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#she's so cool

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Emma D'Arcy: This game they are locked in, it's largely a nonverbal one, and it's bitter and silent and stony. To name it is to begin to disarm the chasm, the trauma, the difficulty, the pain. Olivia Cooke: We exist in a series of looks and chess pieces and hearsay and ravens. We don’t ever get to see the words in front of us.

— Emma D'Arcy and Olivia Cooke for Vulture

#i've never like...actively shipped them but #'We exist in a series of looks and chess pieces and hearsay and ravens' is a CRAZY line #they're so gay

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Why does all this feel so familiar? Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck am I?

#yo this edit slaps!! #saga : connections.

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you're on a path in the woods...

#tbt.

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ALAN WAKE 2 (2023) dev. Remedy Entertainment

#: ( #saga : the forest yearns ( and so do i ).

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Beasts held in captivity often grow complacent over time, primal instinct displaced by inertia. Yozora, however, burnt bright with rebellious wonder, young features often glued to the glass panes of his enclosure. For heterochromatic hues to glimmer with such ambition, after nearly two decades of trial and torture, was a miracle. Yozora attributed this phoenix of hope, risen from the ashes of hardship, to one person. "It's you." Night sky incarnate greeted his star with muted courtesy, striding to the young woman's side. Even in the absence of a beating heart, did his mechanical core instead pulse in her presence. Thus did the king fall shy, cybernetic eyes instead scanning the ceilings of the mezzanine, the gala party they escaped from now a distant murmur. "... I was meaning to speak with you." The Verum Rex finally admitted, focus finally honed onto the violet-eyed maiden. "If I'm not intruding."

→ nameless star ♥︎

these violent delights have violent ends // @verumking

       violet eyes stare across the city in passive interest, quietly appreciating the way the neon lights of quadratum danced and reflected off the windows of the skyscraper. estrella finds herself getting lost in the visuals, a ghost lured into a trance as her eyes close and she grips the railing of the balcony with such an intensity that her knuckles threaten to violently rip through the silken fabric of her gloves. for a moment, she allows herself to forget: to forget not only where she is but who she is. she lets herself forget that this city, her supposed 'home', is nothing but a prison. and soon, her warden comes calling for her.

she spins around to face her king, the burnt out star now looking delicate and refreshed; fully ready to play her designed role to perfection. a smile, playful and bold, graces her features - filling in the gaps of his flaws shyness - before she speaks. ❛ not at all. ’ estrella keeps her eyes locked on his despite how his own look at everything but her. ❛ i was just thinking about how...utterly famished i am these days. ’ she's always hungry. yearning. desperate to fill a void with something opaque. untouchable. she's hungry for love - even more so to escape. yozora misses the brief but dangerous gleam in her eyes while she stares down at him because he's never looking where he should. it's gone once he finally gazes up at her; her eyes all sparkling adoration and attentiveness.

her white, pearlescent heels click pleasantly across the floor as the young woman practically glides towards him, an arm wrapping snuggly around his own before her glossed lips grew close to his ear. ❛ let's speak somewhere else. i'm bored with this party already. ’ she whispers with a giggle, giving him no room to protest as she tugs him towards a subtle exit she had spotted five minutes into this party. ❛ there was this lovely new place i spotted while out shopping the other day. it made me think of you... ’

#i'm testing her:tm: #verumking #tbt.

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‘five times’ drabble + kissed for emet ( to establish lore:tm: you said but it was for another character and i ended up not shipping that so here we are ) // not accepting. @amaeranthos disclaimer: not all of these take place within xiv. hopefully the ones that do is obvious.

i.    the woman twists the stem of the flower gently between her fingers, her pale, blue eyes quietly admiring the beauty of it as its white petals shimmer under the moonlight. flowers were often said to symbolize reunion, lovers exchanging flora as gifts after long periods apart being a well known tradition. it reminded me of you, is what dōnghuā imagines emet-selch would say if he wasn't so...well, himself: grumpy and utterly stubborn in regards to engaging anything that proved he was capable of being affectionate. the thought nearly makes her smile and she can feel him studying her, his quiet judgement loud as she meets his surly stare with her own stoic one.

her head tilts in slight amusement, the silken strands of her hair cascading into her lap like an inky black pool, before she leans towards him and plants a soft kiss against his cheek. when dōnghuā pulls back, she silently laughs behind her hand - enjoying the way he flusters and blushes from her touch as she began to sign to him, letting her hands speak the words she could not say: i've missed you too.

ii.    her eyes glance over the copies of clones that fill the lab, a sickness building in the depths of her gut as 'solus' rants and raves about a long dead city and its forgotten people. she barely registers when he finally stops and reaches for her, desperate yet gentle, as he takes her hands in his and lightly kisses the knuckles of her hands. and for a small moment, she forgets - forgets that he's built an empire off the deaths of thousands and has no plans on stopping. 'celeste' closes her eyes and slips a hand away from his own...before swiftly backhanding him across the cheek and spitting at his feet. silence and sharp, heavy breathing fills the lab until one of his gloved hands reaches up to softly touch his burning cheek almost out of pride. a smile, beautiful and wicked, blooms across his face once he finally looks down at her and she's never felt sicker.

iii.   he is the sun: hot. blinding. temperamental. something she shouldn't look at too long. he will burn her in the end; it's a fact that she knows it to be true the first time she steps out to greet him in curiosity. the hunter will always seek to trap the fox, to claim their prey as the prize ( but which is them is really the hunter? ). there is a thrill to the hunt, of letting him think he's in control as his mouth explores her body and her claws gradually dig into his own. blood is drawn the deeper she digs in, yet the man's kisses don't stop - even when she grips his heart and rips it clean from the clone's chest. her lips curl into a small, chilling smile as she observes the beating heart in her hands before tossing it into the snow for the little ones to find and eat later. he'll come back - he always did. dōnghuā looked forward to the next round of this excitedly.

iv.  she is the moon: cold. bright. distant. the two stare at each other from the ballroom, her pupil-less eyes never leaving his while she watches him smugly swirl a glass of wine as he studies her back. somehow, someway she feels like she's known this man her entire life - and that only makes her want to run away from him as far as she possibly can. yet she remains unmoving, letting him take her hand in his while she partially disassociates while back in his orbit. the crowd clears but its hard to focus on their individual faces before her attention is drawn back to him. he tilts her head up towards him before softly kissing her and she knows this has happened before but can't quite place the when. nor the why or how. it doesn't matter because it's over as quickly as it began, almost as if he was only give her a taste. the man's hands rise to the chest before signing to her, almost like the act was more tender - sacred - than speaking the three words she would understand just as easily: you are mine.

v.   dōnghuā watches passively as he struggles against the cruelty of the snow, the rest of his kind dead at her feet and his every step of his slowed by the frost that was building up his body. the sound of wolf howls echoed in the wind and golden eyes look at her with disgust and hatred as her children began to draw near for dinner. they would eat him then come for his kingdom next; she had told him not to step into her forest. the spirit raises two fingers, her index and middle, to her lips and softly kisses them - marking his fate with a simple flick of her hand as she blows the kiss to him. she turns away from him then, her work done as she disappears into the blizzard. all that's left is him and circling wolves.

#i've never read em*twol content a day in my life. but i don't think my interpretation of this ship vibes with most of fanon lol #and dōnghuā is mute/only signs #asks. #blood // #violence // #idk what else to tag i'm not good at triggers lol

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I brought you the heart witch

Show me the terror

#hell yea hell yea hell yea #saga : connections.

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He said no pickles

#the side eye lmaoooo #saga : connections.

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blows a kiss to saga for being the most badass mom

#:') #saga : connections. #saga : logan.

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      ❛ be honest with me casey. ’ saga demands. although the worry in her voice, on her face, makes her words sound more like a desperate plea instead of the calm, simple inquiry she had intended. the junior agent can't help but sigh, feeling nearly at her wit's end while trying to avoid staring too hard at the bodies that now littered the lower level of the police station. she was beginning to find herself unraveling as the night drew on, shuffling through the facts in her head - their currently reality beginning to sink in now that she had a moment to think and connect the obvious dots on the board. they had found themselves trapped in a horror story. wake was the very fucking interdimensional entity he ( or rather - it pretending to be him ) had been panically raving about this whole time. logan, her own daughter, was dea- 

no. she stops herself from finishing the thought as quickly as it had crept in.  saga can feel it - the story trying to take her too. trying to make her open that door, to dare to go down that spiral of grief. to make her believe that the awful lie that had been written was true. but it wasn't. it could never be true. she would make sure of it.

  she just needed to focus: to see through the 'bullshit' as her grandfather had crudely but aptly put it. ❛ i saw that examination report on you. ’ brown, doe-like eyes slightly shift away from her partner, thinking not only about what she had read but also what she had heard when she did something she would never typically do: profile a friend. family. the words terminal case casy ring in her head on a loop. saga wishes it would stop. ❛ how bad is it? ’ // @merinakoala

#merinakoala #saga : in character. #replies. #this got longer than i intended so don't feel that you have to match #as much as i think aw2 is a 10/10 experience; i do wish we got saga's perspective/feelings on things leading up the mind place moment - whi #but i would've liked little hints of her concerns/the insecurities talked show in the dark place showcased more i guess

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Exhibit A: Leon’s design in KH includes red wings on the back of his jacket that look like the wings on the back of Rinoa’s duster

Exhibit B: this excerpt from Leon’s official wiki page:

Exhibit C: this interview with Nomura after KH1:

Exhibit D: this scene in KH2, in which Leon receives a letter with a familiar symbol:

Conclusion: I don’t know, but I sure am concerned—it’s been 20 years I need CLOSURE, Nomura

#this will always piss me off lol #why introduce this just to drop it

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 FFX-2 WEEK - Favorite Quote

#me; reblogging my own stuff: wow such talent #anyway that edit of yuna over the supa hot fire guy is still one of the funniest things i've ever done as a gif maker #yuna : i am everything but what i wanted to be ( myself ).

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      ❛ you do it like this, see? ’ the last word is muffled by yuna's own fingers, two of them carefully placed across the edges of her mouth before she blows and a whistle - loud and crystal clear - echoes across the fields of grass that surrounding the pair. ❛ if you get lost, just whistle - it'll help us find each other. ’ the former summoner smiles softly at terra, absolutely delighted by her own little demonstration. // @magitekelite

#magitekelite #yuna : in character. #replies. #i figured this would be dissidia centered #remember when people would actually make dissidia verses? i remember

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For @cactuarqueen <3

#she's so *heart eyes* #yuna : i am everything but what i wanted to be ( myself ).

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link.

#i gave yuna a slightly darker skintone because her not having a tan doesn't make sense #got this from a non rp friend so feel free to steal if you want! #dash meme.

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#her remaster face is a mistake but she's still mother #yuna : i am everything but what i wanted to be ( myself ).