#Void Lashes

[pixelfashion]

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[skimmeh]

Stareater Grian doodle, purely cos I wanted to explore the fact I imagine him with feathery white eyelashes (just my usual style does not show that haha)

[magickpancakes]

Void-cat MP :3

[fanvoidkeith]

bonnie: *freaking the fuck out about siffrin bringing up the underlying tension of "all the adults in the party could die" and crying and screaming "i hate you!!!!!" over and over because they're scared of everyone they care about having to die*

siffrin: alright. so they hate me personally. they hate me. they made my favorite food and laugh at my jokes even though they say they don't because they HATE me. okay

[victorygrasped]

Tell me, then, how to share a heart that must ache

Because I feel like it, shares a ficlet I wrote some time ago for my beloved friend for our beautiful AU that we've been ill about for the past months, wherein Ramattra and Hanzo meet at some point after Ramattra leaves the Shambali, but before the formation of Null sector, and the two travel the world together for some time before parting ways due to circumstance

pairings: Left vague, but implications of Ramyatta and Ramzo, with a focus on Hanzo from Ramattra's perspective word count: 1517

A conversation between Ramattra and Zenyatta, taking some time after Null Sector's Invasion, regarding the situation between himself and Hanzo.

The question arrived on the dawn of the spring's equinox. It wouldn’t have surprised him if Zenyatta had chosen the day on purpose. As much as Zenyatta was averse to metaphors, Ramattra knew intimately that the omnic happily indulged in his fair share of poetics. Especially when it was to make a point.

“He is important to you.”

It was said as an observation, not a question. Neither of them required clarification to who the 'him' in question was, and yet Zenyatta deigned to provide one anyway, as silence lingered for moment too long.

“Genji’s brother, Hanzo Shimada.”

“He—”

He doesn’t enjoy that. Shimada.

Ramattra stopped the words from falling out, fingers twitching from where they rested in meditative pose at his need for correction. He hesitated and, briefly, he considered lying. Avoid the topic for fear of what it could entail, return them instead to the idyllic nothings they had been exchanging mere moments ago before the lull in their conversation had given Zenyatta his opening.

He could, the temptation fleeting, yet he knew he wouldn’t. It had only been a matter of time, and he was not fool enough to believe he could hide his heart from Zenyatta. The world? Unquestionably. But not Zenyatta. Never Zenyatta.

Letting out a quiet, resigned, sigh, Ramattra gave the answer they both already knew.

“Yes,” his voice quiet, tinted with static. A confession, “I suppose he is.”

He paused, a moment of contemplation. Part of him felt… uncertain. His trust in Zenyatta ran deep, he knew there was no reason for him to feel so tense. Perhaps it was only natural, It would be the first time he’d been asked such a thing so directly. 

Even between Hanzo and himself, it had all simply... happened. They had never truly discussed the nature of their situation. There had been no need to, when their eyes had been on each other and the horizon before them, ignorant to how each step brought them closer towards cliff's edge.

It was unfamiliar, trying to say with words that which they had only ever said with actions.

“Genji has told me much about Hanzo. Your paths have a number of similarities,” Zenyatta eventually continued as silence stretched, gentle as he could be with his words. An effort Ramattra was grateful for, as much as it sickened him with shame, “And yet... I would not have expected it. Especially considering his attempt on your life.”

That caught his attention. Ramattra's head snapped up away from his hands to meet Zenyatta's gaze.

“How—”

He bit down his words and the tremor of bitterness threatening to encroach into the conversation, if it had been Zenyatta's… student, who told him of such detail. As much as he wished to avoid questioning, the day had been pleasant. He did not wish to ruin it further when he had already ruined so much when it came to Zenyatta.

Ultimately, however the other knew of that particularity held no real importance, and if the need rose, there would be time for to ask later. Letting out a small huff and forcing away the tension that'd spiked within him, Ramattra averted his optics once more, mind turning towards the past instead.

“Make no mistake, it'd hardly been in my expectations, either,” he allowed his tone to go wry, faint trace of amusement finding its way into his words, “It hadn’t occurred to me that it could even be a possibility until long after it had already happened.”

Perhaps that was exactly it had happened. It was such a ludicrous idea, for him to have grown... for him to have found companionship in the human, that Ramattra hadn't been unable to to defend himself from it, the lack of foresight voiding any chance for preparation.

“In hindsight, the transition from him being merely some human, to…” his voice softened without his awareness, laced with unspoken thoughts he himself would fail to understand, “Hanzo, was so unremarkably mundane, it took some time for the significance of it to process.”

More accurately, he had not allowed himself to process it, as if avoiding its mention, avoiding pointing out each time where Hanzo took a step closer and each time where Ramattra had allowed him, would have preserved the peace they'd somehow carved out in an unforgiving world.

It wouldn't have been until much later, as he attempted to rip each trace of it out his chest, did he allow himself to realize how fool he had been.

He had been a fool, yet he knew it could have very well been worse had he dared to bring light it. Like this, they could at least pretend to others it had never happened. Like this, the world could remain ignorant. Like this, Hanzo could be safe.

“You... speak of him with familiarity,” there was hesitation in Zenyatta's words and posture, uncharacteristically uncertain.

Ramattra could hardly blame him. After all, how could Zenyatta know? Zenyatta, who had been there to witness his love for humanity be chewed up, spat out, and stepped on, time after time? Zenyatta, who had been his resentment grow with each day, the only one there who held his hands as they shook from ill contained fury and discord, terrified he might snap within Monastery walls? 

The very notion of Ramattra having possibly found connection with a human... Zenyatta was neither shallow nor a fool, but it was only natural for him to have been surprised at such notion. He knew plenty well just how stubborn Ramattra could be.

And yet, Hanzo... it had all occurred long after Ramattra had left the monastery, unable to bare another day within its walls at the knowledge of his people suffering at human hands. It had all occurred long before he had waged a war, liberation, against humans in desperation to save his people.

All that had happened in between... all that could have been... all that had been...

At the end of the day, it meant nothing. Their paths diverged, as his and Zenyatta's had. It was pointless to ruminate on the past, the thought clawing into his chest in painful insistence.

It mattered not, how guilt and regret may threaten to drown him, so long as they didn't. He had left Zenyatta. He had left Hanzo. Left behind those days where he could have pretended to be something other than what he was in reality, because he could no longer stand to indulge himself as his people relentlessly suffered around him.

It didn't matter how good of a thing it had been. It didn't matter how much he might have missed them. It didn't matter that it had nearly shattered him to be on the other side of the battlefield from them.

It didn't matter how often he had to break his own heart if it was a means to an end. His duty, his fury, his love gave him the strength to continue forwards and that was enough. Ramattra was secondary to his people, those he loved and grieved. It was a truth he could never change.

“You speak of him with familiarity,” Zenyatta repeated, tone quiet, questioning, drawing Ramattra out from his spiraling thoughts, “As he speaks with of you.” 

The thought of Hanzo still caring, for all of the evidence he'd been provided, continued to twist an arrow deep within Ramattra's systems. What could he possibly say to that? He was at a lost for words, something that had begun to grow disconcertingly common.

How could he possibly explain it all to Zenyatta?

That Hanzo had been the only human to meet his gaze without disgust or range and not flinch away, that Ramattra had only ever seen such boldness from Zenyatta before?

That Hanzo's trust had been intoxicating to have, that every time the archer had fallen asleep resting against his chassis, it had burned and left him wanting?

That he had been happy? That through Hanzo's eyes, Ramattra had almost begun to remember why he, for all of its cruelty, had once loved the world he'd been Awakened in? 

That he could have... that they could have...

“We spent some time traveling together,” Ramattra said briefly instead, unable to look at Zenyatta directly, unsure of what the omnic might be reading from his body. 

There would be a day where he could dare to say such foolishness aloud without evisceration. Until then, he knew Zenyatta’s patience, and for once, Ramattra begged for it. Just once, a promise, as broken all his promises had begun to sound. Just this once, and next time, he would be brave.

“I suppose it is only natural for the two of us to learn some things about each other along the way, before…” a falter in his words, a crack in his attempt for nonchalance, “...Before.”

“...What happened?” Zenyatta's tone quiet, as if he did not already know the reason. As if the very same had not happened to him, all those years ago.

Still, Ramattra would humor him with the answer. In this, at least, he required no hesitation.

“I did.”

[theanoninyourinbox]

What if the kin of your kin still happened but Whitewing and Birchfall had all the kittens? The prophecy doesn't explain how many kits will be had though so Squirrel and a happy Bramble have their four cannon children early and Firestar watches them like a hawk only for it not to be any of his grandkits but his great great nephews and nieces. Kindly asking to see the Three as Whitewing and Brichfall's kits with Dove and Ivy in the same litter.

giving them all powers, who's going to stop me, the erins?

holly has super smell powers

jay/aspen has mindwalking still

lion/larch has persuasive speech

ivy has super sight

dove/oak has super hearing

[anxiously-going]

Hey, Google, how do I recovery from deeply ingrained shame?

[starry-ray]

I wish I was Lash Legend/I wish I was Trick Williams

[professionallyhomosexual]

My worldview is so fucking warpable. Not in a fun way either like it's just if someone makes a perfectly valid constructive criticism of something I like I get insecure and can't enjoy that thing the same way ever again.

If I stop playing d&d I am going to. Cause problems on purpose.

[starxxyw]

Big eyes and long lashes subliminal

[meimeikyu]

i love brainrotting about my aus and then literally never talking about them

apparently i have to 'describe them' if i want ppl to hear about them

[tsireyqs]

why are lashes actually the hardest thing ever to put on girl i am fighting for my LIFE

[arthrobug]

Quick Eigan doodle before bed yippee

She -like many others- will be getting a proper redesign herself in the future, and this is a quick doodle to figure out what she could look like! Her head is more cat-like, established toe-beans and claws, and the biggest thing for me personally, is changing the colour of her eyes since my stupid baby arse was somehow simultaneously being stereotypical and not stereotypical when I first designed her and made her eyes blue and faint asdfghjkl (which is a tad funny because I'm basically blind myself; my crappy sight is the last thing I depend on)

Her eyes are more green now, and yes she's heavily based on a Abyssinian!

[bibiana112]

Something about connecting so deeply to the Kurashikis the first time I went through 999 because it was a lonely and rough time™ and I don't wanna elaborate but the story got me to put in even a small bit of everyday mundane effort to get through it and something about now after breaking a cycle of around a decade of bullshit controlling my life and having to scramble for what I'm even supposed to be without that looming over my head and being immediately drawn to narratives that have a dubiously immortal lady that is actually just a queer neurodivergent girl with so much more other than that going on that they bury themselves within layers and layers of abstraction until they become vessels of the very concepts that oppress and haunt them while nearly everyone around them sees them as/tries reducing them to objects of desire with no will of their own immediately after running out of ze games to revisit is pretty telling of where I'm at right now

[flaynbestgirl]

i think my final thoughts on why i find cf so uncomfortable to play is partly down to ed-lgard's phrasing of things, partly the way she talks about the war as if it just "happened" and now its your job to end it, partly the weird characterisation of some of the recruitables who really shouldnt be recruitable (the faerghus 4 minus dimitri, for instance), and ultimately because being not the underdog in an fe game war feels... wrong. it feels icky.

fe as a series is about hope and working together to beat the astronomical odds. a lost prince reclaiming his stolen kingdom and saving the world. a small group of mercenaries ending a war that was going to destroy the continent and kill everyone if it got any worse. a couple of nobles and the rag tag crew they meet along the way stopping the evil cult that wants to bring vengeful dragons back to their world.

there's always this feeling of beating the odds, and that applies perfectly well to the other three routes in the game. they FEEL suitably fire emblem. dimitri is literally a marth - a lost prince reclaiming his land and saving his people. the golden deer move in secret with a small faction of soldiers to bring an end to a war that's tearing the continent apart. silver snow is a rescue mission where it's just you and a handful of former students and knights against a whole continent thats burning down around you.

in cf you wake up. and then just steamroll through everything. it's even shorter than the other routes. being the ones with the huge army who started the war makes it way easier to win.

and it feels so wrong in a fire emblem game.

[starry-ray]

I know it's not going to happen but it would be so cool if Lash Legend won the royal rumble!!