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kwistowee · 10 months
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JON BERNTHAL and TOM HOLLAND | PILGRIMAGE (2017)
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thev01dd · 3 months
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"Unholy Priests, a band that took the country by a storm, just had to strengthen their security detail team after a stalker incident involving one of their members (...) the police arrested the culprit but the band's record stated that they won't risk another incident and that the safety of their artists are a priority (...)"
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disterras-sims · 1 year
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careless attempt at the mute and diarmuid ⛪
bonus forehead smooch:
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forged-in-kaoss · 2 years
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[I will take the blow for you]
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son--of--the--south · 9 months
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Brother Diarmuid/The Mute, Raymond De Merville/Brother Diarmuid, Maelseachlain/Brother Rua (Pilgrimage) Characters: Brother Diarmuid, The Mute (Pilgrimage), Other Character Tags to Be Added, Brother Rua (Pilgrimage), Raymond de Merville, Maelseachlain (Pilgrimage), Brother Ciarán (Pilgrimage) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, Gender Dysphoria, I’m projecting a lot of my issues on Diarmuid, college student Diarmuid, Slice of Life, Romance, Eventual Smut, Smoking, Modern Era, misgendering (from Diarmuid's mother), Martial Arts, Parental Issues, Age Difference, Mental Health Issues, Touch-Starved, Angst, Trans Male Character, Past Relationship(s) Summary:
Diarmuid and David met outside of a Church, both enjoying a cigarette. Little did they know they would fall in love.
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altblock-tm · 4 months
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the only thing missing in FGO is a button to. hug your servantsb. give them lil’ kiss. let them know i lombve tbem..
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charmblooded · 10 days
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✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘: DIARMUID.
—𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞.
Initial Class: Free Knight
Birthday: November 23rd
Basic Info: A member of the Liberation Army and one of the princes of Nordion, carrying minor Hodr blood.. A big brother figure to those who grew up in Tirnanog. Loyal and openhearted, but sharp with a sword.
—𝐂 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.
Likes: idealistic knighthood, his family, horse care, riding on boats, winter sunsets, hair gel
Dislikes: bonfires, cold soups, being misunderstood, loneliness, feeling powerless, corrupt nobility
—𝐁 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.
Hobbies: equestrian, reading farming almanacs
Talents: charming others, even-tempered strategy
Background: Raised in Tirnanog alongside many others, like Larcei and Scathach. Became an older brother figure, and got used to caring for them. After the war, he became Ares' right hand man.
—𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.
Height: 5'6" | 5'4"
Ring Size: 7.5 | O 1/2
Personality: Reliable and sunny. Focuses more on supporting others than on himself, to a the point of a fault. Passionate and dreams of emulating his father, who he imagines as an ideal knight. The best ally at imitating bird calls.
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ALLY NOTEBOOK ENTRIES FOR ALL PLAYABLE ENGAGE CHARACTERS
RING SIZE CHART
FONT GENERATOR (MATH SERIF BOLD)
ORIGINAL MEME
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kwistowee · 2 years
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JON BERNTHAL and TOM HOLLAND | PILGRIMAGE (2017)
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thev01dd · 2 months
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"I will burn to keep you alive"
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louvay · 6 months
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We're asking Jugdral questions? Oh cool! Let's see...
-Who wins in a girlboss competition: Lachesis or Hilda?
-Speaking of Hilda, how would she react to being locked in a room with Deirdre (since they likely interacted in canon and no one ever seems to talk about this?)
-Who is most likely to be mistaken for a Disney prince and/or princess?
-Which of the Tirnanog kids would be the most competitive at Mario kart?
Yup, glad to answer any question!
-Interesting match up because they’re both in classes with A rank in alot of weapons and have Charisma but i’ll give it to Lachesis because she’s the first ever female character in FE to use an axe. Also she can get sweet revenge on Chagall while Hilda tends to be on the receiving end of these types of things.
-Hilda will try to strike up a conversation with Deirdre and be pushy about it in order to garner her favor since she is the empress but will soon realize Deirdre is alot like her niece and will then, in her irritation, try to excuse herself from the room. Also she will have a pen and notebook ready to list the things Deirdre says Julius likes.
-For likely to be mistaken for a Disney prince, absolutely Diarmuid. Dude is practically prince charming and people underrate his dialogue with Leif in Fe5 if Nanna is dead. Genuinely a stand up guy in the midst of tragedy. As for Disney princess, I think of Ethyln and how she’s as stubborn as her brother yet that stubbornness comes from a place of compassion. She convinces Quan to join with Sigurd in saving Edain and when she gets the Lighbrand from Deirdre after checking up on her sister-in-law, you’ll start to use her more for combat with it.
-Lester would be devilish in Mario Kart, like the type of guy who doesn’t even show mercy to Lana or Seliph while playing against them. Knows when to drift perfectly as well as the perfect timing to use Koopa shells & Bob-ombs. Still loses to Oifey tho.
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To me Alyosha Karamazov and Diarmuid are the same person
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tyrian-wanderlust · 9 months
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The Will of My Master
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The Pact has fallen.
My masters will has been done, but it is incomplete.
The Pact Commander yet lives; it appears they weren't on the ships. We scoured each and every one, yet no recognizable body was on it...though we did find Logan Thackeray, Zojja, Eir Stegalkin, and Trahearne...a shame Eir Stegalkin didn't stay with us long enough to matter.
Mordremoth will enjoy breaking a First Born. He has many champions, but Trahearne will serve an important purpose for the Jungle Dragon. A lure. Bait for the Commander, wherever they may be.
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I, too, have my part to play.
I am Diarmuid, a night bloom born to the Pale Tree. But I was...different. I could not hear the Pale Mothers voice. Menders tried to fix me and lamented that my ears were deafened to her calls. You can't miss what you never had.
My brothers and sisters called me 'Soundless', as I could not hear the Pale Trees voice...
But I could hear Mordremoths voice, my true master. His voice on my mind is a strong embrace, one that creates strong roots within my soul.
Thanks to my master, I know who I am and what I am meant to be.
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I am meant to follow the track of this Pact Commander, a Sylvari who speaks to the Pale Tree.
I am meant to follow her where she goes...
And I am meant to bring Mordremoths voice to her so that she may open her heart and mind to him.
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Though she is certainly a trailblazer. Able to navigate this ruthless, unforgiving jungle just as easily as I am. I do it almost by second nature, but she learns quickly. The Pact helps, but they can only help so much.
What is it that helps her push forward? Persistence? Her friends? Some other factor beyond the knowledge of my master and I?
I will find it out.
But I will not break her.
A broken branch does not mend or do as one wishes. It's easier to gently bend a supple branch so it can do as you please.
I will bend her to my will.
To the will of my master.
Next chapter: Think It Over
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relicshamecircle · 10 months
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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Character Study, Established Relationship, Relationship Study, Romance, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, References to Depression, some backstory for the Mute, Diarmuid and David love each other very much, Non-Sexual Intimacy
A soul is immortal, eternal, and David's has always been gentle. How could they not have seen? His father, his brothers, all the men he fought alongside—David is meant for softness. --- Post-Canon. Diarmuid muses on David's past, the man he was forced to be, and the man he truly is.
This is my 100th Pilgrimage fic! That's a lot of writing about early 13th century monks and their laybrother. There will only be more! Thanks for reading!
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tmntkiseki · 3 months
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Oooh the adoptive uncles detail has made me curious about her family before she had to leave her planet. What are her adoptive uncles like? Did she have siblings?
In terms of Iseult's family pre-Day of Awakening, she came from a pretty large family. Her mother had three children prior to her marriage to her father (it was fairly common for couples on Andemon to have already have multiple children prior to marriage, including those from relationships that fell through before anyone proposed) and she was among the ten that were born afterwards. Of all her siblings, she was probably closest with her eldest half-brother, Diarmuid, who was the most gentle person imaginable and who she credits with inspiring her to study botany. (His sacrifice is also the reason why she survived Andemon's destruction at all.)
It's not difficult to describe her adoptive father and uncles because her adoptive family is none other than the Inuwashi Gunjin (can you tell I love stealing characters and concepts from Fast Forward?) Following the destruction of Andemon, Iseult, who was about eight in human years at the time, fell into a deep depression due to survivor's guilt and almost lost the will to live entirely. It was at her darkest point that she was approached by the leader of the Gunjin, who told her five words that have stuck with her to this day. "Remember that you are alive." The Inuwashi Gunjin subsequently took her in and taught her how to defend herself, although they had to modify their techniques in order to account for the fact that Iseult can't fly.
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hosannan · 1 month
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It does not take asking around and prodding at strangers for him to find his sister.
It's far easier than that - far easier than their first meeting, an overdue reunion drawn out by a warring world - and he may, if asked, chalk it up to that idealized thought of family. Of course he would find her. There is no other answer. Like a lighthouse in a storm, he follows familiar flaxen hair as it flows down the hall.
"Nanna!" Diarmuid erupts like a crashing wave - he heralds her with a raised hand, and walks purposely closer, opening his arms for a hug.
"I've missed you terribly. How have you been?"
It's been a year, now. I missed you.
He was, for all he was worth, her light at the end of the tunnel. It was not fragile, but steady, pressed into the earth like a pulse—the kind she was left following since she was born. She gathered from the day that he arrived that her mother had never found him, and worse yet, that he had never known of her love. In her mother's stead, she stood in his light and thought she would love him, could love him. To no surprise, she did. So many years were spent echoing her own thoughts, burying her own roses, with no one to understand her as closely as the hallowed out tree she would whisper her secrets to. That is, until he came rushing in, knees buckling, hair slicked back in waves of dressed flax.
"...Diarmuid!"
Her shock immediately cocktailed with delight, sparking a sort of relief that could only render in his company. Wrapping herself tightly around his chest, she thought to be clever, to be bright, to be something or another. Instead, her heart spilled over, reminded that he was going to see through it all anyway. "As I've missed you...!" Her voice muffled in his shirt, before parted gently to let him breath. "I've been well!"
"..." The letters. She ought to ask about the letters. "I want to ask..." Pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, she mused about all the strange correspondence issues they had been having since they arrived. In fact, much of her own brother's letters were lost in the transitory mist, between sea and time. "Just... how long has it been since we've seen each other?"
"I don't want to assume... but..."
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"I'm afraid of missing more of you." She admitted, bowing her head in earnest. "We've already lost a lot of time between us, have we not?"
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