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#or the time i offered him smth
expressionless-fr · 19 days
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I wouldn't be here if it wasn't because of him.
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haharuspex · 3 months
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phew, okay, pathologic oc time!!
“I don’t gather. I don’t sing. I don’t dance. That’s for others, but for me - it's to hunt, to pretend, to scavenge. Cattle is content, it knows its purpose, herbs don’t resist when I pluck them, but the rest... Oh, odonghs hate me. Herb brides, too. They tore off my tail once and I haven’t bothered them since."
"Hunter", a steppe creature, is rumored to have crawled out of rivers so deep that their bottom originates in Suok's guts. He (it, she, they, whatever, it doesn't care) took on a more or less humanoid appearance when it first met people, because he hunts best when it imitates its favorite prey. That’s why Hunter resembles herb brides in some ways - he loves to feed on them, because he secretly envies their talent to communicate with Earth. He "steals" this talent after consumption, but it doesn't stay for long.
He does not enter the Town just yet because he's lowkey afraid lmao, but engages in barter on the outskirts. He can exchange twyre of any rarity and the organs of odonghs/herb brides for lemons. He fucking loves lemons. He doesn’t even eat them, he collects them as a kind of treasure, and in his underground lair they somehow, magically ig, don’t rot - they just chill there like a hoard of citrus gold.
His true form is a long black half-snake, and his poison, at worst, can paralyze and kill, and at best (when processed properly) can become an anesthetic or a medicine to boost immune system.
his hair is snakes and twyre and certain daredevils are eager to use it as an ingredient for a homemade snake wine lol
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grasslandgirl · 1 month
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hell is going to dinner w your family at a nice restaurant and being served by a guy you knew in high school. and your mom thinks he’s flirting with you and will not let it die.
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kicktwine · 1 year
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idk how it would happen but I imagine ven meeting his younger selves and they’re both so different. But the same. But different
he meets the one stuck in the desert with no memories and immediately almost gets his head cut off, just because — for ease of reading, he’ll refer to himself as Ven and the younger one as Ventus and the youngest one… Little Ven. Look, he never said he was that creative, and they like their name — because he startled him. He doesn’t remember the badlands that well, but he does remember how jumpy it made him. That’s still… there.
anyways he almost gets his head cut off because Ventus hears someone’s big metal shoes behind him and whips around, keyblade in hand, and Ven backs out of the way with his hands up and an eep! and puts a lid on the instinct to summon his own keyblade. Ventus’ face gives away his emotions pretty much instantly, which it doesn’t do so much anymore, but it goes fear-anger-confusion-VERYconfusion-fearagain-curiosity-confusion-bigshowyhuffyface. Like a kitten making itself look bigger. Ven tries to make himself look smaller, or at least non threatening. Or at least not like an evil future version of himself come to end his bloodline here and now. Would you believe he had that irrational fear every once in a while he’d make some kind of dumb mistake and go ah, I hope this doesn’t have universal consequences i feel the repercussions of via someone smarter than me coming to tell me off! which, I mean it’s not The Most irrational. Time travel exists. He’s doing… it(???). Ventus seems to settle somewhere between genuine curiosity and cornered kitten.
“Who are you?”
Wow his voice is higher! It dropped pretty late. Mostly while he was training here, so he never really had the embarrassed-by-voice-cracking thing Aqua told him about with Terra, he was worried about other things. And his hair is so much scruffier, and his skin is dry-looking, he doesn’t remember taking care of himself very well out here. There’s nothing here, really. Has Ventus eaten? Today? Should he have brought the conchas from the kitchen. Is that an open cut on his arm? That’s blood. That’s bad. Ven’s been forgetting to speak and just looking at his younger self which is not helping his nerves, he doesn’t think. “Uh… you? Older you! We’re in a dream, sort of, I think.”
probably not the right thing to say, even though ven’s not sure what WOULD be the right thing to say. That was about the most succinct he could make it. Ventus’ eyes narrow, and he drops the curiosity, and Ven knows what just happened, he thinks this is a test now. It’s absurd enough to not be real, and it must be illusion magic. Ventus spins his keyblade behind him and lowers his stance (still kinda sloppy, the Master was always— Xehanort was always on him about it even though apparently holding a keyblade backwards was fine). “Bullcrap,” he spits.
“Language!” Ven scolds, feeling the spirit of Aqua fill him. Ventus is too nervous to say anything more than “crap” though, which is kind of cute but weird to think about now that he’s still nervous around adults but swears like a sailor around, like, Roxas.
“Either leave me alone or fight!”
“I don’t wanna—“ And then Ventus jabs at him, his patience for the test spent. The faster he passes, the faster he can go sit down and the less of a chance he gets hurt. Ven dodge rolls out of the way once, twice, threefourtimes, getting ten pounds of dust down his shirt. He never liked this feeling. Dust stuck to his skin. Ventus gets more and more frustrated with every miss, starting to make angry growls when he does, and snaps out a strike raid, which misses, and it misses on the way back, but Ven is busy righting himself from where it missed and Ventus gets a heavy slash in right on his knuckles, which stings.
Ven recoils, and Ventus sees the real actual blood on his knuckles and the teeth of Wayward Wind and his eyes blow wide. Almost immediately, he drops his keyblade and backs away, hugging his arms to his chest and turtling in his jacket. “Oh— sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry! I messed up.”
“it’s okay! It’s okay, it’s fine,” Ven reassures him, really really wanting to stop hearing himself over-apologize. He quickly, telegraphing his moves because he knows how bad this could look, summons his keyblade and casts a quick Cure. The wound vanishes, even though it’s gonna leave a bruise anyways. Ven shows his arm. “See? Totally fine.”
Ventus doesn’t move towards him, but un-turtles slightly. His eyes linger on Ven’s hand — fine. Like he said — to the space his, their keyblade was just summoned, the one he’s holding his version of. To his face, which is pretty similar, though Ventus hasn’t looked at himself in a mirror in a while. To his outstretched arm, and the thin scars over it, and his own scrawny arm, dried blood still shiny over a thin but deep cut.
Ven follows his gaze. “Can I see that?” he asks, gently.
Ventus slowly, very deliberately shuffles his way over and gives up his arm to be looked at. Ven takes it — Ventus almost flinches when he touches him, totally real and corporeal and warm and stuff — and once again casts Cure, this time a Curaga just to cover anything he might not be showing him. Ven used to do that, before he knew what he was doing but after he was too floaty to know what he was doing at all, he’d just not tell anyone he was uncomfortable. It felt shaky and bad to verbalize, and it took Terra specifically a long time to teach him that no was a good word and I made a mistake was not the end of the world. Ven’s not gonna be able to teach the younger version of himself that whole thing in a few hours. But y’know — at least he can be nice.
Ventus studies the spot on his arm that he cured. It’s going to scar because he didn’t get to it on time, but he knew that, and Ventus figures that out, his stare moving to the same scar on Ven’s forearm. And the rest of them. Some the same, some came later. He is not, pointedly, removing his arm from Ven’s hands.
Ventus’ voice is tentative and scratchy. “Why’re you here?”
“Um,” Ven says, elegantly. “I’m not sure.”
”That’s dumb,” Ventus huffs.
“Hey.”
“Sorry. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Ven says, gesturing for his other hand. Ventus hesitates — fear-worry-want, his face is like an open book — and gives it to him, finally desummoning his keyblade. “Do you not know Cure yet?”
Ventus scowls again. “Shouldn’t you remember? No.”
Ven shakes his head. “I don’t remember when we learned it. I thought it was before this.”
“I don’t remember anything before this.” Ventus, despite curling forwards into the touch he’s being given, somehow scowls even deeper.
Ven kneels. “And I don’t remember being so angry,” he says, softly. “We don’t get much better at the memory thing in the future.”
“Oh.” Ventus keeps standing. “Do—“ he bites his lip.
“Do what?”
“Do we… do we get better at — you’re … I’m… mad. I don’t like— You don’t look— Do we— nevermind, sorry. It’s nothing.”
“We get happier,” Ven says, something inside him crumbling. “We do, we get friends, even.”
Ventus’ eyes widen, not looking at him. “Here?”
“No, not here. It… it’s a long story. But I promise it gets better.” Ven doesn’t like looking at this. He spent so long not thinking about it — on purpose, not thinking about it, ever since he woke up in the Land of Departure “thinking about it” was more of a phrase that meant shaky, scattered flashes of memory and sharp copper smells and waking up with his heart in his throat and his muscles trying to scatter out of existence or hearing a metal fixture drop to the floor with a loud clang! and suddenly he couldn’t hear anything except ringing and it was all, an abstract cocktail of not good that he never untangled and avoided like the plague — that… making it real, seeing himself just exist in a terrible place while nothing happens to him like those flashes of memory, it makes it real. And it breaks something inside him, something really small but gummed up because before this he had a layer of detachment from the whole thing, and he almost wants to cry. Ven knows now that he didn’t deserve this and it was stupid and horrible and he should have just had friends who loved him this whole time because it’s possible and he’s a likeable person and he has good to give and love to receive. But Ventus doesn’t know that yet, and he sure won’t believe it until it happens. He remembers not believing it. He remembers thinking it wouldn’t ever get better, and how much better it feels now that it has, and — oh, okay he is crying cool. Ventus looks at him like he’s grown a second head, all confusion and worry and tentative digging inside himself to see what he should do.
“Do… um. Do you want a hug?” Ventus asks nervously.
Ven nods. Ventus’ arms curl around Ven’s back, all thin shaky noodles and no muscles and fewer scars and not used to doing this. Not too hard — he doesn’t want to weird him out — Ven hugs back as best he can. He learned how to give pretty stellar hugs from his friends. He hopes Ventus can feel it.
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archorcist · 2 months
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who gonna let adam cuddle them and bundle them up in his wings … asking for a friend lol 👉👈
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daz4i · 3 months
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yknow i noticed the small steps method doesn't help me and only stresses me out more. and like i just get stuck on the first step anyway and never move on to the next one, i'll probably even go back to the start eventually really. i'm apparently an all or nothing guy i can't think of an action as multiple actions bc it stresses me out i just need to either do it or not. the problem is i usually end up not
#i talked to my social worker abt this today#bc like he said that in order to have an easier time going outside i need to do it often enough to get used to it#but for me it's like. i go outside when i need to. yknow?#(days where my anxiety is painfully debilitating don't count lol)#i'm gonna be uncomfortable anyway. bc being outside is inherently unpleasant for me. it's not smth i can get used to#i compared this to going to the dentist. you do it bc you have to but you won't go just to get used to it yknow?#so my thought process is. i'm gonna have to start going outside every day soon for the art program. so i'm just gonna do it#i took a bus one time with my mentor/guide(??) to see that i can do it and i did. so i broke the barrier kinda#but it's not like i'm just gonna take the bus for fun?? i'll get used to it as i do it. i think. like i was before. hopefully#idk it feels pretty obvious to me but it baffled him i think 😭#both of them offered to just go downstairs with me. sit at the lobby of my building or smth#but it feels silly to me like. if i'm getting dressed i may as well go do smth yknow??#idk. again it makes a lot of sense to me but i don't think they get it#i think i'm generally very odd when it comes to other ppl in this recovery program 😭😭 just like i was in that social anxiety support group#(aka everyone went there for stage fright which isn't an issue for me i like being on a stage. hate one on one conversations tho -#- which was comfortable for them. so this was. well. the first step!!! in a lot of its sessions. and it just made me feel bad)#anyway that was my ramble. sorry. my brain is weird
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mintjeru · 2 years
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firefly
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[Image description: A two page comic in which Childe quietly admires Diluc. Diluc holds out a hand and a firefly lands on his finger. He smiles to himself. Childe, who is watching Diluc from the side, lifts his head off of the hand he was resting it on. He gazes, infatuated, at an unaware Diluc.]
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ednaeflowers · 2 months
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there's a new skit in rays where s.orey can't focus on his writing because he's too stressed by everything he still has to do, so edna suggests he get an assistant. he immediately asks if she could be his assistant, but she turns it down. immediately, he pulls out his best sad face on her and says that it's reassuring if she's his assistant, so she caves in and agrees reluctantly 😭😭😭😭😭😭
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seventh-fantasy · 3 months
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remembering tonight "变得不适应因为它们原本来自江河大海 世上本不应该有池塘" (said by a monk character) and thinking about the sea being repeatedly suggested to be the place with the last traces of lxy - and llh - in this world
#rough tl: 'they found themselves out of place bc they came from the rivers and sea. there ought not to be ponds in the world to begin with'#(it's just going home)#lz 1994 is not a perfect film to me but it's got some banger lines that GET IT.#once again this is not anything new i'm saying about lhl/llh but everyday i ruminate and think. oh they understand OKAY.#they know what they're doing. it's all in the narrative and the motifs#mainstream cnet reading of lhl/llh has always taken a buddhist lens. and thinking about that one cfan who specifically said chan/zen:#the journey of liberating yourself is. smth you can attain in ordinary mortal life but it's also smth that warrants continuous reiteration#it rings so true to lxy's life. you think you've shed pretensions of your old life and indeed you have gained new perspective and clarity#until it stops serving you and you realise it's not enough and it's time to move again#if the idea of llh is built on the denial of the idea of lxy#then towards the end of the show lxy realises this distinction is one-sided and imagined#if what 'llh' had offered to him is the taste of liberation and freedom then clearly it had run its course. face it. it's time to move#he experiments with his identities like he experiments with his cooking. the last one's alr good enough. why stick to it#anw there's no coherence in this post. just tacking thoughts all to this like a board so that i'll eventually write a proper post. maybe#lhlmeta#lhl#my posts#GOOD NIGHT IT'S 2AM jfc not again
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dutybcrne · 3 months
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Huffman was definitely the first person Kae'd ever slept with, and had to spend a great deal of time talking Huffman out of proposing bc the man wanted to 'take responsibility', send tweet-
#//Not on the other blog bc it a general hc#//ANYWAY#hc; kaeya#//It's bc of Kae's voiceline#//HIs Mika one; where he mentions both Mika AND Huffman take things WAY too seriously#//But also the fact that Huffman is basically canon Kae simp lol#//Bc if there's anybody Kae could rope into shit; it's Huffman#//And at the time; he'd used his pretty face to do ONE reckless thing of his own; with ONE person he'd have no qualms doing so#//Prolly bc Huffman was the only friend Kae had at the time that he COULD fuck without a mortifying slew of problems#//Still prolly panicked just as bad as Huffman over the whole ordeal; bc he had yet to enter his flouncing peacock era at the time#//Cried abt it to Addie & everything; she helped make sure he wouldn't deal with any lasting consequences. & gave him a Scolding; but STILL#//He later on looked back on his first time like 'Wow I was so fucken stupid; you'd think I'd gotten knocked up or smth-'#//Deffo likes sleeping with Huffman every chance he gets in present day#//For the stress relief; even if it's a stress in and of itself to keep convincing him that he does NOT need to 'take responsibility'#//Huffman was prolly also the only person whose marriage offer Kae has ever actually seriously considered; to this date#//Bc they were already friends; but also bc Kae Knew that Huffman would only ever have good intentions to him#//For a FACT#//Known the guy since his trainee days; ofc he'd trust him over any nobles or most other people that'd try to vie for Kae's hand#//But it's also precisely BC Huffman is such a good friend that Kae also would rather Not marry him#//He knows the man too well; he'd make for a good fuck; yeah; but partner??? With how he's raised Mika??? His habits????#//Nahhh#//And that's without mentioning Kae's OWN issues with marriage as it stands-#//Adding shit bc yes: Huffman is deffo the person Kae goes to when he starts getting antsy abt his looks#//Bc he knows Huffman would NEVER stop praising and complimenting him throughout#//Would deffo let the man fuck him through a dysphoric episode too; for the same reason#//Dude's too stupidly sincere; Kae finds it endearing and so very reassuring
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regularshcw · 4 months
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" As long as I am here,
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no one can hurt you. "
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mephiles-the-jester · 5 months
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in my head i have a sonic band au where sonic turns 18, except he's a chao which means after he comes out of the cocoon he's gonna be green for a bit. so as the reasonable person he is, he drops his sonic the hedgehog identity for a while and decides to do someone villain redeeming and some personal indulgence, and creates a band with some evil girlies who want him dead. featuring green-teal sonic as lead guitarest and singer, neo metal sonic on keytar and as a backup singer, mephiles playing the bass, and infinite as a drummer. gadget is there for good person support and as infinite's caretaker after the phantom ruby took away his face and eyes, and iblis owns the car they all use. anyway one day the band pisses sonic off mildly so he decides to hire team dark as body guards, including shadow to throw off everyone's vibe instantly, and team dark does not know that the band is sonic and his villains and what they walked into,, they recognise gadget tho so they trust them
i could draw this but im battling period cramps so maybe tomorrow idk
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kuiinncedes · 8 months
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lestatlioncunt · 2 years
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vesper moxley and the heartthrobs through the years
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vittoria gray » the daughter of Vesper’s coach and her best friend, Vittoria can also pride herself of the title of Vesper’s first ever partner. while some kind of love was surely there, these two soon found out that they fell in love with the idea of love itself, rather than each other. they decided to rewind the tape and just enjoy what they had as best friends once more. they got separated when vittoria’s dad died and her mother decided to leave Night City. in 2077, Vittoria is still in contact with Vesper and she's still her best friend.
fenix hayes, 2072 » some encounters really can change your life forever and that’s exactly what happened when Vesper met Fenix for the first time, by pure chance, in a bar in 2072. despite the rocky start, these two soon embarked in a relationship that then came crushing down under Fenix’s unresolved past. the more Vesper fell in love, the more she wanted him close; the more Fenix fell in love, the more he pushed her away. the continue absence and disappearance and all the things left unsaid ultimately made Vesper leave him for good.
rogue amendiares » not only bad things came from having Johnny Silverhand planted into her head. the unfortunate circumstances made Vesper meet the famous queen of the afterlife herself and immediately fall for her too. Rogue tried to resist the growing interest for Vesper, but in the end she fell prey to her own desires. sadly, their relationship wasn’t destined to last forever, especially when someone was still buzzing around Vesper. they still hold each other dear, a mutual respect and closeness now indissoluble. 
fenix hayes, 2078 » “some loves don't end, they make huge turns and then they come back.”
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mars-ipan · 6 months
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oh i am happy to be home
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bitbrumal · 1 year
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kicks down the door  i WANT dainsleif & kaeya conflict that’s so complex they’re grasping at each other knowing they’ll tear like wet fucking tissue paper. kaeya the would-have-been prince of a kingdom long lost, a loss accepted by dain - & yet, kaeya as a symbol of some far-fetched rebirth. even though it will never be real--an acceptance so fully come to terms with, made peace with, that it makes of an idea some gentle soothe.                     never real because kaeya will absolutely                         never tolerate being used for that purpose. dainsleif, perhaps expecting the delusional puppet of the alberich clan — & kaeya, expecting as always to be doomed by any connection to his home country. any recognition by it. the biting, snarling conflict clad in a composure so controlled it will ache at the seams as they see in each other all the things they fear most, at least where related to khaenri’ah.
kaeya who wants nothing & yet everything; greedy for the light that flickers so rarely in dainsleif’s eyes - their weight upon him a thing not so difficult to dissect when the foundation of his response is well known. there’s no better way to get to know a man than to know him where he breaks.         kaeya, terrified. dainsleif, horrified.
& each the only place where that can be wholly understood.
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