#Storm Guard

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gift by AnorakNR

[hah-studios]

This is a good ship

[astrolavas]

doodles for any sport in a storm's 2nd anniversary. WOO!

[olessan]

Here's a little Dorym I started last month after watching 4-Sided Dive but didn't finish until now

[smallpapers]

but he sang louder and louder inside the house

ough,,,, I started this drawing in june 2022 and have finally finished it,,,, waughhhhh

(edit: print)

[breannastewart]

just some vets and their rookie, feat. jewell + nneka + nika 🥹

[idonothavewings]

orym hitting us with “do you ever miss your mortality? its pretty great, living a lifetime” while turning to catch dorian’s eye and smile at him like hinting that he’s the reason that living is greaT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[marionette-j2x]

"KNOWING YOU"

Part 1 (Here) / Part 2 / Part 3 (Final)

Inspired from @beaniewinnie96 Beanie's Artwork on twitter.

Enjoy! 😊❤️

BUY ME A MILO COFFEE?

[muyru-iru]

At the start of the duty. Every Unit is the same in that manner

[ceemi]

i love this panel

[st4r-t3ars]

Snapshot

Sleepy cuddles time

[captainmartin20]

this was for me.

[thes-hitoverlord]

[planetkiimchi]

the truth, revealed | d.sc

featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader

word count: 845 words

taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @welcometomyoasis

author's note: couldn’t think of a reason for y/n's brother to just give up fighting so… have a revolution i guess 🤷‍♀️ also sorry for the long wait </33 i hope this double update serves as apology enough

warning — forest fire, immolation (killing people by burning)

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When he entered, it occurred to you that your brother didn’t know how to kneel. His knees were spotless, soft skin covering the joint, a stark contrast to Sicheng’s calloused, darkened knees, too used to kneeling as a sign of respect.

So when your brother bent to greet you, that older brother of yours, it took everything you had not to dislodge his knees from their sockets, to cripple him, because even that would not be payment enough for how much he had hurt you.

His eyes had lost their decisive gleam, their manipulative, triumphant glimmer. Now he was only a shell of what he had been, stripped of his authority over you, forced to grovel at your feet for mercy.

However, though you were just and reasonable, you were also a ruler, and there were some times that mercy was not an option.

One of those times would be now.

“Stand.” Your brother jumped to his feet, desperate to please you, and you looked straight ahead, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking him straight in the eye. Once he had returned to his place, the judge began the trial.

The documents you had spent so much time preparing were read out, the camera footage from the night your brother had “broken” Sixue out of jail displayed for all to see. You watched as Sicheng fell to his knees, the scene replaying in your head. All of a sudden you could feel sand brushing against your skin, could feel the scorching heat, and your throat felt constricted.

Breathing in deeply, you forced yourself to calm down, stonily staring at the video, refusing to display even a hint of a reaction.

When it had finished playing, you saw your brother’s jaw clench. You could almost hear him grinding his teeth, a habit that you’d become all too familiar with. There was annoyance in the lines of his face, the tick in his jaw, and the set of his eyebrows.

The judge waved a hand for the first of the witnesses you had gathered to make his way to the stand. The witness—Guan Heng was his name—lived in the outskirts in a small town called Luoyang, and he had been 18 when your parents mysteriously disappeared.

After months of searching, you’d identified him as the sole witness of your parents’ death. Much like you had suspected, your brother had killed them, and everyone in the village had been killed afterwards, so he would leave no traces. The village in which your parents were killed was near a forest, and at that time of year, it was prone to forest fires.

The fire that wiped out the village hadn’t been of much significance, except when 18-year-old Guan Heng came back from his friend’s place in the village over, only to see that there was no one out and about, and the flames were blazing with no one to take care of it.

Struck with suspicion, he had gone from door to door, only to discover villagers sitting around their dinner tables, limp and lifeless. Blood coated the walls, but there had been little traces of struggle. It was almost as if an entire army had been dispatched to enter the doors at the same time, shooting at the villagers before they had a chance to react, their screams cut short by the life bleeding out from them.

Overcome with rage and sorrow, Guan Heng had gone back to his friend, mobilising the village to put out the fire, and arranging burials for the villagers. After putting out the fire, all that was left of the forest was ashes. However, Guan Heng swore that he had seen soldiers dressed in peasants’ clothes frequenting the bar in his friend’s village, and there were rumours that three members of the royal family were there as well.

Your parents’ bodies were never found, but it was likely that they had been tied to a tree and the forest set on fire. Your only hope was that the lack of oxygen had made them unconscious, so they would not have had to suffer the pain of the fire on their skin.

At the time, Guan Heng was only a teenager, powerless to do anything against the people that wiped out his entire village. However, as he grew older, he grew smarter, and he became certain that someone within the royal family had been the cause for his family’s death.

Guan Heng had been the one to start the anti-monarchy movement, which Sixue had been part of, causing her to land in prison. Now, he stood at the witness stand, facing your brother, and he spoke.

“I am Guan Heng from Luoyang,” he said, his voice clear and loud. It carried within the court, and you saw something flash in your brother’s eyes.

Without warning, the doors to the court burst open, and an army of sorts stood before you. You didn’t need to turn your head to know Sicheng had stiffened, and your clothes fluttered in his direction.

Trouble was brewing.

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[smallpapers]

when i first met you in april

[tomboygays]

Old drawing I didn't post