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im sexualizing blacksmiths. men strong enough to craft swords but delicate enjoy to make you jewelry from the scraps
thinking about diluc and kaeya each having their own complicated relationship with religion. crepus is a devout believer of the anemo archon, to me, so he definitely took his kids with him to mass at the cathedral, if not every sunday then at least once or twice a month.
diluc learned to pray from his father; learned to give thanks to the god who gave this city its freedom, the god who blesses them with gentle weather and bountiful lands and protects them from tyranny. he believes wholly and truly in the anemo archon's grace; his father does, after all, and everyone says barbatos is great and benevolent and kind and helped found the nation he loves so dearly.
kaeya doesn't like mass very much, but he never says so. it makes him uncomfortable, especially in the beginning, worshipping one of the gods that his homeland has reviled - but he wants to fit in, he doesn't want to lose his place here. and surely, surely, it would be a dead giveaway to his "true" allegiances if he refused to pray to mondstadt's god. so kaeya closes his eyes and pretends to pray, because better this than losing another home. (better this than failing his mission, than failing in his duty to khaenri'ah.)
and then, diluc's 18th birthday passes. ursa the drake attacks. crepus dies. diluc leaves mondstadt. kaeya is left, alone, the only ragnvindr left (except there aren't any, really, because he isn't a ragnvindr anymore, he isn't allowed to be.)
the first time diluc's vision starts to go out, the light flickering and fading and dying, kaeya prays. for the first time, he doesn't pretend, he doesn't close his eyes and clasp his hands together just for show - he prays.
please. please. let diluc live. please don't let him die. he can't die. i know you hate me, but you can't let him die, he's one of yours, isn't he? he's a child of mondstadt. he has to stay alive. save him, please, please-
(i can't lose him too)
diluc's vision never does go out all the way. it always retains its light, even if only slightly. maybe the anemo archon really did protect him. maybe barbatos answered kaeya's prayers.
sometimes, when diluc's vision is weak, kaeya prays. surely, barbatos will at least grant him this. surely, barbatos wouldn't be opposed to keeping a child of mondstadt safe.
when diluc finally comes back home, kaeya closes his eyes and whispers a quiet thanks to his god.
diluc, on the other hand, no longer prays. hasn't, since that day.
he doesn't think he deserves to.
kaeya said something, that night, about khaenri'ans being sinners. a people who have been condemned by the gods themselves for their sins. he said it so viciously, so bitterly, so sincerely. like he believed it, wholly and truly.
if you're a sinner, then what am i?
kinslayer. a failure of a knight. a man who could not save anyone when it mattered most, who raised a blade to his own family. killer of his own father, and nearly his brother, too. he has learned to kill without feeling the slightest hint of remorse, to steal and torture and deceive. he has committed so many atrocities he can no longer count them all. his sins are far worse than kaeya's have ever been, will ever be.
if you're a sinner, then so am i.
diluc doesn't pray anymore. he's a little scared to.
and besides, no gods would save him now, would they?
not with all the blood on his hands.
some time after his return to mondstadt, diluc starts attending mass again. every sunday, he enters the cathedral with the rest of the crowd, chooses a quiet spot in the back, and waits for the service to begin.
he doesn't pray.
when everyone else's heads are bowed together in prayer, diluc lowers his head to show respect, but his eyes are open. his hands lie still in his lap. he stares at the wood of the pews in front of him as the sister leading the service offers words of thanks to barbatos. he does not pray.
does he even deserve to ask anything of the gods now?
and then diluc finds out the annoying bard that frequents his tavern is actually a god. is actually barbatos. not just any god - his god.
his god trusts him to keep his human guise a secret. his god tolerates him enough to become a regular at his tavern and beg him for freebies.
okay. this is fine.
(vaguely, diluc wonders if it is heresy to say no when your god asks you for something. repeatedly. but their dynamic has been like this for months before venti's true identity was revealed, and the god has shown no indication of wanting to change that. so, for now, diluc will treat him the same as he always has.)
sometimes, he thinks about asking. asking venti - asking barbatos - if he would forgive diluc of his sins. if he deserves to be forgiven.
he never does ask.
Why do the ship names "jiper" "jasiper" "jasper" exist when the elite name "Lightning McLean" is literally right there bruh š
Legitimately asking. In your opinion, what's the main difference between a stew and a soup
In my experience: stew liquid is thicker, there's less liquid in stew than there is in soup, and the liquid functions as more of a gravy than as a broth. It can be a bit arbitrary, though. Sometimes food language (& language in general, but we're talking about stew right now) is more about describing intent than it is about describing exact rigid physical characteristics, y'know? It's part of why I can't stand the whole "is x food a y?" schtick.
aizawa and izuku loves shittalking together actually.
After the very awkward transition from teacher and student to colleagues, sit around in the teachers lounge in mostly silence. they work in silence -- well, mostly silence, as Izuku mumbles to himself.
"Keji, in my class?" Izuku says after hours of silence. "The pink haired kid?"
"The one that blew up the bathroom sink? What about him?"
"He's been very-- He's--" Izuku hems and haws. "He's been kind of a cunt."
Aizawa looks up from his computer, torn between shock and awe. "Midoriya."
"Well-"
"You're right, but you shouldn't say it." Aizawa picks up his coffee, mostly to hide his smile behind the rim, "You just call kids like that problem children."
if you're still doing Rushton doll things could i be assigned as one š¼
You'd be this silly caterpillar thingy!!! It's not a rubber face but I think she's super cutesie and I like the bright colors!! I got the pictures from here
hereās another maybe controversial/hot take: halloween should have been an anthology series and not a michael myers franchise. halloween iii would had been a critical success if halloween ii didnāt exist. at that point after halloween ii, audiences were too invested in michael myers that it was too late to turn halloween into the anthology series it was always meant to be
I am a chronic turn signaller. People will be like āthereās no cars around.ā Wrong, Iām
1. letting pedestrians know.
2. Iām doing this in case I missed a car or person somewhere, or
2b. Iām gonna be stuck at this intersection til a car or person shows up
3. It makes it a habit
Having media literacy is more important than being good at math prove me wrong
I believe in my heart that this is what Scam Likely really looks like
isnāt it weird how toxic masculinity is still a thing when the aragorn/boromir forehead kiss should have obliterated it back in 2001
being a portraiture artist is so embarassing some people draw awesome dragons but no matter what i try i never get more excited to draw anything but some guy i know
yeah i might be aroace but people are still pretty. what about it