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Okay I Searched Up The Username That Originally Appeared I Think They Deactivated???

Okay I searched up the username that originally appeared I think they deactivated???

hello i’m lea’s sister :]

Wait pls I'm so confused it doesn't let me go on your profile- have you deactivated? sffdhdgdd

But uh... hi Lea's sister! Even though I can no longer talk to you???

EDIT: When I answered the ask it wasn't anonymous i-

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3 years ago

Oh yes a name would be nice :))) Um. I need help lol. Maybe Lea cause that’s what I’ve made my name in like uquiz and stuff haha. Any suggestions..?

Ooh I like the name Lea, it's cute. I'll tag you as Lea anon if you want, or if you don't like that you can choose a simple emoji, like a flower.

Either one would suit you, so it's up to you!


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3 years ago

okay this is a weird question but if you're on desktop, can you go on my profile, click the link to my navigation post and tell me if you can like the post? I don't know if it's the theme or what but the like button isn't showing for me?


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3 years ago

Legends of Darlaria

Legends Of Darlaria

⨰ summary: While standing at the crossroads of your forgotten past and your tumultuous present, you strive to survive—to win—a gruesome war. Amongst pools of blood and unmoving bodies, you traverse foreign territory in search of your lost identity. But unexpected twists and disastrous turns hinder your path to glory. What lengths will you go to be loyal to your nation?

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, many deaths, torture, blood & gore, graphic depictions of battle scenes, slow burn, non-graphic smut

⨰ wordcount: 350k+ (predicted)

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Legends Of Darlaria

⨰ 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 [𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚] let’s find out where we are…

⨰ 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈 [𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐞] let’s find out who we are…

⨰ 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 [𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬] let’s find out why we are…

⨰ 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 [𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚] we’ve found ourselves.

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 ⨰ meet the characters  ⨰ which kingdom are you from? ⨰ interested in beta reading? ⨰ the uniform ⨰ music playlist ⨰ official ost (instrumental) ⨰ the creation of lod


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3 years ago

Now that it's winter holidays I'm thinking of redoing my account, both on desktop and mobile, because I don't really like the way it looks right now

The only problem is that I have NO aesthetic sense and am incredibly lazy so we'll see


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3 years ago

Okay but that first paragraph is everything. The panic, fear, and suspense in those few words is so well written. I know for a fact I'm going to enjoy reading this series.

AH I can't wait for the full chapter

Teaser | Legends of Darlaria

COMING DECEMBER 31ST AT 4 P.M. PST

⨰ summary: You wake up amidst a war with no recollection of your past. Faced with suspicion and distrust, you struggle to assimilate into a foreign nation—otherwise known as your home. But on your enlightening journey to search for your identity, you come face to face with the General of the Army.

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, mentions of blood, (very) minor character deaths, injuries (broken ribs)

⨰ wordcount: 610

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Teaser | Legends Of Darlaria

⧖⧗Circa Sapph⧗⧖

Red. You see red. It’s the first thing you see when your eyes peel open slowly—as if they’ve been sealed shut for hundreds of years. Red. Labored breaths escape your quivering lips, your heart beating frantically in your chest. Red. It ripples in your vision, hues deepening in color—almost sinisterly, almost like it’s mocking you. Red. It swallows your sight, strangles your throat, swamps your senses. Red. Like blood.

Suddenly you don’t think you can breathe.

You gasp, sitting up, your fingers ghosting around your neck. Immediately, a sharp abdominal pain pervades your entire body, cutting through your insides. Tears begin to prick your vision. It hurts. Something feels broken, and a newfound throbbing finds its way into your head. You wince, biting your lip to muffle a scream. Then, you freeze.

Red. It encompasses your vision again.

The air is hot and heavy, carrying the weight of death in its feeble arms. There are immobilized soldiers bundled up in white bandages seeping with crimson blood, desperate soldiers who are wailing, pointing up to the billowing red canopy of the tent and cursing or praying—you can’t tell which; and there are many soldiers who have ceased all sort of movement. You catch glimpses of their stone-cold eyes before someone drapes a white blanket over their still-warm corpses. Blood stains the dirt in ugly blots of color. And you watch, frozen, as men and women in scarlet uniforms cry for their families, their friends, their lovers.

Your fingers tangle around a chain around your neck, and it takes a lot longer for you to notice that it is not a restraining cuff but a dainty necklace with a pendant hanging from the middle. A diamond. The white jewel sparkles against your soot-covered skin, twinkling despite the blood and the gore. Something about it brings you infinitesimal comfort but it’s comfort nevertheless.

When you finally look down at your own body, you see a frail figure—bruised and battered—but in a much better state than the others. Your bandages have been freshly changed, and though you’re in pain, you feel fully cognizant enough to think: what the hell happened? How long have you been here? Where the hell are you? Asking questions is at least a step in the right direction. You stare at the red fabric of your uniform, head whirling with thousands and thousands of different theories and ideas. But in the end, the thoughts diverge to one critical conclusion: you are a soldier.

A soldier. You must be fighting for something, then. Whether it may be your honor, your nation or your loved ones, you must be a soldier for something’s sake. But it’s quite laughable. Fighting for a nation you can’t even recall. Even worse, your enemy’s face is a blank slate in your mind. How can you fight against people you don’t know at all? How can you let their blood spill on your hands when you can’t remember how they’ve wronged you and your nation? Or are you getting too ahead of yourself? What if none of your thoughts are true? How can you be sure of anything?—you can’t—not when you can’t even recall a single name other than yours.

But the more you try to desperately sift through your memories, the more you realize that you have none. Your head begins to throb again, and you clutch your necklace for moral support, hanging onto it as if it were your lifeline (and you’ll treat it that way until you figure out what the hell is going on). It doesn’t make sense. How are you a stranger in your own body?

“Your name, dear soldier?”


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