“What’s the plan?”
They said nothing.
“There has to be a plan,” The protagonist’s voice cracked. “You always have a plan, right? I mean - you’re not actually going to - going to-”
“Sacrifice myself for you?” They flashed a mocking smile, that scorned the very suggestion of the idea. “Oh,” they touched the protagonist’s chest. “In a heartbeat.”
❀ calla lily (beauty) — “you’re so beautiful.”
❀ aloe (affection, also grief) — “i miss them so much.”
❀ basil (good wishes) — “i just want the best for you.”
❀ begonia (beware) — “just be careful, okay?”
❀ gardenia (secret love) — “i don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.”
❀ red chrysanthemum (i love you) — “i love you. please don’t forget that.”
❀ red columbine (anxiety) — “can you hold my hand? please?”
❀ daffodil (unequaled love) — “no one will ever come close to you.”
❀ edelweiss (courage, devotion) — “touch them again and i promise, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
❀ candytuft (indifference) — “i said that i didn’t care, but i lied.”
❀ holly (domestic happiness) — “i never want to leave this bed.”
❀ myrtle (marriage) — “i can’t believe it. we’re really married!”
❀ oak (strength) — “you’re stronger than you think.”
❀ aster (symbol of love, daintiness) — “i’m not fragile, y’know.”
❀ arborvitae (unchanging friendship) — “i’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”
❀ blue salvia (i think of you) — “here. this made me think of you.”
❀ yarrow (everlasting love) — “i don’t think i’ll ever stop loving you.”
taeyong is so fond of the dreamies ♡
(190911) the 9th s05e01 : hyunjin.
Studio Ghibli Films: 3840 x 1080
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Hello hello hello, I'm here to ask for like headcanons or an imagine (or whatever, idk, can you tell I've never requested a fic in my entire life) about Luka slowly realizing he actually has feelings for someone? Like genuine ones? I'm not super duper into Alien Stage but I imagine him being super fake (and manipulative lol) especially when it comes to dating. Like, I don't even think he would get into a relationship if he doesn't get something out of it, but what if he, y'know, slowly starts to realize he actually likes the person he's with? Like how would he deal with that and stuff 🫣
premise— it’s hard to know, to realize, that he has fallen in love, not when the genuine concept of it has been slowly eradicated and painted into something twisted and cruel by the hands of these aliens; alternatively, what he’s like slowly falling in love and coming to terms with it. content tags and warnings — pairing: luka (w/ gender-neutral reader) | kind of established relationship, not an alternative universe, slight angst with fluff, i fucking hate you heperu (heperu is luka’s guardian alien) | wc: 0.7k ; headcanons
"jellyfish"— i was listening to sad music so now this came out as sad
The ‘love’ LUKA had received from Heperu was the only love he had known and so, he views the world around him in the same lens, carving his heart out of the same rotten wood that was used to create his being. What can he do in the face of something so tender, so sharp, so gentle, like needles stabbing into his hands but caressing him sweetly all the same?
Was love meant to be as draining as this? Was it meant to tire and wear out his bones? Was it meant to make his heart clench, thorns ripping at his throat? Was it meant to make him reach his hand out for you, to let his touch linger across your skin, to always seek the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his? It’s a little strange, the odd ‘pain’ in his chest blurring into an unfamiliar feeling of comfort and warmth. He’s not one to run away at the face of such unusual feelings, but maybe he’ll turn away from it, to dismiss it as nothing (it’s not what Heperu taught him).
When did his eyes start to follow you everywhere you go? When did he begin to wish to chase the shooting stars, despite the constricting feeling on his throat, just so he could have the chance to see you, bare and flawed underneath the same skies that had forsaken him, that had abandoned you? He never had seen the problem of hurting others or being hurt as long as it is meant for him, for his own good, but when he sees twist in your expression, the hollow in your eyes, the tremble of your lips, he’s suddenly bitter and thorned. He tries to be kind, in ways that he knows of, in ways that he has seen, experienced, and learned.
To be seen as nothing but manipulative and cunning with his princely and charming demeanor, to be seen as a blank slate, to be seen only on the surface of his sweet smiles that never seem to reach his eyes. But it’s better to be misunderstood than to have you see the wretched and tangled strands that is sewn to create the fabric of his existence, to be viewed under the same limelight he is being put beneath than to have you notice the bleakness of color in his golden eyes that rivals the sun—except his light never exists, only when he gazes at you does it ever shine.
It’s hard to understand him either—not when he cannot understand himself also. He wishes to take away all of your pain, all of your problems and worries, to have you rely on him and only on him, to view the world in your eyes, to cup your cheeks in his hands and press his lips against yours (he has heard of the act of kissing, a strange way to convey and pour one’s desire, adoration, and love to another). He’ll lie down on the grass with you and watch the stars, he’ll listen to your songs and music, he’ll let you put those red flowers found in the Anakt Garden on his hair.
Maybe he does and say such things in the name of ‘control’, ‘possession’, ‘obsession’, or anything that can be used to label whatever reason he has just so he could see that pretty shade that adorns your cheeks, the smile that etches across your lips, the sound that bubbles out of your throat, the eyes that glimmer when you look at him. Maybe it’s just those feeble things that make him feel humane, that makes him break away from the shackles that binds him to the image of ‘Luka, the star’, that makes him realize that he does adore you.
(Whatever this fragile bond you share with him, built on weak foundations of the love he has known and the love you have shared, fragile and fleeting like glass teetering on the edge, he’ll seize it, he’ll shape it, and he’ll make it unbreakable—he’ll make it real, he’ll make it his.)
He likes to believe that he deserves the kind of love he has yet to know of, out of the clutches of Heperu and into the warmth of your own. To hold it into his hands, tightly, unrelenting, never letting go—contorting into control as long as it is his.
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cyno x gn!reader
General Mahamatra’s significant other is here.
Most Akademiya scholars, for all their pride in being well-read intellectuals, have little to no clue on how a person like you managed to have a relationship with the intimidating Matra. You were… well, in most circumstances, they wouldn’t hesitate to judge you based on your background—or lack, thereof, in terms of your studies—but as stated earlier, Lord Cyno is Intimidating.
They watch you bid him goodbye with an embrace and a far too large grin on your bubbly-looking face. Cyno, for his part, returns your embrace stiffly, a rare smile brightening his usually stoic expression. The scholars watch the interaction with barely hidden interest, pretending to read a book or, in one woman’s case, pretending to sweep the floor.
They all collectively cringe inside when they see you trip on your own robes and nearly fall face-first onto the floors if you hadn’t managed to grab onto a table for support. You were just so… they hastily flick their eyes to Lord Cyno in case he magically heard their thoughts, only to see him watching you with a fond, out of place look in his eyes.
Right. There’s the issue of that too. He’s soft when you’re around, less unapproachable to others. But then there’s the issue of you and your general… you-ness.
You’re by the archway leading to the exit a few feet away from him, waving your hand in the air like a child. Then you stop as if an idea has formed in your head, and within this moment and the next, you bring your palm to your lips and blow a kiss in General Mahamatra’s direction, an exaggerated mwah! sound echoing through the chamber.
Most scholars have agreed to never speak of you in a bad tone after seeing what Lord Cyno did to the last person who did so. It’s best to just turn a blind eye to most of the things you do that would normally have them raising an eyebrow like the haughty intellectuals they are.
But this thing they’re seeing right now? It’s absurd enough in their eyes that a few don’t manage to contain the scoff that spills from their lips. (Cyno sweeps a chilling gaze over them and memorizes each face frozen in horror over what they’ve just done.)
Much to the shock of everyone within vicinity of such a display, Cyno doesn’t turn around and ignore your childish act. Instead, he brings his hand up and pretends to catch your kiss, bringing it to his lips before blowing one right back at you. All of this is done with a straight face that would have normally sent a young student running in the opposite direction.
You catch it with both hands and place them right in front of your chest, pretending to swoon as you slowly walked away. It brings the smallest of smiles to Lord Cyno that doesn’t disappear until you’re gone from eyesight.
They have a brief moment to sigh in relief at the thought of them being in the clear.
But then he turns to them with a dark look that has their knees shaking in fear.
“I heard those scoffs.”
They all send a short prayer to Greater Lord Rukkhadevata.
— just a series where you are their secret lover… but you didn’t know because you weren’t from teyvat after all! (until you have memories of him and you every time you two touch)
CHARACTERS. self aware! Isekai! gn! Reader; Al-Haitham, Heizou, Tighari, Scaramouche / Wanderer
THEMES. light sagau (self aware genshin au), isekai, fluff/crack, questionable but real established relationship, suggestive (light and in a few of them…), domestic (kind of inspired by several manhwas lmao), light angst on Tighnari’s??
NOTES. I planned for this to be a series so yep if there is anyone else you want me to cover, just hmu.
SCARAMOUCHE / WANDERER
You have to give him all the props, he had hidden you quite well.
Even as he was a Fatui Harbinger of a high enough ranking–for others, he was able to keep your identity a secret. Thus, the moment you opened your eyes and found yourself in the land of Teyvat without even knowing, you didn’t know about this.
Being transported to Inazuma was one thing that did take you a whileto notice until you came face to face with the tracks to Mt. Yougou and officially got to know a Yae Miko–an individual everyone seemed to have great respect for and the fox ears and tail were ones you have never seen in a person ever–at least not one that looked so real and looked exactly like a character in a game you’ve played in!
What Yae Miko and you talked about came in a blur because you were too much in your head, thinking about how everything suddenly made sense but didn’t at the same time. Yet you did uncover something in your identity in such a small conversation–it was that she knew you. Very well, that is. You felt that it was weird for her to suddenly come up and talk to you all of a sudden, all the more when she asked how you and your lover were–you almost let out a “Who in the world is my lover-Wait, I have one?!” but you managed to shut yourself up and said that you two were doing alright. Biggest mistake of your life.
The moment you saw Scaramouche, you didn’t even recognize him. He wore such different clothes that you barely had the time to stare and get a grip, not until he was right in front of you–actually, he marched right in front of you.
“Wash that stupid look on your face, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
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omg your art is SOOOO GOOD!! how do you do ardyn's hair can you please give us a tutorial or smething its amazing the detail you put in your pieces
You give me too much credit, love~ But I’ll definitely show ya how I do it if you wanted to try different techniques for hair as unruly as Ardyn’s haha.
1.) Draw your base
Start with a base for a head like this. It makes it easier to draw the face and hair proportionately.
2.) Draw that beautiful face
You can skip and head straight for the hair, but I like drawing the face first as knowing where the eyes start and the mouth ends helps in pinpointing my hairline. The top of the hairline for me is the length of the tip of the nose to the bottom of the lip and then I take that length starting from the brow up and boom, hairline. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense, I’ll edit the tutorial at some point to make it easier
3.) Start with the bangs
From the hairline, you can start with his bangs. They ebb and flow in soft waves. So I do a soft up-down curve motion. And from there it gets easier. Using reference photos helps a lot. I would highly recommend using @maty-yami’s as they take all angles of his gorgeous face in great detail.
4.) The rest of the hair
I thoroughly enjoy doing his strands and locks. They are as unruly as he is so please have fun with this as you’re going along. There’s really no wrong way to do it and as I’ve mentioned, references are your best friends. Don’t be afraid to mess up, I’ve erased his hair so many times before I was finally happy and done with it.
Keeping your base most certainly helps in guiding your strokes as well. Once you are satisfied with it, throw some clothes on him (or not ;p) and you got yourself a Trash Jesus.
And that’s about it. I’ve been drawing him in relatively the same way for a year. Take the time to clean up this hot mess and you’ll eventually draw him like this, if not waaaaay better:
Remember this, friends? Oooof, one day I’ll get back on this level. Until then, I hope this tiny somewhat tutorial has helped and inspired Ardyn lovers and artists
Person A: “But you’re only children! You shouldn’t be fighting this war!”
Person B: “We haven’t been children for a long time… They made sure of that.”
Person A: “…….Do you honestly think you’re going win this fight?”
Person B: “We have have to. We don’t have another choice.”