#[ Inwa ]

[houserosaire]

Prompt #8: Shed

Silvaineaux stood like a very cooperative statue as Alain peeled off his armor. Ponze of weight lifted from him with that careful work and if his valet had some complaints or thoughts about the sand his earlier pacing had left on his boots, he seemed to judge that this was not the time to speak them. Silvaineaux was as grateful for that silence as he was for the weight Alain helped him shed with his pauldrons and breastplate. 

It was not until Alain had finished and buckled the last piece onto the stand for maintenance and polishing that Silvaineaux finally felt light enough to drag himself out of the weight of his thoughts. He turned to Alain then, reaching out to squeeze the man’s shoulder. “Thank you.” 

Alain’s rather sober face briefly lit with a small smile. There was an understanding in that smile that Silvaineaux suddenly thought only a few people shared. In his turn he noticed the tightness around Alain’s eyes, the set of his jaw that said the pain that troubled him was exceptionally troublesome today. “Of course, my lord.” Was all he said.

“Leave the polishing and such until tomorrow.” Silvaineaux said. “It is late. I’m for bed and you should be too.”

Alain didn’t argue, which told Silvaineaux how bad it was and added another layer of guilt to that which hung over him in place of his armor. 

He watched his valet out of sight down the hallway before closing the armory door and making his own way back to his rooms. He shed another more ephemeral layer when he closed the door of the bedroom behind him. He stripped his underlayers off slowly, sinking back into the morass of his thoughts.

Here in this silent space with only his thoughts he did not need to try to conceal them. He let that too fall away, like a mask cracking and breaking off his face. And when he sank finally into the chair beside the fire he allowed his shoulders to slump with it. 

He had never liked Viper, though he found him pretty enough in his way. But then Silvaineaux had always found it was very hard to like someone when they made their distaste of you so apparent. He had never understood anything other than dislike in the way Viper was with him. And if much later he had learned that that dislike was in part born of grief and disappointment it did nothing to help his own feelings regarding it.

Here in his own quiet space with the company of the crackling fire he could admit that he had disliked Viper as much because that incomprehensible hatred wounded his own feelings as for any other reason. Viper, he thought, had disliked him for not being his older brother.

Yet for all that bad blood and unknowingly shared grief he would never have wished Viper the kind of harm he had met tonight. They had never been friends but perhaps without his knowledge they had always been something like family. It had hurt to watch Viper bleed, to hear Inwa cry, and to know there was nothing he could do about either thing.

It hurt still more in some place between feelings and pride that Elias had chosen to defy him so. That his own effort to stop the whole mess had not been enough. He had always thought that dragoon trusted him. He had thought Elias liked him enough to listen. He had failed there somewhere too. 

Tonight the weight of the ways he had failed people he cared for, his people, was far heavier than the armor Alain had stripped from him. It was impossible to shed. The burn of the whiskey didn’t sear it away and after a moment Silvaineaux set his glass aside and let his face fall into the cradle of his hands. At least here, with only the fire and the drink for company, he could drop the pretense that it didn’t touch him.

@thedarknesssings for Viper, @blisteringstar for Inwa, @gorgagne-viperidae for Elias A belated post Priarch RP reaction story.

[thedarknesssings]

This Fate

Content warning:  Mentions of death and explosions. Characters: Edarien; mentions of Inwa @daylightrays, Rain @rain-grey-falcon, and the Priarch A-Team.

Darkness.

The ethereal swell of eternity breathes at the same rate as him.  The Sleeper dwells in the depths, eyes closed and mind branching outward.  Twinges of colour burst with the dark waters around him.  Like buds blooming on a tree branch, they follow a pattern.  

-I could love for a thousand years before time caught me in the lie.-

Ping!  A memory of the past, a bloom in the dark.

He recalls writing this in a journal some years ago.  How long now?  Ten years?  A lifetime?  Years blend together when one walks through them asleep.  He rolls in the depths. The dust billowing upwards muddies the water, churning his thoughts.

There is a difference he finds in losing things by choice or by force.  The sound of the explosion echoes in his ears.  The tinkling of glass raining down around him and the eerie silence in the aftermath haunt him even here.  These memories are poignant, digging claws down into his existence to the core of him.  

He breathes and the darkness weeps.

The old adage isn’t wrong.  He didn’t miss the water until someone blew up the well.  Their life had bled through his fingers, while his life clings to his ribs as if the shards of shrapnel and glass stapled it there.  The pain within his chest is far worse than anything done to his outsides.

-As all things do, they end.-

The Sleeper’s face crunches up with distaste.  The memories are bitter on his tongue amongst the swirl of salt and copper.  His hands clench into fists and he’s forced to swallow how deep his attachment to both lost is.

Rain.  A heart twice given. Once lost to the folly of his spouse’s own ambitions and reforged in a spark of twisted opportunity. Impossible means nothing in the face of his desires. 

Inwa.  A yearning long left to smolder in the shadows.  Excuses piled upon blindness and a lack of action to claim an end to their wandering.  He will drift no more.  

A groan rumbles through the depths.  The waters heave and roll.  The want to lie in the darkness and mull over his losses weighs heavy on him.  Healing ticks time by.  A few hours, a few days, the outer shell of his being mends and resumes function.  He need not lie here and lick his wounds.  Appendages shift in the water, forcing the darkness to abate.

The desire in the core of his being beats in the same rhythm as the pair of hearts he’s lost.  No, not lost.  They know where to look, where to find their lingering spirits.  The aetherflow.  To that end he will go, to the depths beyond the flow if need be.  We forge our own hells, they say, and he will see them freed from theirs before they forget where they belong.  This is not a fate he is willing to accept. 

They are his.

Dark water flows from the figure emerging from the cavern lake.  Far below the surface, the only illumination glows electric blue, a rare form of lichen that coats the walls in lightning crackles.  A black leather boot steps free of the water, the soles thick and solid when one after another foot comes down on the bedrock.  The leather hugs the curve of his calf well up over his knee, giving way to leather pants mid thigh.  The buckles on the boots and at his belt spark silver in the blue light.  A long coat drapes down his back, the skirt of it swaying with his step.  

A gloved hand rises, the silver claws decorating his fingers absorb the illumination in the cavern and streak it through the shorter strands of his hair.  The blue-black locks curl lightly around the base of his ears, against the sides of his neck and nape.  The fire from the explosion had shorn the once near-waist length hair from him and etched scars into more than his flesh.  Scars that need not be.  A sureness possesses his stride, straightens his spine, and hardens his gaze. 

”I choose to walk alone no longer.”

[jacobgoldencom]

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[justthinkingaboutlouis]

Something something Night changes

[beeholyshit]

WOWZERS

[catboybiologist]

Bet you're too cowardly to even post tummy not on a tuesday

Prithee, though hath vexed me! Verily I was tricked, nay, vexed, into posting mine stomach on but a Monday!

But hark! What younger time breaks! The clock doth strike midnight before the hour of posting, and Tuesday remains pure!

[soadscrawl]

thinking very hard abt angus mcdonald boy detective on this fine thursday

[romatito]

in the last splendor you posted (about João) I noticed I have an EXACTLY SAME pipe! it's incredible!! and most of all...isn't it damn similar to abel's?

so ill be 100% real, i had more of a "i just think they're neat" moment when i was drawing it bc i think those pipes are cool... but now this is absolutely canon to my au. they share it regularly bc otherwise theyd go insane.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hi i don't have the specific comic issue, but i do have this panel (in response to charles being a screamer). enjoy.

First person who finds this issue name gets a crisp and uncomfortably-cold handshake from me

[misslydian]

*showing my friend who knows nothing about One Piece my figures*

Friend: *looking at Sabo* He looks reckless

[spooksier]

i know a bird motif hate to see me coming

[cowboybeebonk]

I haven’t even seen the new trailer yet but every time I see the thumbnail I keep thinking of this

[lomltrentarnold]

❛ alleged girlfriend. ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

❪ part one / part two ❫

‣ warning : fem!reader, somewhat fake relationship au but not really, trent and reader aren’t really dating but there are rumours 👀 and they are not denying anything sigh, flirting, i think they like each other idk 🤷‍♀️

‣ hana’s notes : i really liked writing this concept idk why 😭 it was making me smiling and shit 😭 maybe i’ll do more fake relationship au with trent!! hope yall enjoy this mwah 🫶

MAIN MASTERLIST

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trent never really liked parties. sometimes its way too loud, way too stuffy, and way too many people. if it was his teammates or friends he was fine. but sometimes it was strangers that just loves to ask too many questions that he feels like he’s in an interview more than a conversation. some just wanted to hear the drama about the transfers and relationships rumours.

“so trent, the fans want to know if you’re seeing someone or not.”

speaking of relationship rumours.

trent involuntary scrunched his face. if he hears that question one more time or anything related to that he is going to go crazy. the amount of times he has to dodge answering that question this night alone was insane.

it all started with a viral tweet recently that went out on how trent was always “seen” with this one person, a girl specifically, over these past weeks. everyone went haywire with assumptions. articles were posted, people were flooding his dms and his ig posts are full of comments about this mysterious girl.

who? when? how?!

“hello, pardon, i’m so sorry to interrupt, but can i steal him for a bit.”

timing couldn’t have been anymore perfect.

he snapped his head towards you so fast, you can positively hear his neck crack. with the sound of your voice, he could suddenly feel the clouds clearing, the room felt less stuffy, the birds were chirping and everything seemed fine.

your hands wrapped around trent’s forearm, moving to stand close to him, as you smiled politely at the person in front of him.

in all honesty you have been keeping your eyes on him ever since you saw an interviewer that you recognised speaking to him. with trent’s body language, anyone could tell that he wanted to get out of that conversation. so you excuse yourself from your friends and made your way to trent, a strategy already in mind.

the person nodded their head quickly, “yes, yes of course miss.” before they cheekily added, “wouldn’t want to keep you away from your man.”

trent internally cringed, he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed but instead he heard you giggle, your hands squeezing his bicep tighter. but trent knows you, he knows that was not your real laugh.

but when he turned to look at you, he can see that your eyes were sparkling, you were wearing an adorable smile that pulls on his heartstrings, the lights of the room making your skin all glowy and he thinks he might pass out.

as you both bid your goodbyes, trent immediately rested his warm hand at your back, guiding you through the room. you both ended up in a secluded area, hoping that it was out of the eyes of other people. but that proved wrong because you could feel every pair of eyes on you and trent as you both walked together.

leaning against a wall, you turned to look into his brown eyes that you have become fond of. you smiled at him, eyes involuntary dropping down to his rose tinted lips as he licked them, before it curls into one of his pretty grin that never fails to make you swoon.

suddenly you look over trent’s shoulder, you saw a group of people taking picture of both of you.

you can already see the tweets.

trent alexander-arnold seen with the same girl at a party last night!

trent alexander-arnold getting cozy with someone?

is trent alexander-arnold in a relationship? or is it just casual?

is trent alexander-arnold no longer single?

you smile dropped, and trent grew concerned, “what is it?”

you looked at him, an apology ready in your mind. “i’m so sorry. you just looked uncomfortable and i thought i’d came in and save you. but i am so sorry if that was crossing a line. because with the way it looked we aren’t beating the rumours anytime soon.” you rambled.

trent shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. “nah, it’s fine. thank you for savin’ me.” he smirked, at your relief face before a teasing look appeared on his face, “but, ya didn’t say anything when the guy said i was ‘your man’.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how your heart was beating like crazy, —this gorgeous man was standing right in front of you. you could smell his cologne, you needed to calm down— “you’re very welcome by the way.”

with the smirk never leaving his face, he took a step forward towards you, closing in on your space. you could see his dimples better like this.

“aren’t worried that people are going take our pictures together? with the rumours?” you voiced out, concern plastered on your face.

he shrugged, “nah, not really. reporters say a lot of things, doesn’t really bother me.”

you slowly nodded your head in understanding, lips pursed as a second of silence passed. “so…”

“so…” trent coughed out, he moved between the balls of his feet, “wanna get out of here?” he whispered, scrunching his nose in a way that has you smiling like a lovesick fool.

your nervously looked to the crowd, seeing if anybody was still staring. when you were positive no one was, you looked at trent, nodding with a smile, “yeah, okay.” you took his hand in yours, missing the way his eyes went wide and a shy smile appeared on his lips.

he interlock your fingers together, “let’s go, then.”

you don’t think you’re going to beat the allegations anytime soon.

tell me what you think babes <3 also part 2 ?? update : i posted pt2

[juggaloyaoi]

remember when i make art.. the happy sniling sisters

[whereismyhat5678]

So for the longest time my brother has been BEGGING ME to draw Sonic for him (I have to say it’s a hyper-fixation for my brother LOVES Sonic 😅)

And it took me so long to do it cuz’ DAMN IT FOR THE LONGEST TIME THE SNOUT WAS SO COMPLICATED UUGGGGHH-💥💥💥💥

But I DID IT. I finally drew him, and I’d say he looks WAY better than how I used to draw him 👀💧(Sonic wasn’t my fav character and to be frank I never really played the Sonic games but HECK I still tried 😭)

So anyways HERE SOME SKETCHES FROM YESTERDAY-

And because I think it’s be funny if Sonic met Peppino (cuz they’re both fast as fuck-) I did some crossover art:

The last one used this photo 💀:

[frontseathater]

🤨