ME: praying to the fic gods(authors) for multitudes of aemondxluke prisoner of war fics instead of cannon ..
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The guy in the dream woke me up
ok so first of all i had a dream about tumblr user @/doodlejoltik making a post about a new story event where Rei was present and was analyzing a line of dialogue he said there. also in the cutscene he was in he was accompanied by someone (likely Cyrus) and Palkia, alongside Florian. Tik mentioned that whatever Rei said sounded kinda lesbian and when i was looking at the screenshot of that line i noticed Florian and i screamed so loudly it woke me up. dream me woke the real me up by screaming.
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kokophiiro on twt did a 30 day drawing challenge where they drew hiiro and aira in other units' song event outfits. now, i didn't take part (i cannot draw that quickly and consistently ;;) but i wanted to thank them for all the lovely art they drew! so i drew them a thank you art, and since they've already received it by now, i decided to post it here as well.
go look at their art if you have twt please omg it's so pretty.
their art + alt versions of mine under the cut!
this was my favorite of their arts... noir neige my beloved...
finally, here's the version of my thank you art without chibis, and also the chibis by themselves!
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Vil gazes at Idia across the lunch table on a rare day he convinces him to eat in the cafeteria. His eyes flick to Idia’s mouth, lingering on his tinted lips for a moment before moving to his sharp teeth as he places a bite of something horrendously unhealthy in his mouth.
Idia pauses, now very aware of Vil staring at him. Both his hair and cheeks tint a rather adorable shade of pink as he looks away, doing his best to keep himself together.
Rook watches the pair, enraptured by the abrupt moment of romance before him. Two men with differing beauty, both equally stunning. It's eye candy to watch them interact, albeit silently.
Epel pointedly looks away, dreading joining his dormmates for lunch and not the other first years. He debates leaving at that moment, but he’s sure Vil will say something. He does not want to deal with any confrontation at the moment and he is not sure he’ll be able to hold in a snarky comment.
The moment is suddenly broken, Vil’s eyes flicking back down to his own food. He places a bite of steamed, unseasoned broccoli in his mouth, prompting Idia to quickly shove more food into his face as well.
Rook sighs, dejected by their moment being so short. Alas, if only Idia had the courage to gaze back. Vil could devour him with his eyes alone. He chuckled to himself, drawing an odd look from Epel. Now that would be one beautiful sight.
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thinking about how there’s still not an option in character creation for fantasy ocs to have glasses. Sure ok my tav/durge has good insight and perception but if they are walking around the city in the late afternoon and glance at one of those propaganda posters hanging on the side of a building it sure as hell ain’t enver gortash looking back at them
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*stumbles and falls out of bed* I had a dream just now where I was Courier (stay with me) and I (as Courier) was on a date with Czerny of all people and we were at a farm and watching and feeding baby pigs. I rested my head on Czerny’s back and shoulder and it was legitimately the most comfortable thing I’ve ever felt.
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