HC in my "everyone lives and the batch are all reunited" la la land
Crosshair engraves vulture wings on his rifle, and Hunter notices it first and asks about it, which after Crosshair explains, Hunter then paints subtle vulture wings on his vambraces.
Then Omega notices the wings on Hunter's vambraces, and she finds out so she puts the wings on her helmet.
Then soon after, Tech, Echo, and Wrecker also have vulture wings painted in their styles in various spots on their armor. All subtle, but all visible when you look closely. No one says anything, it just happens, and Crosshair slowly heals every time he sees his family's reminder that he's always been with them
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ngl the best thing about Wei Wuxian’s resurrection is that he’s not angsting about it 24/7 with his past having him in a chokehold that keeps him from perceiving the present time as it
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Did another improvement meme of my OCs from 2017 and got a little carried away. (You can tell just how much I’m procrastinating on something rn)
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Im taking the reveal trailer very well, clearly, I am so so normal, so normal about Cayde.. I swear.
Anyways, Ruxiz and Cayde, because I absolutely love drawing them and frankly I need to post them more.
Drawing exos is so so hard.
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What kind of love are you?
I was tagged by @mattodore <3
Love as a Performance
Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.
Love as a Choice
You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.
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a jegulus fic inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind but instead of both erasing their memories and starting over it's just James erasing Regulus after Regulus' death. End scene of au would be James at the shoreline where Regulus died, unknowingly searching for the love he can't remember yet can't escape
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I found the perfect song for if Grayson felt guilty at all while MC was gone/felt like he was the reason MC was gone :(
A House In Nebraska, by Ethel Cain
full disclosure, I cried when I thought of this.
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