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#it's a promise not a goodbye
airenyah · 1 year
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remember that one ep11 scene that everyone decided was the break-up scene after the ep 12 preview (derogatory) dropped? i think the reason why that scene managed to trick us into believing that that was the break-up talk is because for a terrifying moment pran thinks it's a break-up talk
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#i have a half written meta about this in my drafts #it's been sitting there for month but i keep forgetting to finish it
well i've gone and done it, here's the meta
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radioroxx · 1 month
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this is kerdly 2 me. btw
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posting this with absolutely no context
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revvethasmythh · 2 months
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Thinking about Caleb “I-use-people’s-full-names-to-show-intimacy” Widogast and the way he calls Veth “Veth the Brave.” It’s not all the time—it’s rarely used, actually, saved for specific moments, only when he’s using the fondest of tones, with the most admiration, and how calling her that is more intimate than just “Veth Brenatto.” Because Veth the Brave is both of her identities. It’s Nott and it’s Veth, it’s their co-mingling, it’s her in her entirety. Veth the Brave. That’s why it’s so intimate, because he is speaking to all of who she is
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froschli96 · 9 months
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🗣️ Darlin', you give love a bad name
Found this in my old wip folder and it feels now more relevant than ever :)
Also these don't know why I never uploaded these they were just sitting there completely finished:
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zeravmeta · 1 month
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ordeal call 2 is Really hitting for people and to me the reason why is that throughout most of fgo's lifespan we've continuously been hit with the idea that as great and terrible as this journey is, it will end and we will have to say goodbye
avenger class servants are inherently incompatible with humanity, but they've stuck around as long as they did because they care about guda, so much so that they know a protracted end to this conflict is something that guda does not want. for all that ordeal call 2 tried to drive in the nail of gudas traumas in order to fully and finally break them, guda simply didn't bend. they are not malicious or vengeful enough to become an avenger themselves.
a tragic death on the battlefield is no way to say goodbye, the avenger servants know that better than anyone, so they took initiative and saved guda one last time
a final, happy goodbye where both can say they were grateful to have met
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hauntedandmurdered · 4 months
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The sexiest touch in movie history and no, nothing's ever gonna change my mind.
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nyxengale · 6 months
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The defense would like to submit Miles Edgeworth's sprite sheet to the court.
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As you can see, his "shocked" sprite clearly resembles the body language of the figure on the left in this photo. The figure on the left....
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IS NOT HOLDING THE GUN!!!
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Therefore, it is impossible for the defendant to have killed the victim!
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bruciemilf · 7 months
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Bi-Han wifed up the baddest bitch in Outworld (she can't fight her way out of a lunch bag and she's God's favourite idiot)
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lunart-06 · 4 months
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My very extremely late birthday art for Hajime (with a slight sinch of hinaegi☀️🌱)
Was planning to draw this 18 frame comic for this but that will took WAY LONGER so er yea be expecting of it ig 👍
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likelylarks · 4 days
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Daniel was not, strictly speaking, a Taylor Swift fan. He had ears, obviously, so he’d heard his fair share of her music over the years; his girlfriends had typically been into her music, too. It meant he knew the popular songs and there were maybe a couple tracks on folklore that hit a little too close to home, but nothing wild. So, when his girlfriend told him that Taylor Swift had dropped a new album, he didn’t really think anything of it. 
Over the next few days, he assumed that’s what she was listening to in the apartment. Over and over. But he couldn’t fault her for that because he could get the same way. It wasn’t a big deal. 
Then he had a phone call with Max. It was just about coordinating flights and taxis and boring shit so it didn’t matter that T. Swift was loud in the background. 
I love you, it’s ruining my life. 
Max laughed loudly at something barely funny that Daniel said; his chest warmed at the sound, something content and pleased re-making it’s presence known. Daniel’s thoughts stuttered to a very distinct, “Oh. Oh no.”
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lokh · 1 year
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guess who saw the babygirl pose thread
also bonus brisket
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momentomori24 · 2 months
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I SWEAR THIS MAN JUST LOOKS LIKE A NEW PERSON EVERY TIME HE APPEARS THAT I DIDN'T EVEN RECOGNIZE HIM AT FIRST
Like, did I really have to scroll through Twitter to find out that this random all knowing dude living behind the pearly gates, heavily implied to possess all the lore and answers to mysteries Matpat has been aiming to solve for years is goddamn SCOTT CAWTHON????
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cherryjuicegf · 10 months
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He sees her last. After the blood and the gloom and the despair that plagued his sight, after the death and the wails and the pleas that teared at his chest, he sees her last.
Chaos, he thinks, has never looked more serene.
In another place, at another time, it would be beautiful.
Now Yennefer meets his eyes from across the hall and a sudden jolt shakes her whole and she runs, gods, she runs to him with such helplessness and relief that he knows he will welcome the most bruising hug, if it means it will keep her afloat. There is a weeping beauty in sadness, but not for her eyes. Never for her eyes.
As she buries her head in his shoulder, he feels her heart digging a hole in his chest. He holds her tight.
"Thank the gods," she whispers, as though to herself, "thank the gods you're alive."
In another place, at another time, he would make a joke, perhaps about the feeling not being mutual, just to steal a smile and a banter from her lips.
But he has no heart for that now. Not even for that.
He only has a chain clenched tight around his heart and gutting his voice in shame every time he opens his mouth to speak. "Yennefer, I–"
At once, she looks at him. "No words." As though she knows what he would say, as though she knows all he hasn't done, and mourns him anyway. She shakes her head, eyes huge and dark and pleading. "You can't stay here, it's dangerous. You have to go. You have to find Geralt."
"Yennefer, Yen– I know." His fingers dig into her arms and he can't bear to loosen his hold, he can't bear to let her go. Not yet. He smiles, soft. Leans to search for her eyes, for just a moment of peace in their turbulent current. "I just wanted to see my darling witch."
Yennefer stares at him for a moment, shoulders tense. Then, she huffs a laugh. Her expression softens, almost crumbles.
He feels her hands shaking where she holds him and the corners of her lips tremble as though with all the unspoken screams of the sea trapped into a single shell, wailing and weeping and waiting to be heard. He only wishes he had time to put her heart to his ear.
Her voice is quivering as she speaks. "I don't know where Ciri is," she says and it sounds like the complaint of a mother and a child crushed into one, like the world's cruelest crime, the earth's deepest regret, choked in swallowed tears. "I don't know where she is, I don't–"
She doesn't let her face break, as if she knows that when the bottle cracks, there will be no end or beginning, as if she knows he will only have to stay there, and hold her through it. And he cannot stay here between death's teeth.
She can't afford this too.
But he knows terror when he sees it in her eyes, for it is not frequent, and floods them with a different kind of darkness. It breaks his heart.
She looks at him for a moment deeply, in thought. Then she lets out a sharp breath. Quiet, exhausted. "Gods, Jaskier. I'm losing everything all over again. And then," she nods at him from tip to toe and laughs again, as though she finds it absurd, "here you are. Here you always are."
Maybe it sounds painful, because she winces.
Maybe she cannot bear looking at him, maybe in hope it will hurt less if she loses him. But Jaskier doesn't abandon her eyes, only stays there, because their violet melts just like then, just like that other time she was all bereft and scared and he got to see it, and knew. Yet again, a familiar kind of despair.
But, gods. What else could one make out of shared pain, except for love?
A tear flows down her cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb before it shatters. He holds her face. "Hey. You are not in this fight alone." He swallows, voice thick, hand firm as though to caress the love on her skin and right into her. "Not anymore."
Oh, she has been alone for so long. So long that her first instinct is to disbelieve him, doubt him, squint. But it is only for a moment.
Because his thumb is still stroking her cheek clean of stray tears and her brows can only twitch in desperate acceptance as she slowly covers his hand with hers and leans into his touch, closes her eyes. Presses on, as though to memorize the shape of his palm when it's missing, as though asking of him to remember her shape.
Jaskier can't hear her, but feels her own voice in his head as he prays they don't become no more than a memory.
"We'll meet again." She looks at him again and now her voice is steadier.
It makes him smile. He will miss this. Offering a hand for her to lean into every now and then. Watching as she rises again, indelible.
A chuckle, as the curtain threatens to rise. "Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. Besides," he speaks softer now, like a lullaby, like a confession, "I could never be done with the likes of you, Yennefer of Vengerberg."
A promise.
And Yennefer smiles, through the tears, and shakes her head. How strange, how comforting. To fight so hard for a purpose, and to know the purpose is willing, at last, to fight back for you.
With a deep sigh, she raises her head. And there she is again. Solid, seething, like a burning hill. "Don't leave Geralt alone."
"You know I won't." Then, pleading. "Be strong."
He knows she will be. It's mostly to remind himself.
Slowly, their hands drop away, and he hopes the warmth of her touch lingers on his hand for a while.
"Be brave," she replies, but she knows too. "I won't be there to save you this time." Jaskier huffs, mostly to hold back tears. "Well, then," she continues, and her voice is suddenly strained in a half-laugh, half-sob, an attempt perhaps, to seal the promise back. "Goodbye. Good luck–"
Only, she can't.
Her voice dies in her throat, and she presses her lips together, in refusal, in grief. Her eyes are wet again.
Jaskier lets out a silent gasp and shakes his head, pulling her close one last time, tighter than before. This is too much. He can't ask for too much. So he only lets her steal some breaths from his chest before he lets her go, and places a kiss on her head.
He feels her holding her breath, or his, as she pulls back and silently looks at him one last time.
And then, like a cord snapping in two, she turns around and walks outside the room. She doesn't look back.
And Jaskier watches numb. Her form disappears behind the walls and he stands wrecked, a sob threatening to rip his throat apart.
Broken, trembling, he smiles at her remaining memory, and decides to seal her promise himself. "Good riddance."
His voice echoes back to him in the empty hall.
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loquaciousquark · 2 months
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this will appeal to about three people but if you're one of those three, i got you boo
pose & costume reference: abt's 2021 production of swan lake
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me and my pookies wedding 🥰🥰🥰
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