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during december last year i had... a mental health moment and suffered something psychosis like (not trying to self -diagnose) but let's just say generally i wasn't doing hot. while that was happening i started writing a fic and I want to share a snippet, just to see if there is interest in reading this... thing bc i think the concept is interesting, I'm just very nervous about how it would be received.
Here it goes:
Prometheus (Kazuscara)
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[...] Scaramouche's eyes narrow ever so slightly as he studies the aged photograph. A surge of emotions, long suppressed and buried beneath layers of deception, momentarily flickers across his face. The younger version of himself stares back, frozen in time, a ghost of centuries past.
"Well, I'll be damned," Scaramouche mutters, his cool demeanor faltering for just a moment before he catches himself. "Quite the resemblance, I must say. Lucky coincidence, I suppose."
Kaedehara's gaze is intense, unwavering. "It's no coincidence, and you know it."
Scaramouche leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he reasserts control over his emotions. "Look, kid, I don't know what fantasy world you're living in, but people don't live for centuries. It's just not possible."
“Yes it is!” the young man insists with a slight tremble in his voice, “That’s you in the picture, I know it is! I’ve been looking into this ever since I saw you in class for the first time, you keep popping up in so many pictures over multiple generations!”
Scaramouche leans forward, locking eyes with Kaedehara. The room feels like it's closing in, the air thick with tension. "Let's entertain this little fantasy of yours," he says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Suppose, just for a moment, that I am the person in that photograph. What does that mean to you?"
Kaedehara hesitates, as if choosing his words carefully. "It means you're not just some TA in a college. It means you're something more. Something that defies the natural order of life and death."
Scaramouche sighs, getting frustrated with not being able to stop this questioning. "And why would that matter to you, Mr. Kaedehara?”
Kaedehara takes a shaky breath, attempting to calm himself, “I-It has to be true. No, I need it to be true.”
The determination in Kaedehara's eyes is unsettling. Scaramouche has encountered curious mortals before, but this is different. The fervor in the young man's voice speaks volumes of something deeper than mere curiosity.
"You need it to be true?" Scaramouche repeats, masking his intrigue with a facade of disinterest. "And why is that, pray tell?"
Kaedehara's fingers tremble as he clutches the aged book, his gaze fixed on Scaramouche. "Because if it's true... Y-You might be able to help me.”
Scaramouche finally takes his shades off, raising an eyebrow at Kaedehara, “Help you?”
The young student nods, “There is… something wrong with me. I don’t know when and how this happened but… I don’t think I can die. I-In fact I can’t be permanently damaged at all.”
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Summary I wrote:
Scaramouche has lived for centuries, cursed by his nature and his creator to wander the mortal realm, plagued by a perpetual beast like hunger for the flesh and blood of the humans surrounding him.
There is no sense in getting attached, they are all just short lived sources of sustenance for an immortal like him.
That is until one of Scaramouche’s students cuts off two of his own fingers before his eyes and grows them back immediately.
OR
Two immortals killing each other slowly.
This is a love story.
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I probably won't finish it unless there is sufficient demand but I also think that letting this rot on my google docs would be a waste.
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how do people come up with titles?
why can't we just number fics like classical composers did with their stuff?
"tentacle porn No. 8 in [fandom], [pairing], op. 57"
that would solve so many problems
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we were really going thru it while in co-op earlier (and by we, i mean mostly me)
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The only thing stronger than the power of friendship in anime is the power of homosexuality
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It's all Ginevra and Lancelot's fault because now I have this fantasy in my head of Robin being taken as hostage and Boothill being tasked with saving her, and he totally does!! And there's this whole journey back where they spend time flirting and the more days pass, the more they fall in love, but at the end <//3 she goes back home and bye-bye to the handsome cowboy
#robinhill#honkai star rail#if i ever write a fic about these two i will probably end it like this#or probably not c:
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BOOTHILL IS A COW-boy, friends
Took a part from Version 2.2 stream with Robin being too precious
#laughing a bit too loud cause i knew people flirting like this in rl ahahah#robinhill#honkai star rail
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Double cake 🍰
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what happens in the ruins stays in the ruins 🙈
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Laois really said:
"While you studied the blade, I got three square meals a day with balanced nutrients, 8 hours of sleep and time to rest after my injuries, and thats why im gonna KICK YOUR ASS"
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I read this headcanon a while ago where it basically said that Kaveh was even stronger than al-Haitham ahahah which made me laugh a lot but also think— because the headcanon described the suitcase that Kaveh holds, super heavy since it's made of a certain metal alloy, with all the circuits and stuff that make that suitcase a sentient robot. I mean, Kaveh has biceps that al-Haitham can only dream of ahah (in every sense ~♡)
So, to synthesise:
Kaveh is handsome, intelligent, charming, modest, enthusiastic, talented, empathetic, elegant, polyhedric AND FROM NOW ON HE IS ALSO ATHLETIC AHAH (quote translated from il trono del muori)
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In Italy, this year, for the Diversity Media Awards, among the foreign series candidates there is also Good Omens.
"The Diversity Media Awards reward the characters and media content that have contributed to a valorising representation of diversity in the areas of gender and gender identity, sexual and emotional orientation, physical appearance, ethnicity, age and generations, disability."
Did you know that?
Good luck to all the nominees, but to Good Omens in particular!
I didn't know that. It's wonderful.
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I was thinking about robinhill and the fact that Robin once told her brother that despite in Penacony all dreams somehow come true, she feels trapped and a victim of a huge fiction. The stage, the music, that's her world, and she feels free up there at the top with all the people watching and applauding. But can something that keeps you imprisoned be defined as freedom?
This also makes me think of her most famous song, which more than a beautiful song is a desperate cry for help. And here I was thinking about the dynamics of this ship along with a headcanon where I imagined Robin freeing herself from these chains forged with dreams and fantasy, and stepping out of this beautiful place made of colorful lights into the real world, a place that at first seems gray and dull, but out there she is just Robin, almost a normal girl.
At first, she struggles to adapt to this new reality—despite having desired it for so long. In Penacony, she had everything she could want, but in the real world, she faces difficulties. And it's here that she meets this man, if you can call him so, and I imagine their first meeting as the most classic of encounters: hate at first sight lol she a refined princess, he a rough creature. But somehow they manage to work together, even become friends, and I imagine Boothill as the first to see her simply as Robin: a girl with many dreams in her head, a bit meticulous, stubborn... he's the first to notice her true personality, and after a while he becomes attached to her presence.
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Soft Zoro appreciation post
Demon Pirate Hunter my ass, he's silly, cute and occasionaly a bit dumb
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Dr. Ratio: I've read 20 textbooks on romance and human relationships. I followed all the instructions. Why does he still think I hate him?
Dr. Ratio: I likened him to a beautiful bird ("The Attini Peacock boasts one of the universe's more jarring songs, and your choice of attire is somewhat peacock-esque").
Dr. Ratio: I complimented his abilities ("He's not awful to work with").
Dr. Ratio: I playfully implied that he'd look better without his clothes ("I keep telling him the flashy outfits are just making his job harder").
Dr. Ratio: I indulge in his whims ("You could easily squash me with just a pinch"—"If that is your wish, I will do so without a moment's hesitation").
His rubber ducky he was talking to all this time: … (can you please be normal for like 5 minutes and just go and talk to him?)
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mailed flower 🌼
find me on twitter @/driftwoodwoof
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This is— this is an official art ??! From hoyofair !!?
Who draw it? I want the artist's name! Why they never say who the artist is?? 😭😭
edit: found the artist
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