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tell me something soft

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returning to report i have decided that kaeya, drunk at stupid o'clock in the morning getting ready for bed, is. brat. von dutch and apple specifically. thank you for your time

kaeya doing his morning routine to bad romance send post

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kaeya doing his morning routine to bad romance send post

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YOU KNOW WHAT'S COMING

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Ides of March 2025 is going to be a fucking blast because it will have been 2069 years since Caesar's death day

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Rest in peace ❌ Rest in pieces ✅

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HI IM ALIVE IM BACK I DIDN'T COMPLETELY DISINTERGRATE FEAR NOT !! i wish i had a better explanation for my prolonged vanishing off the face of the earth but unfortunately literally anything i could say boils down to 'busy :((' bUT WHATEVER WE'RE HERE NOW AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS !!! HERE PLEASE TAKE THIS FINAL CHAPTER OF RAGBROS BULLSHIT I ADORE THEM DEARLY VOILA ENJOY!!!! :DDD

Summary:

'A Cavalry Captain walks into a bar and immediately slams a few thousand mora on the counter.

“Give me however much this’ll buy,” he says, and quite frankly, he looks horrendous. So much so it’s a bit strange, actually, Diluc thinks as he bends to pick up the coins that’ve toppled onto his feet in the process.

For one, he smells something between a ditch and a river. Probably both, given he also happens to be half caked in mud and various splatterings of bruises, and the lot of it seems to purple under the warm tavern lamplight as he smacks his forehead against the wood, "I don't care what, just make it strong."

The bottle of dandelion wine goes clunking back to the shelf, "Fire-water mixer?"

"Perfect."

or

kaeya has a habit of ending up at angel's share. not that it's deliberate, of course'

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HI IM ALIVE (vaguely) (more akin to a glass shell emitting strange buzzing noises in the corner of a crowded room) WITH A C H A P T E R WHEEEE

Summary:

'A Cavalry Captain walks into a bar and immediately slams a few thousand mora on the counter.

“Give me however much this’ll buy,” he says, and quite frankly, he looks horrendous. So much so it’s a bit strange, actually, Diluc thinks as he bends to pick up the coins that’ve toppled onto his feet in the process.

For one, he smells something between a ditch and a river. Probably both, given he also happens to be half caked in mud and various splatterings of bruises, and the lot of it seems to purple under the warm tavern lamplight as he smacks his forehead against the wood, "I don't care what, just make it strong."

The bottle of dandelion wine goes clunking back to the shelf, "Fire-water mixer?"

"Perfect."

or

kaeya has a habit of ending up at angel's share. not that it's deliberate, of course'

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"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????

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scurvy has got to have one of the biggest disease/treatment coolness gaps of all time. like yeah too much time at sea will afflict you with a curse where your body starts unraveling and old wounds come back to haunt you like vengeful ghosts. unless☝️you eat a lemon

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at least i'll die trying

hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

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ughghmmm hullo !!!! i am in Need of forming a reasonable sleep schedule that seems to unravel at the seams the moment i even attempt it but like?!?!? whhoopdeedoo new chapter !!?!? its Them :))))

Summary:

'A Cavalry Captain walks into a bar and immediately slams a few thousand mora on the counter.

“Give me however much this’ll buy,” he says, and quite frankly, he looks horrendous. So much so it’s a bit strange, actually, Diluc thinks as he bends to pick up the coins that’ve toppled onto his feet in the process.

For one, he smells something between a ditch and a river. Probably both, given he also happens to be half caked in mud and various splatterings of bruises, and the lot of it seems to purple under the warm tavern lamplight as he smacks his forehead against the wood, "I don't care what, just make it strong."

The bottle of dandelion wine goes clunking back to the shelf, "Fire-water mixer?"

"Perfect."

or

kaeya has a habit of ending up at angel's share. not that it's deliberate, of course'

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girl why the hell WEREN'T you at the devil's sacrament 👀 that's three sacraments in a row you've missed 👀 👀 👀

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Unby spin

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There is no shame in loving without abandon. ✌️❤️

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