#yuurivoice shattered

[bloody-bread]

Old man, tell us your secrets

[sweetkaida]

"Foolish mage, you don't even realize...he doesn't have a clue...does he, Orchid?"

He's so pretty I couldn't stop myself xD Withered Finn my beloved 🥀💚

[disaster-of-98]

Little guy appreciation post.

I love him <3

This is a little guy from Finn Yuurivoice baner that i just noticed because of Shattered Teaser Trailer (go watch it).

[urpaperboy]

➸ Confrontations and Confessions Beyond the Veil

[mintygreencake]

"Happy Mother's Day, Mom."

(Clear ver. Below ❤️)

[darling-renyuu]

and time can't stop me quite like you did; auron & rook

fic summary: just rook, and how red became their favorite color. a/n: this popped into my head and i had to write it down before i lose it forever. also, my rook's side of the whole thing (but hehe i hope you like it (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)) word count: 845 words

the first time was a well-hidden farce.

his hands were shaking minutely as he spoke words that meant everything and nothing all at once. ones he had rehearsed over and over and over in front of a mirror until he went insane - but he was not sitting face to face with his own soul. no, not at all.

he asked himself once: how can someone be so unknown and so familiar to him all at once? how can someone be so like and unlike him?

his red hair made his vision blur, yet why do his veins yearn to flow through them? when did red make him feel so alive? when did brown eyes feel so cold?

it's truly odd.

everything about him makes his blood thrum and sing songs of unwritten epilogues. like stars etched with scarlet thread in his skin, longing to return to the heights. he's ecstatic when sanguine fills his periphery until its all he could think about. words and jargon blur on his screen, forming a silhouette that makes his heart yearn.

the second time was an instinct.

he should have felt fear. that's what they've taught them in school, right? red means a warning. a blaring message telling you to stop and run away.

though, red feels warm amongst the candles. intimate, with the light dancing around his hair and making him glow. he knows from those brown eyes that his soul is cold and battered and broken down until poisoned shards remain.

with every drop of wine, he could feel himself pressing his ear to the shattered mirror to hear the faint thump of a heart. the edges bite into his skin, but he smiles.

he feels like a fool; a happy fool. one who bares out a piece of his being to let this blood-soaked dagger lodge itself into the softness underneath.

grabbing his chin was an instinct. he needed to brand himself into his memory just like he had for him. he wanted hazel eyes to tint his vision just like brown eyes had for him.

it was a gamble, a risk, but it was a calling. it was a glint of something more that went beyond silly fantasies and fiction. it was as if his offer could put words to paper and make them come alive.

and it did.

the third was an epiphany.

the festivities were nothing compared to the joy he felt when that red appeared once again. he realized that red meant something new; an intriguing vulnerability, like blood underneath hardened skin, coiled around barbed bones.

he wanted to catch a glimpse of the man in an ivory tower. the man whose walls were crawling with crimson-tainted ivy, his gardens filled with fire and fury.

and somehow, in between, where the heavens and the earth meet, he did.

speaking so candidly with him felt odd. like seeing snow on the beach. so, so strange, but beautiful.

it was if they were circling each other, entangling themselves in a song and dance where their eyes and skin communicate for them.

his lips, bitten until they looked like cherries; his cheeks, blooming in rose... and that addicting scarlet bleeding like ink into the sheets.

before he knows it, red has become his favorite color.

Rook's eyes blink open, groaning softly. His hips hurt like hell, but hey, at least last night's shenanigans weren't some dream that would fade in the morning...

The ceiling of Auron's penthouse greets him, and he snuggles right back into the covers like a darling thing.

Like some kind of rare event, Auron was still asleep. The sun greets his peaceful form, the invisible string tying his brows together was not pulled taut for once. Rook simply stops, focusing on how his arm fits snugly against his waist, how his breaths slowly synched with his.

That article he read pops up in his mind again. The one about a pair of heartbeats synching when being in close proximity. Would theirs do that too? Would the silence be adorned with two heartbeats, seemingly fitting into the quiet as one?

He swallows, resting his cheek back into the pillow. He laughs softly to himself, thinking of all the ways Auron would chide him when he wakes up. Maybe something about "watching him in his sleep" or something.

And yet, even if they were entwined a few hours prior, he longs to touch. To feel, once again, the hum of his pulse against his fingertips. One that his soul is willing to echo.

He slowly brushes a finger against his cheek, his breath catching in anticipation. He knows he doesn't need to be so soft. His heart says otherwise.

And so, with a swipe of his thumb against his cheekbone, he lets out a breath with a quiver. His hazel eyes catch the sunlight. If ever Auron were to awaken at this moment, he would see red in the color of love; a subtle thing, something cautious and curious, blooming in the cracks.

for the fourth, time stops like it never had before.

writing belongs to @/darling-renyuu. please do not repost. art belongs to @/jackieeleanor.

[pinkushu]

Finding out Auron and Charlie haven’t spoken since Chapter 3 of Bittersweet broke my heart!! In my head, Charlie and Auron are friends!!

[msgillianlattea]

Idk why, but I really wanted to draw my favorite girls with guns, so here's @yuurivoice sugarboo and Rook with their respective guns. I think Rook has killed someone at least once.

[luckyratty]

Okay guys i figured out the lore and now im hip and relatable

[bloody-bread]

Based on theories that I made with my friends

[sweetkaida]

My "bittersweet" cup turned into a "shattered" one;D

Ba dum tss....

No, seriously, my family broke my BS mug qwq gotta get a replacement some time in the future

Anyway, thanks for hearing my bad joke to see the situation in a funnier light instead of a sad one haha

[disaster-of-98]

I haven't felt like that since the night of BitterSweet Chapter 3 | Reunions & Reckonings pt. 10

Sooo i have a theory. I might know what Withered Finn is. This will be chaotic but stay with me.

But first lets take a look at this beautiful man.

How do i say this without sounding like a thirsty bitch?... He is covered from head to toe. No Finn has never been this covered before. What is he hiding there? ...Secrets!

With his pale hair he looks ghastly compared to wibrent blond of other Finns.

You can see that under does gorgeous hair there is a difference in texture on his face. That might be a long scar but i think is some kind of root or a vine.

Got all of that? Great! Now we will take a detour thru the patch of my knowledge that's dedicated to things that look exactly like someone but they aren't them.

Of Course we have here doppelgangers, not them, mimics, dopplers but between all of this one grab my atencion.

A Fetch

A fetch is a supernatural double or an apparition of a living person.

In his Withered design he is dressed very modern and is talking to Aauron. So we can assume that he exist in the same reality as Bittersweet.

To my understanding reality of Bittersweet is the next step after your live in Evalas....But Source!Finn is alive in Evalas.

So what's Withered!Finn? An echo. Pieces of Source!Finn that he leaves behind after his visits.

So it's just that? A ghost? That's all you have?

NO!

The etymology of fetch is obscure and the origin of the term is unknown. It may derive from the verb "fetch"; the compound "fetch-life", evidently referring to a psychopomp who "fetches" the souls of the dying, is attested in Richard Stanyhurst's 1583 translation of the Aeneid and the first edition of the Oxford English Dictionary suggested this usage may indicate the origin of the term fetch.

I might not know what is going on, but i know that souls hold some kind of power in this universe (unless that has been retconned ) And Withered!Finn is definitely doing something with them.

Okey doppelganger psychopomp. Is that all? Why did you bring Fetch in to this?

BECAUSE OF DEAD HEAT BY PATRICIA BRIGGS!

In Dead Heat by Patricia Briggs, Charles and Anna encounter a fetch pretending to be a preschooler named Amethyst. Charles recites a riddle and the fetch answers "A fetch! A fetch! A fetch!"

and turns into a group of twigs in the shape of a girl tied with ribbon!

In case i'm not making myself clear enough. Withered!Finn is an gastly echo, apparition of a Source!Finn in a place where the souls go to start again made of vines roots and sticks hold together in a shape of human by his sluttly litte vest!

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Or you know something else completely.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Withered Finn: you...you played me like a fiddle!

Auron smirking: Fiddles are actually hard to play. I simply played you like the cheap kazoo you are.

[mintygreencake]

Trish I fear

[rancidiva]

THE GUN ????? THE SFX ????? THE MOMENTARY FLASHBACK IM LOSING IT. IM TRYING SO HARD TO BE NORMAL I PROMMY

[blacken-basks]

Imagine an AU where Withered!Finn succeeded, similar to Vaucher from Genshin, but after chasing Orchid all this time, they've come to absolutely *abhor* him. And they reject him in the worst ways imaginable. He succeeded, but everything is fucked