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volkoss · 7 days ago
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WIP Whenever
Tagged by @serbarris, thank you! Tagging: @carnalapples, @queenaeducan, @gallows-into-oblivion and anybody else who might like to do this one! Scene from the still tentatively titled follow-up to Brilliant Things.
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If Johanna were the type of woman to believe in the Maker, perhaps her current circumstances could be excused as divine retribution. In the absence of faith, however, a more mundane explanation must suffice.
Fortunately, she knows exactly where to pin the blame: any wrong she has ever faced can always be traced back to Emmrich Volkarin.
Volkarin has not been subtle about his involvement when it comes to all matters involving Johanna’s imprisonment. It is obvious in everything from the basic details of her physical location in his office to the structure of the wards he’d placed upon her skull: of course he would use a personal variation to the special formulation they had developed together in simpler and happier times. He had always enjoyed such petty flourishes, and Johanna had always indulged him.
And then there is the fact of her continued existence.
In her degraded state, the lich lords of the Grand Necropolis could have easily destroyed her soul in its entirety. And yet, through whatever contrivances Volkarin must have mustered in conversations with his fellow Watchers, Johanna had been granted this so-called mercy instead of the oblivion she had expected.
Given his intimate knowledge of her feelings toward contrition, it had been Volkarin’s most masterful ploy yet. Honestly, she would have been impressed—perhaps even proud—had she not been the target of his malevolent intentions.
Nonetheless, the events of the last few days as well as a newfound purpose in light of Rook’s disappearance had started Johanna along the path of considering accepting the excoriating indignity of her reduced circumstances.
Or they had, until Volkarin had started snoring.
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egophiliac · 11 months ago
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So the final character turns out to be based on Ryugen, but it feels kinda weird how there is also one based on Zangetsu and they aren't brothers
Or what if plot reveals they are brothers and he was actually adopted or stollen
I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S ACTUALLY RYUUGEN?! I made a joke about it when Toten got revealed but I didn't actually expect... (I'm counting it as a win though, which means I guessed three out of sixteen! ...given how wacky some of these got, I'm actually pretty proud of that.)
he seems very sweet though! I hope he and his secret hamsters are very happy together. 🐹
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THIS WAS MY EXACT TRAIN OF THOUGHT TOO! either this is an incredible bit of meta foreshadowing, or an incredible bit of Takahashi trolling, and I -- I honestly don't know which is more likely)
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generalsdiary · 5 months ago
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Moze x Jiaoqiu
word count: 900~
description: just mozqiu being domestic (pre-2.5 events)
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moze is the type of husband who always cleans, keeps everything neat, he will run (quite literally) anywhere and do any errand without complaint, nothing is too hard or difficult for him. he is v protective, „I promise I will bring him back“, nothing is stopping him from getting his husband back, he is confident in his abilities, to the point he isn't even worrying. he always attentively listens to jiaoqiu’s ramblings, his full attention on the foxian. he will eat anything jiaoqiu puts before him, no matter his preferences. uttering simple praises after the meal and never letting his husband clean up.
at night he cuddles with him, being the big spoon, holding his husband close, face buried in the orangey pink hair. like a touch starved kitten, he gravitates to him during the day, always hugging him- backhugs are his favorite. jiaoqiu always smiles, a sparkle in his eyes with each embrace. moze is often quiet, very thoughtful- usually ending up blunt in his words but not cold, never cold. the care and love for each other shown in the soft words, gentle embraces and lingering gazes. moze doesn’t do causal touches, his hands don’t wander to jiaoqiu’s soft tail, or even softer ears, or to caress him. he doesn’t want to overwhelm his husband or make him uncomfortable. yet when they stand close he bumps his nose against his. and when he is so so tired he rests his forehead on the shorter man’s. recharging, seeking comfort, love. luckily for him, his husband knows his main love language is physical touch. jiaoqiu bringing his hands to cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing the rough skin. he misses the smile that brightens the foxian’s face, his eyes shut relishing in the sensations. such a sensitive and responsive man. jiaoqiu is the only person moze allows to touch him, to drag those soft fingers across his scars, through the silver hair, to see him shirtless. he is the only one with whom he makes and keeps eye contact. moze is the type of husband that even without being close jiaoqiu can feel his touch on him. sitting across him, over a hotpot. lilac eyes on him. full of love. as if he is caressing his husband’s cheek at that moment. making jiaoqiu’s chest feel warm from the feeling of such a silent expression of admiration.
on the days jiaoqiu voices that he feels tired a quick response is given in turn “I can carry you.” a blunt, straightforward, and the same offer every time. he is more than happy to carry him + he enjoys showing off for his hubby. not caring for the public opinion or any observers; it doesn’t even cross his mind, jiaoqiu’s happiness the only thing on his mind. sadly, he is always rejected (occasionally making him pout). moze doesn’t even know why (painfully obvious why, the rare blushed jiaoqiu further confirming it). shadows are his safe haven, but jiaoqiu is his peace. they fill each other's needs, like puzzles fitting together, completely domestic in their behaviors; perfect for general feixiao’s safety and well-being. despite working together they don’t get tired of each other. work is work and their house is home.
coriander is not allowed under this roof and no big lights are ever on. when they have guests, jiaoqiu compensates with many small lamps, fairy lights, and a bunch of candles. unscented ones. otherwise, they would clash with the meal. sometimes, jiaoqiu will light a scented candle, but it won’t be lit for longer than an hour, otherwise, he would get overwhelmed due to how sensitive his nose is to smells. moze being the clean freak, and insistent on maintaining really good hygiene and not strong perfumes so he can do his job perfectly would just make jiaoqiu purr if he could. type of husband truly only for him. jiaoqiu is quite a social butterfly and he drags his husband with him, who will grumble a bit and then go along, and behave politely to the best of his capabilities. moze cannot read a room to save his life, short in his sentences and straight to the point despite pondering his words prior, they end up always coming off blunt. he means no harm and what he says is usually of little matter, and none of it holds any weight to him when all he needs is to hear his darling chuckle or gaze at him and all is well in his world. the only result he could possibly ever wish for.
and when they kiss? the lighting and shadow with fire and spice? the I talk a lot, flirtatious, rarely flustered with I listen to you with heart eyes, mainly unaffected but you make me smile. well… they keep it private. such actions feel too personal and intimate for them to be shown in public and given for anyone to see on display. they hold it too close to their hearts, it matters in a different way to them. something near and dear. they won’t be caught showing pda, not even holding hands- well they rarely hold hands either way. it is behind closed doors and in the privacy of their home that their lips meet, and hands wander, leaving soft touches in intimate places that they’d never do in public (unlike many others). it means too much to them.
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ttrpg-smash-pass-vs · 2 months ago
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The demilich! When a lich loses its soul cage but doesn't die, its body eventually crumbles. It falls into involuntary hibernation unless disturbed while its mind wanders the planes, as its magic and items infuse with its form. When disturbed and it snaps back to life! they can make clouds of debris, cast any spells from any item they've absorbed over thier life (get creative), and have innate magic to fly, teleport, and manipulate or launch items. and that spectral hand they can summon can lift 19 pounds, so actually has some force behind it. Note however, they do eat souls. So watch out for that.
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todayisafridaynight · 1 year ago
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'tumblr i told you to stop sniping my post quality' translation: 80's sequel to this so click for better quality
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chirpsythismorning · 5 months ago
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Yeah there’s gonna be plenty of little details in s5 confirming byler, but there’s one thing in particular that I feel like would be too hilarious to pass up on…
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moonviewer · 2 years ago
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"I will keep going forward, no matter how hopeless it might seem."
(please do not repost my art and just leave a link to it if you'd like to share instead, thank you!)
#shining nikki#sn nikki#my art#sn#nikkiverse#i drew this for an art contest#but i really drew it because i wanted to say something with its message#and because i needed a reason to paint something to practice my art style#lol#i tried to make it so even those who don't know its context could understand...at least a little bit#i've recently been watching Naoki Saito (an illustration advice youtube channel) and i've been wanting to try out the things i learned ther#this time i wanted to try conveying a concept/message just in 1 image alone#at first it was honestly more difficult than i thought i tried it for days#but nothing worked and when i finally did get the idea that became this drawing it was because i was thinking one night of how#nikki was someone who has failed thousands and thousands of times yet she never gave up#i admired that because i was thinking of how i just keep failing in my goals that night#that was when i thought i wanted to convey that strength that nikki has#that strength that i also wished to have#and that was when the concept just flowed to me like water so easily#isnt it strange that its only when i start to feel like theres something i want to say that i finally find the idea to express it#something so obvious that i don't even realize lol#for context this image is about someone who lived in a world operated by AI where all emotions and creativity are shut down and dominated b#AIs kinda like the current AI crisis in the art community#but this someone believed in a world with vivid color#and the heart that created such an imperfect yet beautiful world before AI dominated it#thats what i wanted to express#thanks for reading if anyone bothers reading my long rants lol :)
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coffeebanana · 2 months ago
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She’d settled for staring at his feet. At his flimsy red canvas shoes, with worn laces and cracked soles. The same ones he’d been wearing for years, the same one she’d teased him about countless times before everything had changed.  Adrien, come on. You can’t keep wearing those forever. Her words had been interlaced with laughter—his or hers, she couldn’t quite remember.  It hadn’t mattered back then, when their mirth had so often been shared.  Marinette shouldn’t have been surprised to learn he still wore those shoes. No matter how many stores she’d tried to drag him inside, or how many raised eyebrows Nathalie had offered after his socks tracked wet footprints through the house on rainy days, Adrien had refused to wear anything else on a day-to-day basis. The shoes meant something to him, something Marinette had never really understood. She wasn’t sure he even understood, really—he’d claimed they were special, that they were the first pair he’d ever been able to pick out himself.  She’d always felt there had to be more to his stubbornness, though she’d probably never get her answer now. Still, she couldn’t seem to look away from them, feeling her heart flip-flop when she caught sight of the tic-tac-toe grid scrawled on one of the outsoles. They’d played to pass the time one lazy summer afternoon, and there was a smear of ink in place of the final X; she’d distracted Adrien with kisses to keep him from adding it. They’d been so happy.  But neither of them had won, in the end. 
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dragon-giggles · 7 months ago
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tired guy
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eryiel · 7 months ago
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when you find her in the future
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simphic · 6 months ago
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platypusisnotonfire · 2 days ago
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I just found a draft of a WIP I totally forgot I was writing when I was a teenager and it is digging its claws into me
This book is really barely more than Strong Vibes but it had a character that was raised in a more intense and even more soulless version of the peacekeepers in Farscape, like military society, kids trained from basically birth, don’t know their families, but now with Even More Brainwashing and Creepy Cultlike Stuff.
Character doesn’t even have a name or permanent numerical designation, the absolutely only identifying thing they have is a chip in their wrist that is only readable by computers and is used when assigning missions. On every mission you get a different designation number or code name. They are stripped SO completely of any sense of identity.
Character never been on a planet, never even was taught about planets in schooling or taught what a family is or anything even academically. Has no concept of gender because reproduction is completely done in a lab and no biology of any type is ever taught to the grunt soldiers.
Additionally: never heard music.
Turns out they are an absolute musical prodigy the SECOND they are introduced to music
Like off the charts August rush nonsense.
Then proceeds to have crisis after crisis about that because if I wasn’t taught this then it must be heresy, but how could anything so perfect and beautiful not be from god
#I’m certainly not going to finish writing this book but by god I wish someone would#I want to read this story#Vi isn’t even like the main character it’s very much an ensemble cast#but man that whole story line is GRIPPING me#I want to know how their life progresses#also actually READING the draft itself is so painful my teenage writing was SO BAD#but like I remember what I was picturing and conceptualizing at the time and that hypothetical scene is what I get playing in my head#despite the very cringe writing#it’s the Vibes man#there are SO MANY VIBES#I have a lot of visual sets and musical pieces and emotional beats flowing in my head about it#not a lot of words#why am I a writer#like literally fr fr why did writing become my main art form that I’m freaking compelled to do#when 98% of my ideas are visual and music#and I have no idea how to translate that to words#I started writing before I could physically WRITE.#I made little books when I was like 2 and 3 of pictures I cut out of magazines and pasted into paper and stapled together#in some order that my toddler brain understood to be a narrative#like literally why did I gravitate to writing books when words are my least skillful area#maybe because making a tv series is what I’m designed for but don’t have the budget for lol 😂#probably why exodus terminal is my longest running and most likely to be completed project#I’ve written close to a million words in Exodus (most of them not linearly connected)#whereas my MOST completed other work was 50k#most books I’ve started get something like 3k-10k total words#spread over like 5-20 disconnected scenes#before I lose motivation#writing a book series paced like a tv series is really where I’m finally getting traction#also building the exodus terminal video game is getting those Visual Art energies out of my body when I don’t have Word Energy
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clumsyraccoon · 13 days ago
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I
am
WRITING!
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the-original-skipps · 1 month ago
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should I open my ask box? 🤔
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furiarossa · 2 months ago
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Writing a romance novel based on Maddie and Vlad? Yeah, it's going pretty well, thank you.
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aphel1on · 7 months ago
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writing proper xue yang pov for the first time this entire year and delighted to find it is just as fun as the last time. something about him just makes the words fly from the keyboard. i missed my horrible boy
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