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**Ykonn is the continent that Hycinth (Xyria's homeland) is located. Glisha is the continent that Dhavya hails from.
tags: @mocha-bunbun @tiredsleep
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The masked figure's scrutinizing gaze burns even from under the mask. The Reveler's head tips to the side ever so slightly, humming in quiet contemplation. Dhavya suppresses every instinct to bristle.
"You're pretty," the performer finally says, straightening. "You could make a fortune if you joined us, you know?"
Dhavya responds with an uneasy smile. "Thank you. But I've no need for riches, nor desire to..."
She trails off, unsure of how to word "circus" without it sounding like a slur.
The Reveler laughs, leaning back easily as if waving off the uneasiness. "Of course, of course. Force of habit. Anyways, what was it that you wanted?"
Now that the moment is here, Dhavya feels her mouth dry up, her throat sealing itself shut.
Hell, Dhavya. You came all the way here. Spit it out.
"Help me look for someone," she finally manages. "You're good at that, right? I've heard a lot about your... um... underground business. I need to find someone."
"Oh," The Reveler leans forward, elbows on their knees. Dhavya can hear the smirk in their voice. "And who is this person? Family? A lover? Do you seek vengeance?"
Dhavya forces herself to swallow, the action tickling her dry throat. "A..." she trails off. How would one describe their relationship? "She... It's complicated. She was sent to kill me, once. Then she worked for me for a bit... and... I made a promise to her."
There's a beat of silence. Dhavya finishes the thought that lingers in her mind: "I intend to keep it."
"Lover it is," The Reveler drawls. They stand, languid, like a leopard pressing itself to its full height. "So? Tell me about them. Can't very well find someone without knowing more than what they used to do."
"She told me her name was Xia. She has chin-length, dark blue hair. Purple-bluish eyes. Her skin's tan, a little lighter than mine..." Dhavya finds herself flushing hotly at the mere memory of the woman. "She was probably a soldier. Wouldn't tell me what nation she was from. Looked Ykonn. She's a good fighter. A good fighter. About this tall... Never told me where she was going, just disappeared. She was always careful about that sort of thing. Sprinkled in just enough inconsistencies in her story to let me know that she was lying about at least... at least a lot of her story."
The Reveler nods slowly, as if committing every word to memory. "I'll get started tracking her down. And you? Where will you be? Finding someone can take months."
Dhavya looks at the masked face, right where the eye slits should be. "I'll wait. I'll be in Arkya indefinitely, anyways. You can send updates to... this location..." Dhava tears a piece of paper from her journal and jots down an address.
"I will pay you richly for this," Dhavya promises. "I am a princess of the the Glishal Sands. My word is better than gold."
"Sure, princess," The Reveler takes the paper and turns their face to the map pinned to the wall. "I've no doubt."
"Now that business talks are over..." The Reveler prowls forwards slowly, until they reach out to place two gentle fingers on Dhavya's sternum. "I've got a show in about an hour from now. Will you be joining us?"
Blood thrums under Dhavya's skin. She allows herself to lean forwards against the fingers, a half smile lighting her lip.
"I've got time to spend," Dhavya agrees, and clasps a firm hand to The Reveler's removing it from herself. "But please. Watch your hands. I've found offense for less."
The Reveler only giggles at that, giving Dhavya a shooing motion.
"Go on, then. I'll see you later."
Dhavya dips under the curtain-door, into the half-light of sunset. She breathes deep, feeling anxiety and adrenaline wash from her system.
"All of this, for a mercenary." Dhavya laughs. "Oh, Xia. You really are something."
#> sandstorm#> write: evith#> write: dhavya#> evith#> dhavya#> write: sandstorm#**xyria went undercover in dhavya's homeland as xia
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been massaging Unnamed Dream WIP in my brain. specifically how dragons are part of the setting, because of course
tempted to make whole worldbuilding post just about how dragons are around, because they are so important to me and also so I have the excuse to introduce
💛her💛
#annika talks#unnamed dream wip#she needs a name#when i won her as an adoptable i named her Evith but i don't like that anymore
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4 da genshin ask game.. 📷🌾+ 🫖 ! ��˘꒳˘๑꒱
📷 what’s your favorite ost? (can be a singular track or an album)
dis one frm da liyue album feels so liberating 2 listen to ,, da build up of it n den how it dies down into smth so peaceful n calming at the end . . i alwys cry listening to this one (╥﹏╥)
🌾 what’s your favorite character trailer?
i've watched kokomi's trailer many times ^__^ evithing frm da ost to da story it tells . . it iz j such an incredibly beautiful trailer . i wub her loads !
🫖 dump a headcannon or theory here
oooh i hv a rather interesting headcanon about al haitham dat ppl may or may not agree wif . . but i headcanon dat he is kind of weak to women ₍ᐢ-๑-ᐢ₎ we've nvr seen him be as brash n blunt w his words to one in-game as we hv seen him w men u kno ?? . . . w dehya + nilou + even shani ( da npc frm sumeru archon quest ) 's like he filters his words a bit more thoroughly before speaking 2 dem :3c i like to think his grannie taught him to alwys be kind to da women in his life , to cherish them , to care for them ♡ jus a personal litl headcanon of mine
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hiie cupcake ! ! mmm wat is stassie’s trademark . . lotsa things come 2 mind eee :3 🎀 . everything pink , sanrio , acrylics , pink panthress , butterfly clips , velvet juicy tracksuits , strawbie pound cake . . . ♡ just evithing cute n sweet in the world !
cries a whole river 🥺🥺🩷🩷 you got me!
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which witch’s heart character are you from ashe’s perspective? (answers not obvious at all!!) - Quiz (quotev.com)
you should take this one
i wodner who this nrormal person human being is
ok!
im 5 foot tw (dissolves)
omg!!!!!! im the emo boy
i just chose a mix of noel and wialord w
its all ashe evither way does this mean there are two gendersd ahse or lillia
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I hope I get this job if it's chill!!! I don't wanna be all crazed for money. Well if I don't get this job I will look for evither chill opportunity!
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Names generated from German forenames and Brythonic deities
Abetis Abnosebar Abnot Abricus Abris Ademin Adiseb Adonraina Adramnas Aelgan Agmund Agnextin Agried Aldelgenz Aliede Aliedinna Aliel Alike Allonnas Almunose Alvenza Alwilia Amarstias Ampeter Amunusus Ancado Ancart Andamna Anextis Anians Aniastann Anichert Aniedam Ankouise Annah Annust Ardin Arick Arunna Arvos Audonrick Aufan Auker Aurina Avermante Aveteria Avini...
Banne Baridiede Barine Baris Bastinos Belikata Berach Beriched Berin Berither Bislast Bodonas Boria Borise Borruditz Borrus Borst Brich Brida Brielmina Brios Britz Brusanko Bustonna Buxenz Camannis Cameina Camnana Caras Caraus Carco Carmaraco Cartia Cartra Castia Celatamos Cetephert Chandran Chanthel Chara Chilby Chilina Chria Chrich Chrios Chris Cimbius Cober Cobete Cocid Cocide Cocis Colatou Colauke Coldarst Collatte Colter Conus Coretch Coreth Coriegar Dalde Dalia Damard Dampes Damut Damutto Daridona Dinhan Disamar Edemarl Ediand Eidatya Einiedius Eintard Ekkevick Elenus Elhando Eliank Eliediast Elised Ellmilied Ellmut Elvenz Elvius Emalwig Emansguin Emarl Emmetrin Erius Esternus Estrin Evinhard Evith Ewalbelsa Ewalph Felher Flonieb Frang Freastrin Fredra Freid Frieb Friedria Friessan Frios Frisann Frist Frius Gebhandt Gelde Gelfrid Genus Geored Georia Georistio Gerian Geridele Gerissona Gerne Gerola Gerolaus Gerolf Gertia Gertrik Gilin Gilois Gomert Goton Gotut Greatona Grederin Gredris Greina Gring Grudwiga Gruthil Gunnadeld Gunolf Gunus Güntefand Haelmina Haldele Handt Hardin Hares Harnheine Heilder Heildo Heina Heinane Heine Heinesula Heinfris Heinico Helenana Helenz Helgar Helia Helian Heliede Helios Helke Hella Helle Hellud Helluin Helmalwie Helmulria Helvitz Heniva Henus Herharum Herne Hernelip Hernus Heryl Hilher Hilotto Holder Holia Homarlene Homona Horesla Horete Hubete Huelianko Huellar Huelmank Hueter Huetiando Huetimild Hunda Hundolby Iliebke Iliedmut Ingrus Irkonald Issin Issona Istella Isulrabas Jantheine Jeriancad Jernundt Joach Johaelf Johar Johard Johardied Joharitz Joharus Jonald Jonus Jullus Julrikas Jörger Jürgang Karather Karle Kevid Klarne Klattonah Klaugunda Klaul Kolis Konnat Kurame Kuras Kurick Latis Latucera Laugus Lenald Leucetert Leucimbis Liester Liste Loren Ludwin Luinah Maldalm Mandrid Mandt Mapom Mapomara Mapomor Mapon Maran Marbar Marete Maris Marissond Marma Marobis Marola Marudon Maxenus Maxim Melfrane Merstina Michrigis Milheid Milied Mingrein Minrad Miosel Mirias Miricura Mogus Monus Mutinanza Natona Nichild Nicola Nikolas Ninrarver Ninthena Nivin Nobel Nolber Nolevina Ogerd Ogmuta Olatineld Olatrisl Olatutz Olaus Olied Orich Oritz Orste Ottona Patephild Patja Peterstia Philhelen Radsulra Raina Raldand Raliega Ralouisa Ramar Ranus Rarlheido Rauka Rauraugus Raustel Reatrus Rediestis Retio Rintof Robia Rogma Rolaf Rolas Rolgars Rolge Rolis Rolteph Roltrine Romellisa Ronich Rosch Rundramna Saberick Sagus Samaltou Samel Sannot Sanusth Segfrin Segobodo Sheidisa Sinann Sinza Siselin Sissies Smuter Sthmarnus Stissa Stontutz Svenz Sverd Sverick Sylvine Talvius Therne Thilis Thilotth Thmanner Toberta Tobinusus Tomar Tomelhel Tonik Tonus Torey Torid Udenus Uderich Udonus Udwina Ulassonus Ulaus Ullata Urantutz Uride Urstin Uwerndam Uwernus Vetiannus Vheid Vhertreid Vinictout Vinner Vinnes Viovius Viralde Wenus Wericus Wermain Wiedald Wietian Wigan Wigis Wilis Wiltoma Winad Winrid Wolla Wollrick Wolph Xelhard Yveterd Yveto Yveton
#444 names#444names#dnd names#fantasy names#name stash#fantasy name#names#markov gen#markovgen#character names#random fantasy names
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Day 5: Soulmarks
This is a re-post of my 2019 one-shot “Destiny and the Domino Effect.” It’s a Modern AU that isn’t my faux flower shop thing. Click on the title to read it on AO3, or keep reading under the cut!
The day Katara got her mark, she was beset by nervous laughter. Her hands shook and Suki had to take the picture for her YoPic account. Aang smiled patiently and placed his hand on the table palm down. After taking a breath, Katara set hers down, having their pinkies touch. Suki took the picture and handed the phone to Aang, as Katara was still shaking.
It’s a match! #GotMarked #Blessed #ToldYaWeWereSoulmates
The rest of the day was a blur. They had to call Hakoda and the congratulatory texts started to pour in. Needing a moment to herself, Katara went into the bedroom of their apartment and shut the door. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she felt her phone buzz and pulled it out of her pocket.
Guess I’m the last one left. You owe me a very expensive bottle of wine.
Katara smiled and let her shoulders fall.
The Soulmate’s mark was anxiety inducing. As soon as the person was “sure” or in a place where they could safely admit their feelings, then the mark would pop up. This meant that one person could get their mark before their partner.
Sometimes it ended fine. Sokka had gotten his before Suki, and the weeks between had kind of been a mess. When he stressed, he worried that his attitude would delay Suki’s mark even more, and other times he just held onto his belief that Suki’s mark would match his. And it did.
Sometimes it ended horribly. Mai hadn’t been bothered when she had gotten her mark while Zuko would boil over from time to time from the anxiety. Then, one day and matter-of-fact, Mai informed him that someone else had her mark and she left.
Book-ending these events was this pairing. Aang had gotten his mark very early into knowing Katara, and had been convinced from day one that it was meant for her. After every holiday, birthday, special event, or particularly romantic date, Katara would stare at her hands, willing them to change.
Toph had to intervene, dragging both her and Zuko out to a very weird resort for two weeks. Katara could only remember a few of those days, as the rest had been obliterated by alcohol or sheer terror from the “bonding excursions” Toph had planned.
One night, she and Zuko had escaped. They hid themselves away and talked about everything other than their lack of marks. At the end, they had agreed that whomever got their mark first had to buy the other a very expensive bottle of wine.
I’ll buy you the finest vintage I can find in the FastMart.
Katara sent the text and fell backward onto the bed. Lifting up her arm, she looked at the back of her hand.
The marks were supposed to be special. It represented the couple and was supposed to be meaningful.
Aang said their mark was a mix of their cultures, but Katara only saw a curled arrow.
Katara covered her face with her hands and sighed.
Aang wasn’t a big traditionalist, so they had agreed on a small ceremony. Still, there was planning to do, and Katara did most of the running around. Aang helped when he was asked, but offered no input, saying he didn’t mind since at the end they would be just as married no matter what happened.
So weeks passed and Katara barely had time to think. With the mounting stress, Aang decided it would be best if he gave her space. He and a group from his work had planned an office trip to a nearby mountain to go skiing and would be gone for the weekend.
“You should try to relax. Why don’t you hang out or something?” He said and kissed her goodbye.
When Katara did see Zuko again, he was the one with the wine. She let him into the apartment and ushered Appa back onto his massive pillow. Even though he always said it was fine, Katara always felt bad about the dog hair that invariably ended up covering Zuko’s nice clothes.
They transitioned in a rush of radio static. She fumbled over his congratulations, thanking him for the wine. Holding out her hands to take his coat but being handed the bottle. They laughed, and Katara stared at the label in silence as Zuko hung up his coat. Then Katara remembered she had to uncork it and darted into the kitchen.
She asked about his drive as she dug in the corkscrew. He answered apathetically as he moved around her to grab two glasses. She frowned as she tried to pull the cork out and he chuckled. At his insistence, she handed him the bottle and saw her mark. She lowered her hand to her side as he pulled out the cork with a loud POP! He handed her the bottle, talking about the vintage, and she poured. He twisted the cork off the screw and mentioned a new take out place had opened a few blocks away. She replied it didn’t have many vegetarian options so she didn’t eat there often. She handed him a glass and took up her own.
“Cheers.” Katara said.
“Congratulations.” Zuko replied and they clinked glasses.
Katara took a slow sip and looked back down at the counter. The cork looked like one of the government seal stamps. The corkscrew was neatly folded next to it like a closed inkpad.
“So how do you feel?” Zuko asked. Katara swirled her glass and watched the oily arches.
“Relieved.” She answered quickly.
“Not excited?”
Katara looked over at him.
“Should I be?”
“Well, I mean, most people don’t sound so…”
“So what?”
“Most couples are just more excited when they match.”
“Well, we all already knew it was coming, right?”
“Not everything is a sure thing.”
Katara and Zuko turned away from each other as they drank in silence. Katara leaned against the counter as Zuko walked to the other side. She set down her glass and started to spin the corkscrew.
“It was just a lot of pressure. Having his expectation and nothing ever happening.” Katara stopped the corkscrew. “It’s nice to not have to worry about it.”
When Zuko didn’t respond, Katara looked up at him.
“What?”
“When did it happen?”
“My mark?”
“Yeah.”
Katara covered up her hesitation by drinking more of her wine.
“I just made the decision to be sure.”
“So you resigned yourself to it?”
“That’s not.” Katara felt her whole body warm as she lurched forward. “That is crossing the line Zuko.”
“You are absolutely right and I sincerely apologize for that.” Zuko sighed and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. He finally gave in and leaned against the opposite corner, but still kept hold of his glass.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t. I’m being a jerk because I’m frustrated and I will do better to not be such a jerk.”
Katara looked down at her glass.
“I appreciate you letting me off the hook so easy,” Zuko said. “but you don’t need to cover for my bad behavior.”
Katara snapped her eyes back up. “Do you think that’s what I’m doing?”
Zuko flinched and his eyes widened. “I, no? I just mean, I was told I shouldn't rely on other people making my apologies for me.”
“Yeah, but I already know you. I know that if I call you out and you apologize, you mean it. We already got to this point.”
Zuko gave her a wry smile. “You were the first one to trust me.”
Katara gave a sharp laugh, but then sighed. “And you understood me.”
They lapsed into silence again, and the air felt cool between them.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.
They talked until they finished the bottle. Then, while Katara ordered takeout from the new place, Zuko ran down to his car, bringing up two more. They talked over food and the next bottle. They talked as they took Appa out on a night walk. They talked as they sat on the floor of the kitchen, sharing the cold remains of takeout and the last bottle.
They never stayed on one topic for long, and as the night crept past midnight, Katara wouldn’t have been able to follow one thread anyway.
“Did I ever tell you about-” Katara stopped herself and snapped her mouth shut. Zuko tilted his head and looked at her.
“What?”
“No, I know I told you already.”
“Tell me again.”
“No, that’s boring.”
“You thought about it for a reason. I want to know what just popped into your head and then I am going to evis-, eviths-, evisceserate the reason for my own amusement.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Oh I forgot to say.”
“What?”
“Nice glass house you got here.”
Zuko took a drink as Katara picked up a chopstick and threw it at him.
At some point, she fell asleep. She could remember Zuko carrying her to bed and when she woke, there was a glass of water and two white tablets.
When Katara exited her bedroom, she was more hydrated, in her pajamas, and a little bit cleaner. The rest of her apartment was quiet, and she wondered if Zuko had already left.
Then she walked into the living room and saw him splayed out on the couch.
Leaving him there, Katara set about making breakfast. When the eggs were frying, Zuko shuffled in and grabbed a piece of bacon on his way to the coffee pot.
“How are you feeling buddy?” Katara asked, smiling as she swirled the eggs with chopsticks.
“Rough.” He mumbled
“Go wash your face or something. It’ll help.”
Zuko made some sort of grumbling grunt and shuffled to the bathroom. He had not abandoned his coffee mug.
They ate and when Katara took Appa out, Zuko cleaned up. She was surprised that she found him ready to leave when she returned.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I have to get some things done.”
Katara stayed quiet as she knelt down to unclip Appa’s leash. Once free, Appa bounded away to his water bowl. She watched the dog’s shaggy body wiggle as he lapped greedily, making the bowl jump on the rubber mat.
A pale hand came into view and Katara took it. Her hand still held the leash, so she looked down as once again she was awkwardly fumbling.
Then she saw the hand.
“Or are you meeting someone?” Katara asked slyly.
“What do you mean?”
Katara, still holding Zuko’s hand, held it up with a broad grin.
“You got your mark!” She said excitedly. As happy as she knew she was, her hangover made her stomach sour and it felt like an empty pit.
“Are you serious?” Zuko blurted.
Not wanting to see his face, Katara looked at their clasped hands.
“It looks like a wave of fire.” Zuko said.
“I know.” Katara whispered, seeing the exact same mark.
And no curling arrow.
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I hope people, despite everything, are able to get out there and vote if they are able. Because Texas rn is making that super hard across the county lines.
also, the big city near me now has their mobile morgue set up. So cool, that’s a thing.
I don’t think of this election as a who’s gonna lead for the next few years (if you can call what trump does as leadership - more like gm management).
It’s come down to, “Let’s have a vote on who believes in the economists and scientists know what they’re doing.” and a bunch of people are going to go, “Well, I follow a bunch of FB people who say vaccines are poison, so the MDs and the virologists are all with big pharma.
The republican ads in my area are legit scary as fuck. They run with the line, “We MUST get our economy open! OPN BUSINSS! OPN EVITHING! NOW TODAY! DO IT! BREATH ON A OLD PERSON, YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!”
They’re nuts. Absolutely out of their minds. No plan, no regulations, no regard for the lasting effects of consequences with irresponsible and erratic actions. Just “OPN”. Pack your waiting rooms and lobbies, fill everything beyond capacity, stack people on top of each other indoors for dining.
Do they realize people will fall out of work if they hit a covid crash? Do they bypass that immunity for this virus, if you get that much, only endures 3 - 5 months. That reinfection and relapse are heavy factors, and a 1/3 of those that recover from covid live on as long-haulers; what recovery is manageable, we haven’t calculated yet.
I keep coming back to the spanish flu, because flu pathogens like rhinovirus and variants of flu, do grant immunity for a sequence of 10 months, to a year, to a lifetime. But covid, for whatever reason, is very elusive and can escape T-cells in the immune response, from recognizing it. The Spanish flu stole away 650,000 American people in the span of 2 years, due to 2 years being the time period for an adequate sterilization immunity forming in the general population.
Worst of all, we know that corona virus can affect a person systemically - it can leave survivors with severe neurological impairment, it can destroy external limbs such as fingers, toes, arms, or legs - it can decimate internal organs. Due in part to its affects on red blood cells, and depriving them of hemoglobin essential to oxygen transportation.
And people are out here siding with trump, because they think he’s good for the economy. It’s baffling. How can people believe a science denying, super spreader, is good for the economy. trumps rallies have decimated the health of so many states, because people flocked across state lines to have an erection for him. Some even developed hypothermia. And there are nuts just out here, electing this inept plank of wood, because they themselves are so bad at science and calculus.
People have no idea how bad its going to get.
#coronavirus#VOTE#2020#Vote Blue#Vote Democrat#economy#health#science#doctors#virologist#Dr. Anthony Fauci#Joe Biden#Kamala Harris#spanish flu#clovid19#covid-19#corona#corona virus
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Locked Inside
The numbness came first.
Not cold, but the absence of anything she could feel. It settled over her in a way that should have been suffocating- but it wasn't. She took no breaths, and still she felt no pain. All she could do was look out, *see* everything this ill-formed (perfect) copy of her did.
The horror came upon her slowly. First, when her reindeer came to this *things* call. Growing as it stopped by a shop to buy candies for the children- just as she had planned to do. And then. And then-
It turned her stomach, seeing this thing say the things it needed to to soothe Evith's worries. Make the appologies Matiese would have made.
That was the first time she cried in the gem, almost wishing she needed rest, to sleep away this nightmare, but- no. She couldn't. And... she wouldn't. Consequences weren't always life and death and she would live with this one, as a hatred for the man who did this burned in her soul. She wanted to catalogue each deed this copy made, make him pay for each violation of her life.
In the morning, the copy called the children *hers*, and Matiese's hatred faltered the smallest bit. What would it mean, to go after him, if she led these children down that same path? The thought nagged at her, as the group journeyed to the vault, as her copy gently *mothered* her companions in that way Matiese did- so perfectly and yet- there was the rub. It did so *perfectly*. The thought of what she could do to stop Onyx- a way to kill her if they had no better ideas- and it was *her thought* a plan she could not dent having and yet perhaps she shouldn't have. What did it say about her that the thought was accepted by her companions?
And in the depths of the vault facing that- that thing she could not identify, something far more powerful than she, for a second time. Her copy knew her motivations, knew the words to say even here where Matiese expected the betrayal. When the betrayal didn't come there, amidst the gold, Matiese almost wondered if it would come at all, if perhaps this planned torture would be a lifetime watching this double live her life.
But she was luckier than that- luckier and unluckier all at once, when she saw Manshun, or perhaps a copy of him, waiting, a smiling mask over his face and she knew there was a smile underneath as well. A smirk on his lips as he gave the order and she watched her copy obey, striking at a man she called her friend, a man she trusted with her life. And she could see, just on the edges of her sight, her companions, the doubt and confusion in their eyes. Hessitation.
And she knew there was a chance that hessitation would be enough to spell their deaths.
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I hate this time of year everyear its trash. Family arguing and being immature so i cant have them. Feel so segregated. Wanted a good day but a comment frim the beggining of the day just already brought me down. Cant be fake happy when i feel incomplete. Like shit is it hard for someone to just understand meh i been expressrd this before. About this time of year. But maybe it just doesn’t matter. Evither way ill be fine in a couple days and deal with this again next February. Just a repetitive cycle for half my life. Love being in a broken world where i still dont feel truely loved or accepted.
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i love you, is what zeiya wants to say.
if they knew it was love. if they could be sure that this feeling was love.
i care for you?
maybe. it'd be closer to the truth, anyways.
zeiya glances over, lets aer eyes study the masked face. tan cheeks rest under decorated mask, a crisscross of scars running from cheekbone to chin. a pair of plush, thin lips purse pensively.
evith looks out into the sunset. under the mask, zeiya imagines a wistful expression, eyes soft and watching, almost innocent.
innocent. how hilarious.
"hey, zeiya," evith murmurs. her lips barely move, voice hardly spoken, as though it's a thought that managed to wrest itself from her lips without her permission.
"yeah?"
a pause. hesitation. almost as though she didn't mean to speak in the first place.
for a moment, zeiya thinks that the other will shrug it off, laugh, nevermind, and continue their peace.
"what are we?"
what are we.
"i was just thinking the same thing."
"i don't know if i love you."
"i could say the same."
"but i care for you."
"and i, you."
"what does that mean?"
and zeiya shrugs, turns their eyes back to the horizon at the same time evith's leave it to look at them.
"i'm not sure."
but zeiya's heart aches, deeply, repeatedly.
"but... evith, i want to be with you forever."
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OK I’m sorry for sharing this again but I am having genuine fun with this name generator.
“Stesler Roth, Whaylie Evavson, Too Jayns, Ainsevler Ravams, Stivdy Evith, Chiryl Rilor, Stoer Tiberts, Chiie Jans, Wheser Thoth”
so goony, I love it.
#nonsensebees#uhhh I really do need to get a tag..#6kbsCivGame#I have done a lot of coding today#WAIT#I could use a generated name for it#Steryl Jaams#there was a couple of names I shared in the first one#I'll go see
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hi coco! um i hope this isn’t a weird thing to ask but i also f/o alhaitham just like you do! is it okay for me to interact with you if we share the same f/o? i know some people aren’t okay with it and you post about him a lot so i find it kind of intimidating to interact >\\\< please ignore me if this ask made you uncomfortable!!
awieee non-non ! of Course t’s okies if u were to interact wif mi ♡
in fact , it would make mi so so sooo happies if u did ! ! ! i wub making fwens w others who selfship w haithie — jus seeing how much he’s adored by these ppl makes me so incredibly giddy n happie n n n ! ! ! ! ! ! yea :3 bonding over our shared love for a character is quite beautiful in m eyes ! so pwease dn’t be afraid to chat w mi , even if t’s abt ur selfship wif him ! ! i am so nosy n i wnt to hear Evithing … kekeke
but . aaah . m rllie rllie sorrie if all m blabbering abt al haitham intimidates u ~ it isnt my intention at all i pwomise ૮ ๑´ ᵔ `๑ ྀིა i care abt him so much n it is hard 4 mi to zip m lips abt him , but j as much as i wuv him , i wuv making friends who wuv him like i do ! !
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Research- Frank Frazetta
American fantasy and science fiction artist, noted for comic books, paperback book covers, paintings, posters, LP record album covers and other media.His work reminds me of tarot cards in way that each of his pieces has a meaning to it. He use Ilustrator to create his work. His work is similar to mine because it has characters evither about to do something or has done something and they are looking at the audience.
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You've befriended the dragon of your dreams! Describe this dragon in detail
WHAT this is the best ask i’ve ever gotten holy shit
okay so,,, i have this dragon statue sitting on my desk, it is now my Dragon Friend, details under the cut because i went overkill
Her name is Evith, a proud beast, as any self-respecting dragonshould be, but not beyond kindness or companionship. Loyal to a fault andpossessive of anything she considers hers, Evith will defend those she loves tothe death.
Her scales and the membranes of her wings are green, the colorof fresh grass, that slowly forms a gradient to the yellow-green of herunderbelly. Two wide frills frame her jaw, lying flat against her head, butcome forward when she is threatened or irritable. Her eyes are golden, thecolor of treasure, glittering like stars with mirth and cunning. Two verticalhorns sprout up from her head just above them, white as bone. Spines traildown her back like little mountains, red as blood and sharp as blades. Her tailends in an arrowhead shape, a weapon in and of itself, like her talons andteeth.
She lays in the sun, cold-blooded as she is, for hours on end,and only moves to eat or fly or swim or clean her scales until they shine. Shesharpens her claws on trees, grinds down her teeth on giant plates of metal.She loves music, she hoards anything that catches her eye, she is suspicious ofanyone she hasn’t met yet, but if you prove to her you mean no harm, she willtolerate you. She might even become a friend.
Evith is vicious and beautiful; haughty and devoted; a hoarder, awarrior, a defender, a companion, and a friend.
And she only comes up to my shoulder.
#thank u for sending this anon ilysm#im tagging this as writing because fuck u#my writing#dragon#dragon council#mystery dragon
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