#*waves*

[wyverncult]

WIP // DEATH OF GOD'S WILL

[tapakah0]

Training with Master Michelangelo

@celestialrose3 , *bows*

[resurrection-trait]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖔 𝕸𝖊 𝕭𝖞 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕻𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 . . .

[peculiarmarsu]

Wanted to have some dip pen practice, found out the ink bleeds when colouring over with Copics ;u; Wondered if the paper was to blame, but now that I think of it I probs hadn't tried colouring over with Copics before to find this trait out, only watercolours. Augh.

[joz-yyh]

Greatest Show-woman Lineart 🎲✨

[tuneless]

NO SPOILERS

Just finished Deltarune…

I’m seriously worried that I just saw peak fiction. LIKE THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. I was thinking a week ago “I have no idea how they’ll top chapter 2! That was so good!” Toby then proceeded to hit me with 57 consecutive slaps to the face, each delivering a new type of pain.

I now have the genuine fear that no fiction can ever top this. Like literally cannot express how much joy I just got from the last 2 days of my life.

But that’s probably just the 3 years and 8 months of waiting talking rn!

If you like games where you’ll be screaming at the screen for 20 minutes, this is for you!

Also still insane to me that SOTM is just a few days away! I’m actually really upset cuz I don’t know if my brain can handle 2 BELOVED SERIES GETING HUGE RELEASES BACK TO BACK. and also a bit worried that I won’t like it as much a deltarune :(

Anyways! Even though it’s getting dark out, the DELTARUNE still shines brighter than ever!

(also I’ll be back to semi-normal posting now! with a bit of delta posting sprinkled in once the spoiler gates have been lifted)

[ivymarquis]

I had a thot(tm) and can’t decide if I want her to just sleep with Price or make it a team effort and have the whole 141 involved

“What would you do if you found out I cheated on you?” Her (unbeknownst to either of them) soon-to-be ex boyfriend asks.

She blinks, already deciding she doesn’t particularly like this question.

“I dunno. Probably fuck your chain of command.” If he was stupid enough to try and get his lick in, she would get hers back.

But he isn’t a stupid man, and she is content that this is just a random question in the same vein as asking him if he’d love her if she was a worm.

It’s a smartass answer to what she foolishly assumes is a tongue-in-cheek question. Who the fuck asks something like that and is serious about it?

Much like she doesn’t like the question, he does not like the answer.

Rather than rolling with it like she did, his reaction is immediate. “Is that really fucking necessary? Glad to know I’m with a class act.” The question snaps harshly at her.

Hm. Well, things have been too peaceful for too long lately, haven’t they? She supposes they’re overdue for a blow up.

There’s a part of her that realizes it’s not good that she’s so ambivalent about this. She should care, in some direction, that her boyfriend is blowing up at her. She should either be pissed beyond all belief that he’s mad about a situation he fabricated, or be sad that he’s mad at her. Something.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” is all she says before standing up. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed,” I’m not dealing with your shit tonight is the part she doesn’t say out loud.

“Fuck you, I don’t have to deal with this.” He snaps at her, jerking to his feet and hurrying out the door.

Why the fuck does she deal with him, again?

Really she shouldn’t be surprised when a few days later she finds an open condom wrapper mixed in with the laundry. Which, considering she hasn’t slept with him in over a week, pretty much solidifies that he’s a cheating prick.

Okay. Fine. He can’t say she didn’t warn him.

[objectconfessions]

[vitalicion]

Crazy? I was crazy once.

[@bloodmoon-da-idiot hi is meh]

They locked me in a room.

[wrenthewrenbird]

Made a few writing memes cuz why not

That's the post :>

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

CODE FUCKING RED:

CHAN HAS A TUMBLR CHAN HAS A TUMBLR CHAN HAS A TUMBLR

ABORT ABORT ABORT

[eldritchdemonfox]

Lmao I just found a pony town friend’s tumblr blog on accident lol

[mashias]

DFFOO: MINWU

[sophsun1]

there's so many different blogs combing through my gif history and is this what it's like to be famous ✨🥰✨

[s-ephiroth]

pressing love petals between pages (part 2)

Sephgeal Week || Day 6 - Memory

Sephiroth muses about the past and makes an important decision

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Sephiroth considers the little framed daisy on his desk with a little ache in his chest, wondering what he did wrong… What could have possibly gone wrong, because obviously it has to be his fault for falling into the trap of having a little hope that he could keep a piece of happiness in his life larger than faded echoes in little frames or still hidden away from the world in between the pages of his heart.

He couldn’t bring himself to go to Banora. Postponed it until he had to pass on the mission to someone else, burdening others with problems he knew he was supposed to solve.

But he couldn’t, in his weakness.

Every time he unlocks his phone, he braces himself for the pain, unable to change the wallpaper; unable to do anything but face the static image in front of him and take in those blue eyes, always shining brightly with life in a way that is contagious to him. In a way that would whisk him away to somewhat “useless” missions, even though he knows, deep inside, that he isn’t meant for the softness that was once given to him.

He’s meant to be Shinra’s killing machine and nothing more.

(Not meant to go on softer outings, gentler excuses of missions, during which he would only pretend to look at the sights, only to gaze fondly at Angeal, instead.)

Shinra wants him to go out there and put his sword to the chest or throat of the two people he cherishes the most, and… do what must be done.

(No use for conversation, for hushed whispers in the dark while a warm hand runs through his hair in soothing, slow motions.)

He regards the daisy with a blurry view of its gentle white petals, too avoidant of the tears.

This was once in my hair. When you were here.

Light bounces from the ring in his finger to the glass keeping a memory caged, as he brings the frame closer to himself; as he remembers choosing something to keep the flower in, considering the color of his desk just to be sure it would be discreet. That no one would ask invasive questions and take this away from him, somehow.

He’s supposed to fill in paperwork for a mission that he’s dreading going to, on a place he’s been to, before.

Soft, colorful light cast upon the two of them, upon the snow and through it, as the sky rained frosty tears. All the way to the north like that and during the nighttime, no less, the cold was brutal enough that they needed to bundle up, their usual uniforms absent in exchange for more practical attire.

He said something about the sky looking really nice there, while adorned in lovely pinks and playful magentas and a green that, he joked for the rest of that trip, could maybe rival that of Sephiroth’s eyes a little bit. Maybe a close second.

Sephiroth was just barely paying attention to any of those words, sticking more to the sound of them, to the way they were said; to entwined fingers without the risk of any ill meaning cameras catching them.

“Yes, it’s a really nice sky.”

But it wasn’t the sky that he was looking at as he said it, rather the way those lights played against Angeal’s cheekbone, as if they wanted to place a kiss there but didn’t have the lips to do so.

His pen hesitates a lot when filling in the mission details; what’s the point of Modeoheim if he’s not supposed to go there to bask in the utter radiance of Angeal underneath the lights? Why should he go there, if it’s only to stab his own heart?

Why, oh, why are these kinds of missions still offered to him when the whole company seems to know he would only be a liability, emotionally compromised as he is?

He considers handing yet another mission over to Zack.

It’s unfair to him, but maybe Zack could still do it. Zack wouldn’t be so avoidant, because he was just like him in his youth, and he would press on. He would try his hardest and, if all failed, at least Zack would bounce back. Changed forever by the intensity of that possible loss, never to forgive Sephiroth for it if he learns of it, but at least he would come out of it without the kinds of memories Sephiroth carried deep inside.

And yet, Sephiroth feels too guilty about it.

Shinra would expect him to push the emotion down, sweep it under the rug and pretend he feels nothing of it. Pretend it doesn’t devastate him completely.

The pen hovers over the paper. He’s allowed to make a choice here, a rare thing. It feels odd to have the option, not to be simply forced to go there and face this whole… issue between them; almost forbidden, like stolen little moments in between missions that he’s not supposed to have. Almost like… a punishment for having those brief encounters in tents and training rooms alike.

There’s a little framed flower on his desk because, as tough as Shinra tries to sell his image, resilient enough as he is to endure so much, Angeal still compared him to pretty little things.

His heart aches too much at the thought.

Banora burned down to the ground a long time ago, postponed into forgetfulness. Not even a reactor in the area to be worthy of news, of a tale or two. Not even a single effort in trying to rebuild anything.

“Oh, no. Even with the apples, it doesn’t snow like this back home,” Angeal said when he asked about it, “but the stars aren’t so bad at night either. You know what? You should visit. I should take you there, some day.”

“Maybe pick a mission in the Mideel area. It wouldn’t be so suspicious that way.”

Sephiroth writes his own name down on the paper.

If he’s to crumble down in front of Angeal like a fragile little thing, then so be it; that wouldn’t be anything new between the two of them, anyway. If Angeal’s to wilt away, Sephiroth would much prefer to at least be able to hold his hand, whether that takes him along or not.

Even if it means having to abandon Shinra.