#ribcages silly art

[ribcagebonemeal]

where are the beatles 2069 fans at.... hmu please......

[mayuurx]

“You sure are hard to love!”

[cycoekiller119]

"i feel it,

"they are crawling.

"on my skin, beneath!" 🦴🦴🐜🦴💖

[k1rameki]

I THANK YOU FOR THIS

hey beans have some more tabi

[astralis-ortus]

gummy bears

✱ college student!hj x gn!reader

— art school is hard—at least having a muse makes it a little easier.

w.count → 1.8k genre → fluff...? warning → mild cussing, as per usual♡ a.n → hi!! i'm back with a new face addition to the page! hahah honestly i thought it would be either minho or seungmin first but ngl hyunnie has been tugging on my hearstrings lately he's such a silly little mandu i love him sm :( hope you guys find the story as enjoyable as chris' side of the blog, and also if anyone is interested for a commission there are slots available still♡ ⋆ see masterlist

has it always been this… weird?

your attention should’ve been sealed at the projected slides once the professor started the countdown on his infamous ‘how-long-can-i-yap-before-my-students-fall-asleep’ course, but holy smokes—even breathing seemed like a major task when you could barely peel your thoughts off the boy sitting a few rows in front of you.

hyunjin has always been the main attention-grabber wherever he went—and that includes yours.

it’s not like you denying it either. he is gorgeous, and even the heavens know you couldn’t help but glance in his direction whenever he’s in the room. hell, even a few of your initial sketches for last semester’s projects were inspired by hyunjin. it’s as if he had slowly solidified his spot as your muse—but what is this odd feeling gently fluttering between the rows of your ribcage?

a buzz from the pocket of your pants startled you out of your trance, and while you thanked the gods for sending you down here with a habit of putting your phone on constant silent, you peeked at the notification patiently perched on the screen of your phone—one nearly causing you a minor heart attack on the spot.

hyunjin: spot next to me is empty, you know

right—you forgot your position from a mere classmate-slash-secret-admirer has been upgraded to an actual acquaintance-slash-almost-friend of hyunjin’s, all thanks to that one final project from art history 101 class last semester.

you: being at the back is peaceful, thanks hyunjin: says the one who rushed for a front spot for literally any other class lol hyunjin: cmon, saved the spot for you

lord—now you’re genuinely glad you decided to wear that crusty baseball cap of yours today, or literally everyone would’ve noticed the way your cheeks had burned up into a bright shade of crimson.

you: geez hyunjin: cmoooon hyunjin: or i’ll literally ask mr. kang to move you here

the way your head snapped to find hyunjin’s playful yet determined gaze headed straight at you was not something you would’ve ever thought to add to your bingo board.

ever.

you: no you won’t hyunjin: try me

your eyes nearly doubled in size when you returned your line of sight in hyunjin’s direction, only to see the slow, comical way the long-haired guy is raising his hand while keeping his eyes on you, lips tipped up into a masked grin.

“yes, mr. hwang?”

fuck.

you scrambled on your phone while mr. kang—as well as the rest of the attendees of the class, fixed their eyes on hyunjin, quietly wondering what would come out of those lips of his.

“oh, i’m just wondering if—"

you: FINE I’M MOVING you: JUST SHUT UP you: PLEASE

And you swore you could see the way his lips turned into a victorious grin through the back of his head.

“if?” mr. kang repeated, seemingly a little impatient at hyunjin’s antics. to be fair, you actually felt the same way.

“if you have any movie or documentaries related to the topics you will be teaching this semester,” hyunjin’s voice rang loud and clear—as if the question had been his initial motive all along, and you’re simply a victim of his little magic trick.

“personally i do learn better through those mediums, mr. kang,” hyunjin perfected his question, smile as innocent as a puppy, and as he looked around the hall, scanning the dozens of nodding heads to his statement,

hyunjin made sure to lock eyes with you for a second longer.

“and i think my friends agree with me.”

“you’re an ass,” you hissed as soon as you secured the seat next to hyunjin, shooting daggers out of your eyes while the latter chuckled. given, hyunjin’s question did made your move less suspicious since mr. kang actually took a liking to the idea and decided to substitute one of the assignments into this movie presentation group project, but still—you were so close to losing your dignity in front of dozens of your peers, on the first day of the new semester.

“would’ve been easier had you listened the first time,” he playfully retorted, remnants of victory still glimmered in his eyes, “and now you know i’m a man of my words. win-win situation for both of us.”

“as if,” you groaned in annoyance despite failing to even make a dent to hyunjin’s victorious grin. “you are the only one benefiting from this, mr. hwang. i’m merely a victim in this scheme of yours.”

“ouch—mr. hwang? really now?” hyunjin placed a hand over his heart, pretending as if he has been shot despite the wicked smile plastered across his face, “do you really want to hurt me like that?”

if you were to be honest, you do enjoy your playful bickers with hyunjin. it made him less of a muse and more of a… human. a regular college boy, who just so happened to be blessed by the goddess of beauty herself and sent here with an exceptional heart of gold.

like he’s just a boy.

“seemed fair enough,” instead, you replied with a mischievous grin while greeting a couple of hyunjin’s friends joining your little group.

“1-1, mr. hwang.”

the massive numbers displayed on your phone screen further validates the exhaustion you felt looming over your shoulders. it’s only the first week of the new semester and you’re already held up on campus way past your classes—how are you supposed to survive the rest of the school year?

to be fair, you really do love what you’re studying right now. it’s what you’ve always wanted to be since you were a child, and to be able to live out your inner child’s dream is one of your prides—but god, it did not make things easier to actually do.

just as you slipped your screen away, sparing yourself from a bunch of exhausting thoughts as your footsteps led you to your bus stop, a pack of gummy bear suddenly popped out of thin air in front of your eyes, causing you to stumble backwards onto the—

warm surface?

“i’m not a gummy sharing type of person, but i think you need this more than i do.”

pushing yourself off the other’s figure, you didn’t need to turn around to figure out the person’s identity—but you did anyway.

“gee, thanks mr. hwang,” you playfully snickered, snatching the bag of gummy and popped one unfortunate strawberry flavored bear in your mouth, “didn’t know you’re so kind.”

over the past week, you found out that you surprisingly have quite a lot of classes together with hyunjin and a few of his friends. you’re thankful he dropped the ‘i saved you a seat’ act by the third class you shared and let you actually sit amongst your friends, but in ways you don’t even understand, you somehow kept getting sorted in the same groups as hyunjin. well, at least now you no longer freeze up while hyunjin’s around.

“oh, can you drop that already,” hyunjin groaned, lips pursing into a subtle pout, “the others are starting to call me mr. hwang too thanks to you, you know.”

you couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip past your lips to hyunjin’s protest, already with a picture in your head about the whining he would’ve done once his closest friends started to pick up hyunjin’s objection to the nickname and used the name against him. how adorable he would’ve—

wait.

adorable?

hyunjin’s supposed to be simply your muse—maybe a friend at best! you don’t call your friends adorable, do you?

“you started it!” shaking your head in an attempt to rid the word from the nooks and crannies of your brain, you instead defended yourself while offering hyunjin the pack of gummies at the same time.

“what do you mean i started it!” hyunjin groaned, still popping a gummy in his mouth in the process, “i was just simply requesting your presence at the spot I have reserved for you!”

“and threatened to embarrass me if i didn’t move!” you deflected, playfully glaring at the latter. “don’t you dare omit that part, you sneaky weasel! i thought I was going to have to drop the class due to embarrassment!”

the crease between hyunjin’s brows grew thicker when he realized he couldn’t counter your protest, resulting in another pout to form on his lips, now clearer than before. it made you feel a little guilty—did you go a little too far? was he offended by the—

“i just wanted to get closer to you.”

…wait.

wait—what?

“i know it’s a lame excuse,” hyunjin’s groans turn muffled as he hid his face behind the palms of his hands, “it’s just—i don’t know, i find you fun? i know we just started talking after that group project but i like talking about stuff with you and even after the group project ended i just kept finding myself wanting to talk to you? i just—”

“whoa whoa—slow down!” you instinctively grabbed hyunjin’s shoulders; not too hard to shake him off, just enough to gently ground him back from his rambles. “breathe, you don’t need to explain anything to me, hyunjin. just breathe.”

well, frankly you do need an explanation—just… not from this adorably frantic hyunjin.

no, scratch that—just frantic.

not adorably.

just frantic.

hyunjin’s face was nearly the shade of the gummy bear packet you still had on your hand, and as much as you didn’t want to embarrass him more than he’s already feeling, your lips seemed to have their own plans when they curled up into a grin.

“don’t even say anything,” he warned, fingers now pointing at the rapidly growing grin on your face. “just don’t.”

you would honestly love to comply to hyunjin’s wishes, really—after all, you’re the type to honor and respect your friend’s wishes…

but is he just a friend?

“I’m not!” you stated, but despite throwing your hands up in a sign of defeat, hyunjin knew better when he noticed the constant degree of smile etched across your face,

“I just never would have thought that the campus crush,” you emphasized, trails of laughter already slipping past your lips in harmony to hyunjin’s exasperated sigh, “the mr. hwang hyunjin himself, is quite clumsy at making new friends.”

hyunjin was genuinely dumbfounded at your accusation.

“no i’m not!” he protested, subconsciously following your footstep as you got ready to catch your nearing bus, “it’s not that i’m bad at making friends, i just—”

hyunjin’s explanation were cut short when your bus finally arrived, prompting another frown to appear on his face when you hopped on without sparing him another glance. dejected, hyunjin turned around and—

“hyunjin!”

the speed at how quickly hyunjin turned on his heels at your voice nearly made you giggle. from one of the opened windows from the back of the bus, you locked eyes with hyunjin and smiled.

“text me your excuses and we’ll see if you’re actually good at making friends!” you shouted as the bus began to drove away, only allowing you to witness a faint ‘okay!’ along with an excited wave before hyunjin disappeared behind the curve of the crossroad.

well, maybe hyunjin is adorable after all.

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[stardewvalleybut-i-draw]

Happy 1-year anniversary/birth to me!🎉

WOW! It's almost 1-year already since I started this Stardew Tumblr!

I started my first post on Sep. 17 but since today's my birthday, I thought I'd celebrate both! BEHOLD I am not a chicken but in fact a homeless looking poor blind man.

Still, surprised so many people enjoy my weird humor and my silly colorful art comics, I genuinely appreciate everyone here who gives their thoughts and feedback! It's always fun reading the comments or the reblog tags!

The art piece I drew here is how I often draw, It's incredibly comical and weirdly philosophical how I draw so much dark gory content but HERE I have my silly little colorful Startdew art.

I feel like I've gotten a lot more comfortable being more active on social media as well. I'M NOT THAT OLD but I've never been much of a social media user... I prefer to binge YouTube and watch the internet do its thing on the sidelines than to be involved as much, so this year was a new change for me.

ANYWAY, hope to improve more this year too! thanks, everybody :D

Also, I was asked about commissions a couple times, I'll address that topic later this month or sometime soon!

Bonus! Here is a censored version of the other art I draw

I usually draw skeletons with SUPER chicken scratchy lines

now you know why my line art is always messy!

I censored it as much as possible LMAOOOOO💀💀💀💀💀

it's just a very skin-like skeleton and a ribcage, no gore in this one ;)

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

Killer Sans and Color Sans Head-Canons

[Angst, Themes regarding mental health struggles and sensory sensitivity]

Color has naturally shaky hands and can’t handle some textures. It makes them sad and frustrated quite often. But with their shaky hands, they began to make art with shakier lines. Seeing the beauty of it made them feel better about their shaky hands. And using softer paper with less smoothness feels better for them.

Color has issues with their back being touched due to sensory sensitivity. Each touch feels extremely uncomfortable to the point of painful.

Color can’t handle loud noises often and it stresses them out, so they carry around noise cancelling headphones just in case.

Killer doesn’t like to show his chest without a top on, as his ribcage has damage to it and he feels ashamed of it.

Killer is not the best at handling embarrassment. It overwhelms him and makes him too ashamed to show himself again. Even if it was just a silly accident that isn’t a big deal. It makes him feel so small and stupid.

Killer, despite how he shows himself, is quite sensitive and experiences stress and anxiety often. He stresses over things others don’t see or see as something to stress over and it makes him feel insignificant.

Killer goes through periods of depression that can range from weeks to months. During those times he can’t do the things he likes, and it’s hard for him to go through a single day without having a moment of spiraling through negative thoughts.

[Dividers belong to either sister Lucifer or dividers that were reblog/like to use or free to use, killer sans belongs to Rahafwabas, color sans belongs to superyoumna]

[crackl0verboy]

Slowly returning back to the fandom (as if i left)

Anyways hc thread!!

• Jay has a bear of Alex, his “lexy bear” and it even has a little voice box inside that says “i love you” in Alex’s voices. One day the bears voicebox dies which makes Jay TEAR it open, he gets stuffing and mess everywhere which shouldnt be a prroblem right?

WRONG. Its horrible, to Jays eyes it looks like hes just ripped open Alex’s actual throat and is coated in his blood and holding pieces of his fleshy throat, he’s panicking and keeps repeating that hes sorry, he didn’t mean to make a mess!!. Uncaring of the ‘mess’ he puts his face into Alex’s open ‘ribcage’, sobbing all the while

When Alex returns Jay thinks he’s hallucinating. It takes some convincing for Jay to believe that hes real. Whilst Alex patches the bear up, Jay is nonverbal curled up in one of his bfs larger hoodies and then when his precious Lexi bear is returned he cant help but grab and grip it so tight - inhaling the fresh renewed scent of Alex on it ((ty ppl from discord for this ))

•Brian + Oral fixation = Gum chewing

•Alex is..weirdly good at eyeliner so sometimes he’d do it for Amy

•Brian can sing really well so i think he and Tim definitely made silly little songs just for them

•BRIM MAKES FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS (ty Wade for this hc)

•Jay has a diary, sometimes he writes in it, sometimes he doesn’t

•Alex draws in his free time, usually the most beautiful pics of Jay in all different sorts of styles ((again ty discord ppl!!) but im gonna add to it for polyhornets purposes - Alex draws all of them but himself and they’re just such full of effort pieces

•If they were to be in a highschool au heres the subjects i think characters are good at

Tim - Math

Brian - Art

Alex - English

Jay - IT class

Sarah - Science

Amy - GYM

Jessica - Music

•Jay loves Alex’s hair: the scent of his shampoo, the feel of it, how it looks

•Tim sleeps in Brians hoodie, hood up and everything its just so comfortable

•Tim and Jay during that whole running from Alex period, shared clothes since there was no way they were buying new ones bro

•Brian was a reported missing person but after about 2-3 years, his case ran cold. I feel like he’d be in public sometimes but only at night so no one would see or rlly care about him :(

•Tims phone is so cracked bro and only once t completely dies does he have the money or choose to get a new one

•Jays relationship with his parents? Dreadful.

[ribcagebonemeal]

when the starrison pills HIT!

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𓆩♡𓆪 upon the stained earth, a dying dove crawls on its belly in its final pitiful moments. demon once thought of himself as that dove, but now he is more akin to a dove healing its open wounds. MINORS DNI!!

cw. sub!reader, cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), size kink, big cock, tummy bulge, sex marathon, rough sex, overstimulation, strength kink, obsessive thoughts (give him a break, poor man has been through a lot) & possessive thoughts.

lati. first time writing for path to nowhere so i hope i did demon's character justice and i satisfied the thirsty simps. thank you to the lovely @lucienbarkbark for commissioning me

art credit.

Once, Demon had witnessed a dying dove crawling upon its belly, warbled coos sounding as if the bird was crying, sobbing softly as it tried in vain to escape its imminent demise. Though his expression did not suggest any sort of emotion, he saw himself in that poor little dove, saw his decrepit form shambling through life as if death were breathing down his neck. He pitied that bird, pitied it for clinging so desperately onto a life that did not wish to continue, pitied it for being able to do nothing but feebly crawl along the earth and mournfully sing as it awaited death. Demon often thinks of himself as that dove, though not as fragile nor close to death as he once was.

Your body is warm. Your body is fragile. Your body quivers beneath his, and the image of the dying dove briefly flashes in his mind. Your body seizes up, mouth hung open as drool messily smears across your lips and chin. Your body welcomes him, clenching tightly around him and sucking him further in until he can no longer distinguish the two of you as separate bodies.

Demon’s huge frame entirely engulfs yours, sturdy muscles straining and flexing as his arms pull you close to his body. If it were up to him, he’d keep you like this forever—forever warm in his embrace as his body shields you from any possible threat, forever melting in sensual pleasure that leaves your brains fuzzy from too much.

Or perhaps he’d tear open his ribcage, exposing his raw insides that pulsated and squirmed, so that he could keep you near his heart and never worry about losing you or being without you for even a second. But he cannot do that.

As much as Demon wants to keep you by his side—remain at your side so that he could protect you from constant harm—he knows that he cannot force his desires upon you just because of his fears and worries.

No.. he… he could never force that upon you. He doesn't deserve you.

“Does it feel good?”

“God yes .”

He almost feels silly for asking, since the answer was so obvious given the way you happily squirm and grind back up into him. But he cannot help the instinct to place your pleasure above his, even if you’d repeatedly tried to convince him to be selfish.

His thrusts are shallow but are nonetheless filled with brutish vigor as his cock pushes its way into your tight hole in a rhythmic fashion. The stretch of his fat length leaves the muscles of your fluttering hole feeling sensitive and sore , even though he’d scissored you with his fingers and coated your little hole and his cock with plenty of lube.

“Demon, right… right there, s’so good, fuck -!” You shakily moan as his thick cock rubs up against your sweet spot and on reflex, dig your nails into his back. If it had caused him any sort of pain or discomfort, then Demon did not show it.

“..So tight, shit ..!” He has to squeeze his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as your walls clamp on his shaft with a vice-like grip. No matter how many times Demon becomes drunk on your body, he can never quite get over how damn tight your walls always were. Though he supposes it’s more so that he’s simply too big for your insides.

“Fuck, h-harder Demon, more..” Your voice trails off into a senseless babble, no longer making any sort of sense. Everything just feels so good, Demon’s cock ramming into and deliciously stretching you out as he grazes deep inside your body. “‘m so close, I-I want... s’so big, I…I can’t-!”

When you begin to rapidly squeeze around him, Demon rasps and thrusts in as deeply as possible, messily mouthing at the crook of your neck. His hips jerk as his release comes, and the tiniest sliver of a moan escapes his lips. He’s planted his seed deep inside you, so deep that it’ll never leave and he’ll be with you forever. And you beg for more, digging your heels into his back so that he can stay buried inside of your pulsating walls longer.

If you were to ask Demon how he truly saw himself, he’d answer after a few seconds of silence. A dove. A dove, though once dying and crawling towards certain death, now slowly healing its open wounds.

And if you asked how he saw you, the one whom he cherished dearly and would gladly sacrifice himself for, he answer almost immediately. Dove, you’re a dove that flies about freely and sings its beautiful song for all to hear.

A dove he wishes to protect with all of his heart.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[glo0b]

So this is love?

I do not own the characters or art

Content: Yandere!Knight!Sebek Zigvolt x Princess!Yuu/F!Reader, mentions of Prince!Silver x Princess!Yuu/F!Reader

TW: Yandere themes of course and slight mentions of death

note: I wrote this for a class project so I was limited lol. I wish I had more time and could have put more gore in it, sad day. BTW it's in Sebek's POV

word count: 1429

Here I am, Sebek Zigvolt, a knight of the Bair Valley kingdom and lover to Princess Yuu, walking to her sleeping quarters. Oh, I just can’t wait to see her beautiful face! I clutch the flowers in my hand and smooth my green hair back before opening her door. “Yuu!~ I brought you a surprise!~” I pause as I look upon the empty room. I step inside inspecting the room, it seems like someone left in a hurry or was taken in a hurry with objects out of place and thrown on the ground. “No, no, no, no, she can’t be gone! Where is Yuu!?”  My booming voice bounces off the walk as I rush through all the places she could be. I search the halls of the palace in a panic. My heart beats against my ribcage rapidly as I am unable to find my beloved Yuu. 

I stop in my tracks when I overhear other knights talking of how Prince Silver of the Moonlight Kingdom had taken the princess on a trip. “Prince Silver sure is handsome, I bet the princess will pick him as her husband.” The knight speaks in such a casual tone, of course he doesn’t know how horrible Prince Silver is! He would never be a fit man to marry Princess Yuu! “I heard the reason the prince is named that is because of his silver hair-” I drown out the conversation as their talk continues of that horrible Prince Silver. It seems like I’ll have to take a trip to Moonlight kingdom myself. 

At night I planned to sneak out and take my horse out of town. I saddle up Romeo and get on. I named my horse Romeo since Yuu’s personal horse was named Juliet, silly to name the horses after characters in a love story I know. I didn’t pack much since the Moonlight kingdom is only in a day of travel. I tug the reins and Romeo begins to move. “Don’t worry love, I'll be there soon.” I whisper to myself so the other knights wouldn’t hear me leaving. 

It takes time but I finally arrive at one of the towns in Moonlight Kingdom. I pay for a room at an inn and put Romeo in the stables. This town didn’t seem that bad at night, of course there were those few drunken fools running around like any town would have at the dead of night. Though I didn’t see any shady folk I kept my hand on my sword just in case. For now I’ll rest in my bed and wait till morning to investigate where Yuu could be. “She can’t be far, she just left today….” I think out loud as I slowly drift into a slumber.

I wake up to birds singing at my window, groaning as I get up. “I hate those annoying chirps!” I grab my small dagger from my bag and slam the window open in an attempt to rid the small bird from the area. The small green feathers of the bird are stained with its red blood, the small screeches fill my ears. I flick the bird off my blade, the bird falling to the ground twitching. I wipe my dagger with my handkerchief. “What a shame, such a pretty green. Yuu would have loved it.” I throw on my tunic. I wouldn’t want to draw attention to myself with my armor, it clearly had the symbol of the Bair Valley kingdom. 

Walking outside I look around at the people walking around. They all seemed quite cheery and excited. The streets were decorated and filled with singing and dancing people. Carts filled with food and crafted goods. I grab a man’s arm to stop him and ask him what’s going on. “You sir! What’s this festival for?” The man looks at me confused. “Don’t you know? It’s a festival for the prince and his soon to be wife!” I release the man’s arm in shock. The prince was forcing Yuu to marry him already! I have to move quickly! Before the man could say anything else I dash away.

 I make my way to the grand castle, many guards roaming the area. I examine the tall wall blocking entry. The bricks didn’t seem too difficult to climb. Putting my foot in one of the cracks I begin to climb the stone wall. Putting my hand on the top of the wall I hoist myself up over the wall. I look into the small garden beyond the wall. My feet hit the soft grass with a thump. Perhaps I should pick some flowers for my darling? I lean down and pluck a few lilies. “These will be a perfect surprise for Yuu” I mumble to myself as I sneak towards one of the windows to the castle. Peering into the window I don’t spot any servants or guards walking the halls. I push the window up and carefully climb inside. 

I creep up stairs and through hallways until I hear a familiar voice singing a small tune. “I’m coming, my love!” I whisper out to myself. I push the wooden door open silently so as not to be detected. There I finally see my Darling Yuu! I watch as she brushes her soft, long, black hair, gods I bet it smells delicious. I step forward. “Dear, is that you?” I hug her waist from behind. “Oh yes it is!” I squeak out happily, I’ve waited so long to hold her in my arms. I feel her freeze in my arms and I drop the lilies in concern. “Is everything okay, Darling?” I feel her push me away and my heart sinks. 

“GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!” She looks so angry but scared, what happened to make her feel this way? “What do you mean darling? I came to save you!” I step forward but stop when I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. I reach up and cradle the cheek. She had slapped me! Why would she slap me, her knight in shining armor! “Silver! Guards! Help! He followed us her-” Before she could continue screaming her head off I cover her mouth. “Stop yelling! They’re not here to save you, I am! Why can’t you understand I came here for you! I love you!” I tried but couldn’t hold back the tears from falling from my green eyes. Yuu started to fight against my grip. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go! I was meant to save you and you were meant to fall for me! Why can’t you get that! Just love me!” I feel my heart sink even more when Yuu’s bedroom door swings open revealing the man I despised. 

I let go of Yuu and push her on the bed so she wouldn’t get hurt. “Get away from her, she obviously doesn't want you here.” Silver glares at me. “No! She loves me and I love her!” I draw my dagger from my pocket. “I do not want to fight you, old friend. We can still get you the help you need…just further away.” I clench my fist at the idea Silver proposes. “I can’t leave her! I won’t go anywhere!” I swing my dagger at Silver but he dodges. He grabs my hand trying to disarm me but I use the opportunity to knock him into the floor. 

Though the dagger is knocked out of my hands I use them to choke him. “I can’t let you have her! I can’t, I can't, I can't!” My eyes widen as I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I look down to see blood dripping down my tunic, I look behind me to see Yuu holding my newly bloodied dagger. “D-darling, why?” My lips quiver as I let go of Silver and fall to the ground. “You were hurting him! I just-” My body starts to feel cold, everything seems to quiet now. I grab out to Yuu and smear my blood on her white dress as she falls to her knees. This isn’t such a bad ending for me, is it? I have my darling by my side as my life leaves my body. This is all I could have asked for when it came to my death. My vision starts to fade out. This is it for me, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you Darling. “Goodbye, Darling….” My body goes limp as my vision goes black. I can’t hear anything anymore, my body no longer has warmth. So is this love?

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Goodbye~! Drink lots of water and get lots of rest dear readers!

[thelittleswordsman]

"To think anyone could even stand against me"

-Gen'ichirou Fukuchi (15)

//Mod heree @angelicutz , i have never roleplayed a canon character before so bear with me if any mischaracterization happens. Same mod @timrava @french--devil and @srvantsbitterness//

//i am like 90% of the time open to asks because i live for interaction. Anyways here are the rules//

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//Fukuchi is 15-16 years old here so no nsfw unless its like a lightly suggestive joke i suppose//

//Mod uses any pronouns but use He/Him for Fukuchi in this case//

//Mod is an anxious freak when it comes to roleplays so i might not reply immidietly//

//not much else to say, any character is welcome to interact including OCs. Have fun// -Mod Angel

- Timeline is somewhere in very Late 1960s or early 1970s japan i assume based on the mental math i did regarding the bsd timeline

Headcanons l

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- Contrary to a popular belief he can cook REAL good actually like put him in a kitchen and you'll have a supply for an entire week

-like the last statement he's exactly 3/4 chinese (his dad was half japanese)

- He cant do math for shit

- Undiagnosed Adhd

- Borderline personality disorder

- Chronic/Compulsive liar

- Bisexual and cis male

- banned from tesco for shoplifting

Appearance headcanons

- tan skin

- wide ribcage which makes Fukuzawa look thin next to him

- broad shoulders like broad broad shoulders

- flexible as fuck

- spiky teeth

- His hair isnt completly white, it actually has a blonde-ish tint

- Mole on right cheek

-Very sharp features and an upturned eyes and upturned nose

Relationship headcanons

-100% a Gyaruo

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@cat-in-the-isle-of-tea - thinks she's too caring and down to earth, he also thinks she smells like cat piss probably stole something from her once. Reffered to as "Kin-chan" in canon

@a-hyper-screamer - thinks she's silly, silly as in endearingly stupid. You know the feeling you get when you see a cute homeless kitten? Yeah that. definetly crushing even if he finds her annoying sometimes. Calls her simply "Hypa" or "Hypa-chan" if you wanna be extra

@agummyshark - didnt talk since the guy got his tongue fixed, Gen'ichirou REALLY wants to talk to him to avoid drifting apart but suprisingly has little to say, calls him "the guy"

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Facts about mod Angel/Bee!

- I paint and do traditional art

- my mbti is Entj-a (commander)

- MASSIVE himejoshi

- i cry over children's songs alot

- i can do traditional archery

- i have a superiority complex bordering on god complex

- i have a fear of being percieved as racist so i do alot of research on cultures before stating my headcanons and opinions

- i am a teen extrovert

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People who MIGHT be intrested

@god-motherofthegulf @myluckymoon

[offorestsongs]

romantic secrets

ah. so. this is a little ficlet for Sheep's (@natsukishinomiyaswife) fic series Into the Yumeverse! i know i already drew art for it but the idea couldn't leave my head and i didn't think i could execute it as well with art. hope this is okay dhgfjgjjfjg

Lysander would love it if the universe would stop putting him in situations. He has had enough situations for all his days. There must be people out there who felt that their lives were boring and nothing interesting ever happened to them — Lysander would gladly donate some of his situations to their cause! 

His current situation was this: he was sitting on the grass in the courtyard with Rook, which wouldn't be out of the ordinary if not for the fact that the universe Lysander currently resided in was some weird version of Twisted Wonderland moved slightly to the left (Twister Wonderland? No. That was awful). 

A version with a completely different magicless human girl thrown into the chaos (Lydia, who by all accounts seemed like a sweetheart), without Lysander’s beloved Ramshackle or even more beloved awful cat-beast-son.

Now the first chaos seemed to settle down a bit and so, with a lot of blushing and stumbling around, Lysander had explained to Rook the gist of the relationship the two of them had back in Lysander’s universe.

Rook seemed to react to the information the same way he reacted to every other curiosity that caught his attention; he asked questions and listened intently, and waxed poetically about whatever Lysander had said.

“Ah, what a beautiful tale. I hardly ever imagined somebody would be able to capture my heart,” Rook said. He was looking at Lysander with the same burning curiosity as back when they had first started talking — he was assessing Lysander, almost trying to see through him.

Maybe Rook really couldn’t imagine how he could ever end up with somebody like Lysander. Maybe—

Lysander stopped the thought before he could ever properly formulate it. It was too silly to even entertain, an echo of insecurities that Lysander should’ve been long past. If there was one thing that he had learned from their relationship, it was that Rook never did anything if he didn’t want to. If they were together, that was only because for Rook, it was the most right thing to do.

“I know,” Lysander replied, smiling. Suddenly, he became pointedly aware of the strangeness of their situation. Just this once, it was Lysander who knew so much about Rook, while Rook was still trying to make a judgment call on Lysander.

Lysander’s smile grew bigger. Oh, it seemed like such a silly thing to do — he really shouldn’t be playing tricks on people or mess with their reactions. But… Rook was always teasing him, maybe it was time to finally take revenge.

Maybe the saying was true — when in Rome, you had no other choice but to do as Romans did.

Heart pounding in his ribcage, Lysander raised his head. “You know what else I know?” he asked, and before Rook could reply, he went on: “You named your first arrow Salamander because it was the first animal you’ve caught.”

As stupid as Lysander felt at that moment, he couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction that curled up in his chest seeing Rook’s eyes widen in surprise

“And,” Lysander continued. “You used to eat poisonous plants as a kid so you would get immune to them. Your biggest scar is on your left hip; you tried to sew the wound by yourself, but it went badly. You used to not be able to fall asleep without a plush lion.”

He watched Rook’s expression slowly turn from surprise to curiosity to delight.

“My! What a curious little flower you are! Maybe I can see how you have managed to ensnare my affections. But, Monsieur Fleur, you should know that it is dangerous to show all your knowledge so freely. You never know how somebody could take it.”

Lysander’s cheeks turned pink. “Who said that’s all my knowledge?” he replied, with more bravado than he expected of himself. “And I trust you, even in a different universe.”

No— Wait— Why did he even say that?! That was… bad. Way too forward. Way too… everything. Regret washed over Lysander immediately.

Overcome with a profound feeling of shame and embarrassment, Lysander hid his face in his hands — he could feel just how hot his cheeks were.

“Non, Monsieur Fleur, don’t curl up your petals now! As foolish as it might be, I am honoured to have your trust.”

Lysander hid his face even more, his hair falling to the sides like curtains. “No! I am not talking about this anymore! One more word and I’m running away!”

He could hear Rook’s laughter. “Ah, then I will just have to chase after you. Shouldn’t you know I don’t give up so easily?”

Ah. Well. Lysander just couldn’t win, could he?

[theunknownfloof]

helppp mee

im scared of my art recently

tw: ribcage exposed

i hate u laptop camera for fuck up everything /silly

[tragedybunny]

The Song Divine - Chapter 4

༺Summary༻

Astrid was an opera singer with a glowing future ahead of her when fate crosses her path with that of Prince Folwin, youngest son of the Emperor. The two begin what feels like a romance from tales of old. The closer the two become though, the more Astrid is pulled into the deepening conflict tearing the Imperial Family apart from within. One fateful night will shatter it entirely, leaving Astrid alone in the world and a fugitive. Just as she begins to find solace among the companions who took her in, her and Folwin are thrust back together for a grim mission that will have them pardoned if they can see it through. While the dangers they face are great, the biggest struggle might be having one another close through it all.

༺Warnings�� Setting appropriate violence, sexual content

༺Word Count༻ 3409

༺A/N༻ Hello Lovelies, Well it's been a hot minute huh? But we're back again! First off - huge, eternal thanks to @icybluepenguin for editing and being the first fan of this story. Secondly - thank you to everyone who takes time to read. As always, comments are appreciated endlessly.

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Astrid returned to her seat, beginning to wilt under all the attention as the high from her performance wore off. It was a blessed relief when a violinist started to play and the stares turned his way. All of them but one, she noticed, sneaking a look at Folwin. For a moment, they locked eyes and he smiled softly, almost shyly, at her. Her heart fluttered. Foolish, she scolded herself. What did Orianna just warn her about? The last few performances happened in a daze, as Astrid remained all too aware that it was her he continued to watch, only dragging her attention from him when Orianna began the evening’s finale. 

There was no diva more technically perfect than Orianna, a lauded voice, an instrument of perfection. The piece she sang was no operatic aria, but instead an ancient folk song, elevated to high art by the medium that was her voice. Not even the distraction of Folwin could compete with it. Every time she watched Orianna perform, Astrid drank it in, trying to glean from it lessons for herself. 

When she finished with a last great high note that Astrid thought might shatter the glass of the chandelier above them, everyone stood in a resounding ovation. Astrid leapt to her feet too in honor of the great soprano.  Many of the nobility were off to private dinner parties now, inviting their favorites to join them. Fatigued from the nerves and attention and crowds of the evening, Astrid dodged any probing inquiries about her plans, coming to cling to Orianna’s arm. A great procession exited the parlor, and she breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of returning home. 

“Astrid, weren’t you wearing two hairpins?” Orianna’s voice shattered her calm and Astrid ran her hands over her hair, finding one missing.

“Oh no,” she gasped, panic gripping her. “They were my mother’s.” 

“Trouble, my dears?” Folwin appeared at their side, gracefully waving at exiting guests. 

“Poor Astrid has lost a hairpin,” Orianna explained while Astrid flushed. It must seem a silly thing to him. “And I’m afraid I promised Duke Hessing I would join him for dinner.” 

“Not to worry, I’m more than happy to assist, and I’ll see to it that she gets home.”  The warm reassurance in his voice did nothing to help her. The room was emptying and she was now short of a hairpin and nearly completely alone with the intimidating object of her fascination. 

Orianna hesitated, a moment of skepticism cracking her artful mask. "Astrid, is that fine by you?" The other woman squeezed her arm in reassurance. 

If Folwin had seen the moment of protectiveness, he said nothing, waiting for her answer with serene patience. The hairpin was one of her few last tokens of a mother she couldn’t remember… but to be alone with him when his intent was still so unclear and her heart was battering her ribcage near him. Slowly, she unwound her arm from Orianna’s. She had said he was kind. 

“I appreciate your offer, Folwin. It is quite generous for you to take time for my trouble.” 

The room had emptied and Orianna gave her a small sigh. “Do take care of her.” She shot Folwin a stern look.. 

Folwin smiled at her. “You’ve nothing to fear, I’ll see her home, safe and sound.” 

Orianna left a kiss on Astrid’s cheek. “We’ve a performance tomorrow night, don’t linger too long.” 

The door was closed behind Orianna by a female guard with an annoyed look about her, and Astrid was left standing there with Folwin in uneven silence. “Thank you again for the help.” Once again she was aware how he towered over her, and how he seemed to shine with some sort of radiance. Was it Elven blood? 

“Actually, I must offer you an apology.” Opening a hand he’d withdrawn from a pocket, he held out her hairpin. 

Ice water poured through her and she remembered his hand in her hair earlier. Eyes narrowed with suspicion and she snatched it from his hand. “You tricked me?” 

All the charming confidence seemed to vanish and his eyes went wide. “What? No. I just wanted to talk to you for a while and thought you’d be uncomfortable if I asked in front of everyone.” His posture wilted as she crossed her arms and only stared at him silently. “I apologize, it seems I have gravely misstepped. I meant no harm, I was only eager to see you again.” 

“Why,” she demanded, her suspicion softening.  

“To be honest, you enchant me.” A little of his confidence returned and he inched closer to her. 

It was too much, too obvious, and it hurt that he believed she would fall for it. “Do you think I’m so naive? You can just say you want to get under my skirts.” 

“I would if that’s all I wanted!” he protested loudly, absentmindedly tugging an escaped curl. “This has gone so wrong. I meant to come to see you after that night in the garden, I did, but Father sent me to serve some time with my brother’s army. When I came back, I wasn’t sure how to approach you, but I heard you were performing. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were so nervous about my invitation though, so I came up with this whole scheme.” His words ran together in a nervous haste. It felt real and raw, and somehow endearing. “I’ll make arrangements to get you home. Please, let’s forget this whole incident.” 

She tucked the hairpin back where it belonged. Could she really trust any of what he was saying? He captivated her though, as much as his deception alarmed her. “I guess there’s no harm in staying for a little.” 

“Truly?” He’d been pacing and stopped abruptly. “You don’t have to. But there is a rather private place I think you’d enjoy.” With a renewed smile, he offered her his arm. 

With rising sureness, she took it. “Lead the way.” Folwin pulled her in tight against him until she could feel the heat from his body against her skin, and led them from the parlor where the sour-faced guard and another followed in their wake. 

“Obligatory honor guard,” he explained. “Try to ignore them, I do.” A servant crossed their path with a laden tray and Folwin snatched a bottle of wine from it. “Perfect.” Following a rather small and unassuming hall, they reached another set of much smaller glass doors. 

Folwin pushed them open to reveal a garden in full bloom, encased by hundreds of panes of glass, and touched by some sort of Weaving. They stood in a massive conservatory, a garden of eternal summer. 

“It’s wondrous.” Even among the normal grandeur of the Imperial Complex, this place was something unique.

“I love the peace of gardens. That’s why I was out there that night. Let me show you around.” Still holding her arm, he escorted her deeper into the garden and further from the guards who remained at the entrance, their path lit by the stars and softly glowing hanging lanterns. Flowers in every hue of the rainbow bloomed in full: roses, lilies, peonies, violets, and camellias. A path of painted stones led through beds that seemed to be artfully crafted chaos. Statues nestled amongst shaped hedges, and benches offered an inviting respite. Arbors rose up over the path, with flowers coating them, leaving intoxicating scents drifting around them. 

The path meandered its way to the center of the conservatory where a fountain featuring marble sirens at play bubbled and flowed. Above, through the glass, Astrid could see a full moon shining down. One of the benches had been arranged to face the fountain and Folwin led them to it, taking a seat and letting her follow his lead. “This is my favorite spot in the whole palace.” 

“I can see why.” He’d let go of her arm but remained close enough that they almost touched. "And what should we talk about, now that you have me all alone out here," she said, a bit teasingly.

"Tell me everything about yourself, I'm dying to know." He took a drink from the wine bottle and offered it to her. 

Taking it, she made sure to sip lightly, trying to keep her head about her. "I'm afraid that you'll end up bored to death."

Fingers gently threaded through hers and she glanced over to see him studying her. "Impossible."

Warmth coursed through her and she blushed from the praise and silver eyes that kept fixed on her. "I grew up in the Opera house…"

"...my father was so mad, said I was a terrible embarrassment. But I really hated singing for the Countess, and pretend-fainting seemed like a reasonable idea at the time." Astrid could laugh at the memory now, back then it had earned her the rare beating from her father. 

She left that part out to not spoil the mood as across the bench, Folwin laughed. "I can sympathize, ‘embarrassment’ is one of my father's many favorite terms for me." He shifted closer, so Astrid’s knees rested across his lap instead of her ankles. 

When exactly she'd put them up escaped her. They'd been talking for what felt like hours but time passed strangely with the two of them alone in the stillness of the garden. 

One of Folwin’s pale hands reached out and cupped her cheek and she froze, laughter dying away. "Astrid, would you allow me to kiss you?"

Her mouth ran dry. She knew deep down she'd been waiting for this moment. "Absolutely."

Leaning in, he brushed his lips to hers, with incredible gentleness. They were petal-soft and the taste of the wine they'd shared lingered on them. If she could've stopped time there, she would have. It was over far too soon. 

"I imagine I should see to it that you return home," Folwin said regretfully before adding in a hungry tone, "unless you'd like to stay the night?"

Well-intentioned warnings and sensible caution warred with something wild and needy stirring in her. Folwin had promised it wasn't all that he wanted of her, yet here they were. "Would you think less of me if I say yes?"

"Nothing could make me think any less of you, my darling Astrid." He kissed her again, deeper, passion making him eager. 

"I want to stay with you tonight." 

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The day dawned with harsh light and a hush about the town. The sounds they could hear from their rooms were not the raucous crowds headed to the docks to see the ships off, but muted tones - as though the whole town were waiting in fear of the Wardens. Rayna pulled them from bed at first light, escorting them down to the empty common room and a waiting breakfast. 

"Eat, you'll need it. We've set you up with provisions for the road. You’ll be leaving within the hour."

"Good morning, compatriots." Folwin sauntered down the stairs, looking much better off than the evening before in fresh clothes with his hair brushed and pinned up in the style he favored. Astrid glared at him over the porridge still steaming on the table, as he took the seat across from her. "You all look a sour lot this morning." 

"It's almost as though we were pressed into service on a suicide mission," Tallus said with false levity. "What a surprising turn of events." He and Lyza gave cold looks to Astrid while Brecken just continued to poke at his porridge. 

Folwin chuckled slightly but stopped when one of the Wardens stepped closer. "She didn't tell you all, did she? Intriguing.” 

For all her simmering rage at the glib tone and easy smirk, Astrid shrunk inward. “Don’t,” it sounded weak and pleading and shameful, all the things she swore she’d left behind. 

“Why? It’s the truth,” Lyza spoke with a wounding iciness. “Even the kin-killer is more honest.” 

Folwin’s head snapped toward her. “I did not–”

“You were there for the cause. You killed your brother, even if you didn’t land the blow.” 

Expression darkening, Folwin made to stand, and he was not bound like last night. “Come closer and say that.” 

“Stop it!” Brecken’s raised voice shocked them all into silence. “What good does this do us? They’ll be forcing us onto that road in an hour no matter what. We may as well bite our tongues and get through this without killing each other first.” 

“Well said,'' Rayna interjected herself back into the situation. Folwin settled back in his seat, while all of them tried to look anywhere but at each other. The map Rayna dumped on the table proved an excellent distraction. “There’s a rather decent road that runs down to Glimglaugh. That’s here,” she pointed at an ominous-looking tower on the map. 

“I’m aware of where my brother’s favorite fortress is.” Folwin’s annoyance drew a hard look from Rayna. 

“And they said you were the dumb one,” she turned a poison smile on him, “anyway then, since Folwin seems so sure of himself, just make sure to stay out of the Orcish and Dwarven borders. Time’s almost up.” 

True to her word, Rayna forced them from the inn shortly, leaving the wide-eyed innkeeper to clean up in their wake. Above them, the sky was gray and the sun hid behind lurking clouds. Their horses plus a fifth one waited for them around front, along with the rest of the Wardens, bearing their weapons. Astrid never carried more than a dagger, her voice being her real weapon but the weight of it at her side again was reassuring. Lyza’s shield hung over her back, and her great sword at her side, Tallus’s many daggers and tools were turned over for him to secret away, and Brecken’s bow and short sword soon adorned the elven archer. Astrid glanced over as Folwin strapped on a belt with both a rapier and dagger, his preferred style of combat, one she knew he was deceptively deadly with. 

A memory of better times washed over her, of watching Folwin sparing with Eldrin, the pair of blades allowing him to strike lightning quick and still defend.  

The shores of the lake had been awash with sun in the placid heat of the day. It was only the four of them; the guards maintained their distance at Camberia, the Imperial family’s forest retreat. Astrid sat on the grass, watching the afternoon’s entertainment along with Syndr'lla, Eldrin’s wife. Flashing blades clashed, shining in the light as well-trained pair danced back and forth in the duel. 

Despite Folwin’s skill, something had become obvious to even Astrid’s untrained eye, and that returned to haunt her now. Folwin had been hopelessly outperformed by Eldrin. Years of military experience had made Eldrin a peerless warrior, while his iron will made him a relentless force. Whatever fleeting hopes Astrid had for their chances were swiftly dashed by the memory of the monster that hid behind the deceptive, easy smile.  The match had taken far longer than it should have, with Eldrin giving away his advantage several times until eventually Folwin realized it. “You’re going easy on me!” 

“You have a long way to go, little brother, I’m only trying to teach you.” Eldrin’s smile had seemed warm, but in her memories now it seemed full of hidden malice. 

Shaking her head, she cleared away the thoughts of what had once been a perfect day and mounted her horse. The steady presence of Faye, the white mare she’d acquired on their travels, was a welcome companion for what lay ahead. 

The rest of the party mounted, a haunting black courser having been supplied for Folwin’s use. Astrid caught Lyza eyeing it jealously before quickly looking away.

“You all look very heroic,” Rayna needled. “Time to be on your way.” Before she’d even finished speaking, they were urging the horses forward, none of them wanting to be there any longer. “Oh and one more thing. It would seem Eldrin still has the Dagger of Harin, best of luck with that.” 

Silence greeted her pronouncement and Astrid realized her friends had no idea what that meant - even as she pushed down memories of the foul aura of the thing and visions of Eldrin wielding it. Folwin stiffened in his saddle for a moment before continuing on like she'd said nothing. 

The road out of town was mostly deserted, and those on it went about their business quickly, shooting curious, wary glances their way. Before long, Lyza pulled ahead of them, taking the lead. "Before we get any further, let's make this clear. I'm stuck here, so this is my mission, I'm in charge." 

A collective breath was held as they waited to see what their newest member would say in response, how he would take her assertion of authority. Folwin merely shrugged, falling to the back of their group. "If you insist. But I'll remind you that when we get to Glimglaugh, I'm the only one that knows the place and how my brother will think."

"Noted." 

The ride fell back into silence as they came at last to the outskirts of town. The last of the buildings faded into rolling grasslands that were dusted with frost. The road that they would follow would wind east before veering south to Glimglaugh. This side of the Empire was still "uncivilized" as many in the Capital would say and the road was likely to be rough. 

As they rode, Astrid tried to numb herself to rending pain of her world spun out of control for the second time in her life, to go to that place where she used to fend off stage fright and her father’s angry outbursts. Her eyes were focused only on the road before her, not the friends who had turned on her or the lover that had betrayed her. Despite her best effort, her vision still blurred with unshed tears.

"Kin-killer," Lyza called from up ahead and Astrid watched as Folwin tensed. 

"Do not call me that." 

"Fine. Idiot. Does that suit you more?”

“I have a damn name, use it.” Folwin brought his horse to a stop on the side of the road and stayed there, glaring at Lyza’s back. 

Lyza spun her horse to face him, Tallus and Brecken clearing the way swiftly and she charged over to him. “Or what? You’ll throw a tantrum and leave? Do it. I don’t need to be looking after a fratricidal, useless, former Princeling.” The word Princeling left Astrid wincing – it was one of the few things that could provoke him to genuine anger. “I already have a duplicitous, timid songweaver to worry about.” 

The jab was unexpected and Astrid opened her mouth to defend herself, but found no words, only stinging pain. Even if Lyza was hurt and only lashing out, it felt like her family was falling apart. And all she could do was watch, too terrified if she acted it would all crash down on her and she would break. All she wanted was to hang on, to make it through, and maybe things could go back to how they were. 

“And give Branagh the satisfaction of ending me? Absolutely not.” Folwin regained his imperious calm. “Call me what you like, Captain, I won’t give you the satisfaction of another verbal sparring.” 

Lyza’s face didn’t betray her thoughts. “Fine, Idiot. What did the Warden mean by Dagger of Harin?” 

“Oh you know, just the God Relic of Harin. Can kill you with a cut, makes it hard to find you, awakens magical apptitude where there was none, other things no one knows about. Shouldn’t be an issue at all.” Folwin grinned as Lyza’s face shifted from rage to fear before she finally regained control. 

The God Relics had been left behind for the faithful when the Gods departed this plane. That’s what was preached in every temple but they had been myths until Eldrin had discovered the Dagger. Folwin’s nonchalance in the face of it was baffling considering he had seen it’s power first hand - power that even now left Astrid shaken. 

“No matter, we know what we need to do.” Hands reached up to unconsciously stroke the ring that had been jammed on her finger, and Astrid started to notice the weight of the one she bore. “Let’s go, keep up Idiot.” 

Folwin nudged his horse forward, keeping close enough to Lyza to be irritating. Tallus wasn’t far behind. Brecken however slowed his pace, waiting for Astrid to come along. She barely looked up at him, staring at the road instead and picking at an imagined spot on her skirt. 

“She’ll come around,” his voice was as calm as usual but it couldn’t cut through her turmoil. 

“I don’t blame her, this is all my fault. None of you deserve it.” The wretched threat of tears returned and she frustratedly wiped at her eyes, hoping Brecken wouldn’t see. 

“We’ll make it through, Astrid, you’ll see.” 

[opticfile]

China and reader having a Venti and Zhongli kind of relationship? Like they're both really old nations and are the last ones left of the ancients but they both can't seem to get along (maybe because China's a tsun-tsun), regardless tho they still refer to each other as friends maybe even secretly as something else...

China: (wine name) still tastes the same, but where are those who share the memory?

Reader: Hey

China: No

Reader: I am literally the only one left who's part of those memories!

✧ ITS SO SILLY just them arguing but also having a shared superiority complex bc they're old and outlived everyone else lmfao

—✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 // ill-mannered yao and cheeky reader, old man yao, "you kids don't get real art!11!!1!!1!1!!!", mutual pining but no one wants to give in and admit they like each other, discussion of loss and mild grief

Yao exhaled sharply as his eyes fluttered over the artwork before him. It was old as the dirt beneath the museum he stood in, it was old as he was.

The existence of a nation is bittersweet. 

You live long enough to see civilization evolve and change, see great inventions come to fruition and movements rise and fall. You experience every era, every style of art, of music, you experience each century’s creativity at its very peak and watch it fall as a new wave of thinking floods into its place. As a nation, you grow with your people, with time, with history. You are history. 

You get to see the peak of what you love.

But you must also watch its bitter descent. You live long enough to see everything you know and love disappear into time and get shoved into history books and museums that refuse to depict what you experienced and what you saw entirely accurately. You forget things you love, you forget old friends and old favorites. You watch the faces of people you love decay and dissolve until they get buried under the dirt you’ll continue to walk upon for years, and it’s heart-wrenching. Everything you love is torn away, and everything you find will not last. 

And when you’re as old as Yao, very few can share your memories.

Yao has lived with a glare in his eyes and a sharpness on his tongue for longer than most other nations have. He’s seen his old friends rise and fall and he’s kept himself steady throughout, bracing himself for every wave that washed over him and every loss he experienced. There are very few left that can rival his existence. 

“See this? The artist’s use of the brush is impeccable.” Yao clicks his tongue, “Certainly superior to whatever mess modern art is. You’d think that they spilled paint on a canvas. Where is the inspiration?”

The young man beside him shifted on his feet impatiently, boredom painting his features as he looked over to a group of gleeful men, cheering with their drinks.

Yao sneers, “Hmph, as if you would understand, you're far too young.”

(and despite the nation beside Yao's inhuman age, it was clear Yao considered him hardly different than a child)

“So um… I’ll see you around, China.” The nation shuffles away, heels of his shoes clicking the tiled floor as he walked over to those he could relate to a bit better.

And a laugh bounces off the walls, one that makes Yao huff.

“Hello Yao,” you sang, “I’ve see you’ve been terrorizing our juniors again.”

You smiled at the man before you, tilting your head as his arms crossed a little tighter and his lips twitched in annoyance.

“Come now, don’t ignore your old friend.” You frowned, mock hurt echoing through your voice.

“You’d think such an old friend would know when to leave someone be.” Yao bit back, drawing a giggle from your ribcage that made something in his heart remember. 

(but he would never give in to a feeling so traitorous)

You gazed over the old painting, slowly stepping closer to Yao. “The artist’s brush work is immaculate, yes?”

“Yes.” Yao sighed, “Despite your bothersome nature, at least you have taste.”

You pretended to gasp in offense, a hand clutching at your imaginary pearls. 

“If you’re going to reminisce, you shouldn’t call the only person who shares the memories bothersome, how impolite, Yao.”

Yao glared at you in annoyance, “But it is true, is it not? Should I lie just to protect your feelings?” 

“Perhaps,” You smiled, “You never know how much longer we have.”

Something in Yao stutters as he remembers those who faded from his life, nations he outlived, conquered, killed. 

(but he shook it off and told himself it had nothing to do with you)

“We’ll see who outlives who,” Yao said, smugly. 

“So the bet is still on then?” You giggled, “I trust you’ll hold up your end of the deal when I outlive you, then?”

“Might be hard from the grave,” Yao allowed a smile to grace his lips, “Perhaps in my last days I’ll arrange it. Though I suspect I won't be needing to.”

“How confident.” 

What a twisted game it was. Betting on who would die first, who would leave the other’s life. The last pieces of a puzzle lost to time and they do not fit together, but their edges are mangled from years of pushing and forcing and-

What would Yao do if he lost you to time?

“Maybe I should go first,” His voice lowered into a bitter murmur, “This life is taking far too long as it is.”

“And lose? I’m shocked you’re willing to entertain such an idea.”

“A loss more bearable than-” Yao snapped his mouth shut, eyes reluctant to move from your face (lips) as he flushes. “Than having to live another day with you irritating me.”

You laugh.

“That would be the Yao I know so dearly, then.”

“Dearly?” Yao spat, “As if we haven’t been feuding for centuries.”

“Of course, but maybe the hatred has let me get to know you better than kindness would, hm?” You teased, “Such a cruel tongue, you should learn to hold back.” 

“You talk too much, take your own advice.”

“Mmmm, no, you’d miss my voice too much.” You winked, Yao’s face scrunching up as his heart quickened.

“Perhaps the best invention I’ve witnessed is earplugs.” 

“Or maybe a gag to hold back your sharp insults-”

The sharp noise of glass breaking forces the two of you to glance over to the splintered wine glass lying on the floor beside you. You raise a brow as a young nation spews apologies at you.

“How clumsy.” You remark.

“You should watch where you’re going.” Yao tags along.

“So inconsiderate, where has common courtesy gone over the years?” You huff, turning away from the glass and from Yao.

“It seems we are the only ones with any manners left.” Yao turns to the painting as well.

And despite your bickering and teasing and insults your shoulders brush together as you stand in front of the painting and the nations around you still see you as old friends. And maybe the feud isn’t as big as the two of you try to make it. And maybe the pieces fit together better than you think.