#ember chara

[underhoneyau]

UNDERHONEY Character Designs

Underhoney AU belongs to me (@/AstridEv)

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[sernik-krakowski]

Collection of (mostly) Areori doodles ive made since beginning orion

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of a younger (around twelve) human Ember McLain, with dark hair and brown eyes, with a glowing blue egg hovering over her cupped hands. She's wearing small blue earrings, a dark blue long sleeved shirt, and a blue plaid skirt. The egg has a design of neon blue flames, and she's looking down at it with a surprised but intrigued smile. The background shows a scattered variety of music note symbols.]

@crossoverdanuary 2024: day 5, shell

Ember getting her guardian character in my & @jus-a-lil-mouse's (who did the rad egg design) shugo phantom au

[sonysakura]

⭐COMMISSIONS OPEN⭐

PM here or preferably send a request on Discord (sonysakura#9455) for a slot! Grab a slot within 24 hours for an extra sketch ✨ Reblogs are very much appreciated!

OFFERS INCLUDE: • Digitally lined and coloured character(s) art; • Cell-shading; • Transparent or simple background; • Scans, .PSD file and/or lineart on request.

Full Terms of Service doc Samples of art style and techniques

@sonic-commissions if you're still here 🙏 Also, Ember the Dragon belongs to @pika-yolo!

[caretaker-au]

AITA?

emberkeelty submitted to caretaker-au:

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/514733.html?thread=3111697837#cmt3111697837 I don’t expect you to publish this but I thought you might enjoy seeing it and I can’t send links in asks. Anon-meme AITA-fic!

[jus-a-lil-mouse]

A newswoman speaks into a microphone outside of large, concrete building. It is night, and there are floodlights illuminating the parking lot she’s standing.

As she begins speaking, the cameraman zooms out to reveal a large fight occurring on the roof of the building, featuring high-school age children in colorful costumes fighting an adult man, also in a costume. The newswoman is interrupted by one of the children being thrown off the building and landing nearby.

She drops her microphone, immediately moving towards the girl. “Dani? Danielle is that you?”

The girl gets up, steadying herself on the reporter. “Sorry, I gotta go!” she says, and the camera follows her as she flies into the air, returning to the fight atop the building.

The camera swings back to the newswoman. She is staring upwards, and her expression quickly turns from concern to cold determination. She looks into the camera, and says “I have to go. My kids are up there.”

-

The house is small. The for-sale sign is still out front, although the realtor put a large SOLD! sticker. The siding is a forest green color, the roof a bright red. The trim used to be white, once; the grass in the lawn is too long to be tasteful and the garden beds look even worse, bricks missing from the border and the flowers crowded by weeds.

Dani can’t help but think it’s perfect.

It’s small inside. There’s no furniture, because they’ll be moving it in this weekend.

The kitchen is red, with an island, and the dining room spills into the living room, where a fireplace is set into the wall. There’s only one hallway, but the flooring is a smooth wood that Dani just knows will be perfect to slide down in socks.

There’s three bedrooms, all different sizes, and three bathrooms, also all different sizes. Mom follows her around, fussing over marks on the walls and scuffs on the floor.

Dani loves it.

Ember is waiting for them in the master bedroom, arms crossed and smirking. “This is my room,” she announces when they open the door. “I saw it first.”

“Actually, I saw it first,” Mom corrects. “So it’s mine. Also, I’m older.”

Dani giggles. Ember’s grin flares up into something real and genuine. “Race you to the medium room,” Ember says, and Dani spins and sprints for her life. Ember has longer legs, but Dani has a head start, and she was right about the hallway floor - she slides through the doorway just a heartbeat before Ember does.

The medium room is on the corner of the house, meaning that Dani’s new room has a view of the front yard and the neighbor’s house. It gets lots of natural light and the walls are currently painted a light gray. The floors are wood, but Dani thinks they might look nice with a rug like in Val’s room, and that she wants to put glow-in-the-dark stars around like in Danny’s room, and get some thick curtains to block the sunlight in the mornings like in Sam’s room.

Ember throws her hands up in defeat. “Well the small room has a bigger closet anyway,” she says, and they both know she’s lying. Dani rolls her eyes and Mom calls for them to help unload the car. Ember is going to college two states away anyway; she doesn’t need a big room at home. Not like Dani, who is going to the nearby community college and living with Mom.

That evening, when they are sitting on the dining room floor eating pizza, Mom takes a work call in the backyard and Ember looks at Dani for a long moment. Solo, Sol, and Lun are in Dani’s dollhouse, one of the only pieces of furniture that came with them from Dad’s. She and Ember are alone for the first time in a while; she’s not used to having her sister’s focused concern.

“Are you good?” Ember asks. Dani nods. “You sure? The house is real small.”

Dani looks down at the half-eaten slice of pizza in her hands. She knows what Ember is really asking. The house isn’t small; it’s just not a mansion. They didn’t take any of their furniture from Dad’s, and Dani left all of her clothes there too, except for a handful of things she’d gotten from Val and Danny and Dash and the other student council members. Mom didn’t make anywhere near as much money as Dad did. Their whole world was smaller now. It was bigger though. Ember and Dani hadn’t spoken much before last year. Dani hadn’t had friends until a few years ago. She hadn’t really had a Mom before a few months ago, though not for Harriet’s lack of trying. So the world is smaller now, but it’s also bigger. It’s different. It’s good.

“It’s small, but I like it,” Dani replies. Then she kicks her sister in the shin, because she can, and because it’s funny.

“You little shit-“

“Amber Masters, what have we discussed about foul language?” Mom says, returning at the perfect moment.

Dani laughs too loudly to hear Ember’s response.

Yeah. It’s good.

-

A companion ficlet to @this-is-z-art-blog ‘s DannyMay piece for today! You can find it here!

[byenycfm]

September Wexley || 30 || #307 || Annie Murphy || Closed

Personality:

The epitome of ostentatious excess and privilege, September is the quintessential embodiment of a vapid, wealthy heiress. Her indifference to the struggles of the less fortunate stands in stark contrast to her immense inherited wealth, casting her as an emblem of privilege oblivious to the wider societal issues surrounding her. In a city that never sleeps, she remained a constant fixture of excess, a glittering example of hollow wealth and shallow indulgence.

Biography:

Born into opulence and raised within the gilded halls of extravagance, September's life has been marked by a relentless pursuit of shallow pleasures. As the middle child of the Wexley dynasty, her identity was enshrouded in a cloud of superficiality, adorned with designer labels and a detachment from the realities of the world beyond her social circle. Having reached her thirties without the need to work or strive for anything meaningful, September's existence revolved around a whirlwind of galas, parties, and an unending procession of luxury vacations. With her insatiable appetite for attention, she often graced the pages of tabloids and social media platforms, showcasing her lavish lifestyle in a spectacle of conspicuous consumption.

Then... Everything flipped upside down.

Trapped within the luxurious confines of her penthouse in the heart of New York City, September Wexley's life took an unexpected turn when the zombie infestation swept the streets below. Cut off from her usual array of shallow indulgences, she found herself confronted with a reality far removed from her vapid world. As the chaos rages outside, September's opulent surroundings are beginning to feel like a gilded cage, and the once-unthinkable notion of survival becomes harder and harder to ignore.

Pre Outbreak Occupation:  Socialite Martial Status:  Single Children:  N/A Residence: Apartment #307 Years residing at The Wexley: 30 Years Connections: 

Tobias Wexley Sr. - Father

Constance Wexley - Mother

Tobias 'Toby' Wexley - Older Brother

Margaret Wexley - Younger Sister

Zach Sanders - Best Friend

Ashton Ryder - Friend and meanie

Skyler Bane - Flirtationship

[isablooo]

Loo and Ember with their canon hair colours too!!

Since my current comic (Dracula's Guest) is set in the 1890s I couldn't help thinking up an 1890s AU for my Search for Quintessence characters!

info under cut~

So the AU is set in 1890s London

Willow- recently moved from Peru to UK and doesn't really like it here. His family were meant to move to his mum's home in Stockholm but ended up in London (idk how just roll with it) and put off leaving. He works as a gardener but does amateur boxing in his free time - he can fight alright and its extra income! That makes him sound tough but he's honestly a good boy who is just trying to get by.

Assana- shy young girl who's hoping to get into the London School of Medicine for Women. She grew up living along the coast in Whitby (her family are first gen norwegian immigrants) but she moved to London to study. I put her in a classic Victorian sailor outfit since she grew up by the beach!

Orolin- Honestly, I just wanted to draw Orolin as a newspaper boy lol. I think she'd kill that role. But in all seriousness, she's probably be aiming to work as a gardener like Willow! I envision them as neighbours in this AU

Aine- Orthodox Tewahedo nun on a trip to the London with her mother. She's pretty reserved but she's been in the convent since she was small so she's excited to get the chance to travel!

Illuna- French girl who works as a maid for a very rich family - She was employed by them back in Paris but came alongside a lot of the other staff when they moved to London. She loves glamour and loves perusing the latest Parisian fashion magazines that her mistress has shipped in

Ember- rich girl who is the daughter of a politician, often accompanying him on diplomatic visits. She's very sporty so she's almost perpetually in a cycling suit!

[k8lynjoy]

I genuinely want to know what show the people who say that Aang never respected Katara are watching. "Aang never let Katara feel anything other than what he wanted her to feel" "He idealized her" "He didn't care about her feelings" "He didn't support her the way she supported him". WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THIS FROM??? That's a rhetorical question because I already know what episodes/moments they're using to make those assertions (The Southern Raiders and the kiss in Ember Island Players), and even then, THEY'RE WRONG.

Let's start with TSR. This episode gets so misinterpreted it's not even funny. First off, Aang was never even upset with Katara in this episode, he's just warning her against killing someone??? He never gets mad at her or berates her. He just talks to her with a level head??? He openly acknowledges that he knows and understands how much rage and pain Katara is in, and he never tells her that she shouldn't feel it, he just advises her not to act rashly because of it??? Where is the lack of respect? Where is he ignoring her feelings or getting upset with her for not acting the way he wants her to? He lets her take Appa and even tells her that he understands that this is a journey she needs to take and supports her doing so, he just doesn't want her to kill someone. Honestly Aang shows more respect for Katara by knowing who she is as a person and not enabling her in her revenge than Zuko who is only going on this trip with her so that she'll forgive him, not because he actually cares that she's upset over the death of her mother (and this is not Zuko slander before people take it as such, I love Zuko, but it's not even subtext that his motivations in this episode are selfish and not about Katara).

As for the kiss in EIP, yes, it was not okay. Yes, it was a mistake. Yes, he shouldn't have done it after Katara laid a clear boundary, but he recognizes that immediately. After Katara- rightfully- gets upset with him, he gets upset with himself. We also see that he never repeats that mistake again and is fully okay with letting Katara lead after that. Which is why it's Katara who initiates the final kiss on the balcony. And if you still don't think he learned anything from it, he starts to ask for her consent in the comics before kissing her, showing that he absolutely DID grow from that mistake. So, we're really going to let one moment where a 12-year-old boy made a mistake dictate the entire show and negate everything that came before it??? That's coocoo banana's behavior.

I also think that those assertions are completely baseless because when does Aang idealize Katara? When does he hate her rage? When does he not support her? Is it when he laughed with her after she stole from pirates? Or in that same episode where he constantly reaffirms her skills as a waterbender- first by saying that he's able to pick it up so easily because she's a great teacher and then later when he refers to her as a waterbender which makes her so fucking happy? Is it when he gets so upset that Pakku refuses to teach Katara how to waterbend that he tries to walk away from his own waterbending training? Is it when he goes behind Pakku's back to teach her anyway? Or when he stands by actively cheering her on when she's raging against the patriarchy and fights Pakku? Is it when he calls her Sifu Katara because she expressed that he referred to Toph that way but not her? Is it when he helped her commit ecoterrorism and told her she was a hero for helping the people in that Fire Nation village? Is it when he holds her after she breaks down because she learned how to bloodbend? Is it when he comforts her after Jet's death? Is it... you get the point, don't you?

Aang recognizing Katara as someone who is strong and capable is not him idealizing her. Him not enabling her committing murder is not him hating when she feels rage. Aang actively supports Katara's rage on multiple occasions, he just doesn't enable her when he knows she's acting out of character. If you don't ship Kataang, that's fine, but please don't make up baseless accusations to try and tear them down just because you're mad that a ship that had no basis in canon (potential is not evidence) wasn't canon.

[philistiniphagottini]

I'm back bitch lmao

Tbh I'm feeling either very innocent or very filthy depending on how you'll go about it soooo

63? With any chara u choose

I have spoken 😏

Hello friend :) Just so you know, it was your mistake for giving me the power to choose the character because I know your weaknesses. So I decided to go with Jing Yuan. Thanks for indulging me. Hope you enjoy~

63. thigh fucking (intercrural)

Smut Prompts

NSFW below the cut, MDNI

"Keep your legs pressed together for me" General Jing Yuan commanded, a small purr of your name falling from his rosy lips.

You hummed softly, heat prickling your bare skin and pooling in the pit of your stomach as Jing Yuan manhandled you to his pleasing. He held both your dainty ankles with a firm grip, resting them on his sturdy shoulder as your feet dangled uselessly beside his ear. You whimpered softly as you slipped an arm under the fluffy pillow supporting your head, nails digging into the fabric as he sandwiched his boiling cock between your plush thighs.

Jing Yuan’s hot breath tickled your skin as he moaned, golden eyes smouldering like embers as he watched you squirm with need beneath him. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he slid his cock against your creamy pussy, revelling in the harsh moan that spilled from your kiss swollen lips. Your blood simmered in your veins, heart pounding so loudly in your ears that you could barely hear anything over the incessant pulse. Your breathing wavered as the tip of his cock kissed your aching clit, spreading your arousal along his shaft as he continued to slowly rut against you.

General Jing Yuan didn’t think the sight of his little darling prancing around in thigh high, sheer lace stockings would stir something in him. He had, evidently, been so wrong about the amount of power a simple article of clothing would have over him. The mere sight of the lace hugging your thighs sent his mind into a tizzy. If he had any less self-control, he would have had his way with you at the Seat of Divine Foresight.

A warm chuckle blew past his lips as you mewled his name, rocking your hips against him and desperate for more sparks of friction on your wet pussy, your insides clenching around nothing as a hot coil wound tight in the pit of your stomach. Jing Yuan tilted his head, placing a featherlight kiss on your ankle as his hands sunk into your plush thighs, fingers squeezing generous amounts of skin.

"Eager?" he mused.

His fingers slipped under the lacy band of your thigh high socks, brushing against the sensitive skin and making your pulse race frantically beneath your skin. You nodded, arousal flushing your skin and turning the tips of your ears hot from the obscene, wet noise coming from between your thighs. Jing Yuan hummed with amusement, lazy eyes lidded as he let go of the elastic band of your stockings and let it snap back against your skin with a satisfying noise. You squeaked loudly, hips jolting forward as he repeated his actions. He adored the noises that stirred in your chest and he would never tire from dragging them from your bruised lips. His strong, calloused hands curled around your hips as he pulled you harder against him, the bed creaking from the sudden movement. You moaned sweetly as your core throbbed, causing your legs to tighten and squeeze the general’s thick cock until it felt like his dick was being completely smothered by your thick thighs.

A pleased purr rumbled in his chest. "Good girl. Squeeze me just like that."

Pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his cock and smeared against your hot skin, the small beads only adding to the pearls of slick that stained the insides of your thighs. A pleasant tingle raced down your back as his thumbs parted your silky lips like a delicate flower, forcing you to feel more of the sensual drag of his cock over your velvety folds. Your eyelashes fluttered over your burning cheeks, eyes threatening to slip close as you gripped onto your pillow tighter, head thrown back as stars wavered in your vision.

"General…so good…so close" you moaned between shaky breaths.

Your chest heaved with each laboured breath, tits bouncing with every punctuated jerk of Jing Yuan’s hips. You jolted beneath him with a sharp gasp when his thumb brushed against your pretty clit, giving it much needed attention as he rubbed the bundle of nerves in firm, tight circles. You cried out beneath him as the knot in your stomach tightened, back bending in a beautiful arc as your toes curled into the soles of your feet. You could feel his cock throbbing between your thighs, the thick ridges on the underside of his shaft hitting your soft spots and emptying your head of every single thought until you felt dizzy with bliss. A hand lazily crawled up your chest, cupping one of your trembling breasts and squeezing the soft flesh. You almost bit your tongue when Jing Yuan pinched a rosy tip between his fingers and tugged at the nerve.

"Is my pretty girl going to cum now?" Jing Yuan cooed, thumb pressing down on your clit until the little bud shrieked from the attention.

You nodded, a constellation of tears clinging to your lashes as you writhed under the General’s attention. "Yes" you croaked.

"Then don’t keep me waiting~"

You burst at the seams only a scant few seconds later, unable to hold onto the fraying ends of your sanity as you were intimately ripped apart at the seams. Your hot walls spasmed around nothing, the coil in your stomach shattering as your veins were flooded with white hot relief. You twisted beneath Jing Yuan, moaning his name to the heavens like it was the only word you remembered. A deep growl reverberated in his chest before you felt thick ropes of his seed splatter along your stomach and the insides of your thighs, the tip of his drooling cock pressing hard against your clit as you rode out the last dregs of your pleasure high.

It felt like your heart was in your throat as you tried to regain control of your breathing, legs shaking in Jing Yuan’s grasp as he leaned forward. He pressed your knees to your chest as he loomed over you, lips catching yours in a searing kiss. His breath was hot against your lips as his tongue plunged into your open mouth, spent cock still throbbing against your abdomen when you pressed closer to him. You delved your hands through his thick mane of hair, soft locks curling around your fingers as you tugged sharply on the strands. Jing Yuan groaned into your mouth, teeth catching on your bottom lip as you pulled apart from the kiss.

His eyes sparkled with mirth, fingers dipping beneath the band of your stockings once more and teasing the material with soft tugs. He leaned into your touch as your fingertips massaged his scalp, nails scraping against the back of his head as placed a soft kiss to his chin. His lips moved against yours when he spoke, his warm breath mingling with yours as his mouth ghosted over your skin.

"You should wear these more often" he mused, tugging at your stockings. "But next time, for my eyes only."

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Thinking about the fact that Delta!Sans canonically is a plural character cuz he absorbed the Bravery soul and now they share a body and can canonically have soul-to-soul conversations and time kinda freezes for them when they do.

Thinking about how Ultratale!Chara is referred to as Omega and Delta is Delta and thinking about the kiddo tryna call themself Alpha cuz they’re “cool and manly and tough.” But somehow Delta manages to convince the kid to settle on being nicknamed Beta instead, symbolism of being a second-in-command and all that.

Thinking about Delta wandering by stores and getting distracted because the kid spotted some cool boxing gloves or action figures in the glass windows and then Delta shows up late to his meetings with Epic and Color, carrying bags of toys, because the kid started crying when Delta tried to leave without buying them anything.

Or whenever the Epic Sanses hang out, Delta always makes sure to order something sweet for the kid to enjoy because listening to “grown up talk” is boring and not fun and if he doesn’t Delta will be dealing with a headache all evening.

Thinking about Delta trying to keep the kid away from the worse of the fighting and all the worse things that the Multiverse has to offer, because the kid dreams about their death at Asgore’s hands and what it felt like being held in a container for centuries almost every night. But the kid always insists that they’re brave and tough and strong and they can handle everything.

Delta taking every opportunity he safely can to allow the kiddo to be a kid again. Decorating their shared room in their apartment in the Omega Timeline, making a spot in the corner designated for Beta. He sets time aside to allow them to partake in activities of their choosing, such as puzzles, strategy games, and competitive games.

Thinking about Color and Delta hanging up all of Beta’s drawings on their fridge like proud parents, and Color sometimes just sitting and listening to Beta yap to all the other six souls absorbed inside Color because, unlike Beta, they aren’t exactly their own full people anymore but it makes the kid feel less alone.

Letting the kid explore the surface and play in the sun whenever possible, as they spent who knows how many years trapped Underground in a jar. Maybe Delta even gets glimpses of Beta’s memories whenever they dream, the loneliness and claustrophobia of being trapped in a jar. The fear of being hunted down by monsters throughout the Underground and having to face down someone as intimidating as Asgore, the pain and fear of death, experienced through the eyes of a child. A very brave and strong child, but a child nonetheless.

Maybe Beta clung to the few embers of warmth they had when they were living under Toriel’s care, and Delta/Sans gets to see his friend in a new light, but also he gets to make true on his promise by at least keeping an eye on and taking care of Beta when he couldn’t for Frisk.

I think Delta possibly considers what happened to his Frisk a very deep and personal failure, made worse by the Toriel that Beta remembers—because Delta gets to see how much Toriel loved each and every fallen child and he can imagine the grief she felt when they all left and died. I’d like to think that AUs of Asgore, heights, spears, being alone, and enclosed spaces are all fears for Beta, so Delta always tries to reassure them even though they attempt to be brave every time.

So basically both of them are struggling with PTSD, and also Beta with the fact that they’re now in a body that isn’t their own after however many years of not having a body. And also the fact that any friends or family they might’ve had when they were alive are likely dead now, so I’d imagine that Delta would try to search down and visit any graves of Beta’s family whenever visiting Ultratale or any of its variants.

Beta proposes making graves for the residents of the Underground too, probably in the Omega Timeline. And given that Delta is friends with Epic who is friends with Cross who shares a soul with XChara, I can already imagine the trouble that XChara and Beta would get into.

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

( i wish i could be everything for you. family, home, watchtower, lighthouse. i am sorry for every way i've ever hurt you, including this. )

chara : clive rosfield fandom : final fantasy 16 quote cr : mabel podcast a/n : ngl someone may have forgotten some of the plot in ff16. not me though

── IT WAS ONCE SAID THAT THERE ARE THREE UNIVERSAL TRUTHS IN THIS WORLD :

ONE : GRIEF IS A DEAD MAN WALKING. it will overcome you, destroy you, devour you, drown you beneath the waves of sorrow. IT WILL HURT. it always will. but it is ultimately you who deems your survival. do not forget that.

TWO : YOU WILL KNOW LONELINESS LIKE IT IS YOUR DEEPEST COMPANION. you will find familiarity with the emptiness, and it will turn into nostalgia turned to mourning twisted into an anguish. in the end, you won't know the difference between friend or foe in the coexistence of your own solitude.

THREE : THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD IS A TERRIBLY HEAVY THING, DEAREST. make sure you do not carry it alone.

it is almost amusing, you think, gaze boring into the dying embers before you, how convenient it is to forget said truths. how it slips from the mind in the most foolish of times when the truth is spoken to you ; how obnoxiously it echoes into memory when you speak of it to someone as means of lessons learned.

the truth is a very miserable thing sometimes, this sobering reminder of humanity, but it is also something so excruciatingly tender.

you shiver. the air is cold and unwelcoming. the embers burn bright, then nearly fade into nothingness : a distant flux and flow, the reignition of something that wants to survive.

what a profound sight it is, clive thinks, almost breathless at your beauty beneath the moonlight, it is a mere glimpse to the serenity that settles in the depths of your heart, almost forgotten, and in the weariness of your features, it serves as something hopeful. you must be searching for a shooting star ; you always are, and maybe he's searching for one tonight, too. how lucky you would both be if granted a wish fulfilled. perhaps it would spare you from the pain to come on this endless journey, this path to redemption and salvation.

he looks to the sky, too, hopes to remember this moment for a long while, this time in which you find repose beneath the stars.

it is not long before you feel him shift beside you, his hands gentle as he drapes his cloak over your shoulders. you do not say anything, but you smile in silent thanks, and he wonders how he can do this. how he can say this. the destruction of oneself is much easier than the destruction of another. he returns the smile, but it does not reach his eyes, and you know that something is wrong.

he averts his gaze, focuses on the fire. dying, dying, dead. fire is such a horrific being, he has learned, and what a tragic way he has discovered it so. how it burns and burns, consuming everything in its path. it is ruthless in nature-- a terror that seizes anything it can, burning it into damnation and ruin until there is nothing but ashes meant to be forgotten.

such fire runs in his blood, and with it, a quiet violence. he does not know why, doesn't know how, and he begs the question to the divine a thousand times over. there is no answer. there never is, never will be. the only thing he knows is that there is blood on his hands, and he cannot afford to shed yours. he will not.

even if it means going your separate ways, even if he means breaking your heart, even if it means carrying out an act of betrayal to the trust that has bound you to each other.

"i..." he cannot even bring himself to speak. what a coward he is. "there is something i wish to discuss with you."

you still look to the sky. the subtle curve of your lips does not falter, even with the words he does not expect to hear.

"you plan to leave, don't you?" you wonder if there is a shooting star somewhere out there, wonder if it will be kind enough to visit in times of despair. "you think this is all your fault, that you were the one who killed what you thought to be most precious."

the smile has faded. your gaze shifts to the ashes, then to him, seeing that heartache in those blue eyes. something feels like it's tightening around your throat. you suspect it is grief. you speak again, anyway.

"you think... that your existence should be void, that you should be punished for what you believe you did. that if you stay-- if you stay here, if you stay with me, then it'll happen all over again."

he does not speak for a long while. what can you even say to that? how can he tell you that you're right, that he's afraid he could hurt you to the point of no return and not know it? that he's going to leave you because he loves you?

you turn towards him, your hands reaching for his. your hold is tender, careful, but he feels the way you tremble ever so slightly. it is his fault.

"the things i've done back then--" he pauses, uncertainty in his eyes, a grief of some sort, "i didn't know it was me. i thought i had been chasing after the one responsible for my pain, but i've been chasing a ghost all along." his hands squeeze yours, and maybe they're shaking, too. "i failed my duty. there's only one path that lies ahead of me, and that is one where you are safe."

he doesn't know what to expect-- your anger, your fury. that's what he almost wants, because it is much easier to end things that way. but he doesn't expect your expression to soften, doesn't expect to feel the way your hand cups his cheek, thumb tracing over his scar. he is already on the verge of break, but this may be the one thing that pushes him over the edge, and a sorrowful smile finds its way to your lips at the tears that threaten to trail down his face.

"you don't want to go, clive." your voice is barely above a whisper, quiet, almost forgotten in the wind.

no, he doesn't. he doesn't want to leave, doesn't want to leave you, doesn't want to lose you. he wants to stay. he wants to think that there's hope somewhere, but the truth of it all is that there's just not.

"no, i don't." he places his hand over yours, instinctively leans into your touch. "i don't."

"so stay. stay with me. i know you are in despair. i know. but the truth runs deeper than any of us suspect. you can't give up, not yet." this time, your voice almost breaks. you lean forward, your forehead pressed against his. you are afraid to speak. "we are not meant for solitude, you know. the path you take is the only one i know. i will not leave you, clive. not now, not ever."

he doesn't--

he feels his heart waver, feels like his thoughts are a mess, mind a haze in the midst of mourning. he cannot help but close his eyes at your words, at your warmth. he doesn't know if he can believe you, not yet. to grant himself forgiveness is an act of selfishness, and it is not one that is deserved. not now, maybe not ever.

"you've always bested me, haven't you?" even now, he's unsure of what to say, what to do. you've always been right, always known the best course of action. even in the darkest nights of ruin, you've always managed to find the light. for that, he is grateful. "...you have my heart, always. thank you."

you smile, but this time, it is a quiet sadness, yet almost hopeful. your lips meet his-- brief, but more than enough.

the journey ahead is a long one. it will be difficult. it will be harsh, cruel, and it will push both of you to the point of break. but so long as you have each other, you will make it.

"of course." you answer, and you kiss him once more. "you have my heart, too. our paths will always be intertwined, clive."

he laces his fingers with yours, lips ghosting against the back of your hand in an act of reverence.

"yes," he murmurs, and maybe there is something holy in the way he speaks to you, looks at you, "always."

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[ID: two page digital drawing of Danielle Phantom and Ember McLain against a dusky sky. In the first image, Dani is seen from the knees up, hovering in the air. She's in a modified version of her ghostly form, with blue skin, green eyes, gray hair in a messy bun, and black sleeveless dress with a ripped up hem, white belt, white gloves with the fingers torn off, and ripped red overskirt. She also has open silver bracers at her neck and upper arms, with a ragged, torn red cape hanging from the arm cuffs, forming an asymmetrical wing silhouette behind her. She has her arms spread at her side and is snarling out "Sweet little Lunar Heroine isn't here anymore. I'm Heiress Eclipse."

In the second image, a human Ember with tan skin, black hair with some blue streaks, and brown eyes, is looking up at Dani from the ground with dismay, hands pressed to her own chest. She's wearing a dark blue cropped tank, black skirt, and black fingerless gloves, and a dark choker necklace. She's saying "You're...me."]

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From my and @jus-a-lil-mouse's shugo phantom au, Dani in the middle of her corruption arc/breakdown, casting aside her superhero persona Lunar Heroine to instead embody her fears of failing and being discarded. This is the moment her big sister Ember realizes Danielle's vision of becoming cruel, thoughtless, and directionless is in part based on her

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[luminique]

YIPEEE I LOVE DISCUSSING OCS !! i think people who think self-shippers/yumejoshis are cringe need a bit more whimsy in their life ☝️

my agent's name is scarlett reid and she's a bat thiren under victoria housekeeping ! i was debating whether or not i'd make her represent the vampire trope bc lycaon's story teased an upcoming vampire chara (altho idk if he's gonna be playable) but this is all i can think of for now so unless i can come up with something else, she's gonna be the vampire of the team 😭

basically her story is that she has a sickly younger sister who inspired her to pursue pediatrics, the only issue is her fangs become visible when she talks/smiles and it scares most kids 😭 she also has a crazy work history because she used to take up a bunch of jobs just to get by until she got the opportunity to join victoria housekeeping

i've also been considering making it so that she was a medic in the ember arena which is where she met lighter but i haven't decided on if she was born in the outer ring and moved to new eridu or born in new eridu and worked in the outer ring for a while for some reason

OOH SHE SOUNDS LIKE SHES SLAYING ?? like ugh i’d eat her up if she was in game !! her name is so pretty too and shes a bat thiren ?? sign me uppp

as part of lighter nation, i believe lighter would absolutely ADORE the little fangs. like the first time she smiles at him, he was a little scared but he finds it charming. whenever he’d attempt to flirt with her (and fail miserably), as long as her little fangs show, he KNOWS that she’s genuinely smiling and laughing.

also , since there’s a huge misconception that most bats like human blood, i think he’d be a little worried that she’d go crazy upon seeing him bleeding from his matches. BUT NO, she’s treating him so well, his eyes are focused on her while she’s busy patching him up. this is canon, i was there in the ember arena 🙂‍↕️

i hope we get more about the outer ring because i think it could definitely help you decide which origin is better for her. i LOVE your oc and i’m so happy that you’re telling me about it AKSHSKBS

[ulchthar]

Aaaand remake/revamp of my siamese twins charas, Nova and Ember; The November twins.