“And that was enough.”
I HAD to add color to this still from the cutscene, it was simply too soft not to. (Original below the cut!)
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ROSIE. ROSIE YOU PUT THIS IN THE TAGS FOR THE ART OF GABRIEL BLAMING ADRIEN FOR THE DEATH OF EMELIE. ROSIE WHY ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT THIS AGAIN I AM SO SCARED
>:3
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Actual pic of myself ignoring canon and building my own AU. Sorry Tobias dgdggdhfhf
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Rho: We spend an unhealthy amount of time hiding out in gutters, you know that?
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How it started
How it's going
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my new favorite hobby is to reblog old matthew tkachuck content and watch the dash go feral
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@fatestouch replied to your post:
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A darkened cloud appears, floating near the ceiling as it pours out rain onto the fire. Even as the flames die out, however, the cloud persists-- thunder rumbling through it like a low threat.
"Now, now, I understand that many of your typical laws do not apply here, that hardly means we are a place of complete lawlessness. For now, I will give you the benefit of the doubt in believing that you were unaware of the rule expressly stating the prohibition of magic in this area without the proper precautions and permissions. Especially with something such as fire, there's really no telling the kind of damage it could do if it were to run out of control...so many thing here react rather poorly with fire, after all. I thank you in advance for your compliance."
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Please look into Claudia De la Cruz! She's a 2024 USA presidential candidate with the Party for Socialism and Liberation and she is actively participating in pro-Palestine protests. If you like her, please help spread her name!
Thank you! I have in fact heard her name briefly but didn't look into her much, but I will look into her now :0
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Crosshair deserved that punch in the face Rex gave him and in fact he deserves at minimum several more hard slugs to the face for the things he’s done.
real stanning of a character like that is accepting that in order to truly love them you have to punch them a lot as punishment for their bs
YOU ARE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT. I’ll be honest, half of Iden’s purpose was to metaphorically kick him in the dick, and she does that quite well.
And if you can’t see how he is, in fact, largely responsible for his current predicament, then I can’t help you.
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" aren't you supposed to stop, drop, and roll? "
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Where: the radio station
Who: Teddy and KB ( @containatrocity)
Teddy never really got nervous. Usually only around Kirby and even then he could hide it pretty well. However this was almost too much for him, this was telling a secret that might change his life forever. Teddy never though he still had family in Hunstville after his own parents died. However knowing that KB was, or could be his actual dad gave him at least a little bit of hope that he wasn't as alone as he thought he was. Of course he had his found family and it really was all he ever needed, but he did want to make up for the 33 years he missed out on on having KB as a dad. He wanted him to know the truth.
Kirby sat outside of the radio studio as Teddy went in, his mothers Journal in tow. He was more thankful for them being there than he could ever express. The station was doing an uninterrupted music block and it was father day...Teddy figured there was no better day to tell him than that day. He took a deep breath and came into the booth knocking on the door lightly making sure he didn't scare KB. "Hey, KB can we talk real quick...." Teddy with a sigh.
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when you can finally see the light at the end of the loooong wip you have been writing for half a fucking year
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@rose-goldscales / random starter for the bestie
⚔️ // byleth had been on her way back to her home ward from the lionheart guild when she spotted her. a dragon. or ... something similar to a dragon. (the creature was uncannily similar. and yet nothing at all like the regal stature of the immaculate one , or all of the dragonfolk who danced across byleth’s most ancient memories.)
just outside of the guild’s doorway , where the road branched off into a well-worn path to HERO’S RESPITE , the little one’s scales glittered. beneath the waning eclipse it was especially obvious that she was NEW here.
“are you lost?”
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💭 + fire
𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.
Fire is a force to be respected but Roman has long since appreciated the power it holds and the raw destruction it’s capable of causing. Even as a child, he’d always been intrigued by flames, watching them crackle merrily in the fireplace but never could he have imagined how impressive a blaze could be once it had gotten out of control, seeing himself reflected in those dancing flames as early as then.
Just as he couldn’t have begun to imagine the damage it would cause, he never imagined how powerful he would feel during the night he killed his parents.
Their deaths were ruled an accident by the GCPD, finding that a careless cigarette had started the blaze upstairs while Mr. and Mrs. Sionis slept before the resulting smoke overcame them in their own bed. Unknown to the police, Roman had been at the scene all along, watching from the trees with his heart thumping in his chest as he watched the flames climb higher and higher, painting the night sky red as his parents perished in its fiery wake. His mother and father, who had long been the source of his aggravation and pain were at last no more and it was all because of him. Roman, who was no longer the child they could push around so easily had finally gotten his own back, kickstarting his criminal career by using one of man’s oldest tools to solve his biggest problem.
Roman never forgot that night and how happy he felt, how powerful he was for getting rid of his parents without getting caught by the authorities. Watching the family home come alive with such warmth and brightness almost made all the years of suffering worth it... almost, and since then he’s appreciated fire very much, even though he too felt the wrath of its burning majesty a few years later during the incident that caused his mask to melt into his face.
Even after that happened, Roman has no fear of fire but instead feels a kinship of sorts with the element, that his anger could well one day burn and burn until nothing was left.
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@diademic | closed starter
Isabella had been having breakfast on her own, having dimissed her atendants to be left alone after another dreadful night. She didn’t wish to be disturbed that morning, not until it was time to brave the crowds and pretend to be undisturbed by gossip, by her daily humiliation. Everything was going according to her wishes, until she heard footsteps approaching, which made her sigh the moment she lifted her head and her jade eyes fell on her husband.
“ Good morning, Robert. ” The way in which she spoke his name was as cold as the freezing mornings of their homeland in winter. “ What may I do for your this morning? “ She asked him, her voice giving away how exhausted she truly felt.
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Frothing at the mouth over the Free Jacks v Old Glory match good rugby is sexy good rugby with your teams fulfilling underdog narratives in the span of 80 minutes of game time is even sexier
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