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fam, i'm cooking - short haired Oschon

just don't mind me, bouncing across the walls of my house!! I need to take a lap around my neighborhood, omg 🥵

#ffxivart | #sundaysketches | #noeloschon
picture is of a short haired oschon, his hair is curled and his stupid beautiful dimples look over to the side and WHY DOESN'T HE HAVE A SHIRT?! I DON'T KNOW KAREN, BECAUSE HE'S TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR WORDS?! the background is also green but honestly i'm not even looking at the background...
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Share your couples art! 💕🥰
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Nothing will make you practice anatomy more than nsfw

Omg we learning new things today while I work on this comm

Size difference BELOVED!! I will get you…
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I adore their dynamic! The energy of Orion coupled with the steadfastness of Granson, the true sheer love and tenderness they have for each other. The loyalty!! The underlying current of pure devotion!! ALL OF IT
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LRT The Fate of Ophelia is so Noel, I need you to understand

I’m going to hold you hand while I say it’s *Noel entirely*
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Taylor Swift ✨
Sleeping at Last
Howard Shore
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#wolqotd

If you had to craft a playlist for your WoL/OC using only the songs of a single artist, who would that artist be?
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Thank you so much friend 😭💕
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Tysm!! It means a great deal ❤️💕 here’s hoping!!
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me too friend, praying it gets better <3 tysm
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thank you so much friend, its BEEN ROUGH
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I am so frustrated and heartbroken. We might have to roll back my youngest's allergy OIT because he's having reactions to current dosages even though he's passed all milestones previously. On top of his illness this week, I feel like we've had to take ten steps back

Just going to cry
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graha: can't wait to give myself over to help mankind!
graha 100 years later: wow, okay not like this
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#noellore

Noel is tales told of love first and foremost. The many facets of it - eros, philia, storge and agape. What it means to love -- what that looks like in execution and the ramifications of how it affects others

Also loss, grief, femininity and motherhood. Natural connection and restoration
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#WoLQotD

time to go all out, writers. what themes do you explore in your WoL/OCs character?

for example; aurora tackles themes of femininity, motherhood, womanhood, (in some cases) religion. For me when i make decisions as small as gender it can completely alter how I write a character!!
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Once upon a time there was a catboy
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#noeloschon Oschon's moodboard ⛰️🍃
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AHHHHH THANK YOU!! she's my queen baby girl 💕😭
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#noellore moodboard 🔆🌊
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Omg happy anniversary to them!! Whom I love forever 💕❤️
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In fact I think we should do so with gusto and enthusiasm
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a snippet written in reaction to the new exarch story. 💎🔨 #crystalexarch
#nautwrites
He could not bring himself to drive the hammer down. 

His breath rattled in his ears, hissing wetly on the exhale. He tightened his grip on the hammer; it was his off-hand, but it would have to do.

He could not feel the stone floor beneath his palm, only the intolerable seam between crystal and flesh, jagged crystal rending through muscle and fascia with every wrong move. Raha chokes on a sob, sweaty red strands falling into his eyes; he shoves them out of the way irritably with the back of his hand.

He hefts the hammer, aiming above his target. Bends his elbow back as he tests the weight. Swinging once. Twice. Always coming just shy of the crystal, glimmering faintly in the hearthlight.

It's a sculpture. It's not you. You cannot even feel it. He tries again to bend his fingers, to crook his thumb. There are no tendons nor nerves to convey the action. It isn't his arm anymore, he knows that. It's the Tower's cost. 

Raha shoves the belt between his teeth, incisors biting into the leather as he swings the hammer down.

It clinks harmlessly against the sapphire. False start. That's alright. He has nothing but time to get this right. Three bedridden weeks wasted. Four sin eaters attacks he could not save them from. Twenty or more deaths. They were still digging the graves in the lilac hills. Saliva pools down his chin. He takes a long, shuddering breath, and drives the hammer once more.

The hammer glances off one fractaled edge before spinning out of his hand, knocking over a stool as it spirals beneath the bed. Raha swears inarticulately through the belt. "Come on," he grunts, dragging the dumb, useless weight of his arm as he struggles to wedge himself beneath the bed. 

Staring at the cobwebs and moldering dust, Raha reconsiders his course. There were doubtless volumes in the Crystal Tower's libraries he hadn't accessed. There was no logic behind this choice. There was always another way. 

Crystal shreds through his flesh as he reaches for the hammer. 

He scrabbles out of the bed, staggering for a moment before collapsing against the wall, clutching the hammer as if it were the only thing left to him. His back slides down the wall, and he grimly presses the crystal arm down onto the stone floors. 

He couldn't sleep another night with this weight attached to him. 

He shoves the belt between his teeth, grinding down on his molars as he readies his arm again. He doesn't look at the crystal when he swings— instead he casts his gaze a little further. Told himself he would only drive the hammer into the stone floor. 

Raha's arm shatters in a profusion of crystal shards and viscera.
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please baby PLEASE FOR YOUR MAMA
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thank you so much friend!! me toooo 😭
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thank you so much, its been a rough few days