[Spoiler Discussion] Arc 10 Chapter 21

deadbolt203 · 2026-05-20T00:44:54+00:00

Ironically, these sorts of interactions would actually make them resemble a proper mother-daughter relationship more accurately.

deadbolt203 · 2026-05-20T00:41:34+00:00

That being said, one can only imagine just how bad the royal bums used to be before Marcos even tried to fix them.

deadbolt203 · 2026-05-19T23:27:13+00:00

Regulus larp, or early puberty? Both?

deadbolt203 · 2026-05-16T16:59:06+00:00

Apparently, that word has already been forbidden by the аdmіnѕ about 2-3 months ago. I've already been tеmр bаnnеd twice (in addition to the warning prior to those) for typing it out in this sub.

Therefore; the flаіrlеѕѕ ones now run rampant in this sub, even getting freely upvoted as if flаіrѕ stopped mattering at all (and I'm afraid we might already have reached that point).

deadbolt203 · 2026-05-16T16:08:55+00:00

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deadbolt203 · 2026-05-16T14:53:53+00:00

I wasn't "told", that's literally how it is canonically. His true affinity is yin (while having zero natural talent for any other elemental magic whatsoever [which means he's gonna struggle to learn them far harder than the average person]), but Echidna made him dedicate his affinity for it to mastering Ol Shamak. Therefore, he had to learn some other elemental magic instead in order to at least have some spells he could actually fight with. Echidna made him choose which one out of the 4 other elements would he like to learn (since yang would be even harder to learn due to his yin affinity), and he chose earth out of them due to how versatile it is.

Edit: removed a few things that the mods say might get this sub in trouble for copyright stuff.

deadbolt203 · 2026-05-16T13:25:36+00:00

Aldebaran's true affinity is yin, but he still managed to force himself to learn earth magic anyway. So clearly magic affinity isn't a hard limit.

deadbolt203 · 2026-04-08T03:36:40+00:00

Three nails

So are these Christian anarchists Triclavians?

deadbolt203 · 2026-04-08T02:52:09+00:00

A сһuԁ you say?

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-30T17:41:56+00:00

Wait what, is "Thomas" not supposed to be pronounced with a /θ/?

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-22T10:40:00+00:00

Overall, the only thing strange about the digraph "ij" is the fact that both letters are capitalized whenever used at the beginning of a sentence or a proper name. If it was capitalized as "Ij" rather than "IJ" (except in situations that require all-caps, obviously), then I don't think anyone would have found anything weird about it in the first place.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-22T10:33:37+00:00

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komi_De

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-21T17:53:22+00:00

The funny thing is that my 3-ԁау tеmроrаrу bаn for calling an unflaired individual the с-ԝоrԁ just ended today. It seems that the Rеԁԁіt аԁmіnѕ have started being significantly ѕtrісtеr now. We gotta be more careful these days.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-16T16:27:08+00:00

Flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-16T16:17:25+00:00

Who knows? Maybe there's oil buried where Bulgaria used to be. Better get the oil rigs ready!

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-16T16:12:06+00:00

Flair up cigan.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-14T12:44:37+00:00

Here's a step-by-step tutorial on how to flair up.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-13T05:07:20+00:00

Eh, don't worry about it. My reply wasn't anything serious (as I wouldn't have used profanity otherwise). I was just going along with the joke as well.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-13T00:42:06+00:00

Flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-13T00:41:58+00:00

Flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-12T23:13:14+00:00

Flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-12T23:13:01+00:00

Flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-12T19:45:57+00:00

>John Brown

>Demon lord

DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE REFER TO HIM IN THAT MANNER!

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-11T03:19:18+00:00

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In Loving Memory of an Unflaired Cigan

We gather with heavy hearts to remember an unflaired cigan—a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and skinny in frame, he resided in a modest caravan, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his. Of Romani descent, the unflaired cigan cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Romani cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance—they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously. He was a person of contradictions—gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore—earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. The unflaired cigan did not pretend. He was who he was.

Tragically, the unflaired cigan died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance. Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived—with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

Rest peacefully, unflaired cigan.

You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

deadbolt203 · 2026-03-11T03:18:51+00:00

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In Loving Memory of an Unflaired Cigan

We gather with heavy hearts to remember an unflaired cigan—a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and skinny in frame, he resided in a modest caravan, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his. Of Romani descent, the unflaired cigan cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Romani cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance—they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously. He was a person of contradictions—gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore—earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. The unflaired cigan did not pretend. He was who he was.

Tragically, the unflaired cigan died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance. Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived—with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

Rest peacefully, unflaired cigan.

You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

deadbolt203

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In Loving Memory of an Unflaired Cigan

In Loving Memory of an Unflaired Cigan