#silverine arts

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Ragna's Silverine Arts

[ninawolv3rina]

Things Fae has:

Moral compass ❌

Decent strength score ❌

Impulse control ❌

Crippling fear of insects ✅

[vanillahina]

OC-tober ✨ Day 8 - OC with traditional clothing

Karla with traditional Johto(Japanese) clothing ✨

[archiveblogvw]

they listen to britney spears

[ragna-draws]

I've almost died incountable times, i survived one and another time and then i've fought again and i lost and lost and lost and lost...

And lost and los and lost and win...

And lost and lost and lost and win...

And lost and lost and win and lost...

And lost and win and lost and win...

And win and win and win and win

¡AND I HAUNTED DRAGONS!

silverine battle arts

Go and read/watch ragna crimson

[nijigasakilove]

Man, woman, in between idc crimson looks feminine enough and is hot. Absolutely would.

Kinda wish this episode would’ve been part of the premiere last week. This really feels like the end of the prologue of sorts for the story. That ending scene was so damn metal.

“You’re supposed to do exactly what I tell you”Leo accidentally let her true feelings slip there, but honestly can’t be too mad at her. Ragna has been under her protection and basically a loyal puppy for so long, him just changing in the space of a few hours and becoming OP has got to be a massive shock.

Feel bad for Leo. I know Ragna just wants to protect her and keep her away from all this, but I wish he would’ve let her down softer. Especially after everything they’ve been through.

The studio really know how to snap on those Silverine Battle Arts fight scenes. That camera motion is so fire during those moments. The fight animation is great.

Crimson finally reveals himself. Badass entrance. Love how he planned to force Ragna to drink the poison and Ragna just ends up chugging it with no convincing needed 💀 they’re going to make an amazing team. The story is finally starting next week and I’m hype for it!

[food-adventure-sanji]

Nadia: Do you have any other plants besides the basil that you want to grow? (I adore your art, you draw Sanji so nicely ^v^ 💞)

Oh dear lady, I’m flattered by your attention!! I do in fact have other plants, namely mint–

–and an oversized marimo. 

[lilypixels]

Izzy’s Dag-Dag The Artist… Tag

By @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

~ Rules ~

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna! Also make sure you tag me and use #dagdagtheartisttag so I can see it!!!!!!!!

This is a bit long so i’m just gonna...

~Questions~

1.) Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name? Both are fine! I don’t care much about what people refer to me as in general and have had someone on here call me lily once

2.) Where are you from? I won’t say exact, but I live in the middle of USA (I can’t wait to move-)

3.) Do you have pets? 👀 Yes! 3 dogs and 2 cats, tho only one cat is truly “mine”

4.) Tell us about your “dream”. uhh like where I want to be in life? what I want to do? um I’m still working on the exact job title, but I wish to do research at a natural history/science museum (sorta like archives or collections manager, but neither of those are quite right i think). Otherwise, I just hope to adopt and even foster kids cause my life would not be complete without little ones :3 (spouse/partner optional lol) 

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies? Randomly researching things that grasp my attention, games...lots of games, reading, watching tv, coloring (wait does that count as art-), uhhh spacing out

6. )Does anyone irl know about your blog? yeah, but mostly just know about, not like see my posts i guess

7.)Do you know anyone from your blog irl? not outside of just chatting on discord

8.) What are some fun facts about you? I’ve had some poems published before (it was with entering a poetry contest), I have surprisingly good balance, my brain is not properly awake/functioning until 10am which has led to me almost using soap as toothpaste a few times too many, I have a birthmark on my finger (bonus: it sorta changes color/how noticeable it is depending on how hot or cold I am lol, i call it a mini thermometer cause of this), apparently Lion King was my Disney movie obsession as a kid...oh and I have a certificate in cryptozoology lolz

9.) What’s your day job? i work as a private nanny/glorified babysitter (i don’t live with them or drive but work regular hours through week and as needed; even join the occasional vacation with them)

10.) Do you have a celebrity look alike? i don’t think so; a girl in high school once said I look like Cameron Diaz tho-

11.) What’s your aesthetic? for my blog I think it’s becoming like dark academia meets cottage core?? idk for myself...who knows

12.) What kind of artist are you? the tired kind lol

13.) How did you get into your form of art? if we’re looking at sims, uhhh well I just happened to learn about cc one day, then happened upon simblr, saw edits, and thought I’d give a try cause I can’t draw but I need a creative outlet so this worked for me

14.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create? if I do anything, its listen to music; music is generally random based on what I feel like but more recently its been 2d anime groups (idolish7, hypnosis mic, etc)

15.) What is your favorite of your own creations so far?  lets see...this, this, and this edit wise I think

16.) How would you describe your art style? idk chaos

17.) What is more satisfying to you coloring or outlining? coloring, I like coloring 

18.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

19.) What character from any media form do you most identify with? oh gosh uhhhh there’s a few but I’ll say Iori and Sogo from Idolish7 since they come to mind first lol. Iori is a fellow aquarius who hides his interests and agonizes over past slipups even a year later, others have legit moved on but he’s still stuck on it (that was true moment I was like “omg you are aquarius” lol cause yeah meee). Sogo i heavily relate to as well cause he’s,,,very nice and hides his own feelings, putting others before himself (but when right buttons get pushed, he can be scary lol) so yeah, those two

20.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to? I’ve never thought of this...no clue

21.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names? I have changed names, yes; I used to be silverine-sims but after a time i didn’t ~vibe~ with it

22.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose?  page songs like adding playlist to blog? i mean its possible already with bit of coding and I used to have one set up but uh one song huh? gosh um I guess Twisted Hearts by tasuku hatanaka; it was op for Moriarty the Patriot s2 and I’m pretty obsessed with it rn 

23.) Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8? my brain refuses to think and rank; i have trouble with choices and that extends to favorites,,

24.) Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully aware I’m ancient, but are you?) i know of myspace but otherwise i have no clue what all it entailed

25.) One last question; why are you like that? I grew up watching Secret Saturdays, He-Man, Teen Titans, Danny Phantom, and Spongebob idk what to tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dag dag?

Now tag tag!!!

I know not all of you will do this or was tagged by izzy already but I’m tagging everyone I can think of anyway-

@cyansimblr @neriney @lunchsims @waysims @klayde @sinfulwunders @void-imp @ladykendalsims @lazysunjade @almost-spring @smolteabirb @lunaziie @clumsyghostie​ and uh uh anyone else cause its too early and my brain just quit

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[laelaxiv]

>> art by Silverine

[acrossrealitieszine]

Here is the list of all the talented contributors for Across Realities: A Klance Fantasy Zine!

✧ Writers ✧

Allie  — Tumblr | Instagram ✧ Ange  — Link Tree

Dragon  — Tumblr | Twitter ✧ Haley  — Twitter | Tumblr

Ly  — AO3 | Tumblr ✧ Nate Nox  — Tumblr | AO3

Rosie  — Tumblr | Twitter ✧ Silverine  — Tumblr | Twitter 

speaks  — Tumblr | Twitter ✧ Umana  — Tumblr | AO3

✧ Betas ✧

Ace  — Tumblr ✧ Dina S.  — Twitter

Laura  — Instagram | Tumblr ✧ transshark — Tumblr | Twitter

✧ Merch Artists ✧

Apoorva  — Tumblr | Instagram ✧ Art by Little Miss Luna — Instagram | Etsy

Le Spirit Designs — Instagram | Twitter ✧ Scrubster — Instagram | Twitter

tried2draw — Tumblr | Instagram

✧ Artists ✧

Allexche — Instagram | Twitter ✧ Apoorva  — Tumblr | Instagram ✧ Buryoooooo — Twitter | Tumblr

cfpepperz — Tumblr ✧ Dreenicorn — Instagram | Twitter ✧ eolrie — Instagram | Twitter

Kao — Twitter | Instagram ✧ Kashi — Instagram | Twitter ✧ kessedy — Twitter | Tumblr

Kiwi_Kokosnuss — Twitter | Instagram ✧ ladvy — Instagram | Tumblr ✧ Misa — Instagram | Twitter

nico — Tumblr | Instagram ✧ Pussycat Scribbles — Twitter | Tumblr ✧ rateix — Instagram | Twitter

Reindeerene — Instagram | Twitter ✧ Rushire — Instagram | Twitter ✧ Stanglass — Twitter | Instagram

Tam (bkbs) — Tumblr | Instagram ✧ Tangmo — Twitter | Instagram ✧ Qato Queen — Instagram | Twitter

✧ Cover Artist ✧

Rushire — Instagram | Twitter

[primestartes]

Ludwig the Aspired

The Prince of Aspiration - The Vulpes de Slaanesh - The Siren King

Among the Daemon Princes of Slaanesh, Ludwig is a prominent devotee to the Thousand Arts of the blade and spells cultivated by the Dark Prince in his bored imaginations. A being feared among the scattered court for his silverine tongue and magical potency honed into a refined weapon of dominance and plots, the creature referred as Ludwig is said to be among the princes plucked from the World Before and others whisper to be a Daemon who loved one mortal with such passion that it melded into his very personality to the point it doesn’t recognize itself as its previous state. 

Either way, the being that was created is a scion of Slaanesh’s manipulations and warlike passions. 

Where many enjoy the boundless might of a daemonic body, Ludwig the Aspired often take the form of a Chaos Lord zoologically changed of vulpine appearance, clad in baroque armour of chaotic beauty rivalling the aelves in craftsmanship. The realities kept bound for his own amusement while the dark power in his skin urges to be unleashed. Whilst a more-than-capable spellweaver of Slaaneshi Lore, he enjoys the personal ballet of blades as he sings in glory to his Missing Prince in loving hope that They can hear him. Like his kindred Shalaxi Hellbane, he hunts for their God’s location and demands while indulging in the games and depravity that the Slaaneshi hopefuls and deluded drown themselves in. 

Cities have been felled by him; by whispered indulges to artistic sieges, the tortures of thousands among the countless races, the coordination of warbands killing one another, the outpacing of other Chaotic manipulations used for his gain. 

The Host at his flank; the sorcerers with corrupted souls in their attempts of joining him in song or find some small tutelage of his music, the chosen warriors in armour of beauty and swords of fell majesty, the deprived tribes and victims of fallen cities moving in formations, the mewling spawns of naked desire behind them. Slave-aelves bound and becoming horrid living altars of worship onto the Prince of Princes while their betters whip them as cruel overseers in the barest hope of not joining them, the Daemons of their god dancing and killing in glorious ballets and obedience onto the Prince’s edict with the highest of them being sister-cohorts to Ludwig himself - the Silver Brother and Gilt Sister becoming the Pillar-Triad of Subversion. 

Listen to the song carried in the wind, the Fox comes and he will always whisper his love into your ear.

[10-of-swords]

 https://www.deviantart.com/hasana-chan/art/He-s-Everything-766587191 

Ren had his arm out, watching as the inky tendrils curled around his forearm. They felt cold. They felt suffocating. The water pressing in around him and the smoky chains pulled him down, weighing on him until he felt like he could barely breathe. It’s what he felt every day, even above the surface. “It represents nothing,” Ren whispered, his eyes stinging. “There’s...nothing for me.”

“Oh?” The Magician stepped aside, waving his hand. Ren’s stomach twisted as a perfect illusion of Asra was conjured, with that same goofy, sly smile. “Is he nothing?”

Complete story below.

“Asra, are you going to tell me where we’re going.”

Asra smirked, glancing back over his shoulder at the young man who was glaring daggers into the back of his head as they maneuvered their way through the thick woods. “Not quite yet,” Asra purred, drawing an exasperated groan from the younger as he put a finger to his lips. “But don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

“Right, because you definitely didn’t say that an hour ago,” Ren muttered with a roll of his eyes, nimbly hopping over a stream as he followed close behind Asra. Beams of silver shivelight glowed in streams of starlight through the canopy above. Amoux sailed over their heads, ducking through the trees as the eagle followed them closely and Ren peered into the inky darkness, trying to discern where they were.

They were getting further and further away from Vesuvia. Asra mentioned that they were going to be performing Ren’s last lesson, before he becomes a master magician to celebrate his eighteenth birthday.  

He definitely didn’t think he’d be spending today tromping through a forest getting muddy and twigs in his hair. The early May morning was damp and humid, Ren’s least favourite kind of weather as he glowered at his older lover who expertly maneuvered his way through the brush.

“All right, we’re here.” Asra pushed aside a thick branch, gesturing for Ren to move ahead, and the caramel haired male sent him a cautious look before ducking under the bramble, and entering into a clearing.  A pool of crystal clear water sits undisturbed and surrounded by a ring of mossy stones. Fireflies danced, bobbed and weaved about the stones and above the water, their glow reflecting off the surface of the pool.  

Ren steps forward hesitantly, reaching out with his magic. The pool responds back with a wave of arcane energy and Ren blinks, glancing at Asra warily. “This place...”

“Powerful, isn’t it?” Asra says, a twinkle in his eyes as he brushes forward past Ren towards the pool. “There’s been a concentration of magical power here longer than I can remember. And look - we’re not alone.”

Ren turned to him, about to ask what he meant - when a firefly drifted in front of his face. Ren narrowed his eyes - then realized, they weren’t fireflies at all. They were tiny people, their wings and bodies giving off a faint glow. There was the distant sound of laughter as they fluttered about, landing on Asra’s shoulder and chattered in his ear like they were good friends.

“Oh really,” Asra mused, looking down to one of them who had perched on his finger. “Fascinating, what happened then?”

“You can understand them?” Ren asked with a frown. He couldn’t hear anything, save for tiny bells in his ears as he batted one of them away, resulting in an angry hum as the fey fluttered away.

“They don’t so much talk, as they do...share their thoughts,” Asra explained, watching one of them. Another chorus of bells sounded, and suddenly Asra’s cheeks flooded with red. “I- no! He’s not - we’re not...”

A choir of bells chimed playfully, and Ren had the feeling they were laughing as they flitted away after Asra waved his hand dismissively, cheeks still burning. “What did they say?” Ren asked, arching a thin brow and Asra shook his head.

“Don’t mind them. They like to play tricks. Now...why don’t we sit down.”

With the faeries still flitting about above in the trees, Ren and Asra sat down by the edge of the pool. The night was an ensemble of the chirping of crickets, the ringing of silverine bells and a warm wind blowing about, ruffling through their thin tunics. Ren heard the distinct sound of flapping wings, and he glanced upwards as Amoux perched in a tree above, watching them carefully.

“You still haven’t told me why we’re here,” Ren said, looking back to Asra who leaned back on his palms in the grass.

“We’re here for your last lesson,” Asra said, watching the water. “Your talent in the arcane arts is...unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

“Are you kidding,” Ren snorted. “I can’t even light a candle without it bursting into flames.”

“You just lack control. But you’ll get there. It seems the only time you can control it is in the heat of battle...but this should help you focus your energy. Have you ever heard of a Gateway.”

Ren frowned. “No. Never.”

Asra breathed, and nodded. He leaned forward, letting his fingertips glide across the surface of the water - and Ren watched as the water glowed where his fingers touched, the disturbed water emanating a teal light as it responded to his magic. “A Gateway is highly evolved magic that every Magician ends up learning,” he said quietly.  “It’s the manifestation of our souls. The realm where our....astral being can reside, and the place where we can go to travel to other realms.”

“Other realms?”

He nodded. “There are an infinite number of other realms. The Realm of the Magician, Realm of the Hanged Man, Realm of the Moon...and with your own Gateway, you can reach them.”

Ren screwed up his face. “Sounds complicated.”

“It’s some of the most advanced magic you can learn.”

Ren’s face was lit up by rippling flames that he conjured in the palm of his hand. Even now, his brows were bumped together as he struggled to control the fire that flickered and sputtered in his hand, as though it was reaching to burst forth and engulf them both. “Are you sure I’m ready,” he muttered, clenching his fist to kill the fire. “I can’t control my magic...how can I open a gateway if I can’t even...”

Warm hands were placed over his and he glanced up. Asra’s lavender eyes glittered in the light of the fireflies, a smile touching his lips as he squeezed Ren’s hands. “You doubt yourself too much,” he said softly, leaning back. “You can do this.” Ren felt scales against his skin as Faust slithered onto his hand from the grass, curling up his arm to perch on his shoulder supportively. In the branches, Amoux ruffled his feathers and watched the pair attentively.

“All right,” Ren muttered, closing his eyes. “I’ll give it a go. What....what do I do.”

“Wade into the center of the pool. Absorb the magic lingering in the water. The fey will help you.” Even now, the faeries were flittering about excitedly, hovering above the pair.

Ren had no idea what he was doing. But...he didn’t want to let Asra down. He squeezed Asra’s hand before standing, wading out into the pool. The water was warm as it soaked through his trousers and the lower half of his tunic, a light gasp slipping from between Ren’s lips as he waded out into the water. It felt...so strange. His entire body felt like it had gone numb and as he looked down, as though the pool held some kind of bioluminescent creatures, the water that touched his skin glowed a faint teal. He looked back to Asra who nodded encouragingly.

Well. Here goes nothing.

Ren closed his eyes, fanning his fingers out over the water, dipping his hands down so that the pads of his fingers barely brushed the surface. Even with his eyes closed, he could see the soft glow of the water as his fingers brushed against it. The warmth, the arcane power that pulsed from the pool, the soft fey bells...everything was like a cocoon, pressing in on him and flooding his senses.  

“Clear your mind.” Asra’s voice was garbled, as though he was underwater. “Conjure your happiest thoughts. Create a realm built upon those thoughts. Use it as a tether to your gateway.”

Ren focused. His eyes were shut, jaw tight as he concentrated. And yet....he could think of nothing. His happiest thoughts... His life has never been particularly happy. Up until he met Asra....it had actually been quite bland. Has there ever...ever been a time where he was truly happy?

He could feel Faust squeezing around his arm. He remembered the first time she did that. It was so long ago.

“Ren.” Asra’s voice again. Clear as a bell, echoing in his mind. “You can do this.”

But...no. Asra wasn’t talking. He’s been silent, letting him focus...that was a memory. A memory of the first time Asra began to teach him magic, help him control his powers. The first time he lit a spark in the palm of his hands, or accidentally doused Asra in a torrent of water trying to fill a bucket. Trying to conjure flames around his sword only to set the house on fire. Slowly, a smile began to slip across his lips.

They’d had so much time together. He actually felt....like he could do something for once.

Asra believed in him. When no one else had.  

....but at what cost. How long would it be before he smothered all that hope with a mistake.

The water around him began to glow so fiercely, it was as though a star was now sitting in the pool with him. Ren’s eyes snapped open. The entire pool was emanating a bright, teal light and looking back at Asra, the man was now standing, watching him with alarm flashing in his lavender eyes. Ren opened his mouth to talk - when he was sucked underwater.

Bubbles and radiant teal light was all he could see as he sank further and further away from the surface. In the distance, he could hear Asra’s voice, calling out his name, growing more and more distant as he sank. He didn’t struggle. Didn’t try to call out. Just let himself sink lower, and lower as the water crushed around him.

Did he really want to go back up to the surface.  Did he really want to risk disappointing his master. He’d never been the easiest apprentice. Always causing trouble, arguing, with a poor attitude and ungrateful demeanor. Maybe Asra was better without him.

“Are you just going to keep sinking?”

Ren twisted around underwater. A figure stood in the gloom, crimson fur untouched by the water which now felt freezing, and cold. Magenta eyes burned in the darkness, amusement dancing in their depths.

Ren knew exactly who this was.

“You can speak, you know,” The fox like being mused. His voice echoed inside Ren’s mind. “You can’t drown in your own Gateway.”

Ren hesitated, before taking a breath. The fox was right. In fact, he didn’t even feel the need to breathe. Yet, why did he feel like he was suffocating all the same. The darkness and shadows of the water around him pressed from all sides, and he had the horrible feeling that this was reminiscent to being in his own grave. “You’re the Magician,” Ren exhaled. “I recognize you...from Asra’s deck.”

The Magician gave an eloquent bow. “How perceptive. It’s not often you can see further than the tip of your own nose, magician.”

Ren swallowed, legs kicking beneath him to keep himself upright. “Who.... what are you.”

The Magician’s eyes glittered. “Who am I?” he mused. “I am you. And you are me. I am one, and I am all.”

Okay. Well that made zero sense. Ren narrowed his eyes, thoughtful for a moment, before turning to look around him. Dark shadows flowed around them like inky tendrils. “You....you said this was my Gateway. But that can’t be right. Asra said it’s-”

“The manifestation of your soul?” The Magician suddenly materialized next to Ren, making the boy gasp and back wheel away from the Magician. “What makes you so sure this isn’t your soul, young mage?”

Ren didn’t have an answer. He watched as the ribbons of smoke and shadow slowly wound around his legs and arms, keeping him still. They resembled something familiar. “Oftentimes,” the Magician purred, reaching out to caress one of the dark tendrils. “Our Gateways are a  manifestation of our current state of mind. A man who thinks nothing but fury will be in a realm of flames. A man whose mind is lost in a storm at sea will see nothing but waves washing over him. Tell me, Magician - what does your realm represent?”

Ren had his arm out, watching as the inky tendrils curled around his forearm. They felt cold. They felt suffocating. The water pressing in around him and the smoky chains pulled him down, weighing on him until he felt like he could barely breathe. It’s what he felt every day, even above the surface. “It represents nothing,” Ren whispered, his eyes stinging. “There’s...nothing for me.”

“Oh?” The Magician stepped aside, waving his hand. Ren’s stomach twisted as a perfect illusion of Asra was conjured, with that same goofy, sly smile. “Is he nothing?”

“He’s everything,” Ren said coolly. “But I just...” he wanted to move towards Asra. Wanted to touch his face, even if it was just an illusion. But the tendrils tied him down, so that all he could do was stare wistfully. “I can’t.” Something he’s said so many times. I can’t. “It’s too hard to reach the state of mind Asra wants me to. So I just stay like....this.” Turning slowly in a circle, he gestured to the suffocating darkness that closed in around them.

The Magician watched him attentively, ear twitching as he tapped a clawed finger on his furry chin. “You know, boy,” the Magician murmured, melting away into a swarm of bubbles. When he appeared, he stood right behind Ren, a cord of glowing thread stretched out between his hands. “You humans always assume that sadness and happiness lie on two opposite ends of the spectrum. That they’re so far from each other, you can’t possibly reach the other end.” The ends of the thread glowed.

“What’s your point?” Ren growled, growing tired of the Magician’s games.

“That can’t be any further from the truth. You see child, they are not separated by distance. In fact - they rest right beside each other.” The Magician touched the two ends together, and the thread melted away until it resembled a woven braid. “So easy to tilt back and forth, between smiles and scowls. One silly face can turn a frown upside down, and one setback can ruin a perfect day. And whose fault is that, I wonder?”

“Are you going to get to the point?” Ren snapped, whirling around on the Magician. But it was gone. All that remained was the Magician card that floated in the water in front of his face, and his smooth, silky voice emanating from the darkness.

“The point is,” the voice mused. “You have the power at any moment to alter the manifestation of your own soul.”

He felt a pull in his stomach. The water was crushing him from all sides, until he felt like his head might explode. Then, he was being dragged upwards, and he heard one final voice echoing in his mind.

“We will meet again, my little mage.”

At that moment, fingers grasped the collar of his shirt, yanking him above the surface of the water. “Ren!” Asra said in a panic, roping his arms further around Ren’s chest and hauling him onto dry land. Gasping and choking, Ren crawled onto the shore of the small pool, going down on his hands and knees, water dripping from the ends of his hair. “Ren, are you all right?” Asra asked frantically, on his knees with a hand on Ren’s shoulder. “God, I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you, you tried to tell me but I thought-” he paused when he spotted the Magician card clung tightly in Ren’s hand. “What? How did you...” he frantically glanced at his deck tied to his hip, instantly spotting the missing card. “How did you get that?”

“I’m fine, Asra,” Ren choked, coughing as he cleared the water in his lungs.  It was only then that he felt warm tears splashing onto his hands, and grating his teeth used his shoulder to wipe them away furiously. “And I uh...had a visitor.”

Asra didn’t look convinced. “You looked as though you were struggling,” he said. “I was about to call you back but you were...you were sucked right in. I couldn’t see you, or feel you. Where did you go?”

Amoux flew down, frantic emotions radiating off the eagle as he landed on Ren’s outstretched arm, nipping at his fingers worriedly. All right? Amoux’s voice echoed in his mind and Ren nodded.

“I’m fine, Amoux. And I...” he hesitated. “I went to someplace dark.”

Asra mouthed the works, shaking his head. “Maybe we should go back to the shop. We can try again some other time, after we rest and-”

“No. I’m doing it again.”

Concern flicked across Asra’s gaze as his eyes searched Ren’s face. “...are you sure? The last time...you were dangerously close to being lost. I could barely feel your aura.”

“Do you still believe I can do this.”

Asra’s shoulders tensed as Ren looked up at him, water still dripping off the ends of his hair as he pierced the magician with his teal gaze. Asra was quiet for a moment before placing his hand over Ren’s. “Always.”

“Then trust me.” Ren stood again, his legs trembling beneath him. “I can do this.”

Asra looked worried for a moment. Like he wanted to tell Ren know. But his lips flatlined and he gave a determined nod, helping Ren stabilize himself. “I know you can.”

Ren moved to go back into the pool when he paused. His fingers were still threaded with Asra’s as he turned back to look at his lover. “Come with me.”

Asra yelped as Ren tugged him into the pool with him, the water glowing in response to their bodies touching the surface of the pool. The faeries returned, dancing around them as the two stepped into the center of the pool. Finally, they faced one another, eyes closed and grasping one another’s hands as they focused, the water coming up nearly to their chests.

Happiness and sadness...not on opposite ends of the spectrum, but right beside one another. Even now, Ren could feel the heavy chains clamped around his wrists and ankles, trying to drag him down...but more than that, he could feel Asra’s warmth. Their fingers touching. Standing so close that Ren could feel Asra’s breath brushing against his damp skin.

The two magicians reached out. Their auras connected, twining like the Magician’s braid and Ren could feel the pool beginning to glow brighter, and felt Asra’s fingers tighten around his own.  

The shackles fell away as there was another burst of light, and the pair were sucked underwater. Instantly, the two Magicians gripped one another in a fierce, protective hug, Ren holding Asra close as they sank down into cold darkness. No. They would not come here. This was not him. This was not him.

His eyes were shut tight as he continued to grip onto Asra, fingers twined with the man’s silky tunic. Then, he felt a cool breeze brush against the back of his neck, and he opened his eyes. He and Asra stood embracing on the shore of a beach. Above, as though there was a crack in the sky light spilled out across the stars that gleamed like embers in the black. The beach was long and white, stretching as far as the eye could see with thick forest behind them, accompanied by the sounds of distant wolves.  It felt so real. But it couldn’t be. Ren didn’t recognize any of the stars that hung over them.

...it was so peaceful.

“Asra,” Ren exhaled, kissing the man’s nose.

Asra’s eyes opened, his iron grip on Ren’s sleeves going slack as he looked around. “Ren...” he whispered, eyes wide as he slowly spun in place, soaking up every detail of the realm as Ren broke away from him. “It’s...it’s your Gateway.” A grin slowly spread onto his lips as he looked back at Ren. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

“Asra.”

Asra turned. Ren stood on the edge of the beach, the water washing up onto his feet, raking gently across the white sand that glittered with starlight. Ren turned. And for the first time, looked..peaceful. “I never properly thanked you. For taking me in, for helping me. I...” he shook his head. “It means more than you could ever know. I’ll be better.”

Asra closed the distance between them in two short strides, pressing against Ren’s chest to gather him into a fierce kiss. Ren’s fingers reached up to tangle in the magician’s white hair, and when Asra pulled away, the two were left breathless. “I know you will,” Asra whispered, his adoring gaze roaming over the apprentice. “You’ll show them all.”

[vanillahina]

OC-tober ✨ Day 4 - Strongest OC

Fudo my beloved. He's behind the scenes, watching everything. He doesn't act on anything, but he's super strong!

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Cuddles

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Next dream, I'll take your hand

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by Silverine

In the eerie desert of Lance's nightmare, Keith's hand is untouchable. But after Red's intervention and an unexpected call, he may be closer to reach it.

Set after season 5. Art by dalbe-retusa.

Words: 5293, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith, Lance, Red Lion (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Dreams and Nightmares, Inspired by Art, A bit of langst, Pining Lance (Voltron), Oblivious Keith (Voltron), Red is the best wingman, Awkward Conversations, Canon Universe, Fanart

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