#why didn't I put that on the last one?

[moonpie016]

Why is Soul always the most difficult one to design? I don't know. But, he's FINALLY here.

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Looking less human every time I draw it.

THE COLORS. ... Soul's shadow side gave me issues with color, I wanted it to be a darker red, but it didn't work well with the different line art. Soo a deep grey, yay.

And I never really made that side of Soul reminiscent of the actual videos. But it looks nice.

Now you might maybe (or maybe not) wondering what it means by "first to exist". I had a thought, since this is literally a person's inner workings, maybe HMS could exist one by one at certain stages of life. Though, they'd all be close in existence. Sooo Soul would be the first, he is the host after all. And a vessel needs a soul.

And Heart would be second. Why? I don't know if emotions come first, or maybe both Heart and Mind can come at the same time. But guess Mind's the youngest here. Surprising. Anyways.

Soul can basically rip off his tail, yeah. Seen that already. They can also cry a river of static.

If I were to describe Reasons in one way, It'd be an older sibling trying to keep their cool under so much chaos everyday, that they'd eventually become so used to everything happening, that one little issue is the last straw. Loves his siblings, but can get on his nerves.

Everything else from the other posts still happen. Darrell still exists. Companion chicken.

It also has a bit of an identity crisis, how does that work when it's a part of yourself?

Well. It's like a feeling of being lost. Whole can get lost on himself, and in turn, would obviously affect Soul in the process.

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I think I'm done with this... explanation? Idk? But I think that's all.

I hope Heart and Mind are easier to finish.

And I wish this random wall of words cheers you all up.

Yeah it's a character headcanon thing, but even if it is that. I hope this gives you something nice to look at. /gen

Something fun.

Enjoy.

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[goryhorroor]

slasher horror + favorite letterboxd reviews

[bluespiritshonour]

"Not everything's changed" -Mai, Going Home Again

[spiritofpassionfruit]

A–Aventio TGCF idea?? Wherein Civil God Veritas Ratio meets the infamous Ghost King Aventurine during his first mission cuz cuz like— The "live for me" paralels?!? The one who has all the luck partner as well?!? The villain who was actually not the Villain this whole time!?!? The loving humanity a little too much it causes their downfall !?!?!?

Rant AU in the tags proceed with caution

[dengswei]

@asiandramanet creator bingo — parallels

road to high&low (2016) koisenu futari (2022) episode 5 the blood of youth (2022) episode 14 eye love you (2024) episode 2

[coquelicoq]

what i love about the Famous Actor Natori Shuuichi of it all is that...it's not just that he's famous and therefore widely recognizable wherever he goes. like yes that is very funny because he was an exorcist before he became a famous actor, which means he CHOSE, on purpose, a day job that would make it harder to hide his double life/secret identity from the hordes of his adoring public, but it's more than that. it's not just that he's famous, it's that he's famous specifically for being an ACTOR, aka a person whose job it is to dissimulate, to make believe, to inhabit roles and emotions other than his own. like he decided he was going to become as visible as possible (which again was literally not necessary! he could have gone into any other career for his day job!!) but in such a way that everyone would see him but no one would see him - they would just see his various made-up personas, including the Famous Actor Natori Shuuichi persona. i can't decide if he's a genius or if he just made so many absurd decisions that they canceled each other out and circled back around to working out. he's either playing 9-dimensional chess or he's eating the pieces. too soon to say.

[paimonial-rage]

what are they like in a relationship? For diluc

do you have headcanons about them? for xiao

[Character Analysis Ask Meme]

What is Diluc like in a relationship?

The day you found out his feelings, he didn’t approach the matter like most men in Mondstadt. He didn’t smile, nor did he meet your gaze. If you had to be honest with yourself, it seemed as if he wanted to be anywhere but here with you. Yet even with his stiff expression, he asked if you would meet him on the veranda privately. There, with the sun setting from behind and a slight dusting of red upon his cheeks, he then requested permission to court you. 

It doesn’t take you very long to notice how awkward he is in his courtship of you. Whenever you walk side by side, he always keeps a respectable distance. He does not reach for your hand, nor does he hold you close. Still, you can’t deny he’s earnest. Every meeting greets you with a bouquet of flowers. Every parting leaves you with a kiss upon your hand. 

It takes you a bit longer to see through his cold exterior. How his frowns when you speak are only in frustration due to not knowing how to respond in a way that’ll make you smile. How his eyes tend to follow you when he thinks you are not looking. How he turns away to hide his smiles when you do something that warms his heart. 

You come to the conclusion that even though he left his past behind him, he is a knight through and through. Never having been in a relationship before, he lets propriety dictate the way he acts toward you. It’s so incredibly stiff and awkward, you can’t deny that. And yet, when you look in his eyes, all you can feel is warmth. 

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Xiao Headcanons

Self-focused

Though many of the workers at the Wangshu Inn attempt to create a calming atmosphere for Xiao, there’s nothing he hates more than silence. Many people would not expect it with the young adeptus, introverted as he is. How would they know that the worst times of his life were spent struggling to survive on his own? And the best? When he closes his eyes, he can still hear them—the melodious voice of Sister Bonanus, the loud and rambunctious teasing of Brother Bosacius—his family. Sometimes, on the worst nights, he finds himself drawn to the edges of Liyue Harbor to let the sounds of life and living draw him to sleep.

Relationship-focused

Though you may have realized it before entering into a relationship with him, it only becomes even more noticeable after that Xiao isn’t one to express his needs. Oftentimes, it’s only until after he’s fully withdrawn himself that you realize something may have happened that caused him undue stress. It takes you time to realize that it’s not because he’s upset with you or that he doesn’t trust you; it’s simply that he does not wish to inconvenience you with his problems. It’ll take time and patience before he feels truly comfortable relying on you during his weakest moments.

[restinpeacesensei]

traditional style 💖

[fisheito]

So I was looking at waiter Yakumo and noticed that he had wavy hair. His hair straight normally so who was the one who curled his hair? DOES KLEIN EVEN HAVE CURLING IRONS???? Anyways all of this is to say please imagine Eiden helping Yakumo get ready and that involves putting those old timey curlers in Yakumo's hair before he went to bed so he can have curls the next morning

uhdisomFINMF u are making me IMAGINE!!!!!! yakumo about to apply for the job and wondering if he should present himself a certain way eiden going ;))) you look sexy with your hair pushed back ;))) (but before yakumo can stutter out his embarrassment) eiden gives him the very encouraging "but for real i think you look great as you are!! <3" then aster crashes onto the scene and announces that he will not have his servants treasured colleagues looking anything less than PEAK presentable!!!!! *whips out the old timey pink hair curlers*

[msommers]

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mc & band for @infamous-if [templates]  [psd]

[moe-broey]

Fellas can you take this somewhere else. Maybe. Just not in the fucking halls. Thanks 🫡

I couldn't resist drawing out these tags I wrote on a dif post LMFAO

Moe just has...... SO many problems.......

Close-ups of my fave shots!

The elusive Líf...

[starsxinxthexbluexsky]

Wei Wuxian + Crying

"Can someone tell me... what I'm supposed to do now?"

[debellatis]

Tag Game - Show Yourself As:

Tagged by @gabessquishytum <3 Thanks for remembering me

Tagging @samsalami66, @pluckyyoungdonna, @ghostboyjules, @babbleismysuperpower and @lost-and-cursed for this one ✌️😗

[front-facing-pokemon]

[welcometoteyvat]

not so live reaction to ga-ming gameplay video leaks

GOD!!!!!!!!!! i swear i dont think they've made a 4* with so much love and thought since like. probably yun jin. i think most ppl are stunned but like MAN. his idles???? the 10 sec of fully animated lion dance? it changes color and instantly reminds me of hong kong neon lights (his burst too tbh)?? THE BACKGROUND DRUMS IN HIS IDLE???? you can see in his normal attack sequence a very short plum blossom pole pops up and he steps on it, and like AAA idk. his animations. :') they really put so much effort into him I wouldn't be surprised if we got an entire yun jin opera animation w him too.

have more to say about how people weren't super happy about the removal of the white elements in his design, from the concept art, but i think the more i look at his design—he has a real/modern style name, is youthful, has neon effects, lively animation, everything matches up to create a very young adult character, a lot more modern than some of the liyue designs, it's nice. it's a cohesive design that actually hints at what his personality is like and what he does and that's a success i think.

there was a bilibili comment wayyy early on (before this leak flood), reacting to the disappointment about his leaked final design, basically saying, "lion dance is still a job, he probably wouldn't wear his uniform all the time even when off duty, and that's why his design seems to have less lion dance elements and looks more casual" etc. looking at ga-ming now that everything's released via leaks, this was def what they were going for. like you can tell that he's a vanguard, that's his full time job, which translates into the primarily black design, but you can also clearly tell he's a lion dancer as a side hustle. idk it's really nice :') i dont have much else to say, besides i think they probably nailed his design as best they could

[partystoragechest]

A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting invites four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this epilogue, the story ends.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Giles' Epilogue. The Baroness' Epilogue. Erridge's Epilogue. Words: 1,490. Rating: all audiences.)

Epilogue

“Arcanist?”

Trevelyan awoke from her academic stupor. The hubbub of the Undercroft, that she’d long since relegated to the back of her mind, returned to focus. Herzt stood beside her.

“What is it, Herzt?” she asked.

“The Inquisitor and Commander have returned.”

Trevelyan leapt from her seat, and tore the apron from her body. Her papers were loosely tossed in Herzt’s direction, and he received them with a characteristic lack of response. Not because he was Tranquil, but because her reaction was entirely expected.

“Give him my be—”

Trevelyan took off running, slaloming through the maelstrom of machinery they called their place of work. She almost barrelled into Dagna, whirling out of the way at the very last moment.

“Cullen’s back, huh?” Dagna chuckled. “Let me know if they found—!”

Trevelyan did not wait to hear the rest of the statement. “Yes, Arcanist!”

She rounded the door and burst up the stairs, blinking through the Fade to get her there ever-faster. The guards in the Great Hall startled when she appeared. Trevelyan threw an apology over her shoulder.

Out of the doors, into the courtyard, and there they were. Gathered by the gates was an adventuring party, freshly-returned from the road. The Inquisitor, Varric, Dorian, Cassandra—and Cullen.

Maker, he did not look well. The journey to the Shrine of Dumat was always bound to be a harrowing one, given what awaited them there. But Leliana had shared their initial report back, sent ahead on the wings of a bird. Somehow, it was worse than expected.

They had gone in search of Samson, leader of Corypheus’ army of Red Templars. What they had found was his laboratory, purposefully destroyed. Everything. Including his assistant, a man Cullen knew. Maddox, a mage from Kirkwall. Tranquil.

Being so confronted with his past clearly weighed on Cullen, for the slump in his shoulders said as much. He’d let his armour become muddied, his stubble grow long. Trevelyan could hardly bear the sight.

“Cullen!” she cried.

It alerted the attentions of the entire group, but she cared little. For he turned, and saw her, and the grief upon his face evaporated into relief.

“Trevelyan.”

They collided like stars. As if millennia had passed since their last touch. Longing had calcified into agony, its only remedy to be held by the other.

“Are you all right?” Trevelyan whispered. He did not speak, but she felt his head shake against her shoulder. “Oh, Maker… I’m here, Cullen. It’s all right. I’m here.”

His fists curled around the fabric of her dress. In naught but a murmur, he asked, “What about you? Are you—?”

“I missed you,” she told him, “that’s all. That’s all.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Whatever for?”

“You warned me not to go.”

Trevelyan sighed. This situation was not for gloating. There was no victory in this.

“I was wrong,” she told him. “You would have regretted it, had you not gone.”

“Forgive me,” he said.

“Don’t. This wasn’t your fault. We know the man responsible for this, and he will answer for it. I promise you.” She cradled his face. “All right?”

He softened at her touch. “All right.”

It soothed her soul, to see his pain so alleviated. Healing him was not spells or runes. It was time and patience, of which she had plenty to give. But his party and their pack-horses lingered nearby. Healing would have to wait.

“There is… something else,” Cullen muttered, glancing towards them.

“What?”

On cue, Dorian and the Inquisitor approached, the latter bearing a strange wooden lockbox.

“Arcanist!” Dorian greeted. “Still trying to cure the Blight?”

“Apparently so,” said Trevelyan, for her most recent gift from Varric had come in the form of a revelation, thanks to his—ahem—lady friend. The strange magical disease afflicting red lyrium was, apparently, nothing new. In fact, it was old. Old and terrible and supposedly impossible to cure. Supposedly.

But never mind that now—she indicated the box. “What is that?”

“Maddox’s tools and notes,” said the Inquisitor. “We were hoping you and Dagna could make sense of them, and find a way to destroy Samson’s armour.”

Her eyes flared. If the reports were true, if Samson had indeed been forging with red lyrium—then that box could hold all the knowledge they needed to actually do something about it. Dagna would want this as soon as possible.

Trevelyan accepted the box with a curtsy. “Thank you, Inquisitor. The Undercroft shall deliver.”

Though she turned to go, her mind falling upon matters of work and war, she made it no more than a few steps. The call of her name halted her departure.

“Arcanist?”

She turned. “Cullen?”

He caught her upon the stairs, and drew her close. His unkempt stubble grazed her skin, as he laid a kiss at the very edge of her cheek, and whispered to her ear:

“Are the stars out tonight?”

She smiled, stroking his hair into place. “For you, Commander? Of course.”

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Trevelyan hadn’t snuck out to see the stars since Cullen left. There was little point, when she could see them well enough from her window, and he was the loveliest part of the view.

But the route remained familiar, and she was in the garden as soon as night fell. A star-filled sky awaited her—as well as Tenbry, who hurried off the moment she gave him the nod. She was left to gaze alone. Until...

“Good evening, your Ladyship.”

That voice made her ears burn. The feeling of his presence singed down her spine.

“Good evening, Commander,” she replied, with a smile.

Cullen came to rest at her side. He was bathed and shaved, looking a little less sorry for himself—in appearance, at least. The same could not be said for his expression.

“Are you well?” she asked. His answer was that of an averted gaze. “Well, I thought I should mention—the Grand Enchanter has organised a funeral for the Ostwick delegation.”

“I’ll be there with you,” he promised.

“Thank you. You know… I could ask for Maddox’s name to be included, if you’d like.”

Cullen shook his head. “No, no—that would be too much of an intrusion.”

“Something quieter, then?” Trevelyan rested a hand upon the stone, in offering. “It could be just us.”

Though reluctant, he took it. “...All right.”

The cold had already settled into his skin. She laid her other hand atop it, to save him from its sting.

“Talk to me, Cullen.”

“I…” Whatever he needed to say, it did not come easy. “What happened has dredged up thoughts that I… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. But, some of them… some of them are about you.”

And that did matter.

“What about me?” she asked.

“I worry that, had we met, back then… that I wouldn’t have known you. That I wouldn’t have cared to.”

Oh, Trevelyan was hardly concerned about that. “You think you would have been able to resist my charms?” she teased.

Cullen shook his head, unaffected. “It’s not that. I worry that I would have disregarded you. Mistrusted you. I could have... hated you.”

Trevelyan smiled. “Oh, you mean like you did when I first arrived at Skyhold? And how did that turn out for you?”

He gave no answer.

“Do you disregard me, or did you not come here with the express purpose of seeing me? Do you hate me, or is that your hand in mine?”

Still no answer.

“I broke you once, Cullen Rutherford,” she threatened, “I could very well do it again.”

A smile cracked his sombre facade. He lifted her hand, and kissed it. “All right.”

Quod erat demonstrandum. There was no mood of his that could not be changed with nothing more than a few sweet, chastising words from her lips.

“Forgive me my worrying.”

“Forgiven,” she told him. “Is that why you held me so tight this morning?”

“That,” he murmured, taking her into his arms, “and I missed you as well.”

He held her no less tightly than before. His yearning had not waned, and nor had hers. Every touch was to be savoured; every kiss, reverently adored.

“I hope that being with me… that this is what you want.”

Oh, Cullen. Though she ought to, Trevelyan could hardly chastise him for this. This was a fear she quite sympathised with.

It was unbearable, to love someone. To know them, to be known. To trust them with your entirety. To place your heart in their hands, and hope they did not snuff it out.

But she sought to love him. He was the kindling to her fire. The sky for her stars. Not the air she breathed or the water that would sate her thirst. There was no requirement. Without him, she would survive.

But her life was happier, and warmer, and brighter with him in it. She chose him. She kept him.

He was everything she wanted.