Me doing ff14 oc work: *imports the entire available roe dictionary and reorganizes it for English to Roe*
Seawolf Roe naming: femroes have these endings aka bride, sister, doe, jewel, woman, daughter, gatherer.
Me: Lol no.
i have been trying to write lately and it's been insubstantial but of course I get struck by absolutely random inspiration at work huh
Every time I open up to my mother and she thinks she hears “fighting words” she just leaves bc she thinks we’re gonna end up yelling when. I was never going to yell and then complains that I never open up
I’m gonna start recording our conversations so that she can see when she just melts into shouting and defensiveness when I’m completely calm and trying to discuss things with her so that she can see
Random bts songs I understand and experience better than 99% of army /j: Inner Child, MAMA, Intro: Persona, Epiphany no ok this one I think everyone loves it right??, Seesaw, Answer: Love Myself, Uhgood
the identity crisis that comes with my vision impairments will mostly be resolved by tomorrow afternoon vs theyll probably come back and i still wont have much depth perception and will have processing issues and be 20/90 in my best eye and 20/300 in my worst and like 20 other things
Lando is not beating the “sickly Victorian who almost died in childbirth” allegations is all I have to say!!
Lando is not beating the “sickly Victorian who almost died in childbirth” allegations is all I have to say!!
ev, in most verses, rarely wears shoes. he’s a bit of a wild child and they’re always covered in dirt. in any modern verses, they blame it on their love for plants and gardening and just general love for nature
What color are your eyes?
Grey, they were once described as looking like "those ugly clouds which appear during a storm" so at least I have that going for me 🙃
I've come to the conclusion that I was not written by a woman or a man. I was written by a 13 year old kid trying to channel all their trauma into the very detailed and somewhat complicated backstory.
Guys I love the spy x family dynamics as much as the next person. But let's be normal about the kids, okay?
“You know, come to think of it, I’m pretty sure over half my clientele and patients consist of Smash Tourney Fighters and their alts...” She’s been looking at the fighter, mii pass and honorary fighter lists again.
Ever since I was a small child, I was afraid of deep water. The idea of anything being beneath me, in the dark and cold water was too much for me, and I started shaking just thinking about swimming in it. My father, scumbag that he was, brought me on a fishing trip one week. He believed being exposed to it would cure me of my, and forgive me, but this is what he said, “faggotry”. I screamed, begged and cried, yet he was steadfast.
He dragged me onto a rental boat, a dingy little thing, with a tiny cabin, and locked me there. I still remember the smell of old wood, wet with salt water that penetrated deep into my nostrils after I screamed myself hoarse, yelling at him to let me go, and the feeling of splinters on my nails from clawing at the door, hoping I could get out.
He set sail and put us above deep water, few miles from shore, and only then he unlocked the door. I was pissing myself, scared, terrified, by the deep blue waves all around, so he dragged me out by my hair onto the deck and tried reasoning with me.
“Either you calm the fuck down, or I throw you overboard,” he said.
Damn the man, it actually worked. After the first few hours, I stopped thinking about the depth beneath us, and by the end of the week I overcame my fear. He actually did end up throwing me into the water too, but by then it was just for his amusement.
Point is, I didn’t have the same fear of the depths after, even if I didn’t have any love for them.
My father passed away several years back, alone and unloved, as he deserved, yet I still remember how he helped me overcome the phobia.
Now my Jacob, he is like me, but his fear is the closet in his room.
It’s an antique, already stood there when we moved in, smells like rust and dust, but only when the doors are opened, and has varnish peeling off of it. Holds clothes just the same as a new “eikeia” wardrobe. It’s some German brand, or what not, quality wood.
Jacob always ran to our room, went to our bed and begged us to stay there, not to leave him alone with it. Never gave us a real reason, just cried about it being scary. Me and the wife, we discussed giving it away, buying a new one, but money was tight on two incomes and after she died, I just let him sleep with me when he came.
The closet, it has a lock on the outside, with a long, iron key sticking out of it. So, last night, when…
Well, I got an old bottle of brandy from a sailor friend of mine a week ago, as a gift. Good brand, aged in oak. Smelled like smoke. Cracked it open. Drank a lot. Way too much. Almost the entire bottle. And then I started thinking. Dark thoughts, all dark. I was always a sad drunk, even before. And when Jacob came, snot running down his face, yelling about the closet…
It was a battle. Stuffing him in there, I mean. I hit him. Several times. But he kept on fighting me, biting, scratching and yelling. Really didn’t want to go in. It reeked horribly when he wet his pants out of fear.
I pushed him in, and quickly shut the doors. Turned the long, iron key. I locked him there. Inside of his worst fear.
He begged me to let him out, of course, but I didn’t care. I went to bed. Drunk the rest of the bottle. Went to sleep. I was going to let him out in the morning. Unlock the doors with the long iron key, and he would be cured of his fear. It made perfect sense. He would yell at me, maybe fight me again, maybe he would hate me for it, but I didn’t care. I just. Fell asleep, dreamed of the deep.
I…
God, forgive me.
I never knew the closet is airtight.
Who was the first person Diluc sparred with while he was drunk
So It was probably actually Varka. Like it was perhaps well, Diluc was captain, and Varka was trying to get Diluc to loosen up and relax. So he gave the 17-year-old a drink, and he got drunk fast, and maybe Varka made a joke, and Diluc took it totally the wrong way, and it started a spar.
Varka never made the same mistake. And for a while told everyone not to let Diluc get drunk. He's already trouble sober, and drunk. It's just gonna be impossible to control him.
But some noob didn't realize Diluc was the captain and switched his water with booze out right before a spar.... and well. Varka was just like, Mmm yeah, I guess this is how we'll induct people now. So they'll learn to leave captain Diluc alone.
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