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plulp · 6 months
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MORE HAPRER PLEATHE HES SO FINE
youve asked this at such a good time because i had just had a harper design explanation idea and i wasnt sure if i should make it or not:
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i got a massive brainrot w/ sagau stuff like
do you ever think of how when you play the game and don't advance the main story, what would happen if someone turned aware of it? like ive been putting off starting the liyue archon quest in my alt and it never occurred to me how convenient that we start the quest just as it happens to be the rite of descension.
so like picture this: little npc background chara reader who developed self awareness, either by a vision or something entirely like a glitch, and now since the Traveler has yet to start the aq the day before the rite just loops.
they've practically memorized all of the responses and paths and all the shenanigans because why are they stuck in this loop, why won't the next day just go on already?
so probably out of boredom and maybe desperation, they decided to mess with the Snezhnayan diplomat.
"please go out on a date with me"
they did and they had a good time surprisingly so the next day, reader does it again.
and again.
and again.
until one day, when they're about to do it, something changes. Childe somehow loses control and out comes a furry moth monster. Rather than run away and be terrified, they're excited af because holy shit something new!!!
moth man seemed sentient as well and hugged reader back.
apparently, all those times they went on a date, moth man clearly remembers
just a food for a thought lmao idk how this goes from here
anon, you have the BIGGEST BRAIN EVER, i love this!!!
at first, you're absolutely terrified- waking up over and over in the same day, the exact same scenes playing out before you time and time again, and no one knowing what you're talking about, asking if you're feeling alright or if you've had enough sleep- you feel like you're going insane, trapped in this endless, repetitive nightmare. even if you do something different, everything resets the next day- you can't change anything, warn anyone, or do anything to help stop this madness, and it claws at your being as the days stretch into weeks, then months of a repeating cycle
so one day, on a whim, you stride up to the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger and ask him on a date
he seems surprised at your confidence- it's less confidence and more a steeled resolve to try anything to keep yourself from losing your mind- his boisterous laughter filling the bank as he places his hand in yours and accepts, ocean-colored eyes swirling with emotions you can't quite place. you almost feel guilty, as a citizen of Liyue, for being this close to a Fatuus, but it's fine, because it'll be gone tomorrow- it's just to keep yourself sane
yet, you find that you enjoy your time with Tartaglia more than almost anything else. for the first time in months, you feel happy.
so you go back the next day, and the next, and the next. slowly, you grow more and more attached to the Harbinger and the way he holds your hand so gently, swipes his fingers across your cheek like you're a rare, wonderful treasure, looks at you with all the fondness and affection in the world. soon you're looking at him the same way, daily greetings becoming softer and shoulders becoming less tense as he gazes at you with a combination of delight and astonishment and adoration in his eyes
you wonder, when you're falling asleep on that repeated night, what will happen to you and Tartaglia when time resumes
one day, just like all the others, you wander into the bank to invite the Harbinger out as usual, but find him mysteriously absent. with a frown you survey the building, hoping to see the familiar head of ginger hair but with no luck. Ekaterina directs you upstairs, and it suddenly occurs to you that something has changed, something about the day is different. you climb the stairs and knock on Tartaglia's door, heart thumping in your chest, and when no one answers you crack it open yourself and stare into the single-eyed gaze of a strange monster with fluffy ginger hair
it's certainly Tartaglia's room- you can see his coat hanging on the wall- and when the creature slowly approaches and kneels to your height the resemblance abruptly hits you. this is Tartaglia- the beautiful monster with a crimson mask and sharp claws and a flowing, shimmering cape is the Fatuus you've been falling in love with- and when he cups your cheek in his talons you nearly start crying. Tartaglia- or the Foul Legacy form of him- purrs soothingly as you step into his embrace and lean your head on his shoulder. he looks at you the same way Tartaglia did, except multiplied by however many days you spent at his side, his Abyssal nature recalling every blissful moment, from the anticipation of your arrival to the dreaded goodbye at night. with a soft croon, Foul Legacy gathers you into his arms and sets you in his lap, claws drawing comforting patterns and circles onto your back as your own hands wander up and bury themselves in his copper hair; the Abyssal monster relishes getting to hold you in his arms, having your hands run through his hair, your body leaning against his chest, instead of watching inside Tartaglia's mind and despairing whenever his mortal half forgot you and your blossoming, undying love
somewhere in Teyvat, a clock ticks and moves again
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lunarharp · 1 year
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first scribbles to warm back up with them
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skrunksthatwunk · 8 months
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so i read cyrano today. here's some parts i thought were funny in/out of context
cyrano's debut comes with bullying an actor he doesn't like offstage. two acts later he sends a band of musicians after him just to get them off his hands. he also tells them to tell this actor he sent them
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and, of course, marmaladegate
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crossbackpoke-check · 9 months
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Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming
#liv in the replies#patrice bergeron#boston bruins#brad marchand#do you ever think about how brad marchand said that when bergy retired he would retire or are you capable of normal thought i'm not at all#please say a gratitude for both my sanity& y'all that this poem (which has been saved in my camera roll with the vague idea of using it for#??? ​long) & not one of the poems i had saved for carey for a really long time & remixed & everything with another poem until i found a poem#that absolutely murdered me in cold blood but there is an alternate universe where i did& then had to explain my unhinged thoughts to you.#anyway how are we feeling about bergy retirement. pspspspsp sara & luna are y'all doing okay like. the doc title for this one was#patrice the hockey player means a lot to me but patrice the person means so much more#which is why the end line of the other poem was so *%"@^)! (you love / what you are) because patrice does. like he is a whole ass good huma#& now since no one asked i need to tell you all the details about everything also y'all please clap i made an edit with NO baby pictures#although i did find one & save it & minimal genres of photo i always use in edits because they're my taste & aesthetic but anyway.#when i saved the first photo and marked it as one i wanted i accidentally wrote “how will he know they love him” which is not the line but#makes me feel feral about patrice & the rest of them all had hurtful names too but also. the third picture is literally a CELLY like brad#just scored a goal & he is clinging to bergy for dear life with that shit i saved that as “oh the agony on his face for unendurable”#& yes it is one of my cliches to have a draft day picture but in my defense the lifelong bond that patrice has/d with boston deserved to be#there even if i put in the love story & YES that picture is from the 2011 playoff right below it shared joy & pain & i couldn't tell you#when the brad marchy photo for together forever is except for the fact that i saw it & just the gut punch of oh my god the way he looks at#things men will praise you for is the stanley cup. duh. but i love the contrast of “some deed” being the stanley cup but then#bergy's choice to do noble deeds (ends up still earning praise &that's my note to his efforts outside of hockey we love a supportive captai#should also mention the first two i came up with & had the photos i knew i wanted for were the first and last one alskaldk but i KNEW i#wanted chara somewhere in the paragraph about leaving & then while i was looking found the one of bergy playing tuukka on accident & yes#i do have to make goalie jokes every time. no reprieve . no dice/no deal/no goal goalies have no rest/reprieve etc etc the one that killed#me though was looking for a patrice award pic & i wanted basically the one that i got for “how will you know any will praise you” & instead#also got the picture of patrice winning the some community hero award for charity work that he does & i love him mama & of COURSE that puck#is from bergy's 1000 game who do you think I am (if you guessed sleepy and emotional about patrice you'd be right) and ALSO please be ready#for all the patrice posts/bruins posts that have been sitting in my drafts to be released on this occasion of patrice retirement#I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT TUUKKA ALSO RETIRED THAT’S WHY HE WAS ON WISE OR SIMPLE NO REPRIEVE AND THAT LATE OR SOON WAS ALWAYS GOING TO BE#CHARA BECAUSE CHARA LEFT FIRST TO GO TO THE CAPS AND THEN LEFT IN RETIRMENT HE LEFT SOON BUT NOT FOR REAL THEN LATER LEFT FOR REAL (RETIRED)
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vvanessaives · 1 year
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can’t go on an adventure without company, so who will you choose? ⚔️
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swiftcast-selene · 2 months
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Day 6: Road
"aye, aye, I know. it's cold, it's miserable. but count your lucky stars we know these roads at night, and the Imperials don't."
#BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE: I HAND POSED ALL 10 PEOPLE IN THIS IMAGE. PLEASE CLAP. I DID NOT KNOW YOU COULD IMPORT POSES.#however it is far too late now. i have gone insane#miqomarch#miqomarch 2024#ffxiv miqo'te#seeker of the sun#final fantasy 14#gposers#PLEASE fullview these i will cry soo so so hard if you don't#ANYWAY. this would be maybe a year or 2 after the calamity......#he was in the conjurer's guild when it happened and like. the scope and sheer horror of it just cemented the idea he had#that he had to go out there and do what little he was able to do to help#and who was MORE affected by it all than the Ala Mhigans?#post-calamity; in the midst of Garlean invasion; and barred from their one escape route thru the Shroud?#so he spent a few years out there#not necessarily with the Resistance. but with bands of refugees#being passed around as the one magical healer willing to stick around#going to wherever there are the most injured or elderly or sick or kids#trying his hardest to make a difference even though the losses are nearly too much to bear on good days#i'd imagine they had routes where they could accompany people through Gyr Abania so they could make it to safer areas#or where they'd pick up supplies en route or patrol for safety#it's also where he realized like. ohhh. people *will* accept me. i just need to find the right ones.#spent many a night in some stranger's arms not knowing if they'd both still be there the next day...#until the Scions eventually picked him up~#and promised him he *could* make a difference.
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JJK spoilers, but I love watching the villains be basically like "we're family, I lysm bro", and meanwhile the protag is cleaning house as the BBEG.
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idk-bruh-20 · 2 years
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(^originally from @thisisnotourlasthunt)
The degree to which this meme calls me out specifically i-
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elytrafemme · 9 months
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getting a diagnosis would genuinely be the best thing to happen to this blog second only to a cough syrup update because i know y'all are tired of my meltdowns but i am telling u guys if anyone could explain to me what was going on and gave me terminology i wouldn't have to viscerally describe everything i feel
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demo-ness · 1 year
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i do kinda hope people shift more towards a “it’s like GMOs” attitude about AI stuff.
in concept? not harmful, cool technology, a stepping stone to more advances
in practice? the capitalism got it :(
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vixlenxe · 7 months
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People who date Tiffanie just end up leaving the lipstick stains there on purpose. It's like a badge of honor at this point.
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theviolenttomboy · 3 months
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was randomly watching some Ojamaho Doremi clips on YouTube, and if I was the target audience, I definitely would've banged a heavy hunk of plastic hard enough to leave a bruise on my forehead.
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baylardian-1 · 2 years
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“I thought you wanted us to finish dinner?” Kathryn asks as the turbolift takes them past the deck their quarters reside on.
“I do, I just want to check on the kids first.”
Kathryn smirks, and in the privacy of the lift, lets her arm loop around Chakotay’s. Her tail sneaks around his ankle, tapping teasingly.
“We have one night off in months and you want to spend it with the kids.”
 (Lovely Fanfic that inspired the piece by @and-to-you-its-just-words!)
(Collaborated with @maliciousalice who substantially helped me with revising this pose from where it started lol)
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hellofastudysession · 2 years
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[I.D.: Yuri from DDLC stands at a podium, holding a piece of paper and squeezing the podium's side; her eyes are hidden in shadow and the background is dark purple. She says, "It... it's called..." The background changes with her words into shades of brown with shapes of landlines as she says, "'Aftermath of a Crimson Eye'."
Yuri looks up as the background changes to a glacial landscape. She is suddenly shaded dramatically, her gaze intense; behind her is an enormous, diamond-shaped red eye with radiating layers of orange, open against the blue sky and landlines. A bit of snow clumps around her podium as though she has indeed brought herself there.
Then Yuri startles, and the background is once more the dull yellow of the Literature Club's classroom. She has her hands clutched to her chest. She says an empty purple speech bubble, and then a sweating speech bubble with "..." inside it.
Sayori, Monika, Natsuki, and The Protagonist are shown to be staring at her, in varying levels of shock; Sayori has her hands balled up by her face, and Natsuki is blushing very visibly despite her blank expression.
Yuri nervously looks away with a hand over her heart from behind the cardboard podium and says, "i..." The Protagonist, from where he is sitting on the floor with the Literature Club, starts clapping with a smile as the three girls with him lean over to watch him (and be visible).
Yuri rushes past the four of them, embarrassed, as they all leap into wild applause. They all turn to face her anyway; Monika fondly standing to clap, Sayori stamping her feet into the ground and waving her fists around, and Natsuki mildly clapping with a deliberately unimpressed smile. End I.D.]
poem!
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kingdom-dance · 6 months
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Thinking about it Ady and Wyll would make the most sense like on paper and narrative-wise but he is not nearly fucked up enough for her he is too normal even with the devil pact shit he would not get her and be too polite to say anything about it
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