#been staring at my ff14 character

[gluttonygirls]

should be 700lbs btw

[trashbatistrash]

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[schakira]

things in UI design that i've come to dislike:

- cluttering the screen with information that could have been put in a separate menu. i don't want to be perpetually reminded that i need to Speak with The Lab Owner and Gather 7 remaining Apples. i want to be able to put these sidequests in the back of my mind and forget about them so i don't get carried away by virulent amounts of stress about completion, or letting my screen get cluttered by even more tasks and quests i failed to accomplish

- disorganized inventory that i have to organize myself. i do not like clutter, as one may know, and i don't want to spend several hours neatly organizing my own inventory so i can figure out where such and such things are located. let me organize them at the click of a button, or let me search for them based on categories.

- having everything (health, info, abilities, etc) in all 4 corners of the screen, then having those corners grow more and more with cluttered info. either this game is top heavy, or bottom heavy, but not all at the same time, please. if i can only see the center of my screen, you've practically rendered me and my character blind to the rest of the actual game.

- windows. if i have to manage windows upon windows upon windows... IN MY GAME? i want my menu to take up the entire screen if it must, but dont... dont give me windows.

- i want you to imagine BOTW or TOTK with the UI management of an MMORPG and tell me how atrocious it'd look.

- tell me to spend 1 more minute staring at FF14's user interface and i'll tell you to fuck off

[carcharadroid]

okay dox who's the blorbo tumblr married you to

it took me a good four minutes of staring at my screen like this

to remember that phone background thing I'd reblogged and been vague about in the tags, oops

ANYWAY it is one of the primary villains of a later FF14 expansion who I shamelessly ship my character with

he's a horrible theater kid of a man and I like him a lot

[imperial-nuisance-rudje]

so i’m doing comms for ff14 items/time cards

so if you want discounted headshots/chibis now’s the time

(yes i will do your wol/your ff14 faves)

[kiaranwrath]

Favorite themes to write?

Big mood, @violetlypurple. Alright, time to crack my knuckles and - Conflict: Not everyone's cup of tea, but conflict's essential to me to keep things interesting. Any conflict. Fighting conflict is just that easiest, low hanging fruit, but man vs man, man vs nature, ideology vs ideology. Give me academic debates, give me terse staring matches over who gets the last cookie, give me the occasional feral, visceral blood rage. I love tension. The crushing inevitability of death: Most of my characters have a built in timer. Physical disease, mental disease, magical disease. Anyway. Redemption: The long, hard path of redemption. Whether I'm playing someone looking for redemption or someone looking to offer redemption, it's semi-reoccurring theme. Adventuring: What especially excited and drew me to FF14 Rp is their adventuring set-up. In lore, you actually have four man parties with tank, healer, and two damage dealers. I adore that. I adore adventuring RP. My primary issue is I'm a lore elitist playing a character with high morality and low bullshit tolerance, and that I can only join one FC at a time, else Kiaran would be adventuring nonstop (until inevitably she has to take another 1-2 month break from serious injury, RIP.) Thank you two for the ask! Only tagging the Purple One because you should get you own little notification that a question's been answered, Yrys.

[hannahindie]

Lie to Me

Characters: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,267 Warnings: Alcohol use, vague mention of sexy times. 

A/N: Awhile back, I’d asked for prompt advice and got “Impala” from @adoptdontshoppets. It has taken me seventeen years to finish this, but here it is! I also cheated a little and used a word from my One Word Bingo, because I’m way past any kind of due dates ever, and I make the rules now. The word was glow. Nothing much to be warned about, aside from some insinuated adult situations and the word breast. If you aren’t over 18, maybe don’t read it. You can read like....3/4 it. Don’t read the last paragraph. 

Beta’d by @pinknerdpanda and @amanda-teaches because they are my favorite Amandas and I love them, they are the best. They’ve also been posting some pretty dang good stuff, so when you’re done reading this (if you make it past this stupid long intro), head on over to their blogs. You won’t be disappointed.

I’m going to tag my old tag list, but at this point, I feel like I should probably redo the whole thing. If I have tagged you and you want to stay, you don’t have to say anything. If I’ve tagged you and you’re like, “Why is this weirdo tagging me, I don’t want that crap” then politely let me know you’d no longer like tagged. If you aren’t tagged and would like to be, let me know. I’m going to attempt to write more, especially with this whole everyone is quarantined thing, so when I’m not cleaning, cross stitching, working, or playing FF14, perhaps I’ll be sharing some words with you. 

Neon lights drip down the black sides of the Impala, trapped in cold drops of rain as she rumbles to a stop. The door squeaks open and a pair of booted feet swing out, grinding the wet stones against each other as the boots’ owner stands up. 

There is a pause, brief, almost unnoticeable, before the person shuts the door and hurries into the bar. The lights are dim, dull behind a thin wall of cigarette smoke. It’s one of the last bars that allow smoking indoors, and the patrons are taking advantage of it with the rainy weather.  The way the colored lights above the tiny stage in the corner reflect off the swirling cloud reminds the man of how the traffic lights looked in the fog when he was a kid, laying in the backseat of the very car he arrived here in. 

His glance around the semi-crowded room doesn’t give him the answer he’s looking for, so he sits at the bar, orders a whiskey neat, and gently lays his phone on the scratched wood in front of him. He remembers another time he sat at this bar; but, if he’s honest, most of the bars he has spent his time in look remarkably like this one. He hears pool balls clack against each other, and he smiles to himself as he stands up and motions to the bartender for a beer. He grabs it, tosses some money down, then runs his fingers through his hair. If he’s going to sell it, he has to play the part. 

He saunters over, beer haphazardly dangling from the loose grip he has on the neck, and positions himself so that the guy he has his sights on notices him. The guy finishes the round he’s on, cockily grabs the money off the edge of the table, and waves it a couple times. So, the guy is an asshole. 

Perfect. 

The guy that lost practically throws the stick at him, sore loser, that one, and Dean fumbles the stick slightly before getting a grip on it, giving the winner a sloppy looking grin. He chalks the cue clumsily, nearly missing the tip before tossing the little blue square on the cue rack and nodding to the guy to break. He watches the balls as they spin across the green felt, the sound of them cracking against each other almost comforting, and begins plotting what his next move will be. Right before he sets up his shot, he feels a gentle pressure at his elbow. He looks back and sees the reason he had come to this bar in the first place. 

Y/N. 

She leans forward, and the feeling of her as she presses against his arm is a warmth he hasn’t felt in awhile. She whispers in his ear, a warning that he somehow missed, then steps back. He straightens up and looks at his opponent, then tosses the pool cue back onto the table. He hears the guy curse and without turning around, flips him off, Y/N on his other arm. He isn’t here to hustle, anyway. She leads him to a corner booth, dark except for the beer sign glowing above their heads, and they settle in.

He can’t help but stare at her; she’s gorgeous. She always has been, but the years have been kind, and though there’s still a bit of an edge to her, civilian life has softened it a bit. She talks low, her dimples popping whenever he gets her to laugh. It’s like no time has passed at all. A part of him wishes she had never left; she was good at it, maybe even as good as him. He can just barely see the scar that was the reason for her leaving the hunter life, the moment she realized it was either stay and die or leave and survive. He’d always thought she was braver than him, and the moment she left, he knew he was right. 

A warm touch brings him out of his thoughts and he looks up to see Y/N staring at him. He gives her a sad smile as he realizes what song is playing, and grabs her hand, nodding towards the small dance floor near the jukebox. She follows behind him, settling her head against his shoulder when he finally chooses a spot away from everyone else. The song is almost too fast to be a slow dance, but Dean manages it, gripping her waist tightly as he rests his chin on the top of her head. 

Lie to me And tell me everything is all right Lie to me And tell me that you’ll stay here tonight

He wants her to lie, to tell him she wants to stay with him, at least for tonight. He knows even if it does happen, it will be over in the morning. But feeling her against him like this, their bodies moving in sync as if they had never been apart, well...he’s fine with whatever he can get.

Tell me that you’ll never leave, And I’ll just try to make believe That everything you tell me is true

Lie to me, go ahead and lie to me Lie to me, go ahead and lie to me Lie to me

She looks up at him, and he pulls back slightly. He thinks he could kiss her, knows that he could and get by with it, but is it a good idea? A part of him says no, but the bigger part says that he has nothing to lose. He moves back in, pulling her closer to him until their lips meet. He tells himself that if she doesn’t kiss back, he’s done. He’ll walk away, no harm done, and that will be that. She will head back to whatever guy she’s seeing this time, a safer option than he’ll ever be, and he will find another girl in another bar with low expectations. 

But, she does kiss back. She kisses back just as fervently as he kisses her, and he decides he doesn’t want to walk away. Ending be damned, he’s going to enjoy it while he can. He breaks away long enough to pull her through the crowd and out the door, barely making it to the Impala before their hands are on each other again. 

It doesn’t matter anymore It could never be the way it was before If I can’t hold on to you Leave me something I can hold onto For just a little while won’t you let me be Anyone can see That you love him more than me

This is not the first time this backseat has served a purpose other than strictly travel, and though it is not Dean’s first choice for her, it’s what they have. He knows he doesn’t have much time, so he savors how she looks in the neon lights, the raindrops rolling down the windows casting shadowy rivulets that roll down her smooth curves. 

His rough hands cup her breasts as she moves above him, and he tries to memorize every scar, every freckle, every detail he can. The rain pounding against the car muffles her cries as she falls apart around him, bringing him over the edge with her, and the moment is over. Her eyes close and she nestles into his side, a smile on her face. 

It’s just for tonight, he tells himself. Just for tonight.

But right now, baby, let me pretend That our love will never end Lie to me, go ahead and lie to me

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[inviouswriting]

Original works - Reaper

Something other than FF14. My angel at her work.

Warnings - Character death.

I own the story and Kivera.

Ever since Kivera was thrown into her role as a deathbringer, she has learned the nature of all creatures. She has seen depravity, one such being the person who took her very life. She recalls those memories with narrowed eyes a flit of orange on the outer edges of green. 

She has a scroll of names, one that replenishes itself daily, Kivera skims it daily. Her eyes land on a familiar name to her. Oh how the tides have turned, she sets off to meet this soul she will take.

It was only a few years after her own death, since then Bathory had been seized and kept in a tower where she withers away from lack of eating. The woman was frail, and her mirrors shattered in fragments. Not standing to look at herself anymore.

The Blood Countess gazes out of her window forlorn as time was drawing closer to the end for her. 

“This is a good look for someone so vile.” Elizabeth snaps her head towards the voice. Eyes widening in horror of a seeing a face she had killed herself. Kivera’s mask hung loose at her hip, just on top of a unique skirt in tatters from fires and war. Black and white wings extend out, and in her right hand a scythe. She looked every part of death, while Bathory looked ready to be of death.

“W-what are you doing here? You’re dead!” Kivera narrows her eyes.

“About that, Indeed I am dead, you saw to that by your own hand after I had called you... what was it again? oh right. A hideous monster.” Kivera steps closer, while with what energy Bathory has, she scrambles backwards away from her till her back hits the wall.

“Have mercy on an old woman.” Her words make Kivera cackle manically.

“Mercy!?! On you?! You have got to be joking right? Mercy for a killer, who spent decades spilling the blood of innocent virgins for her spells? Mercy for a woman who beat, bruised and broken so many young girls of their spirits? Mercy... for someone who held blood banquets for nobles to maim and claim other girls however they saw fit? The kind of mercy you showed me as you plucked my eyes out, then strung me up like a steer for slaughter.” Kivera gets closer till her face is mere inches away from her. Bathory gets a good look at the eyes Kivera possesses now.

Vivid crimson red with serpentine slitted eyes bore into her very soul. She even feels her sins and travesties she has committed be reflected to her.

“Should I show you the same mercy.. you showed me as I saw those I cared for die before my eyes. Runa, Minerva, Claire, and my mother?” A hand fists into Bathory’s hair and tugs till she is forced to look up into Kivera’s eyes and hold the stare.

“Why should an ugly monster like you be granted mercy?” Kivera spits out, and lets go of Elizabeth’s hair. Bathory glances up and for the first time in eons since her imprisonment she feels fear. She wasn’t just looking at a creature about to kill her. She saw every single person she had killed reflected in red eyes. The scythe poised over the reaper’s head.

“How fitting an end for you, to be done in by whom you have killed before. Let’s call this one. Retribution served.” Kivera swings her weapon and beheads Bathory in the same manner she has done to others with a order of a sword. Only her blood will not be used for a ritual.

Kivera glowers down and feels an emptiness in her soul. She also feels peace that this person will no longer carry out her rituals. But it is an empty victory for Kivera to take the life of someone so feeble and weak.

“No rest for the wicked. I hope you will enjoy your further punishment in hell. Bathory.” Kivera walks off and fades into a mist. 

For Kivera her work carries on.

[stormsbourne]

recursivecollapse replied to your post: Hi! Here are some things I've been enjoying lately...

Are any of these gay tho. “Longing dramatic stares” and “implied so heavily it couldn’t be ANYTHING else but they never kiss or ever admit it lolol” don’t count.

I mean, is homestuck really that gay anymore

but since you asked

you can date and marry 3 girls if you play fire emblem as a girl, or 1 boy if you play fire emblem as a boy. there are also multiple gay endings for pairing other non-avatar characters together

I am not THERE yet, but I am fairly certain one of the characters in the expanse is canonically bi. there’s also a gay married character in the one I’m on (with a daughter, no less)

there are several characters in ff14 who will flirt with your character and are intended to be read as possibly romantic regardless of your gender (the ones I recall off the top of my head: haurchefant, aymeric, alisaie, the crystal exarch) 

the main character of celeste is confirmed lgbt (including explicitly transfeminine) by the chapter 9 content