#maybe spring break

[dyed-indigo]

so @wyyvoren's dtiys huh. here's my take!

[taymartiart]

“Is my blood apology enough?”

Day 1 of @tamlinweek

[agent-calivide]

Music box

[hetslop]

helen distortion x melanie king call that rageroom

[queeniehostapasta]

Fav crazy bastard hours! (Please please please Tumblr don’t take this down and ban me it’s just cranberry sauce , maybe a little bit too much but it’s all cranberry sauce I swear)

Silly alt! He’s so coquette! (Obliterated millions, trillions even)

[madetolooklikeus]

15 days of FatT

3. The Boy in Green

[harbingersecho]

trying to smash thru the artblock by doing random stuff for mermay so... fish

[okkalo]

best big brother ever.

rindou x reader

genre(s): fluff, crack

hi, this is a tiktok trend for anyone wondering

“if you wanna get to him, you gotta get through me first,” your possessive and bold words immediately drew rindou’s attention towards you. his lilac eyes narrowed as he confusingly tried to make sense of the situation.

rindou had been minding his own business on the couch, listening to some songs out loud. when you had come over to sit next to him, which was just a second ago, he paid it no mind. but, now you were threatening your phone camera?

as if he wasn’t already in a confused state, you turned to face him with that mischievous smile he’s come to dread. then, your hand clawed around his chin, pulling him closer to smash your lips against his.

now he was in complete shock.

before he could even comprehend what the hell was happening, you pulled away just as swiftly as you came and turned back to your phone.

“best brother ever,” you enunciated, a proud smile adorning your lips. rindou’s heart stopped. his hand immediately flew to snatch your recording phone away from you, throwing you a disgusted glare at the same time.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” his question made it hard not to just burst out laughing then and there.

“what do you mean, big bro?” you innocently asked, your tone much softer as you tilted your head at him. he hated the way his heart fooled him to feel a pang of guilt at the sight of your obvious act.

“i’m not your big bro!” he hurriedly replies, giving your shoulder a small shove. unlucky for you, he was quick to move his attention back to your phone, obviously about to delete the video.

“rindou, it’s a prank! don’t delete the video!” you hastily beg, moving to try to claim your phone back from his hands.

“i’m not letting you make people think we’re siblings,” he grumbled, practically jumping over the joke and continuing to hold the phone out of your reach. his fingers were quick to delete the video, much to your dismay. his reaction truly would’ve gone viral.

“rin, that’s a whole trend. no one’s gonna believe we’re siblings,” the whine leaves your lips, upset that he deleted something so funny. in his eyes, he couldn’t believe that you were the one pouting. still, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt.

he huffed, tossing your phone back to you. “don’t care, that was probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. i’m saving you face,” he claimed, moving his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. despite his words, he was obviously trying to make you feel somewhat better.

“geez, rin, i take what back what i said earlier. you’re actually the worst brother ever,” you mirrored his huff with an eye roll, not being able to resist teasing him.

“i’m not your brother!” he immediately replied, pushing you away from him once again. unlucky for him that he’s just so easy to poke fun at.

[dujour13]

Knight-Commander Raqim Ag Adar

art by the wonderful @mooreaux! 💕

character summary below the cut, with some pwotr spoilers

If I Betray My Heart on AO3

The Dragonmarked / Favored Son

Race | Human

Class(es) | Firewarden Ranger

Mythic Path | Angel -> Gold Dragon

Nationality | Rahadoumi

Ethnicity | Qadiran

Religion | Atheist

Gender | Cis straight man, he/him

Profession | Pure Legion scout

Sweetie | Seelah

Skills | Knowledge: Nature, Knowledge: Arcana, Perception

Appearance | Dark olive skin; neat beard; long, thick, black hair usually wrapped in a tagelmust. Eyes so dark brown they’re almost black. He wears the white-and-gold light armor of the Pure Legion but in Avistan rapidly adopts a thick fur cloak.

Personality | Dutiful, responsible, compassionate, rational, gentle but also fierce. A do-the-right-thing kind of guy you can trust. A zealous Rahadoumi atheist and not above some arrogant eyebrow-raising, but this is because he has something to prove to himself. He can’t otherwise rationalize how he treated his father.

Polite but surprisingly warm with those he gets close to. Dry sense of humor—only his eyes laugh. He likes to party more than he lets on. Prone to smoldering temper. No patience for religion but in need of spiritual healing. As the Favored Son and a former refugee he hates being chosen, special, different. Desperate to fit in. He willingly, unquestioningly shoulders burdens placed on him. He has always carried so much. He is a man whose regrets eat him alive.

Arc | How can you forgive yourself when the people you hurt are gone, and you can’t fix what you broke?

Quotes | “You people are dogs. I will join you, as always.”

“Let no man be beholden to a god.”  - First Law of Kalim Onaku

“A Rahadoumi laughs at death—but it’s a shared laugh, not a defiant one.”

“We will find our way.”

“My brother died. I was young. I didn’t understand. I ate what I was given, not noticing he was given nothing. Do not blame my parents. They had a terrible choice: to watch both of us die slowly, or only one. I was chosen to live, and he to die. If I could find him again I would share my food and we would live or die together.”

Story |

Childhood – Born to a family of goatherds in the interior highlands of Qadira, as an infant Raqim was chosen as an offering to a dragon that lived in the mountains to the south. Most children offered to the dragon were never seen again, but every now and then, one was returned to his family bearing the mark of the dragon’s blessing—in Raqim’s case, bronze scales across his shoulders and back. This did not bring his family the luck they had hoped for, because drought and famine swept the region, and when Raqim was six, they were forced to flee across the desert and the sea. Raqim’s mother and brother perished on the voyage. His father heard talk of the prestigious schools of magic in Rahadoum and worked on board a ship in exchange for passage there, with the hope that his dragonmarked son could someday realize his full potential.

Upon arrival, Raqim’s father was forced to hide his Sarenrite faith and accept poorly paid laboring jobs, shoveling sand in Manaket, or later working in the tanneries outside Azir. In the meantime, Raqim went to Rahadoumi school and unlike his father rapidly assimilated, making friends and learning the language and customs.

His father, once his greatest hero—who had brought him across the desert, who knew everything about the sun, the wind and the beasts—now became dependent on him, an old, superstitious god-worshipping refugee Raqim had to help for everything. In his teen years the contempt he felt for his father grew into resentment.

Adulthood – At eighteen, Raqim began his apprenticeship, training as a ranger with the Pure Legion.

Seven years later, his company smoked out a Sarenrite enclave near Botosani. The Sarenrites refused to cede and were put to siege. Raqim’s captain used him as a threat, claiming he was a fire-sorcerer who would burn down their compound if they didn’t hand themselves over.

The Sarenrites panicked, rushing the Pure Legion scouts and killing two of Raqim’s best friends and comrades. Cornered and desperate, Raqim destroyed them with fire, incinerating the compound and killing all the remaining Sarenrites within. When it’s quiet he can still hear their screams. The last thing he remembers is being gutted by a Sarenrite scimitar.

Areelu’s Experiment –

The dragon Raqim was offered to as an infant was in fact under a geas to provide children for Areelu Vorlesh’s experiments. Most of the children perished, until she attempted to graft draconic essence into one of them in the hope it would help the child resist the extreme heat of the stitching process. It did. Raqim was returned to his family and kept under observation.

When he came of age, it was time for the next stage of the experiment. She made sure he would not recall his kidnapping or the horrific process of the graft, which also expanded the Worldwound. He was fourteen, like her child.

Ten years later, when as a scout with the Pure Legion he attacked a Sarenrite enclave and was almost killed, she whisked him away to her laboratory to revive him. She then kept him in stasis in the lab for seventy-seven years to continue work on the Nahyndrian power she hoped would stabilize the graft.

Until Targona, an angel Areelu had taken captive, succeeded in escaping, and freed Raqim into the Worldwound, urging him to save himself. Areelu recaptured Targona and punished her for this setback in her experiment; still, she noted that Raqim was not only alive and stable, but gifted at surviving on his own in the wilderness. She bade Suture leave his clothing and weapons for him, and then kept a close eye on him as he traveled to the banks of the Sellen and southward toward Mendev. The wound on his chest reached critical instability not long afterward, and she was forced to knock him out and drag him into Kenabres on a stretcher to be healed by the dragon, and then fetch him a dose of the N.

[edgeray]

Arlecchino is a patient person.

(Arlecchino x Reader Blurb)

Contrary to what people may think of her, as hotheaded her Pyro Vision may suggest that she is, Arlecchino is a patient person. She reserves patience for the right people, for those worth her time and worth her consideration to even wait for. There are few that do qualify for both of those qualifications, but it is often limited to the children of the House of the Hearth.

And you.

There are times that necessitate haste. And there are times that necessitate patience. She had known since the start of her relationship with you that she needed the latter, even when an internal part of her wanted the former. Because you are not a duty ordered for her to complete. After all, she can't hurry the bud's growth and expect a rose in full bloom. A relationship with you is both spontaneous and gradual, and it is the graduality of things that make the spontaneous that much sweeter, that much more beautiful.

You make her impatient however. You make her restless. Like her former coworker, Arlecchino knows that one day she will also be buried in ice, having died from her service to the Tsaritsa. She does not know when this day will approach, but she fears, yes, fear, that it will be soon. The Fourth Harbinger does not have many things she is afraid of. Cautious, perhaps, wary. If she were to part from Teyvat, the House of the Hearth would be in good hands, she assured that there is already a successor that will take her place. She is wary for what might come for the children, hence why she had taken precautions already.

There is no precaution for you. The day that she does not come home, she knows that her death will surely shatter you.

She knows this because your smile radiates warmth toward her, your touch is tender and innocent on her skin, and your words are whispered and soothing. A pleasurable constant in the everchanging and unpredictable world she's in.

She knows this because every night, you refuse to fall to asleep unless it is under her covers and in the safety of her arms. It matters little to you if your sleep is few or many, you wait every time for when she finishes with her work so that the two of you could sleep together.

She knows this because every time she must leave the confines of home, you kiss her throat with red lipstick to leave a mark of your presence on her. And every time she comes home, you envelop her in welcoming arms and kiss her lips, regardless if she's arrived at the doorstep bathed in blood.

She knows this because you take her hands and instead of shifting your sight away in disgust or jerking away from fear, you trace over each crease and fold of her blackened skin. When you intertwine your fingers with hers so perfectly, she wonders if this was the purpose for her hands: to hold yours.

It is for this reason that she does not want to be patient even though she needs to. Time with you is not eternal, it is an indubitable fact. But she knows patience is key, and the ring in her pocket cannot be displayed to you so thoughtlessly. You deserve so much better than that after all. When the stars align, she will surely take her chance to make you officially hers.

Arlecchino is a patient person. But you make her impatient.

[otaku553]

[a-cha0tic-intr0v3rt]

chat i’m just realizing right now

THE PARALELLSSSSSS, THE FUCKING PARALLELS 💛💜✨ (well kinda)

i already love ichi and jyushi’s dynamic but i love them EVEN MORE THAN BEFORE RAAAAAHHHHHH—

seriously, suuji is the EPITOME of wholesome and you cannot change my mind on that, even with their ups and downs there is no denying that suuji is one of the most wholesome duos of the show 🥺

[dodothefool]

ITS MY BOYS SUUUPER BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and the other two i guess but this isnt about them)

i couldnt figure out how to fit his sunglasses so heres my best attempt lol

[bepomepo33]

Goated

[ilkkawhat]

[advluv4life]

I don't want to brag but I've gone from 10 words to 416 and after the past year of a drought I want to express that I am proud of myself. I will get these last two chapters out. I will do it.