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was wondering how he'd look if his hair got longer so tried I giving him one I based it on his hairline and it turned a little similar to Langris

by the way I just wanna share this too! I just tried playing Black Clover M again... and I... GOT HIMMMM♥♥♥ *yaaaaay*

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my guts say, the final path in Amphoreus could be Permanence, might sound like a copium moment but I cant help but consider things like how Dan Heng is rumored to have another 5star version, or how Hoyo likes to connect places to Xianzhou somehow (where Viyadharas mostly live). Many speculated the Marshall Hua is Fu Hua but in Elysian Realm wasnt she one of the flamechasers as well? (Not sure, never really played HI) but.. yeah.. might not make a lot of sense but I could see Hoyo pulling this stunt lmao… feel free to share your thoughts 😆

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Hoyo please make this a skin 🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

LOOK AT HIM IN HIS LIYTLE HAT WHICH MEANS HIS HAIR IS DOWN AND OH GOD HE MAY HAVE A LIL BRAID AR RHE BACK FOR HIS RIBBON IMMA JUMP OFF A CLIFF LOOK AT MY WIFE

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Prisoner Kafka

ahh

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If Amphoreus is a simulation (created by Nous and others), and Dr. Ratio is the worm blessed by Aha, then...He isn’t just some rejected genius, he’s the entity Aha inserted into the system to test Nous!!

A worm, not just in the "lowly-creature-turned-genius" way, but in the digital sense, a piece of invasive code that could potentially disrupt or even corrupt Nous’s simulation or maybe Nous itself!

OMG ASDFGHK IT ACTUALLY CONNECTS???!!!

What if Dr. Ratio isn’t just being ignored by Nous??what if Nous knows exactly what he is and refuses to acknowledge him because he’s a threat to the system itself??? AAAAAAAA

Also, the fact that Veritas looks like he is from Amphoreus really makes this more convincing 😭

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tried the no lineart artstyle and ofc it's my favorite tried the no lineart artstyle and ofc it's my favorite test subject hasubando❤️❤️

still learning ibis, its my second finished art in tablet, i experience less headache here thank goodness,.... so happy i can still make digital arts!🥹🥹🥹

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i dunno if I should even post this but.. let me just share my thoughts at least.

to be honest, I dunno if im quitting or just resting but im in this point of my life right now that I just want to focus in actually doing things that are important to me, so I apologise for being inactive here. Im still trying to figure out stuffs that Im trying to do.

im opening a printing business, something I've always wanted to do, and Im still figuring out a lot of things. THIS and the fact that my digital nausea is getting worst. I really cant use PC without feeling like im gonna faint after an hour of using it. and it is honestly frustrating, I feel so limited.

if you've read this, thank you! and if anybody were looking forward to my fanarts, thank you and Im sorry! I might not be able to draw in awhile.

if you still want to connect, I am *slightly* more active in insta and facebook

insta @ mimiraur

fb.com/raurine

i may not be actively posting in my socmeds BUT I do reply , feel free to share anything ü

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aww you sweet peeps~♥

I dont talk much here, except to myself (lol) cuz Im shy and dont really know what to say, you are amazing♥

@tummyisyummy @whackdreamer @thefancydragonqueen

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YuanYuannnnn♥♥♥

Jing Yuan in hoyofair 2025 has me screaming and crying

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Wonweek & Sunday (actually Sunday x trynottolaughchallenge , did I remember it right? :P)

im out of my head today, didn't realize I've been posting in my sub blog TuT) ||

anyways.. amazing art collab with @tummyisyummy ( tagging you again! This is my main one btw )

Wonweek & Sunday ♥

First art collab ever (with @tummyisyummy) and first art for this year

Thank you, Tummy!! I love, love, love Sunday here ^^)♥♥♥

This is the base we used, found it here

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I am Japanese, and I love Jack from Black Clover.

I moved from Twitter to this social network, and there are some incredible mantis enthusiasts here.

I already think it was a good decision to come here.

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Sunday drawn over the reference

It’s just Sunday brainrot

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;u;

having an oc you havent drawn / written about publicly yet that only exist as a concept is so funny. i have special access to this limited edition guy from my brain

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super secret special edition SSS!

husband! jing yuan x fem pronouns reader. 1.5k words

everyone lives with secrets, even you. it's about time your husband unearths the things you've been so adamant to conceal.

[crossposted in ao3]

Tingyun knows the secret of the trade as much as she knows to keep her benefactor’s secrets.

Tourists from afar, far-reaching emissaries, foreign merchants. Secrets are both poison and leverage for all, and you are aware the amicassador does not exclude even you from this unspoken adage.

“Oh? It's Lady (Name)~ This Tingyun is always pleased to do business with my lady.”

“Tingyun…” you eyeball the tapestry hanging behind her. The Exalting Sanctum is generous with its pleasant chill. No one bats an eye as you fiddle with your warm coat that almost functions as a discreet (you hope) hood.

The worry lingers either way. A secret is both a poison and a leverage, still.

“Ah! apologies,” Tingyun's words do not match her delighted clap. “My lady—Lady Benefactor has always had many things to say of the General. This Tingyun has been swept over by your admirable enthusiasm and became clumsy with her words! Please forgive her.”

Clumsy my tail!

You were never a possessive lover. Let alone an obsessive one. It simply happens that you are not the General's spouse, but his lovely, supportive, very enthusiastic spouse.

Overheard in the Seat of Divine Foresight Gardens, an old story dictates: one may call the General’s name three times. If all is in the same breath of a praise, Lady (Name) will appear behind you, hold your hand, and talk with exuberance as she sits you down in Sleepless Earl. If all is in the same breath of a meaningless insult, she will appear with a metal coated fan to cool you down.

Which, in essence, is not untrue. And by extension, Tingyun's remark is not wrong either. But still.

“In any case,” you cough into your fist. It’s a shame that your palm is empty of the gilded hand fan Jing Yuan gifted you on your last anniversary. But business calls for sacrifices. You need your hands, preferably empty. Thus, the fan sits await in your shared abode for the span of your little excursion.

“Do you have the good stuff?”

“Certainly, Lady Benefactor,” Tingyun reciprocates your whisper, “I have the special edition goods reserved only for my VIP patron...”

Walking past the meager amount of food stalls in the Exalting Sanctum, you feel grateful for the tuskpir roll and puffergoat milk you’ve secured during your trip to Aurum Alley.

Yes, Aurum Alley. Why took the trouble to meet Tingyun first? Well. You’ve already left your love's gift away from your person. You can’t possibly leave anywhere without at least one piece of your husband, can’t you?

“Hehehehe.”

A child turns his head, and his mother beckons him away from the odd stranger. With a furrowed brow, she tears her gaze as you giggle and caress the holographic, embossed picture of Jing Yuan’s side profile; taken from one of his public appearances.

The smooth surface of the print glints in the light. Golden eyes. Silver mane. Walking past Synwood Pavilion, it’s not never that your trance grants you a scratch or bruise from hanging pots and stairs unnoticed. But this time, a kind enough stranger pulls you away from the harm.

“Thank you—ouu?!!”

The sky falls, your blood runs tepid.

Not only do the stranger keep their hold on your arm, they take the momentum to pull you close and rest a palm on the slope of your waist.

“I have not seen you since this morning, and now you try to dispose of me?”

The sharp edge of the photo card in your hand stops by a breadth of the stranger's jugular. Staring back at you are a pair of familiar eyes as golden as a spring evening.

“A-Yuan?”

“My lady,” Jing Yuan words flow easily with his small laugh. He finds no struggle in grasping the hand hovering on his neck, and before you find the tact to hide the picture you posed as an instinctual weapon, he presses a tender kiss to your wrist.

…Oh.

“A- A-Yuan.” You parrot, throat scraping dry against your voice. “I thought Master Diviner Fu and Qingzu are keeping you for the day.”

Jing Yuan’s hand is still warm against your lower back. He shakes his head. “This self is not so young anymore, and this old man needs a moment’s rest, simply.”

???! Old man my foot!!!

Your eyes dart. Hiding the embossed photo card—which discreet nature is now questionable—remains tantamount. But Jing Yuan is as cunning as he is powerful. By deliberation or spontaneous display, he envelops your figure before you choose a step; warm curls tickling your jaw as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Baobei—Jing Yuan, we’re still in public!-“

“I miss my beloved.”

Your dearest has always had a penchant for words of affection. Yet, there is a sliver of genuine fatigue in his voice, this time. Not as potent as the nights when he sought your embrace to stave away regrets and guilt of the past, but you know the shape of his ails better than anyone.

And this, for a moment, melts everything else. Sounds and colors dissolve. The world becomes nothing but him. Inconsequential; all but him.

Your lips soothe into a soft smile. Running your fingers through his pale curls, he breathes into your collarbone.

“Did you run away from the paperworks?”

“No, not this time.” His laugh tickles your neck. A sound reminiscent of Mimi’s purr. A beat, he stands straight to stare at your face before a gentle hand caresses your cheek.

“Matters have settled down early in the Seat of Divine Foresight. I rushed home to see my beloved, but fortune seems to favor my side this day.”

“Yes—well...” your tongue is heavy. Years of matrimony and you are still unable to keep up with his affections. Fortune favors your side, in fact. For this lifetime and for the next, you pray.

“I’m glad that things have settled,” you fiddle with the photo still nestled in your right hand. “I was out for a small excursion and was about to pick you up. I bought some treats as well.”

“My wife spoils me so.” You always liked the way he smiles. “Although I’d prefer my lady not get hurt and distracted in the streets, much less if I am the cause."

“What?”

Jing Yuan glances sideways, so you numbly follow his gaze.

Jumping at the realization, raw adrenaline forcibly pulls your hand behind your back, hiding the glow of the holographic photo card—special edition! Tingyun said. Though, who can deceive the Luofu Arbiter General?

You stand helpless when Jing Yuan gently reclaims your hand, slowly raising it from the shadows of your back. He hums at the glinting photo when his image is revealed for shared observation, and, to your surprise, spares no word but merely presses his lips to your knuckles.

“Fortune favors me, truly, to have such a loving beloved like you."

You make a face. Embarrassment, humor, then it all sheds to eventual amusement. You want to shake this man like a chewtoy. Turn him upside down. Rattle him.

"Since when?"

"A while."

You orchestrate a pout, "Why only tell me now?"

Jing Yuan humors you with a twinkle in his eye. "Why settle for a moment captured in time when the real one stands present before you?”

You pause.

A blink. A couple. A cycrane flies over the sky. As it departs to the horizon, so does your incredulous, airy laugh.

You made up your mind to take a strategic step backwards, putting away the photo. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“Perhaps.”

“You say that as if I didn’t notice you commissioning paintings of my image too, General”

Jing Yuan’s smile is mirthful. “So I have been caught.”

You giggle, and with or without your notice, Jing Yuan sucks in a quiet breath. An unsaid promise; another oath sworn into the silence to keep that smile safe. To ease all the tears that linger on your lashes. To soothe all the curved frowns bending your lips.

From the day he was a mere boy running late for his former teacher’s training, stumbling upon a little lady who, even then, was already brimming with a penchant for trinkets and sweets alike, to the years witnessing both of your growth, the awkward young years, the losses you both braved alone and in hand, your courtship, the day when he tied the strings of fate and bound himself to you for that day and forevermore. Even today, he had loved you. He still does, and always will.

His reverie gave you way to tiptoe and leave a ghost of a kiss to your dearest’s brow. Mimicking his frequent strategy of making a move before the adversary registers, you take his hand and lead him away from the eaved shadows of the Synwood Pavilion.

“Let’s go home, A-Yuan.”

Jing Yuan’s hand fit too perfectly, engulfing yours.

A breathless chuckle mixes with the bustle of the Exalting Sanctum; his steps pulled along with your trots. Although poor in concealment, with a series of gasps and amused murmur echoing at your wake, you pull him along to sneak through street corners and pavilions as if you are both young again. And for that moment, everything is right.

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You’re still going to keep that holographic photo and keep it with the other stashes, though. After all, it's a super secret special edition SSS photo card!

i've been feeling lowkey anxious lately and this honk shoo mimimi man has been one of my crutches. I love him sm. legit cried at some point thinking about him zamn

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Because it's the season of giving, and one usually sends Christmas cards before Christmas....

Happy holidays~ ❤️‍🔥

@lyranova @loosesodamarble @koneko-pi @kalolasfantasyworld @faewraithsworld @f-oighear @purpled-royalty @bean-market-mafia @funky-sea-cryptid @artificialpillow

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Vol 17 Source

Vol 25 All parts Source

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