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Mid-twenties, half-Chinese, bisexual, cis! FemaleI listen to a huge amount of Podcasts Including: The Penumbra Podcast, Wolf 359, TANIS, The Black Tapes, Ars Paradoxica, The Bright Sessions, King Falls AM, EOS 10, WTNV, WTW, Wooden Overcoats and more. I am currently open for prompts or conversation on any of these. Hit me up!
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Turn down your mics, sneak off into a corner, and tune in to Joey Batey’s Answer Time tomorrow at 12pmPT/3pm ET, happening exactly 12 hours after the The Witcher season two premieres on Netflix!
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campaign constant is Matthew Mercer Trying So Hard to Romance/Flirt with Liam O'Brien
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The ring Essek brings him quietly one evening, when he arrives without ceremony in the kitchen, is flashier than all of Caleb’s wardrobe put together, and it is beautiful on his finger.
It tells of time spent combing through distant markets and shops, places Caleb has no interest in visiting except through the tales of his partner, and he is all the more glad to hear this tale as Essek’s fingers play along the band that sits lightly on his ring finger. It is not as heavy as it looks, the metal and stones delicate and reminiscent of stars in the sky.
“It is, ah, a representation of the Rosohna constellation,” Essek murmurs, his eyes still caught on the jewelry. The stones increase in size as they curl inward to the sapphire inside, a gradient of white to a deep, violet-toned blue, the silver beneath carved in swirling tides. It is similar to a cuff curled around the lobe of Essek’s ear.
He has told Caleb of this constellation, which is called other names on other continents, its importance to the Kryn as a representation of their rising to the surface, the time when they took root in the ruins of Ghor Dranas. But for the astrological sages of the dens, it is a symbol of a deep change, a transformation of heart and soul, and, from what Essek has told him, it was rising over the Lucid Bastion during the moment in which Caleb delivered a stolen beacon to the Bright Queen.
The Skysibil declared it a sign for the Dynasty, lending credence to the Nein’s actions there and encouraging the Bright Queen to give them leeway, but that is not why this ring has relevance to Essek, or to Caleb.
“Love at first sight, hmm?” Caleb teases, and Essek purses his lips to keep from laughing.
“Not quite,” he replies, his mouth tight. He still has not met Caleb’s eye since he put the ring gently upon his finger. “A… profound change. Or the start of one.”
Caleb takes his idle, nervous fingers and wraps his hands around them. Essek softly, without another word, brings his ringed finger to his lips.
It is not his style, and he can feel the eyes that catch on it when he begins to wear it to classes, and the reminder of it doesn’t leave him even as the weight of it becomes familiar and the wrinkled frowns trickle away.
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The ring Caleb saves for Essek is plain, simple, and at first glance almost boring, a burnished gold band that does not gleam enough to properly stand out against his skin. It sits in a small box in the back of Caleb’s wardrobe for several months while Essek is away, and by the time he returns the next time, it has long been out of mind, and they spend several days reveling in breath on lips.
“Where have you been?” Caleb asks, with interest, exhaled against Essek’s mouth.
Essek tells him, tells him of the archives he has spent a long time undercover gaining access to, building up an extensive web of a lie in order to convince foreign researchers to admit him, tells him of mentions of something akin to dunamis in ancient Tal’dorei that he is still following the trail of, but for now he can come home.
He maps out the constellation of Caleb’s palms as he does, and only when his fingertips brush the band of the ring does Caleb sit up, interrupting an anecdote about a particularly snooty librarian who Beau would’ve kicked in the teeth, and his words falter before he is able to describe how he actually managed to circumvent the scribe.
“Caleb?” he calls, as Caleb leaves him lounging on the bed wordlessly and traipses to the wardrobe, ruffling through the back of it until he can pull out a dusty box.
He gives a half grin as he returns and rests sheepishly against the edge of the bed and sets the ring in Essek’s upturned palm as he rises to meet him. “I, ah, found this,” Caleb says, and then murmurs a word, and an arcane inscription glows around the band.
A small panel of the metal opens to reveal a minuscule pearl, very fine and only a bit lopsided, set within a tiny extradimensional space.
“You found this?” Essek asks, with only a hint of irony, and Caleb’s smile cracks across his face.
“I modified it a bit. I thought you would prefer not to advertise any hidden components, and this way…” he smiles, and cups Essek’s jaw in his hand. “You will always have a second chance, no matter where you are, ja?”
With great care, Essek presses the compartment closed, and holds it to his chest, where another pendant already hangs. He removes the necklace over his head and slides the ring onto it.
When he has replaced it, the ring settles directly over the bones of his ribcage and his armored heart.
He leans into Caleb’s hand and closes his eyes. “Thank you,” he says finally, “for giving it to me.”
“I only offer what I have already received,” Caleb whispers, and intertwines their fingers around the rings, one on his finger, and one over Essek’s heart.
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the hotel I’m staying in is having a chihuahua conference??? some lady told me there were over 300 chihuahuas in the building and if I wanted to, I could go watch the puppy competition in the morning. I’m in Heaven
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How traditional pitchforks were made.
It took 6 years starting from orienting branches
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We don’t appreciate the fact that Bruce Wayne is a Kardasian level celebrity enough. Everyone knows him. I want more one shots and crack fic moments where the League (Pre identity reveals) just openly talk about Bruce Wayne in front of Batman.
Just imagine them playing fuck, marry, kill with famous actors and such and throwing Bruce into the mix. And Batman just sits there, silently suffering as he listens to the reasons why Flash and Lantern would marry, fuck, or kill him. He prays they choose kill. They don’t.
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Bedelia brings out a very unsettling side of Will in season 3. It's an entirely different personality. It's so bizarre. It's like Hannibal's cold calculating killer vibe on crack. He threatens her on Hannibal's behalf, tells her she'd have it coming if he ate her. He cracks this plan to break Hannibal out of prison and tells her straight up he doesn't intend for Hannibal to be caught. He says "ready or not, here he comes" referring to Hannibal but he is absolutely including himself in that. It's fucking wild because he only ever killed other killers on-screen and tries to retain some morals, but Bedelia didn't really do anything to warrant this. She's killed before, but Will clearly doesn't give a shit about that. It all comes back to him being so fucking bitter about Bedelia and Hannibal's whole thing. He wants that woman dead so bad it isn't even funny.
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