#handdrawnfantasma

[starsandauras]

handdrawnfantasma

 “I log in to do some stuff in the FFXIV character creator, get some...”

gotta love those 'it must be a Sign' moments, and also: i literally had to do a double-take when i saw your icon bc i'm so used to your old one!! this new one is neat tho

Tumblr it's nice to tell people when they have replies.

 It's Bri! It's her in her ninja gear at the Azim Steppe WHERE I NEED HER TO LIVE LET MY VIOLENT GIRL LIVE HERE SQUARE.

[neraiutsuze]

ffxv d&d au where ardyn is actually a mostly alright dude until you put him in the dungeon master's chair, where he masterminds the most gruelling storylines (he walked out for the evening when gladio rolled a 20 to have his character pull giant fuckin stone columns out of the ground because How Do You Deal With Something That Extra and thats why episode gladio is the way it is-- /shot)

snORT

best au 100% Would Read

actually would also just generally read a fic about the guys playing d&d bc i have a mental image of prompto actually being the DM and pulling batshit crazy plots out of his ass and having a ball, complete with character voices for all the npcs

[bazaarines]

i'm laughing that on ur ship circle both roadhog and junkrat just have big ol' STOP THAT X-es through them. stop junkrat and roadhog

they got what they deserved

[neraiutsuze]

handdrawnfantasma replied to your post: i swear to god if i see that goddamn post or any...

is someone spreading misinformation in greggs again lad

yeah it was misinformation

[neraiutsuze]

handdrawnfantasma replied to your post: searching for star trek books at my local library...

i barely have a toe in star trek and i love this

i feel like when i joked about mirror kira being into actual kira and then she absolutely explicitly was

you’d think i’d stop being surprised by star trek but i just never am

[bazaarines]

so i just thought you should know when i liked that chair in the surf photo i had the thought of "this is either a king knut and the sea aesthetic or a sand guardian aesthetic" except then i realised that the sand guardian guardian of the sand is literally just king knut for the modern day, both ineffectually telling the sea to fuck off. what have i done, isa

FEL OH MY GOD

[bazaarines]

friend aesthetics, 1/?

i decided to make aesthetic sets for friends who have a rly clear Aesthetic in my head, so here are lucy (@walpurgisdawn) and fel (@handdrawnfantasma) !! space twins.

— capricorn skull in lucy’s set is from shitty horoscopes by amrit brar.

[neraiutsuze]

neil dylandy and Q for that writing meme, go :>

for a minute i forgot what this was about and thought you meant q from star trek

Q. One missed call.

He refused the calls when he was fifteen, feeling betrayed and furious that Lyle had just fucked off back to boarding school now of all times. Not that there were many to begin with, but Neil would watch the display ring out on each one  out of principle.

He didn’t answer when he was seventeen, running with the kind of people Mam would darkly call ‘lost souls’ in a frustratingly futile attempt at reaching someone who could carry some blame for the bombing. He wasn’t proud of what he was doing, but he was long past caring - except that he still didn’t want Lyle to know. He didn’t want the fight, not any more, but more importantly he didn’t want to face Lyle’s judgement.

Nor did he answer when he was nineteen, out of the gangs and in the army, equally frustrated but now with a growing kill-count, because however much he missed his brother he knew there would be an argument about the money that was anonymously arriving in Lyle’s account every month, and Neil refused to give him an excuse not to accept it. 

He couldn’t answer when he was twenty, after hiding the name Neil Dylandy behind Level Seven locks and joining Celestial Being. Even keeping his old phone was probably a violation of secrecy, but it wasn’t even as if Lyle really tried any more. As long as all he did was watch the display light up with Lyle’s name and fade out, and let those years of missed calls notifications pile up, Neil-- Lockon Stratos figured nobody else needed to know. 

He was 24, and the door to his room was buckling as he slammed his entire body weight into it for the third time. As it crashed open, the faint noise of the phone began, buzzing insistently in its bag at the bottom of his closet. Neil ran out of the destroyed doorway towards the Gundam hangar. 

He didn’t even hear it.