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blasphemings · 2 years
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this is incredibly niche but i have not been able to stop thinking abt this fic vitvigcigcigcgcivig it is the best and worst thing i have read (best bc it’s beautiful worst bc it hurts) i love you @blasphemings
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blasphemings · 3 years
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blasphemings · 3 years
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i wrote about baal and the kitsune saiguu. you can read it if you want
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blasphemings · 3 years
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“I am afraid I’m the only one.” She whipped around to see Zhongli leaning against a low rock wall. “Is…” Beidou narrowed her eyes. “I thought Childe would be…?” Zhongli felt something sharp catch in his throat. Wordlessly, he shook his head. A flicker of disbelief crossed Beidou’s face, gone as soon as it had come, and she held out her hand. He stared at it as though he had never seen one before. “Are you hurt?” “I believe I was clear about that before,” he murmured. “Zhongli.” He glanced up. “Do you think I’m some kind of fucking idiot?”
the "stop childe" coalition forms. beidou calls zhongli a dumbass to his face. childe is the primadonna girl of the abyss. etc
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blasphemings · 3 years
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chapter 4: memories of dust
foul legacy hangover (extreme edition) | childe/tartaglia, zhongli, aether, albedo, dainsleif, guizhong, beidou, ningguang | 6.2k words | gen but its a little gay im sorry
“Would you mind telling me your name?” She tilted her head. She was beautiful, he realized, long white hair tied back in a loose knot, eyes a lavender so pale it was almost disconcerting, but there was no danger there, no matter how hard he looked for it. “Ajax.” Huh. He hadn’t meant to say that. It felt strange, rolled off his tongue like a foreign language. “What’s yours?” It occurred to him that she had freckles, too, not unlike his own. For some reason that made him feel both warm and cracked down the middle. She smiled again. “Guizhong.”
many people are sick of childes shit. childe tries to ask for help but he sucks at it. albedo is there
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blasphemings · 3 years
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chapter 3: by any other name
foul legacy hangover (extreme edition) | childe/tartaglia, zhongli, beidou, ningguang, couple ocs for flavor | 10k words | gen but its a little gay im sorry
Childe laughed and started up the cliffs, towards the Crux. Beidou watched him with narrowed eyes. He smiled so brightly it was almost possible to forget how his face had looked as he sat curled under the cliffs. There was a particular wide-eyed expression unique to those who had just had their hearts stabbed or throats cut; shock, and something like wonder. A look Beidou knew more than well enough to recognize. She gave him a cursory look but saw no new bloodstains, nothing that suggested he was hiding a mortal wound of any kind. He had looked like Haishan. He looked like a slain titan who hadn’t yet realized they were slain. “You coming, Captain?”
childe "copes" with the aftermath of the abyss visit, zhongli and beidou "try" to "help"
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blasphemings · 3 years
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chapter 1: i was just a kid, i needed answers
foul legacy hangover (extreme edition) | childe/tartaglia, zhongli, la signora, teucer, beidou, albedo aether and diluc are there momentarily | 8.7k words | gen but like. you know
As he watched, Zhongli glanced down at his drink with a look of vague surprise, as if only just now realizing it was there. Childe wrinkled his nose, trying not to laugh. Zhongli narrowed his eyes. “What is it?” “You forgot about your wine again, didn’t you?” “I--” He paused with the glass halfway to his mouth and smiled faintly. “You look too closely, sometimes.” “Not close enough, apparently,” grunted Childe. “It’s good to see you, too.”
childe's no good very bad abyss hunting field trip. also beidou is there.
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blasphemings · 3 years
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chapter 1: i was just a kid, i needed answers
foul legacy hangover (extreme edition) | childe/tartaglia, zhongli, la signora, teucer | 3.4k words | gen but like. you know
His eyes fell on the handle of the knife, still lying where he had dropped it. Half intact. Just enough to see the initials carved in the sloppy way of a child. Just enough to realize, somewhere deep behind the snarling in his chest, was a child who recognized them.
All you do is run.
So he ran, the legacy ripping free like skin torn from a too-fresh wound, losing its purchase even as he grew more afraid, because it was the act of a coward, to run. The desperate last act of a dying child who had once been called Ajax.
Maybe it was shame. Maybe that was why he could never remember her face.
the abyss needs an archon, and the abyss never forgets
feat. 1. the abyssal archon craigslist post, 2. childes problems issues, 3. zhonglis 8000 years of repressed trauma
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blasphemings · 3 years
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He went very still. Footsteps behind him, light as a dance, and he knew the one they belonged to was no danger to him. The melody. Always the same one. Always like the first time, the way it rolled through his aching body with a softness that made him want impossible things, the last note lingering in the air like a sigh. “...Barbatos.” A faint chuckle. “Actually, I’ve been going by Venti.”
xiaoven crumb i wrote it at 1 am after i took these pictures because i started thinking. thanks
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blasphemings · 4 years
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it’s still bi visibility day in California, so here’s Sephtis, a character from the novel I’m working on! he likes to drink tabasco sauce out of shot glasses for the shock value
just posted his full character profile on patreon, so if you would like to know what he does other than drink tabasco sauce, please consider joining—even the smallest bits of support mean the world!
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blasphemings · 4 years
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thinkin about modern selkies
this is a character from my novel who goes by Sloane and i will be posting a quick passage from last week that they’re involved in on my patreon, so watch out for it ;)
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blasphemings · 4 years
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if you are on twitter please turn off your autoplay people are posting gore videos under the tweets of Chadwick Boseman's passing please stay safe
edit: one of these gore videos starts with this image so please dont watch it. ill try to update this if i come across anymore but for the time being do not trust any video on twitter
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blasphemings · 4 years
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i see you!
archivist sasha indulgence read ch1 of brand new god to see more
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blasphemings · 4 years
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the end of season 4 blasted a hole into my brain stem
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blasphemings · 4 years
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blasphemings · 4 years
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I know the Eye. Fear of being watched, right?
Being watched, being followed, having your deepest secrets exposed. Needing to know, even if your discoveries might destroy you. The feeling that something, somewhere, is letting you suffer, just so it can watch.
Is… is that me? Is… is that what I do?
You’re the Archivist, you tell me.
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