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ok hi.    making this post more official but i do not trust this rpc tbh and g*nshin has been pissing me off continuously for the past couple of months so like   T____T   i’m likely going to remake and only write my muses with trusted friends  /  mutuals and increase my selectivity.    much love.

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i think we should all reject mhy designs and simply make our own. anyways. my kaveh looks like this btw

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ah yes my favorite completely human totally normal harbinger capitano

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new oc abt to drop

edit: his name is louis batra :)

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SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

feel free to elaborate as much as possible !

Who is the most affectionate?

Who initiates the handholding?

Who worries more for the other?

Who is more likely to ask for help?

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Who introduced the other to their family first?

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

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Dark Souls III - Darkeater Midir

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asmaros voice claim AND asmaroscore  .......

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asmaros harbinger design real ( also ft @ruinedheart’s albedo )

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hey so.    hurricane ian is coming for my city and it is expected that the high winds + flooding will knock out power so.....?    in anticipation for that if my power goes out expect my activity to drop for the next couple of days T____T

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oh i forgot to say . i updated this btw

g-d. where is my dottore and victor frankenstein venn diagram 

the amari of november 2021 was so foul for this actually

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i’m thinking abt asmaros and also aldrich from ds3 a lot recently and like   ...   haha how fucked up would it be if i made it to where asmaros is literally consuming the remaining life force of dead gods in order to become more powerful,  given their ultimate goal is to become an entity powerful enough to slaughter any and all gods.    ^________^

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“    you weren’t here for it,  but i had two visitors today.    ”     it’s spoken from the comfort of his seat and inbetween sips of evening coffee    /    said with a certain timbre in his voice that suggests irritance,  but an acclimated one.     (   you’ve been living together for so long,  now.    it’s only natural to grow used to those little flaws,  even if it is a nuisance.   )      

“    akademiya came by.    two herbads sent by one of the sages themselves.    they said there was an incident in port ormos and you were on the scene.    they even asked me to keep an eye on you.    ”     a line is drawn on paper,  perfect,  without need of a ruler.    they look up,  now,  craning their head to look over to him.     “    mind telling me what you’ve been up to this time?    ”

for @fatedriven​​,  al-haitham.    (  ✧ *  )

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ruinedheart​.   *

it was utterly fascinating. he admires the fallen limb with a morbid sort of curiosity, treats it like the work of art albedo know it to be. it’s warm still — the memory of life lingers in each unmoving digit, the tenacious ghost of a puppet’s spirit keeping it from fading away. a moment of creation with no trace of humanity, an object given false life; albedo stares at the discarded hand and feels a strange sort kinship with it.

❛  you’ll be reconnecting it, correct?  ❜ and there is no sign of embarrassment / of subtlety / kreideprinz recklessly crosses the distance and stands before the fatui’s harbinger without a drop of fear to his stature. ❛  how will you go about it? would you allow me the opportunity to witness the process?  ❜ as if they were some mystifying artifact / a beauty of the maccabe / albedo offers the dismembered hand the way one would offer a rose ( ignore how his hand tightens, ignore how jaw clenches, ignore how the creature of chalk becomes enamored with the lifeless limb of a falsified body. ) ❛  it’d make for a wonderful reference.  ❜

it’s a strange thing,  isn’t it?    to be exalted as something higher than the discarded creation of god   /   a useless imitation of eternity.    the facades of veneration are ones he sees in subordinates fearful of losing their heads and adversaries groveling when faced with the aimless wrath he masters.    not even the doctor has conveyed such adoration  ───  at least,  not in any way that matters to him.    but the alchemist stares like he is helplessly captivated and something about that leaves him bewildered and silent.     (    reverence makes a nice look on him,  you think,  and if a heart lied behind your false limbs,  maybe it would’ve fluttered at the sight.    )

“    …  of course i’ll be reconnecting it.    ”     he speaks like it's obvious before going quiet again,  staring back at albedo with something like caution.    he takes back what is his,  inhales sharp.      “    and sure.    it’s not that special,  but i’ll let you watch.    ”

it shouldn’t feel like a ceremony or performance,  but albedo’s eyes stay on him and it feels as though he should make a show of it.    so he does.    the dismembered hand is exhibited once more,  and then,  the wrist where it should be attached   /   resembles more doll joint than wrist,  really.    it’s brought to the wrist,  put back into place   /   sparks of electro sputter around it,  embracing it’s return home.    and then,  nothing more.    hand is raised up as if to display it,  feeling life return into the limb and moves his fingers,  testing motor function.    a look to albedo,  now,  expectant.     “    well?    there.    that was it.    nothing fuckin’ special about it.    ”

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g-d. where is my dottore and victor frankenstein venn diagram 

the amari of november 2021 was so foul for this actually

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much love to every dottore va out there.    i physically cannot let go of my graverobber from repo voice claim and also victor frankenstein from the frankenstein musical 

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“    you are the last person i expected to find injured.    ”     he admits,  gently   /   with something like slight amusement in his tone.     (   how often is the captain the one stained with someone else’s blood and then their own?   how long ago was it that someone had successfully cut into them?    it almost makes you smile   /   almost makes you laugh;  have you come to believe itself untouchable?   )     of course not.    as much of a blessing   /   as much of a damnation the abyss is,  ensuring complete and total endurance is too kind for it.

there is a pause,  and then pierro’s hand reaches upward,  undoing the belts securing his mask,  exposing his true face.    one hand holds his mask and the other goes to his mouth,  exposing his fangs   /   sinking deep into the soft flesh of his palm.    dark blood flows,  forsaking its master,  and the open wound is offered to the other like it is sacrament.    the smell of iron hangs strong and pungent in the air,  beckoning the captain to take.

“    go on.    eat.    ”

for @heavenlyprinciples,  capitano.    (  ✧ *  )    hey look its vampire shit you love this sort of thing right

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@fatedriven​ hey. hey. get online