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[thedemises]

. . . SAVE A HORSE, GO ON A RIDE WITH THE COWBOY! featuring boothill!

notes! . . . y'know the phrase, “save a horse, ride the cowboy”? well, I decided to-do something about it with boothill... except it's sfw and more like “save a horse, ride with the cowboy” cuz i dont do nsfw here >:/. god give me acceptance for how boothill is so ooc here- 😭😭 idnk how to write his character properly, and does he even have a horse?? I don't remember seeing a horse when his character and banner got leaked, so let's just pretend he does have one for the sake of K'hailreigh for this plot. 💀

imagine returning the horse boothill had been searching for all day after it got the chance to escape through the tall fences the moment they were opened, his eyes widen at the sight of his companion with you guiding alongside it. normally, his horse wouldn't follow after someone else's orders other than him... and it behaves pretty feisty and rough with people who isn't him.

boothill is relieved to see that his trusty horse hadn't been injured, briefly thanking you as he goes over to fuss over his stallion. you can't help your gaze wandering and examining his figure, in awe of the metallic and cyborg parts of the cowboy in front of you. sure you might've seen people having artificial and metal parts attached to them, but this man right here just plainly looks like a robot if it weren't for his humanly head.

boothill notices you eyeing every inch of him, glancing from the lasso that hangs at his hips to the pistols to his arms and to his legs. he glares a wolfishly smile at you, baring the shark-like teeth that you gaze in short surprise at, and asks in a teasingly tone, “like what you see, darlin'?”, observing how you blink owlishly at him. but then, he's becomes sort of surprised when you nod your head and confirm that—yes, you like his appearance and how the color scheme matches altogether, while indirectly  commenting how he's a good-looking cowboy.

boothill, after his turn of blinking at you, grins and narrows his eyes with an intrigued look in them; amused by you and how you don't seem in the slightest.. nervous or terrified in his presence. you perked the cyborg's interest.

finishing the small talk with the man, you mention that you'll be needing to go somewhere for an errand and boothill takes the opportunity to offer a ride there on his horse—as a thanks for retrieving his horse, taking in your surprised expression with a grin as he ends the sentence with a “darlin'”. he insists, even if you refuse, so you decide that it'll be quicker to go in a horse ride with the cowboy than rather walking by foot as you were given no other choice.

with boothill's assistance, you were boosted onto the horse and instructed by him to hold on as he looks back at you, flashing a toothy grin and a finger tilting his hat just slightly for a short moment before you and him rode off towards where you were needed to be at with his horse. startled by the increasing speed his horse was going, you instinctively grasp onto the cyborg cowboy's built body in order to not fall off during the ride accidentally—boothill grins at your expression, his laughter going with the wind, “better hol' on tight for now, sweetheart. this'll be a rough ride! i'll get ya to where yer headin' in no time!”

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[thedemises]

SKNNY NODLES.

we all know who these dragons are :)

[thedemises]

——— A BITE OF LOVE。 ★ jiaoqiu.

note; og idea — the idea of feeding your partner food & kissing them over the pots is so beautiful n intimate I wanna cry /j

“say, ‘aaah’ ,” a spoon was brought over to where your lips are, a red liquid emitting a spicy yet delicious scent into the air enters your nostrils. even while you're reading, jiaoqiu always has an excuse to make you his taste testee for his new dish.

“mhmm,”

your eyes still remain focused on your own business as you obediently open your lips for him to push the spoon into your mouth, the splash of hot flavor hits your tongue as you savour the tasty soup your partner had provided you to taste — of course, he made sure to blow on the spoon for you beforehand.

although it tasted as it was you expected from his excellent culinary skills, despite being a healer (“using food to treat my patients is my specialty, y'know,” is what you recall him saying a while ago), something was off; a missing element perhaps.

“well?” his large, furry tail sways behind him while jiaoqiu anticipated for your awaiting response, eyes shut with a smile and scheme in his heart, he knows how honest you can be with your feedback — which is why he deems you best when it comes to tasting his spices and whatnot, or anything in general; if you will.

even though your eyes were trained on something else at the moment, you still paused to make the effort to share your thoughts on jiaoqiu's soup.

“it just needs a pinch of salt, but it still tastes as exceptional as you are.” you remarked just as you slowly turned a page, your eyes flickering from the book to settle on jiaoqiu, unintentionally giving him a chance to lean in and press a chaste kiss on the lips.

it felt like a second too long but he pulled away just as quickly as it came, chuckling a bit at your taken aback expression.

“thank you,” and just like that, jiaoqiu swiftly leaves your area with a satisfactory look on his face. his tail swaying behind him while he makes his exit out of the room.

you stare dumbfounded from where he just left; the flavoring of pepper, paprika, chili powder, and other constituents still lingers on your tongue like an unforgettable, pungent aroma.

subsequently that same day, jiaoqiu had called you over to help him prepare rations for his patients. despite your initial confusion, you still agreed to help either way — to help others is something you like to do, occasionally.

“here, see if you like this,” jiaoqiu, yet again, calls you over as he motions for you to try something he’s eager for you to taste. of course you can't say no — although you're busy mixing something in one of the pots and the two of you are just a few feet apart in the kitchen — you faced your body towards him and moved forwards. you notice him offering something that seems to have filling of some sorts, it looks delicious too that you can't seem to resist... well, it's jiaoqiu; anything he makes is very appetizing.

with an eager bite, the treat yielded to your teeth, releasing a burst of flavor that spread across your tongue. the creamy filling mingled with the crisp outer layer, creating a harmonious blend that made you hum with delight. the contrasting textures and tastes melded together perfectly, creating a delicious explosion on your palate. you hum in delight, expressing your visible contentment.

“mm, that's good.”

you comment, gazing back at jiaoqiu with a smile and he smiles back; satisfied with your reaction as he settles the treat to the side on a plate.

“I think your food's trying to escape—it's on your face,” the foxian chuckles as he points out the small mess you had on the side of your mouth, where a smudge of filling lingers as you savor the last bites of the treat. you murmur a small ‘oh,’ and your hand reaches to wipe it off for yourself.

then, with a quick motion, jiaoqiu swipes the smudge of filling from your face onto his finger before you could. pausing for a moment, he brought it to his lips and licked it right off.

“mm...” he lets out a noise of consideration, a playful glint in his eyes as he savors the flavor. “... delicious.”

the peach foxian whispers and leans in, pressing a brief yet tender kiss to the corner of your mouth where the smudge had been, a fleeting act of affection that lingers longer in your heart than on your skin. without a word, he steps away, returning to whatever task had called him, as if the moment was as natural as breathing.

for a heartbeat, the world feels suspended, the gentle warmth of his gesture radiating through you. it’s only the soft bubbling of the soup in the pot that pulls you back to reality, your hand resuming its stirring almost instinctively. though your thoughts remain adrift, you can't help replaying the sweetness of the moment in your head.

© thedemises 2024. do not feed to ai, copy, steal, rewrite, or claim as your own. I will hunt you down for my sake.

[thedemises]

——— CLOUDHYMN MAGIC。 ★ dan heng.

note; og idea — this felt so awkward writing this.... i always write stuff from my perspective to get a sorta realistic and reasonable outcome(? does it make sense yet) but bro— :((

“where are you going?”

just as you had already stood up, dan heng was instantly alerted by the sudden emptiness from your spot of the shared bed. his eyelids threatening to close once again, he still had enough energy to look over his shoulder to gaze at your standing figure.

“uh, to get some water?” you respond, though it sounds uncertain as if you're answering to dan heng's question with another question. “I'm just somewhat thirsty,”

he simply stares at you for some second when a soft sigh escapes his lips, sitting up from his lying position and cups his palms together into the shape of bowl — eventually summoning in water, filling up the empty space of his palms using cloudhymn magic. you're not too surprised, considering dan heng is a part of the vidyadhara species; just disguising as a human to conceal his past.

you blink as he tells you, “you have to don't leave, just drink from my hand instead.” it was a rather blunt response but since it might as well just be a faster option to clench your thirst than getting up to go somewhere else to drink, you decide upon selecting the first one.

reluctantly, you sit back down on the mattress and lean in close to sip the water contained in dan heng's cupped hands — it's understandable since said water came from his cloudhymn magic (and I am unsure if whether or not this water is safe to drink or even have beneficial effects from what I read from the wiki, but let's say it's alright to drink for the sake of this plot for christ's sake—).

he quietly remained patient throughout the entire process as you drank from his hands. by the end, you had finished the water he provided using his cloudcry ability — your throat is noticeably much clearer from the uncomfortable dryness you felt before.

“better?” he enquires, lowering his hands down to his lap. to which you nod and wipe your mouth in the process. “the water tasted quite fine, thank you by the way,”

the way the corners of his lips quirk up expresses his slight contentment from your satisfied expression. he lays back against his pillow, and you follow suit moments later — the two of you lie comfortably together in bed, settling in for the night. you faintly hear dan heng murmur near your ear, "you're welcome. good night," just before you drift off to sleep.

you slept peacefully through the night, your throat clear and comforted by dan heng's presence by your side. for the first time in a while, everything felt just right.

© thedemises 2024. do not copy, steal, feed to ai, or claim as your own for my sake please. attempting to do any of those is just wrong.

[thedemises]

——— COLD HANDS。 ★ sunday.

note; I don't think I wrote my boy sunday good enough to the canon..... anyways I took inspiration from the fact that my hands r always cold so why not 😈 (I totally didn't take a week to finish this hahahahah this turned out a lot longer than I expected,,,, over 2k.... 😦)

tagging; @aventurineswife :3

you could've barely noticed it at first, but the tips of your fingers were slowly growing numb as time passes, likely due to the cold humidity in the room. however, you hardly care, letting yourself sink into the serene stillness in the party car of the astral express.

it had always been a normal occurrence for your hands to feel much colder than anyone else's, and it was a bother at times when you would unintentionally graze your own hand against a part of your body — however, you managed to find a small advantage in it; often pressing your icy fingers against your friends' necks as a small, playful prank.

you can remember the priceless expressions on your fellow express members' faces whenever you pull such an act on them without their awareness and the thought of it barely makes you chuckle to yourself on any occasion. heh, the corner of your lips quirk up into a sly smirk without your intentions.

though you wouldn't recommend doing that to the conductor of the train...

pointer fingers lightly tap on each other with hands clasped together, you stay seated with legs crossed as your eyes occasionally scan the room carefully for a potential candidate to interact with. member or guest, you just want to talk to pass the time. (shush isn't really fun to converse with, in your opinion; other than those jokes, he's a gentleman but not quite interesting enough in your eyes. though you're curious about shush's creator; the one who made the mixologist).

the top of your shoe taps against the polished floor, in a steady rhythm made up by your mind — or coming from a song you had in your mind for a while now — while you eventually spot your victim possible conversationist.

a young man standing at the farthest corner of the cart, in a bicolored tailcoat and small wings behind his ears which are of similar tone to his muted blue hair as a golden halo floats behind the head. they flap and twitch from time to time and he is merely unbothered by the silence in the area (besides the sound of glass cups clinking from shush cleaning them and that lady in a purple veil looking over some tarot cards floating in her hands), the halovian simply stares about at the space outside the cabin with a sort of... longing look in his eyes.

...

ah, sunday — former head of the oak family and older brother of the interastral famous idol; robin. honestly; you weren't really involved in the whole penacony catastrophe since you, alongside dan heng, decided to stay behind in the express until you made the decision to go and went along with the archivist (and a certain galaxy ranger who was practically hijacking the parlor car, and with a gun pointed at the reserved train guardian no less) and then assisting the others in taking down that damned giant mechanical monstrosity and that damned giant mechanical monstrosity's sea angel-looking things.

and now with that event taken care of and calming down, it's a bit of a surprise when the guy who tried to basically kill the other astral express members aboards the same train that railed him over a couple times and is now trying to redeem himself from the goal where he tried to turn everyone's dream into a complacent bliss by taking everyone's free will & future in the process.

instead of the one who (though, unintentionally) almost ascended to aeonhood, sunday is reduced to a mere passenger on the express train you too aboard on. what a life turning of events.

and with the idea of spooking him as well settles at the top of your mind.

the mischievous thought solidifies, and your eyes gleam with a subtle spark of excitement. sunday seems like the perfect target — a mix of composed and distant, a far cry from the usual express members who might anticipate your pranks by now; considering how long it has been since you've been a member.

your cold fingers itch with anticipation, the chill now feels like an asset rather than a hindrance — and it feels like the oh-so perfect moment to do so.

you rise from your seat slowly, careful not to make a sound that would alert him to your approach, as your steps are light, muffled by the carpeted floor of the party car. the young halovian seems deeply engrossed in the view beyond the window, the distant in his gaze making you almost reconsider — just for half a second. however, the faint smirk creeping up onto your lips reminds you of your current goal.

and who are you to shy away so quickly from an itching opportunity to fill your satisfaction?

as you inch closer behind with the quietest of steps, his ear wings twitch slightly, making you pause your movements. they’re... quite delicate up close than you realized, the translucent blue edges of each pale feather shimmering faintly and you were almost distracted by them. almost.

why yes, you were curious about his halovian features but now's not the time to ponder, you...

with deft fingers, you gently brush aside a curtain of his muted blue hair, exposing the nape of his neck. it's quite warmer than you expected — soft, almost inviting — and, while at the back of your mind you were a bit baffled how sunday barely even noticed what you were doing, it takes every ounce of self-control not to giggle at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“ah, what’s the point of hesitation now?” you mutter under your breath before plunging your frozen-like fingers onto the bare skin of his neck—

—the reaction you got was instantaneous. sunday’s breath hitches audibly and a low, startled gasp escapes his lips as his entire body jolts from the sudden, icy shock at the nape of his neck; his posture was rigid as if struck by lightning as his ear wings snap open instinctively, flaring out like a startled bird's — the sharp motion sends a soft, fleeting breeze through the air, ruffling your hair slightly.

“by the stars—!” he gasps, eyes wide and glimmering like fractured glass as a hand flies up to cover the assaulted area as if to guard it from another ambush from your shenanigans. his intriguing golden halo hovering behind his head wavers slightly, tilting as though reflecting his momentary loss of composure, and his cheeks flushed a light peachy red from the heat of surprise.

the young man spins around after a small beat of silence with a sharp intake of breath, his expression a mix of shock and confusion, the serene mask he wore moments ago completely shattered.

your hands had already retracted when sunday covered the back of his own neck, and you can't help the laughter that spills out of you; unrestrained and shameless.

“wo—ow!” you manage between bouts of mirth, a hand barely covers your mouth to partially drown out half the noise you were making within the usually quiet cart. “that... that was... absolutely priceless, sunday...!” your voice wavers and slightly cracks at the end of your sentence, still carried by the remnants of your laughter; the amusement from the entire situation clearly written all over your face.

for a moment, he just stares at you, caught between the bewilderment and indignation of your little prank... then, his brows knit together in a way that’s almost endearing, and his lips press into a tight line. “what… was that for?” his careful voice carries the faintest tremor, as though he’s still recovering from the shock of the chill.

eventually, you've recovered from your little laughing fit enough to answer sunday properly this time, as a hand of yours reached up to wipe off a small tear from your eyes. “oh, come on,” you lightly tease, leaning against a nearby chair with a smug grin. “you were just.. idly standing over there, looking all broody and mysterious; I couldn’t resist.”

sunday exhales sharply, visibly trying to collect himself. his wings fold back into place with a soft rustle, and his hand lingers protectively over his neck before letting it hang by his side.

“I was merely... thinking.”

“hm? about what?” asked you while tilting your head.

the halovian hesitates as the faint blush lingering on his cheeks gradually fades, leaving his complexion noticeably paler. “nothing that concerns you.”

“huh, is that so?” you drawl, tapping your chin as if in deep thought. “perhaps I have just found a new mystery to solve — cracking sunday’s enigmatic shell.”

“i— don’t even think about it,” he mutters, though there’s a flicker of something in his tone — a hint of amusement, perhaps? the left wing behind his ear twitches subtly before steadying behind him, but the slight folding of both ear wings toward his face betrays his embarrassment.

amused by his actions, you chuckle to yourself again and fold your arms over your chest. “you’ll have to lighten up eventually, y’know sunny. can’t stay all reserved and quiet forever.”

“don't—” sunday abruptly stops himself, then he sighs in exasperation of your antics. “you’re insufferable. but please refrain from calling me that in the future.”

“and you’re fun to mess with.” you flash him a cheeky smirk, already contemplating your next move. after all, what’s life aboard the astral express without a little bit of mischief?

“also, why not? but, however, if that's what you want...”

as sunday just turns away to the side just a bit, you straighten up your posture, still all smiley and smirking whatnot. you can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment; breaking through the usually quiet halovian's composure felt like a minor victory in itself. the quiet hum of the astral express fills the air again as the moment between you fades into the serene stillness of the party car.

still, something about the faint blush lingering on sunday’s cheeks keeps tugging at your thoughts. veneath the cool exterior and formal demeanor lies a person who, much like everyone else aboard this train, carries their own scars and stories. you might be good at teasing and poking a bit here and there, but you’re not oblivious to the weight he seems to bear — especially with what happened in the recent events.

the mood shifts slightly as you observe him quietly — he has resumed gazing out the window, though his expression is much softer now, his wings no longer bristling but relaxed. the golden halo behind him stabilizes, the light coming from the lights inside the party cart casting a faint glow that makes him look almost ethereal.

“you know,” you say, breaking the silence. sunday still gazes into the galaxy beyond the window but he secretly listens to whatever you're about to say. “I’m not always about pranks — however, if you ever feel like talking about whatever’s on your mind, I can lend you an ear too.”

the young man turns his head toward you, his brows raise up a little in mild surprise. for a moment, he seems to study you, as if trying to gauge your sincerity — finally, he exhales, and a small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

the response is brief but carries a surprising warmth that wasn’t there before. you nod in response, satisfied, and let the quietness stretch out again. maybe there’s more to sunday than meets the eye, and perhaps, in time, he’ll let you see a little more of what lies beneath his enigmatic exterior in the near future of trailblazing expeditions.

the sliding doors to the party car slide open suddenly, and ever-so bubbly march 7th bounces in as her ever-cheerful energy fills the space of the previous serene atmosphere. “hey! what’s going on in here? did I miss something fun?”

you almost can’t resist glancing at sunday with a small mischievous glint in your eye, the latter in question softly groans and shakes his head to himself.

“oh, really nothing much. I was merely giving our newest passenger a warm welcome.”

the bubblegum-haired girl glances between the two of you, a bit curious what the two of you were doing a bit earlier. “huh.. really though? because it looks like you were up to no good again.”

“awh— wait, me? never,” you tilt your head slightly as your voice takes on an exaggerated tone of mock-innocence. behind you, sunday exhales sharply and his eyes narrow as he pinches the bridge of his nose. march 7th crosses her arms, arching a brow before both of them briefly exchange a shared look — one that speaks volumes about their exasperation.

as the conversation shifts to lighter topics, the laughter and camaraderie in the room slowly build, filling the once-quiet space with warmth and life. even the young halovian seems to ease into the dynamic, his reserved nature softening just a bit as he listens to the banter around him.

in this moment, you realize that life aboard the astral express isn’t just about the journeys or the destinations — it’s about the people you share them with, the stories you create, and the bonds you forge along the way.

and as the stars continue to streak past outside into the milky way, you can’t help but feel that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, copy, or feed my written works to ai.

[thedemises]

I will forever love this fanart

Happy Halloween! 🎃✨ (inspired by the shining twins)

[thedemises]

——— THE REMEMBERED。 ★ jing yuan.

note; I got inspired and since december bouta end, I thought to quickly whip this up cuz that :3 man is on my mind rn :3c (the og title was supposed to be “a picture for the remembered” but it was too long so :C)

the streets of the luofu were alive with the sound of festivities as smiles and laughter echoed through the air. citizens bustled about while store vendors prepared and sold gifts and treats to eager buyers.

the christmas festival had brought together the xianzhou alliance in a way few events ever could. jing yuan, the esteemed general of the luofu, strolled through the decorated streets with a rare lightness in his step. the hum of laughter and music surrounded him, yet his thoughts were elsewhere — gaze noticing the visitor who had just arrived.

“ah, there you are,” jing yuan greeted calmly, his gaze settling on you as his body turned around to face you. you stood before him in all your glory; a faraway traveler originating from a planet you rarely spoke of to others — reserved but charming enough to connect with those around you, you were a unique wanderer who had assisted in the stellaron crisis, alongside the passengers of the astral express.

“i'm glad that i could make it,” you replied, mirroring his carefree smile, your hands clutched a carefully wrapped package that concealed the gift within its wrapping. “things have been going smoothly here, no?”

jing yuan threw his head back with a hearty laugh, the sound rumbling through the festive air. he crossed his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed, yet commanding. “of course not. holidays on the luofu are something else,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “i wouldn’t miss them for the world — even if it means being away work behind for a bit, ahahaha.”

your laughter joined his, light and genuine, as your eyes crinkled at the corners. the warmth in your expression mirrored his, the energy between you both as easy and bright as the festival around you.

jing yuan's golden eyes lingered on the package in your hands, his calm facade giving way to a subtle tilt of his head; his gaze, sharp yet warm, flickered between you and the neatly wrapped gift. stepping just a touch closer, his voice carried a quiet intrigue. “and just who,” he asked, his tone light but inviting, "might be the lucky one for this gift be?”

“hm?” your gaze followed his pointing finger, eyes landing on the neatly wrapped gift cradled in your hands. a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you extended it toward him. “oh, it’s actually for you, general. here,”

the general's brows lifted ever so slightly which betrays the brief off-guard look in his face, his golden eyes widening for a brief moment. “for me?” he echoed, his voice laced with a hint of surprise — then, his smile comes back, easy and unshaken, as he reached out to accept the gift from your insisting hands.

“how thoughtful of you, my friend.”

his hands closed around the package, and as he held its weight, his expression shifted just slightly — a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. the gift felt heavy — not in mass — but in meaning, as if it carried a piece of a history he had long guarded in his very heart.

“merry christmas, general jing yuan,” you said, your voice carrying a quiet joy that resonated with the warmth in your expression. your hand pressed lightly over your chest, a subtle gesture as if offering a piece of your own heart along with the words. the soft glow of the festival lights danced across your face, but your gaze remained steady on him, filled with purpose.

“i hope this gift i prepared for you is meaningful not just in your heart,” you continued, your tone gentle but deliberate, “but in the past memories you’ve made with former friends.” each word hung in the air, imbued with sincerity, as though you understood the weight of what you were handing him.

jing yuan’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, his usual relaxed smile softening into something deeper. there was an unspoken gratitude in his gaze as his lips curved into a warm smile — a gesture not just of politeness but genuine appreciation. with a quiet chuckle, he turned his attention to the gift in his hands, his fingers brushing against the edges of the wrapping as though the act of opening it was a sacred ritual.

with deliberate care, jing yuan unwraps the package from it's concealing wrapping, his golden eyes widening as the picture of the painting came into view; it was as a breathtaking depiction of five figures standing tall in their past prime — dan feng, yingxing, baiheng, jingliu, and himself surrounded around a table; their youthful faces radiated determination, camaraderie, and the boundless potential of a time long past.

his grip tightened on the edges of the frame as a lump rose in his throat. memories, sharp and vivid, flooded back to him; he could almost hear baiheng’s infectious laughter, feel the weight of jingliu’s gaze as she imparted wisdom, and sense the unspoken bond that had tethered them all together before time and fate unraveled it and separated their once oh-so close bond with one another.

you tilted your head, a subtle arch in your brow as you studied him closely, catching the faint tremble in his hands as they gripped the painting — the silence stretched for a moment, the weight of his reaction lingering in the air. “well?” you prompted gently, your voice breaking through his reverie.

jing yuan’s lips parted, his breath shaky as he spoke. “you must tell me where you got this done and how,” he murmured, his voice low and edged with emotion. his golden eyes flickered toward you, a raw mix of gratitude and vulnerability pooling within them, “this is the most wonderful and meaningful gift you’ve gotten me. thank you.”

his words were quiet, yet the sincerity in them struck like a chord, reverberating in the space between you both.

you nodded softly at his thanks, your gaze steady as you began to speak. the words came slowly at first, each one carefully chosen as you described the effort it had taken — the long hours spent piecing together the details, to commission an artist who could breathe life into the fragmented memories you had managed to gather.

as you spoke, jing yuan’s focus never wavered while he listened intently to your elaboration. his golden eyes, usually calm and carefree to others, now carried a raw depth of heavy emotion that seemed to grow with every word you shared. his hands still hele onto the painting with a gentle grasp in front of him as though the weight of it grounded him.

the atmosphere around the two of you felt quieter, the distant hum of the festival outside fading into the background. the guarded walls around jing yuan’s heart seemed to crack, allowing the weight of old memories to surface — in the presence of your words, the gift you had given him, and the first time in years; he felt a fragment of that long-lost era had been returned — a bittersweet warmth settling in his chest.

as the first tear slipped down his cheek, which he is quick to wipe it away before somebody had noticed, he allowed himself to embrace both the sorrow and the joy of the moment. the festival outside continued in full swing, but within his chambers, time seemed to pause.

for this christmas, more than any other, the general wasn’t just celebrating with his people — jing yuan was celebrating with the ghosts of his past, brought back to life by the one person who truly understood the depths of his heart.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, copy, or feed my written works to ai.

[thedemises]

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BONUS!! : old sampo version 💀

I like the new version better, the old version looks very :(((( I don't like itttt ekeledldkew I hate how rushed it looks 😭

[thedemises]

OSKKWEOWLDVJSLWBWWBW YOUNG BOOTHILL ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[thedemises]

omg the little angel things beside him.......

yaoi jesus

[thedemises]

the young hillboot

[thedemises]

pov: he's looking up at u cuz you're tall and he likes u /hj

[thedemises]

drew the cowboy from memory lmao

[thedemises]

I GOT A FUCKING WRITNG IDEA AND I JUST POSTED A DRABBLE LIKE A FEW HOURS AGO

So the trailer for this dropped

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HES A FKIN GHOST YA’LLー

[thedemises]

should've posted this here the moment I finished but I forgot after sending it on discord, anyways here's silly Boothill + extras :3

[thedemises]

tf u mean jiaoqiu is blind.