#sundered hearts

[alphamecha-mkii]

Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith - CR70 Class Corvette, The Sundered Heart

[sealrock]

saw this template going around and decided to throw this together: behold my 2024 gpose wrapped! december isn't over yet but I'm pretty sure this is the best gpose I'll make before the year ends

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2023 version

[inkedcitruses]

My only contribution to shadowpeaches is drawing a lover child cuz i was bored so i redrew him again

His name is Sunder btw

[dreadbornesaint]

tag dump - verses

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

Talking and Reading a Book Together

requested by @belorage Have these two in a situation that is not as rare as you think it should be. Little written piece below the cut

“Hey Hades! What are you reading!”

Hades jumps looking up to see his younger cousin sliding down the rock he had hoped would give him some peace. “Where did you come from!? I thought you had studies for another hour?”

Deimos stops once he’s eye level with Hades, legs kicking up behind him, “Hmm I do but….,” his hands scrape against the boulder, Hades eyeing his precarious position, “it’s just boring! I already read through the text and I have been denied getting the next one at the library.”

“So you’re hoping that I will get it for you?” His cousin reaches down for a better grip, legs ever moving him from the rock, “And do be careful, if you get hurt-.”

“Ohhh! You’re reading on the role Tragedy has within storytelling. What has you looking into that? Did they assign an old play of Altima’s? Or did you finally make it to music history? Hythlodaeus told me your lessons would be touching on the opera soon, did that happen yet? What even is an opera, Hades? Are you gonna explain it to me later?” With each question Deimos slides ever closer and his balance starting wane, Hades preparing to catch him.

The questions stop and Deimos lets out a yelp as a hand slides off completely and his bent legs propel him in an arc towards Hades. Seeing no way to reverse, Deimos leans into the flip landing in Hades’ lap with a dull thud and a sharp exhale from the older boy. Hades winces as one of Deimos’ legs hits his arm and the other finds a resting place on his shoulder. His other hand reaches up briefly to stop Deimos’ head from striking the rock, eyes narrowing as he looks him over. “You need to learn to not be so reckless, brother, because it won’t be your head when you get hurt. I will be made to answer for your reckless nature and I can’t afford to-.” He looks down when Deimos proves to be too quiet.

As if the two weren’t in a tangled mess does he find Deimos reading the book, eyes unfocused to the rest of the world. He watches a moment seeing the lines of curiosity start form on Deimos’ face letting out a long and exasperated sigh. Not even a heart beat later Deimos begins to ask questions, Hades preparing himself to answer them all.

Hades moves to point something out, deliberately putting his arm between him and Deimos, making the young boy turn awkwardly to avoid an elbow to the eye, while straining his neck to look up at Hades enraptured by his lesson. A small price to pay to play the one game the two always had since they were dumped on one another when their parents enjoyed the family get together, and while Hades claims denial, Deimos will always know the truth that their back and forth of questions and answers is the two's favorite game.

[galpalaven]

Ah yes going to bed early not to necessarily sleep but get cozy and hallucinate fanfic until I pass out

[leori-the-unlearned]

the way digimon does conflict/drama between two characters who should be or are close: chef’s kiss <3

the way sonic idw handles creating conflict/drama between two characters who should be or are close: *wilting flower*

[grayrazor]

One funny consequence of the official dimensions for pretty much every Star Wars ship being so off is that ILM apparently used those wonky TTRPG proportions instead of just going into the vault and looking at the actual model, and so the Tantive IV in Revenge of the Sith is like a chibi superdeformed version.

I guess maybe the ship hit puberty between episodes III and IV?

[echthr0s]

man. the cumulative "came back 'wrong'"-ness of the First and Ultima Thule. the way having Light crack your soul open (the way a man you love is finding his own light) and then having the avatar of Despair crack it open the rest of the way (the way a man you love is facing his own despair) fundamentally reshapes you and those relationships. people who did not walk these roads with you only see that you came back sharper, rawer, more intense. more you.

the fact that you can devour and then summon primals, can negotiate with death itself, can bring a man to tears with a simple dance, can host the power of the very Will of the Star... these things were so casually overlooked before. but now they see. you are powerful beyond measure, beyond belief, and it is only by sheer grace that you are not the archvillain of their story.

primals simply refuse to be summoned anymore (unless they are newly-created) because they fear being so viscerally and spiritually unmade. the former Scourge of Garlemald is as putty in your hands; the former Scourge of Doma is nearly such. your aetheric/dynamic resonance causes aetherometers to shatter in their wielders' hands. the dragons sing of you, and will sing of you for eternity. functionally, the Will of the Star is you now.

in the beginning, you'd told them what you were -- the Heart of Darkness. they did not believe you. they believe you now.

[curiosity-killed]

i know it’s not wipwed but i am having feelings abt my two oldest* OCs okay

“If you mean to say that I am a poor judge of character, there is no need to waste breath,” he said, stiff.

She huffed out a breath and then turned, sitting on her hip to reach out with the hand not holding her staff. Catching his hand, she tugged it from his elbow, and he scowled at her, trying to pull out of her grip. She curled her fingers into his palm and held tight.

“Someone always has to leave first,” she said, squeezing once, “and it was never going to be you.”

He looked away, throat suddenly thick. She was wrong. Valyn would never have gone to such lengths, would never have— If he wanted the throne, why had he never asked? Callebero had never held back from giving him all that he could: his company, his favor, his support in all matters. What was a crown in comparison to such things?

His breath hiccupped, stuttering in his chest.

“Oh, abja,” Malia said. “Little brother. Come here.”

With the hand still clutching his, she pulled him close, and he turned to her, hiding in her embrace. He was too tall and they were both too old to be sitting in the dirt like this, but Malia wrapped her arm around his shoulders and held him close. One hand soothed up and down his spine as if he was a little child, and the other held tight to his.

[thatawkwardlittlefangirl]

Seven Devils by @sunder-soul is the most recent one I've read like this; it's just... too good for words

Do you ever read a fanfic that is just so good it just sticks with you into days or even weeks after you’ve read it. Like you could be sitting in class or alone in your room and suddenly you’re just like, wow, that was a really good fanfic. Like it was really good.  

[alphamecha-mkii]

[tellthemhowihopetheyshouted]

handcuffed to the spell of a sunder

[sarastuss-a]

the "you came." "you called." trope with sarastus is something so important to me.

[iheartmorrowind]

AHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO COOL IM CRYING

Depeche Mode - Broken

[starsdeath]

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy . (Dimitri and shez. I was checking that ship bias Winkle wonkle~)

Shez knew how to wield a sword, had been practicing with one since before they left their home village (if it could be called practice then, since it was more swinging a stick with the enthusiasm of a child lost in daydreams of adventure), and had made their trade as a merc using one. Using an axe was an entirely different matter, and yet, they decided to pick up the challenge. Fewer ways there were to stay in top form then also expanding your knowledge of other fighting forms, and if they could use a couple axe based tricks with their dual swords, all the better for them in the long run.

Of course, they had to make it even more challenging for themself in asking Dimitri to spar with them while they learned. He always knew how to push them to their limits in a spar, and considering they were in the middle of a war, they figured it would help accelerate their training. It was brutal though, and they hadn't won a single match yet (infuriating, but they were determined to win at least once).

Which is why, when they finally managed to disarm Dimitri and knock him onto his back, they froze is surprise. It took a few seconds before their face split into a bright grin, they slammed their axe point down into the ground, and genuinely jumped in their air with a fist pump for joy. "I did it!" The joy was palpable and rang in the air as they jumped at Dimitri, not really forgetting he was on the ground, but also not truly aware of it, and partially tackling him back down as he was trying to stand. Grabbing his face, they kissed him, their satisfaction in this match practically radiating off of them. "Thank you Dimi, I couldn't have done this without your help." A brief brush of their nose against his, and then they were crawling off to offer him a hand up. "Let's celebrate in the dining hall! Whaddya say?"