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jikookislife · 2 years
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Recovery girl: Can you describe the person who punched you?
Midoryia: Yeah, he wasn't very friendly.
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We call this friendly fire, friendly fucking, or getting friendly fucked.
-Anthony Swofford, Jarhead (2005)
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tablefourtyone · 5 months
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Someone dares to argue that there's zero intimacy between Kiana and Fu Hua:
Kiana: I touched Fu Hua in her private places, and she was buried inside of me for 3 months!
Fu Hua: I got physical with her countless times at school when no one was looking
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ok so I kinda want to share ANOTHER PIECE OF MY WRITING because I found it in my notes app, I have sinced changed them a bit but it does still show their personalities I'd say
CHARACTERS: Morte - a strong witch, used to be active in politics as a counselor + Faray - IN THIS STORY HE IS A BIT DIFFERENT THAN HE IS IN MY CANON LMAO, an elf, works under the elf-ruler (here: Vyrsch) as an agent/librarian. In this scene they meet again after a long time.
Morte was looking down at the floor, pretending to be lost in thought. In reality, she was unable to focus on a single one.
"I still remember," he suddenly smiled softly. Morte had to hold herself tight to stop her head from shooting right up. Instead, she shifted her focus to the drink in her hand. The bottle was still on the table-
"I genuinely thought it wouldn't end. Like I could stay in that spring forever. Maybe summer would come eventually but no fall, no winter. I thought that we could be... just us, not an elf and a witch, not an agent and a soldier, not even Faray and Morte, because even they weren't... their own."
Morte took a big gulp from her glass. She wanted him to shut up. He was drunk. She hoped he wouldn't listen to her. 
He laughed dryly, but his face quickly faded, "We never really were our own, were we?"
Morte spoke slower than she usually does, "I was there for a reason, I was on a mission."
Faray seemed a bit disappointed with her answer and failed to hide it. He did try.
"I was too Morte. Although, I failed," Morte finally looked at him, this information being new to her.
He continued, "Quite miserably one might say. At that time I didn't care. I was... lying to myself. Lying that I can throw it all behind me, lying on the grass with flowers in my hair, thinking I'm free when in reality I was born..."
He didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he put his glass on the table with a thud, running hands through his hair and resting them on his face.
Morte didn't speak. Toungetied. She had so much to say to him, but every single thing felt wrong. So she finished her glass and poured them both a new one.
His hands fell down and his gaze fixed on the red pour, "I was born to serve and I was supposed to kill you."
Her hand didn't tremble. Instead, she put the bottle down. Morte expected it to hurt, but it just opened the part of her brain that suspected it since the beginning. Why would an elf associated with the Vyrsch approach her? And what would he be doing in a run-down bar in the first place? Of course, she ignored it all. That day, she wanted to die.
And despite all that, the thorn in her heart ached once more. It wasn't a new one, no, it was the one that grew oh so long ago that it now feels like one with the muscle. The rose is nowhere to be found.
"It is all long gone," Morte lied through her teeth, or was she just saying what she wanted so desperately to believe? "I figured it was all... somehow too good. That you weren't there just to have a drink and talk with strangers. That it wasn't a coincidence you chose my table."
Drowning silence.
"I'm sorry," Faray said finally.
"I don't forgive you, I was never mad at you."
"But I lied to you? Morte I came in there with one motive in mind-"
"And I lied to you," she interrupted him, "Faray I have been lying to you since I stepped on this land all those years ago."
"Even then?"
"Yes!" Morte laughed out, "To you, to Pherenike, to everyone. Sweet Iris, Morte isn't even my true name."
"It's not?"
"No."
"Oh..."
"Yours... is Faray?"
"Yes."
"Oh..."
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mama-bearxoxo-blog · 5 years
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Fly Away. #seagulls #notsofriendly #birds #nuisancebirds #wings #freedom #skydiving #nature #bythelake #smashingphotography #nikond5300 #hangoutspot #flock (at Denmark) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0BbWVnBY8N/?igshid=762574e6xnjg
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temmaufeitio · 7 years
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faceplant ✂-------- #faceplant #scanning #hiddenfigures #hiddenface #giveasmile #notsofriendly #dryleaf #dryplants #facesinobjects #facemask
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You come to work and everyone is dressed as a Simpsons character. What would your choice be?
“To be honest with you, I’d probably ask them why they’re yellow! And I’d want Marge’s hair secrets… I don’t know how she does that…”
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qualitykirbycomic · 6 years
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Would Meta Knight be the Captain of the Royal Guard when Kirby becomes king?
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dasha-aibo · 6 years
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Should the Cars religion be dubbed... Cartholicism?
Faith will be renamed Fiath.
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expectingbutler · 6 years
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Say, are you still around?
I am now.
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speeps-highway · 7 years
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I believe there was a way to control the Egg Walker as well? I once tried it out but ended up glitching it and ha big ti start over.
Yeah iirc it advances its attack pattern when you press Y, even if it’s already doing something.
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kermakatti · 6 years
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WOO! YOU'VE RETURNED!!
Yes
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oogieswife67 · 7 years
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Nice to see you on here!
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Character introduction~
Morte
a powerful (human) witch whose powers mainly focus on the physical (very fiery and flashy magic, lightning)
is not capable of reading thoughts without the other person realizing, which is the reason she doesn't try
physical traits: brown wavy hair that gets more wavy in humidity, strong legs (for your safety, while doing physical magic you need to be grounded well), and overall quite strong, a pear shape body type, dark brown eyes, wears mainly shades of red (burgundy!!), prefers gold over silver
being a witch does come with the focus on using magic to be pretty; Morte doesn't change her appearance much but does add a golden shine to her hair
has no sexual preference (had fun during uni years LMAO)
had a mostly positive relationship with her magic, but since her magic core became unstable, it has gotten worse
born in a small village to two parents with no magical capabilities (that are visible/strong enough to manifest in any way)
after her magical powers grew stronger, her parents sent her away to another witch to be raised by her, subsequently falling out of touch
has a younger sister, but she has never spoken to her
studied at a university for a few years
she and the witch, Dyawin, have a relationship that flows between motherly and teacher-student
knows a lot of people but doesn't have many close friends
only Dyawin and her parents know how old she is
after engaging in politics for some time, she now isn't interested in it anymore
is not a part of any magical party
she also spent some time working on a ship and thanks to that she is skilled in manipulating waves and the wind
I tried to write the stuff that is set in stone but well, it all could change on a random tuesday. I do want to try post something like this about my characters and Morte has been in my mind for ages. ALSO the physical traits are mainly for me because I just NEED to visualize them in order to write them. ALSO ALSO all of the characters/writing that happen in the universe will be posted under the tag: #notsofriendly finally writes a book
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mama-bearxoxo-blog · 5 years
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