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THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED.
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new blog is up! please follow me @grailhearted if you wish to continue interacting ;-p
new blog is up! please follow me @grailhearted if you wish to continue interacting ;-p
new blog is up! please follow me @grailhearted if you wish to continue interacting ;-p
new blog is up! please follow me @grailhearted if you wish to continue interacting ;-p
Okay yup. I'm gonna remake this blog so be on the look out for that (and also deleting this one).
On one hand archiving and remaking is a lot of work. On the other hand I literally break out in hives when I read my old writing, like my god, it absolutely reads like utter nonsense / drivel. Not to mention the atrocious grammar because half the time I rp when it's night here, so my brain enters pilot mode.
Well. It's either I remake or I delete all my posts and start from scratch 😋✌
dedeyed·
❝ it always shocks me to be reminded you think you have any influence over my life kotomine-san . ❞ he really was being rude , even by his own standards he was treating him badly . but truthfully , the old man was simply a pain to deal with . he always seemed to be around , seventeen years of a catholic-less fuyuki experience had softened him apparently .
❝ truly a tragedy , maybe i’ll give your replacement a message to pass on to you wherever you end up in fourty years , but for now i’d be happy to share some light recipes with you . ❞
“Oh? I feel differently. In fact, I believe you’d benefit from a positive male influence in your life. Or simply from an adult, whose mental age aligns with their passport. ” Translator’s note: he means Taiga and Kiritsugu.
“That being said. I am willing to forgive the sudden verbal attack. But not forget. No, no. I never forget, Emiya. And I’ll be sure to extend you the courtesy the next time life wears you down to a shell. “ He chuckles darkly. “In fact...I look forward to it.”
dedeyed·
❝ forgive me for being born after the sengoku period , ❞ he waved the priest off attempting to ignore the rest of his tangent . he didn’t mind being called spoiled , by all means he was , being orphaned was little inconvenience when you’ve been set up with the estate left to him by kiritsugu .
❝ if you’re urging me to marry your kid then gift me with your absence at least . then at least we could forget about having to reinforce the floors when you come to visit . ❞
The priest’s expression drops, no longer dripping of malevolence, but self-pity that is O-so unbecoming. Shirou had managed to get the better of him for once. And how DARE he insinuate he was fat? As if there was anything wrong with a middle-aged man with a little somethin-somethin around his middle.
“I see Kiritsugu has taught you well. You’re just as rude if not worse. However, I will not tolerate blatant discourtesy. I am the adult here, the authority. Do not treat me like one of your peers.”
No comment on the kid thing.
“I’d like to see what kind of shape you’re in when you’re my age. A tragedy I won’t be around to witness you grow old and lethargic. And 'fat' like me.”
@pcrdiseseekers replied: kiritsugu: don't even think about it.
“Or what? You’ll scratch me with those blunt nails? A butter knife is more threatening at this point. There is nothing to be ashamed of here, Kiritsugu. Your feline disposition is most enamoring compared to the rest of your parts — which, frankly, I find indigestible.”
dedeyed·
❝ i don’t know what you think you heard , but you need to stop eavesdropping on teenagers kotomine-san . ❞
“By today’s standards, yes. But back in the day most would be married, even raising children of their own at your age. That was the kind of unforgiving environment I was raised in. You’re certainly spoiled, Emiya. Consider yourself lucky. However, I’ve gotten off topic.”
“Actually, what I wanted to discuss was some of the offensive commentary you had made about me to Rin. I believe...You said I was fat, was it?”
“Hoh? International Cat Day, you say?”
I overheard what you said to Rin, Shirou. @dedeyed
𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 [ . . . ] 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 —-
#MALUSPUERUM. shinji matou of the typemoon franchise. focusing on the unlimited blade works route. rewritten to portray mental health in a more accurate light than nasu did. 18+ only due to dark and triggering themes. by knight (he/him, 28+)
Liminal Space Meme
Send me a random number for a starter/drabble with our characters in the setting of a liminal space #1-104 (some repeats, mostly taken from this list)
a playground at night
rest stops on highways
deep in the mountains
churches at night
abandoned 7/11’s
your bedroom at 5 am
hospitals at midnight
warehouses that smell like dust
lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore
empty parking lots
ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods
rooftops in the early morning
inside a dark cabinet
A pond on a roof
early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic schools during breaks
those little beaches right next to ferry docks
bowling alleys
a cornfield next to a country road
your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep laundromats at midnight
hospital waiting rooms
airports from midnight to 7am
cemeteries
abandoned penitentiaries
hilltops at night in full moonlight
empty barns
marshes
really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates
old stones and henge
the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it
train tracks that go through the middle of the woods
bridges
ancient places
stands of old growth forest rabbit paths off hiking tails
trails between the main ski hills
winter twilight
back allies between houses
logging roads
dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees
libraries before closing
anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise
the woods during a rainstorm
roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky
train stations after 10 PM
outside, right before a massive storm
the woods just after twilight
the beach in winter
the bottom of swimming pools
empty beaches when its snowing
back part of a library
late night empty streets
highways late at night
windy roads
windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road
abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes)
anywhere immediately after a really bad fight
little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts
the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am
firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass
House on a lake
being the only one downstairs on christmas
stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed
when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road
that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it
a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm
corn fields with the wind blowing over them
malls when they’re about to close for the night
woods at twilight/dawn
being on a train after midnight
theme parks at night
winding back roads with rolling fog
seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy
being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone
hiking trails that have nobody on them
being alone in an elevator for a few minutes
looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them
the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night
tree houses
empty seats on the late night train
4-6 am on a winter morning
Feeling chased
the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning
stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop
greenhouses that have been left to grow alone
cemeteries in the middle of fields
biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars
swamps with fog
hotel corridors in the middle of the night
anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is
foggy mornings in a meadow
that flickering streetlight
working offices at midnight
long, dark hallways
the middle of a park when its snowing
being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach
bonfires
a little lake in the middle of the forest
lonely swings
overgrow field/yard
the woods on a night with a full moon
empty stables
rest stops
empty metro stations that are usually crowded
gas stations on long mountain roads
the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street
@caintes confessed: "I've always liked the way the sun looks through stained glass - it really highlights the craftsmanship." Their voice is quiet, but respectful: a low, genuine comment, full of real and soft appreciation - they may be unfamiliar with the art contained therein, but it is well-made, and it refracts colors across the church floor in a way that shines off her dark brown shoes (like stars down from heaven, she thinks, maybe just a little). "The light is always so gentle, too. I'm sure it helps people feel welcome."
“Good afternoon, Chiemi.” His baritone echoes through the quiet, empty church, as he approaches his visitor with his arms folded behind his back. Seasons came and went but without a doubt she would always return — a constant like this very church, an obdurate monolith that stuck out like a sore thumb in a modern age of cosmopolitan finesse, with its body of brick and mortar. “I’m glad you stopped by. I was starting to wonder where you’ve been.”
“And I’m sure — but the light is not always gentle come night. Or when it hails or storms. The scene inside this church is ever-changing just like the seasons.”
Head empty, just sunlight pouring through stained glass windows