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have i mentioned i badly want to download hsr back bc of aventurine and i miss jing yuan so much? i didn't? now, i did
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ㅡuniverse's interference
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based from the daytime star extra chapter ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)
this is it.
you’ve done the impossible.
it’s crystal clear that the earnest wish you have thought of as you are being ravished by your dear husband on the wedding night has successfully reached the universe.
what was that wish?
you stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen, his adorable eyes staring back at you in curiosity. little arms try to make a grab of you as plump cheeks puff up, upset that he couldn’t do what he wanted.
“you even have the same expression as your papa when he is upset.” you laughed. the baby you have picked up is exactly the carbon copy of rafayel. your own genes didn’t fight back. heck, it took you just one try.
“mama!” your son made grabby hands again, his little limbs wiggling in the air.
please, universe. give me a child who looks exactly like this man!
heart weak to the cuteness the baby is showing, you finally relented and embraced him. your son quickly holds you once you’re within reach, his grip on your top is so strong that it even defies all laws of physics. you wonder how such strength is manifested from a small body.
it’s amazing how the baby acts and looks like rafayel. the baby revels in your attention, eyes lighting up whenever his mama is on him as you coo at him for not making a fuss in eating the squash and carrots on his plate, the baby squealing in happiness because he beat his papa again. rafayel, who had been defeated, sulks while you are left to comfort the lemurian after you tuck the baby to sleep.
rafayel hasn’t made any qualms about it, a smug expression on his features that the baby obviously inherited from him, pretending to be mad to make you comfort him a little longer.
“so cute!” you pepper the baby’s face with kisses as your son giggles.
the baby’s arrival in this world is nothing short of a miracle. after the twists and turns of your life, the sound of uncontrollable wails eases the weight as well as the pain, your teary eyes landing on your firstborn child. you woke up with rafayel taking care of his son, small and just a few hours alive.
now, a few months old. slightly wavy dusk purple hair, bluish pink eyes, refined nose and same lip shape — yes, there’s no way people with working eyes can deny it. your son who resembles his father so much can even mistake rafayel for shrinking into a child. once, aunt talia visited, finally found a day off from her work, amazement was written on her face as she took a proper look at the baby.
“who’s the cutest in the world? of course, it’s you!”
“ba!”
you heard a sigh behind you. “looks like i have to work hard to be your number one again.”
toned arms wrapped around your waist as you feel rafayel tugs you closer to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheeks and the baby’s. realizing his papa is here, the baby babbles nonsense in a scolding tone yet rafayel only finds this amusing as if he understands what his son is saying.
“dunno about that, buddy.” rafayel pokes the baby’s round cheeks. “your mama loves me, you see, so she will let her hubby spoil her for a day, right?” rafayel whispers against your ear as you feel your heart warm at his affection.
“thomas will babysit this little one tomorrow.” he takes the baby in his arms, watching the husband-son pair scene in front of you with a smile. the baby leans to his papa’s chest, the beats lulling him to an afternoon nap, eyelashes fluttering close as rafayel hums a melody.
gingerly, rafayel leans down to capture your lips for a quick kiss, voice low, “can i have the honor of taking you out on a date, wifey?”
it’s your turn to wrap your arms to rafayel’s waist, resting over his warm shoulders. the wind carries his scent — a hint of sea salt and a dominance of sweet, powdery notes. a nod is his answer. “you’ve been busy with the opening of the exhibition and i kind of…” you trailed off, “miss my husband.”
“care to repeat that? i think i didn’t hear you for the first time.” rafayel lightly yelps when you bite the flesh of his neck. he pouts, “stingy.”
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Hey, psstt, This might be old art, but
Sketch of my beloved 80 year old grandpa ...
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imagine losing to rafayel's banner to rafayel himself
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— IF YOU'RE THE SACRED SCRIPT, I AM THE HIEROPHANT.
( if you're the holy church, i'm gonna worship . ) ; the old, dusty tomes that amund gives you state that the lemurian gods are perfect, flawless beings. not a single scar or freckle adorns their skin, no emotion creases their hallowed faces.
cw: fluff !!! ; established relationship ! ; abysswalker!rafayel <3 + brief mentions of god of the sea rafayel; slight spoilers for rafayel's sea of golden sand and forgotten sea (?) myths + siren's song anecdote; i am the self-proclaimed ceo of lemuria world building (lemuria lore headcanons!) 💪 ; not beta-read !!!
" THE GODS ART PERFECT BEINGS — FLAWLESS IN FORM AND IN ESSENCE ; THEIR SKIN IS UNMARRED, NAY SCAR OR FRECKLE ADORNS THOSE DIVINE. NAY LINE OF EMOTION MARKS THEIR HALLOWED, PRISTINE VISAGE. "
"RAFAYEL?" you ask, your voice so loud in the quiet dark of night. a hum, a shift in the arms that hold you. "i heard that the gods are perfect."
“they are supposed to be, yes.” rafayel murmurs, hands gently carding through the strands of your hair. the desert is quiet tonight, not a single howl of wind, or a curious fennec fox or gerbil, race across the expanse of sand. the only sounds in your ears are the mingled breaths and synchronised heartbeats of you and your dear abysswalker, tangled beneath the sheets in your shared tent.
his blue-pink eyes stare, searching your gaze. the dark circles beneath them are prominent in the shadows cast by the silvery moonlight. you watch as he takes in a deep breath, and then exhales: "... what books did amund give you today, my love?"
"you know very well that all amund gives me are books and scrolls about lemuria," you huff, thinking of the stack of dusty old books the old man had shoved into your hands at noon, "which would not bother me, if he did not sneer so condescendingly while he gave them to me."
"alright, alright." he sighs, there will be things to discuss with amund in the morning, if the slight exasperation in his tone is anything to go off of. and then, he asks, voice gentle: "what did you learn about the gods, my heart?"
" OUR GOD OF THE TIDES HATH BEEN TAINTED. HIS SKIN HATH BECOMETH SPECKLED. HIS HEART HATH BEEN SURRENDERED. NAY LONGER PERFECT IS HE, WHO IS'T HATH, IN LOVESICK FOLLY, GIVEN BOTH LIFE & DOMAIN. "
"they say you are no longer perfect." you murmur, brushing your lips against his jawline, "using their definition, perhaps they are right. you have scars, and little beauty marks."
"the scars are inevitable. you should know it yourself, my heart." he sighs, solemn, "but they dissolve with us during each seamoon ceremony — i am not reborn with the scars of my past."
"and the beauty marks?"
he hesitates, a bit. there's a far-away look in his eyes that you've grown used to seeing. "they persist and accumulate." rafayel states eventually, as if it's fact, "new ones appear, but i never lose them."
"you never lose them?" you echo, and he nods.
leaning into him, you inspect his face as best as you can in the moonlight. your lips graze his cheek, right above where one lies below his eye. another lies at the tip of his nose, and you repeat the action, rafayel's breath hitching beneath your touch. another sits at the bridge of his nose, and you feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin as you continue.
"there is something about them, in the books." you start, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. rafayel leans into the warmth of your touch (after all, you think, grimly, a stray dog will take all the food it is offerred, afraid to go hungry again), and you continue with a smile against his skin, "they say that they represent where your lover loved to kiss you, in your past lives."
rafayel hums, holds you ever closer in his arms, considers the thought. when he falls silent, you know he is aeons away; somewhere below the waves, somewhere thirty thousand years away—you patiently wait for his return, like the shore that welcomes a weary sailor home. a gentle kiss is pressed ro right above where his heart should be, and another in the middle of his collarbone. it's instinct, second nature, as natural as the way waves lap at the shoreline and leave seafoam in their wake.
"perhaps there is some truth in that." he finally says, returned to your side from his reverie. he presses a kiss to your temple, a gentle smile against your skin, "after all, it seems you still do as you used to, even now. determined to uphold tradition, are you?"
( & aeons ago, beneath the waves, lies the first mark; the first bearer of sin in eden. a young god of the sea laughs, a rumble in his chest, as his beloved kisses right above where his heart should be. every touch is reverent, like tending to an altar. it is no wonder, then, that he entrusted his heart to such a devout worshipper — after all, it will be in loving hands. )
a/n : hi hi hi i think lnd needs to CALM DOWN with all the rafayel banners or i'm gonna intervene. quite rushed and not as deep symbolism woooo as the last one because i was in a haze.... abysswalker my beloved is as odd to write as usual but i think it's not too ooc... also this is just a little manifesting/tribute thing for my god of the sea rafa myth pulls today i want him to come home !!! i'm so so excited for the myth story !!!! good luck to anyone pulling! may the god of the sea give us his heart without us needing to open our wallets 🫧💕 if you sent in a request recently for the follower event, thank you! it'll still be a bit until i can answer them, but it shall be done !!! <3 will be crossposted to my ao3 if you prefer the fic being in actual capitalisation and in normal text!
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ㅡthe struggle of following a sea god
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you swear you really hadn’t meant to do it.
rafayel who had noticed your attention kept shifting elsewhere, snaps his fingers in front of you as your eyes finally darted to his face. “eyes up here, lady.”
“sorry,” you sheepishly said. “they look at me first…”
“you– are you talking about my chest?!” rafayel covered his chest, cheeks and ears going red, as he glared at your guilty figure.
“hey! it’s not my fault you’re plastering them right in front of my face.” you lightly push him away as rafayel shrieks. embarrassed, your voice went higher. “you’re too close!”
“don’t pretend i don’t notice your lecherous gaze at me since earlier, you can stop the act now.” he gently takes your chin and brings you closer to him. an arm wrapped around your waist, rafayel gazes at you just like how a divine being does to a mere mortal — in his command, the tides crashes to the shore, ever promised return of a mighty presence and yet, in this distance, the glint in his ethereal eyes are playful. “thou art apprehended, caught in the very act. pray tell, what penance shall befit thy deeds.”
“lecherous is going too far.” you immediately defended. “i just glanced at you.”
“oh,” you loathe to feel the hot shame coursing through your body as his lips curled into a teasing smirk. “so you do admit committing the crime in question. what a naive human.”
“i’ll let you off the hook.” his next words are a whisper, “for now.”
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@xienperna it's the reader
Ehehhehe L1anArts here hope ya like >///<
I apologize for my sudden…disappearance uwu <333
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sorry guys for not updating i was really busy 😭
#geru.talk#and whenever i have free time i read idol manhwas#i really need to buy new laptop to bring it with me anywhere#my elderly laptop cant do it anymore 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i can't write
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Rafayel x reader when reader asks Rafayel to paint her a picture of Gojo Satoru she wants to hang on her bedroom wall and Rafayel gets jealous and starts being dramatic
best believe what reader will got is another painting he made and not gojo (￣▽￣)
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I don't understand how someone can be so majestic and a rat at the same time
if this is chung myung then yes he can coexist these concepts °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
#geru.talk#find it funny how he looks so pretty and handsome in a panel then the next his face looks funny#studio lico be serving us with his good looks
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PBSS cheong myeong makes me go insane, look at the jawline. It could grate cheese-
check the new chapter and (。-｀ω´-) Yes ~ I AGREE but let us calm down or he will personally grate us
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🐌: geruuuuu i missed seeing you on my dash TTTTTTT
🐌 anoonn o(〃＾▽＾〃)o im trying to sneak away from my irl responsibilities hehehehe (❛◡˂̵ ̑̑✧)
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I WANT CHEONGMYEONG'S FINGERS IN MY MOUTH. RIGHT. NOW.
Pls I want it so bad im practically salivating, your fics are so 🤤. Bless you and those magical hands for writing something like these 🙏
HAHAHSJQWK YOU ARE MOST WELCOME ANON (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡
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“i love you, chung myung.”
forget “i love you more”.
“Your love is all I could ever crave. I want you to stay with me at Mount Hua forever and grow with me as petals bloom and fully grown flowers wilt.”
—?☕️
hellooo ☕️ anonnn??!1!1?1?1! the poetic way this is written (๑˘︶˘๑) the flowers analogy will never get old it's so *chef's kiss*
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Ehehhehe L1anArts here hope ya like >///<
I apologize for my sudden…disappearance uwu <333
#submission#THIS#THIS IS SO PERFECT AND MAJESTICALLY DONE#AAAAAAAAAHHJSKSK#L1anArts graces us with their presence and art again#＼＼\(۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶//／／#☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆#geru.talk
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i swear i can't take a break with these exams, the term just started then i got greeted by another exam wtf
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