#REN!!!!HIIIII

[lios-archive]

curly :((( neil :((((

Curly NEIL. CURLY NEIL . CURLY NEIL ALERT AUGH . Feeling absolutely normal while he's standing there like :] oK

[novelarrts]

these may be outta character but they made me laugh🔥🔥🔥

[vldlance]

julance week two: goofball

gay crisis klance is my favorite 💙

[kwoomochi]

I want to post more pegoryu I love them sm they are everything rahhh

[riacte]

for you the world @yellowtyn

[darling-renyuu]

and time can't stop me quite like you did; auron & rook

fic summary: just rook, and how red became their favorite color. a/n: this popped into my head and i had to write it down before i lose it forever. also, my rook's side of the whole thing (but hehe i hope you like it (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)) word count: 845 words

the first time was a well-hidden farce.

his hands were shaking minutely as he spoke words that meant everything and nothing all at once. ones he had rehearsed over and over and over in front of a mirror until he went insane - but he was not sitting face to face with his own soul. no, not at all.

he asked himself once: how can someone be so unknown and so familiar to him all at once? how can someone be so like and unlike him?

his red hair made his vision blur, yet why do his veins yearn to flow through them? when did red make him feel so alive? when did brown eyes feel so cold?

it's truly odd.

everything about him makes his blood thrum and sing songs of unwritten epilogues. like stars etched with scarlet thread in his skin, longing to return to the heights. he's ecstatic when sanguine fills his periphery until its all he could think about. words and jargon blur on his screen, forming a silhouette that makes his heart yearn.

the second time was an instinct.

he should have felt fear. that's what they've taught them in school, right? red means a warning. a blaring message telling you to stop and run away.

though, red feels warm amongst the candles. intimate, with the light dancing around his hair and making him glow. he knows from those brown eyes that his soul is cold and battered and broken down until poisoned shards remain.

with every drop of wine, he could feel himself pressing his ear to the shattered mirror to hear the faint thump of a heart. the edges bite into his skin, but he smiles.

he feels like a fool; a happy fool. one who bares out a piece of his being to let this blood-soaked dagger lodge itself into the softness underneath.

grabbing his chin was an instinct. he needed to brand himself into his memory just like he had for him. he wanted hazel eyes to tint his vision just like brown eyes had for him.

it was a gamble, a risk, but it was a calling. it was a glint of something more that went beyond silly fantasies and fiction. it was as if his offer could put words to paper and make them come alive.

and it did.

the third was an epiphany.

the festivities were nothing compared to the joy he felt when that red appeared once again. he realized that red meant something new; an intriguing vulnerability, like blood underneath hardened skin, coiled around barbed bones.

he wanted to catch a glimpse of the man in an ivory tower. the man whose walls were crawling with crimson-tainted ivy, his gardens filled with fire and fury.

and somehow, in between, where the heavens and the earth meet, he did.

speaking so candidly with him felt odd. like seeing snow on the beach. so, so strange, but beautiful.

it was if they were circling each other, entangling themselves in a song and dance where their eyes and skin communicate for them.

his lips, bitten until they looked like cherries; his cheeks, blooming in rose... and that addicting scarlet bleeding like ink into the sheets.

before he knows it, red has become his favorite color.

Rook's eyes blink open, groaning softly. His hips hurt like hell, but hey, at least last night's shenanigans weren't some dream that would fade in the morning...

The ceiling of Auron's penthouse greets him, and he snuggles right back into the covers like a darling thing.

Like some kind of rare event, Auron was still asleep. The sun greets his peaceful form, the invisible string tying his brows together was not pulled taut for once. Rook simply stops, focusing on how his arm fits snugly against his waist, how his breaths slowly synched with his.

That article he read pops up in his mind again. The one about a pair of heartbeats synching when being in close proximity. Would theirs do that too? Would the silence be adorned with two heartbeats, seemingly fitting into the quiet as one?

He swallows, resting his cheek back into the pillow. He laughs softly to himself, thinking of all the ways Auron would chide him when he wakes up. Maybe something about "watching him in his sleep" or something.

And yet, even if they were entwined a few hours prior, he longs to touch. To feel, once again, the hum of his pulse against his fingertips. One that his soul is willing to echo.

He slowly brushes a finger against his cheek, his breath catching in anticipation. He knows he doesn't need to be so soft. His heart says otherwise.

And so, with a swipe of his thumb against his cheekbone, he lets out a breath with a quiver. His hazel eyes catch the sunlight. If ever Auron were to awaken at this moment, he would see red in the color of love; a subtle thing, something cautious and curious, blooming in the cracks.

for the fourth, time stops like it never had before.

writing belongs to @/darling-renyuu. please do not repost. art belongs to @/jackieeleanor.

[usertoxicyaoi]

MEGURO REN. For XBlush (2023).

[butchdykekondraki]

a fun part of having a girlfriend who has post notifs on for me is that everytime we post art she just fucking Appears to reblog it 20 times within 1 minute . as is her right

[boydykepdf]

3 recent albums...ty 4 the tag @serethereal <3

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[shirogane-oushirou]

had another ren dream last night. i'm Winning.

maybe bc i was thinking about that "your f/o talking in their sleep" posts and what kinds of dreams i have, i dreamed i was back in art school (despite IN THE DREAM myself AND my profs acknowledging i'd graduated 10 years prior), but the college was in my childhood home???? i had to do multiple in-class group assignments, and my partners kept ditching me or not doing the work so i ended up having to do most of it.

a childhood friend showed up and we started catching up (still in class lol) but he suddenly turned into ren. and then instantly i went from "that's my childhood friend!" to "that's my boyfriend who i love and adore!!" and we started being so lovey-dovey and gross that the other students didn't want to be around us ;;; like eventually the class kind of scattered / class time ended, and the current prof excused herself so she wouldn't bother us.

and we just spent the rest of the dream sitting together, walking around and holding hands, hugging each other while repeatedly sighing in a pleased tone, kissing, talking face-to-face while looking into each other's eyes... genuinely imagine the most insufferable high school couple you've ever seen KJANDFKJNFSD. it's so funny bc i don't think i'm a pda kind of person but we were just. On Top Of Each Other, couldn't stand to be more than a couple of feet apart. and i enjoyed every disgusting bit of it until i eventually woke up.

[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

14 + 19 +24 + 29 please <33

14. a song that you would love played at your wedding

ooh im a classic sort of guy so either sunday kind of love or at last, both by etta james!!! there is another answer here but i will not say it out loud so. but also shes always a woman by billy joel + fade into you by mazzy star + here we go by punch-drunk love

19. a song that makes you think about life

tbh everything does but anything off of bill callahan's sometimes i wish i were an eagle, van morrison's astral weeks, nick cave, leonard cohen, joan baez, bill withers, johnny cash, mitski, etc-- all the contemporary masters of el duende

24. a song by a band that you wish were still together

a better son/daughter by rilo kiley .... truly one of the greatest rock acts of the 2000s but theu split and it was MESSYYY 🫢🫢🫢 but oh well at least i saw jenny lewis live

29. a song that you remember from your childhood

i have an entire little playlist but my absolute favorite songs from when i was little were personal jesus by depeche mode, all these things that ive done by the killers, porcelain by moby, sunday shining by finley quaye, and bleeding love by leona lewis (which is still one of the most songs ever tbh. also a LAWT of regina spektor and kt turnstall 🫶)

[pup-pee]

OHHHH MY GO D RU WHEN U SAOIID WHEN U SAID U DIDNT HAVE TIME I ASSUMMED LIKE oh 1 drawing silyl lil doodle NOT 3 OF YM FUNKY GUYS WTHHHHHHAKLJSFH:KJUH>HHh

I SAID I WAS GOING 2 CHOOSE 1 2 MAKE MY PFP 4 SILLIES HOW AM I?!?!? HOW AM I SUPPOSSED?!?!!!!!! AKKMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM??????????????????????????????

THRYE RALL SO WONDERFUL & SILLY GOOFY & I LVEO THEM IM EATING UR ART U CANT STOP MEE NOMNOMAHJWK<n AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <3333333

TRICK OR TREATTTT :3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i couldnt figure out what to do for ur treat so i drew some of ur little guys :) sry fo rno colou ri hasve run outta tim eoops also i don tknow redstoners colours

[riacte]

false and ren bullshitting up lore about how his plants mutated and they're setting things on fire and she's the river lady developing a cure with her water........ is this. is this a superhero enemies AU- [INTERRUPTED BY SOUND OF RAID NOTIFICATION]

No seriously. False using her briefcase as a weapon bc she traps rivers in it. Ren being infected by the spores and his flowers growing out of control.... and in the end it's revealed False is also infected by the spores 😳 and she keeps the spores because she killed / defeated Ren and wants to keep a piece of him because they are crazy

[raz-writes-the-thing]

hiiiii *twirls hair and kicks feet*

disrespectfully thinking about summoning Beej and the only request being that he shoves me up against a wall-

that is all…….😳

-🐝

God, you're so- real for this honestly (i say like we haven't been discussing this in length on discord all day)

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It's not often you get to feel Beej's full name on your tongue, the words dragging over your lips three times like a mantra. In some ways, it was.

There's a fizzle of energy, crackling like thunder preparing to strike. You say it once, twice, and by the third time, there's a smell like moulding fabric growing stronger before he finally appears before you.

"Hey babe," he says, smoothing out his hair with his comb for a moment before fixing you with one of his wide grins. Your gut clenches, the need that's been flooding your system all day coming to a height.

"Beej," you breathe, lids heavy and breath hitched. One of his eyebrows shoots upwards in recognition and suddenly you find yourself pressed firmly against the wall, one cool hand pressing your hand to the plaster behind you and the other trailing down your cheek and throat.

"So it's that kinda call, huh? Naughty thing, aintcha? Callin' little ol' me for a booty call of all things," he chortles. It's a startlingly loud thing, his laugh. "Y'know there's easier ways t'get y'self laid, baby- not that I'm complaining."

Your lips spread into a wide, smile, your tongue clicking against your teeth as a giggle slipped past.

"Oh, I know," you teased, surging forward to flick his nose with your tongue. "But I have way more fun this way."

"Can't argue with that, honey."

[butchdykekondraki]

I could fix whatever is going on with Jay. But also make div worse.

– Quackity 🎲

q you of all people should know good and well that fucker is unfixable