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I really like this exchange.
"You seek knowledge," Jadus countered. "That is a potent form of power, Cynthia. For what purpose do you seek knowledge? What ends do you wish to gain?"
"I learn about robotics so that I may repair and disable droids. I learn about medicine so that I may treat illness and injury. I learn about history so that I do not repeat it," she finally answered after thinking for a long moment. Jadus gave her the time to think, but it was as if his answer was ready immediately, like he knew what she was going to say. He had to have known.
"Knowledge of robotics gives you power over droids. Knowledge of medicine gives you power over organics. Knowledge of history gives you power over the ignorant. Curiosity, on its own is not inherently dangerous, but one must not let it consume you. You may continue your pursuit of knowledge, Cynthia, but always remember that I am your Master. If you learn something that I do not know, you will remedy that with haste."
#misc: snippets#oc: cynthia prescost#darth jadus#swtor fanfiction#swtor character#swtor#fd: star wars
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First of all, Asmo with love handles sounds adorable. I want him to keep them.
Second of all, what do you think Barbatos considers to be “too much of a couch potato?”
I think it’d go like this:
Barbatos is sitting on a sofa with perfect posture, hands folded in his lap, thinking about tea. He’s been there for five minutes.
He sighs. “I fear I have become too much of a couch potato.”
Meanwhile, MC is having visions of him slouched on a couch while watching TV and wearing sweatpants. He sneezes delicately before getting up to clean something.
#sorry I keep posting chat snippets but I just can’t get over these concepts#first angels fighting now Barb as a couch potato?#barbatos my true love#late night nonsense posting#again#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me barbatos#obey me asmodeus#misc rambles
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[Inktober Day 23 - Celestial]
#ive really loved doing the little snippets of history thing#might try to think of a way to keep doing it somehow if people arent tired of it by the end of the month hghfgh#blaseball#prime#lootcrates#misc art#inktober#event: inktober#parker macmillan
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Trick or Treat
THANK YOU here's a snippet from the gilmore girls au i am probably not finishing but is still VERY fun
Lando swings open the door the dinner, practically tripping over his own feet as he makes his way inside, delighted to be out of the crisp fall morning air. He takes off his scarf as he makes his way over to the bar, and gives his biggest, most beaming smile to Oscar, who has been watching Lando’s entry with a wary yet fond look on his face from his place behind the counter. “Oscar, you look beautiful today. Practically glowing. New skin care routine?”
Oscar rolls his eyes. “Five minutes,” he says, turning his back to Lando. “Coffee’s not done brewing yet. Are you having breakfast?”
“Five minutes,” Lando laments dramatically, flopping his head down on the bar. “Might as well be five years. Why do you hate me.”
Oscar turns back to him, looking entirely unimpressed. “The machine was broken. You’ll live. Just be glad I managed to fix it.”
Lando, who had been making garbling dying noises into the warm wood of the bar, perks up. “Oscar, you are a savior to mankind and I don’t know what I would do without you. You impeccable handyman, you. You shining example of everything that’s good in the world. They should reward you citizen of the month. Nay, citizen of the-“
“Lando,” Oscar interrupts him, raising an eyebrow. “Do you want breakfast or not?”
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rating: G
relationships: Mai/Ty Lee (Avatar)
additional tags: Pre-Canon, Running Away, Late Night Conversations
word count: 2980
Ty Lee stays quiet, which is unusual. Normally she’s pointing out how pretty the moon looks by now, or gossiping about their classmates, or suggesting they stargaze. But instead, she has fixed her gaze to the horizon, brow furrowed. Mai wants to smooth it out.
After what feels like an eternity, Ty Lee speaks, keeping her eyes on the mountains that fade into nothingness far, far away. Her voice is a birdsong above the rustling of leaves below.
“I’m leaving.”
Oh.
[Mai and Ty Lee’s last night together at the Academy.]
written for @maileeweek day 6: running away
#mailee#mai#ty lee#atla#fic#my fics#maileeweek2023#my fics: atla#e#I normally put my misc notes in the tags here but I uh. had a lot to say apparently so they’re in the end notes instead#also fun fact I wrote this over the course of? two and a half months? in out of order snippets#partially because I agonised over the beginning so much lol#(wrote three different ones and hated all of them lmao)#so if there are any continuity errors. sorry bout that#thesis
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Kafka wasn't even sure what had left her lips, mind filled with static and Spirit Whisper singing under her breath as she reached out, grabbed and seized, deaf to the prayer-like moan that escaped from Jing Yuan’s tempting mouth. She barely felt how the ridges of Jing Yuan's armor dug into the relief of her spine as the woman collapsed, whole body seized with a tremolo-like tremor.
With quivering eyes hidden behind closed eyelids, Kafka let herself be carried away by Jing Yuan’s melody, losing herself in the most delicate nuances of the tonal color, in the cadence of the notes, in the phrases and motifs and bridges, tasting the notes on her tongue and feeling the emotion rise, ascend, climax.
She opened her eyes with a trembling breath, her mind saturated with something incredible, inconceivable, exhilarating. It was a matter of an instant for Kafka to reverse their positions, pressing a limp-bodied Jing Yuan against the wall, pulling that marvelous thick hair with a firm hand to reveal the curve of a pale neck. The marks left by her rouge almost looked like wounds in the semi-darkness, as she worshiped that swan-like throat with feathery kisses, feeling the slightest quiver of suppressed moans beneath her mouth.
Elio was a composer, Kafka his conductor and Ren would be one of their joint masterpieces.
But Jing Yuan ?
Jing Yuan was a magnum opus.
Jing Yuan's spirit sang an angel's choir in the embrace of her Spirit Whisper, soft and malleable and delicate in all its strength. Not the slightest trace of resistance, not the slightest surrender either.
An offering, on a platter, all for her to grasp, all for her to devour.
All for her to ruin, all for her to destroy.
All for her to sublimate, to rebuild, to elevate.
Jing Yuan was a magnum opus and Kafka wanted to make her sing.
Gift to @aratribo and @hunterfromtheabyss ! 💜
#hsr#hsr fanfic#hsr kafka#hsr jing yuan#kafyuan#female!jing yuan#genderbent#rule 63#they're lesbians your honor#hsr smut#pwp with the tiniest bit of plot#unnewrites#unne's promo snippets#unneism#unne reblobs misc
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unbruised
(E, Sixty/Fem!Reader, long as fuck dude, hurt/comfort) — work in progress
When you hear the doors click, the small warning that tells you they’re opening, you pull off him in a rush and race out of the taxi as fast as you’re physically able.
You expect to feel his hands on your arm, your shoulder, your waist, but you don’t. Knowing he’s far faster, you don’t look back, even when he calls your name with a growl of irritation, telling you to wait.
Not a chance. He’s shown you his speed before; there’s no way you’re passing up the slight, inevitably temporary advantage you have, so you run.
The glass doors to the building beep open at the touch of your electronic key. It’s open in a flash and you dash inside; you hear the telltale swish of the taxi doors moving as you wrench it shut again, making sure it closes all the way.
Sixty’s running a hand through his hair as he follows, his pace almost lazy, his expression resigned, but the sharpness around his eye is aimed at you. The button of his pants is still undone, but the smirk on his face fades deliciously as the door lock clicks into place.
You know he can hack the door: the show-off flaunted that skill about five minutes after he met you, with a thinly veiled allusion to his other skills. You also know it’ll take him at least thirty seconds to break through and he hasn’t even tried yet.
The elevator is already on the ground floor, doors open, by some miracle of luck. You blow Sixty a haphazard kiss through the door and run, slamming the button for your floor with far more force than necessary.
[read on ao3]
#ch: connor 60#misc: my stuff#sixty x reader#dbh x reader#sixty x female reader#misc: fan works#fan works: unbruised#I cant give you the start of this fic bc it’s. ah. nsft#😏 so have a little snippet of the chase#and maybe go read about sixty and his ride or die fwb… misbehaving#sixty is so fun to write I’m never stopping
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pov you’re trying to track down accurate information on the phantom of the opera silent film
#there are three versions. no wait four. actually the fourth version is a bunch of snippets. one has voices and is lost forever#one is a reconstruction and another is a separate print with different angles and takes. they were shot simultaneously#some of them have an extra scene of a lantern guy at the beginning. no one knows why#supposedly the separate print DOES have it. but i saw what i thought was the separate print and no lantern guy#oh and the reconstruction does too. but only sometimes. god help me i'm in hell#misc
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Saturday Snippets
What Happens In Vegas Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas - tag to 3x11, because you don't just walk away from what our boys went through
"He's in the shower."
Mac immediately stills his movements and snaps his head to look at his boss. "Who?"
"Jack," Matty says simply, looking directly at him from where she stands across his kitchen.
"I know," Mac answers. Too quickly and he knows it. He answers again, but even as he’s saying
the words Mac knows that he’s only making it worse. "Yeah? Oh, okay. Good. That's-that’s good."
"Mac..."
"Matty, I know what you're going to say, and I'm fine."
"You keep saying that. You both keep saying that. But it's been weeks now," Matty says gently.
“Jack is back on his feet, the fractures to his sternum and his broken ribs are completely healed
and he’s been cleared by medical to be back in the field. Yet he still continues to live at your house."
"Jack usually always drives in the mornings," Mac excuses with a shrug of one shoulder. It’s a quick, twitch of movement, barely a motion at all; a physical outlet for the anxious energy
thrumming throughout his body that he’s trying to contain and suppress.
He can feel her gaze on him, accessing, examining and Mac straightens up his body and slips his
trembling hands into the pockets of the baggie hoodie that he's wearing, aware that the Longhorns logo emblazoned on the front is doing nothing to sell the words that he is saying. "So,
we decided it’s just easier if he’s already here. He—"
"And how twitchy you get if he's out of your sight for even a moment?" Matty interrupts. A
knowing look crosses her features, the question is not a question in the least. "Agitated. On edge. Your breathing getting quicker... Your eyes always on him even when he's in the same room or standing right beside you?"
"Matty—"
"The way Jack is even gentler with you than he usually is? The haunted, guilty look in his eyes that Jack, with his years of covert experience can't mask?"
Untitled - Some teen Riley and young Jack. This was for Cairo Week, this year? The year before? Prompt was "Tell me where it hurts "
Riley has seen enough. She and her mom’s new boyfriend may have an antagonistic relationship—okay,
if she’s being honest with herself, she’s the one being antagonistic.
Jack is…
Riley sighs as she looks across the hallway and into the dim room at the man in question. Jack is sweet and caring, thoughtful, and patient, amusing and fun. Though, those last two she will never admit out
loud.
Every single thing that her dad isn’t.
Riley just doesn’t know what to do with that.
And if she’s going to be totally honest with herself, she isn’t ready, or willing, to let down the walls that she’s so carefully constructed and fortified and let him in.
Yet, a distant part of her mind whispers.
That doesn’t mean though, that she wants to see him struggling and in pain.
She pushes herself away from the corner she had tucked herself into, her bare feet padding silently on
the cool wooden floors as she crosses the hallway. He looks up as she slips around the half-opened
bathroom door and into the small room, and if she surprised him, he doesn’t show it.
Then again, he never startles no matter the circumstances, always calm and controlled. Seemingly aware
of his surroundings even when she doesn’t think he’s paying any attention. He’s a conundrum that she can’t figure out.
“Riley… Ri, hey…." Jack's soft drawl is apologetic and full of
concern as he drops his right arm to his side and twists his body to face her. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s late, you should be sleeping.”
“It’s barely midnight, Jack, that’s hardly late,” Riley scoffs. There’s remorse, and something else she can’t name shining in his brown eyes and Riley feels the need to ease that guilt somehow.
“And you didn’t wake me,” she adds. The words are quick and awkward, but she hopes they carry the
reassurance and sincerity she’s trying for. “I was still awake just doing some... reading."
#snippet saturday#macgyver#jack dalton#riley davis#macgyver 2016#teen riley young jack years#erin writes#erin needs to learn to finish#wips wips wips#so many wips#this doesn't include the dozens#yes DOZENS#of notebooks and scrap paper#filled with scenes and misc dialogue
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“Y-You’re a d- demon, aren’t you?“ Aira stammers as the boy cradles him tighter into his arms. “I dunno where your magical girl is, but… but you’re gonna save us, right!?”
“Save you?” the boy repeats, his smile ever present. He continues to traverse the debris of the mall, blackened with corruption from the witch’s domain, but doesn’t continue speaking, and the silence that follows unnerves Aira.
“You are going to, right? After all, us survivors are trapped here with no chance of escape…”
The other’s answer does little to soothe him. “Fwahaha! Eventually.”
“… Eventually?“ Aira deflates somewhat in confusion, his face scrunching up. “Huh? What’s that mean?”
“Mmh. It’s not my intention to leave you all at the witch’s mercy, but I didn’t come here for you.” He leaps several feet in the air over fallen debris. “You see, I need to bring my big brother home. However, every time I see him, he keeps running away from me.
“I know he is working under a magical girl to defend humanity from what you call witches. It is a part of his contract to guard your kind. He has told me that he’ll terminate his contract only when every single human in the world has died. I can’t wait that long… so that’s why this witch’s appearance is an opportunity I can’t pass. And that’s also why I can’t let any of you leave this labyrinth!”
It takes a moment for him to process the boy’s words, but when he does, Aira can’t hide his astonishment, his mouth gaping in shock. “You’re not… gonna help us leave? You’re not gonna let us leave?”
“He won’t defeat this witch if it’s only me trapped here,” the boy explains cheerily, as if what he had said was perfectly sensible. “But he will if there are humans in danger. Saving you is part of his job as a magical girl’s demon, right? Ahh, there’s always the chance that a magical girl themself comes to save us… but I know nii-chan’s active in this city, so there’s a good chance he comes anyway.”
He pauses, then quickly tacks on, “Oh, do not worry! I will protect you the whole time. Yes, yes, I will help you scavenge for food as well, since you humans need it.”
Aira falters, his stare focused on the smile still present on the demon’s face. A few moments before when he had saved Aira, it was angelic. Now, it seemed cold. Disingenuous.
“W-W- Wait a minute!” When the demon opens his mouth to explain again, Aira interrupts, “No, no, I get what you’re saying, but—what?! You’re endangering all of us, you know! This isn’t right!”
In response, the demon tilts his head. “It isn’t? But I will be protecting you. You’re in no true danger.”
“In no true danger?! We could die any moment to that witch, and you’re using our lives to draw him out! Don’t you think there’s something wrong with that?!”
“Maybe. But if there is a punishment waiting for me, I will gladly accept it after I have taken my brother home with me. I’m sorry if that upsets you.”
Aira raises his voice in exasperation, “Magical girls are supposed to help the weak, no matter what! For goodness’ sake, you’re a magical girl’s demon! You have to help us escape, you have to—“
“I am a demon to no magical girl.”
Aira freezes up at the sudden change in tone, and when he looks up, he finds a stern glare directed down at him.
“You aren’t paired with a magical girl?”
“Mmhm. After all, I don’t want to associate with those I wish to destroy.”
“But— You’re a demon, you’re supposed to contract with a magical girl— what do you mean by ‘those you wish to destroy’?!”
The demon huffs, his stare directing away from Aira.
“… Magical girls. Humans with unending wells of magic. We as demons have realized that magical girls are the key to avoiding our tragic fate as monsters.”
The demon’s frown deepens with each word he speaks.
“I can respect the power they hold, but my brother has been charmed by one. My elders have told me they’re weakening his power as an heir of the Amagi bloodline. I cannot let this happen. My brother must stay the fearsome leader he is.”
As the demon touches down upon solid ground, though, he grins to Aira.
“So cooperate for me. Just for a little while. I know my brother will not leave us for dead.”
But that’s what you’re doing to us, isn’t it?! Aira’s mouth feels dry. In the corner of his eyes, he can see a group of survivors congregating outside a make-shift shelter. “Are you kidding me…?!”
The demon shrugs before carefully letting Aira out of his arms. “If that is enough conversation, human, let me put you in the care of your brethren.”
Aira flinches when he’s set down on his feet, his ankle screaming in pain. But his annoyance soon enough overtakes his fear, and before one of the other survivors can take him in arms, Aira suddenly lunges and grabs the demon by his frill. The demon seems surprised by the attack, smile wiped off his face.
“My name is Aira Shiratori! Not ‘human’!” he shouts, frankly infuriated, “You’re completely misunderstanding what a magical girl even is! Besides that, I don’t care if you’re a demon, but if you let any one of us get hurt even a smidge, I’ll make sure you don’t even get to see your brother!”
He beats a fist against the demon’s chest, his weak assault barely resounding a smack.
In response, the demon’s bemused smile returns. Aira realizes how insignificant his threat must be, coming from a human as small and fragile as himself, but nevertheless, a shine seems to overtake the demon, and he stares at Aira as if he were a precious jewel found in the dirt, whose true value only shone after closer inspection.
“Aira Shiratori… Ufufu! What a beautiful name!”
His hand — Aira notes it is much bigger and more calloused than his own — pushes Aira’s fist away, patting it gently.
“Aira. My name is Hiiro Amagi. I am the only one who can defend you all. I would like it if you treated me kindly because of that fact. Believe me when I say I want to save everyone here, so wait until my strong big brother gets here and defeats the witch for us, okay?” Hiiro takes Aira’s hand in his own and shakes it. “Until then, let’s be friends!”
Aira can only feel further rage.
… In this situation, there’s no way we can be friends!
slides this towards you
[anon1]holy fuck
let me
Read in the car
The ufufufu I love it 😭
he ufufus in canon its so funny
not enough hiiro ufufus
[anon1]I’ve never seen him do it but I love it
#enstars#ensemble stars#magical girl au#hiiai: ready- start! saga#hiiai#hiiro amagi#aira shiratori#mods talk#writing snippets#implied background rinniki#misc
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Tumblr Game: Last Line
Thanks so much for the tag, @blind-the-winds. Hopefully, your word drought passes soon.
Rules: Share the last line you wrote.
I've been working on a thriller short story called Caven. It is set in Ireland and follows the detective, Ellen Brannigan. I'm a chapter and half until I edit.
I decided to share a paragraph to make it make more sense.
Last paragraph of Caven. (tw: implied homophobia)
Ellen turned towards her and wondered when her girlfriend was going to tell them about her. She didn’t want to push her as she didn’t know what type of people the Lynch family were. Would they accept their relationship for what it was?
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I’m really having fun writing Arsenios’s story. I always worry that nobody wants to read a long fic about an OC, but I’m so deep in it now there’s no turning back. It’s like I’ve descended into OC madness because there are more of them now & I can’t stop thinking about all of them. Ridiculous.
Of course I’m still in the canon character brain rot, too. I like that I can do some of both. It’s a nice way to expand my creativity. Anyway, I’ll end up posting all of it soon enough and then everyone will know how insane I’ve become.
#insane about this specifically I mean#the obsession is real#and I feel like maybe y’all don’t even know#because I don’t post about Arrie as much#thought about posting some wip snippets#but I dunno#late night nonsense posting#obey me oc#misc oc arsenios#misc rambles
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Last Line Meme
tagged by @bluejayblueskies! :)
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in the line.
I'm gonna go with the last tma line i wrote, not the real Last Line, bc the real last line I wrote was for a critical role thing i'm secretly writing for my friend that's never gonna get published anywhere and I think only like two people who follow me are into that anyway ksjghdfkj. So this is from my latest post-mag200 idea, in which some things accidentally get tangled in the cutting of the tether and our intrepid heroes are left with some odd side effects :)
Looking down at Jon is a man he’s certain he’s never seen before in his life.
I cannot tag 16 people i'm sorry it's just impossible. here are 4 <3
@asexualzoro @princess-of-purple-prose @cobalt-knave @judesstfrancis
#thanks for the tag!! :))#this made me realize how many weird and disjointed snippets i have all piled in my little misc document rn there's a LOT going on in there#talking shop#tag games
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WIP intro: Under The Rainbow
So, I have a ton of smaller stories going, but I have at least one big storyverse that I'm considering serializing.
Note: Things in this verse include
Paranomral romance/urban fantasy vibes
A mainly queer cast.
Found family
Various forms of mental health representation
Disbility and chronic pain rep from humans and non-humans alike.
Positive portrayals of sex work, BDSM, and mental health care (though positive does not mean perfect. Sometimes these things can be messy but will be handled with care and respect.)
Various relationship types, including polyamory, BDSM dynamics, queer-platonic relationships, FWB, and relationships that are developed between sex workers and their clients, as well as friendships and familial bonds.
There will also be some portrayals of unhealthy, toxic, and abusive relationships. They will either not remain that way, or not last long term.
Welcome, to the Electric Rainbow
The club, run by a pair of the Fair Folk, is a place you never can quite pin down, well if you're human, anyway. When you ask people about it, they never quite recall what you're talking about, even if you both went there together. After a day or two, you won't remember it either, and there's a vague sense that you did *something* that night, but you'll never remember what it is, unless you find your way back.
But if you're not human, oh that's a whole different story.
See, the Electric Rainbow is for you. It's a club, yeah, but it caters to anyone who doesn't quite fit into the human world. The bouncer is a shifter, the bartender a witch. There are dancers there to suit all types, and if you're there to make your own fun, there are spaces for that too.
That's just at night, though. See, the Rainbow is there come sunshine or moonrise and during the day it's a waystation for anyone who might feel a little lost in trying to make their way in the world.
The doors are open to anyone with curious blood, be it vampires who dart in right as the sun sets, selkies who've come on shore for a day, or even that half fae who's only just woken up to their bloodline and has no idea how to get to the Summerlands.
Coming Soon:
General tag
Cast list and world-building
Misc (tag games, randomness, other things0
Snippets
Graphics, playlists, and moodboards
Tag List:
#wip intro#story intro#writeblr#writeblr community#new writers on tumblr#writers on tumblr#amwriting#writerslife#writers of tumblr#writerblr#paranormal romance#urban fantasy#story: under the rainbow#utr: snippets#utr: audiovisual shinies#utr: misc and delightful#rambles from within the vale
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“What are you going to do now ?” Jing Yuan finally asked, while Jiyi had gone to curl up in his armchair, absent-mindedly playing with his elaborate hairpin.
“Retire and devote myself to writing, I think,” mused the poet with a distant look. "And... I'm thinking of returning to the Fanghu."
This news, more than that of his retirement, made Jing Yuan's heart sink. "You're going to leave ?"
Jiyi turned towards him, eyes weary and lips in a tight smile but unable to hide their quivering. “I can't... I can't stay, Jing Yuan. Not after all of that,” he confessed under his breath, his gaze falling on the pin in his hands. “Not after him.”
Him.
Yingxing.
“You loved him too, didn’t you ?” he muttered in realization, late, too late.
Jiyi laughed in response, a soft and lovely sound like bells or wind chimes, joyful despite his sadness, affectionate despite his sorrow. “Yes Yuan-er, I loved him. Not like you or Yinyue loved him, but A-Xing was….”
He left the sentence hanging, his gaze lost in the distance as the hairpin dug into the fat of his palm, his grip suddenly tightening before he released it with a small breath of laughter that sounded hollow.
“We, Vidyadhara, are tragic creatures for whom love is both the greatest strength and the greatest sin. There's a reason our greatest songs are elegies, Yuan-er.”
The Vidyadhara looked at him with a half-lidded gaze, the pale green of his eyes almost emerald in the semi-darkness of the dying day. Jing Yuan felt himself shuddering with unease at the intensity of his gaze, having always felt deeply uncomfortable when Jiyi dropped his cheerful persona to reveal the hidden and severe depths of his psyche, the exact thing that had made him one of the finest poets of their generation.
“Take care of Dan Feng, Jing Yuan. Because if I can only offer immortality to Yingxing through my works, our dear High Elder and all his following incarnations will never escape the memory of this love bigger than themselves.”
#hsr#hsr fanfic#hsr ocs#hsr dan feng#hsr yingxing#hsr jing yuan#hsr blade#hsr jingliu#xingyue#fengjing#angst#ldwya au#unnewrites#unne's promo snippets#unneocs#unne's jiyi#unneism#unne reblobs misc
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suddenly thought about that one animatic of Bunie and Adori i test scribbled last year, back when Adori was Bunie's main antagonist
my fav thumbnails
#the beginning of Bunie's corruption timeline if he chose to become the killer Adori (and Reaper) created#i know i have all the thumbnails on my procreate i believe#the audio is a snippet from Intro III#ehn misc
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