#THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A WARM UP

[toorvu]

Only I know where your Heart is

[khickuwa]

you and the sea; and beauty is within the eye of the beholder.

[randevu-01]

iii creature👹👁️

inspiration: bearded vulture, the only bird to dye its feathers for cosmetic purposes

[andva-ri]

★💛🤍💜🖤 ★ ⚡🤘🏿 ⚡★ 🖤🤍💜 ★ 🖤🤍💚★

punk concert in the sewers

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[miicycle]

i miss him

[kapsloc7]

get this freak out of my thoughts

[butch-creeper]

I don't even draw anything else anymore it's just these two someone is possessing my fucking hands rn

[yaoyuren]

everyday is kiss day if you're crazy enough

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[clockworkslick]

"Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones, but you still have to choose."

[chicoryblue]

Wanna join?

[sincerelyalexxx]

✨Wriothesely✨

[ryuuseini]

I have... too many thoughts about these two despite not finishing free yet

[your-dead-european-ancestor]

So i may be slightly obsessed with nibblys design

[naiad-lagoon]

flufftober day 11 - sweet tooth

pairing: xiao/aether (can be read as platonic or romantic) word count: 622

“What is this?”

Aether has to suppress a smile. His arm is extended to give the small cone to Xiao, but currently the adeptus seems more interested in inspecting the offering. His gaze is rapt as he studies it for a moment, then he straightens and looks at Aether.

“It’s food,” Aether explains, “Not your usual almond tofu, but I think you might like this too. It’s called a snow cone.”

Xiao finally takes the cone, lifting it to look at it once more. “You said that snow is not real food.” He looks pointedly at the other. Aether’s mouth twists with amusement.

In his conversations with Xiao, he has learned to expect odd statements from the yaksha on occasion, often said absentmindedly. Every now and then, he would say something peculiar even compared to the other adepti.

— — — — — 

“Once the snow is thick enough, we can eat it.”

That had given Aether pause. For one, Xiao’s diet—to Aether’s knowledge—consisted of maybe two servings of almond tofu a week when he was feeling indulgent, so eating was a rare conversational topic between them. For another thing, snow?

“Xiao… snow isn’t food.”

“Oh.”

Xiao had paused for a moment, like he was considering something, before he appeared to shake off whatever was on his mind and they continued with their day.

— — — — — 

“It isn’t really snow, it’s shaved ice. It’s mostly water and syrup, so I think it’ll be easy for you to eat.”

Xiao still isn’t completely convinced. “Why is it… red?” His eyes flick up from inspecting the cone. “That is the syrup?” Aether nods, and at last Xiao takes the smallest bite he can, as he often does when trying new foods. He takes another, which Aether considers a resounding success.

“Good?”

Xiao hums. “It is acceptable.”

Definitely a success, then. Aether finally allows his grin to widen, and he takes a bite of his own snow cone.

They sit in silence for a while, simply enjoying their treats and each other’s company. It is quiet moments like this that Aether can always come back to while venturing in other nations, when the busyness of it all becomes a bit too much. He adds this to his list of tangible memories—physical things he can repeat to relive a moment, like how he picks flowers when he misses Lumine, or skips stones when he is feeling nostalgic. Now he has snow cones for when he is seeking a feeling of soft quiet. 

Warm smugness settles in his stomach as Xiao actually finishes off the snow cone—there was cause for celebration whenever he found something that Xiao not only tolerated, but actively enjoyed. “I knew you had a sweet tooth.”

“A… what?”

“A sweet tooth, it means you have a preference for sweets.”

Xiao’s brows draw together. “That is another nonsensical mortal phrase?”

Aether shrugs, finishing off his own treat. “I suppose. Would you want to try this again? I can bring you a different flavor next time.” This was something Aether already had in mind when he decided to bring Xiao a snow cone today in lieu of almond tofu. If he liked them, it could be a jumping off point for expanding the adeptus’s palate if he could be convinced to sample other flavors.

“That would be fine. You… are not obligated to bring me things though.” Xiao shifted, clearing his throat before continuing. “I do not mind your company without sweets.”

Impulsively, Aether bumps his shoulder to Xiao’s fondly, causing the adeptus to startle briefly at the unexpected contact. “I like figuring out things to bring you. Next time I think we can try a green apple flavor.” Who knows, maybe he can get Xiao on board with tart flavors too.

[homopathy69]

”O compassionate ones,

this person is going from this world to the other shore

He is leaving this world

He is dying without choice

He has no friends

He is suffering greatly

He has no refuge

He has no protector

He has no allies

The light of this life has set

He is going to another world

He is entering dense darkness

( - - )

He is embarking on a great battle

He is seized by the great evil spirit

He is terrified by the messengers of the Lord of Death

( - - )

He is helpless

The time has come when he must go on alone without a friend ”

Quote from བར་དོ་ཐོས་གྲོལ་ (Bardo Thödröl) commonly known in the west as The Tibetan Book of the Dead.

My brother, when he still lived with me, read this book to me a few times, though I barely remember any of it. Now it is quite the clashing of two ideologies and symbolism but i couldnt stop thinking about it when drawing this so :P

[feelo-fick]

"it feels like just yesterday you wanted to kick me in the throat..."

"that WAS yesterday! good times..."

og post :]