I met my idol, I do not need to reach towards anything now.

this is the funniest shit I’ve ever said about any character ever

K U M A M O T O - J A P A N

❝ well, we are certainly different in that regard. ❞ xiao grunts as she feels his weight 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥 her, inclining her head as she feels the white mane 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 her cheeks. itto has always been a sense of 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 to her; his frame is full of 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 and 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, akin to a bolder settling in the summer sun. but it goes 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 than that with their mate bond; the sense of 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 and 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 is supernatural, two souls intertwined with the same 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. her skin 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨 with electricity when xiao feels itto speak, the rumbling of the earth against her very bones, signifying a comfort that both 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 and 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 her heart.

but marriage is undoubtedly a human bonding, a physical manifestation of commitment. personally, the fact that she had experienced human marriages commemorated by a piece of paper seemed 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩. xiao could tell that this was of importance to itto. that tug over her hand, the threads 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 around her fingers hesitantly - fear and doubt coating her tongue in reluctance to decide. it wasn't hers.

golden orbs 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚 below, but they never waver in 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 or 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚, opening her chest for him to drink his fill, searching inside the crimson twin-suns for… 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. xiao tends to get lost whenever she looks into his gaze as if the end and the beginning develop them both in some 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐲. it is most certainly the 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 influencing her thoughts like this, and xiao blinks first as she starts to think.

❝ and how, exactly, do oni celebrate a bond of two souls? ❞ more a question for herself than anything else, but she leans against his weight to wonder if the adepti held onto any shared cultural history with the oni in any of their archives.

"Wellllll, that's kinda the thing. I don't know much when it comes to Oni since I've tried to live as a human most of my life," Itto admitted as he draped burly arms over the Yaksha's slender shoulders, absently pecking the crown of her head. It was funny how absurdly similar the Oni and Yakshas were, myths tying them inextricably together despite how confusing it all was. Hell, he still remembered when they first made their mate bond before the Chasm, the following events utter agony for him... especially when he'd never known it would've happened in the first place.

"It's less that I feel pressured into marriage cuz it's a human thing and more because I want it to be an Oni thing," the Oni admitted, glancing down at his petite mate. "I mean, I know Yakshas don't need it since we both have the mate bond goin' for us, but I just... want to connect to that side of mine. I've been leaning on my humanity for too long, yeah?"

❝  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲!  you  surely  had  me  waiting. ❞  Scaramouche  grumbles  &&  began  climbing  his  Yaksha  familiar.  ❝ I’m  bored  out  of  my  mind.  𝘥𝘰  𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘪𝘵.   ❞ @hitokageisei

and so does the song begin again; crickets in the night, the wind 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 her ears, and thunder's reverberation 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 in her heart. does xiao seek comfort in the storm, or is it the one thing still comforting to her, this 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 in the way the yaksha holds onto her master? his 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 pleases her, golden eyes 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 across his body as scaramouche takes the initiative of settling on her lap, a slight tilt of her head the answer. the gloved hand tilts his chin to meet her soft lips, pink petals smiling.

❝ this one is positive their lord had other means of entertainment in my absence; surely, does this mean... you missed me?  ❞

+ verses in the works : hsr ( the destruction or the hunt/wind) & pgr ( s-rank attacker omniframe ) + four replies in queue  + like for starter

guilin, guangxi by Less_photo

like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill

the new tumblr is so ugly i want to bite and maim, how on earth does roleplay continue on with stupid modernization like this.

@kanedoji asked: typically, his mate wasn’t someone who demanded much at all. lowkey, you could say. even so, so intense was his desire to shower her with affection on the day of her creation that he felt impelled to do this anyways. “hey, anchan, i was thinkin’… would you be against a traditional… oni sorta marriage? y’know, to really the deal, and all.”

there are times when silence can install 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, one of which can bring upon 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 and 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 that befall nations and their people. yet the 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 itto brings her is nothing more profound than his words, 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 her ears like the faintest breeze. 𝙥𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 settles deep inside her golden gaze, flickering jewels to his crimson, hesitant orbs. ❝ oni…marriage? ❞

xiao turns completely to face her mate, crossing strong arms over her chest, lost culturally in the context of his meaning. ❝ how could i be against something that i do not know of… tell me, we are already mated in the soul. how does your kind celebrate? ❞

@taiixuan asked: cue a certain geo god grisping the little yaksha bird very gently and placing him onto his head. perfect. the world's balance has been restored.

this is it, the most prized nest of them all !! his lord has held her, gently, with the greatest of honors to snuggle right into the black threads. the chirping can be heard miles away but it is only to sing praises to him !!

person who is chronically outside

𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚: the deconstruction of survivor's guilt, immortal resilience, and the falcon's brilliant wings. may the bloodshed reign above impurity, let this violence purge blasphemy, may your feet be swift, and above all -- let your weapon shine true.

alatus, golden-winged

my entry for the xiao fanart contest!! he is my favorite character in the game and i’m really happy with how this turned out. good luck to everyone rolling for him in the next update!

Hey (with the intention of hating you to then becoming the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires)