#ninesense.

[alkhemian]

it had been a couple of decades since last they had run into one another, by now, the monotony of meeting new people paled in comparison to someone xiao knew but was always changing : someone who both stayed the same and dared to learn more. the curiosity of this world had not been lost on albedo in the same way xiao had become disenchanted ( part of them was envious, part of them was enthralled. ) albedo had been in the middle of explaining the complex symbiosis between two different sets of plants, the both of them scaling the sides of the tall mountains this side of jueyun karst. the rock here was unstable, even for the sturdiest of climbers. walking behind the alchemist xiao kept eyes on the curly wisps of his ashen ponytail before gilded eyes would fall to his boots, hand darting out for a slim waist just as the side of the perilous path gave way. xiao looked over albedo's shoulder in order to make sure the path was stable, lose rubble falling away, before becoming aware of how close they held him to their own lithe form. chest to chest, just more than a hairsbreadth between their faces. bright eyes widened, the adeptus stepping back as if having been burned, rose floretting over cheekbones as they looked away, flustered. " my apologies ... " they mumbled, unbefitting of a proud adeptus, now unable to shake the scent of parchment and cecilia flower. // @ninesense

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬   -   𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨   𝐢𝐬   not   so   adept   at   opening   up   with   others   -   far   more   reserved   and   reticent   than   he'd   care   to   admit.   indeed,   the   homunculus   remained   distant   from   the   citizens   of   his   homeland   for   the   most   part   -   a   polite   and   graceful   shell   of   calm   platitudes   and   easy   leadership.   it   was   not   the   same   with   xiao   though.   perhaps   it   was   simply   because   their   friendship   had   been   so   long   lasting,   the   conqueror   of   demons   taking   the   alchemist's   strangeness   in   stride   and   albedo   in   turn   caring   for   them   in   a   way   that   he   did   for   few   others.   hundreds   of   healing   vials   swapped   over   the   years,   fireside   stories,   little   trinkets,   and   even   banter:   things   with   xiao   were   easy,   and   albedo   was   not   a   talkative   soul   -   but   with   the   adeptus,   he   often   found   himself   filling   their   silence   at   random,   ever   so   animated   about   his   newest   finding.   

ㅤㅤㅤhe   was   particularly   excited   about   the   relationship   between   the   pyro   and   cryo   regisvine   clippings   he'd   found   back   at   his   lab,   long   since   devolved   into   an   extremely   detailed   depiction   of   their   elemental   properties   and   at   a   molecular   level,   how   pairing   them   together   might   help   rebalance   their   aggravations.   albedo   is   animated   when   he   speaks   about   the   topic,   occasionally   glancing   over   his   shoulder   at   the   conqueror   of   demons,   nary   a   thought   being   paid   to   the   narrow   cliff   wall   and   the   dangers   of   the   perilous   drop   below.   no   -   he   simply   must   explain   to   xiao   how   the   cryo   regisvine   had   actually   started   craving   the   interaction   of   pyro   and-   

ㅤㅤㅤthe   alchemist   blinks,   luminous   eyes   wide   as   one   second   the   path   where   his   foot   was   is   there   -   and   the   next   it   is   gone.   yet   he   has   no   time   to   register   the   echoing   tumble   of   the   rocks   below   -   not   when   xiao   pulls   him   close,   strong   but   lithe   embrace   a   firm   grip   about   his   waist.   on   reflex,   albedo's   hands   raise   -   resting   lightly   at   the   other's   strong   shoulders,   gloves   curling   into   muscle   while   the   clash   of   teal   and   gold   fills   his   head.   the   artistic   part   of   albedo's   brain   once   more   registers   xiao   as   heartbreakingly   beautiful,   and   yet   the   other   part...   the   strangely   human   part,   is   waylaid   by   the   sudden   stuttering   in   his   chest,   the   glow   of   gold   from   his   throat   as   the   homunculus   swallows   thickly   and   simply   stares.   albedo   doesn't   need   previous   life   experience   to   tell   him   what   he   wants   to   do   next.   tilt   head,   lean   forward,   and   -   

ㅤㅤㅤhe   resolves   to   let   xiao   slip   away   -   stepping   back   from   their   embrace   with   his   usual   weightless   grace.   yet   albedo   does   not   actually   let   them,   a   hand   curling   into   their   tunic   to   yank   them   back   to   him,   chest   to   chest   once   more   and   somehow,   even   closer.   behind   them,   there   is   the   sound   of   tumbling   rocks,   but   albedo   pays   that   no   mind,   too   focused   on   the   way   their   noses   are   pressed   together,   the   centimeters   between   their   lips...   oh   how   strange   it   is   to   want   something   aside   from   knowledge,   aside   from   rhine's   approval.   albedo   finds   in   this   moment,   he   desperately   needs   that   kiss   but...   

ㅤㅤㅤit's   a   guise.   a   silly   one.   but   he   takes   it,   letting   his   eyes   drift   shut   a   moment   -   and   their   foreheads   drop   together.   albedo   exhales,   still   so   impossibly   close   to   those   soft   lips,   but   instead   just   drinking   in   xiao's   proximity   a   moment   longer.   certainly   -   the   yaksha   can   see   through   his   feint,   but   albedo   does   not   mind.   ❝   oh.   ❞   he   murmurs   so   softly,   eyes   remaining   closed   to   the   world   around   them,   and   voice   so   quiet   it   rings   like   chimes   between   them,   ❝   you   gave   me   a   fright,   xiao.   ❞   and   if   albedo's   hand   takes   it's   time   coasting   down   the   adeptus'   side,   he   chalks   it   up   to   'nerves'   from   a   near   fall.   

[vspra-a]

what is the point of spending months casually developing an oc canon storyline if not to draw art that completely makes no sense for that storyline @ninesense

[abysslarchiving]

i’ve been thinking of kaeya’s ( hypothetically ) fake vision all day.

[becomestorm]

anyway, things have been bad, and i’m not in the best mind space but i miss writing. i’ll be around, but i’m sorry if i’m not in the mood to reply to messages right now. thank you to anyone who sent well wishes though.

[becomestormaa]

i have absolutely no time to do it now, but when i get around to being able to draw ren’s soul eater verse it’s all over for you. — ren is a dual wielding meister with an extremely flexible wavelength. i’m going to gijinka-fy storm & flower, and it’s gonna get real weird. either that or i’m making ren a witch with a dragon allusion because i’m predictable !!

[valianse]

getting addicted to grimm eclipse again is a slippery slope, but i’m willing to do it for jaune combat analysis.

[vulpesd]

sb: sounds even the slightest bit flustered. fox: :) me: hoe don’t do it. fox: *starts flirting* me: stop it.

[vspra-a]

@ninesense. for corazon.

he got caught.

he got caught.

h e g o t c a u g h t...

vesper's own father would have skinned him. saved him, collected him, and then beaten him extensively, left him outside overnight as the blood dried and flesh pulled with every breath. knowing angel had been snatched up by the very hunters he been warned about since he learned to decipher words, vess had tried to understand, for just a moment, where his father's rage stemmed from. angel hadn't really broken the rules, per se, nor had he deliberately gotten himself captured. he was a child, a boy not yet double digits — this was his first experience with true, frightening consequences. even in a heightened state of fear, the most acute, nerve-shredding fear he'd yet experienced, vess could not imagine harming his child for this fright. wasn't being captured, the dawning realization that this was the danger you'd been learning to avoid, punishment enough for a child?

they hadn't even made it into the bunker before vess' eyes flooded an inky pitch black, and if one's senses were attuned to hear it, his shift in power may have been evident in the new frequency at which the loudest insects hummed. darkened fingers stretched, out and in, a motion kept deliberately slow as vesper grounded himself as best he could under the circumstances. his child was in danger. his child may already be—

he looked sideways at corazon, though there was no definition in his eyes to give him away. he couldn't imagine what she was feeling, despite rational thought telling him it might be much the same as his own emotions, but he watched her in hopes of taking in just a fraction of the deadly control she radiated in the moment. god, what a woman. vesper didn't have time to stand in awe of her, but as they entered the hideout their son was said to be held in, vess slipping in first and offering his hand to his wife in turn, he took the briefest of moments to press a reassuring kiss to her forehead. he had no soothing words, but they both knew hell itself would open tonight should the worst outcome take place.

death was viscous, oily, rotten. the first living thing to try to stop the couple in their tracks learned in their last moments that the pain of feeling the tissues of your throat rapidly necrose is beyond even a final gargling scream. vesper thought, for a moment, that perhaps their spirits would find comfort in knowing they all died rotting from the inside out, and none were alone in their fear. perhaps he could afford them that one modicum of comfort — because no one was leaving alive.

[abysslarchiving]

you know how razor and fischl’s visions manifest as companions because they’re lonely ( for human companionship ) / au where kaeya unlocked his vision on the day he was left at the winery and his vision manifested as a prissy pet peacock that left snowflakes in it’s wake and was regularly found playing with kid kaeya on lake surfaces.

[becomestorm]

i need happy things, can ny’all do me a solid and comment on this post with some menial, cute thing about your muse. whether it’s a habit, a hobby, something they like, who do they have a crush on, what makes them happy, what did they have for lunch today, etc. i’d like to know.

i’ll start: ren is efficient when it comes to shopping trips, but if you have kittens in a pet store window they will absolutely drop everything they’re doing to watch for at least two minutes. this goes doubly for snakes and lizards, and if you watch them long enough they will mlem at them, and it’s the most endearing thing.

[becomestormaa]

i drew another sketch during lunch time, this time of a little older ren! i found out while drawing it that ren’s smiles are always crooked when i do, so i’ve made it into a headcanon. it’s like, it’s a bit too tiring to lift both ends of their mouth, but i think that’s an interesting quirk. like a little sunshine peeking through leaves.

oh! if i can keep this up i might make it a thing? like ask “who should i draw” on my twitter and see if i can do a quick bust sketch. i might even try characters that aren’t my muses?

[valianse]

jaune is the kind of person who would heavily tip a busker or provide the spare change in his pockets to homeless people, only to realise he doesn’t have enough to take the bus anymore, so if someone’s with him he’d appreciate the reminder.

[vulpesd]

ok, so i really do hate to be that person but over the last few months the ship r*nora has been making me extremely uncomfortable again, despite me believing i’d gotten over it. i have been getting harassed by shippers on my old personal and on my ren fanart, which is not helping matters and was in fact the reason i was put off the ship in the first place.

i’m going to need to start asking people to tag it, with literally anything that xkit can pick up. of course! it’s cool if you don’t want to. i know there are people adverse to tagging unproblematic ships and that’s fine! i still love you and support you, i might just need to unfollow you if i see it. if you’re not mutuals only, then we can definitely still write together. i just want to make my dash as comfortable for me as i can.

[ephmrele]

fuck, i forgot to write a ‘SIKE’ post after the moving-blake-to-a-multimuse one. anyway, i’m sorry for people that are refollowing. blake’s one of those muses who is always there, but tends to shy away when i shine direct spotlight on her? y’know, like a cryptid? christ, why are all my muses cryptids.

[abysslarchiving]

if kaeya’s one of the first to make it out of khaenri’ah in over five hundred years, what are the chances that he’s the first vision holder from khaenri’ah in that time too ? would that be fucked up or what ???

[empiryn]

          twitter introduced me to kazuxiaoven and i have not known peace since.