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arinmoss · 3 months
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Shadowheart :^)
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heynhay · 9 months
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klance but they traded jackets and lance is absolutely clowning on keith’s stupid fucking cropped monstrosity but keith can’t retort because lance’s jacket is so comfortable and it smells like him and and and and—
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you guys are good at this hang on
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zennyzach · 1 year
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Don't ask, I don't know either
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princemick · 6 months
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ciao!
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kruelsaffron · 1 year
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two-crows · 9 months
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said 'fuck it' and finally listened to boy genius. and heres the result of that AHSDJFK
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scaramew · 1 year
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BEST PART. multi
you took the best part of me, when you left. you took my heart with you. ( or, the aftermath of a breakup. )
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ft. diluc, albedo, childe, xiao, zhongli, kazuha x genderneutral reader
warnings : angst with a capital A !!! Angst !! post-breakup, lovers to exes to HMM?? HUH???, ooc characters HUHU, THIS IS SUPER LONG, i haven't written in awhile hihi sorry
sticky note : i got a lot of inspiration from quotes !! i cant link every quote i got inspiration from but please just send me an ask for a specific character like "whats ur inspo for zhongli?" and i will happily try and find it !! ALSO I HAD SONGS IN MIND FOR EACH CHARACTER PLEAAASEE ASK ME ABOUT THEM
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DILUC RAGNVINDR. noctua
the day things fell apart was the day diluc lost every bit of light in his life — every bit of you. the day you left was the same day diluc realized how big the house truly was. pictures of you and him line the walls, and no matter how much it hurts to look at them, diluc can't bring himself to take any of them down. diluc can't bring himself to even come home. can't even stand to be in such an empty house.
the day the burning embers had gotten out of control, the flames enough to swallow him whole, diluc realized you weren't there to snuff them out anymore. to soothe the burn, to wash everything away.
you see him and speak of fire as if it's the softest thing in the world. speak of fire as if it hadn't burned you before, as if you could start fires with the feelings you have.
like a candle that has been lit for far too long, his love burns quietly, yet it burns all the same. his love for you was quiet, but yours? your love was loud. brighter than any flame he's created from the vision that dangles along his waist. your love lit suns into his heart and diluc ragnvindr fears that he will never be able to repay it.
he stands in the doorway of his room, silently watching as you slip through his grasp, as you pack your things and despite how much he wants to stop you, he makes no move to do so. he isn't good for you, and despite how endlessly he will miss your presence, your laugh, your smile, the habits he's worked his daily life around just so he could have more of you in it, if it meant he could save you from himself — diluc is willing to burn alone.
you were leaving and there was nothing else he could do. diluc ragnvindr could do nothing but sit in the silence, his house—his world was too quiet without you in it. diluc ragnvindr thought he was fluent in silence, until he locked eyes with you and his throat runs dry. until he's run out of things to say with you, of all people. you were leaving and everything diluc wants to say remains. you leave some of your things behind and you leave him behind too.
restless in his own bed, diluc would rather sleep on the floor than have to inhale another whiff of your cologne. he says he can't rest because of his work, but the truth is diluc ragnvindr can't — won't rest until he has you next to him. he knows better than to ask you to sleep next to him just so he knows he isn't alone, so instead he compromises with the fact he will never rest.
even now, as pieces and remnants of you and the history you both share litter his house, diluc is restless, yet he leaves it all alone. he leaves everything right where you left it, too scared to move it, lest he breaks what you left behind, what reminds him it was all real. he refuses to get rid of it, despite adelinde's countless offers of handling it for him, he can't. he can't bring himself to, because then, you'd really be gone from diluc's life. and he refuses to fill in the space you left, he refuses to take up the space in this house that's way too big for him, just as he refuses to fill in the gaping hole in his heart with anyone else. with anyone but you.
diluc finds you again when the burns start to heal, when all that's left is a scar on his heart. diluc finds you again holding the things he couldn't keep, the things he knew you'd need. you see him and, pained and still in love, still so in love, he sees you.
"i haven't forgotten about you — if that's what you were thinking. i am never . . . not thinking about you." he sighs, "i didn't say it then, but . . i love you."
"did you mean loved?"
"love. i still love you. i think . . . i always will."
ALBEDO. princeps cretaceous
in your absence, you'd taken albedo's comfort in the stars. the everlasting winter of dragonspine does not falter, albedo does not falter, and on the surface, it seems like everything is okay. if it were anybody else, everything would seem just fine. but you're not everybody else, and he hates it. albedo hates how the absence of a single person could affect him so deeply. he hates how often you run through his mind, sketches that were supposed to be rough diagrams turning into portraits of you, accidentally ending sentences in your name because that's all he can think about.
to the rest of the world, there is nothing wrong with the chief alchemist, but to him? — he feels sick. there must be something wrong with him, to see pieces of you in everything he does, in everything he reads, in every breath of life — in every star in the sky.
your eyes were so bright, he thinks, your smile even brighter, looking at the stars, at every constellation you remember. he didn't even notice, or maybe he just didn't care when you get the names wrong. it felt surreal, then. breathtaking, to look at the stars he sees every night. nothing in the sky had changed, but to have you next to him — it felt magical. you made everything feel magical. albedo can't even remember if he was looking at the stars or if he was just looking at you.
that's why it feels so wrong, to look at the stars without you next to him. it's unexplainable, the feeling of being without you. the feeling of having someone fade out of your life and having no way to stop it. having to wonder if anything was real, because if it was real it shouldn't have been so easy to drift apart. after all, the only stars you see in the night sky are the ones that've already died, their light the only sign that they were real, once. they were alive and they were burning so bright . . . were we real?
maybe it just wasn't meant to work, maybe there was nothing you both could've done. albedo had convinced himself that he was just never fit for the relationship he craved so dearly, he knew that. even if it hurt to know. even if it was one of the most painful things he's had to learn. he wasn't fit for human relationships, but at the same time, it felt—it feels like loving you was the only thing he was ever made for.
so even as he watches you walk away, even as he feels the ache in his mind and his chest that he could never quite explain grow stronger — albedo isn't sure of anything. of the time you've spent together — if any of this was worth the pain.
albedo isn't sure of anything, and yet there is one thing he'll always be sure of. until every last star dies, he will always, always, love you the exact same.
CHILDE. monoceros caeli
childe had lost the bits of peace that remained in war when he left. his breath is warm against your shoulder, hushed sobs as the strongest person you knew fell apart in your arms. the days leading up to his departure filled with the grief of losing someone who was right in front of you — childe had lost the peace in your embrace when he started counting down the hours. when he started thinking of when he would have to leave. when childe — ajax, your ajax, was torn from the times he was allowed to be more than destruction, more than a weapon, when he was allowed to just be yours. when you were allowed to be his.
it was night when he left, the sky so dark he hoped his family couldn't see how how red his eyes and cheeks had become. he had to be strong, he always had to be strong. if not for himself, for them, for his family, for you. it was night when you childe kissed you for the first time, when you both had to pretend nothing happened so it wouldn't hurt as much when he left, his pinky tucked under yours, you'd made a promise. you had to wait — please, wait for him.
his visits home were few and far between, there were times you'd rarely see him, but he made sure. he always made sure to come home to you. even when his body would nearly collapse out of sheer exhaustion, childe would always try to come home with a smile on his face.
no matter how tired he was, childe made sure to fill every memory he had with you with sheer happiness.he wouldn't be able to handle it — if the few times he'd get to see you were filled with the emotions that came with missing you.
so he'd come home and say his hellos that sounded too much like early goodbyes. he'd come home and crawl into your arms with the exhaustion of someone with the world on his shoulders, just to hide from that very world in your embrace — even if just for a day or two. childe will come home not to a house, but to a person, and he will try desperately to ignore the way everything's changed. he's not a teenager anymore, and neither are you. but while he can, childe will pretend you're both just kids, and he will take the few days of peace in your arms before he is forced to face the world outside.
XIAO. alatus nemeseos
you have changed the meaning of "forever" the moment you stepped into xiao's life, and the moment he decided it was too much to stay. the word had little significance to the yaksha, forever just another word stuck in the back of his mind, forever just another empty promise. for no one could promise forever and truly mean it. it was warm the day you first said it, warm being almost all he could remember about that day. how warm it was to have your hand resting atop his, how warm it was to bask in sunlight and you — how warm it could feel to be wanted.
you changed forever on days where xiao would find himself staring down from the roof of wangshu inn, expecting your footsteps, expecting you — he has to slap himself before it becomes too much. you changed forever the day xiao asked why someone like you would ever stay with someone like him. why someone so perfect in his eyes would want anything to do with the mess he is. what did he do to deserve it?
your touch was so gentle on his skin. so gentle it was terrifying. your arms would wrap around his torso and he'd never hug you back because he destroys everything he touches and he wouldn't know what to do if he ruined one of the greatest things he's known in this lifetime.
xiao had always wondered what it felt like, love. he'd never admit it, but it's always lingered in his mind. and if anyone ever asked, it would be your name on his mind. because if anything, if anyone was love then it had to be you. it had to be you. it had to be you and he hated it, because for the first time, he wishes he'd never known. xiao wishes he'd never known the answer to that question, if it meant he'd never have to say it; "i love you."
and maybe forever started to change when he met you, maybe forever changed when he had to utter words he didn't even believe himself, when xiao had to rid himself of what he thinks is the one good thing in his life. when he cut you out and desperately tried not to make you cry because he'd take it all back if you did and he couldn't. he couldn't take any of it back — that's exactly why he was saying goodbye in the first place. "i can't have you in my life." when all he really wants to say is he shouldn't have you. when you could have so much more.
and he prays that there will come a day where forever won't have to mean the life you both could've had, where forever won't mean something lost. where forever won't be filled with longing for something unattainable. where forever is nothing but the promise of finding eachother. in this lifetime. in every lifetime.
if it meant sorry, goodbye, i love you, everything he wishes he could say — every doubt, every regret he could ever have, he's not sure. "i don't regret it." his voice comes out choked, barely above a whisper. you stare at him and he keeps going even though he so desperately wants to stop talking. "meeting you, it was — "
"it was everything. you . . . were everything."
ZHONGLI. lapis dei
the day you parted ways was the day zhongli knew he would always, always remember you. the day you left you'd taken his peace of mind with you. countless nights spent wondering, because to wonder is to set your soul free, but to wonder and to never find out is prison. a prison zhongli has willingly trapped himself in for years, a prison he will continue to trap himself in for thousands of years to come.
zhongli isn't one to lie to himself, so when he passes you in the street, when he locks eyes with you in the crowds of people, when he sees you again, not as a god, but as a mortal man, zhongli makes no move to lie and say that he's fallen out of love with you.
memories will flood back with every stolen glance, memories of love and of loss. for that's all these memories really felt like; loss. but even then, zhongli didn't have it in himself to think of your memories as just loss — when he knew there was so much more to the memories you shared.
he had a new life now — you did too. and maybe that's why it felt so different. maybe that's why he felt so stiff saying hello. maybe that's why he had to catch himself before he stared into your eyes for too long. you always respected his decisions, he had to respect yours. even if he ached to hold your hand as you walked next to him for the first time in a thousand years.
you'd done this all before, lifetimes ago. when it felt like the two of you were on top of the world, when it felt like time was on your side, when you hadn't known the feeling of loss yet. zhongli just wasn't sure if you were willing to do it all again. if he was willing to do it all again.
he doesn't ask, so neither do you.
so as he sits next to you in the theater, exchanging simple pleasantries in the dark, for once, he lets the play fade into the background, stories he's heard a million times all of a sudden brand new as he watches you stare in amazement. a million questions playing on his lips as the play comes to a close. he wants to ask how you're doing, what you've been up to, if you even remember — he wants to ask if you've fallen in love. but as the two of you get up to leave, the only thing he can say is "take care of yourself." because he no longer has the right to ask these questions. he no longer has the right to know about you — to know you. and with that, he no longer has the right to peace of mind.
KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. acer palmatum
it feels as if you took the color from kaedehara kazuha's life the moment he walked away, the moment he left and you didn't chase after him. the moment he left and you didn't beg him to stay. you couldn't, not when he needed to leave, so you stay in the same place. you stay right there, smiling through the tears, and kazuha can feel his breath catching in his throat as he steps on that ship.
at times, he finds that his mind wanders to you everytime he sees the breathtaking scenery, the leaves that rush through the wind, the skies right before sunset, because archons, it cannot compare to the sight that is you. soft flowers fall from the branches as red as his puffy eyes and, despite the overwhelming amounts of color that paint the landscapes, he sighs at how dull, how colorless—lifeless his world seems when you're not in it.
ink stains the sides of his hand, poems he didn't even intend to write about you always tying back to you anyway. it makes him feel seasick, at times, the ache in his gut at the thought of how he left.
kazuha's heart weighs on him like an anchor, tides crashing against it as he is forced to stand still; lest he drift away into the depths of his emotions. blood stains his clothes, it stains the bandages that wrap around his body, the bandages that do nothing to mend his heart.
kazuha runs his fingers across the paper, the indentations of words on paper for letters he knows he will never send. the words aren't romantic, or as poetic as he wanted, instead filled with the guilt, the unresolved grief of being the one to leave — there is so much he wants to say. there is so much he wants to tell you and none of it can come out in words. pages littered with ellipses and crossed out sentences because there is absolutely nothing poetic or romantic he can write about missing you.
the ink smudges on his finger and he can't bring himself to rewrite the same letter again — so he doesn't. he packs everything he wishes he could say into a single envelope, and amongst the smudged ink he can only hope you can't make out the last sentence. i wish you were here to kiss my scars.
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lambinarmor · 1 year
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captain wesker wears grey sweatpants sometimes
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akiraal · 2 months
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he got arrested :/
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kruinka · 11 months
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Do you think Kaiser would look good in 25ji
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DO I???? THINK???? KAISER?????? NIIGO????????????????????????? anon how dare u put this in my head u have ruined my life
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creatureesque · 1 year
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hey girl *watermotifs you*
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xxxemogrrlxxx · 6 months
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insert really smart comment here that makes you go "wow that was really smart i like this guy"
his note i wrote under the cut
Dear Betty,
Firstly I want to thank you, for everything. All your sacrifices, your wishes, your love and care. I wont let them go unnoticed any longer. I was a fool, blinded by my own blissful ignorance. You were my princess but i failed as your hero. This experience has opened up my eyes, made me realize things I should have seen sooner. Its silly really, I cared so much for you that I ended up hurting you. I am forever sorry for the pain i’ve caused. I wont let you down again, I don’t think you’ll let me.
I will live every day to the fullest, for you but especially for myself. You’ve shown me I deserve to live, and I’m going to. I have daughters, both capable and intelligent. I have a family, I can no longer waste my life away, I am not alone. Thank you, for helping me realize that. Love, Simon
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this-should-do · 2 years
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Losing your identity in favor of survival
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sorazvlief · 8 months
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uh uh mika with a snowball
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arinmoss · 1 year
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Messy ink doodle of Princess Rosamund du Prix from d20 neverafter :3
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kruelsaffron · 1 year
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Completely Gave Up on this near the end lol im just gonna post it anyway.. it’s messy but just take it 💀
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