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[phfantom]

yaoi is when men are covered in blood

[llegato]

[qweaenr]

ELSWORD - Raven Cromwell -

“Have I helped a little for the peace of this world...?”

[kyuureimu]

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One of my earliest face claim's for Kyurem's human form was Raven from Elsword! Particularly his Blade Master tree for base form Kyurem!

As you can see I still draw HEAVY influences on his character and design, even when I made the transfer to use Gilbert Nightray from Pandora Hearts as his FC (thanks Cherabby). The scars along his face and body, general attire and body build and demeanor, revenge/rage driven before major character development, fucked up arm/leg, fucked up technological experimentation, fucked up identity crisis, fucked up from being an antagonistic force against his will, fucked up from having his loved ones killed in front of him because he failed to protect them...

His other trees were perfect for Kyurem's Absofusion forms too!

His Reckless Fist tree for White Kyurem.

His Veteran Commander tree for Black Kyurem.

...And fuck dude, I stopped playing a million years ago so this class is new to me, but I absolutely would've used this cool ass looking Mutant Reaper tree for the theoretical 'Complete' fusion Kyurem. (But it's okay, my boy Estinien Wyrmblood is still happily taking up that role.)

Unfortunately I still don't have solid FC ideas for the Black/White forms as of writing this, but who knows, maybe I'll dust off my Raven icon folder in the mean time until I do!

[elsjobproject]

Rage Hearts

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5/5 - Clear El Tower Defense [0/5]

'What ends the path of redemption?'

He always thought the true path to redemption came from sacrificing himself to protect others in need. But in the end, all the achieved was harming himself along with harming others. Perhaps he won't find the answer to the question as long as he cannot forgive himself.

After his arm was replaced with a Nasod Arm, he was overcome by hatred, seeking to harm any that came his way.

The hatred he felt most deeply, was himself, too weak to save anything he held precious.

He may have advised others to let go of hatred for their own sake, but he himself was still caught in the same hatred.

To him, his Nasod Arm symbolized his painful past, which prevented him from fully accepting it as a part of himself.

But now, it was time to accept everything, even the pain that came with it.

Raven headed towards the sanctum. 'He' was waiting for his answer at the heart of the sanctum.

(recorded; 10/30/2022)

[seaweeeeedcat]

Inktober day 4 & 5: Knot, Raven

Rip Seris

[bluhencore]

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[phfantom]

as i was drawing this i realized doom bringer's outfit sucked so i made it slightly better

[bijeille]

cielain and rvcl 이메레스

[incorrectelswordquotes]

Immortal: hey Raven has anyone ever called u daddy yk unironically?

Rage Hearts: I wanna say no. I want to.

Daybreaker: It’s ok Raven. If it helps you feel better, *I* don’t think you’re Daddy material

Rage Hearts: Just hit after hit today

[lilith-devi-nyx-elsword-theorist]

Most people: finally class change

Me: casually changes Rage Hearts to Furious Blade just to see Elesis double jump.

Those same people: NANI?!?!

Also me: what I was lazy to remake a character.

[sa1008va]

[elsjobproject]

Reckless Fist

1/5 - 

Raven saw battle Nasods being mass-produced using Black Crows' battle data and is enraged. As if reading his emotion the Nasod arm reacts violently.

What would it feel like to meet their ends and the hands of their experiment? Let's eliminate all the Nasods.

2/5 - 

Every time he defeats an enemy, the Nasod arm reacts violently like a starving predator. Raven unconsciously encourages it before he snaps out of it.

Is he being controlled by this power again? He must not forget why he is fighting. Raven calmly breathes then charges towards his enemies again.

3/5 - 

It's getting harder and harder to control his Nasod arm.

Did he make a wrong decision? Perhaps this was never something a human could control. Maybe he should have taken it off...

Feita sends out a request for reinforcements as Raven stiffens from his thoughts.

4/5 - 

As Raven battles against demons, he feels that he is in accord with his Nasod arm. The fatigue and pain that always haunted him is now faint.

But he cannot let his guard down. He will not turn away from what he must protect even if it ruins him. That's what he decided when he woke up as Raven Cronwell again.

Let's defeat the enemies and continue the fight for redemption.

5/5 - 

'Perhaps it was right to remove it.' Did he think such weak thoughts? Even though he promised himself that this life was not for himself, but for redemption, there must have been fear that still remained at the corner of his heart.

He does not need a peaceful, comfortable future, and it's clear what he must do. He commands, feeling his Nasod arm hesitate. Listen to my command. Raven controlled his Nasod arm with his strong will and aimed his arm towards the demons.

(recorded; 10/23/2022)

[overanalyzingelswordiswhatido]

Elsword Headcanons #28 (I think)

Rena really likes horses and gushes about how pretty and majestic they are.

Raven has a pendant locket thing with a picture of him and Seris in it.

[longingfreesia]

modern au; bluhen gets drunk, ft. gratuitous tildes, and man, remember when i said this was gonna be gen? wc 1185, ao3 mirror on that same note though, this is like. debateably "canon." idk if i want it to be a real Thing but it was fun to write so it's here anyway HGSHGLH

“I'm hooome~”

“It's one-thirty in the morning.”

“Mnn? Is it? Oh…” Bluhen collapses onto the couch next to Herrscher.

“Did you lock the door?”

“Huh?” 

Herrscher decides not to press it. “What were you doing?” From how Bluhen's breath smells like alcohol, he feels he already knows. 

“Ummm… I… kissed someone!”

Herrscher sputters.

“Who?” 

Bluhen blinks. The pause scares Herrscher more than it should. “...Chevalier. Or Abysser? Umm, I can't tell those three apaaart…” 

Herrscher is fairly certain Chevalier is married. God, he hopes it was Abysser. “What did you drink?”

“...I'unno?”

Oh god.

“...Okay, then who gave it to you?”

“Abysser!” Bluhen flops onto Herrscher’s lap. He won't stop smiling. “I'm sleepyyy… Can I sleep here?”

“...Not yet. What's Abysser’s number?”

“...Uuhhh?” Bluhen blearily pats his pockets for his phone. He finds it in his hoodie, and scrolls through it for a moment before pushing a contact into Herrscher’s face. He takes the phone so he can actually read it.

...Actually, he'd just use Bluhen's phone to save the hassle. He taps the call button and waits.

Abysser barely gets out his “Hey, what're you calling me so soon for?”

“What did you do to my brother.”

“Oh.” And that would be the tone drop whenever anyone realizes it's him, not Bluhen. “I’m assuming you're one of the siblings he talks about so much. Pleasure to meet you, I guess? But, ahーDid something happen? I did give him a bit of wine, but he's an adult, I thought he could handle itーoh man, he did seem like kind of a lightweight, is he okay?”

Herrscher chooses to ignore Abysser's mentioning that Bluhen apparently talks about them a lot. “He says he kissed you.”

“...A-Ah.” Significantly quieter this time. A mutter of ‘he just right out and told him, huh…’ Then, “Y-Yes, he did.”

Herrscher doesn't respond, for a moment. He almost wishes he was face to face with the other man, just so he could feel the resting glare he knows he has. Maybe he can feel it over the phone line. That'd be great. “Why?”

“IーI don't know! I mean, IーI didn'tーhe just… got really close to me, and tried it, and I asked him of course if he actually was, like, wanting thatー”

“Ooh! Are you talking to him now?” Bluhen chimes. He grins. “Hiii~ Abysserrr~”

Herrscher wishes he could make both of them just go to bed instantly and wipe the night's events. Unfortunately, Herrscher doesn't have time and space altering capabilities, but he can chew out this stupid white-haired twink for getting his brother drunk. 

“I should've known.”

“...Should've known what?” Abysser sounds nervous. At least he has the decency to feel that way. 

“He sleeps in your shirts. They're definitely yours. He's not that long, and he doesn't like Phorus that much.” 

“He… does?” Abysser whispers on the other side of the line. Ugh. 

“Nooo, I do like them! They're cute and squishy and his little plushies of them are really soft and nice to hugー” Herrscher makes the executive decision to gently put a hand over his brother's mouth. He doesn't even protest, just pouts.

“If you're trying to mack on my brother, you didn't have to get him drunk first.”

“That was not my intentionー”

“Then what was?”

“I'm not some creep! I'd beat the shit out of anybody who was trying to get him drunk for that. No, he's just my friend, and he wanted to come over. I was already drinking when he got here, and he wanted to try it, so I let him.”

“Why?”

“I'm going to reiterate that he's an adult.”

Herrscher pauses. Bluhen… was actually older than him. 

He decides this point is irrelevant to the problem at hand and discards it.

“...Fine. But why would you let him kiss you?”

“Do you have to ask me this, especially when he's apparently right next to you?” 

“Yes.”

An audible groan. “Nope. Not happening. Until you're alone, all you need to know is that he wanted to, so I let him. Really, that's all you need to know at all!”

Bluhen mumbles under Herrscher’s hand. He lifts it up to let him speak.

“I wanna go to beeed…” He sounds almost pitiful. Likely because he's whining a bit. Herrscher sighs.

“Fine. Don't think I'm done with you.”

“Oh! Goodnight Abysser!” 

Herrscher hangs up before anyone can say anything else and hands Bluhen back his phone.

“Did he say goodnight back?”

“...Yes.”

Bluhen smiles, eyes droopy. “That's nice… Where's my bed…?”

“This is your house, Bluhen.”

“It is!” He says, as if coming to some extravagant revelation. “So it's overー” Bluhen stands up suddenly and promptly trips. Herrscher manages to catch him before he falls and hits his head or something, at least.

Maybe it's best if Herrscher carries him. He hefts Bluhen up onto his shoulders as best he can, and Bluhen almost immediately wraps his arms around his neck and snuggles into his shoulder. He takes him the short distance to his bedroom, nudges the door open with his foot, and somewhat unceremoniously drops him onto his bed. Bluhen doesn't seem to care in the slightest, though.

...After a moment of watching Bluhen curl up on top of the sheets, he pulls his blankets over him. Bluhen hums and smiles happily. Herrscher thinks he should try and find one of his plushes so he'll have something to hold, thinks about how embarrassing that is, stops thinking about it.

He tells him goodnight, and makes to leave for his own room. He's not tiredーnever isーbut Bluhen can't sleep if the lights are on in the rest of the house, so he thinks he should try anyway.

That's before Bluhen gives a soft “Nooo… Don't gooo…” 

What was he supposed to do with that? Say no? 

He sits at the edge of the bed. “What do you need?”

“Jus’ stay here… I don't wanna sleep alone…”

...Right. Bluhen didn't like being alone most of the time, but… Of course.

“...Alright.” He awkwardly slips under the covers with him. Bluhen then nuzzles into his back and hugs him.

…He feels very embarrassed.

At least he has something to hold, now…

---

Bluhen makes quick work of inadvertently reminding him he forgot to get painkillers for him when he wakes up. Herrscher wakes up first, and when he gets out of bed, Bluhen yanks the sheets back over his head and groans loudly. 

Well. Maybe it was time for Herrscher to try making breakfast instead. 

...So he had gotten wine drunk, and apparently Bluhen got hangovers, and how much does ‘a bit’ mean to Abysser, or is his brother just that much of a lightweight?

He didn’t have time to think on it right this moment, though, because Bluhen’s pitiful-sounding whine from under his covers reminds him that he’s very vulnerable to migraines and cries when he’s in pain, and he really, really doesn’t want that.

Well, not the best start to the day, but… He could throttle Abysser in person for this later, so maybe it wasn’t all that bad. He definitely planned on it.