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beromanced · 23 days
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Scion version of Raha finally added XD
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beromanced · 26 days
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The hoes are unimpressed with your sarcastic detachment, and are enchanted with my sincere wonder. Writhe like the worm you are.
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beromanced · 1 month
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beromanced · 2 months
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Current mood
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beromanced · 2 months
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yeah
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beromanced · 2 months
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Bakugou Katsuki you are forever
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Nidstinien for Sabrina ty ty
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beromanced · 2 months
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Unsundered
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beromanced · 2 months
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from "The Karamazov Brothers," originally publ. in November 1880
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beromanced · 2 months
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Rafael Alberti, tr. by Ben Belitt, from An Anthology of Spanish Poetry: From the Beginnings to the Present Day, Including Both Spain and Spanish America; "Paradise Lost"
[Text ID: “Across centuries / and the void of a world, / sleepless, I seek you.”]
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beromanced · 2 months
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Mary Jo Bang, from A Film in Which I Play Everyone: Poems; “Hotel Incognito”
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beromanced · 2 months
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thinkin abt katsuki dating reader who grew up with a shit family.
it always comes down to the little things. maybe you grew up poor, and you don’t realize that the things you do are out of the ordinary for people like him. you don’t clean things a certain way. you don’t know how to do something ‘most adults’ should know by now. your financial literacy is minimal at best; you know just enough to get by. you don’t load the dishwasher ‘right’ because you’ve never had one. you don’t know how to cook ‘properly’ because you lived on dry staples, canned foods, or whatever you knew how to make for yourself. you don’t know how to change your oil or a flat tire.
whatever it is, katsuki always says the same thing.
“didn’t your parents teach you how to do this?”
he never meant harm by it, truly. he’d say it with a scowl in jest before helping you. he never wanted to make you feel bad, but sometimes it stung.
and after a while, you couldn’t take it.
he said it it again, that trivial thing.
“didn’t anyone -”
“no, kats. they didn’t. no one taught me. can i please have some help?”
you’d said it quietly as you cut him off without bitterness or hurt.
his silence spoke volumes in that moment, one that was enough for katsuki to see how much he fucked up with a simple phrase. the crushing hug that followed and his murmured apology into your hair was all it took; he never said it again.
your days are now filled with a new turn of phrase every time he isn’t sure. he says it with a gentleness he doesn’t often show. it swells your heart with love so much that it hurts.
“do you want help, sweets? i can show you how.”
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beromanced · 2 months
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WAIT YOU GOT PAID FOR THAT? I DID IT FOR FREE LIKE A MORON
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beromanced · 2 months
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I beat Dawntrail and decided to make this:
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I loveeee Erenville a lot he is a fussy little bunbun
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(I took a lot of screenshots during DW it's been fun)
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beromanced · 2 months
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The fact that G’raha speaks about the fact that he actively grieves for the warrior of light he knew, despite you, the same person, sitting across from him in that gondola, is so absolutely soul shattering.
G’raha Tia woke up from a hundreds of years long nap to a destroyed world finding out not only that you had died, but that you had died long before your time due to a world ending deadly chemical weapon that nobody could’ve predicted would be launched. He spends years researching the reflections and the rejoinings to pinpoint the exact moment that the calamity of light happened on the first reflection to transport himself there to stop it. Merging his own soul and body with the Crystal Tower to gain enough power to transport through time and space to stop the fall of the first.
A whole century of fighting a losing battle G’raha, the Crystal Exarch, realizes the only person who can win this war is You. The Warrior of Light. G’raha builds a city for you. Saves the lives of a thriving community for you. Summons you (and inadvertently all of your friends) to the home he built for you so you can save the world. And save yourself. All while operating under the guise that he will kill himself in order to do it. And he almost does, but you stop him. You save him and bring him home back to the source to make good on a promise that you will go on an adventure together.
G’raha Tia wakes up from a nebulous amount of time passed nap to see You. But not the you he remembers, but the you He remembers. The you that survived and not the you that died. Two conflicting parts of his memory celebrating and grieving the loss of someone standing right in front of him. So close to touch but a walking ghost that he can’t.
He misses you. You’re right there. He mourns your death still after over a century. You are alive and sitting right across from him. You smile at him. He smiles back.
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beromanced · 3 months
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The symbology of the Convocation of Fourteen is just... one of my favorite details in ffxiv. And yeah, I know they have zodiac signs because Final Fantasy Tactics had zodiac signs and FF12 had zodiac signs, but 14's spin on them is inspired, and I don't think that gets enough appreciation.
Each of the Ascians is characterized to at least superficially match their sign. Emet-Selch seems like a Gemini, seemingly on both sides of every issue. Fandaniel seems like a Leo who wants to be the center of attention. Lahabrea, The Creator, seems like an artsy Pisces... just...y'know, a horrible one.
And it's not as if "terrible, messed-up version of Zodiac symbol" is new here. Tactics definitely had that already. The thing ffxiv adds to the trope is the presence of the Sun.
Azem's symbol being the sun and not a constellation tells us exactly what their role in the Convocation was supposed to be. The sun's path through the constellations is what gives all those signs their meanings. You can't be a Gemini unless the sun is in Gemini. The sun's passage through the zodiac is supposed to illuminate the best way forward. This is why Emet-Selch calls them both "Shepherd to the stars in the dark," and "Counsellor to the star's people." They're meant to inspire people to become their best selves. This is inadvertently what WoL does in numerous places and times across the game, (and one of the ancients in Elpis even comments on it) because apparently repeatedly dying at the hands of their coworkers and friends for eons did not get them out of having to do their job.
When the sun protested their unspeakbly terrible plan, they went all in on their hubris by casting it down forever. They never replaced Azem. They don't even want to remember they ever had a sun. They don't have the light that illuminates their best selves, their better future. So they can't find it anymore. They don't know how to be themselves anymore, in Azem's absence. In Elidibus' case, literally. He is so desperate for the guiding star he can't even remember having, that he constantly, instinctively, seeks out Azem in different forms. Wearing Ardbert's corpse, and wandering up to WoL for awkward chats, and looking back to the heroes of the past who were definitely Azem shards.
The sun, torn from the heavens, leads to the maker's ruin.
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