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haven't abandoned this blog but i am currently over on guts @mogaita <3

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' You let me go before...are you here to kill me now? ' She asked the young Belmont, looking towards him. / for Richter? :D from Captain or Anne as I call her <3

@belnads / UNPROMPTED.

Richter stood before her, the Vampire Killer slack in his hand, the worn leather slick with blood—some his, some not. He watched her, his gaze tracing the remnants of her former self beneath the unnatural sheen of cold. There had been a time when she was flesh and fire, a warrior of the people, a guardian sworn to the nation she once bled for. The memory of that duty clung to her still, though twisted by the frozen curse that had stolen her name. He had seen it in the way she fought—not as a mindless beast, not as an instrument of Erzabet’s cruelty, but as something struggling against the shape forced upon her.

He could end it. He should. That was the way of things, was it not? Night creatures did not weep, did not yearn, did not change. And yet, she had. Richter had witnessed it with his own eyes, felt it in the way she turned against the dark master who had reshaped her, in the way she had fought not for conquest but for defiance. There had been something human in her still, something untouched by the frost that bound her form. To strike her down now would be an act of cruelty, not justice.

The wind howled through the ruins, curling around them like a spectre unseen. The ice that encased her fingers pulsed faintly, a breath of cold that coiled outward, but Richter did not flinch. He let the silence stretch between them, let the weight of choice settle into the marrow of the moment, and then—he let out a slow breath. The Vampire Killer fell slack at his side.

“You were a leader once,” he murmured, his voice carrying through the bitter wind. “A protector. I doubt that part of you ever truly died.” He took a step closer, his boots crunching over shattered frost, his expression unreadable save for the quiet understanding in his gaze. “You fought tonight. Not because you were commanded to. Not because of what was done to you. But because you chose to.” His voice softened, though his words carried no uncertainty. “That means something.”

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i need to make some sort of icon for each of my peeps but ... lazee ...

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𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚.

juste belmont.

ritcher belmont.

trevor belmont.

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥.

son gohan.

son goku.

son goten.

𝐣𝐨𝐣𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

jolyne cujoh.

jonathan joestar.

joseph joestar.

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧.

itadori yuuji.

satoru gojo.

zenin maki.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞.

roronoa zoro.

sanji vinsmoke.

yamato.

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"Someone in your past let you down." The doctor stated matter of fact, as he leant back in his Stillwater cell as Ambessa demanded information about the beast.

@shimmerreveck / UNPROMPTED.

The air in Stillwater is thick with the scent of brine and rust, the cold creeping in through the damp stone like an unwelcome guest. The cell is scarcely lit, a single oil lamp flickering between them, casting long shadows against the walls. Singed, bound in iron, does not shiver. He does not beg. He watches.

Ambessa is in no hurry to respond. She stands with the patience of a woman who has weathered storms far worse than the silence between them. When she finally speaks, her voice is quiet but unyielding, each word pressed into the air like the weight of a blade against flesh. "Disappointment is not so rare a thing, doctor. Nor is it always betrayal."

Her gaze does not waver, but there is something beneath the steel—something older, something worn smooth by time rather than sharpened by rage. "I have seen men fail under pressure, under duty, under the weight of their own ambition," she continues, her voice even. "Some because they were weak. Some because they did not understand what was asked of them. And some because they tried—and it was simply not enough." A pause, measured, as if she is considering whether or not to continue. Then, quieter, "That is its own kind of loss, is it not?"

The Medardas have never been afforded the luxury of failure. She was raised to lead, to command, to expect nothing less than absolute certainty from those who stood beside her. And yet—she has known what it is to look at someone and realize they will not become what they were meant to be. That they will falter. That they will let her down. Not out of malice. Not out of treachery. But because they could not rise to meet the weight of what she carried. She thought of her son, Kino, and felt something indescribable burn in her chest before she stifled the feeling as though she crushed it under foot.

She steps forward, just slightly, enough for the dim light to catch the gold of her armor, the sharp cut of her expression. "I do not resent them for it," she says at last. "But I do not forget it, either."

Ambessa, for her part, does not offer him the satisfaction of elaboration. Instead, she tilts her head, considering. "Tell me, doctor. Have you ever let someone down?"

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𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭.

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𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭.

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not me speedrunning through episode revenant and it's battlepass 4 days before it ends.

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x06 - “The Message Hidden Within the Pattern” ↳ “Protect the family.”

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I am going to do a massive undertaking in trying to make stuff for my muses.

I'll make a more official post, but if there are any muses you see on my list you would like to plot/ship with pls lemme know so I can add stuff to their page. :)

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WHY.

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Ambessa vs Vi

I would have loved to have seen them go at it with caitlyn then mel coming in to finish it off. I thought ambessa would be after vi's ass after act 2

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Wolves and Mothers // Both Have Sharp Teeth

House of Wolves My Chemical Romance | Oil and Water Arcane | questions & answers, #2 efb | The Dirt Under Your Nails Arcane | Mel's Letter to Her Mother League of Legends | Photo of a fawn laying beside a doe target | Welcome to Noxus League of Legends | I'm Glad My Mom Died Jeanette McCurdy | Die Your Daughter Susannah Joffe | Letter to His Father Franz Kafka

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle”

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If you want to interact with me and don’t, tell me why:

☹ I’m an anxious mess who’s too scared to approach people

⚠ I’m intimidated by your writing

⌚ I have no time right now and need to wait until I’m less busy

☯ I can’t see how our muses would meet/interact

✂ I sent you something and you never replied

✒ You’re mutuals only and you don’t follow me because I’m a side blog

✑ I’m a side blog and I’m worried you don’t know about my blog or don’t want to interact with a side blog

☢ Your rules intimidate me

❧ I feel like your blog is too organized compared to mine

☒ I’m worried my blog isn’t fancy enough for you

⌇ Your face claim makes me uncomfortable

✎ I can’t write long enough replies and don’t want to annoy you

☾ I feel like I bother people

⚔ Our headcanons don’t align to the point where our muses couldn’t interact

⚖ I see you interacting with a select group of people and am worried you don’t want to interact with new people

⚐ English isn’t my first language and that makes me nervous to approach people

✉ I don’t know how best to contact you

☆ Other: ____________ (write in your own reason)

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Cayde-6 Field Guide