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philicheesecake · 2 months
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Heyo, so I’ve been getting a LOT of comments on my comic ever since I started releasing it suggesting Eli and Warren have got romantic chemistry and I have clarified many times that Eli is aroace and specifically on a part of the spectrum where he is not interested in s3x or romance in any way, and Warren is also on the aroace spectrum, similarly aligned.
It’s okay to have your own imagination on literature as long as you don’t erase queer identities, and ace and aro identities are erased a LOT and have very little representation in media.
I know as an author I can’t control how people interpret my works, but all that I ask is that readers remain respectful of asexual and aromantic identities and do not try to insistently publicly erase them in order to fulfill their own fantasies. I understand these people don’t have any malicious intents when they want to ship Eli and Warren together, but just please try to be more conscious of your thoughts before pushing it onto aroace authors online. Aroace people on my side of the spectrum hear it ALL the time where our identities are belittled and erased, or shoved onto another side of the spectrum where we don’t align, or completely outside of our orientation altogether, and it can feel kind of icky for that to happen to our characters as well. Sometimes us aroace authors just wanna write a story where two characters can be around each other without being in a relationship.
Anywho,
Aromantic people who like to be in relationships are valid.
Aromantic people who don’t want to be in a relationship are valid.
Asexual people who like intimate relationships are valid.
Asexual people who don’t want intimate relationships are valid.
All parts of the aroace spectrum are valid.
It’s all a spectrum, and one side existing doesn’t negate the other.
That’s all I’m sayin’ 🤷
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nights-at-crystarium · 5 months
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✧✦✧ "Fragments" - episode 34 ✧✦✧
Agency.
New reader? episode list on tumblr | webtoon
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why-its-kai · 5 months
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Slayers TRY eyecatches!
(While most of these eyecatches had some degree of movement/animation/overlayed effects, the final 3 eyecatches in the photoset had some degree of animation/unique frames that I found interesting enough to take multiple snapshots of each, haha)
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mclangel · 10 months
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Some of my favorite Nathaniel moments, a compilation;
I’m incredibly emo about this gen of MCL coming to an end.
So here’s some of my personal favorite moments from Nath’s route in UL and LL (I have admittedly yet to play him in HSL, sue me I was a Castiel girl until bad boy Nath in UL came on the scene.  I have a thing for snarky blondes...)
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“A myth crumbles” the HOOT I let out when I read that.  Hilarity.  Amazing. ��10/10.
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Even Nath has his downsides LMAO.  Poor Angel, she just wanted to enjoy NCIS or something
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“Jerk” - the way I have WRITTEN this text message
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Aaaaand miscreant Nath has entered the scene.
Angel being absolutely thrown by this scenario took me out.  Amazing.  10/10
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This dynamic also made me lose my shit.  Like poor Nath, he’s so emotionally stunted here and has no idea how to express his feelings, meanwhile Angel is just like “tough shit my guy” - too pissed off to even care.
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Again, I actually really liked that in UL you could really talk back to your love interest without immediate caution about LoM dropping.  This to me feels realistic and helped with immersion into the story.  I, too, was sick of his excuses!
Also, Angel breaking out the full name - Yeeeesh Nath you done goofed!
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THIS ENTIRE SEQUENCE BROKE ME EMOTIONALLY.
Like I am not one to cry at games most often, but this one, wheeew this one had me bawling.
Specifically when she screams when he hugs her, like she’s believed he’s not even there and his touch proves his existence.
WHEN I TELL YOU, I SOBBED WITH HER.  LIKE ME TOO GIRL.
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This one just made me laugh so hard.
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And finally, the one that REALLY broke me, after Angel throws the bouquet.
As if she’s throwing it to us, those who have followed along on her journey.
Genuinely makes me smile but teary lol Feel free to share your favorite moments below!
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cheesecakee-art · 7 months
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arianwen44 · 10 months
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Every time Feo Ul talks I cry along with Llyr 💖 I love them so much!
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mblue-art · 2 years
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boyf bestfr boy, friend,,
related to this post ig///
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u dont have to look at this part !! lsdkglfd
it gets p indulgent n kinda,, personal?? iguess? not pushing anyone away if you still want to scroll thru here its mostly ramblethoughts of my simping journey or whatever the heck i turned this whole thing into
hhhhgh here's two doodles i made inbetween the two posts,, maaannnnn,,,
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(iam just putting these here for when future!me looks back on all these posts and go "haha oh wow i used to,, i used to only,, platonically like him when i think about 'me' me interacting w him,, thats,, oh,, huh that was something")
[took me THREE (3) MONTHS (from when i made that doodle on the left)......... and some light nudging and nice & lovely hc/scenarios from friends... to finally wake up one day and realize "oh. oh holy shit? i. i dont feel weird abt this anymore? fr fr? wait shit i-" cue me sitting up in bed and staring at a wall for a long while as thoughts pour in]
(S. SO YEAH. lust sans. 💘💜💙)
(sona lore is theyre still besties but now theyre dating too woooo/////////)
(LN is still a thing- my skelesona (indigo) shipped with a lust (lavender)- theyre SO in love ur honor,, im just kinda flustered abt this new development lmaoaoaoaoaoao it shouldnt be that srs yk i just think its fun and interesting seeing how i feel abt certain characters and try to make something out of that stuff yk;;)
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haunted-xander · 3 months
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During the last All Saint's Wake I recorded dancing while magicked into everyone with the intent of making gifs of it, which I then promptly forgot about and now I can't be bothered to gif them so here's just a compilation.
This one's all ARR :)
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worldend · 3 months
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why does youtooz always make merch of stupid shit that doesnt matter
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wanderersoflight · 1 year
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The beautiful branch and her sweet, precious, adorable saplings!
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philicheesecake · 3 months
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They’re here for your kneecaps. All three of em.
Ackerly (blue)- they/them
Sequoia (green) - she/they
Nitche (red)- he/she/they/it
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nights-at-crystarium · 8 months
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✧✦✧ “Fragments” - episode 27 ✧✦✧
A little girl bested Vivi with her left hand. Exarch's still impressed for some reason. (reason: oblivious fanboy)
New reader? episode list on tumblr | webtoon
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why-its-kai · 5 months
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Slayers TRY eyecatch frames!
(sorry about the crust/ghosting on some of them--it was consistent across every instance of the eyecatch on the dvds, strangely enough. The worst of it is on Xellos & Filia's frames.)
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cyronite · 2 days
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im so used to how finely curated my fandom experience is with star wars that im actually suffering trying to navigate the fallout fandom rn.
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ervona · 9 months
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Day 6: In Bloom / Blood for @tes-summer-fest
Somewhere in the mists of hopefully still Molag Amur, a boy had lost control of his guar. It was his fault, having ridden too far away from the lake, but he’d been meaning to turn around when it had knocked him off with never-before-seen force and started running away. He followed it still within sight, somewhat slowed down by his armor, but he would have to get used to it if he were ever to become a knight. At this point his absence was sure to be noticed, and Ser—
What was that? His guar let out a frightening cry. Alas, he wasn’t the first to reach it, though he had run so close and out of breath. There was an unfamiliar robed figure, a swipe of too-sharp claws, a sickly light, stains in the ash. He reached for his sword, heavy and slipping with sweat, when the sunken face came into sight and he screamed.
Help wouldn’t come, for he had ridden too far away. He could only pray to the ancestors now. His shaking legs tripped him up as he tried to run, the armor pinned him down beneath the looming wormlike snout and bloodied claws. Uncertain was which one of them was shrieking louder. Another flash of light caught his eye before he slipped on a rock and out of consciousness. 
When he came to, he was struck by the scent of flowers and a throbbing in his head. Was he taken to the Moonshadow? No, merely his bed, with a vase of fresh willow anther and stoneflowers for good health and peaceful sleep, he remembered from his lessons in a bid to pull himself into the waking world. He was back home, alive, though he could hardly move.
Ama who was sat at his bedside stirred before him, as he was tucked in too-warm blankets up to his neck and only managed a few blinks. She shouted at a servant to bring something and pulled closer, her long braid dragging itself like a snake, her face paler than usual.
“Mavus! Oh, finally. Are you hungry, dearest?” There’d been a bump on his head where she kissed him gently, and when he raised himself up on his elbows to sit upright, he could see peeking from under his nightshirt dark bruises in bloom. 
“Aha-gh,” he coughed, and Ama handed him a cup from the nightstand. The cold splash of water was needed but unpleasant, through half-shut eyes he could see a large tray with food coming in.
“You’d think I asked for it tomorrow,” her voice took on a chilling tone when she grabbed it, placing it on her lap in view of Mavus. “Now get out, I’ll ring the bell if I need anything.”
The servant closed the door hurriedly, making him flinch from the noise. Ama took a bowl of steaming crab stew and pointed the spoon towards him as if he were a little scrib. 
“Sup it slowly, I don’t want you to feel ill.”
It hurt to swallow it even slowly, his throat torn by crying out for help. Still unsure what had transpired, he only wished to feel relief for being alive. He must’ve been staring at Ama, for she craned her neck as if expecting a question, brow pinched in worry.
“What happened to me? I was…” Reaching into his last memory got a sob out of him, nearly stew all over him. The gruesome display, the creature that had savaged his guar so and almost him as well, was hiding in the shapeless mash of the bowl.
“Brought in down from Nabia by boat. We had the Temple healer treat you there and then, but you were more terrified than hurt. Thank the Three.” Ama offered him a comberry jam tartlet from the tray, to which he shook his head. “Ser Dren told me everything already, you don’t have to retell it, unless that would help you.”
What if he’d told her that Mavus was a terrible squire who’d wandered off and almost got himself killed? His voice escaped him, and he wanted to tell Ama so badly that he hadn’t meant to, he hadn’t been thinking, but his mouth was as dry as those ashen wastes he was crossing ever still in his mind, repeating and haunted by a myriad of misshapen monsters.
“The guar—” was all he could muster before gurgling hot tears, his face burning. 
“We’ll buy you a new one. A better one!”
“No, no, I saw it…”
Ama nodded knowingly, diverting the subject. “They went to scour the area, you know. Whatever was out there is nothing to fear anymore.”
“Can you read me a story?” he asked, muffled in her wide sleeve. All he wanted was for it to go away, but loomed over him, ravenous soul-sickness. Ama was eager to do so, laid down beside him and took a book from the other nightstand, The Song of the Alchemists, and her sing-songy voice rocked him to sleep once again, but kept the terrors away if only for now.
In the wee hours–and he knew so for it was all quiet but the nightly bugs outside–Mavus arose slowly, gripping the frame of his bed in case his legs gave out again. Ama was no doubt up in her room, finally able to sleep herself, and he didn’t know if Ser Dren had visited again. He’d dreamed of the day, and in his dream a warm light pulled him ever closer. Ama, he’d thought, but it must have been Cardama who had protected him in that waking nightmare.
He knew the way to give tribute to the ancestors–sort of–but Ama didn’t like him handling the hearth on his own, even though he wouldn’t be hurt. He threw one of the blankets over himself like a cloak and gathered what he could from his surroundings. Cold jam tartlets that sat out the night, and a handful of flowers from his bedside that filled the room with sweetness.
Descending in silence to where the family shrine encircled a still-living hearth, he paused to look around the hall. Darkest darkness was calling him, and within it lurked terrible things. His only way away was the fire, weak but welcoming and enveloping him with the strength he needed to cross the threshold. Laying down what he’d carried in his makeshift cloak, he took a deep breath. First he offered a tartlet that burned slowly, then a stoneflower, and his heart’s wish.
The fire roared scarlet, and he wasn’t afraid one bit. “Cardama, is that you?” he whispered, face so close to the embers that he could swim in them. To his astonishment, she answered.
“Indeed it is, scrib,” the fire crackled, “but do not accustom yourself to calling upon me as you did now. It is my duty to watch over you, and from that us spirits are weary enough.”
“I won’t keep you for long. Just wanted to thank you and give something in return.”
“Something in return? Then listen well, for all I ask—protect the helpless, as I have you.”
“I’m going to be a knight, so I’ll help everyone in need,” he hesitated for a moment, with his embarrassment in mind. Would a true knight just give up and flee from a monster as he had?
The embers huffed. “Do you think of who brought your cakes, who harvested the comberry and wickwheat, who planted the seeds, when you offer them to me? As a knight, would you lift your sword to strike at the bracers that hold them prisoner and spirit them away from this place?”
“They’re not prisoners, they work for Ama. I… think she wouldn’t be happy with that.”
With his words, the fire sputtered and went silent. Had he displeased his ancestor? He felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if a dreadful curse crept upon him, but he didn’t understand.
“Hear me now, not because you are of my blood, but if it flows from out of a good heart,” she finally whispered back to him, not through the fire, through the very air itself. “Do not fear to wander, if your cause is just. Perhaps you could do right by what I gave my life for.”
“I don’t understand, Cardama. You want me to die?”
The air around him laughed, somehow, and ash blew into his face just right to remind him of his lowest moment. He could not cry in the presence of his guardian, but wasn’t that always?
“Live, wander and wonder, and think upon my words, Mavus-la. Three blessings to you.” 
In the silent hours before dawn when he liked to go out on the balcony to look at the fields in spring, he curled his legs up to his chest next to the still lightly crackling hearth. There was still time to make it spotless. He took a bite from one of the leftover tartlets, strangely warm but more bitter than usual. 
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whatthefuckisasweep · 8 months
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after brainrotting over the toxic and unhinged dynamic that is jake and amir its hard to go back to more phoned in dynamics . ive never seen another relationship as codependent, radioactive, and yet so poetically balanced ?? i dont even want them to get better or married or to even be happy i want them to both descend into hell and be tortured next to each other for infinity and somehow that is the deepest form of love for them i can think of
like your partner is supposed to make you a better person but they both chose to choose the person who would enable their worst traits tenfold and then they decided to never let go and that to me is personally so interesting and insane i want to explode
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