Arval Fireemblemwarriorsthreehopes and A Xenobladechronicles3futureredeemed were a targeted one-two strike against my gender identity, and I will never forgive them for it (affectionate).

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

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if only / snowkit and speckletail

Luna's Post-Timeskip Design

I thought it was about time I finally post this...

"Oh, this?" Luna says softly, looking back as her left hand reaches to tug at the blue and gold ribbon adorning her head. As her hand settles, holding on to the soft fabric, a gentle smile graces her features as if recalling a fond memory. "Dimitri gave it to me..."

This is Luna's main look and also the one who is most canon; both Game!Luna and Self!Luna wear this outfit after the timeskip.

"It's just you now. Take care of mother."

i have the normal amount of emotions about them (lying) <3

getting ready for placebo day >:3 ft. brians fuckass mullet

Wake up bestie I just made my first digital fanart and of course it's Renga

we didn't know that the sun was collapsing

The main role of clockworks had obviously been for them to fight in the wars for Valencia, but their secondary purpose was to entertain Valencians and act as their servants. They were seen as objects and treated as nothing more.

So when Gazpaccio built Kane and regarded him as family, as his own son, it was seen as strange and impractical. He was using Kane to assist him with toy-making and gain vengeance on others - there really was no need to see and treat him as something more, but Gazpaccio still welcomed and cared for him as his own flesh-and-blood regardless.

One of the influences he (unintentionally) left on Kane was this concept of relationships - as Kane viewed his own creations as his family, just like his father did with him.

my piece for @zackfairzine! naturally i couldn’t resist the opportunity to represent my old namesake (zackfanclub) 😘

this zine is such a fantastic celebration of my fave ff guy and i’m so proud and grateful to have been a part of it 💙

I've been seeing a lot of people redrawing their old work and I wanted to give it a try :D after this I will be doing another one because I've never had such a dopamine boost (or it could be me having my first energy drink in a month)

I honestly can't say for sure when the first one was done, but if I were to take a guess... 2016? It's when I got my first pair of markers. I loved drawing mermaids at the time bc it let me draw long flowey hair while avoiding legs haha, and this particular drawing was my favorite 🧜‍♀️

Remembered to work in a higher resolution this time too haha

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wctober day four - break/broken

yo there's a stray cat outside!

Song of the Day: February 25

“Watermelon Crawl” by Tracy Byrd

@tragedicn : “how long has it been since someone hugged you?” touchstarved : rosalyne & artyom

❛ i don't think i've ever been hugged. ❜

the admission is quiet, glassy eyes looking past rosalyne at the ground, watching as the raindrops splatter against the asphalt. somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks they'll be dangerous if they turn into ice thanks to the snezhnayan cold, especially as they will end up covered in a fresh layer of snow once the rain had ceased. it's funny, the last time he's felt so out of it he was dying, succumbing to wounds inflicted by his own brother. instead, now, he is forcibly reminded that he broke his own vow of not causing harm to others in his post-mortem; having just ended up killing an entire group of bandits ready to descend upon an innocent village. his vision clouded by red the second he sensed they would not hesitate to cause harm to the children there. their blood clings to whatever he calls skin now, his physical form kept manifested despite the empty look on his face. all he hears is the rain, the wind howling through the trees. or so he wants to say. yet somehow rosalynes voice managed to cut through the void in his mind, makes his gaze just barely dart up to focus on her for the fraction of a second before he returns to his staring contest with the ground. he wanted it to be over already. wanted to be able to escape this life of his that seemed more like a lie than anything. he couldn't even keep his promises. if he had to remain alive he just wanted to live a peaceful life, far away, maybe with some cows or sheeps. a simple life that he had been denied by his fate. but he can't. doing so would betray the only people that remained in his life, would mean betraying the archon he had dedicated his life and death to. meant leaving behind the woman he loved. he'd rather die again and again than do that.

even with her strength he barely reacts when she pulls him into a hug, holding him as though he was someone precious. as if he deserved that. it felt warm, he noted even in the stupor he was in; her flames at work, he suspects, even with that damn delusion at work. o, how he wishes he could take that thing and throw it away into the damn ocean. it's caused rosalyne so much pain, even if it kept her flames at bay. but just like everything it seemed the things they both needed were always the very things that made them miserable. his arms hang limp at his side even when his vision glows faintly, his manifested body cooling down to create a balance between their temperatures. the buzzing in his ears deafens him to whatever she might be saying, if she's saying anything at all. but at least he manages to lift his arms, wraps them around her as his hold tightens as if he is terrified she will vanish like all of the things and people he's loved if he lets go. he rests his chin atop her head, glad he's chosen to manifest into a taller form so she can't see the haunted, desperate way his face contorts. thinking back on it perhaps it could count as hugging when feliks clung to his legs. or when rosalyne herself steadied him when he was exhausted. his hands grips tighten, clinging onto her as if she is the only thing keeping him anchored to this land, this world. his voice is quiet, desperate and unsteady when he speaks again, unable to consider the words before they leave him.

❛ i want to ask you to run away from all this with me. but that's selfish, isn't it? i don't want to do that to you. i love you too much to ask that much of you. ❜

if i'm making broad generalizations abt uc hindus and if any of you feel like every single one is about u, i can't help that the shoe fits