Cant Find A Working Stream Rn Killing Myself

Sometimes a creative outlet is a fun little hobby and sometimes it's a lifelong affliction. Like I crochet because making little woven animals sparks joy and I'm a writer whether I like it or not because I'm tormented by visions

You meet your soulmate at 15.

He’s a rough boy with bruised, bloody knuckles and a deep scratch under his eye. But he has gentle, downturned eyes that remind you of the blue of winters first frost.

He runs into you on your way home from school, crashing into you along the cobblestone path that leads you to your house, and when you get knocked backwards you feel yourself on the verge of tears from shock, but when his shaky hand comes out to help you up with a wobbly apology, you glance up at him and a sudden telltale warmth spreads from where your hands touch down to your toes. You feel your soul mark scratch at your skin and you gasp, but he only winces at the lightning prick of pain that tells him who you are to him.

He helps you up and your face warms. He looks panicked, like a cornered dog. You then spot the smattering of blood across his white school shirt. His shoes are caked with it, with dirt and scuffed from running through the mud. Your face falls and just before you can ask him if he’s okay, he tells you his name, and then pushes past you in a sprint. The scent of blood flies past your senses and you stare at his back as he gets smaller and smaller in the distance.

You don’t see him again for 15 years after that night.

Until one day you hear about the new Warden at the Fortress of Meropide, and without truly thinking - your finger curiously traces the somewhat familiar scar underneath the man’s eye on the photograph on the front page.

Your soul mark then hisses under your skin, the heat crawling up your arm and onto your tongue. Your brow pinches in confusion.

His name is unfamiliar, Wriothesley.

You only know the name of the boy who ran into you that night.

The Genshin stans have to stop babying Kaveh. He's a man over the age of 30 and his situation is his own fault.

White people disguising their racism and xenophobia by dumping it all onto Dori cuz they know her design is orientalist and gets shit on by even POC, will never sit right with me. Especially in defense of a grown man who is the cause of his own adult suffering.

He's the one who refused to accept joint ownership of a free house simply because Alhaitham would be the other owner.

He's the one who was commissioned to make Dori's palace, then finished building most of it on a cliff location she argued against, that was also a withering zone. The withering took everything down in one night and Dori was so mad she wanted him removed from the project because of all the time and money lost.

He's the one who made the active decision to sell everything he owned, including his family home, so he could put forth at least 70% of the funds necessary, to rebuild the palace. He cost Dori an ass load of money and she still had to pitch in, AGAIN, to fill that remaining 30%. The reason he owes her money is because his impatience cost her money and, in the end, he still wasn't able to pay everything back by himself, so she had to add in more of her own money.

In fact, it was so bad that he actually overspent on materials. Because Kaveh doesn't think about what the client wants. It's about what Kaveh wants most. His Hangout literally shows this when a dude wants a building with a very specific design because it'll be within the price range he can manage, and Kaveh did nothing but argue because he didn't like how it would look if he did it the way the man wanted it.

He's the one with no concept of how to save money. He's in debt because of his own actions. He can't even spare a minute to to use his brain before he gets swindled out of everything he has.

Kaveh is self-destructive and it's all HIS fault.

This one took me a while to draw but I wanted a good represention of Arlecchino

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 If you are a chaser of freedom, the Anemo Archon will bless you.

post irminsul scara is so funny. you dont understand. he's commited atrocities. he has a semi-justified god complex. he has tried to destroy at least two nations. he knows the deep secrets of the universe. he is currently in college and doing his thesis. he unironically goes by hat guy. his main hobby is writing research papers and arguing with political science majors. he is technically on parole.

Bitches don't want money, they want the Practical Magic house

*Presses hands together and inhales*

The Hoyofair group of Clorinde, Wriothesley, Arlecchino, and Kinich all have something in common. They're all orphans.

I bring this up because now imagine a Modern AU if they all grew up in the same orphanage. Wriothesley being the oldest, Arlecchino and Clorinde being similar in age but younger than Wrio by like a year or two and Kinich is the youngest of the four by three to four years.

That means all three of them are especially protective of Kinich.

I will leave this here to stew. I need these four now. Auggffhhhhh!!

Angst plot and the orphanage was unfortunately very much like the House of the Hearth and so the three tried to protect Kinich and/or tried to figure out a way to escape and they just lived in their own in the cities.

Dancing with Wriothesley