listening to music while pulling food like i do and got punched in the face by “three siblings who happen to be gods/ and they fight as siblings do” when i wasn’t paying attention and started thinking abt the entities
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haven’t made a promo but i am doing stuff on @hongdiwang today !
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haven't made a promo but i am doing stuff on @hongdiwang today !
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i haven’t been blorbo posting on here because i’m trying to save it for his Actual Blog but i have been having wildly intense roy mustang brain rot. and apparently stomachaches is a roy album and i’m deeply unwell about it
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how obnoxious would it be if i made sol short for solaris. solaris and polaris,,,, maybe his human name is an echo of the memory of her 🤔
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will probably be opening up roy’s top secret blog now that i’m rewatching fma again,,,, still scared of anime rpc’s at large but that’s my wife
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mitski was right when she said “give me one good honest kiss and i’ll be alright”. anyway happy gay people or whatever
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i do think i’m going to be turning this blog into more of a hub than a proper multi where i will just accumulate more blogs and allow this to be their base where i do whatever the fuck. it’s going to be a very slow process. today i am just sleepy
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zoe from riot games / by bunnie / promo cred.
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an unintended consequence of listening to wasteland, baby! is that i miss icarus,,,,, i literally do not know when the last time i did anything with him was but. damn.
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kicks out an oc specific stater / plotting call
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kicks out an oc specific stater / plotting call
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yao ling had been too young to grasp the gravity of death not directly influencing him when lan fan’s parents had died. it had been enough to instill in him the morals he still carries to this day, to make him understand the injustice of their lives and swear to protect lan fan as fiercely as she did he. but he hadn’t fully grasped what it actually meant.
his parents are the emperor and an imperial consort and he had been passed to a wet nurse nearly as soon as he was born. his transition into the role of prince instead of princess had been so smooth only because he exists as little more than an idea in his parents minds. he was raised by servants and the lan and he did not know what it really meant to have a mother and father. how could he understand what it was to lose that which he did not already have ?
he remembers the year he had asked lao fu where lan fan had gone for the day and he had gone solemn and explained very carefully that she had gone to spend her birthday with her parents in the memorial hall. he could feel an argument he hadn’t been a part of and decided not to ask more. once a year lan fan would go missing for a day and ling simply didn’t address it for lack of understanding how. it was his family’s fault her parents were dead. what right did he have to interrupt her grieving with comfort he didn’t know how best to provide ?
it is the birthday after they return from amestris that he finally works up the courage to join her. things are changing. his position is better than it has ever been, and his sibling are all furious about it. their father is still going to die eventually and they know he has won himself the crown. their days are busy and long and they have not made the trip here together since they returned. ling says a small prayer of apology to her parents as he settles on his knees beside her. there are other people here, leaving offerings and visiting their loved ones but no one bothers the two of them.
“ i can leave, if you don’t want me here, ” he says, barely above a whisper after a long moment of silence. his heart is doing something funny and he doesn’t know whether or not to blame his health. “ i know you’re not really alone, but i wanted to keep you company anyway. if you’ll have me. ”
@stilburning
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@brushbun said ! " Oh teddy... " vivian whispering down the hall or some shit.
his vision is limited in the dark. the damage to his sight is pervasive and of great frustration and inconvenience. he had blamed it, initially, for the specters and visions that come to him. when they had started speaking he’d had no more excuses. the hour draws late and he had intended to retire soon, but now as he casts a glance back into the darkness beyond the entrance to his study he doubts he will receive any such mercy.
“ what do you want, oh cruelest of visions ? ” he calls, finding some humor at least in their predicament.
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the thing abt theo is that he doesn’t just see ghosts he’s also. hm. removed from time ? so sometimes a ghost is a ghost and sometimes it’s a moment in someone’s life that has already happen or things that have yet to come. sometimes things come with him and get stuck in his correct instance of time and there is a possibility he may get stuck somewhere he doesn’t belong. anyway, he and ur muse interacting and they both think the other is a ghost
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