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artnijna · 3 months
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✨Star born lovers and immortal jellyfish✨
Art inspired by the 2x5 fic Immortal Jellyfish on a03. One of the best fics I’ve read in a long time and sealed this ship for me. Might make this a print idk
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ceratatata · 4 months
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The bishops are one of my favourite things ever, can you tell? There's not enough lore for themmmm I hope the update gives more story ( ^ω^ )
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alitheakorogane · 2 years
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Assassination Classroom Characters in Genshin Impact AU (Part One)
Kaede, Karma, and Nagisa (Part Two): https://www.tumblr.com/alitheakorogane/694838741282553856/assassination-classroom-characters-in-genshin?source=share
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Let's start with the teachers of this amazing Class E, shall we?
(These ideas may or may not be featured on my future fan works regarding this crossover, will be changed until further notice...)
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Koro-sensei/The God of Death
The former assassin that every single people had heard about, to the point that they were scared of him. Known as the “God of Death”, his kill count was massive, and there are rumors that says about him colluding with the Fatui for their dirty work. But apparently, he preferred to work alone.
It was rumored that he’s actually a god who fought the Archon War or a messenger of Death, that’s why he was nicknamed as such. Alas, he was just a mortal who happens to be Visionless and had to rely on his skills.
He never knew his place of birth, his birthday, or even his biological parents. In his dreams though, he just saw blurry memories of a ruined city in front of him, but beyond that, he remembers nothing about his childhood.
He took an apprentice, a young silver-haired boy he had met in Fontaine years ago. Apparently, he betrayed by the same apprentice, who is actually working on the Fatui behind the God of Death’s back, and stole his identity. The reason? He was tired of the God of Death’s indifferent and cold attitude towards him.
The God of Death had become a test subject of Kotaro Yanagisawa, who originally hails from Inazuma and one of the Fatui scientists whose experiments involves the Archon Residue and the powers of the Abyss.
The former assassin now test subject met Aguri Yukimura, the fiancé of Yanagisawa. They became close as time goes on, but it ended when Yanagisawa realized how his research will cause the destruction of Teyvat and receiving Celestia’s anger after a fateful incident, a year later…causing the now powerful test subject goes on rampage.
The God of Death had eventually received his Anemo Vision in a Fatui lab he had currently destroyed after Aguri died in his arms. Celestia really has plans for him, per say.
He may have used any kind of physical weapon such as a claymore, a sword, a polearm or even a bow, since he was pretty an expert to them, but he used Aguri’s catalyst to honor her memory. He treated the catalyst as a challenging weapon for him at first, because out of all the weapons he had expertly wielded in the past, the elemental magic-relying catalyst is the only one he can’t possibly wield at that time, due to him being not having a Vision before.
He had Aguri's Masterless Vision, as she had left it to him, thinking that he may find a way to activate the vision in the future, since she knew that he doesn't have a Vision. She never seen the Anemo Vision Koro-sensei had recieved because she died before she did.
He even became a teacher like her, to teach the students she left behind in Sumeru Akademiya. But Koro-sensei being Koro-sensei, he likes a challenge so he threatened every single leader and Archon of every nation that he will lay waste among the land in a year unless the students will kill him. But in truth, his Abyss powers are unstable and may cause himself to go in uncontrolled rampage again if they did not kill him.
The Archons may have the power to kill him immediately, but they were fascinated by him instead. Especially Lord Barbatos, who is the Anemo Archon and who knew Koro-sensei’s entire story. Both of them had lost someone they loved, and the Anemo Archon sympathizes with him.
Like in canon version, Kaede Kayano was the one who gives him his current nickname, “Koro-sensei”. He also had weaknesses, but it was slightly different in the canon version, such as the fact that the Statue of the Seven may slightly made him uncomfortable. Or he is a pervert who once caught ogling on a picture of Raiden Shogun’s huge chest.
His signature dish is the delicious ‘NuruNuru Takoyaki’, a dish best served hot. He is really an expert in cooking, but sometimes the ingredients he added are atrocious, especially if he’s really hungry. Once, he tried cooking a bunch of rocks he had found at the Chasm out of hunger and hallucination. But overall, his dishes are heavenly (if normal ingredients are used).
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Irina Jelavic
A woman of class, originally from the outskirts of Snezhnaya. Behind her charms lies a dark past and a hopeless future ahead of her (to her opinion).
Her parents were killed because of an Abyss invasion, and that incident granted her a Vision, as she was trying to defend herself from the attackers. She was adopted by Lovro, a Snezhnayan mercenary. Because of that, she became a mercenary herself.
She is a Cryo Vision user, originally a catalyst, but she uses bows whenever necessary. She sucks on melee combat, so she specializes in manipulating people into losing their guard, before she strikes. Like her Vision, her personality is icy at first, but when she met the E-Class, her once cold heart melts. Deep inside, she just wanted to be loved. She doesn’t want to admit it though.
She eventually developed a crush on Tadaomi Karasuma, her coworker, but unfortunately, the man wasn’t explicitly showing any interest on her. In Irina’s words, “That man is dense and ‘a stuck in the mud’, definitely deserved his Geo Vision.”
She once betrayed the class when she teamed up with Koro-sensei’s former apprentice. But eventually the class and Karasuma saved her and made her see some sense. In fact, the Glaze Lily that Karasuma had received from fighting the apprentice was still on Irina’s prized possession.
She’s good in music, especially in playing piano. Sometimes, she plays with passion, that anyone who had seen her play can see some beautiful snowflakes forming around her.
Her signature dish is a Snezhnayan delicacy that she remembered her mother had made. She likes to make the dish because it reminds her of the day back when her parents were alive.
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Tadaomi Karasuma
A man from Inazuma, a part of the Tenryou Commission. He’s actually serious on his job as one of the prized soldiers under Kujou Sara’s orders. Because of his strong work ethic, among the people around Teyvat that is capable of this important mission, he was chosen as the supervisor who will personally handle Koro-sensei’s affairs.
His Vision is Geo and is a claymore user. He is skilled on using melee weapons as part of his training, but he prefers to use his signature claymore his family had for generations. He is a very strong man due to his rigorous training, that he once split a huge boulder as large as Barbatos’ statue in Mondstadt only using his claymore.
He has a sister he had cherished with all his heart, but she died on an early age because of a rare uncurable disease called Eleazar. They were poor at that time, so his family can’t afford the treatment in Sumeru that limits the spread of the disease. Add to the fact that it was hard to leave Inazuma that time without having enough documents and Mora to begin with.
He may be intuitive in combat, but he is dense in matters of the heart. That’s why Irina always calls him ‘a stuck in the mud’. He may be dubbed by his students as the resident dense tsundere.
He is usually annoyed by Koro-sensei’s antics, especially when the latter tries to drag him into trouble. He dubbed Koro-sensei as a ‘reckless and childish buffoon’, but he had started to appreciate Koro-sensei’s companionship and grows on him. Not that he admits that.
His signature dish is a special kind of ramen made by his family by generations, and he is not good in cooking other dishes besides ramen. He usually went to his student, Takuya Muramatsu, for ramen tips and recipes he could try on to improve his dish.
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bloodredx · 1 year
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Canticle 68
Of course, there comes a time where history must come to an end and allow prediction from the present take over. Such tasks are never easy, as the gods cannot and will not comment on such things, despite the amount of offerings or tasks done that might please them. For there is always chance for the Willpower of the Precious Living of all walks to twist the words to whims of their own. As such, let it be known that simple conjecture based on experience and possible visions and connections are what follow. There is plenty of room for misreading the future in any sense. But the gods reveal clues in all things done and acted. Though they are no longer so direct as they once were, does not mean their frustration will not ease with time, and does not leave out the opportunity for them to leave life lines in their comings and goings. For as much as they might be loath to admit it, we are in effect children that must be tended to and cared for, even if their greater purpose lays elsewhere. For that was the only act of love granted by The First One.
With the preceding in mind, let us explore the potentiality of what may come to pass with an open mind. We are not so likely to stray far, for there is only so much in the realm of life that can be experienced by mankind alone. The spreading and changing of so many people will create and build strong nations of all accords. It has been seen that each are finding their own affinity to the land of their habitation, the reigning god making their presence known strong if merely by proxy. For we all feel most connected to those that remain close by. That in itself cannot be faulted. But there will come a time and distance where the gods for all their worth will not be worshiped in equal measure, and the balance of favor will tilt. For the gods do not need our worship, it is merely a respect and repentance owed to make up for faults and plays not knowing the better natures of outcomes. We are fools, and thus in our foolish made ourselves the joke. So we must keep the gods laughing. But not doing this in equal measure will ensure mutual destruction. None of those who stand so great to lead their own tribes out of their domains will attempt at glory.
Petty squabbles will crop up, of course that is the nature of neighbors. Each should like what the other has, whether or not they deserve or need it. We can expect these newly crafted weapons to spread, advance and get more complex. It should feed the actions of our most cursed and silent god, the End. He will collect all the souls lost, and for what will be done, in acts of purity or rage in his beautiful room of stranded lights. There will be counts, certainly, as the violence continues. Who is winning will ebb and flow, for that is the nature of conflict, but in the end it will all fall moot.
This division between all has the potential to afflict our most sacred balance, the Order that The First One worked so hard to achieve, sending their sacrifice to waste. The End is careful and patient in this regard, for he knows all too well what shall be done. It will be under his direction to drag the dim light of dusk over all that might hope to view dawn and the light once more. So dark a night will come not even our dear moon from Water should be so fortunate to shine through, as this is the darkness of the abyss and complete finale. This will be the end of all, and sent back to the beginning stages once more. Each separated, each in their own place without a common parlance to meet once more. For all the wealth of kings and queens, the arts of tradesmen, the crying of beggars and children will not sway the End’s mind. For he will take back what was taken from him. The cycle alone will not be allowed to cast once more as The First One had seen it.
No, for all that might be mixed will again be separated, left to the single handling of each of their representative gods, allowed to hold complete dominion over themselves and that which they deem so holy. It is not so much a farce to believe the End might take over even their siblings should they attempt to get in the way, for the End must have been the one to clean up the mess from the Precious Living’s meddling with the Beginning. It stands to reason he alone could wrest control from all others that might oppose him. For he was branded with that same name as The First One. Adamsa. What the significance of this is might never be known, for the language of the gods is an ever shifting mystery for even the most trained bards. The sounds are tricky, tracking tempos into rhythms in such ways to determine the definition of similar sounds into information that holds meaning. The art is not exact. There is no open understanding of the tongue, for it was taken when language between the beasts was as well.
Should the End come to us, we will be powerless to stop it. For he is much mightier and knows all our weaknesses intrinsically. The only hope of protection would rest with that one Blade, cursed by our own hubris, it may even lack the capacity to hold any hope to defend us. But if it was at any chance to be within grasp, it lays beyond the veil. The god still holds it at lengths beyond even reach. Any attempt to recover it has been met with resistance and disregard. For the End does not allow any to breach his realm. All who have attempted lay either missing and gone, or lost in the mental chaos in the creation of his own mind.
No, the hopes of mankind and even the animals of the Precious Living are long gone should the End decide to hold true to his name. Though, there may yet be a strand of hope. Should hope herself, the Beginning somehow be resurrected… it cannot be without possibility, can it? For what was created of The First One must still exist in the universe? Certainly the energy must exist, it must cycle, be part of all. For it could not be destroyed, unless our Willpower forced it. Yes, the force of Willpower has shown much, but it is still unknown if it could truly destroy. We sought destruction, but did we actually do it? If the End truly took the last moment of his sibling, then was she set back to the universe?
It is comforting to think so. In fact, that might just explain exactly what we see when the sun rises and day breaks against the harsh cold of night. That her Divine essence is enough to carry us forward. Certainly, there should be enough there to recollect, bring her back. If only there were simple instructions, ideas left from the hands of our greatest god. To combat the End, we must set about restoring the Beginning. And perhaps there just might be a way, in order to combat our certain end and make right all that we had set wrong.
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noknowshame · 1 year
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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saltpepperbeard · 7 months
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going fucking bonkers going bananas going INSANE [x]
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sayruq · 6 months
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TW: death, child death, mass murder, corpses (they're blurred)
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trashmakerarticle · 7 months
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Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.
Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?
Dick: obviously it’s me?
Tim: it’s dick
Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.
Bruce: it’s Jason
Everyone: WHAT?!?!???
Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week
*everyone looks at dick*
Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school
*everyone looks at tim*
Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him
*everyone looks at Damian*
Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy
Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away
Bruce: my precious little boy
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ofswordsandpens · 4 months
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Percy, who had finally accepted to bear the burden of the great prophecy after agonizing over it for years only for everyone to repeatedly tell him in the final book that he's not the hero and its not about him:
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ruporas · 2 months
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kiss of the divine
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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 10 months
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blakbonnet · 7 months
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on why am I crying today
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izacore · 7 months
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Our Flag Means Death season 2 episode 1.
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stil-lindigo · 8 months
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the fox god.
a comic about a trickster.
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all my other comics
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jakejeffreyperalta · 8 months
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sally jackson is literally the only person ever. she's so amazing. she's perfect. she's so kind it makes people cry. she listens to nirvana. she's beautiful. she fought a bull. she can cook. she's everyone's mother. she's a writer. she sings sad songs and applies them to her life and cries. she killed her abusive ex husband and sold him to get money for an apartment. she used to work at a candy store and bring percy samples of his favourite flavours. she shot a monster with a police gun in the middle of a war. she started making food blue because she's petty and she knew it would piss gabe off. she's an icon. she's the moment. no. 1 milf. no one's doing it like her.
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tadhannahj · 10 months
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I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending
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