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How tf does teyvat work????? Like you know that one commision where you deliver food from good hunter for Sara, how do the make the order? Does teyvat have phones? Or did they send a carrier bird that says "give me fried shrimp pls"
??? Does teyvat have deliveroo
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Viking Dabi returns to his fallen father's settlement, determined to claim his rightful throne
The stunning artwork by @oxygen537art beautifully illustrates the latest chapter of my Kvitravn series, set to be released at the end of May
OMG GUYS ITS THE SILLY! ! ! Vamp / Emo Finn has my whole heart and soul, I cherish him greatly istg.
Dumb question but if you were going to change the spelling of any Glee Character’s name (first or last) to an obnoxiously complicated version of that name who’s would it be and what would it look like?
Okay I love this question. I’m such a language nerd.
Kuhrt. Because it’s German (well, so is Kurt (the name) anyways).
but my brain knowledge ends there
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|| X: What hurts you the most when you draw that oc you make Afo's daughter?? ||
|| Me: The fact that even if the face came out super beautiful I have to erase a part of it because the hair goes through that area... ||
Bitch, Literally me rn:
|| You know that your "Delicious in Dungeon AU" is looking good when the sketch of one of the ocs looks like this: ||
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I think the mood for Chosen by the end of this video is ‘completely overwhelmed.’
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New animatic drop! Had this lurking in the background for a bit so it was time to finish it.
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SONG: Iscariot - The Vassar Devils
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And a Frankenstein's monster Arthur for Halloween. Thought that maybe Professor Marko Dragic found him after the ending of Arthur's story (if you haven't finished all missions with the Professor) and thought of "giving it back" to Arthur after his help.
Chapter 5: Of fights, Farewells, and Fools
I woke to the sharp chime of the bell, the sound pulling me abruptly from my daze and dragging me back into reality.
"Time's up," the proctor announced, his voice cutting through the lingering haze in my mind. Right — the gymnasium. I was still here.
I turned my head, only to find Ezra sprawled unconscious on the floor. Instinctively, I reached out to shake him awake, but before my hand could make contact, a voice interrupted me.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I glanced up, finding one of my classmates watching me with thinly veiled amusement. "And why not?" I asked. He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed.
"Are you seriously asking that?" Something about his tone scratched at my nerves. Still, I forced myself to remain calm.
"If you can't answer a simple question, perhaps you shouldn't waste your breath."
"A sharp tongue won't save you from your own ignorance."
"And your refusal to clarify only proves your own." I frowned, though he only responded with a careless scoff.
"Enough, Maverick," Clarence cut in, stepping between us with the practiced ease of someone used to extinguish petty conflicts. Maverick shrugged, utterly unbothered, and walked away without another word.
"What's his problem?" I muttered to Clarence. Clarence let out a tired sigh. "He's always like that. Not the brightest socially, but quick to mock anyone who's even slightly out of the loop. Let's just say he finds entertainment in other people's confusion."
"Charming," I said dryly.
"Anyway, what do we do about Ezra?"
"I'll notify the proctor," Clarence said, adjusting his glasses. "And for future reference, you should avoid touching him directly. His abilities are highly contagious — you did learn that from the time-travel session, didn't you?"
"No," I admitted. "I didn't get that far. The bell rang before I could see anything else." "I see." Clarence gave a thoughtful nod before heading off to inform the proctor, leaving me alone with Ezra's motionless form and the unsettling realization that there's far more to this boy than I ever imagined. I watched as Ezra was hurried off to the infirmary, and with his absence came a flood of questions swirling in my mind. Why is he contagious? The thought looped over and over, each repetition tightening like a knot behind my eyes.
Before I could stop it, my head began to ache — a slow, creeping pulse that warned me something was coming.
A vision, maybe. My magic stirring to life. Panic shot through me, and I bolted toward the bench where I'd left my mask, my hands shaking as I slipped it back on. Just in time, too — a fragmented memory was already clawing its way to the surface, blurring my vision and distorting reality. If I hadn't covered my face, I'd probably be the next one dragged off to the infirmary. A sigh of relief slipped from my lips as I sank onto the bench.
Honestly, I can't even overthink without overthinking the fact that overthinking might actually make me pass out. And somehow, just by trying to figure everything out, I end up drained by my own powers. Truly, fate has a twisted sense of humor.
"Hagarin~" Clara's sing-song voice rang out as she skipped over and settled beside me. I noticed her monocle wasn't on her face but dangling between her fingers.
"I saw your face earlier! You're really pretty, you know that?" she said with a bright smile.
"Oh... thank you?" I replied, caught somewhere between confusion and gratitude. She only giggled in response.
"Wait—why aren't you wearing your monocle? Wouldn't that give you a headache if your power activates?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.
She shook her head with a proud grin. "I've managed to control about ten percent of my power now. It's not much, but it's a lot better than having no control at all."
"That ten percent lets me shut down a small part of my ability. It only kicks in randomly if I'm feeling really anxious or overwhelmed," she explained, and I nodded along.
"What about the rest of your power? What can you do at full strength?"
"Well..." She tapped her chin playfully. "The best part is feeling almost normal—for once. No headaches, no sudden visions of doom. It's peaceful."
"But why a monocle? Wouldn't it make more sense to cover both eyes if seeing the future is such a problem?" I asked. She laughed softly. "I only have time magic in one eye—my left. The right eye? That one's all nature. Back when I was a kid, I used to keep my mom's plants alive with a flick of my fingers."
"Speaking of my mom, want to come visit her with me sometime? She's dead, by the way.""...What—oh! I'm so sorry for your loss," I stammered, completely thrown off by her delivery. Clara only smiled, unbothered as always.
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When class hours ended, Clara insisted that Clarence join us, but he politely declined, mentioning he already had other plans. So, in the end, it was just me and Clara. We strolled along the stone pavement, the crisp air mingling with the rustling of trees lining the path.
I found myself enjoying the peacefulness, a rare moment of tranquility. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Clara hopping along the stepping stones, entertaining herself like a carefree child. "Y'know, Hagarin, I have a feeling you'll end up acing the entire class," she said suddenly, her voice light and confident.
"I'm not sure if I should believe that, considering we both have the ability to see the future," I hummed, keeping my gaze forward.
"I'm saying this from instinct, not sight." She spun to face me, sliding her monocle back into place—a clear sign she wasn't using her powers to peek ahead.
"Right," I scoffed softly. "Why won't you believe me?" she pouted. "You're already better than half our classmates, and most of them barely have two functioning brain cells to rub together. Plus, they're just mean for no reason." "Are they?" I raised a brow. "I guess I never really paid much attention to anyone." The scenery was far more interesting, in my opinion.
Clara hopped off the last stepping stone and walked beside me. "Have you not noticed Maverick? Or even Liviya? They're not full-blown bullies or anything, but the mess in their heads is loud enough to drown out whatever kindness they might have had. Honestly, they're so chaotic, it's hard to even see them as normal."
"I suppose they do give me some unpleasant looks now and then," I admitted after a brief pause. "What about the blind girl? I haven't seen her face either. Everyone took off their... stuff during class, but I never caught a glimpse of her," I said, curiously.
"Oh, Alain? She's sweet, just incredibly quiet. But if you ever get the chance to talk to her, you'll like her," Clara said with a fond smile.
"She's blind, yes, but her powers let her see everything—every possibility, every shift in time. That's why she wears a blindfold. Without it, her mind gets overwhelmed. Though, from what I've seen, she's making progress."
"That's... actually fascinating. It's like a blessing wrapped in a curse." I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "Imagine being born without sight, unable to witness the beauty of the world—only to be gifted the power to see everything at once. Still, I'm guessing that's nothing compared to ordinary vision."
I glanced at Clara, my thoughts drifting. "Seeing through the eyes of a time traveler is so strange. For me, it's all washed-out shades of blue, with a slight distortion. Like looking through fogged glass."
"Really? Blue?" Clara tilted her head. "For me, it's this pale brown haze, almost sepia." She laughed softly. "Maybe it has something to do with our actual eye color."
"Could be," I said, returning her smile. "Just another strange part of our lives, I guess."
We finally arrived at her mother's tomb. "Hi, Mom. I brought a friend with me today—another new one besides Clarence," Clara said softly as she stepped closer to the grave.
"We learned how to time travel in class today." The tomb itself was well-maintained, adorned with delicate decorations built into the stone. It felt intentional, almost like a tradition that had been passed down through generations. Every small detail seemed to hold a memory.
I stood beside Clara, quietly listening as she rambled on, speaking to her mother as though she were still right there with us.
I'd be like that too if I ever had the chance to bury my mother—to care for her tomb and visit her like this. But no, life gave me something far more cruel. A memory I can never bury, no matter how much I want to.
When it ended, we both lit candles as a gesture of respect, the soft flicker of the flames dancing in the cool air.
As we slowly walked down the stone path, I broke the silence.
"Clara, if life wasn't so cruel, would you actually enjoy living?" I asked as we slowly made our way down the stone path.She gave a soft laugh, but there was a hint of bitterness behind it.
"I'm content with my life—even if the word enjoy doesn't really fit anywhere in it. If life had been kinder, I wouldn't have met Clarence... or you."
"Everything that happened today wouldn't have happened. That's just how fate works—we either accept it or keep fighting something we can't change." She paused, looking up at the floating lanterns that were starting to light our way.
"I know this world of ours is swallowed whole by magic, and sure, anything feels possible—like we're trapped in some cruel fairytale. Hell, reincarnation might even be real for all we know. But even so, I think I like this life. Just... go with the flow. Maybe you'll find a reason to keep going."
"Right," I murmured. "The power to rewrite my past and change the future is right at my fingertips... yet I didn't take it."Clara glanced at me, her expression unreadable.
"Because you know you'd die if you mess up your timeline."
"Time, fate—whatever people want to call it—it's such a tangled mess," she sighed.
"Sometimes, I wish I had something simple. Like the power to grow flowers or control fire. Something that doesn't make my head hurt."
"I get that," I said quietly. Neither of us spoke after that. We just walked, both letting out a long sigh at the same time, letting the silence say the rest.
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Later that evening, Clara and I parted ways to head back to our homes. Tomorrow was another day, and honestly, I was relieved this one had finally come to an end. When I stepped through the door, the soft murmur of the television greeted me.
"I'm home... sorry I'm late," I said quietly, spotting Hanari lounging on the couch.
"Where'd you even go?" she asked, barely glancing my way as I slipped off my shoes and dropped onto the couch beside her. "I, uh... went with a friend to visit her mom's grave."
Hanari just hummed in response, munching lazily on her slice of apple pie.
"I don't have any friends anymore, you know. You're never there. Maybe you could come to the main building and have lunch with me sometime? I saw your schedule—you have way more free periods than I do."
"Can't," I shrugged.
"Too lazy to walk that far, and the main building's practically on the other side of the campus."Hanari groaned dramatically, flopping back against the cushions like her life was ending.
"What if I just come to your building instead?"
"They probably won't let you," I said, stealing a glance at her.
She groaned again, louder this time, like the weight of her tragic social life was too much to bear. "I look like some lonely loser."
"You'll live," I muttered, grabbing her fork and stealing a bite of her apple pie before she could protest.
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Friday — Sparring Day.
Every Friday, our class dedicates the entire day to sparring practice. It's the only time we're allowed to fully use our powers against each other — under supervision, of course.
We were all gathered at the field, the usual spot for these sessions. I stood at the edge, quietly observing my classmates as they clashed, each person using their abilities in creative or chaotic ways.
Some were flashy, showing off like they were performing for an audience. Others fought with precision, wasting no movement. Then, the proctor called out the next pair.
"Hagarin... versus..."There was a brief pause before the proctor continued.
"Oh, Clara." Both of us froze for a second, equally surprised. From across the field, Clara waved nervously.
"Go easy on me, Hagarin!" she called out with a laugh, though there was a flicker of real concern in her voice. We took our places, standing opposite each other in the center of the field.
All eyes were on us now — classmates whispering, some curious, others already making guesses about who would win. We stood across from each other, the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the field.
The proctor raised his hand — the signal to begin. Clara didn't waste a second. The ground beneath me trembled as thick roots erupted from the earth, twisting and surging toward me like serpents. I leapt back, narrowly avoiding the first strike, but more followed in its wake, branches splitting off and shooting upward to block my escape.
She's fast. Faster than I expected.
I darted between the branches, my body weaving instinctively to avoid getting caught. From the corner of my eye, I saw Clara raise her hand — this time, a single rosebud bloomed at her fingertips.
With a flick of her wrist, the rose shot toward me like an arrow, its petals sharp like blades. It wasn't aimed at me directly — it was after my mask. I ducked just in time, the flower slicing through the air above my head.
"She's really aiming for my mask?" I muttered to myself. Typical Clara move — clever, but predictable. If my mask comes off, my power will surge uncontrollably, and we both know that could end the match in chaos.
"Trying to cheat already?" I called out, though my tone was lighthearted.
"Not cheating! Just creative strategy!" Clara shouted back, a grin splitting her face as more vines slithered toward my ankles.
I stomped hard, shattering a root just before it wrapped around my foot. If I let her trap me, it's over. The rules are simple — whoever hits the ground and stays down for five seconds loses.
"Alright," I muttered, cracking my knuckles. "My turn." Clara raised a brow, unfazed, as she unleashed another wave of attacks — every flower she could summon sharpened into dart-like projectiles, whistling through the air toward me.
I dodged each one with ease, weaving left and right, but just as I landed, something coiled around my ankle.
A vine. Clara snorted, clearly proud of herself, her confidence radiating as she tugged slightly, tightening the grip on my leg.
"Gotcha." But this was exactly what I wanted. I kept my back turned to her as she broke into a sprint, closing the distance between us. I could feel the anticipation rolling off her — she thought this was her win.
That's when I calmly reached up and removed my mask. For the first time, the power I'd always struggled to control worked with me instead of against me.
Clara's eyes widened in shock as my gaze met hers, the air between us thickening as time itself slowed to a crawl. The vine around my leg twitched, then loosened, retracting inch by inch as Clara's body faltered.
She stumbled, knees hitting the grass with a dull thud, a soft curse slipping from her lips. I could feel her discomfort, the telltale headache caused when her own time vision clashed with the distortion I created.
Her powers were fighting mine, and neither of us could fully stop it. Still, all I had to do was keep her down — and slowed — long enough.
"5... 4... 3... 2... 1!"The entire class counted down, their voices echoing across the field.
I took a deep breath, lowering my mask back over my face just as the proctor raised his hand.
"Winner — Hagarin."
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"It's fine, really. You don't have to apologize." Clara reassured me, still comfortably seated on the hospital bed.
"Clara! I'm really sorry." I showed up at the infirmary, holding an apple pie as my peace offering. She just smiled, waving off my concern.
"You really did well back there, but didn't I already tell you to go easy on me?" She chuckled softly.
I sat at the edge of the bed, carefully cutting the apple pie. "Well, I'm glad I lost though. Thanks for the food, I guess." Clara added with a light laugh.
The laughter and chatter from earlier had long faded, replaced by the quiet hum of the evening settling in. The sky outside was painted in soft hues of sunset as I walked down the hall, my steps slow and hesitant.
Part of me didn't want to leave Clara alone in the infirmary, but she had insisted I go home, saying her dad would be there to pick her up soon anyway. The halls were practically deserted now — most students had already gone home, leaving only a few teachers and staff lingering somewhere in the building.
Or so I thought.
That was until I heard soft giggles echoing behind me — the unmistakable sound of someone laughing to themselves. And who else could it be but Ezra?
"Don't touch me," I said immediately, spinning around to face him.
He raised both hands in mock surrender, a grin plastered on his face. "I haven't even done anything!"
"You always tense up when I'm around, don't you? Dove, you gotta ease up a little," he cackled, his voice echoing faintly through the empty hall.
I crossed my arms, trying not to let his antics get to me. "What do you even want? And why are you still here this late?"
Ezra clasped his hands together, his smile never fading. "Oh, I got detention — something about almost killing a classmate earlier!" he said, far too casually for my liking.
I raised a brow, equal parts concerned and confused. "Almost killing someone? How did you even come to that conclusion?"
"Easy! That classmate was Maverick — y'know, the guy who acts like he's the smartest person in the universe but actually reeks of arrogance." Ezra rolled his eyes dramatically before clasping his hands together, voice brimming with exaggerated enthusiasm. "So, to help him fully experience my sincere, heartfelt, emotionally touching anger, I pulled out a pistol when I got close to him."
He even pointed upward like some self-proclaimed intellectual giving a lecture.
I blinked, trying to process the sheer absurdity of what he just said. "Wait—hold on. A pistol? How did you even... What?"
Ezra gasped, clutching his chest like I'd just shattered his heart. "You didn't watch me? Oh, dove, I'm hurt! Absolutely heartbroken!"
I just stared at him, my silence practically speaking for itself. Ezra, on the other hand, stared back at me like a giant question mark had just popped out of his head.
Oh. Right. I forgot — he couldn't even see my face. The mask was still on.
"So...uh, just don't do it again." I finally broke the awkward silence.
"I like whatever is wrong with you — it's fascinating. I'm following you home." Ezra grinned, that usual chaotic glint in his eyes.
"Don't—"
"Too late! Let's go!" Before I could even finish, he grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me along.
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Not a request but, are u good at Chemistry?(I'm not, my Chemistry teacher always teach us like he's singing Rap God to us :)))
Dude last week i almost get my lab school on FIRE-
So yeah,no :]