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sunderedazem · 3 hours
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@azems-familiar last one is your ass >:/
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sunderedazem · 11 hours
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— and immortality's gold blinded him to the mortal curse of loneliness.
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sunderedazem · 13 hours
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fray
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i think this price is what hythlodaeus would have wanted for himself
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sunderedazem · 1 day
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ok so like. imagine. you're a high-ranking government official and one of your colleagues has announced his decision to step down and retire, and named his successor, so you and your coworker-bestie-husband(™️) go on an official administrative business trip to go meet said guy. and then you arrive and you find A Cat in the bushes outside the office. it's in poor shape but its microchip says it actually belongs to your other colleague-and-friend. you are bullied into taking the cat to the vet AND letting it tag along despite your protests. and you finally find the guy you were supposed to meet and the cat is like. staying in the room. where you are supposed to conduct aforementioned highly confidential job interview. and you try to shoo it away but the guy you're trying to interview is like No i want the cat to be there. Because i'm nervous. About the job interview. Let the cat stay. I trust him because my pet bird loves him :). so the cat gets to stay. and then you keep going and you bump into yet another old acquaintance of yours (now retired and living her best hippie life) (which is highly frowned upon) and she goes Oooooh! Is that my cat you've found? :) and you're like, what the fuck is the deal with this goddamn cat, but you can't say that outright because you are a government official on a very important mission, so you go "i wasn't aware you even had a cat? also the microchip says it belongs to our other colleague" and she goes "oh well no i don't but clearly this cat is wearing the collar i give to all my pets so it must mean he's come from the future :) where i will own this specific cat :) hi little kitty! pspspsp!" and you're like, what the fuck is wrong with everyone today? and then the cat looks at you and says "she's right. i come from the future. where everyone has been turned into cats since the world ended. also i will kill you in about twelve thousand years from now. fucker."
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sunderedazem · 1 day
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sunderedazem · 2 days
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i didn't specifically take these for any prompts, but lalapril day 18: distance works quite well, don't you think?
i'll leave what she's looking for up to your imagination.
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sunderedazem · 2 days
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The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes
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sunderedazem · 2 days
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I'm sorry but to non-believers I must always post... the Tit Shading
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sunderedazem · 2 days
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@azems-familiar ....yeah
that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’
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sunderedazem · 2 days
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This might suck to hear, but if you're a people pleaser that is motivated by praise and avoids disagreements, you are easy to manipulate.
When I was in therapy after surviving years of domestic violence, my therapist had to tell me that my personality was primed for abuse and we needed to work on that so I would be better equipped to see the red flags and respond appropriately in the future.
I'm still working on this, and it's been 8 years. If you tell someone how you want to be treated, what behaviors you don't tolerate in your life, what you're looking for in that relationship, and they react negatively, don't compromise yourself. Just move on.
This one's for all the praise-kink girlies: differentiate, self-actualize, stay sexy
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sunderedazem · 2 days
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your reflection, your bitter deception
Series: your boldness stands alone among the wreck (Part 3)
Series Authors: @sunderedazem and @azems-familiar
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Category: M/M, Multi
Relationships: Emet-selch/G'raha Tia - Crystal Exarch, Past Azem/Emet-selch/Hythlodaeus/Original Character, hints of future WolG'raha/Emetwol, Warrior of Light & Warrior of Light
Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply
(Some) Minor Tags: Canon Adjacent, First Meetings, Miqo'te Warrior of Light, Lalafell Warrior of Light, Enemies and Lovers, Emet-selch Needs Therapy, Light Angst, Pining
Summary:
The Warriors of Darkness and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn meet Emet-Selch for the first time. Emet-Selch and the Crystal Exarch come to an agreement.
Chapter Start:
Crystal Exarch - G'raha Tia The skies are yet dark at night, and those noble souls whom he had summoned across the rift yet do not appear any the worse for wear to his admittedly-amateurish gaze. That marks two Lightwardens now slain by their hands, and countless lesser sin eaters besides. And they hold strong, as he had prayed they would. Lelesu and Corrain both- they hold strong. As he hoped - hopes, will hope - that they would, until the end of such a messy, convoluted plan.  By Thaliak, he hopes they will hold strong, until the end. Until the last Lightwarden falls, until the First knows hope wholly, uncounted amongst the stars. He knows he has summoned them here to bleed for him and his people and their people, all over again, as if they had not given enough of themselves already. As if he does not ask they risk their very being, their souls, for a cause they have little enough choice but to pursue. The Lightwardens they would spawn would be monstrous creatures- and likely spell the doom of the star just as surely as Emet-selch's current plot would. Perhaps an even more inevitable doom than the slow suffocation of the world in purest apathy. In hindsight, he muses absently, staring at a sharp gaze of pale gold, this is why the man himself has deigned to visit. In all his typical theatrical glory and sardonic flair, sharp on every edge. It is the same exact mask he'd worn upon first breaking into one of Syrcus Tower's many control rooms, when G'raha had found him unsuccessfully fiddling with uncooperative controls and cursing about it. 
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sunderedazem · 2 days
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Two Halves of the Same Whole
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sunderedazem · 3 days
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Corrain de Fortemps (formerly Gealai)
Nicknames: Corr, "you little shit"
Age: 16 at ARR start, 22 at the end of Endwalker
Birthday: He doesn't know for sure - he was abandoned at an orphanage in Gridania as a newborn. Sometime in winter.
Race: Keeper of the Moon, Miqo'te
Gender: Trans man. He had to pick a name alienated from Keeper traditions on transitioning because he didn't know his bio mother, and well. The caretakers of the orphanage he grew up in were never close with a poacher's kit.
Orientation: Gay
Profession: Warrior of Light, weaver and gardener on the side. Field researcher and adventurer at heart.
Physical Aspects
Hair: Long, straight, and white as the greater moon. Usually pulled back into a single plaited ponytail that falls to his shoulderblades. Messy bangs around his face
Eyes: Bright silver, with that catlike pupil that turns round in the dark
Skin: warm and pale, with peach and gold undertones. Flushes as red as a Maelstrom jacket when he's embarrassed. Facial Markings: At the inner corners of his eyes, and a single dark spot in the center of his forehead. A target for flicking.
Tattoos: Tattoos at the outer corners of his eyes, curling on his cheeks. He tattoos them a darker shade of blue every time he loses someone. They go from pale sky blue when he's an apprentice conjurer to deepest black by the end of Endwalker. Scars: Myriad little ones, but only two worth talking about. One an angry, ropy white line carving up through his abdomen the bottom of his chest, courtesy of Zenos- in Rhalgr's Reach. The second a ragged patch of once-torn flesh, knotted and raised across the small of his back above his tail - a scythe blade, stuck into his spine and ripped furiously free at the end of all things. From Zenos, in Ultima Thule. He never walks quite right again
Family
Parents: Edmont de Fortemps - by adoption when he was seventeen, and more importantly, by his own choice. He does not know his biological family, and does not know if he wishes to find them.
Siblings: Artoirel de Fortemps, Emmanelain de Fortemps, and Haurchefant Greystone. Elder brothers dear and treasured to him, forever. Lelesu Lesu - an all-but-sister and best friend, a soul-deep bond that has transcended reincarnations.
Others: His partners, Hades and G'raha Tia, one a flame eons old now lit anew, the other a fresh, dewy thing still unfurling rose petals. And his platonic partner Hythlodaeus, from ages past. And then Lelesu again, who is sister and friend and the other half of him - some things cannot be defined but by unconditional love.
Skills
Abilities: The dark rage of a Dark Knight, calling on his own pain as a weapon. The quiet ferocity of a Ninja, Doma's knife-work serving him well in close combat. And the blinding Light of a White Mage, a skill in magic from before the Sundering, a capacity for healing he ignores at his own peril. And then the Echo- his manifestation of it a cacophony near-impossible to block out, the past clamoring for his attention- and with that inability to look away from the sound of memory, a synesthesia of soul-colors
Hobbies: Gardening - in both growing plants from seed and discovering new ones growing wild. Weaving - conspiring with Tataru to make clothes for everyone, and weaving the cloth from scratch himself. Reading - anything and everything. He taught himself his letters at thirteen, and will always feel triumph when the words flow freely. Pranking - mostly Lelesu. He gets zapped for his trouble. And most of all- Traveling, as much as he can before there's no time left.
Traits
Most positive trait(s): His gentleness, and his stubbornness. He does all he can to keep these traits strong and polished, and pointed in the correct directions. He's the type to mourn a dying enemy, to spend the aether to ease their pain. He's the type to refuse to kill, to refuse to break, to bullheadedly plow through a problem until it collapses in on itself. He will not abandon hope or friends or the innocent - he will shatter himself (and has) before he does so. Good traits- as long as he aims correctly.
Worst negative trait(s): His cruelty, and his rage. Gentleness is not always kindness, and when Corrain's temper ignites friend and foe alike will be burnt by the blaze. He can cut deeper with words than any knife, and he'll do it seething with fury, with hate, and there will be no room for consideration. He will have to burn himself out entirely before the embers cool to the ash of guilt - and then he will have to make sure he does not choke on the apologies.
Likes
Colors: purples of all hues, the deep evergreen of trees, and blues the color of a dark lake.
Smells: the musk of old paper and creaking leather, honeysuckle, the sad sweetness of Nymeia lilies
Textures: supple leather and soft cotton, and the cloud-like softness of Lelesu's hair. Heavy quilts of fleece as well.
Drinks: coffee and tea in equal measure, fresh-squeezed apple juice from Coerthan apples.
Other Details
Smokes: no. It smells too bad
Drinks: yes, to cope - and likely too often. He doesn't want to remember, sometimes.
Drugs: Does catnip count? It's not even as strong as cannabis- or so he claims. Maybe a few times a year.
Mount Issuance: Haurchefant's gift to him, a soft black chocobo that he names Snowball. She's a feisty but spoiled pet in many ways, but he's her willing treat dispenser and there was never a chocobo more affectionate. Then Twilight, a yol wrestled into submission on the Azim Steppe, a wide pair of wings and a stern glare. He's less a pet, more a partner, and while he will forever answer Corrain's whistle- he knows he is expected to fly free.
Been Arrested: At least twice outside of the bloody Banquet. Not for starting fights- but finishing them. Things are usually cleared up quickly. And perhaps just once because he'd gotten a little *too* mellow after Haurchefant's death and- well, son, while we understand the loss you are only eighteen. You've got three years until this is legal - in Coerthas, at least. Come on now.
tagged by @azems-familiar - thank you lee! I was a Slow about this one lmao!
tagging: Hopefully you all haven't done it already? @calico-heart, @thefrostflower, @orime-stories, @gatheredfates, @arinaxiv, and anyone else who sees and wants to join in!
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sunderedazem · 3 days
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your reflection, your bitter deception
Series: your boldness stands alone among the wreck (Part 3)
Series Authors: @sunderedazem and @azems-familiar
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Category: M/M, Multi
Relationships: Emet-selch/G'raha Tia - Crystal Exarch, Past Azem/Emet-selch/Hythlodaeus/Original Character, hints of future WolG'raha/Emetwol, Warrior of Light & Warrior of Light
Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply
(Some) Minor Tags: Canon Adjacent, First Meetings, Miqo'te Warrior of Light, Lalafell Warrior of Light, Enemies and Lovers, Emet-selch Needs Therapy, Light Angst, Pining
Summary:
The Warriors of Darkness and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn meet Emet-Selch for the first time. Emet-Selch and the Crystal Exarch come to an agreement.
Chapter Start:
Crystal Exarch - G'raha Tia The skies are yet dark at night, and those noble souls whom he had summoned across the rift yet do not appear any the worse for wear to his admittedly-amateurish gaze. That marks two Lightwardens now slain by their hands, and countless lesser sin eaters besides. And they hold strong, as he had prayed they would. Lelesu and Corrain both- they hold strong. As he hoped - hopes, will hope - that they would, until the end of such a messy, convoluted plan.  By Thaliak, he hopes they will hold strong, until the end. Until the last Lightwarden falls, until the First knows hope wholly, uncounted amongst the stars. He knows he has summoned them here to bleed for him and his people and their people, all over again, as if they had not given enough of themselves already. As if he does not ask they risk their very being, their souls, for a cause they have little enough choice but to pursue. The Lightwardens they would spawn would be monstrous creatures- and likely spell the doom of the star just as surely as Emet-selch's current plot would. Perhaps an even more inevitable doom than the slow suffocation of the world in purest apathy. In hindsight, he muses absently, staring at a sharp gaze of pale gold, this is why the man himself has deigned to visit. In all his typical theatrical glory and sardonic flair, sharp on every edge. It is the same exact mask he'd worn upon first breaking into one of Syrcus Tower's many control rooms, when G'raha had found him unsuccessfully fiddling with uncooperative controls and cursing about it. 
Click for Ao3 Link!
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