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txghut replied to your post: .

// who the fuck let that man be so tall

//i mean it’s irons so like. he probably sold his soul or something let’s be real

[worshipsonlydeath]

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Yi Ti was inspired by Imperial China. Also they have several gods, but the two primary dieties are THe Maiden Made of Light and Lion of Night– which have some cool history

Im glad GRRM decided to have some asian influences. Sad that not more is incorporated bc they’d be coooooool. representation matters and all that

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@txghut cont. from x

            Walter raised his own brows, not having missed the wink but adequately hiding his confusion at the man’s comment. It wasn’t unusual for him to be on the receiving end of flirtation at pubs, but not exactly usual either—he was more often on the other end, and, more recently in his aged years, nothing came of it.

His own brown eyes were steadfast on the other’s green. “Why’s that a relief? Taking a break from the missus?“ he asked, ignorant. Though he was tempted to make a joke about how ones with a taste for pretty, painted faces tended to stay away from those whiskered and harsh like his own, he kept it to himself, smiling behind the half-empty tankard he raised to his lips.

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txghut replied to your post: grcndel replied to your post “i wonder if anyone...

it’s way hinted that lucas is mentally unstable, and that he was a bad kid before eveline showed up. smart kid, but childish and has a sadistic streak. 10/10 would rp as

              i knEW it i thought it was just me bein 👀   cause he looks like a tool but even in game dude he was smart in the way he knew how to frick u up that cant be eveline he made that entire house thing with the birthday cake thing man thatw as messed up

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@txghut

Asher had never been the breed of stranger who would claim to shy away from the turmoil of violence but great the sweeter pangs of life with open arms; all of life fell scant on his shoulders, left his heart beating too fast, the blood in his veins turned to pure adrenaline with each breath. There was a steady rhythm to everything, a dance in his antics, and by antics he meant the slaughter of men and women alike who opposed him, his job, and those antics were played to this dance just as well as his humor, his anger, any other emotion that was too genuine for its own good.

One could never accuse Asher Forrester of faking it.

He turned just enough to watch the steady rise and fall of the others chest, eyes flickered toward parted lips, he had almost not heard the words being rather too focused on their movement. Rolling his shoulder, a frown creased his lips, nearly masked by the determination burning in his eyes. He was nothing but a murderer with Overwatch slapped across him, the name did not make him any less of a killer and Asher was hauntingly aware of it.

“There isn’t anything to rise above,” He knew exactly what he was; a beast crawling on his insides scratching at the ridges of the mind, maw opened wide to swallow everything, its claws bone that ground against his skull and making everything a sickening groan of its – his– wailing. Fingers curled tight around the handle of his hatchet coated slick with blood and chunks flesh and bone that were small enough to stick to the pressed metal, knuckles gone near white from the grip; bless the sun for the burning kisses she’d laid across his flesh. How gruesome his methods were when guns existed, preferring to kill closer, to feel the breaking of bone and slicing of skin, to watch the burst of scarlet and blackened bone splintering beneath.

At least he was honest, turning on his heel to completely face the other, brow cocking in curiosity as lips tugged themselves back into a smile near sadistic, but the corners of his smile were weathered, accompanied by crinkles near his eyes that showed a tired acceptance of savagery. “I kill them, it’s over and done with like any other job I’ve taken.What exactly would I be rising above?” Asher was near defensive, spitting the words with venom, the slapping of a heavy tongue; his bark was nearly as bad as his bite.

It was nothing compared to the tar in his veins, the question all too genuine, all the more sadder.

            While it was EASY to read a man such as Asher it was hard to figure out what it is he should say to him...  there wasn’t anyone who said that this type of thing was..  well, easy, being a part of overwatch meant making the difficult decisions. Of course, lives had to be lost at times in order for the greater good. not everyone deserved to live, not everyone could, as the war that they were shoved into wasn’t one to show much mercy. Lùcio has seen what cruelties can lie within this world with his own eyes, what Vishkar has done, the inhuman crimes that are committed against omnics... it was idealistic to say that violence shouldn’t be met with violence, but it wasn’t realistic.

           --------- though perhaps attempting to communicate that with him at this specific time wasn’t the best idea. 

            lùcio lets the man speak, he doesn’t want to interrupt, he wanted to understand what it is that was really bothering him so he’d gain the ability to help, but even still, after he was done speaking lùcio felt as though he was at a loss for words.

                 “ .. I know it’s..   it’s real shit right now, it’s not always going to be shit. What you did here..  it’s appreciated. Not everything can be done by the book, and we need people to do this sort of stuff sometimes. If you ever need someone to grab a drink with..  to unwind,   I’m here.” 

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“Kissing game!”

The Kissing Game

            He didn’t move for a moment, head still spinning, and it was Asher’s arms that found him. Instead of pushing his face out in a guess of where the other’s mouth was, Walter brought his hands up to their face---A beard, he noted, but that was all he had time to feel before their lips met. It was a simple peck that immediately turned into more, but only for a second before Walter broke it. “Wait a minute---Have we met before? In the closet during that other game last week... Is this um, A--Ash, right?”