{ I'm aware I'm missing some threads, I am STARING at the drafts as we speak, just haven't had much luck finding the oomph to rp... caught up with DRAWING! }

Little drawings

wow.... paint

Some Hwei thoughts

Hwei showing clear signs of sociopathy is so good i cant. For notes, sociopathy is mental disorder that doesnt turn off his empathy, but his moral compass is broken, and hes prone to erratic behaviour, mood swings (cries upon killing enemy), and is a result of life he lead and his mental problems not being acknowledged and treated so they festered till disaster bloomed. He is written in a way that Jhin is the answer to what happens if Hwei forsakes his kindness. And most importantly, Hwei isnt an innate good person who got traumatized. He had this struggle inside himself before meeting Jhin, he almost killed his masters and with terror of this, he also felt curiosity and awe at the power held. And now he CHOOSES to be kind and fights intrusive thoughts that are far more destructive than that usual person experiences. And the best thing about this? Jhin ultimately has weaker willpower than Hwei. Jhin is not capable to overcome his desire to kill, its not his purpose. its his addiction. Jhin would fail Illaois test of will because he cant move on from his klling urges. Jhin cant overcome his addiction, Hwei can. However badly Jhin hurts Hwei he cant turn Hwei into himself, because Hwei already defeated him where it matters.

{ I have 4 drafts and one WIP ... I will get to them I promise!! }

“ ……… hwei.” he calls, stopping the painter before he leaves the room

“ you can not subsist off of crackers and a single piece of ham. it’s not a meal.”

“Its food!” he says, bits of cracker falling from his mouth. “—And look, protein.” he holds up a rather pathetic excuse for a slice of ham.

𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭

[ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver.

@diablobeats

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𝐇𝐖𝐄𝐈 had indulged himself, as Jhin had insisted, the painting he had worked on filled with every ounce of emotion and joy he could muster to paint on canvas. Only to have it torn up and strewn across the floor when his masters had scolded him. Their punishment for him was usually followed with violence. The voices raised as they reprimanded Hwei for his thoughtless display, allowing his magic to take control of his brush and to create such a horrid piece. Hwei however, did not see what horrors he had made. He only saw beauty, something that he hadn't felt in a long time with various other pictures he had made for them countless times. For once he had felt joy with his work, inspiration that brought him a sense of comfort. Lifting the stifling confining fog that his masters insisted he had to stay in.

"Such a disgusting piece." spat his master, the words stinging Hweis pride as he could feel himself shrinking inwards. His eyes downturned as he stared at the ruined canvas on the ground. His master's foot stepped on the paint and smeared the delicate flowers he had so joyously painted into a muddy mush as they continued to belittle him. Finally a hand raised, a staff rearing itself to strike Hweis arm.

For a moment Hweis eyes closed instinctively, bracing for the punishment that was coming. Ony to feel nothing as the sound of a hand striking someone hit.. something else. Slowly his eyes dared to open ...to see Jhin standing in front of him protectively. His body felt stiff, frozen with fear as silence filled the room. Only to hear one of his masters stutter out in confusion as Jhin remained equally as motionless. Pale lips parted, gaped open as his eyes met his master, who had scolded him moments prior. The world seemed to freeze, the painter's gaze trailing down Jhins back to stop at his arm which took the blow. Blood surfacing and dripping to the cold floor of the monastery. Something in him spoke, ever so sweetly, quietly in a whisper. The hues of his eyes shifted to match the deep red of the blood that stained the floor, as flecks of gold were swallowed by their growing depth. He felt..

𝐽𝑂𝑌.

the grace of delicate, exposed digits carding through the visionary’s inky locks. an embrace just as serene as their stage. outside the temple, in the forests—where they can be themselves without hindrances.

the tip of virtuoso’s chin grazes ‘pon hwei’s crown. soft utterance low, for the other’s ears solely to be heard. “ breathtaking scenery, isn’t it? ”

@diablobeats

He smiles to himself, eyes remaining locked on the horizon as Jhin spoke. He found himself lost in the glow of the setting sun as it shone through the gaps of the leaves. Jhin remained by his side for the remainder of his stay, unwilling to leave the painters side even when the other masters had insisted his attention go elsewhere. 

Eventually his gaze raised upwards, attempting to see the other as he spoke, only to whisper ever so softly back in response. "It's rather lovely, it is. I almost am sad to know such beautiful colors fade away when the sun sets fully." Thin fingers found themselves searching for  Jhins arm. Only to stop and graze the fabric gently that only partially covered it. His eyes closing as his hair was shifted between Jhins own digits. Only to chuckle to himself at how close the other had gotten to him in such a short amount of time. 

"I... almost suspect you enjoy my presence, Master Jhin. It's quite flattering that you've chosen to stay and observe me, despite the others wishes. I just worry I waste your time..." the last sentence is spoken with a sadness that Hwei hardly ever let through. His rather calm demeanor being broken by a rather sorrowful statement. It was obvious Hwei was used to being pressured to perfection. Otherwise would be considered a failure. In hsi mind, failing to impress the other artist was a failure to the monastary. 

"Please, do not let my statements ruin such a moment- I wish to bask in this warmth just a bit longer." 

as soon as hwei’s lips meet his cheek, jhin’s head incline to the side, uniting lips. a pause. his torso promptly draws back, standing upright; glancing away.

“ . . . we’ll talk about this later. ” jhin spat bitterly. how could he allow such an unorchestrated act to play out on his own stage? he huffs, mildly frustrated.

@diablobeats

It was a rather bold move on Hweis part, although the smile that graced his lips never seemed to fade even despite Jhins rather negative reaction. A soft laugh escapes his lips, hand coming up to cover his mouth as he does his best to stifle it before anyone else hears.

His irises swirl with an array of pinks, gold flecks mixing within their deep hues. "Apologies for catching you off guard, Jhin. I felt the need to seize the moment. It felt rather foolish to let it pass." Another soft laugh comes from Hwei, the pink that flowers over his cheeks matching his eyes. Around him, and array of pink. Swirling with lotus blossoms which bloomed from the paints that swirled in the air like falling petals. Suddenly the soft laughing stops, flowers wilting to black as he seems to remember something. His body straightening as he does his best to compose himself. "Apologies..." he says again, voice more quiet and monotone as whatever burst of joy that was on his face simply vanished. (A practiced mechanism on his part. Unsettling for anyone who was unaware of Hweis upbringing.)

look upon your works

@couturiere

He’s frozen in place as she speaks, eyesunblinking before a soft smile graces his features as a wave of relief washes over him. He was unsure if she could even understand him, or even if she was aware of what was going on. He felt lost, but from what this stranger had done for him in mere moments, was enough to prove perhaps trust was an option. She was hit much harder than anyone, however, with the way she was talking, walking, and doing everything else... it was nothing to her. It was strange, impressive really, in everything that he had seen in ionia this was something that really made him wonder what exactly he was missing from their little island. Perhaps when this was over and he survived... hed travel to the mainland and explore.

His eyes then dart downward, brow furrowing in confusion. He was unsure if this was the right idea since his magic was volatile. But the least he could have done was help her in her predicament. “Magic..? I—” he hesitates, unsure if really letting her use his magic was a good idea. Or even absorbing it for that manner, but it was the least he could do to repay her from keeping him from dying to whatever was going on. If he waited too long, perhaps they would be subjugated to another onslaught of those… things. With the state of them both and how his magic seemed to not work against them, his best bet was just this once to trust a stranger again. Perhaps this time it wouldn’t play the same way as a certain masked artist—

Without another word, he clasped his hand around hers. He tried to control the flow of emotions, not wanting to overwhelm her with the surge that he was coming down from. The magic swirling from his arm appeared like paint before evaporating into a mist as it traveled to her arm. Hwei felt an emptiness grow somewhere as he could feel his magic leave his body. It was a weird sensation, but it didn't hurt, and the faint feeling kept growing steadily as they continued. Eventually, his hand retreated from hers watching patiently as the spectacle unfolded before him as her ‘stitches’ as she put it pulled her together. Wounds close seamlessly as if a person were sewing fabric and pulling it together with each passing moment. His eyes sparkled once more with inspiration as he studied the strange phenomenon.

@inkisionary | continued from here

Rookie mistake, she can hear Lucian's voice mutter in her mind in that sullen, but vaguely amused tone he has when she should know better. Gwen's limbs twitch as the man who'd gotten caught in the path of the mistwraiths nears, mist reacting to the magic that curls from him like water from a sieve.

Bless Ionia, honestly.

The mist leeches- just a bit, a taste- from him, from the ground, and Gwen jolts upright, wide eyes blinking rapidly.

"Oh, goodness," she murmurs, peering down at her arm with a frown. "That's going to start bleeding if I don't fix it." Her own eyes tilt up slowly, following the fingers on her skin, too near to one of her strings, up the arm to shifting gold-littered eyes. "Well, you can let me borrow a bit of magic, if you don't mind. I've heard the land here doesn't much care for it being taken, and as much as I've gotten already is as much as I'm getting for feeding it those wraiths."

Oddly cheerful as she draws her legs in across the grass to balance herself as she sits up, Gwen offers out the hand of her uninjured arm, head tilted.

"You don't mind, do you? It really shan't take much, and I only need enough to make sure my stitches will hold."

[ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver.

@couturiere

From x

It all happened so fast…

Golden eyes peeked themselves through his fingers as his eyes landed on the wounds that covered the woman who was now on the ground. He half expected it to be a bloody mess, but was curiously surprised when practically nothing came from them. The way her ‘skin’, or whatever was her skin, tore open reminded him of how fabric ripped. Sinnew was replaced with iridescent strings keeping her limbs together as a mixture of a glowing blue substance came from her wounds. The way it seeped from the tears in her “skin” was like watching a fog roll itself out of tight confinement. A black sticky substance painted the floor and her body, reminding him of ink with the way it spattered. Ghouls which fell to her oversized scissors which now lay on the ground, melting themselves into the grass, returned to this ooze before evaporating as if they never existed to begin with.

This … was nothing like Hwei had experienced, although the fear quickly subsided as he moved himself over to her. Hands hovered over her as he studied her, unsure of what to do but also doing his best to ensure she was okay. Surprisingly, Hwei didn’t show any signs of distress, the colors in his eyes still reflecting that brilliant gold that seemed to never leave. Inspiration flooded the back of his mind as something blossomed, a sense of wonder and intrigue as he considered that his chance to encounter something not entirely human before him was a learning experience. His hand gently touched her arm, digits causing the flow of this fog like substance to roll over each bump that impeded its path. Eyes locked with the ‘string’ that held her together, the urge to pluck at them like an instrument entertained his mind briefly. He blinks, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “I.. I’m sorry, I don't know how to help you. What should I do?” his tone completely mismatched with the intrusive thoughts which invaded his mind. His expertise wasn’t in healing magic, although he could provide them a brief moment's rest with effort. But the idea that the ghouls which she drove off coming back never left his mind as did his best to help her.

“-How do I help you?”

I think its safe to assume that Hweis magic is weird. Like, I dont think he has his paints always floating around him all the time. Can you imagine the hassle? Ugh...

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

[ wound ] sender cleaning / bandaging receiver's wound(s)

@witchcraftandburialdirt

From x

He doesn't understand at first, the fussing over his hand that had been cut open. His eyes watched the red fill his palm as the other rushed over to seal the wound. The way he did so caring... It reminded him that perhaps not everyone lacked empathy. A smile graced his sharp features as he watched Robins diligence cleaning the wound. Fingers adeptly made sure that everything was secure as if it were a motion done hundreds of times. He could hear the other scold him under his breath, but he knew that he didn’t mean any harm. The mage simply scolded him as a mother would do if their child wasn’t careful.

His eyes focused on the man, he could see in his vision a field of white lilies that matched his beautiful hair. Swaying in the wind as they gradually stained with droplets of red. Only for the center of the field to be drenched in a deep pool of viscous crimson. He wondered what the significance was, confused why such a hideous scene would grace his eyes with its horrid beauty. He watched from the viscera that covered those beautiful flowers, form hideous wings. Sinnew and bone growing from the viserca as if forming it’s own flesh. Its stretched limbs growing boney fingers spreading a thin membrance between them which made batlike appendages. It’s wingspan shading the delicate white lilies from the downpour that threatened their purity and grace.

— He blinks, hand rotating as he stares at the bandage. “Ah, you neednt worry of me. It was an accident.” he says, turning his hand to look at his palm once more admiring his work. “But.. Thank you.”

[ blanket ] sender draping a blanket over receiver's shoulders (Human Herbalist Disguise)

@veiled-lady

The painter is asleep, his body lying haphazardly over a desk, with his face buried in a pile of scattered papers. Although it appears uncomfortable, Hwei seems to be sleeping soundly. The sketches on the papers look chaotic, as if they were drawn by a madman. However, if one looks closely, they would notice that each sketch is a study of different human body parts, such as hands, teeth, eyes, and muscles. At a glance it appeared that Hwei worked obsessively on whatever he had planned until he fell asleep.

His body relaxed under the warm embrace of the blanket, he could hear the soft rustling of papers being shifted around by a gentle gust that the blaket caused as it was placed on him. Eyes fluttering open, he let out a soft sigh as he gradually realized where he was. As he sat up, his body stiffened with shock and he turned his head sharply to look at the woman who had apparently found him sleeping there.

"Ah, my apologies...” his face flushing pink with embarrassment, the hues of his eyes matching the same color of his cheeks. "...I must have forgotten to take a break and dozed off here." He quickly composed himself, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand to ensure there were no traces of drool left on his face. He knew that when he was exhausted, he tended to sleep with his mouth open, and he didn't want the woman to think any less of him for it. Although the state of his hair didn’t help either.

“Wha-hmm er... What time is it?”

JHIN —

I dont think Hwei loves Jhin

Now, dont get me wrong, the art is kinda cute to look at sometimes Im not being a hater. I just mean that I think whatever they have going on isn’t love.

I don’t think Jhin is capable of love. I don’t think Jhin would put his effort into another human being unless it was for his own selfish gain. Unless someone broke that for him, I feel like it would be a plaything sort of drama thing for him. Hwei on the other maybe if he’s feeling up for it. But I feel like he has other things on his mind than worry about it. I feel that Hwei has an obsession with Jhin. Not a romantic one, it's the type where he wants to peel him layer by layer to see what makes him tick. He wants to understand Jhin, and Jhin in turn is fascinated by something like Hwei. The notion that someone can be so close to understanding him is quite impressive.

I think its also an interesting aspect regarding Hwei how easily he could just BE like Jhin is a frightening thing. The only thing stopping him is his empathy of people. Removing that... Well, I guess Hwei would just use peoples emotions against them? I think the fact that Hwei encountered everything without a feeling of anger of remorse is also a thing to think about a lot. He’s not emotionally stunted, he doesnt LACK emotion, he just doesnt feel anything for it. I Hc’ed this is because while home wasn’t nice, he hated it. The masters who taught him were mean and they didn’t do anything but shame him for things that he clearly didn’t mean to do. He was forced to fit this mold that they destined for him to be presentable and upstanding. Encountering Jhin did nothing but break that mold.