he remained cautious. His heart beat hard against his chest, jumping into his throat involuntarily as one of the sin eaters happened to look his way. He never liked void demons, but these creatures aren't any better.

“A dwarf of all things comes to my city, claiming to be a dancer. Were he not fed, housed, and clothed in paradise?”

The words rang true for the crowd gathering, staring at the thin satin blue outfit craddled on Raiku. The jewels dangling from his midriff and a golden tiara fallen from his head from the rough treatment. He had gained some weight eating the usual Eulmoran fair, and he did not desire a sleeping place. He was a natural oddity, one of the few 'dwarf's' without a helmet that people came to gawk and stare at. Still, he had his privacy as much as one could ask for.

“And still.” Vauthry's booming voice cut through Raiku's racing thoughts. “You ask for more? What a gluttonous little piglet you are dwarf!”

Vauthry nods and Raiku feels himself be lifted and tossed forward. He let out a yelp as he lands hard on his shoulder before scrambling to his knees.

“'Tis fitting for a pig in search of a meal to become one himself. As punishment for your sin, you shall sustain my Sin Eaters.”

Raiku flicks his eyes at the white monsters. “Wait my lord! I-I only wished to know more of the paradise that is your city.” Raiku hopes he's laying it on thick enough to placate Vauthry. “My humble upbringing did not serve you and yours justice. My uh, home amongst the dwarves is dirt compared to this.”

Vauthry spits out a laugh “If I told every sinner who walks through our gates how our city came to be I would have time to do naught else. You are not worthy to know our details. Now hurry and give flesh for the city you so wonder about.”

Raiku slowly lifts himself to his feet, making a small circle around to see if there was any escape, and surprisingly he spots familiar silver hair peek behind Vauthry. Somewhere on his balcony Thancred stood waiting, and Raiku marveled at how quickly news travels if it reaches his friends ears. Raiku looks Vauthry full in the face. If simpering doesn't shut the bastard up, this will.

“Vauthry I've seen your city of decadence and only ask: how could a shite-brained, sweaty meat sack of a child manage to even keep these people alive? Truly you have the mindset of a toddler who only knows how to throw a tantrum, yet these people follow you? This city would have burned to the ground over your incompetence long ago. So please, tell this voraciously hungry piglet the secret of how a jester came to power.”

There was no sound for what seems like bells before being broken by the spluttering, blubblering sound of Vauthry's indignation. Raiku did not stick around long enough to hear, but the screeching dug into his brain as Raiku rushed forward. The Sin Eaters surrounding him lazily move towards the lalafell as he barrels past and heads straight for the balcony.

As he passes the doorway Thancred grabs him by the seat of his pants and yanks him back.

“Sorry would have done your shirt sleeve if I didn't think it'd rip.”

Raiku flashes a grin “Glad to see you saving me for once.”

Thancred grumbled but the pair disappeared from Eulmore and it's guards.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

#ffxivwrite2019 #ffxivwrite #raiku #shadowbringers spoilers #5.0 spoilers #location wise not story wise #but yay!#first prompt is done

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placesyoucallhome · 5 years

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Lots of people are pretty sure Haurchefant is coming back on the First Shard, and look, I absolutely completely 100% want husbando #1 back, I do. However, there are plenty other npcs, alive or dead, that would be amazing to explore in a world completely unlike Eorzea.

How about, maybe, Ysayle, never caught in the snow by dragons?

The woman laughed, bright and clear, “Lady Iceheart? Is that what you called me? Goodness child do you see any ice here? Where would you get a title like that?” She shook her silvery braided hair over her shoulder as she stood, picking up her basket of greens from the carefully cultivated garden plots under the glass roof of the Crystarium.

Despite the confusion and unsureness on the Warrior’s face, the Elf’s easy grin didn’t falter, not until she glanced into the warrior’s eyes, and with a gasp she staggered. The pain and pressure etched deep into her features as it seemed the echo rolled through her even here, “Who-” she gasped, and twelve forfend they hoped she dare not say too much as they were so hoping to slide under peoples noses here, “What are you?”

Or a Zenos not born and bred to massacre?

“He’s really the best fighter we got, the Captain!” the young Hume chattered, dragging the Warrior along by the wrist as if they were a skittish child, and really, they did not have time for this.

“He’s not got any aether abilities but he still runs circles around everyone!” They swore this girl had stars in her eyes talking about this Captain, why were they meeting him again? Oh yes, Ysayle said he controlled the gates, right, best they did get this over with then. “Ah, ah! Here he is! His sword’s nearly as big as me oh!” She giggled nervously and as the Warrior turned the corner, quite suddenly, they felt their stomach drop and blood boil. No, how? Did Garlemald even exist here?

The blonde turned from the wartable laid out to him, to the clatter of the Warrior’s weapon being drawn, eyebrow raised as he looked over the newcoming pair with a critical, and slightly confused eye.

Twelve, he looked almost... normal. Gold hair was chopped short and slicked back out of his eyes, plate armor near plain, his sheer height was all he needed here it seemed. Well, that, and the large gunblade strapped to his back.

“Can I... help the two of you?”

Or Estinien, life likewise not ruled under the threat of claws and scales?

The Warrior wasn’t going to be able to get used to this. A glance to Thancred told them, at least they weren’t the only one. This younger Minfilia from the First of course seemed unperturbed.

“But I thought you took care of that monster last month? Wasn’t that that big big fight?” Minfilia needled, turning to Thancred to with and excitable grin. “There were a bunch of explosions! Pow! Boom! Lights and yelling and-”

“Focus Minfilia.” The gunbreaker sighed. The Warrior hadn’t expected Thancred to take on the mantle of ‘dad’ so easily. It was a bit cute.

Captain Zenos sighed, “Yes, well. We had been able to turn back most of the tide, but he... no. There’s no rest for him yet.” He looked almost... forlorn. Zenos shook his head and picked up a spiny looking figure from the map spread across the table, turning it over in his hands. “No, he was our best lancer, even though he fell to the sineater’s appetite, he’s not any less skilled now than he was then. My brother in arms, it should still be my duty to kill what’s become of Estinien.”

Or hey, technically, Dalamud never fell on this shard, now did it?

“This is ridiculous, what scholar would risk life and limb for the mumblings of a primal? Especially with the state things are in here.” Alisaie huffed, voice and steps echoing across the crystalline caves like tinkling bells.

“Well quite frankly, we apparently don’t know the first thing about primals, considering. Who knows what could be deduced from ancient scriptures of summons?” Alphinaud shot back, turning the scribbled map the Captain had given him with a tired grimace. They’d been bickering over the same points the entire way, even the Warrior was tiring of this.

“Not knowing what they are is all the more reason to not trust it!” She insisted.

“Trust is not quite necessary to learn something. Is it?” A pleased hum came from around a bend, and the Warrior trotted up happily to the cloaked figure, sorting through tattered rolls of vellum on an long abandoned altar. After all, that meant the quest was done, on to the next, likely, bringing this old man back to the Crystarium. It’s not until the Warrior turns that they realize the twins hadn’t followed completely. They seemed stuck, almost horrified, at the mouth of the chamber, Alphinaud falling to his knees, blinking and shaking his head as if he couldn’t understand what was happening, only Alisaie seemed to manage to push out a single word with a sob-

“Grandfather?”

Or how about another soul taken from us far too soon?

The twins were out of commission, and hells, when the Warrior figured out why, they understood. Well, they hadn’t actually thought they’d meet Louisoix, all things considered, but the First Shard had been a mixed bag of strange occurrences. The scholar had pointed them to a band of researchers looking for hints on elder primals, it seemed prudent to bring Urianger along on this one, in that case.

“In truth, what doth thou make of this blighted plane? Fair time hast passed since your arrival to us, stubborn as your struggle to remain to the source was.”

The Warrior grumbled and glanced at the Elezen, er, Elf? See, this too, gods they were just tired. Too many whiplash twists and turns, little details to try and keep track of.

“Ho there travelers!” A bright, strong voice carried over the rocks and sun bleached logs. “What brings two strapping adventurers all the way out here?” The Galdjent woman laughed loud and clear, pickaxe slung over her shoulder and silver-blue hair tied up in a bun out of her way.

Oh not again, the Warrior couldn’t bear to think, but they looked over at the heartbroken Astrologian beside them and they knew all the scions were bound to find this hurt here, at some point, weren’t they?

But Urianger, ever stoic and collected, only seemed to swallow and mumble to himself. “Oh my Moen, my beating heart, rendered and repaired. How cruel this fate...”

So SO MANY awful options! It’s an au angst paradise, I tell you. Please for the love of the primals, give it all to me! Sadu? Magnai? Hien? Tsukiyomi?! Lucia! Livia!! Ilberd!!! PAPALYMO! I need, ALL the shard au ideas, gimme gimme.

#ff14 #ffxiv #Final Fantasy 14 #Shadowbringers #first shard #probably super ooc #but whatever idc

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castorre · 5 years

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Coronation

“Your Radiance.” “Eclair.” Varis inclined his head, platinum hair draping lazily over his ears and falling to his cheeks. “Have you come to see me crowned? The embarrassment and spectacle that it is.” “A wonderful spectacle for a man who rightly should be crowned.” The blue woman smiled, her teeth white as pearls but ever so slightly too sharp for the mouth of a fair woman. He would send her to have them filed later. “Your long fight with your family is finally ended. Lord Regula is beside himself with pride. Her Radiance is beaming as I’ve never seen her and for a woman made of light, that is no small task.”

“And, you, my dear? You are just as you always have been: my loyal Eclair. I assume you know that this time is heralded as one in which the subjects might ask their new Emperor for anything. Tis the tradition - at least of my grandfather. My uncle had no time to even sit the crown upon his scalp before Regula’s bastard sword sent it brained and bloody to the ground.”

Eclair’s lips tweaked in an uneasy grin. “You can be so poetic when you try. Had I not need to think of brain and blood on such a day, however, Your Radiance. But yes, I am aware of this tradition. Before the crown is sat upon your head, I might ask one boon of you given the chance. And you allowed me the visit so I assume you will allow me to ask this gift of you.”

He stared at her, unanswering, but he spoke so rarely that she read his golden gimlet eyes with a fluency that was oft reserved for scholars of the word. She approached, raven dark hair pulled into thick curls at the back of her head. Small swirled tufts fell in front of her equally small and pointed ears. He would not deny that she was a beautiful woman grown, but he could barely put the image of her at five-and-ten, barefoot and chasing shoats through the sow houses. It brought a small, rare smile to him. It did not go unnoticed.

“Are you thinking of something foolish I’ve done in the past again?” She stood right in front of him. Some women may do that to show their want. But not her, no. She was ever curt, respectful and did not touch him unless bidden to.

“I was. When you caught that spotted shoat and brought it to Claudia after she spoke of wanting a pot-bellied pig for a pet.” Varis barely contained laughter, a rare thing from him as well.

“That was the only time I ever saw you lose your mind to humor.” Her gentle eyes peered at him, barely any taller standing than he was seated. Not to say she was small, at nearly 6-fulms-6-ilms. He was a large man at nearly 8-fulms and dwarfed even the tallest of men and some magitek as well. “Would that I had known there was a difference between sows and shoats at that age.”

“Claudia would have kept it if not for the fact that it would grow into a raging beast.”

“It was cute. I still remember it. Small, covered in tiny little fur and wiggly. I do believe it took a half-dozen of your personal guard to catch it once it set loose in her quarters.”

“And then escaped into the rose garden. Grandfather was not at all pleased that his roses were trampled so thoroughly.”

“His anger was the only reason I wasn’t punished, I bet.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have punished you for such a thing in any case - you simply wanted to please Claudia. And it pleased me when I saw the old bastard’s maw half open with rage.”

“That is good to know. Perhaps I ought to bring more pets home.” Her look was innocent but her jest anything but. “I would love to have a goose, or a wild cat, perhaps even a dragon!”

“Is that the boon you want? A parakeet or puss or a lizard? Do you not have enough snakes, geckos, and cats to last you a lifetime?” He placed his hands around her hips and brought her to sit on his lap. For once, he was looking up, ever so slightly, at someone. His breath grazed her lips, his nose pressed lightly against hers.

“I would not waste such a gift on things I could easily buy myself.” Slender fingers wrapped around the back of his neck.

“What would you like then? A wardrobe of designer gowns, purses, boots? A manor in some faraway paradise? A guard to escort you?”

She frowned. “Again, I do not need things I could buy myself. Well, perhaps not the manor, at least not easily. But it is not things I want, Varis. I simply want you to swear to me that you will be safe. That you shall not fall to your family or anyone else who may want that crown.”

“Ah, Eclair. You need not worry...” he led her hand to his groin, and had her clench her fist. A blush reddened her cheeks until she realized he had shoved the barrel of his long pistol into her hand. “I would not dare sully my name by dying just as soon as I was crowned. My uncle did that for me.”

She lifted the gun and looked at, before sighing. “A fine weapon, I think. I have no good knowledge of guns or any such thing. Will that truly be all you need. Perhaps Lord Regula should serve as your personal guard?”

“That would be a slap in the face for a Legatus, Eclair. A Legatus is meant to fight, not sit beside the throne day in and out, waiting for an attack that may never come. Do not worry about my safety. I have more eyes and ears in this world than you could possibly dream of.”

“And weapons?”

“And weapons.” He lifted the duskwight to her feet and retrieved his firearm. “Go, I must ready myself. And you should go put on your finer things.”

“Yes, Your Radiance.” She gave him a smile and a bow before leaving him. The door closed with barely a sound. After a moment, he slouched in his chair, his legs spreading in comfort. He crossed his fingers in his lap and thought about how this was his life - his role in things. It had been no easy role to play, nothing was easy for a man to be Emperor. Where his grandfather had lost a son, Varis had lost a wife. And then a second during childbirth. Both the woman and the child. They had steeled him, locked his heart beneath a fount as frozen as the winter. He had children with no mothers and a wife with no children. Though she loves them as her own, even Zenos, he could give neither party what they wanted or needed. Bastards plenty he had sired, but true born children - heirs? A child for the wife he himself had chosen? Nay.

Varis could have all the victories of war he wanted. He could command the entire Garlean host to march upon the world with little to stop him but he could not provide for Claudia or his young children more than material. He could still hear Solus laughing at him from his deathbed. “Do not continue to disappoint me, Varis. I will know.” Varis had suffocated the old man with a pillow, his rage was so great. But no one would suggest that. The Emperor was exceedingly ill, in pain - he simply helped the old bastard cross over.

“Your Radiance - “ A servant saluted him and spoke again when Varis acknowledged them. “It is almost time. Shall I assist you?”

“No. I will be out in a moment.” Varis watched the servant bow and leave before he rose from the chair. This would be the last day he slept in his High Legatus’ chambers. He would have to appoint a new one. And then, he would have to tear everything from his Grandfather’s quarters - till nothing of the old fuck was left save the skeleton.

#ffxiv #writing #Varis zos Galvus #Oc #Eclair #this is a thing

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I had been looking forward to reading (but I have to admit a little intimidated) by Cloud Cuckoo Land, Anthony Doerr’s new novel. Not only does it follow multiple characters but it follows these characters across different timelines and at different points in their lives. It’s a lot to get your head round, but I promise once you are there, the benefits outweighs the effort you might put in. ⁣ ⁣ It was especially helpful for me to buddy read this novel with bestie @emmasbookishcorner and I really took advantage of our chats to think deeply and discuss what we had just read. ⁣ ⁣ As you might expect from a Doerr novel if you’ve read any of his work before, the characterisation is superb. We have thirteen year old orphan Anna who is on one side of the walls of Constantinople and manages to retrieve an Ancient Greek text telling the story of Aethon, who wants to be turned into a bird so he can fly into paradise, a utopia in the sky. ⁣ ⁣ On the other side of the wall, there is a village boy called Omeir who has been conscripted into the army about to lay siege to the city. Five hundred years later in Idaho, Zeno who learned Greek as a prisoner of war, is teaching the Aethon script to a class of children who are performing it in the local library. Meanwhile, a bomb has been set in that library by a young outsider called Seymour. ⁣ ⁣ Finally, in the future on a ship called Argos, Konstance is studying the story of Aethon alone in a vault. She has never been to our planet physically but she has walked its streets in a very different way.⁣ ⁣ As you can see, there is a LOT going on here and it’s very difficult to summarise it in any other way. All threads of the story were utterly fascinating and there was never a point where I found a weaker link in the chain. This novel is unexpected, thought-provoking, timeless and well worth every moment I spent amongst its pages. It’s the sort of book that I feel would be even more rewarding as a re-read as I would understand and appreciate it even more. Gorgeous, glorious and a true masterpiece.⁣ ⁣ Five stunning stars 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟 ⁣ https://www.instagram.com/p/CZuoifMLJdi/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Dive Bomb 2

#Zeno's Little Paradise #The Misadventures of Fluffy the Sheep and Zeno the Pigeon #comic #webcomic #zlp #FZ #S01E25 #Dive Bomb 2 #2021-03-12

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thej13579 · 6 years

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They were Disgusting

A brief tale about a god and his new monstrous body.

Also on AO3, Deviantart and Fanfiction.net

I am Zamasu. I am the wisdom, the law and the power of the multiverse.

I was on the verge of creating a paradise for the gods. It would’ve been glorious. A multiverse that would’ve forever be pure, free from the taint of mortal hands. But, they had to interfere: Son Goku, Trunks, Zeno. They were all responsible for my failure at the height of my power. I was just about to create a brand new chapter of the multiverse. The name of the one to author that chapter is me, Zamasu. My mind and soul ascended to new heights, far beyond the limits my body had, far beyond the multiverse itself. I would’ve become the ultimate god. But it was not meant to be.. By the time I realize what happened it was too late. Zeno erased the entire multiverse. But his actions were in vain, I lived on. Apparently the power of the Super Dragon Balls can surpass even Zeno. But, I was now a God with no body, no universe, no multiverse, nothing. I let out a grinding scream that echoed throughout the realms. I do not know how long it lasted and I didn’t care. No word can describe the very rage that engulfed my very soul. It took me a long time and all the power I had, but I needed it. They need to be punished for their sins. The mortals who corrupted and destroy such peaceful worlds and the gods who allowed it to happen. They destroyed everything and they must suffer the same fate. I created a new body for myself to inhabit. In my current state, I was only able to create a body that was far from beautiful in my eyes. It was an ugly thing, vaguely resembling a reptile. It had scales, multiple eyes and a disgustingly long tongue. The humanoid face only served to heighten its ugliness. It had no trace of my beauty. But I knew that if the Zero Mortals Plan was to succeed, sacrifices had to be made. Besides, I knew that over time it would grow, adapt and soon I will return to my glorious self. The Zero Mortals plan would be slower than I originally intended, but all the more deserved and rewarding. As soon as I entered the body, I immediately transport myself to another timeline, one that wasn’t erased by Zeno and where the gods had little to no knowledge about me or my plan. The very first world I entered was full of mortals. Filthy sinful creatures. Mortals, gods, angels, Zeno, mortals, mortals, mortals, mortals. They were… disgusting.

#dragon ball super #scp foundation #zamasu #scp 682 #crossover #my fanfiction

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walkjngalone · 6 years

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Ultimate Get To Know Me Tag Game

Tagged by @cats-andnaps

Name: Alice

Nickname: I don't really have one, people call me Ali cause it's shorter ahah

Gender: Agender

Orientation: Pansexual

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 173 cm / 5'8" ft

Nationality: Italian

Languages Spoken: Italian, English

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favourite Fruit: Honestly all of them, but if I have to choose then grapes or watermelon

Favourite Animal: All animals are amazing, but when I was little I had a thing for the Aye-aye

Favourite Season: Autumn

Favourite Scent: Rain

Favourite Colour: Black

Favourite Fictional Character: I don't know, there are too many

Favourite Artists: I'm gonna assume this isn't only about music so Goya, Friedrich, Caravaggio and Bouguereau as painters and Nirvana, Badflower, Highly Suspect and Yungblud for music

Favourite Books: I tried to pick only a few of them so anything ever written by Vonnegut, Paradise Lost by Milton, Zeno's Conscience by Svevo and The Outsider by Camus. But I could go on for days.

Average Hours of Sleep: I actually keep a diary for that so I can proudly say I sleep an average of 4 hours a night cause I'm a disaster:)

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: One in summer, in winter it depends on how cold it is

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: Tea

Cats or Dogs: Don't make me choose they're both awesome

Dream Trip: I want to see everything, but if I have to choose then somewhere cold

Dream Job: I'm going to be a surgeon, but I'd do every job where I can save people, like fireman, soldier or police. I want to save people.

When Did You Make Your Tumblr: 14 October 2013

Number of Followers: Around 500 but I'm not sure

Five Random Facts: I'm not an intresting person but anyway 1_ I love the moon. I say goodnight to her every night and it was my first tattoo. 2_ I'm studying architecture right now, I'm in my last year in high school (in Italy it's 5 years long). 3_ I can read French cause one day I just picked up The Outsider and started reading it in French and I slowly understood it, so I can read and listen a bit in French but I can't speak it and I don't know the grammar at all. 4_ My number one goal in life is learning as much as possible about everything. 5_ I have a strange need to like everything because I'm convinced that if I don't like something then that thing is going to feel bad and I'm gonna feel bad cause of that. Like, why shouldn't I like it it's just doing the best it can and it's doing amazing and I'm a mess ahah but really, I can have a favourite but I can't dislike anything cause then I'm going to feel bad.

Tagging: I have no idea who to tag so I'm gonna tag whoever wants to do this, sorry

#get to know me #get to know me tag #mine #im not an intresting person but i gave it a shot #thanks for tagging me

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cobaltbeam · 6 years

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Tag game!

@brieflymaximumprincess a book-themed tag game?! Yes!!!

1. FIRST THINGS FIRST, WHAT’S YOU MBTI TYPE? Based on my very accurate scientific research (google) it came to these four things: Where you focus your attention – Extraversion or Introversion The way you take in information – Sensing or Intuition How you make decisions – Thinking or Feeling How you deal with the world – Judging or Perceiving

2. WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO READ? When I was 6 I think

3. WHAT LANGUAGES CAN YOU READ IN? Italian, English and a bit of spanish

4. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING, OR MOST RECENTLY READ? Liking so many fanfic authors means I have not much time to read an actual paper book, so there’s the one I meant to finish months ago, Guiscardi senza gloria, I don’t think it has an english translation, but it’s about a zombie apocalypse in Italy, specifically Venice (and it’s really cool)

5. NAME THREE BOOKS YOU’VE NEVER FINISHED. People are gonna kill me for this, but I never finished reading the Harry Potter books. I stoped halfway through the fourth one (I was 8 and very scared of the bad guys). Never finished paradise lost and zeno's conscience either, that one was really fun but too slow for my liking.

6. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE BOOKS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? Whoo boy okay I loved Ink Heart. Ashfingers (that’s how the name was in italian idk) was my favourite character and still is in my top list. I think I’ve read it a dozen times. Also the Eragon serie. If you think I’ve passed my dragon phase, you’re wrong.

7. CURRENT FAVORITE BOOKS? I will never get over 10 Little Indians. Never.

MULTIPLE CHOICE: (BOLD THOSE THAT APPLY TO YOU AND ADD CHOICES IF YOU MUST)

8. FAVORITE GENRES?

Mystery/Crime/Sci-fi/Fantasy/Chick lit/Young Adult/Horror/nonfiction/Memoir /Dystopia/Poetry/Self-Help/Historical Fiction/Fanfiction/Realistic Fiction/Biography/Children/Picture Books/Contemporary/Classics

9. YOUR OPINION ON REREADING BOOKS;

I do it all the time / Has to be a really good book/I can’t stand it/I haven’t done it since I was a child/I only reread my favorite sections/should be done with caution

10. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO READ ONE BOOK ON AVERAGE?

1 to 3 days/a week/a few weeks/about a month/several months/one day up to several months, completely depending on how busy I am/depends on which book im reading

11. HOW DO YOU TYPICALLY READ?

Every opportunity I get in transit, while waiting, etc. (depends on where I am, what book it is, if I’m easily able to bring it along)/Before bed/On the go by audiobook/When I can truly relax/When I remember to

12. HOW MANY BOOKS DO YOU TYPICALLY READ IN A YEAR?

None or 1/About 1 to 3/May be 4 to 10/At least more than 10/ At least 50/ Too much. I can’t keep track. /varies between 5 and 50/anywhere between 30 and 60 If we count fanfic then it’s definitely more than 60 haha

13. FOR SCHOOL ASSIGNED BOOK, WHAT TYPE OF STUDENT ARE/WERE YOU?

I read all the books in detail/I read all but sometimes skimmed/I nearly read all, I may have skipped a few because they were too boring/I only read the interesting ones/There’s a reason why Sparknotes was made! We were never really given books to read aside from poetry and I never read those. Searched the meanings on google and that’s it.

Tagging @blakechaos08 @cazaki98 @spnyoucantkeepmedown probably already been tagged but what can I do heh

#tag game

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addicted-to-darkness · 7 years

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Royal Menagerie Translation

A lot of people already pointed out how there are differences between the different localizations of Final Fantasy XIV in what exactly is said and how that sheds a new light on characters. A friend of mine asked me to take a look at the German version in regards to Zenos, so here we go for all who are curious.

Below the cut is a direct comparison between the English dialogue with Zenos and the German version, with a literal translation of it.

Heavy Spoiler warning for the Ending of 4.0, of course.

Bold: English Localization

Plain: German transcription

Cursive: Literal translation

Welcome to the Royal Menagerie.

Willkommen in meinem Lustgarten hoch über den Wolken.

Welcome to my pleasure garden high above the clouds.

The King of Ruin built this place for his foreign queen. He kept it filled with familiar creatures from her homeland. They bored me all.

Der letzte König der Mhigiten lies dieses Paradies für seine Frau errichten. Er brachte Getier und Gewächse aus ihrer fernen Heimat um sie zu erfreuen. Mir persönlich gefiehl die Sammlung nicht.

The last king of the Mhigans had this paradise built for his wife. He brought animals and plants from her far away home to delight her. Personally, I didn't like the collection.

This fine specimen, on the other hand, is simply... divine.

Dieses Geschöpf dagegen ist einfach nur... göttlich.

This creature, on the other hand, is simply... divine.

Your fates are entwined, are they not, eikon-slayer? This dragon, this... embodiment of unbridled despair, born of a desperate man's burning hatred for the Empire....

Na, Held der Wilden? Fühlst du nicht auch eine schicksalhafte Verbindung mit dieser Bestie? Euer gestaltgewordener Hass auf die Garlean, nun ein Werkzeug in der Hand eines Garlean.

So, Hero of the Savages? Don’t you feel the fateful connetion to this beast as well? Your hatred for the Garleans manifest, now a tool in the hand of a Garlean.

How raw the raging tempest that churns within its breast. No myth made manifest this, but... a being of pure violence.

Nichts as blinde Zerstörungswut in seinem Inneren. Ein armseeliger Gott ohne eigene Mythologie. Ein Geschöpf ohne jede Geschichte.

Nothing but blind lust for destruction in him. A pathetic god without his own mythology. A creature without any history.

Hah hah, mayhap you are the true architect of our design. You who fought the very soul of vengeance to the edge and watched him fall; you who let slip the Allagan hound to drive this eikon into my arms!

Fast möchte man meinen du hättest dies alles zu meinem größten Wohlgefallen arangiert. Oder warst es nicht du selbst, der jene rachsüchtige Seele an den Abgrund trieb, bis sich ihr Hass über dem Wall manifestierte und der Omega den allagischen Häscher entschlüpfen lies um diesen neuen Götzen in meine Arme zu treiben?

One could almost believe you did all of this for my greatest pleasure. Or had it not been you yourself, who chased this vengeful soul to the edge until his hatred manifested itself above Baelsar’s Wall, and who let the Allagan bloodhound escape to drive this false god into my arms?

Oh... My. Have I said too much? Forgive me, this... sensationis wholly unfamiliar to me.

Oh... Hah hah hah hah hah hah, ich rede zuviel, verzeih mir. Das ist alles einfach zu aufregend.

Oh... Hah hah hah hh hah hah, I’m talking too much, forgive me. All of this is just too exciting.

A question, then-- and I should like very much for you to speak from the heart. If I were to stand aside, what would you do to this eikon?

Aber lass uns doch einmal über deine geschätzte Ansicht sprechen. Sag, wenn ich nicht wäre, was würdest du mit diesem Monstrum hier anstellen?

But let us talk about your valued opinion. Tell me, if it wasn’t for me, what would you do with this monstrosity?

“...”

Hm. You will not indulge me even with a simple reply, then? No. You think only of the fight to come. How alike we are.

Was bist du nur für ein langweiliger Gesprächspartner. Oder eilen deine Gedanken schon vorraus zu unserem Kampf? Dann sind wir wirklich seelenverwandt.

What a boring partner in conversation you are. Or are your thoughts already hurrying ahead to our battle? If so, we are truly soulmates.

A pity. There is another alternative. Or there would be... had you only mastered your abilities.

Na jedenfalls mangelt es deiner Antwort an Originalität. Es gab noch eine andere, doch du siehst sie nicht, weil du deine Gabe noch nicht gemeistert hast.

Well, anyway, your answer is lacking in originality. There is another, yet you don’t see it, because you haven’t mastered your gift yet.

I speak of the Echo, of course. Does it merely render you immune to eikonic influence? Or is it rather that your influence is far greater than theirs? Granted, these implications are of no moment to a savage, who thinks only of killing the beast before him...

Die Kraft des Transzendierens. Verleiht sie jedeglich Immunität gegen den Willen der Primae, oder gibt sie uns vielmehr die Macht über sie? Heh, und du hast immer nur daran gedacht sie umzubringen.

The power of transcendence. Does it only gift you immunity to the will of the primals, or does it actually grant us power over them? Heh, and you only ever though about killing them.

But when I read von Baelsar's reports, I immediatelly saw the boundless potential of the Echo. I saw how it could be instrumental in binding an eikon to one's will. Hence my research and the Resonant-- and oh so much more!

Aber als ich in einem Bericht von van Baelsar von dieser Gabe las, sah ich sofort ihr Potential. Den Geist eines Primae kontrollieren, was für ein Gedanke! Deshalb forschte ich so intensiv an der Aetherbeherrschung durch deine Gabe.

But when I read about this gift in a report of van Baelsar, I immediatelly saw its potential. To control the spirit of a primal, what a thought! Because of this i researched the aether control through your gift so thoroughly.

All eikons must be exterminated, without exception. Such was the imperial mandate issued by my great-grandfather after he saw firsthand the destruction wrought by on such being. They are a blight upon this star, he felt, and so he began his great and just crusade.

Eines der obersten Ziele Garlemalds ist die Vernichtung der Primae. Der Reichsgründer, Kaiser Solus, mein Urgroßvater, sah bei der Eroberung des Ostkontinents welche Verwüstung die Primae dort angerichtet hatten. Um den Planeten von dieser Gefahr zu befreien, began er seinen Feldzug des Wahren und Gerechten.

One of the highest goals of Garlemald is the destruction of the primals. The founder of our empire, Emperor Solus, my great-grandfather, saw the havoc primals had wreaked during his conquest of the eastern continent. To free the planet from this danger, he started his True and Just crusade.

Pah! 'Twas not justice which spurred his campaign, but fear! Fear of the eikons, fear of their power. Cowardice made them march forth to battle. Pathetic!

Heh! Sein Motiv war nicht Gerechtigkeit, sondern Angst! Sie kämpften, weil sie vor den Primae, vor dem Untergang des Planeten zitterten. Armseelig!

Heh! His motive wasn’t justice, but fear! They fought, because they trembled before the primals, before the demise of our planet. Pathetic!

Man should fight for the joy of it. To live, to eat, to breed-- lesser beasts snap and howl at one another for this. Only man has the wisdom and the clarity to embrace violece for its own sake.

Dabei ist der Kampf doch etwas Vergnügliches. Kein blindes Ringen um Futter und Überleben, wie bei den niederen Tieren. Es ist ein Privileg der Höherentwickelten, ihn allein um der Gewalt willen zu genießen.

But fighting is something entertaining. No blind struggle for food and survival, like with lesser animals. It is the privilege of higher beings to enjoy combat for the sake of violence.

For we who are born into this merciless, meaningless world, have but one candle of life to burn.

Nur eines ist niemandem im Überfluss gegeben: das Leben. Das einzige, endliche Leben. Aber soll es sinnlos dahinwelken? Nein. Nein! Dieses letzte Pfand muss jeden meiner Kämpfe befeuern.

There is just one thing no one was given in abundance: life. The unique, finite life. But should it wither away meaninglessly? No. No! This final pledge needs to fuel every single of my battles.

I know you understand this. You and I are the same. Together, we could while away the quiet hours, as friend and confidant... if you will accept me.

Du begreifst diese Gedanken, nicht wahr? Denn du bist wie ich. Wir beide könnten Jagdkameraden sein. Willst du die Jagd an meiner Seite genießen?

You understand this thought, don’t you? Because you are like me. The two of us could be hunting comrades. Do you want to enjoy the hunt by my side?

“I accept you.”

Heh heh...are we to embrace and let bygones be bygones? Do our deeds weigh so little that you would cast all aside? Come. 'Twas plain from the first how this would end.

Heh heh heh... Als ob du deine Ach so hehren Ideale je ablegen würdest. Am Ende steht unvermeidlich der Kampf, das wissen wir beide.

Heh heh heh... As if you would put aside your oh-so honorable ideals. We both know that at the end inevitably combat awaits.

You live for these moments-- when all hangs in the balance... when the difference between life and death is but a single stroke.

Du lebst für diese Momente des atemlosen Schwebens. Gerade bevor das Gleichgewicht auf die eine oder andere Seite kippt; Sieg oder Niederlage, Leben oder Tod. Ist es nicht so?

You live for these moments of breathless levitation. Just before the balance tilts to one side or another; Victory or Defeat, Life or Death. Isn’t that so?

I live for them too! This is who we are, my friend! This is all we are! Ala Mhigo and Doma and Garlemald be damned!

Genau wie ich. Ach, nur dich würde ich mir zum Genossen nehmen. Wen interessiert Ala Mhigo, lass uns kämpfen!

Just like me. Oh, only you I would take as my companion. Who cares for Ala Mhigo, let us fight! (Fun fact: Genosse means companion, but can also be translated to bedfellow.)

We tower above the gods! You by your gift, I by my might!

Eine Kraft, die jeden Primae in seine Schranken weist. Dir wurde sie geschenkt, ich habe sie mir selbst errungen.

A power which reins in every primal. You were gifted with it, I took it through my own strength.

And before the Resonant the gods shall be made to kneel!

Und ich werde sie zur Vollendung führen als Bändiger der Götter!

And I shall lead it to perfection as Tamer of the Gods!

Hah...hah...hah... The hunter has indeed become the hunted.

Nghh... ahhh... hahh... der Jäger... wurde... zur Beute...

Nghh... ahhh... hahh... the hunter... has become... the prey.

And yet... there is only joy. Transcendent joy that I have never known. How invigorating, how... pure, this feeling.

Hah... Aber... Was für ein Kampf... Was für ein... Hochgefühl...

Hah... But... what a fight... such... exaltation...

(Lyse) Is that what this is all about? All the meaningless death and destruction? So you could feel something?

(Lyse) Hochgefühl? Du tickst ja nicht richtig! Weist du, wie viele Opfer dein Wahnsinn gefordert hat?

Exaltation? You’re crazy! Do you have any idea how many victims your madness claimed?

Meaningless? Men die that others may live. Those who survive are stronger for it.

Dummes Kind. Leben fordert Opfer. Nur wer dieses Gesetz versteht, kann wirklich leben.

Stupid child. Life demands sacrifices. Only those who understand this law can truly live.

Not that you could ever understand. To have stood upon this great stage of fools... to have played my part to perfection...

Aber dein Verständnis ist nicht von Belang. Meine Darbietung war meisterhaft. Durch den Einsatz unseres unersetzlichen Lebens zum Spektakel erhoben.

But your understanding is of no consequence. My performance was magnificent. Uplifted to a spectacle by putting our irreplacable lives at stake.

Oh, this... this moment... let it be enshrined for eternity. My heart... beating out of time... So clear, so vivid, so real... So real.

Mein Herz hat sich lange nach einem solchen Moment der Klarheit, der Lebendigkeit gesehnt. Kein weiterer Augenblick wird diesen übertreffen. So soll ihm auch kein weiterer folgen.

My heart has been yearning for such a moment of clarity, of liveliness, for so very long. No further moment will surpass this one. And as such, no more shall follow it.

(Alphinaud) Coward!

(Alphinaud) Er will sich umbringen!

He wants to kill himself!

(Lyse) Stop!

(Lyse) So kommst du uns nicht davon!

You’re not getting away from us like that!

Farewell, my first friend. My enemy.

Leb' wohl, mein einziger Freund. Mein Jäger.

Farewell, my only friend. My hunter.

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