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#The Ruin of The Kingdom AU
koumouby · 2 years
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What are they watching?
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cosmicwhoreo · 1 year
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The shit you see in Duskgloom... I kinda wanted to draw a sorta continuation of the last post- Meme under the cut
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fala-alfredo-pasta · 1 year
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Didn't make anything for Valentine's Day but remembered that I had yet to post my piece for the Danganronpa Rare Pair zine. So happy v-day to all the Oumaeda shippers out there💜💚
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randomspagetti · 6 months
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[Are You Sure?] (Curse!Au)
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(Next)
WOOP New pages! Cacaos in for it now- also I finally got those drafts so it should be smooth sailing for me. I haven't had really any art ideas so it's been boring butttt here's our boi
Choco trying to play negotiator a lil too late- and oops PV realized 💀. Holly fr is done with his lack of self preservation 😔
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randomnameless · 13 days
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Re about Cat :
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In Nopes she complains because her dad asks her to lend CoS troops, instead of asking Dimitri or Rhea herself...
But unless Count Charon is as dumb as Leopold, he knows pretty well Cat isn't the one who can lend him Church soldiers.
Of course Fodlan dgaf about non students characters, especially if they are affiliated to the Church, but I wondered, maybe Count Charon didn't want to ask Rhea herself to lend him some troops because he has a strange relationship with her -
Rhea is, after all, the one who welcomed his daughter when she was hunted by the Kingdom and the reason she's alive, Dad!Charon, whatever was his position during the "Cassandra hunt" wasn't the one who protected his daughter, Rhea was.
Maybe he feels already to indebted to her to even ask her, in person, for more soldiers?
As for Dimitri...
I always found it disappointing how both game never explored more Cat's backstory, ffs if Faerghus was "feudal uwu", the Crown (even if it was during Rufus' regency) ordered Cat's death, she was branded a traitor and someone who commited regicide ffs.
What was happening with House Charon at that time, were they happily going to give their daughter to the crown, when Catherine was the presumptive major crested heir, to have her executed? When the entire Kingdom branded her a traitor and had her name besmirched, was House Charon totes okay with, you know, the accusations that their precious heir participated in the plot to kill Lambert?
Lonato throws a fit because Christophe was executed by the Church, but Lonato is only Rowe's bannerman - Charon is one of the major Houses in the Kingdom, wouldn't they have thrown a "larger" fit if the crown wanted to execute their heir??
Or maybe that could fell in the larger "the Kingdom was in chaos" thing - House Charon might have been "this" close to rebel against the Crown ?
In a way, it might explain why Garreg Mach wasn't visited by the Kingdom's forces asking Rhea to hand Cassandra over if the crown's forces had to cross Charon territory to reach Garreg Mach...
So in with this BG, it would make perfect sense why Count Charon wouldn't ask Dimitri for more soldiers (granted we're talking about Church soldiers?) - Charon is still a loyal bannerman who fights for Faerghus, but his trust in the crown would have been severed, and it's up to Dimitri to rebuild that bond.
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itsamenickname · 1 year
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Ooo, I got a fun Bowuigi plot twist for y'all:
Instead of Luigi influencing Bowser to become a better person/Koopa, what if Bowser accidentally influenced Luigi to become more like him?
How do you think Mario would react to finding out that his sweet and innocent baby brother isn't so sweet and innocent anymore?
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ONE DAY i will stay on character design
Today is not that day
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happyk44 · 7 months
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"I'm not leaving you behind! It is my duty," he hissed. "I swore myself-"
"Your swore yourself because you had no choice, Percy." Her eyes were endless dark, devoid of feeling, of life. "You had a price to pay for your mother's life and this was your only offer." Her thin fingers cup his face through the bars. "You didn't choose to be my protector." She gave a weak laugh that made his stomach plummet to the floor. "You're not even my guard yet, not really."
Like a phantom, her touch slid down his cheek. He caught her wrist before her fingertip stopped gracing his skin. He could feel the rounded edge of her fingernail poke against him. Silence held fraught between them.
"Bianca-"
"Percy," she cut in, voice so sharp it cut him to the core. "I want you to survive. You're free. Take advantage of that, and go. Now."
"I can't go back without you," he said, quickly. She didn't fight his hold, but still his grip tightened. As though the harder he held her, the more she would stop protesting her escape. "You are-"
"Dead." Her lips thinned. "I'm dead, Percy. I was dead the moment they got their hands on me and I will be dead before either one of us even makes it beyond these walls, but you-" Her voice cracked, eyes watering.
He shook his head. Blood pounded in his ears. He didn't want to hear what she was going to say, wanted her to stop, wanted it all to stop. Just for a moment.
But it didn't, and neither did she. With a deep breath, she carried on, "You can make it. You can live. But only if you leave without me, so go."
His lungs burned. She inhaled so deeply, spoke so forcefully, and it made him hold the air in his chest until he couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't breathe, maybe she would. But his chest ached. Self-loathing wedged itself like a rock in his throat as he let go. The sound of his own breath was like nail on chalkboard.
"Percy," she whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer. Although tears hadn't yet fallen, her eyes were still wet. They glistened like the night sky. Her forehead pressed against the bars.
He looked away. The brick wall to his left was growing a fair bit of moss in the corner. "What's our star again?"
She laughed. It was a watery thing that choked him where he stood. Memories of standing the long grass, moonlight shining off the river, while she read her books beside him. Every so often, she'd look up at the night sky and search for the brightest star that month. She'd tell the stories behind the constellations. Or at least the stories from her kingdom. Any time she told a story, a fantastical myth, she'd follow up that her brother knew more - Nico, the quiet prince with a voracious appetite for legends and monsters.
Then, if she could spot the brightest star that month and if she recalled, she'd tell him what it meant for the people born that month. At least, in their hemisphere anyway. The stars were different elsewhere. Sometimes she'd crack open the newspaper, the stark image of her father, and read aloud the horoscopes.
He still remembered the incredulous sound she made when he told her they shared the same birthday. She'd dragged him to the library to refresh her memory on their star. Then argued furiously that he did not share the same traits as her.
It was a silly thing. She didn't believe it. He didn't either. But it was the first time they hadn't played the stiff act of royal princess and her knight-in-training. Not Percy holding his tongue and following strictly one step behind. Not Bianca doing her best to pretend he wasn't her shadow.
Awkward civility and stiffness carried thick between them from the moment Percy had been casted into his role. But that night, with the sound of yelling and laughter still echoing in their ears, they made an agreement. They didn't have to be the best of friends, but they sure could be casual with each other. After all, they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of their lives.
At least... they were supposed to be.
Slowly each finger detached one by one until all that was left was his palm pressed against her wrist. Then that fell away too. Still he couldn't bare to turn his head and face her.
"Leo," she said. "The lion. Strength, pride, loyalty, confidence."
A stabbed orange toy on new year's day passed through his mind. "Sacrifice."
It was quiet for a beat. Then, "Yes." His heart hammered so fast he could feel it in his throat. "The lion represents sacrifice."
What was he supposed to say? He wanted to run, to turn the lock with the key he stole, take her and run. Run far and fast. But deep inside, he knew she was right. He could get by undetected. No one cared about a child knight, not even yet passed his training. He could blend in and slip out. Even if he got caught, they wouldn't nearly put in as much effort to get him back as they would if she were with him.
She was right.
She was already dead.
He swallowed thickly and met her eyes again. The night sky glistened back at him and he thought of constellations and warm handshakes and kind agreements and silly arguments. Breath caught in his throat. "I'll miss you," he whispered, voice hoarse.
Her lips twitched. "I'll miss you too." She blinked, and one tear slid down her cheek. He tracked the wet trace it left behind until it welled up at the bottom of her chin and dripped to the floor. "Will you do me a favour?"
"You're my princess," he said. "I would do anything for you."
It was a weak smile she gave before she spoke. The sight of it crushed him. "Tell my family I love them." Her breath escaped from her shakily. She pushed back her hair. A classic move to hide the nerves that drove her hands to tremble ever so slightly. "And take care of Nico. Please."
"I will," he promised.
Her smile strengthened ever so slightly. But the tears fell fast now, one right after the other. Her face tilted away at the first streak. He immediately turned his line of sight back to the brick wall. Weakness, sadness, grief - she hated being seen with any of them. He always respected it. Look away until she was done. Don't speak, don't ask her anything, don't help her. Just look away and stay silent unless she calls out.
So, even as his mind's eye was trapped in the wet track of tears on her skin, the hitched sound of her breath holding in a cry, he turned and headed back for the dungeon's door. The doorknob twisted in his hand. The door cracked open.
"Percy."
He held stiff. "Yes?"
"Don't forget the bracelet."
Heat burned at the back of his head. In his pocket, the bracelet felt heavier than the weight of the world. When he had first arrived, she gave it to him. When he refused to take it, insistent that she could deliver it to Nico herself, she shoved it into his pocket herself. Like a ghostly stain, his thigh still tingled with the forceful and firm press of her hand. He was sure it always would.
"I won't."
"Stay safe," she said, a princess in a dungeon ready and waiting to die.
His heart shattered. Still, he kept his head held high. "I will."
Then, without another word, he left the girl he had spent the last three years training to protect. He was meant to die for her. It was the role he had accepted the night he and his friends had stormed the castle and pleaded for help with his dying mother. He didn't argue. He didn't plead. Without hesitation, he swore his life away for hers. Without hesitation, he swore his last breath would be hers.
Yet she was the one embracing the eternal coldness to come. She was the one breathing weakly so he could breathe strong. She was trading away her life for his. She was the lion, giving a mighty roar before the dawn of a new year. She was the sacrifice, held down by chains with a glistening sharp blade raised above her head.
But he wasn't the one lowering it upon her neck. No, he was the cold breath of winter. The first drop of snow. The wilting grass. He was the barren wasteland that drove her out into the open. He was the starving masses desperate to live. He didn't have to drop the blade. He didn't have to use his own hands to spill her blood across the ground. His survival was her end. And that made him her killer anyway.
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nillabean · 2 months
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*phone rings*
Civil Servant: How may I help you?
Chou'un: I need to speak to His Majesty. This is an urgent matter.
Civil Servant: One moment while I transfer you.
Civil Servant: *hands the phone to Asen*
Asen: *hangs up*
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tigertaurus22 · 8 months
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Cover art for Chapter 20: The Dark Forest
Features my design for a corrupted Dinraal
Excerpt from the chapter:
“I could give him the Malice treatment. Oh, wouldn’t that be a show? I wonder what he’d turn into?”
She mused as she entered the center of the ruin, the Blue Hinox having gone back to sleep already.
“Or maybe I’ll have this big guy stomp on him. Hm… no, too anticlimactic.”
She unceremoniously dumped Grey into the dip in the ground meant to hold the glowing orange orb that hung around the Hinox’s neck.
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koumouby · 2 years
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Sorry I saw "Hollow Mind" and had to do it.
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phoenixcatch7 · 10 months
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Brooooo I'm having so much fun doing fic research why did I ever stop (<- falls ill on a clockwork schedule).
Swear even though I hate using detailed plans I almost have a better time making them than I do the actual fic lmao.
Anyway for that time travel fic I'm going to write now I finished totk I'm trying to get a better idea of the pre calamity hyrule, which is so fun because it's entirely fictional, right? But one can INFER. One can IMPLY.
One can watch all the botw memories again and realise how dirty they did my boy link with his animations boy has the expression of a doormat. Like I'm squinting and I have no idea what he's supposed to be projecting. He seems like such a passive observer in his own memories :(.
But also the excuse to run around hyrule poking through broken down cabins and jumping off walls is great XD. I've always loved archaeology and this gives me the perfect outlet!
Like, did you know there was a big cathedral in the east side of castle town? Now there's not so much as a wall, there's no signifier at all, but that's what it's labelled as! I believe it faced south, so you would pass by it on your way out the east gate. Kind of crazy that's the original temple of time. Never seen it mentioned anywhere. It's potentially in the right place for oot, relative to the castle? I'd have to check.
Presumably it's where most ceremonies took place rather than the plateau - weddings, funerals and the like. (Coronations were almost certainly at the plateau.) Maybe it was part of a religious district? It's probably where Zelda prayed every day or every Sunday at least. Somewhere nice and public so people can see the princess being pious and filial and hard working etc etc. Poor girl.
On the opposite side, just outside the gates, is the prison, which has its own island in the moat and a little dock to fast track of the dungeons. I can imagine a lot of shiekah worked there, and it's interestingly (slightly worryingly) just across the moat from the ancient tech lab! That thing was a whole complex, it's ginormous! And razed to the foundation in a way you don't really get outside of castle town :/.
Anyway what's the point of having a whole moat if you don't even finish it off with a drawbridge?!? Seal the deal!
I'm going to have to get back to botw if I want to examine the castle proper though, totk has kinda done a number on it. Not sure how we're going to get it back down.
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hallucinationelias · 2 years
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Do you think if Madeleine learned about how difficult the life in the “mud town” Espresso went through, he’d lay down his facade for a bit and just. Ask Espresso if he wants to go back to Parfaedia, away from the horrid Republic that Madeleine realizes is literally pushing the locals into the dark & mud?
Based on the little I know about odyssey I have actually been thinking about this bc of my au mostly but I’ll say my ideas for that here in response to this
I like the idea that Espresso explains how awful the whole place is and what he’s doing to help it (in the au that is) and expects at least some kind of pushback but Madeleine is just like ok. And asks what he can do to help/what Espresso wants him to do. And to Espresso it’s a bit of a surprise that Madeleine believes the atrocity so easily but to Madeleine it makes sense. The council has lied to him and used him and Espresso never has why start now. Plus there’s no such thing as a perfect Republic and it makes no sense that there would be zero effect from what they do
So idk about actual cookie odyssey but I just like the concept that it’s far simpler than Espresso was expecting
Off topic but if Espresso becomes a boss battle in world 15 I won’t want to fight him bc he’s right
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philautia-agape · 2 years
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Kingdom Hearts AU where instead of Sora’s sacrifice in Hollow Bastion being undone 10 seconds later he’s just gone and you play the rest of the game as Kairi. Exposition happens and we’re told that when the heartless are destroyed and the worlds restored Sora should come back but for some reason he doesnt. Exposition happens, Nobodies are explained, and the leadup to the next game is Kairi on a hunt for Sora’s Nobody, since that needs to be destroyed for Sora to be Recompleted.
Can you imagine the events of CoM in this light? Hell, let’s make this sad story worse: Naminé boss fight. Kairi kills Naminé, but due to Naminé’s special circumstances instead of Recompleting Sora that just fuses Kairi and Naminé, forcing Kairi to feel all the grief Naminé carried.
Come the events of KH2 Riku is trying to kill Roxas to bring back Sora whereas Kairi, with Naminé’s feelings in her heart (let’s follow KH tradition and call this Kairi-Naminé) is fighting against Riku because even if killing Roxas would Recomplete Sora, Roxas is still his own person deserving of life, contrasting Riku who was guided by DiZ and believes Nobodies Shouldn’t Exist and killing them is No Harm Done. Of course Roxas summer vacation still has to end in death to end the game’s prologue, then we play as revived Sora. But while Sora wants to reunite with his friends, Riku is going thru his edgy “fuck i did somehting so fucked up my friends are better without me” phase and Kairi is like “hey babe would LOVE to chat but I gotta 2 people I have to bring back from the dead so see you later” and so Sora’s just on a mission to reunite with his buds when Organization XIII shows up to ruin everything.
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opal-stars · 2 years
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Queen Zoya 💙⚡
instagram ⚡️ @opal.stars
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keykidpilipili · 2 years
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Me designing the guard outfits for Genesis, Angeal and Sephiroth:  ♫
My brain: RG is chill with wings so they can wear open back coats and shirts.
Me: Oooooooooooooooh
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