Diplomacy, Alchemy, and more.

Inactive, I mostly just use my personal blog now (concentratedrambling.tumblr.com), it'd be my main if tumblr LET ME CHANGE MAINS

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this post is as unorganized as my sleep schedule 

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VOLLI GETS HER OWN POST TO WISH YOU A GREAT DAY

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LOOK AT HER, I LOVE HER

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More fish goblins! 

@twitchycekke @domainofthegamer @concentratedmagnificence

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AAAAAA LOOKIT EM! Mersura are becoming my favorite things oh my gosh

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actual stages of shipping

stage 1: aww hey theyd be cute together mannn what if they kissed that would be so rad ///u///

stage 2: what if they..... maDE OUT. what if they FUCKED

stage 4: ok but what if they talked about their feelings? what if one of them got hurt and the other one got worried and THEN they fucked wouldn't that be grand

stage 5: aw shit can u imagine them getting married aw shit good shit gOOD SHIT

stage 6: kill them. kill one of them. kill the other one. give one of them permanent amnesia. make one have to kill the other. have them fuck and then feel horrible about it. have them ONLY fuck and nothing else. give one of them alzheimer's. muRD E R TH EM

stage 7: wouldnt *sniff* wouldnt it be nice to *snuffle* to see them *blows into a tissue* see them h a p p y

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I get a lot of questions about these two so here’s the most accurate depiction

@damioroncartia

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he seems quite malcontent

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Logging into tumblr during the great asura tiddy debate like:

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Relevant again but for a different topic

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@dothunter‘s Keggin and @concentratedmagnificence‘s Kiza ♥♥

I kinda fell in love with both of them…

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lookit these two nerds~ Back when they were a couple, Kiza would never relent in her teasing and she relished every moment of it! 

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Wintersday Stream Requests!

@naxxiblogfuntime @twitchycekke @concentratedmagnificence

If you requested the Wintersday explosion, let me know so I can tag you!

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100% precious, I’d buy that golem sweater in a heartbeat if it existed

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A couple older sketches from a monthish ago? Something like that. Never got around to uploading. Similar scenes of Flennt running into a couple friends in the Chantry and having a chatter with them. Mostly done for practice of scene depiction and body language.

Ofc Flennt is mine, Bizkk in the first picture is to @adurolobe and Volli in the second to @concentratedmagnificence

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Gosh this still looks so nice, lookit the precious (semisad in Volli’s case) babs, love it~ Postures are 10/heckin10

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something something obligatory first milestone post confetti WEE

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20 for Kiza!

((So maybe it’s not a micro story. Fight me.))Footsteps echoed across a spacious, near empty lab, its lone occupant pacing slowly throughout the complex. Much of the equipment was turned on, with gemstones floating, glowing, and that ambient hum so often associated with asuran tech nearly drowning out the pacing asura. She had been accompanied and monitored greatly throughout her first tour of the facility she was to be using. It was not an inquest complex, and Kiza was not here on inquest business. Her reputation, however, was known to those in current control of the lab.It took much convincing for some space, she needed it to work properly, and with time, she got it, left to her own devices, and a plethora of notes regarding a rather specific Orrian artifact, and more notably, the beast it released. The alchemist’s ears twitched, hanging low as she examined one such console full of whatever details were available. It had been her fourth time checking it in the past thirty-minutes.Claws tapped gently against the holographic panel as she switched functions, this time to observation. The entire lab came up on screen. Each corridor, room, closet, in its own individual segment. Each one was empty. The others truly had cleared out. A heavy breath left Kiza’s lips, and her stiff posture lowered, slumped, hand drifting from the console.Alone, finally she was completely, assuredly alone. It bore little solace to the asura, save for the privacy provided by such. Perhaps being alone was not the best of ideas, as now it simply re-opened fresh wounds, reminding her of those she had lost. Tomorrow was Lhenn’s birthday. It came as a sharp reminder once every year, and cut all the deeper with her far more recent loss. Volli was nowhere to be found. She had been informed by others that the agent, her daughter, had been consumed by the very shadow beast she now studied. Absorbed into the dark, shapeless entity. Was there a potential of her survival? Yes. Though the odds did not favor her. When did they ever?One child dead from years back, another might soon, or already has, joined them. That left her with potentially one. One who was, at this moment, potentially throwing their life away in a drunken stupor. A deep, shuddering sigh escaped the alchemist’s lips as the thoughts forcibly buried themselves into her mind, burrowing and cutting without mercy. Her prosthetic lowered, gripping the side of a console as her knees buckled slightly, propping herself up as her other, organic hand clamped to her mouth, body giving a weak shudder. Where did she go wrong? Did she go wrong at all? Or was this some sort of karmic retribution? Fate? Terrible luck? There was no answer. She did not expect one.

The doors to the lab clicked shut. A sob escaped, heard by no one. None were allowed to see her like this. None were to see the worries, the pain, what she classified as weakness. Most others would see it as certainly justified, in this situation, yet to her it was a further stain, shame. Her body lowered, supported up only by the tight grip her prosthetic kept on the nearby equipment. Eyes clenched shut, ears pulled back. Was there hope for this situation? Could this, could anything be salvaged? She was just barely beginning to regain contact with a child of hers, and they are forcibly taken from her. Why could she never seem to ahve the one thing she valued most? Not power, not fame, not academic recognition. She simply wanted her family. Time and time again, it was taken from her.

 Alone. It felt cold. She would pull herself back together in time. Resume her work, and none others would be the wiser to her moment. She would continue to be stubborn, blunt, commanding, as expected. But for now she remained alone, both a blessing and a curse. This was going to be a long night, for better or for worse.

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Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)

don’t leave 

this was a mistake

[I] trusted [you]

one chance

help

illusion

silent fury

sunbathing

falling

righteous

drastic

candles

too loud

overgrown

trembling hands

in dreams

empty

flinders

sea change

alone, finally

collapse

nap

sated

tender

senseless

how dare [you]

hide

something about [them]

sweat

harsh whisper

breeze

dust motes

saccharine

bauble

filthy

total control

defy

soak

accursed

pet

comfort food

savior

undone

cheap

svelte

shimmer

crave

rampage

nightfall

accost

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Okay! Now that I got stuff out of the way, I’d love to do this. You can totally specify characters, if you want–otherwise, I’ll just go for it.

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33 for Kiza and Volli! :^) Also I was wondering if they have any relatives or than each other

I’m a lazy butt so stealing the answer for Kiza from another ask answer a while ago~33:Concept of home and family?Kiza: Home and family are -very- important to Kiza. As in, they more or less make up the core of her values and what she is. Everything she does, she does for family. Each action intended to benefit them, or improve Tyria for them to live in. She holds her progeny dear to her heart, above everything else. Lovers, work, you name it, she values her children above them. She may be fiercely loyal to the inquest, but should her position in such threaten her progeny’s safety, she would be out without a second thought.

Volli: Is a bit less solid on the concept of home and family. She’s been very up and down on her thoughts on such. As a progeny, she greatly loved and valued her mother, and time spent with family. It was always fun, and just, something she absolutely loved. Growing up she ended up outright isolating Kiza, and, really -really- forsaking that side of her life. She actively avoided her mother, and only rarely spoke to her sister. It’s something she’s trying to repair now, but lots of damage has been done, and it’s a long road. Gotta start somewhere though, right? She’s learning to value the idea much more once again.

As for whether or not they have other relatives, yes they do! Kiza has an elder sister by the name of Plaxxa. The two hold an amicable relationship, though Plaxxa is a recluse from most of society, and generally avoids contact with others. She also has a daughter, or in Volli’s case, younger sister by the name of Janiss (not played by me actually). Janiss has quite the attitude. She’s stubborn much like her mother, and finds herself quite under the same vices. That said, she fiercely defends her independence, and currently has a stance of neutrality regarding the inquest. There’s one more immediate relative. Lhenn, between the age of Volli and Janiss. Unfortunately, however, he passed away after only a few years on tyria.

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@twitchycekke It’s that festive time of the year again

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So I got bored and made a thing

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Volli Journal Entry 10

(Wow 2 journal entries in 2 days, still -way- behind though, woops)

54, Colossus, 1329 AE

Eternal alchemy, my mind is in an absolute hectic whirl right now. Things had begun to calm within the concordat. There were moments of enjoyment, and while there were still operations, there always are, all was progressing well! Emphasis on was. Now things are...chaotic, to say the least.  We’d begun work on locating and retrieving an artifact. Standard stuff initially. After all, when -isn’t- the priory or affiliates with them artifact hunting? Though it was not long before the first warning signs emerged. Rather, disturbing stories of past owners, and what had happened to them. Apparent mental manipulations that occurred, and persisted, simply from being in its presence. Some magisters even outright implored us to not seek it, and simply let it be. But, still, we persisted. Though I did admittedly request we simply use golems to fetch and secure the artifact. It was ignored, and I don’t really have the heart to say ‘I told you so’. We found the artifact, and shortly after doing so, well, we lost the Archon. Sylvia Frost, the now late leader of the Concordat. She was killed in action by..whatever it is that was released from it. I’m assuming something from torment, or some other forsaken corner of the mists. I wish I could describe it, but, unfortunately, I myself had been rendered unconscious shortly before it was released. Regardless, whatever it was, it’s loose, it’s killed our leader, and it’s after the rest of us. Hopefully, it’s stuck in orr, where it was uncovered. Just one more monstrosity there among the thousands. But, some say it may be actively pursuing us. I’m, quite honestly, unsure what to do. Everyone mourning will certainly have to wait until this is resolved, but none of us even have the slightest clue on where to begin. I may have not known Sylvia too much myself, but, she was a leader, and greatly influential to many others. It’s a heavy blow, and..it’s uncertain who will take up her place. It may very well be Dhyssi, though I am uncertain. If that beast hunts leaders, I certainly don’t want her in such a position, but, simultaneously, I can’t think of any better fits for the roles, especially considering most others who could take up such a responsibility are, well, hardly in a position to lead, after suffering the loss. They were all very close to her. I still retain hope that a solution shall be found. We’re a very intelligent, clever organization. We thrive on combating such strange situations, but we’ve never suffered losses this significant, never been this without direction on where to even begin. I can’t help but feel some uncertainty, and some fear due to that. I suppose for now, all we can do is wait and see, and do what we can.

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Kiza Journal Entry 02

((Yeah there was actually a 01. I think I wrote it like, uh...when I first made this blog? Gosh I’m terrible at continuing things. This journal entry might as well be a new 01 but EH)) 53, Colossus, 1329 AE

Much has happened since I last added an entry to this thought log. Tempted as I am to retroactively fill in for such occurrences, I’m quite sure such goes against the very idea of a journal in the first place. I am to vent out my current thoughts, and by the whorls of the eternal alchemy, do I have them in plentiful supply.  Such should be a given, of course, but these are not simply the thoughts of future projects, experiments, or subject acquisition (Though admittedly they do still take up a portion of my thoughts. They always do.), rather of current events. Some positive, others, troublesome to say the very least. Even the positive occurrences have origins in less than pleasant circumstance, though I suppose one could say that is a common theme of my work.

Now, where to start? The good or the bad? Perhaps both. I’ve been promoted by the division lead to a supervisory position. Such is something I have worked towards for some time, and it is certainly beneficial to see my skills acknowledged. However, this position only opened up due to the loss of the past supervisor, and not through something standard and mundane such as a lab accident leaving them inoperable or dead. No. Far worse. He was a traitor. An agent of the order of whispers infiltrating our division, and earning the trust of those within it. We are still in the process of assessing any damages, and the extent of how much information may have been stolen or compromised. 

Actions like this are what disgust me. Leave me upset and appalled to no end. How is it that these deceivers, these traitors to their race get lauded as heroes? All this order does is steal our information, -our- hard work for their own benefit! We develop the technology, we do what needs to be done, despite the unappealing process, and they simply steal and reap the rewards! We’re treated like criminals for doing what we do, despite if we hadn’t, they would have nothing to take. Tyria’s technology would be decades behind what it is now, and likely, all would have perished long ago. Yet -we’re- the villains. Disgusting. I eagerly await the day I can expose such blatant hypocrisy.

The agent’s sudden betrayal and departure left one operative, quite damaged. She was his partner, and with no warning, he was gone, with me only coming across later to try and put together the pieces. It has been met with mixed results, and I believe that the operative left behind, Zixa, has a long ways to go before she fully recovers. If such is possible in the first place. An agent broke the trust and heart of someone who felt close to them. They, and more specifically, the order they reside in, are considered a great boon to Tyria. What madness has the world come to? They simply take. They take our research, take our projects and credit, and for some time, they took one of my progeny and destroyed her trust in myself. Such is only now beginning to mend, and even then, she’s held deep within their snares.

Bah, regardless, I believe that is enough venting on such, undesirable topics. There are still more thoughts in my mind to release, and I believe now would be appropriate for something more positive. One greatly notable thing in that regard would be the fact that, some time ago, after the previous events, Zixa and myself entered a professional agreement binding by contract. We are to spend at least one night weekly simply attending to one another’s needs. It was brought up by Zixa as a way to allow the venting of stress in current times, allowing for higher morale, and thus, a higher work efficiency. Such has certainly been noted, and it is pleasant that from the beginning, it was laid out that any interactions are to be for the benefit of work, and not interfere in any way. This is a purely professional agreement, with no emotional ties intended. Simply, to mutually benefit and allow for better productivity. Regardless, it is very appreciated, and a much needed method of release. I don’t see the stress lessening anytime soon.

 These days are both trying and exciting. Opposition grows, and so too does opportunity, with more dragons growing active, and ley energy through the roof. Research potential is higher than it ever has been before. Things have been..difficult the past few years, with our meta-krewe suffering many losses, but, perhaps this could be the break we are looking for. Only time will tell.