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#kind of angsty i guess
ghoulysaphomet · 7 months
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More traditional art doodles
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Time? Approx 40 minutes total
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misteria247 · 4 months
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A LU x reader concept, but like tragic childhood sweethearts kind of deal. But the Link in question doesn't realize that the reader has been in love with him for so long.
It's a love that starts off as a childhood friendship and fascination with one another. And as the reader gets older alongside their version of Link, they slowly begin to realize that what they're feeling is more than just friendship. That it's involved into something so much more than that. Yet the reader doesn't say anything, not knowing how to address such feelings to their beloved friend. Much less when it's unclear if he feels the same and he shows no signs of making a move romantically.
And then he meets that special girl. And the reader can do nothing but silently watch in heartbreak as their friend falls in love with this person. Deciding to love Link from afar and support him no matter what. Even when it's tearing the reader apart, because they love him, even when he's got his sights on his dream girl.
Basically a tragic romance kind of thing. Idk I think it'd be interesting to explore this kind of route.
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aquarii-if · 6 days
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Liviana has never cared for birthday gifts.
In her eyes, the best parts of her birthday came from the people she was surrounded with. Even if she never got another gift again, she'd be willing to do anything to spend every birthday surrounded by people she loves. She never wants to be lonely on her birthday.
But despite the thousands of people standing outside right now, she's never felt so alone.
While the day used to be spent laughing with friends and eating the small candy her mom could afford, nowadays, she can’t spend a single second of the day without seeing reminders.
Her eyes trail down to the framed picture on her dresser, four smiling faces look back at her. She feels tears brink on the corner of her eyes as memories come flooding back. Celebration is hard when in the middle of a war, but she remembers her old friends trying their best with what they had. Cakes made out of dirt that they smashed and threw at each other, pretending the gunshots were fireworks, sneaking off to a new area to explore... Sure, it was depressing, knowing that as soon as the day was over they'd turn back to the horrifying reality, but it was nice to just forget for a little while.
Now, as queen, she no longer has to worry about the scary noises and the blood staining her clothes. She gets to spend her birthday surrounded by her citizens and a pile of gifts she once believed only existed in fairytales.
Without the friends she's had since birth.
She shakes her head, looking away from the picture, remembering what Estelle told her after it was over. "They knew what they were doing when they started the revolution. They knew the risks. You knew the risks. It's not your fault, Liviana. They'd hate to see you beating yourself up over this."
Estelle's right, but she can't convince herself to believe it. While she's here celebrating, enjoying her reign as queen, enjoying being alive, they're all stuck in Mahina's realm. The only consolation that they're even the slightest bit happy is promises and reassurances from Mahina herself, a woman who is known to not be trustworthy.
She's interrupted by a loud knock at the door, startling her out of her thoughts. She doesn't need to turn around to know who it is.
"Are you just going to sit here and sulk all day?" Estelle calls out, tapping her fingers on the door frame.
When Liviana doesn't turn around, Estelle groans, bringing a hand up to her face. "Liv, you can't keep doing this. Hiding in your room isn't going to bring them back. I know you're still grieving, but it's not going to get any easier if you don't allow yourself to take a break and feel for once."
Liviana wipes a stray tear from her cheek as she shakes her head. "I can't trust myself to not cry in front of everyone."
Estelle walks over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Then cry."
Liviana meets her eyes. "What?"
"Show them how you feel." Estelle shrugs. "They'll understand, they were there too. They lost people, loved ones, friends... They probably feel the same way you do. You're Mitan, Livi, not a machine, you're allowed to grieve and you're allowed to show that you are grieving. I promise they'll understand, and I'm sure they'd appreciate you reminding them that you do care."
They fall into silence for a moment, listening to the cheering and festivities outside,  before Liviana slowly nods. "Yes... You're right. I can be strong, but I'm allowed to feel weak as well."
Liviana turns to the mirror, fixing herself as a small smile appears on her lips. "Let this day of my birth be dedicated to those who cannot celebrate anymore. My friends, my family, my comrades, we shall use this day to remember those who are believed to be forgotten."
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incomingalbatross · 2 years
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The thing about Ezekiel Jones is that there a couple obvious directions you can go with the cynical, vocally-selfish-yet-charming rogue of the party.
You can make his detachment and cynicism purely the product of circumstances and reveal there’s a deathlessly loyal romantic very slightly under the surface, even if he didn’t believe it himself. This is the Han Solo and Eugene Fitzherbert route.
You can also have him actively yearning for love/connection/trust/worth, but perpetually doomed by his Criminal Inclinations to break every chance he’s given and/or be forever distrusted by the people he’s attached himself to. This is the angstier if more self-aware route, popular with Neal Caffrey and probably others I’m forgetting.
...But Ezekiel took all of that “cocky self-seeking thief who sticks around anyway” setup and somehow effortlessly dodged both these routes, because I guess he’s too awesome for angst or something. Because Ezekiel’s code is, apparently, “do what makes me happy,” like many rogues... but he’s willing to actually see what makes him happy, so it mostly works. Doing good things makes him happy! Being the hero makes him happy! Being around his friends makes him happy! So he’ll do that!
Now, the thing most rogues do see is that all of these sources of happiness will involve suffering at some point, so Type 1 has to be convinced that it’s worth it and Type 2 often fails to hold on to said happiness because they can’t face the downsides. Ezekiel... I think honestly believes that he can dodge any negative consequences, if he really wants to. Which means he doesn’t usually try to hold himself apart from the group or their causes—he doesn’t keep one foot out the door, because he assumes if he wants to make a break for it, it won’t matter how deep in he is.
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He’s an honest rogue, and usually that doesn’t work—or it only works because they’re very deluded about their own attachments. But Ezekiel is only deluded (if it even counts as a delusion, considering his archetype powers) about his own ability to avoid negative consequences for his decisions. He’s remarkably clear-eyed about the decisions themselves!
But ALSO this means he’s sincere when he says he’s flat-out unwilling to do anything that's Not Fun. Usually when rogues say that it’s at least a little bit of a pose, but Ezekiel is just being up-front about it. Again, he will do things he doesn’t feel like doing if he’s pushed hard enough, but outside of “actively being forced” he usually feels no obligation to do anything he doesn’t feel like doing. This is why he avoids responsibilities and obligations—they are often Not Fun in themselves, but they also sign you for more not-fun things down the road! Ezekiel wants perpetual opt-out power in everything, even if he doesn’t often use it (because usually there is an immediately obvious purpose to whatever he’s being asked to do).
He wants to be a hero, because who wouldn’t, but he specifically wants to be the Rule-Breaking Maverick who can do whatever he wants because there’s an Actual Authority Figure behind a desk somewhere who will deal with everything else.
...All of which is why “And the Point of Salvation” was such a good device for breaking him. Because he COULD NOT GET OUT. And he couldn’t hand off the responsibility for the team AT ALL.
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nemaliwrites · 4 months
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outlining is going great
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quietwingsinthesky · 3 months
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i do think a lot about the master & the doctor both deliberately seeking out other regenerations of each other than whoever they’re mostly interacting with. especially when they just want a chat, a moment’s truce, something that could be called comfort if they dared to put it into words. easier to do those things when, well, they’re still enemies, but the hurts are farther apart in time. ‘i’m your future, you’re my past, we’re both still hurting each other where we come from, but that’s a different me and a different you, and tonight, can’t we just play a game or share a bed for old time’s sake?’ you know?
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bereft-of-frogs · 3 months
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it's cool to do....*counts*...3 takes on the same concept right?
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crossdressingdeath · 4 months
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I find myself wondering: if Durge doesn't need to eat as a quasi-divine being, do they still get hungry? I mean, clearly they do eat even if they don't need to; they presumably partake of the camp meals (if they didn't the party would notice) and the cannibalistic tendencies are a thing that would have to involve eating. But do they get hungry, or do they eat because it would raise questions if the people around them never saw them eat or because cannibalism requires eating or because food just tastes good or post-amnesia because they assume they have to or what?
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tsubasagirl · 6 months
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Thank you DeNa.
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rainia · 1 year
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yeah, like some of the mutuals are saying. The reason why pd is so gripping as a campaign, IS because they’ve gone dark before and they’ve gone gruesome. It’s what makes it so nail-biting and good. And while I am terrified of the consequences of whatever this will be, I’m also excited that they’re returning back to that level of tension.
I feel like PD has experienced with all kinds of tone over the course of its run. But it’s the fact that they aren’t afraid to go dark and fucking angsty at a moment’s notice, that keeps me hooked.
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cringelordofchaos · 1 month
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Ok I am like 99.99% sure I have a crush on my friend now 🤨
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lord-squiggletits · 1 year
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The experience of being me is that I'll write stories that go "wouldn't it be fucked up if--" and then when people go "this story is so fucked up and makes me cry" I'm like *surprised pikachu face*
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moorswanderer · 1 year
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as i was looking at his face, i felt something that i had never felt before in my life. it was fuzzy and tingly feeling… as if i was witnessing the birth of a new world.
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purpleisnotacolor · 1 year
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As cool of a design feature, it is... I don't think Wu is going to braid his hair in this AU.
It'd just trigger his brother too badly.
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humblemooncat · 1 year
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8 for the song shuffle
Looks like 8's my lucky number tonight. xD
Shuffled song: Nine
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Sleepless
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How many times had he stared up at this ceiling, sleepless and silent?
Hard to think this room would be empty in the morrow, its occupants soon to scatter to the winds.
Scatter...
He sat up and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake any others sleeping around him. If tonight was to be the last, it would be better spent with him.
As he tiptoed over to G'raha's bed, he eyed the other miqo'te. He slept so peacefully, and it brought a wistful smile to Ki'to's face. Though he didn't know what his lover planned to do when all was said and done in the morning, there was no mistaking the wording. He planned to go off on his own. And if that was the plan...
He carefully lifted the covers, hoping the rush of cool night air wouldn't wake him, then gently tucked himself in between his husband's arms.
"Can't sleep?" The gentle rasp of the voice indicated his stealth mission had failed.
He shook his head, burying it into the crook of G'raha's neck as the other cradled him closer.
"What's wrong, love?"
Ki'to pulled him closer in response, hands balled gently in his shirt.
A soft sigh of a chuckle left Raha's lips, "You know I'll only be a call away. You needn't worry so"
Legs laced lazily together, and tails curled around as if in an embrace.
"Ki'to" a soft kiss was placed upon his temple, "I promised, didn't I? That we'd see that trip through?" He looked around where he could, hoping their hushed whispers weren't disruptive. "I won't be gone from you forever, and you're always welcome to visit me"
"I know. I just..." he trailed off, unsure of how to continue. "I'll miss you"
"And I'll miss you. Every day" he pet a hand over Ki'to's hair, "So you best not forget to visit"
A soft chuckle tickled Raha's neck, "I won't"
"Good", he pulled the covers up farther to cover them both, "Then would you like to stay the night? Maybe it'll help you-"
A soft, even breath replied before the question even finished. G'raha couldn't help but smile.
"Sleep well"
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Since the last one was all dialogue, I wanted to make this one more body language-heavy.
Ki'to's a very physically affectionate dude, especially with his husbands, so I wanted to show that off a bit.
Nine always gives me that wistful yet hopeful feeling. So, I wanted a soft moment to go with it, and this felt like a nice one to explore. Considering all the Scions went their separate ways after Endwalker, it stands to reason that Ki'to would have spent their last night in the Rising Stones in G'raha's bed rather than his own.
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arlovinnia · 1 year
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Also, S!3v3n's vibes just come off as completely feral
Hmmmm
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Yeah, I can see it
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