#broken horizon

[spearxwind]

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.... As you know, the top of the top fights happen here. The gladiators that have made it to the top will fight to usurp or maintain these titles. Look at the roster, place your bets, let the most vicious bastard win, and as always, WELCOME TO THE MIRIN DRAGON ARENA."

[slate021]

Skies Local Group

[ponder-the-orb]

Minutes pass, maybe an eternity, she can’t be sure. When she finally raises her head, his flat smile has returned. “With that I’m afraid my spell is waning. Is there anything else I can do for you before I blink out of existence?”

Ciri stumbles to her feet. “Wait wait wait. Don’t leave, not again— please.” She won’t let go, not of the very last breath of him in this world.

“I apologise, but there’s nothing left on this plane able to maintain this spell.”

She stops directly in front of him, willing the blank mirrors of his eyes to actually look at her. It’s magic borne of Gale’s mind, woven by his hands, something so effortlessly brilliant and naively cruel she can almost feel his fingerprints pressed into light.

“Alright. You’re not him, but he made you, he’s part of you so you must know something. I know I always hated you telling me what to do but, just this once, you can. Please. I’ve tried everything and it’s not enough. I’m not…” she sucks in a breath. It claws its way down, sharp as broken glass. “I’m not you. So go on, tell me how to bring you home, bring you back to me. Because I’m just. So. Tired, Gale.” She reaches out, desperate to touch him, to stroke the warmth of that skin that she can’t recall outside of her dreams.

“Please tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

She passes straight through, the ghost of his cheek swirling like a handful of stars around each finger. She clings to the air, shaking, until he slowly inclines his head down, just enough to finally take all of her in.

“Live, Ciri. Just live,” he whispers, before closing his eyes and shattering into a thousand tiny lights. She stands frozen, watching each one fade into nothing around her.

And then she too finally breaks.

This absolutely STUNNING artwork is by @kalidels for my fic Broken Horizons. I’ve been staring at it for six hours now.

[the-woman-upstairs]

It’s just…so painful to watch Armand readily submit in order to obtain the love he so desperately craves. And while it’s most assuredly a manipulative tactic, it’s still one borne out of fear and desperation. He cannot lose this person he’s come to love and so will become whatever they want, do whatever they want just so they’ll stay with him. But it won’t be enough. No matter how much he acquiesces or seeks to control (himself, others, the environment), he won’t be able to make Louis stay with him in the perfect life, perfect self he built in the hopes of finally being loved. It will all crumble with Armand left alone in the rubble of what he created, the author of his own abandonment.

[i-lavabean]

"I look forward to seeing the Sky Clan's colors in the Arena."

[ruthion]

[owlarchivist]

I HOPE EVERYONE'S BEEN HAVING A GREAT PRIDE MONTH...

SHOUT-OUT TO THE GAYS!!!!

[robo-dino-puppy]

sun-soaked fields

[gangrel-pride]

Me walking around Devil’s Thirst looking at the dilapidated buildings:

Every scrapper on a three-mile radius:

[vantage36]

Ash missing her wife

[spearxwind]

The concept of adoption must not be well known

[slate021]

Broken Horizon

[ponder-the-orb]

WIP Wednesday: Choose Me

Dragon age hasn't cut into all my editing time so here's a sneak peak at the next interlude of Broken Horizons: ***

‘Even if we were to find another way, perhaps this is the right way. The end that fate wishes for me.’

Gale’s words curdle inside Ciri. She tries to forget them, focussing instead on the sea of light drifting above her. She’d thought the Shadow Curse impenetrable, every glint of her fire eaten by the darkness if it strayed too far from her palm, but tonight she stands unharmed within it, the evil veiled behind a painting of colours and stars– a magic just for her. For them.

‘This might be my last night alive. I wanted to spend it under a canopy of beauty and wonder. And with company to match.’

Her lip bleeds as she bites it. They were such soft words, sweet words, drenched in ardour like he could dull the razor’s edge of his decision if his tone was gentle enough. Perhaps what stings that most is that it worked. Her protest had been lost to the kiss that followed, then again when he’d sunk to his knees in front of her and slowly worked his hands under the edge of her robe.

She shivers slightly as he cups her bare calf and pulls it free. His fingers work quickly to unlace one boot, then the other, trails of warmth flushing under her skin as they map a path back up her legs. Dozens of times she’d found herself studying those hands of late. She’d made a memory of the way he moulded the weave between his fingers, summoning miracles on the battlefield and in her heart with such deadly precision. Sometimes she’d find herself wondering if it was the same way he would touch a lover. And sometimes, when the shadows grew long and the evenings cold in her tent, she would wonder again and again atop her bedroll until she was coming fast, her wet gasp caught in the palm pressed over her lips.

A hand slides under the bend of her knee and gently urges it forward. He pauses there, his thumb tracing a soft pattern over the skin before his lips follow. Her breath wavers like a hummingbird's wing as he shifts higher, pressing a firmer kiss to the plush of her inner thigh.

Her hands find his head.

There’s nothing rueful about the way his eyes catch hers, no hint of the death warrant all but signed by his goddess as he nips the skin, then rubs there with his cheek until it blooms a rosier pink. She wants nothing more than to lose herself in that look, in the blush dusting his nose and the heat smouldering like burnt almonds in his eyes. She tugs his hair, bathes in the answering gasp but can’t loosen her grip on his words. 

He’s choosing to die. He loves her and he’s choosing to die. She can fight until she’s bloody and burned, until the fire within her has all but withered into ash– and he’s still choosing to die.

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Yes I have now written that exact romance scene three times. No I don't think it will be the last.

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[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPTOBER day 10:

Prompt: "Stranded"

Horizon Line (2020)

[sobersonder]

Animal Crossing AU

I was thinking to call this AU "Less of a Nook, Double the Crooks" where the main thing is Tom Nook and Redd's beef never happened and Tom eventually became just like Redd. The two owns a shop in the black market together. Nothing matters to them except for bells and their loyalty to eachother. And yes, the tanuki and the fox still fight like an old married couple.

Due to this, Tom never adopted Timmy and Tommy. The twins were adopted by the Able Sisters instead. (Will be explaining further down below.)

Lyle was still once an insurance scammer who worked with the kitsune and tanuki duo but now owns the Happy Home Academy by himself. Without Tom, there is now a deadline/due day of rent, everyday of each playthrough [the player] needs to pay 15k bells.

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Additional Fun Facts:

⚜️ Sable didn't liked the idea of adopting the two tanukis since they remind her of Tom so much and she knows they'll struggle to feed more mouths in one roof, but Mable kept insisting.

⚜️ Timmy and Tommy would still have the shop called "Nukkling Junction". The spelling is changed because of not being adopted by Tom.

⚜️ Timmy and Tommy, fell asleep on a fruit truck when they were desperate to find food in the city that went into Tom's home town.

⚜️ Redd tried to scam Brewster, failed because of Blathers... And then Tom successfully scammed Blathers (The quote "If a kitsune has 7 tricks, a tanuki has 8" is very much prevalent.)

⚜️ Tom does sell furniture.

➥ The trick here is that occasionally you would receive fake furniture that would be just a pile of leaves. You'd only know if the item is fake by placing it in your house, leave the room where you put it, then go back to see the said pile of leaves.

➥ I still have a few ideas but those are still uncertain.

⚜️ I do headcanon that Joan is Tom's parental figure (I'm a Wild World user lmao). And when Joan saw what Tom had become she was devastated and disappointed! She very much blames Redd on this one

Edit:

⚜️ Pugsly is the one who will replace Tom Nook in the Resident Services. He will be there along side his sister because I want to give him the love that he deserves.

⚜️ Timmy and Tommy are older than their classic counter parts, they're around their teen years so to say. Even though their ages were not specified, their appearance would have some differences like they would be more taller, a little more chubbier since modern depiction of the tanuki yokai are usually fat (but hey, this is my hc for them!), etc.

⚜️ Tom does not know for the life of him to remember which is which with Timmy and Tommy. He kept confusing one over the other.

⚜️ Though, the twins still crave to have a parent figure that's the same species as them, they're still overall grateful for the Able Sisters taking them in

⚜️ Redd and Tom have the biggest beef with Lyle and to me it would just be so funny. Iykyk

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{Note: I don't really know if this AU has already been done with all of these concepts. This is just made for fun but if the name has been taken already, then I'm willing to change it :]]. If there's an AU similar to this, please send it to me because I wanna see it because I'm starving for more AC content. Again, this is just for fun I'd kill myself from cringe if I accidentally mischaracterized them 😭}

{I'll add more info if I remember or thought of!}

[jowiththeflow]

Izuku’s winter costume from Beyond the Broken Horizon.

I kept forgetting all the scars I gave him and I had to keep going back and adding them asdf;lkj