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depressed-sock · 8 months
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Attack on @impossible-rat-babies
Alternative title: Dawn of a new day
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lavampira · 3 months
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emotional co-tanking or gay south melodrama for the wip round up? :O
wip roundup
ty friend!! 🖤
I’ll go with the good ol’ GAY SITH MELODRAMA for this one — it’s an older one but always on my brain, and it’s during the pining era of my sith oc, cadrien, and @hythlodaes’ sith oc, minaiph, who have been best friends since training together on korriban, then became sith lords who are assigned together on missions and begin to make a name for themselves, but they are. so very in love. and also so very scared of ruining their friendship. even though cadrien has sacrificed himself and nearly died for min, too. so this fic is cadrien’s pov of trying to deal with his feelings for min in increasingly dumb ways, like trying out casual dating (or ONS) with a mutual friend’s friend to get over it, and how it strains their friendship in their avoidance of those feelings, before cadrien realizes he can’t (and doesn’t actually want) to get over how he feels for min, and things start to mend.
AND A SNIPPET OF IT:
Too soft fingers brush over the gnarled skin of his shoulder, making him freeze with the gentle touch. “What is this from?”
“Don’t.”
It comes out sharper than Cadrien intends. His voice is hoarse, quiet in the still room beneath the low rumbling of thunder outside the windows, but laced with an undercurrent of warning that he knows is palpable. Confusion mixes with nervousness and flickers in Eli’s aura, but the other man is smart enough not to press the issue. Instead, he lets his hand fall back to the pillows above his head, giving him some distance.
Cadrien draws himself upright, brushing back the sweaty hair from his forehead.
“I’m sorry.” Eli pauses, clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”
“You didn’t know,” Cadrien returns.
Nobody did—that was part of the problem. The scar is a mark he’ll wear for the rest of his life, branded by the reminder that when it comes down to it, only one person means enough to him that he’d make that sacrifice. Only one person knows of its existence in relation to what he did. And no matter how hard he tries to get rid of the feelings brought on by that pivotal choice, he simply can’t get him out of his head. He’s a fool for thinking that he could.
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pearl-kite · 2 years
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some strange angel for whomever strikes your fancy? (I’m bad at coming up with topics ^^;)
So I went to wheel decide, ended up with animal, narrowed it down to marsupials, and narrowed it further down to thylacine, SO!
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The color palette ended up pretty on point for an entirely randomized subject
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kirnet · 1 month
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🔥 :D
DING DING you are the winner of my blue submarine no 6 rant!!
For context: blue sub no 6 is a 4 part OVA from the nineties about a post apocalyptic world that was intentionally flooded by an evil scientist, leaving the vast majority of humanity dead and the rest living the best they can on the water. It kind of sucks? I am now obsessed with it. No one will know what the fuck I’m talking about.
Because there is only this OVA and an untranslated manga from 1967 that I can’t track down, another 5 part manga from the 90s that i dont think was translated either, and two untranslated video games, I am forced to scrounge the bottom of the barrel from fucking reddit for any sort of discussion. The following is my response to those overwhelmingly negative reactions.
All of the characters get criticized as shallow, which to some degree I can agree with because it is a short series (about 2 hours) with a lot of characters, but I think a lot of it is just a blatant refusal to engage with them in any meaningful way. Hayami isn’t a jaded asshole just bc his friend died, he’s a jaded asshole bc his trigger happy impulses directly led to his friend’s death! Because he’s actually a super sensitive and compassionate man as shown in the series even when he doesn’t want to be!! He’s an addict who has to self medicate to ease the pain because he cares SO MUCH. And a lot of blue sub’s characterization and world building is subtle, not a lot is really told to you. It has these beautiful moments of silence that just show you character and worldbuilding, which people hate bc I guess it confuses them? Did they pay attention?? And yes a lot of the other characters dont really get a lot of depth, but they still feel like real people in the little moments you get with them. It feels like a fleshed out world with real dynamics and real people that you were just dropped in the middle of, which many won’t like, but I think its better than spoonfeeding you every bit of information.
People also shit on the ending, which I get it is actually not an ending. It’s a very open ended end with really no conclusion. I think that fits with the uncertainty of humanity going forward in this world. There’s also a lot of criticism of the villain, who unfortunately is the the weakest part of the show when he should be the strongest, but I think a lot of this is bc of the above reasons. He’s an ecofascist who thinks that there were too many people on earth so he sped up global warming and flooded the majority of the world. Idk, maybe that hits closer to home now than it did in the 90s, but real communities are threatened by the sea and there are very real perpetrators of climate violence. His motivation is weak and kind of non existent- which is a fault of the story, but also like. what actual reason is there to justify something like this other than he was a rich powerful guy who could? Again, maybe it’s just because I’m looking at it in a very modern lens and reading too much into it (I surely am), but there’s a reason it doesn’t really bother me.
I’m gonna stop here before I explode. I dont think i can in good conscience really recommend it to anyone? but if someone does watch please tell me please
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ilmhist · 2 years
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anyway here’s @impossible-rat-babies’ Eyrie [they/them] for art fight and stuff
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scionshtola · 5 months
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oooo what about 20 and 25 for Cori? :D for the WoL ask meme!
thank you owen!! 💗
20. Of all the places they’ve been to, which is their favorite? Do they like to go back there?
There are two places I think Cori really liked: Thavnair/Radz-at-Han and funnily enough, the Rak'tika Greatwood. Cori lived the early part of her life in Valnain, a port city in Dalmasca, until their family was driven out by the Garlean occupation (some time between the ages of 5 and 10...I change my mind a lot lol). After that they lived a bit deep in the Golmore Jungle until they were in their mid twenties at least. So Radz-at-Han and Rak'tika remind them a lot of home! The architecture, the food, being by the sea...it's kind of them getting to experience something that was lost to them? And in Rak'tika, it was just kind of comforting to be surrounded by nature again. But tbh Cori enjoys most of the places they've been! They just love getting to see new places and experience different cultures, and have a particular love of nature. They really like visiting the Steppe as well, especially when they're in a mood to star gaze.
25. Do they have any habits or rituals that they do to soothe themselves? I.e. Playing with their hair, chewing their lip, fidgeting, etc.
They will play with their hair, mostly running their fingers through it if it's down or tugging at the bottom of their braid, when they feel uncomfortable or anxious or tbh just when they're kind of thinking things through. I don't think they do much that will make it obvious they need to self-soothe, the real tell will be that they seemed fine and then disappeared off to the chocobo stables to brush Cilantro or go for a walk with him lol
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:O what is stray_redraw2 ?
AH the second piece of Stray fanart I started and then almost immediately had to shelf for Wrist Injury reasons lmao so it's suuuuper rough still but I liked the framing of this shot from a cutscene so.... The Gang
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harumeau · 2 years
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What is syfsrm? :eyes:
it’s Syfyn (from The Exile) from when i was doing arm studies. i picked a pretty difficult pose (I also still struggle to understand how muscles fit into an armpit) and i ended up hating it lol. I still want to work on it because i adore Syfyn but probably with a different pose.
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angelisismybaby · 2 years
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An absolutely stunning commission of Katie by impossible-rat-babies. It turned out so incredible and I absolutely LOVE IT. The hair! The skirt! The lighting! Her scars! It's just all so stunning and Owen is so wonderful to work with ❤️
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I changed Katie's place of residency. She no longer lives in the water treatment plant but a spacious apartment in the nicer part of town. Still kept the base tho~
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coldshrugs · 2 years
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∞ ∞!!!
do you want two?? 👀👀
Make Out - Julia Nunes
I got shit to do I know you do too But I won't let go of you 'Til you push me away
I Will Buy You A New Life - Everclear
They might make you think you're happy Yeah maybe for a minute or two They can't make you laugh No they can't make you feel The way that I do
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depressed-sock · 2 years
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Friendly fire on  @impossible-rat-babies !!! :D
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lavampira · 1 year
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41. “Sleep.  I’ll keep you safe.” for sid and d'alia? ;--;
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mwah ty guys !! @impossible-rat-babies @storyofthemoon @consulaaris
prompt: 41. "sleep. I'll keep you safe." [X] pairing: d'alia liveq x sidurgu orl word count: 867 spoilers for the drk questline
The peach glow of the sun sinking across the Churning Mists sky has long since given way to the glimmering stars peeking through the clouds, but D’alia has not slept. She clings to the well-worn and open leather journal in her lap, but her eyes are on the horizon, watching the sway of grass in the breeze, two small Elezen children huddled close, and the bouncing pom of a Moogle in the distance. Her attention keeps wandering not far behind her where Sidurgu, in a rare moment rid of his armor and sprawled on his bedroll, has been asleep since they had returned.
Or at least, since they managed to heal the worst of his injuries.
Letting her eyes flutter shut, D’alia draws in a deep breath. Not for the first time tonight, she reminds herself that all of them are stable and whole, and remain so under her watch. Even if the adrenaline and concern of the evening have yet to wane. Movement stirring nearby draws her from her brooding thoughts, however, followed by Sidurgu’s voice rough from sleep calling to her.
“D’alia?”
She hums, glancing over her shoulder. “Still here.”
“Rielle? Myste?”
“Stargazing with Moggie,” D’alia returns quickly, aiming to soothe the worry before it can grow full-blown through his grogginess, and points to their location. “I can see them from here.”
The simple reassurance that the Moogles haven’t once again kidnapped their charge or her strange little friend seems to placate him. Still, Sidurgu grumbles under his breath as he eases himself upright, his movements slow and stiff with the strain. A pang of guilt unfurls and burrows deep in her chest until it settles into the sort of helpless frustration that has become all too familiar to her these days.
D’alia brushes the fringe back from her face as she lets out a long sigh, sparing a glance at the children. Though the combined healing of Rielle’s conjury and her own arcanist studies have helped Sidurgu to some degree, there was naught else they could do, and travel in his condition has been out of the question. When she finally turns to him again, she finds him watching her in turn.
“You should still be resting.”
“I haven’t been awake but a few minutes.” After a brief stretch, he clears his throat. “How long have you been on watch?”
D’alia bristles, her tail twitching near her leg. It’s a pointless question—she’s been wide awake the entire time, not once leaving the children or his side, and he is equally aware of it. She has been telling herself that the reason is out of desire to protect him, but it’s increasingly difficult to accept that it’s the only one. What should be a simple question is particularly close to the full truth that she can’t afford to consider now.
And yet the memory of him collapsed in a heap on the ground remains on the forefront of her mind, as does having to drag him back to Moghome between Rielle and herself, and facing Myste’s inconsolable pout until Sidurgu had spoken a few words to him, too. Not to mention Ompagne’s words lingering over them. Of course she is still holding vigil over their makeshift camp.
“I am scarcely the most injured one between us, and besides, would you prefer to rehash with Rielle on why you so readily throw yourself in harm’s way?” D’alia fixes him with a stern gaze, earning a bewildered look in response, his limbral rings aglow in the moonlight as his eyes widen. “Or shall I fetch the Moogles to sing that godsdamned song again?”
Heat rises up her neck to her cheeks as she ducks her head, and never has she been more grateful for the night, hoping with every ilm of desperation that the shadows conceal it. Though her dignity hangs in question, she refuses to retract her words. He has made it clear how much he’s willing to keep them all safe. It is high time that it gets through his stubborn head that he isn’t the only one, too.
“Aye, point taken,” Sidurgu concedes, his voice hushed as if wary to shatter the stillness between them. “Leave the furry little shites out of it.”
She risks another glance his way. “You’ll sleep then?”
“Only for a while longer. Then it’s your turn.”
D’alia simply nods. Seemingly satisfied that she isn’t planning to summon Rielle’s wrath or the Moogles upon him, Sidurgu gingerly lowers himself back to his bedroll, leaving her to return to her journal and her endless thoughts, though her ears twitch in his direction with every small shift until he settles into prolonged silence.
“Just… Sleep,” she whispers. “I’ll keep you safe.”
But he still must have heard her, for he returns lowly, “I— I never doubt that.”
Unable to suppress the rush of fondness that blooms through her, D’alia smiles softly, but she leaves him to his rest. It takes him little time to drift off again, his rumbling snores behind her a sign of his exhaustion. Soon, she’ll wave the children over to sleep, too, and they shall take the next day in stride. And mayhap all will be well.
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losingface · 2 years
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Ahhhh happy birthday BECKY!!!!!!!!!!! :D!!
AHHH HII OWEN THANK YOU!!!!!! 💗💗💗💗 soz for the late reply DKDMKDF
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kirnet · 3 months
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i hope you know mina that my phone genuinely corrected kirnet to kidney and i didn't notice until i was submitting the form XD
haha ur all good!! thats why my stupid little nickname for her is kidney cavity bc thats the only way my phone will allow me to spell it lol. if you call her kidney i know exactly who ur talking abt
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merry-harlowe · 2 years
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY THEO!!!
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THANK YOU ILY OWEN 💕💕
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hylfystt · 1 month
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omg happy birthday friend!!! :D <3
tysm owen!!!! 💜💜💜
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