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The gravity of the situation anchored him to the ground, for he knew not what took place behind her auric gaze, the melancholic expression that plagued her features. He did what he had to do to come out of this gaining more than before, and though he would normally lose little sleep over using someone to obtain his goal..
.. this was different.
She was different.
The cacophony that made up the busy street, all the conversations between fellow merchants, it was drowned by the sound of the delicate bells which now announced her departure as her father and retainer returned to her side. She did not offer a glance past her shoulder, nor bid him a farewell. Yet he stood there, haunted by her presence, a reminder that he indeed has a heart.
This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.
Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.
I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.
I've said this before and I'll say it again: it's more important to know and understand fully why something is harmful than it is to drop everything deemed problematic. It's performative and does nothing. People wonder why nobody has critical thinking skills and this is part of it because no one knows how to simousltansly critique and consume media. You need to use discernment.
This is ultimately why propaganda is going to work on you. Because you never learned how to think for yourself and the actual ideology behind things. You simply rely on group think and the bare minimum explanations to tell you what's good and bad.
hey. the celebrities and corporations are going to try tumblr. you may want to drive them off the site, or find them amusing, ie “well THIS one can stay.” they may try to engage with the culture. they may do their research. DO NOT ENGAGE. do not bother. don’t fucking acknowledge them. don’t mess with their heads. don’t reply to them as a bit. let them think this site is a lost cause. let them fizzle out and die
content warnings: ffxiv shadowbringers and endwalker spoilers.
note: [1214 words] this fic is for the #XIVARTBASH event on twitter, hosted by the birthday celebrator @/sabattons. my art trade partner is @/MattoniousGames! (related links below.) the song prompt was "Skyfall" by Adele, so this was quite hard on my heart to write because i haven’t thought about giving hyth some pain lol :’) i loved it tho, genuinely. the scrunkly scrimblo
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I sing and I smile / Of another time
It doesn’t make sense, but the sky is the sea.
Well, that was quite the dark slumber, and that’s the end of my memory. That abyss, it’s… familiar, I’m certain, but more so this sight before me.
But something feels off. ’Tis akin to walking on air, yet I couldn’t will myself to do that even if I wished.
This isn’t the real Amaurot; this isn’t my real body. Absent of my beautiful locks is enough to tell me that. Despite these illusions, I know the real Emet-Selch is here. (It warms my heart to know Hades dreamt of me, heh heh.)
It seems like an age ago when my friend and I last locked eyes, but I am still here. Somewhere, in stasis, tucked away. I suppose that has become my life’s purpose: to wait.
And wait I shall gladly do.
Oh, to bask under the light of the stars with you two again. I smile at the thought, yet my eyes sing a different song. A song about a promise, a song about something unexpected—about something I owe, and it is long overdue.
But I, as I am now, cannot repay that debt, for it is not truly mine.
Time lost, song unheard / The wind carries on
That little one is unmistakably Azem, sort of. Saying farewell to my new old friend sparked another familiar memory.
This… this was once my office, yes; from my window I would go people-watching. The shuffling of feet at The Polyleritae District: people passing by, or heading for the other bureaus, or rushing inside mine and frantically wanting or needing their concepts approved.
I always much preferred doing nothing in the comforts of my room, or standing by my friends and assisting them with their antics (mostly Azem) or duties (mostly Hades). Alas, this was my duty. Being surrounded by concepts was, well, just as thrilling as being surrounded by souls; creatures unorthodox at my doorstep never failed to surprise me. (Others bored me beyond compare, though. Some people got way too fascinated by certain ideas and never let them go…)
Later, I found myself walking down the same path, but for a different reason in an unforeseen time.
It was my first farewell. As I waved goodbye to Hades, I could tell that—apart from both despising and missing me so—my friend looked up to me and my bravery, leaving like that, without a word from the renowned “speaker of nonsense.” In truth, I couldn’t say a word; my voice was trapped in my throat and I feared if I let out so much as a sigh, I would break down. And that was not a time for tears.
I was always well-aware of my “weakness,” but it never is—never will be—a call for help. It is not a “deficiency” but simply part of who I am. And I always know when to stand my ground. I know.
Well, I keep a few tricks up my sleeve for two reasons: for emergencies or whenever I feel like showing off. Regardless, I can never master aether manipulation, so it surprises myself now that after a few blinks, the phantom Amaurot turns into the real one.
Fire and ashes. Friends and corpses.
This is the end. My friends… the stars we once tried to snatch are now coming down to meet us.
The next moment I open my eyes, I see Hades’ stern expression.
Ah.
I give him a smile. It’s to reassure him, even if I’m not convinced myself.
I look into my friend’s bright golden eyes one last time.
I hold back the tears as I wave goodbye. I turn around quickly before either of us has time to regret. Before either of us says anything more and falls into the trap of leaving words unsaid.
I keep my eyes on the ground. Then, I look ahead, and walk forward.
On a normal day I would treasure this tale and spread it through song. My predicament now is… I don’t think anyone will be there to hear me.
To bring back our loves, I won’t say no to a bit part. This is my duty, even if it was not planned. Even if I promised my friends I would be with them, every step of the way, until the three of us returned to the star, together.
Even if I have to be the first to go.
I set my sights to the darkened path. Ashes pepper the streets and the air, making it even harder for me to steady my breathing. The rubble mocks our mighty home, now consumed in a blaze. Left and right I find creatures beyond my wildest imagination, beyond even the strangest concepts I ever beheld, towering over friends, clutching them, and… I refuse to watch further. Even if I shield my eyes, the roar of the beasts and the crashing of the stars tell me, Look. This is all real. Too painfully real, I’d argue.
And, above, the warmth of the sun has disappeared, and the stars refuse to share their comfort. The stars cannot, not like this, clearly; the darkness above me—above all of us—is no longer the sky.
What has become of the so-called “heavens,” with patches of smoke that replace the clouds? Where thunder and lightning take their turns, unstopping?
It is an abyss waiting to devour us whole. To erase us.
When I look up and stare at the apocalypse in its face, I feel small.
But I mustn’t give in. I keep my eyes forward, to the darkened path.
This is the road I will walk.
One foot in front of the other. Inhale, exhale. Close my eyes, then watch my step. Repeat. After turning a few corners, I am here.
I refuse to see what is before me—not again, I beg to myself. Before all the hairs on my body stand, I shake the nightmare away, and, to my relief, I am back on the seafloor.
Silence once again. This is my time, now.
‘Twas right of Emet-Selch to have chosen this location to “rebuild” our home, I think. The dreams of eld have sunk and crumbled, and this place is very fitting.
Ever the slave to sentiment.
On another plane / You still sing my name
This is not “my” fight, no. I have nothing to worry about. Just like this Amaurot, this Hythlodaeus is just a mirage.
What that means is this is not my final resting place. I strongly hold close to the theory that once returned to the star and my soul cleansed in the Underworld, I will remember what we lost, and what I missed.
It simply means that it is not yet time. To begin, we first must see the end, isn’t that right?
For now, I exist in solitude, in stasis… waiting.
High above, surrounded by the stars, bright and blinding, along with our people—when I think about it, I don’t feel so lonely. Not anymore. I will be patiently waiting for you.
‘Tis true I may no longer bask under the light of the stars with you again, but, up here, I am way ahead of you!
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Astrālis, e, adj. astrum, relating to the stars. This is a space-inspired theme featuring 12 zodiac constellations made from CSS, with love (and pain). Color aesthetics inspired by @jaesthm.
PXU photoset tutorial, lightbox tutorial, video resizing script, like & reblog button tutorial by shythemes
inline images resizing script by gukthemes
“SaturnIcons” icon font by saturnthms
“rotating stars” pen by Lucas Bebber
sidebar icon in this preview: “Light” by Shilin
background image by davehugs
Be sure to follow the terms of use and like/reblog if you’re using this theme! Please contact me if you have any questions/problems with the coding and I’ll try to help you as much as I can! ♥
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