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Actually bittersweet, or “Nobody will be happy” bittersweet?

obviously you don't want to spoil your story, but could you give a hint of how happy fnf will end? im mostly concerned about jinx, vi and ekko. theyre my babies you know ;-; and they sure won't get happy endings together in canon lmao

It's definitely bittersweet<3

I will say all three babies are alive and kicking by the tale's end, and even on decent terms, although them being quite big personalities and this being a saga, there will be clashes of interest and break-ups/make-ups in their future years.

Ekko def comes out with the most promising ending, as he's one of the few with the integrity to stand for what he believes in, and care for those in his community.

<3

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Snippet - The Void - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Jinx, what did you do now?

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

tw: jumpscares, horror

Snippet:

"Faster," Silco says to Sevika

His profile is turned to the window. In the green-tinged reflection, his skin holds a jaundiced pallor. The bruises are blooming full-flower across his cheekbone. The cut, on his temple, is the exact color and shape of a rusted fishhook. The blood has clotted into a dark smear, same as the mess gluing Vi's hair to her brow.

Same as Vi, he’d refused Sevika's offer to tend to the injuries.

"We're going top speed, sir," Sevika says evenly. "Unless you want us to tip the whole thing on its side."

"Do what you must. Just get us there."

"Yes, sir."

The crawler slaloms a corner. The interior sways on its axles. But whatever else, Sevika is an efficient driver.  She takes the next bend like a knife slicing through a butter. Zaun's tunnels, an intricate network of intersections, branch-offs, and switchbacks, seem as straightforward to her as a flat plain.

As the crawler speeds toward Entresol, the cityscape unrolls: the craggy outcroppings of cliffs and a ramshackle gridwork of industrial complexes.  There are narrow swathes of Zaun still luminous with neon. Others show dark patches, where the power has fritzed out. Smoke rises in a dozen spots, curling like ghost-fingers toward the sky. 

A diffuse blue haze floats like a halo above the rooftops. Here and there, Vi sees what Sevika was referring to: clusters of translucent blue specks dappling the gloom. Some as tiny as bubbles in a champagne glass, others the size of balloons. They float in midair, bobbing on an invisible current. Their edges shimmer like the afterglow of a flame.

Ghosts, Vi thinks again.

A childish terror squeezes the ventricles of her heart. Her eyes cannot peel away. They follow them, those little blue shapes, as they pirouette and pinwheel. She has the strangest sense that they can feel her scrutiny. That they are... teasing her.

Daring her to unroll the window, and reach out for them.

As she watches, a small clutch of them shape themselves into a playful O, rolling side to side like a pair of eyes. Then, in a flurry of winking sparks, they coalesce into two straight rows at intersecting angles: X marks the spot. The shapes become a disorienting repetition—XOXOXO—until Vi's head churns with vertigo.

She's seen that symbol before.

Scribbled in the margins of Jinx's journal. Notched on the maps scattered around the Aerie. Embroidered at the edges of Silco's handkerchief.

Slitting her eyes, Vi catches a sense of silhouettes at the granular margins of the light-show. The faintest impression of human dimensions: familiar, and yet alien, like a memory that isn't her own. Old friends from lives unlived. Lovers she's never met. Strangers whose faces are her own.

Vander.

Stunned, Vi blinks.

He is a hulking shape in the middle of the road, his outline diffused by the glow of headlamps. It is a Vander whom Vi has never known: brown as a bear from a lifetime of sun and soil, and broad as a mountain slope from decades of farm-fed decadence. His hair, the same dark mane, is clustered light-over-dark into the signature wolf-cut. Dressed in well-patched brown trousers and a threadbare cotton tunic, heavy-soled boots shod at his feet, he could be a farmer fresh off the Ionian wheat-fields.

But his face, the warm complexity of lines etched into a grin, is the same from Vi's memory.

The twin circles of the crawler's headlamps coalesce into a spotlight. Vander moves forward. There is no mistaking his gait. The same purposeful stride, shoulders rolling and fists cocked. The same head-tilted swagger of a man accustomed to toeing the scratch, and owning what's on either side. Vi sees his lips stir: words of welcome spoken like an incantation.

Violet.

Blut.

I’m here where you are.

Vi reaches, in a blind fugue, for the door handle.

In the rearview mirror, Silco's eyes snap to hers.

"Don't," he orders.

Vi freezes.

The phantom of Vander is suddenly eclipsed by the glare of the headlamps. His delineations flicker and fade, and in their place is a swirling angry blue, so bright it burns everything it touches: skin, eyes, teeth. Reflexively, Vi throws up an arm, the brightness solidifying into a pair of fists whooshing toward her at phenomenal speed—

Nothing.

The infernal phosphorescence is gone.

Only the crawler. The headlamps. The bare stretch of the empty street.

A hot wetness films Vi's eyes.

"Fuck," she breathes.

Sevika glances sidelong, from Vi to Silco. Twin coals of confusion—and low-key concern—are burning in her dark eyes.

"What?" she asks. "'Don't', what? What'd she do?"

 Vi drags in a spooked breath. "Didn't—didn't you see him?"

"See who?"

"Vander." She makes a frantic stab toward the windshield. "He was right there. He was standing there, just a second ago!"

Sevika's eyes flick back to the road, then reorient on Vi.

"I didn't see jack shit," she says flatly.

"Neither did I," the guard on Vi's left says.

"Me neither," grunts the one on her right.

Quietly, Silco says, "There's nothing to see."

Vi whirls on him. "Bullshit! You saw it, too! He was—"

"He wasn't." Silco half-turns to face her. His good eye is a chip of frozen sea-glass. "It's only a figment. An echo."

"An echo of what?"

"The Void."

The single word sucks the oxygen from the crawler: a deep peristaltic flex, like the darkness itself has gulped.

#Jinx are you being cute and messing with the fabric of reality again #Nice to see these three getting along though <3

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animation of the horses in love that I made

(i dont know how this social media works, SORRY 🐱 )

#Oh this is adorable #twilight sparkle #mlp #mlp art #pinkie pie #twipie

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okey dokey 👍

#I love her #lucy maclean #fallout #art

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x09 - "The Monster You Created" ↳ "Vi, she's too far gone."

#Okay so I tend to reflect Jinx's views on Caitlyn but that is a good look #caitlyn #arcane

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You could try LiaAqila (same name on several platforms)! They have absurdly cheap commissions and maybe the cutest art style I've ever seen.

They do commissions in general, not specifically icons, but I wouldn't imagine that'd be an issue.

Anyone know anyone who's doing (fairly cheap) icon commissions

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I noticed some overlap between some of my favorite fictional characters, so here’s a very niche Venn diagram:

#This took forever #The Veronica/Jinx (not a ship (for now)) section had way more stuff than I expected #As did all three of them #I like very tired blue-coded women who reluctantly kill people I guess #arcane #fallout #lucy maclean #veronica sawyer #jinx #heathers

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not the miscommunication trope 😭😭😭

If they would just talk to each other my fics would be so short

#I dunno #In my fics characters do nothing but talk to each other #they still never end

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#Silco #I think there will be few survivors

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#I was walking through the wholesale flower district…

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I've gotta say that there is no better achievement as a neurodivergent person than hyperfixating on a character for so long that you are known as "the 'insert character name here' person"

#Naming yourself after them gives you a nice head start

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On a similar note, I think new readers tend to see stories with a dozen or more comments, even stories begging in the notes for their thoughts and reactions, and think "Oh, everyone else has already told them they liked this, so I can't add anything." In my experience, my fics keep getting views for a while, but after the first couple days the comments stop.

And I wish people didn't feel that way! Because the fifteenth comment on a story (admittedly I've written two things ever with that many comments, but you get the idea) means exactly as much as the first or second or thirtieth one.

AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).

So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.

Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"

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Thank you, Fallout, for giving this particular line to Ella Purnell.

#Reblogging this because I think it's really good and it took me forty minutes so you all have to look at it more #Vijinx

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Vi : cat obviously will not replacing you as my sister ❤️

Jinx : but I will replace her as your girlfriend

Vi : you what

And that’s how jinx confesses.

#There are a lot of fics that start this way #Usually darker ones I don't tend to go for #Still fun though #Vijinx #Vi #Jinx

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The funniest thing here is the small "Vi" written on her neck being circled in the second image, when the enormous one her choker(s) make is right next to it.

Girl has one thing on the mind

this show was really made to be watched a thousand times to get every little detail

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Not only visually resembles (with the hair and the eyes and the gap in her teeth), but also a naive, hopeful girl who Vi has to protect, and specifically at the time where Jinx is trying (and admittedly failing, but still) to prove she doesn't need Vi to protect her...

Vi somehow dating a girl who resembles Jinx. Okay very normal behavior. Not Alabama at all.

#Vijinx #Vi #Jinx

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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again

#Yup