𝘽͟𝘼͟𝙉͟𝙂͟ 𝘽͟𝘼͟𝙉͟𝙂 , I hit the ground
𝘽͟𝘼͟𝙉͟𝙂͟ 𝘽͟𝘼͟𝙉͟𝙂 , that awful sound
𝘽͟𝘼͟𝙉͟𝙂͟ 𝘽͟𝘼͟𝙉͟𝙂 , my baby shot me down —
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" that… actually heals .ᐣ to what extent .ᐣ "
"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."
he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.
"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
" well, back then, before the war, we had refrigerators. Those could create ice. how… do you do it .ᐣ "
" that… actually heals .ᐣ to what extent .ᐣ "
" well, back then, before the war, we had refrigerators. Those could create ice. how… do you do it .ᐣ "
he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."
"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
to the world, she was the General—too accustomed to functioning within hierarchies, perhaps. lost in thought, until she… noticed what his hands were doing.
" ... please tell me you’re 𝗻𝗼𝘁 radioactive. "
" well, back then, before the war, we had refrigerators. Those could create ice. how… do you do it .ᐣ "
to the world, she was the General—too accustomed to functioning within hierarchies, perhaps. lost in thought, until she… noticed what his hands were doing.
" ... please tell me you’re 𝗻𝗼𝘁 radioactive. "
he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.
"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
" all my jokes are good. though, for now, only you and my daughter seem to find them amusing. "
to the world, she was the General—too accustomed to functioning within hierarchies, perhaps. lost in thought, until she… noticed what his hands were doing.
" ... please tell me you’re 𝗻𝗼𝘁 radioactive. "
" all my jokes are good. though, for now, only you and my daughter seem to find them amusing. "
"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."
he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
" 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦—𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 " she whispered the word, raising her eyebrows.
" all my jokes are good. though, for now, only you and my daughter seem to find them amusing. "
" 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦—𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 " she whispered the word, raising her eyebrows.
he said, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the counter, looking at her.
"hmm. . .don't know, what do ya call it?"
he asked, a grin on his face as he raised a brow upwards in curiosity.
" 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦—𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 " she whispered the word, raising her eyebrows.
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ㅤㅤ 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍.ᐣ
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𝙁𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧.
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ㅤㅤ 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍.ᐣ
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
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doomed adoptive parent. that's it. it's just a whole different type of hurt and I love it.
trope as a consumer ?
I’ll start. Sacrificial Big Brothers
Always moves me no matter the show, big brothers who put themselves on the line so that their younger brother wouldn’t have to. They die under a villains mask but was always a hidden hero.
Joanna Weatherby, last scion of House Weatherby. Former mercenary, paladin, and champion of Lady Alicia Scarlett, Archfey of the Hunt.
Joanna Weatherby, last scion of House Weatherby. Former mercenary, paladin, and champion of Lady Alicia Scarlett, Archfey of the Hunt.
Jonathan Nikolai. Ex-Cop. Diner Owner. Tired Dad. Psychokinetic Telepath
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Jonathan Nikolai. Ex-Cop. Diner Owner. Tired Dad. Psychokinetic Telepath
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it takes her a second — she looks up, and recognizes the plastic piece of plant hanging over their heads.
" oh... 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. I... I don't know. I guess it... belongs to simpler times. "
she clears her throat, trying not to think about how hot her ears felt right now.
zach blushes a soft hue of reds , taking the cigarette from his lip .
“ . . still believe in this ? “
there’s an embarrassed grin on his face , averting his eyes a bit .
it takes her a second — she looks up, and recognizes the plastic piece of plant hanging over their heads.
" oh... 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. I... I don't know. I guess it... belongs to simpler times. "
she clears her throat, trying not to think about how hot her ears felt right now.