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Not all venom fans are monster fuckers 😞 some of us are just aroace disasters who like the idea of a platonic soulmate who likes to murder annoying people for you, is that so bad?

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Official Strifesodos Week Prompt List!

Strifesodos Week will take place from October 7th-13th! I wanted to give people as much time as possible to work on their stories and artwork!

Check here for the Guidelines

And check here for the AO3 Collection

#strifesodos #strifesodos week 2024 #genesis rhapsodos #cloud strife

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Zack hums and dives back into the shoe box. Something metal clicks together and his fingers tangle with a chain, rattling as he pulls it up. An old set of dog tags dangle in front of his face and he rests them in his palm, looking at them closer. He pauses when instead of seeing Cloud’s name, he finds his own.

Fair Zackary 1985.09.19 SOLDIER 1st Class AB NEG

"Why do you have these?” Zack asks softly, rubbing his thumb over the engraved letters.

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this is a fic i started based off something a friend said on twitter last year in may and i finally updated it after a year.

#writing #lemon #fluff #zakkura #zack x cloud #ffvii #final fantasy vii spoilers #author has not played rebirth yet #alternate universe #au #older cloud

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Alastor, almost dying for ppl he thought were his pawns and having emotions beyond "smile smile":

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episode prompto (2017)

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Wip Wednesday (im only 3 hrs late hush)

Some puppets were delicate, others were nearly invincible. Olivia sometimes wondered where she fell. She could parry and block attacks, but should she be hit she would crumple like a dying flower. It was one such hit that had her curled in an old carriage, holding a power cell tightly as it slowly drained into her trembling hand.

The dog had come out of nowhere- it had bitten her leg and clawed at her back. She took it down with a swift shot to the neck, then with her rapier, before retreating into the very carriage it hopped down from. When the cell is drained, she stuffs it back into her bag and emerges from the carriage. 

The oil was warm on her cold skin, but she felt none of it as she walked through the streets of Krat. Her hands are tightly gripping onto her rapier and pistol, the engravings pressing into her flesh. She doesn’t know where they came from- her muscle memory knew how to use them, but her mind was blank.

Something flashing in the corner of her eye stops her. She turns her head and she pauses, lips parting in awe as she watches a glowing blue butterfly easily fly in the rain towards her. Olivia slowly lifts her empty hand up, staying still when the butterfly delicately lands on her finger. Its wings slowly flap and it taps its little legs on her finger.

She brings it closer to her face and finds a warmth filling her. How this butterfly survived or why it felt and looked like the Ergo in her pocket wasn’t her concern. Just seeing something so beautiful in a ruined city made her crack a tiny smile. It suddenly takes off and disappears in a plume of blue that gently brushes her face.

The grinding of metal on metal makes her whip around, warm feelings gone, and freezes in place. A puppet clad in blue is striding towards her, flinging his sword out to the side after sharpening it on his metal arm, causing sparks to fly. She describes him as one thing- menacing. He pauses a few feet away when he sees he has her attention.

She squints, thumb twitching towards the pistol at her hip and her hand lifting her rapier as she turns around completely. The puppet only lifts his own sword up. Neither of them move. Then, ever so slowly, Olivia takes a step to the left. He copies her, their feet scuffing against the stone. They slowly circle each other.

Two puppets coated in oil, rain, and who knows what else; circling each other like two predators. He was the one to make the first move. Olivia blocks the slash aimed at her left side, spinning around to try and attack from behind- only for the puppet to whip around and block that.

Their dance of clashing swords and grunts from the amount of force behind every hit is nearly drowned in the heavy rain. Their blades lock together and they are forced close together, Olivia keeping an eye on the metal arm that had landed a punch to her shoulder. Lightning suddenly flashes and it illuminates his face.

She gasps as a sharp pain suddenly rattles her head and ‘heart’. It causes her focus to slip and she blocks too late when he steps back and swings his sword. The downward slash causes her to jerk back, only for her to slip on the wet stones. Olivia lands on her back and quickly tries to sit up, only to see it was too late for her to stand.

The puppet is rapidly approaching again, his sword lifting up almost in slow motion and she squeezes her eyes shut. After months of pain, death, and barely surviving, she would meet her end at the hands of this puppet- who was somehow familiar… Yet, the pain doesn't come.

Her eyes slowly open, only to shoot open wider when she sees a familiar glowing blue butterfly standing delicately on the tip of the puppet’s sword. Its wings flap a few times, before it flies down to land on her chest- directly on her necklace. A tiny leg taps the locket before it again disappears in a puff of blue.

She flinches hard when the puppet suddenly moves- away? He sheathed his sword and tilted his head at her crumpled form. Olivia slowly sits up, but she makes no move to stand. Her legs are shaking too much. A strange sound suddenly comes from him and it's her turn to tilt her head.

The noises are similar to morse code, so she can make out a sort-of-sentence. Does he not speak the normal puppet language? But before she could say or do anything, the green lantern on his hip chirps and glows bright.

/\You’re the one Sophia is looking for! Well, I think. I can’t really see you.\/ As if on cue, the puppet brings the lantern around to the front and she sees a tiny cricket on the metal. /\Woah… you have a lot of Ergo, pal.\/

She places her free hand on the pouch hidden under her coat, narrowing her eyes. The cricket chirps nervously. The puppet quickly places the lantern back on his belt, his hand hovering over his blade. It took her a moment, then realizes her hand was also above her pistol. Olivia quickly drops her hand, using it to help her stand from the ground.

/\You should come back with us to the Hotel! It’s safer there.\/

The crickets' words are full of hope. Puppets can’t lie- but Olivia knew herself that they could. She takes a tentative step back, then another when the puppet tries to walk closer. In his metal hand is a softly glowing pocket watch, the other reaching out towards her. When he gets too close, she finally gives into her fear and takes off running. But as she sprints away, she can’t help but feel… sad.

#lies of p #oc #writing #fanfic #wip #my wips #puppet oc

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Butterflies

lies of p has taken over my brain for the past few months, i'm about to get the last ending to complete my trophies

#lies of p #pinnochio #digital art

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aaa

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“Mr. Handsome Idiot”

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p deserves to be a little feral. as a treat <3

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warmup doodles that i kind of got carried away with heehee

i got Lies of P for my birthday and i have been... playing it a whole lot lately

(in case of poor legibility, the writing is in the last ALT text/image description)

📣 PLEASE don't reblog with spoilers in the tags, as of posting, I've only made it part way through the Barren Swamp!

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HE IS FINE AND LOVED SEE? HE IS FINE AND GETTING ALL THE KISSES AND PATS

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"Go on, touch her. See? She's still cuddly."

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The villains first instinct upon seeing the hero’s young successor standing on their “doorstep”  at 3 in the morning, was to either slam the door in their face, or just kill them and be done with it. A closer look however, had them pausing, curiosity overwhelming their irritation at being disturbed. 

After a few moments of tense silence, the villain finally spoke, their gaze heavy as they eyed the stiff teen.

“Seeing as that mentor of yours isn’t blasting through my door dramatically, I’m taking it they don’t know you’re here…” 

The teen shook their head quickly in answer, and the villain let out a low thoughtful hum, their curiosity only growing.

“….How did you find me?”

The teen fidgeted in place for a moment as if making sure they were meant to respond, before quickly speaking, their voice a low mumble that even they strained to hear.

“It was pretty simple actually…” The teen answered, giving an awkward little shrug.

The response surprised a laugh from the villain, who watched in amusement as the little future hero jumped at the sound, easily spooked.

“Apparently not for the heroes or the detectives.” They teased.

Narrowing their eyes, they leaned against the door, staring calculatingly at the child before them, delighted that they were so much more fascinating than they had originally assumed. They hadn’t shown even the slightest amount of surprise at their appearance, meaning that they knew far more than just where to find them, far more than any of the so called professionals had managed to scrape together.

“You’ve figured out more than anyone else has, and yet you’re…. Here. There’s something you want.”

The teen seemed to tense even further at their deduction, their hands clenching in the fabric of their hoodie as they shook with nerves. Finally after a few moments of silence, they spoke, voice wavering slightly. 

“You know how to disappear, how to hide and start over someplace else. You’re a master at it.”

The villain raised a brow, letting out a soft hum of acknowledgement as they listened on curiously, wondering where the flattery was headed. Their relaxed posture faltered as the teen finally looked up at them, their face coming into full view for the first time. Suddenly tense and alert, they took in the sight of the bruised and scratched skin, tear stained cheeks, and hollow eyes, an old forgotten ache forming in their chest. 

Looking the villain firmly in the eye, the small teen squared their shoulders, clenching their jaw determinedly.

“Help me disappear. Please. You’ll never have to see me again.”

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Gackt Genesis isn’t short he just needs shorter friends

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Animation and drawing tips from storyboard artist, Sherm Cohen.