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So

I said I would post this on the first day of pride month, but I forgot to do this until today.

Basically, here’s a bunch of pride Icons I made for myself (a lot of Bisexual and Genderqueer Icons)

And some Icons I made for my friends.

✨Enjoy✨

These literally were just made with IbisPaint X(free), and were pretty easy to do. Feel free to use, just credit me.

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So I’ve been playing a lot of FF7 recently

And I’ve been tormenting my discord server with my thoughts while playing, so now, I torment tumblr.

#ff7 #final fantasy #gameplay

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So I’ve been playing a lot of FF7 recently

And I’ve been tormenting my discord server with my thoughts while playing, so now, I torment tumblr.

#ff7 #final fantasy #gameplay

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More of the FFXV fanfiction: “Whatever It Takes”

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She vanished once more, leaving the two to prepare anything else. “Do… We write about Ardyn?”

“Yes, for your sake. Ignis and them will remind me not to trust him if he comes over on our side.” Noctis said, quickly writing down “‘Don’t trust Ardyn. Red hair, lots of clothes, hat. Creepy smile.”

Luna let out a light chuckle at Noctis’ last quip. “Creepy smile.”

“What, am I wrong?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Can’t say.” She replied, watching as Noctis handed her the photo to glance over. Luna read over the words carefully, her eyes noticing that he had crossed out ‘Lunafreya’ and replaced it with ‘Noctis’ in the ‘Find Noctis’ section. That’d be confusing to her, seeing her name crossed out like that -not that any of this wouldn’t be confusing. “May I suggest crossing my name out entirely?” She said, handing it back to him. When it was returned, the name that was once there was replaced with a scribbled square of black. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Probably should’ve waited to write things down anyway.”

“It’s alright.”

“So much for having all the time in the world, huh?” Noctis started, nervously fiddling with the pen that was given to him.

“Yeah, apologies for the poor fortune telling.” She replied, her finger rubbing the photo in a side to side motion.

Noctis showed a tired smile, before realizing they hadn’t asked too many questions about a particular ‘side effect’ as Ardyn had put it. “Luna, could you call Gentiana?”

“Gentiana?”

“Yes?”

“Gentiana, would you mind going into further detail on what is meant by ‘light becomes dark’?”

Gentiana looked sadder, as if she was hoping they wouldn’t dwell too much on this topic. “Well… As you two are heroes of light, after returning to life, you may descend into darkness. It’ll start from the wounds that killed you, please keep an eye on them and your behaviors. Ardyn, he’ll potentially turn light. It merely depends on what happens after your return.”

“I’m… going to write this down.” Noctis said, receiving the photo from Luna. He quickly jotted down ‘Light -> dark. Watch any healing wounds, and watch your actions’. “I… May not remember this, Gentiana, will there be any chance that you can warn me? Or assure Luna gets to me before anything happens?”

“I can try my best.” She replied, “Are there any other questions?”

The two pondered to themselves, they looked to each other as if to ask if they truly did. “No, thank you Gentiana.” Lunafreya eventually spoke up for both of them. She watched as the Messenger gave a nod and disappeared into thin air once more. Receiving the photo once more from Noctis, she stared at it and read through the writings he gave her. “You’re sure it’s alright for me to have this?”

“Yes. It’ll help you– it’ll probably be more helpful for you than for me in this scenario.” He said, the sadness clearly showing in his eyes. “When we meet again, you’ll return it to me.”

“I will.” She said, her chest feeling as if an anvil had dropped inside of it. Why did they have to return under these conditions? After everything?

The two, left to their own devices until the countdown was completed, sat in their emotions and train of thoughts. They had asked Gentiana any remaining questions that were left floating around in their minds. Eventually, it was time. Ardyn had re-entered the room with one of the deities. He looked too smug for his own good. “Ah, I see you two are looking as chipper as always.” The flamboyant one earned a glare from the both of them, and a mumble of annoyance from the god in the room.

“You two have been given the conditions of your returns?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready to return?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.” With that, a bright flash of light intercepted the entire room, absorbing the three deceased beings. There was no time to say goodbye, or to prepare for anything else. A simple flash, and they were gone.

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#ffxv #writing #fanfic #platonic lunafreya and noctis

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Rip my girlfriend for having to put up with my random texts as I was playing FFXV. She went AFK to eat, so naturally I ran around in circles— and then got bored.

Here’s some of the best in game photos I’ve seen (two of them is taken by yours truly) yet

#ffxv #ffxv photos

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Hey look, I’m writing a fanfic

Whoa

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Resting on the large, intimidating throne, were two heroes. A heroine dressed in a long, white gown with shorter sleeves, sitting on the armrest. The one sitting on the throne was dressed in a royale black tux, looking as if he was ready to pass out right there and sleep for a thousand years. On his lap, was a dearly treasured photo of the four of them at Altissa. They were older, reposing at a spot they had taken a photo in when they were younger. Prompto had the photo of when they were younger. This was the photo that was shown to the heroine, Lady Lunafreya. She had held it up to look at, her face full of pride. Those were her boys; even if she hadn’t gotten the chance to properly meet them, she still adored them to no end because they were there for Noctis, her betrothed. Though, the two decided long ago that they were close platonic friends, rather than romantic partners. They were willing to engage for the peace treaty, and that was just about it. “We have all the time in the world now, so… What would you like to know?” Noctis had started, his groggy voice bouncing around the room.

“This is true. Well, minus the couple of times we could mail back and forth.”

“I did enjoy the Ignis stories you shared, same with Prompto and Gladio. They seem like great friends.”

“They are… I wish I had more time with them.” He said, longing ruling his voice with an iron fist. “I’ve made peace with everything, but if I knew what I did now, I would have done some things differently.”

“You and me both, though, I had an inkling of what would happen, a few changes wouldn’t be so bad.”

“You had an inkling, I had a blank page.” He replied, “It wasn’t until the very end that the page was written on.”

The room started to shift, causing Noctis to feel a chill creep up his very spine. This energy… It felt familiar. It couldn’t be what he was thinking, or Lunafreya. She never had this kind of energy shift, well, as far as he was aware. When he looked at her, even she had a look of surprise splattered on top of her face.

A man in a well dressed and, as always, flashy outfit had made his entrance into the room, causing immediate stand up from both of the heroes. “Oh, don’t make such a fuss over little ol’ me.” Ardyn said, a small smirk making dents into his cheeks.

“What are you doing here?” Lunafreya had questioned, pulling her double-sided trident to her side with a tight grip around the pole.

“How are you here?” Asked Noctis, who quickly reached for the swords of fallen kings, but had realized it was no longer available. Instead he summoned two different swords from his storage that he had died with.

“Relax, you two! We’re not fighting yet.” Ardyn hummed, looking too happy for someone who had just lost. “And, as I’ve heard, you two have just been itching to return home, wanting just a little more time with your poor little friends. I, being the caring soul I am, struck a deal. We’re going back! With a little.. Side effects, but you two should be thanking me!”

“What do you mean?”

“What side effects?”

The darker red headed male seemed to enjoy watching them grow more stressed with his presence. “Well, after I was oh so brutally murdered, I happened to come into this afterlife with more, well, determination. Spite. Hatred. To kill you both, finally win after everything I had done to try and win before. I sought an audience with the Astrals, to much surprise, they listened. Since the prophecy was fulfilled and all, they had more time to listen, I’d imagine.” He moved his hand along the wall as he walked along, as if he owned the place. “It took me quite a while, but we were able to reach a compromise. ‘What was light, is now dark. The more you remember, the more you age.’ Oh, we’d be resurrected about… a day after we passed. Same, or near the same place that we died.”

What appeared in the room next, was Gentiana, otherwise known as Shiva. She appeared as the woman with long black hair in a short dress with long sleeves that had white wraps around them. She gave a solemn, yet frustrated look, the latter most definitely aimed towards Ardyn. “I’m sorry, I was one of the ones that spoke out against this. Your prophecies are fulfilled, you deserve the rest. I made sure that you two would have the best chances that you could have. You two have two hours to prepare. Oh… And Noctis? I’d hold onto that photo of yours.”

“Thank you, Gentiana.” Lunafreya said, giving a tired smile towards her friend. “Ardyn, leave at once.”

“Such harshness from her highness. After I came all this way!” Ardyn let out a small ‘tch’, his spiteful eyes glaring between the two before letting out a simple laugh and tipped his hat. He was going to win this time, no matter the costs. As he was leaving, he removed his hand from the wall and all that was left was the sounds of footsteps exiting the hallway.

Noctis, feeling an overwhelming abundance of emotions, sat back down on the throne. He wanted to scream, cry… Part of him was grateful for this chance to see his friends again; but… With these terms, would he even be able to view them as friends? “Lune, do you still have the—“

“I do, my apologies.” Lunafreya said, clearly overrun with her own emotions as she shakily returned him the photo. “Gen… Were the terms Ardyn had spoken of true?”

The messenger gave a light nod. “Yes, unfortunately so. You are to return to the places, or close to the places of your demise. Most of your memories will be erased, and your ages will be regressed. I believe… You will all start out at the age right before your journey truly began. Then, as you start to remember more, you’ll age according to those memories.”

Where did their journey, as she put it, truly begin? Lunafreya couldn't help but try to think of what age they would potentially start over in. How much would they remember? “Gen, could we potentially write on something now, and have that written piece stay with us when we reincarnate?”

“I know that Noctis’ photo will stay with him, but as far as any ordinary piece of paper, I don’t think so. I could collect a pen for you to write with on the back, if you would like?”

“Yes please. Thank you Gentiana.”

With that, the mystical being vanished from their sights, leaving nothing but silence in the air as both of them sat there and thought. When Gentiana reappeared, she handed Lunafreya a pen. “Let me know if you need anything else, my lady.”

“Of course, thank you again.” She said, watching Gentiana fade away once more. Walking over to Noctis, she noticed that he had been bending the corner of the photo back and forth. “…So… Since it’s your photo, I want to ask permission if it’s okay to write on the back of it.”

“Yes.” Noctis said, looking as if he was going to disassociate any moment.

“Here, I’ll let you write.” She said, handing him the pen. “Er… How about this, ‘Light is dark, the more I remember the more I age?’ Or… is that not helpful enough?” Luna found her eyebrows furrowing together with irritation as she tried to help as much as she could

“Light is now dark, aged back to when the journey began. The more remembered, the more we’ll age. Find Lunafreya near— or— do you want the photo? You won’t really have anyone…” Noctis had started writing, but then stopped mid sentence and looked up at her with concern. “Maybe this photo will help you more than me.”

“One day after our deaths, you may not have anyone either, Noct.”

“I’ll be able to find Ignis, Gladio and Prompto. You need this more than I do… Besides, Prompto has plenty of photos to spare.” Noctis said, already determined. He quickly started writing over ‘find Lunafreya’ and replaced it with, “Find Noctis near the Lucian throne.” He thought for a few moments, before looking at her glossed eyes. “Is... that everything?“

“It’s kind of vague, but we don’t have a lot of writing room. I think I’ll understand. Gentiana?”

“Yes, Lady Luna?”

“Will you be there when I return?”

“I am unsure. I will do my best to see you.”

“That is all I need. Thank you, Gen.”

“Anytime, my lady. You have thirty minutes left.”

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#writing #fanfic #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #platonic lunafreya and noctis

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Summarizing my entire personality via one post:

While playing FFXV last night:

Noctis, going into Stasis:

Me, internally: eat my dick

teleports into a tree: OH FUCK

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Have some photos while i’m at it

Does anyone else enjoy confusing the fuck out of Ignis, Prompto and Gladio by climbing high rocks and seeing what they do?

I swear Ignis did a full on spin trying to figure out how to get up

#ffxv #ffxv stasis #prompto photos

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I’ll probably be posting fun little conversations like this as I continue writing.

Inspired by those “you see ____ at 3am what you do?” Conversations😌💅

Also, a baby Chimera sounds adorable

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“Fuck yeah, we’re gonna snatch a Chimera!” He said, starting to skip instead of walk. “You think he’s going to look like what we heard, or something entirely different?”

“What have you two heard?”

“In our legends, Chimeras are giant beasts with a combination of a lion’s body, a goat’s body, and a snake’s body for its tail. What about you?”

“A dragon head on the right, lion’s head in the middle, and a goat’s head on the left. They have the dragon’s wings on its side and a dragon’s tail.”

“Damn, both sound horrific. Let's hope it's something entirely different and easy to handle.” Raegel said.

“Okay, hear me out– what if it’s standing on two legs instead of four?” Giz said, trying to mimic a Chimera as he said this.

“I’m out. Sorry. I’d rather not.” The mage said, shaking his head.

“You see a standing Chimera late at night, what do you do?”

“Run.”

“Ask if it wants any late night snacks.”

“Giz!”

“What? If it’s at my place, late at night, you know I’m snacking when it comes in.”

“It wants YOU for a snack.”

“As it should. Anyway, what about you, Joan? Chimera late at night, sun’s gone, and you’re home alone.”

“Does it knock?”

“Nah, it barges in very rudely.”

“Shoot it. It should knock first.”

#writing #fantasy #chimera

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Gods I struggled finding a heterosexual on my list. This is the best I could do with my lazy editing.

#kin list

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Incorrect quotes generators are great

That's all

Warning for potential triggers?

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Ken: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?

Izzy: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

Mimi: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

Cody, as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because...

Cody, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

Mimi, texting: Don't worry, I have your phone! Text me when you're gonna come get it!

Izzy: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

Matt: I hate when people ask me, 'What did you do today?' Buddy listen, I woke up at noon and then it was five p.m., okay? I don't KNOW!

Tai: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

Matt: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

#digimon #incorrect quotes #digimon season 01 and 02 #quote generator

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When landing on the rough and sand speckled flooring of the cave, the three took a look around. This cave had two dark tunnels on each opposite end of the hallway. Sand was pouring in the middle of their location, so they had to choose one tunnel before too much sand covered their entire area.

“Well, lets pick our poison!” Giz said, mumbling a little rhyme as he pointed his finger back and forth between the two tunnels.

“Un, She, Lux, Blo-” Giz started until Raegel interrupted him.

“No, we’re not solving this with a childhood game!” Raegel said, stubbornness running through his words.

“Why not? It’s a reasonable way to choose a tunnel.”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“She fought on the go-”

“Lets ask an adult, hey, did you ever tell us your name?” Raegel said, turning his attention towards Joan as she was paying attention to their surroundings. She gave Raegel a look, trying to remember if she did or not.

“Joan.” She signed

“Joan, what do you think?”

“I don’t know what method Giz is using, but whatever one is the fastest, that’s the better one. You can use your… light? To explore the tunnels if that's quick.”

“Ugh, I don’t think it can go pretty quickly or far on its own. I guess we’ll use Giz’s… solution.”

“Great! Because it was already decided. That one!” Giz said, pointing to the one to the far end of the tunnel.

#writing

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Raegel glanced at Joan, noticing that she was signing to him.

“What’s Un, She, Lux, Blo?”

“You don’t know it? You’re not from Korin or Aeshe, are you?”

“Korin. What is it?”

“It's a kid’s rhyme, I think it was from Dekara, but I could be wrong.

Un, She, Lux, Blo,

She fought on the go,

If she bleeds, a cloth wrap,

She told me,

To arm with the best one,

Un, She, Lux, Blo,

And this is not it!”

“Oh! I think I heard a different version of it.

They flew into the sun,

If you look, one’s fallen!

Catch him with a net,

He stared at me,

Told me,

To look out, choose your best shield

San, Lux, Blo, Les

I choose the best shield,

San, Lux, Blo, Les

I choose the best shield,

San, Lux, Blo, Les

And this is not it!”

Hello! I've finally caved and checked in to see what Tumbler was about. I'm writing a couple of stories, so I may post them here. I also am an artist, but we'll see if I decide to post.

About The Conclave:

This is a story I've been writing since High-school. I really hope to help others feel seen with the characters and interactions with them. I currently have 9 chapters and have cannonly gay and neurodivergent characters.