#ryroh

[aurriearts]

ockiss24 - RYROH!! @hyrohkaah :3

[disaster-bi-shan]

only co-writing ryroh fic with both of us in the googledoc can make me as unhinged as this

[transcendencism]

k’tasi: you betrayed the republic and everything you stood for so you could be with your boyfriend in the empire? who is the emperor’s wrath? who has killed hundreds, if not thousands of people?

hyroh: yeah and i’d do it again

[thequeenpi]

... My friend might have shipped himself with Iroh II and then I might have made some fanart... 

Bonus Pic!

[aurriearts]

scene redraw from nimona cos they were so ryroh coded oh my god. anyway reunion after ilum on manaan!

(@hyrohkaah)

[aurriearts]

There’s nothing he can do except claw pathetically against his grip. … He feebly pounds his fist against Rai’s chest, not so much to hurt or push away, but to plead.

illustrations from the ilum fic i cowrote with @hyrohkaah to celebrate posting a second chapter :D

[disaster-bi-shan]

coming up with All the tastey dvuhmi-kaah family solidarity lore in the ryroh verse with joel is So Tastey

[disaster-bi-shan]

if anyone cares the companion fic is basically ry pov equivalent of what hyrohs going through in ilum fic ch2

basically ry wallowing in self-pity and trying to outrun his guilt (and failing) and force ghost hannen not having any of his shit, we're at poor little meow meow levels of patheticness.

would love to post it when it finally gets finished but theres something about the flow that isn't quite working yet lol

[disaster-bi-shan]

writing the ilum fic (and adjacent) indeed makes me realise the absolute category 5 melodrama ryroh is based on and it's really good to get to grips with that lmao, but also holy shit HOW MANY SOLID HOURS OF WRITING??

[disaster-bi-shan]

less i know (the better) (4738 words) by aurrie, transcendencism Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython/Male Sith Warrior Characters: Male Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython, Male Sith Warrior Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, or if we want to get really specific about it, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, with a heavy emphasis on the Enemies bit, Hurt No Comfort Summary:

—Blazing, orange eyes — they’re supposed to be green, why aren’t they green—

No no no.

The name escapes his lips like a plea, the utterance mangled by grief. “Rai.”

The Ilum Fic.

[disaster-bi-shan]

ryroh text message shitpost :3

@transgenderbeam

[transcendencism]

33 w ryroh bc i am a sap 🤺

33. bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go | handholding prompts

“Hold still.”

“I am.”

“That doesn’t look still to me.”

Hyroh growls under his breath and wraps his free arm around his middle; he starts to curl the fingers of his injured hand into his palm, but Rylthos carefully (and far too tenderly, giving Hyroh ideas he shouldn’t entertain) unfurls them again. “I know,” he says when Rylthos opens his mouth to warn him again, “stay still. I’ve got it.”

Biting his lip, Hyroh struggles not to twitch away when Ry returns the disinfectant-soaked cotton swab back to his hand. He gently pats at the jagged scraped, torn skin. Hyroh chews his lip and brings his eyes away from the injury, returning instead to Ry’s face. There’s a focused frown there, lacking the usual bite that he wears behind the helmet when it’s time to work. It’s foolish, even a bit selfish, but Hyroh savors it every time; savors the gentleness that Ry turns towards him because he knows it’s rare, reserved for so few.

Hyroh yelps as the swab presses deeper into one of the larger cuts and attempts to yank his hand back, stopped by Ry’s strong grip. “Sorry,” he says in that tone that tells Hyroh he doesn’t mean it in the slightest, if the smirk didn’t give him away. “You were staring.”

“... Yeah,” Hyroh replies quietly, lacking any witty response or excuse. Ry shakes his head with a chuckle and sets the swab aside in exchange for the bandages.

“What’s on your mind,” Ry asks, starting to wind the soft, white bandages around his hand.

Hyroh shakes his head. “It’s silly,” he mumbles, watching the bandages circle his hand. Ry doesn’t press him to continue, which is for the best. There’s no voicing the thoughts he’s been having; to wish it would be treason, let alone saying it aloud. He’s resigned himself to the fact that once this coalition is no longer useful, it’ll probably be the last they’ll ever see of each other.

(Except on the battlefield, where all of this reconciliation will have been for nothing, and they’ll try to kill each other as if none of this ever happened.)

Ry ties off the bandage and smooths down the layers of gauze and ... stays there. His hands (how much blood is on those hands, and why can’t he bring himself to care) frame Hyroh’s, thumb resting idly on top of his palm as though there’s nowhere more important to go, or that it’s reached its destination.

Ry absently brushes his thumb over the bandages. “Is that better?”

Hyroh nods mutely, watching Ry’s thumb move in a slow, unhurried pattern over his palm. “Thank you,” he finally says with a dry, aching throat, blinking hard to clear away any ambitious tears. It’s foolish, he knows it is. And he can’t say it, he can’t ask such a question.

But then Ry gives his injured hand a gentle squeeze and withdraws from him; he packs up the first aid kit and wordlessly heads for the door, and Hyroh hears it roaring in his ears, climbing up his throat: that intangible desire, beyond any reasonable request or plea. He almost chokes swallowing it back down and forces himself to stare at the bandages.

(If he could, if he were allowed, he’d ask Rylthos to never walk away again. But he isn’t, so he won’t.)

[rylthos belongs to @disaster-bi-shan]

[disaster-bi-shan]

me thinking about ryroh listening to "listen" by one ok rock and in our bedrooms after the war by stars

[transcendencism]

[transcendencism]

friends to enemies to lovers..... chinhands