I knew like 3 things about the series when I started and all of them were from dmc5. I spent a lot of time missing Vergil... before he wrecked my property and beat my ass 10000 times
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I knew like 3 things about the series when I started and all of them were from dmc5. I spent a lot of time missing Vergil... before he wrecked my property and beat my ass 10000 times
I felt like painting fabric and textures
timelapse
[ID: A realistic digital painting of a Black person from the hips up wearing a loose white tunic. They have short natural hair and dark brown eyes. The tunic has ruffles along the cuffs and plunging neckline and is rendered with detailed folds and creases. The looks to the side with a neutral expression and their arms at their sides. The first image is the full painting, the second is a closeup of their chest, the third is a closeup of the fabric, and the fourth is a closeup of their face. End ID]
i tried final fantasy pvp! i'm just going to post this here because i don't want to think about this ever again.
esoteric form of roleplay where instead of actually roleplaying you just make up characters together and discuss in abstract how they'd interact and how their story would go
im glad everyone agrees that this is fun. do this with your friends now !!!
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Putting my ffxiv character Zhai through the blender today. :) Context: she goes from being pretty much the most powerful summoner in the land to being aetherically disabled after Stormblood, having taken some grievous wounds and resorted to some pretty forbidden magics to fight Shinryu. It takes years for her to regain connection to her magic. As someone who put most of her self-worth on her skill, this does not feel great for her :) She spends much of her recovery time isolating and angry/depressed.
Can you guys watch my fairy tale prince with the lamb motif and my jaded knight who sees himself as nothing more than a starving and desperate wolf while I step out for a moment? And DON'T 🫵 let them kiss.
Okay they haven't kissed but the prince keeps on flashing the length of his bare and vulnerable collarbone to the knight who is getting increasingly restless. The knight is pacing. It's not looking good.
Minfilia! I forget how much I love her ARR design, shes so pretty
Once Alphinaud finally manages to detangle himself from the festivities following their triumph at Holminster for long enough to sneak back to their rooms, he finds that Alisaie has returned sometime during the night. She's a still, unmoving lump in the middle of her bed, illuminated only by sharp light spilling in through the bathroom door.
Alphinaud hesitates. Whilst him and Seike journeyed back to the Crystarium he put the pieces together enough to be able to guess at why she stayed behind, he just doesn't know what to do with it. Alisaie is never still.
"Alisaie --"
"Don't." Her voice is raw.
"Alright," Alphinaud replies quietly.
Before this, before collapsing and being brought to another world, he would have made a grand speech. Now he swallows down whatever else he wants to say and makes for the bathroom, eager to wash off the sweat, grime and various celebratory drinks that have rained down on the Crystarium this night.
He stands underneath scalding hot water for what surely must be an eternity but when he re-emerges Alisaie still hasn't moved. Slowly he makes his way over, sinking down on the mattress next to her when she doesn't protest.
At the first touch of her hair she jerks, pushing her face further into the pillow. After a brief pause Alphinaud persists, tugging still-damp locks free enough that he can untangle them with his fingers.
Then he sets to work, weaving the strands like he's done so many times before. The braid comes out crooked and the angle makes his neck hurt, but, that is what a brother puts up with.
He pretends he doesn't see Alisaie's shoulders shake nor hear her muffled sobs. Once he's done with Alisae's braid he does his own and skids down the covers, elbowing her until there is enough space for them to lie back to back.
Just like when grandpa left.
Sleep has just about taken hold when Alisaie quietly whispers a thanks.
working on bigger projects and missing them, have a doodle
HEY.
Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?
Unfortunately I wish for others to wallow in my magnificent mud pit
Ngl I totally forgot fandom discourse was a thing. I don’t care man, I have car payments
starting a collection
If I may submit:
On duty 🫡
Golica, Slovenia by Pika Žvan