#wantering

[thevkonline]

Burberry

[tbaluver]

RAFAYEL MYTH I REPEAT RAFAYEL MYTHH

LONG HAIR, HIS TAILLL ?? HE IS SO FAWKING GORJUS BROO @ilovemitsuya

[nikkipettt]

Little Demoiselle

[miothle]

Victoria Housekeeping, at your service.🦈

[daily-sifloop]

Loop and Sif fishing together? 🥺

Day 76: sleeping with the fishes

[xerorao]

6️⃣"Walk the path it illuminates." Fatutu rkgk

[dailybloopy]

[redthemarten]

REDDDDD! WRIO IS FINALLY GOING TO RERUN!!!! WILL HE FINALLY BE LET OUT OF THE HANDCUFFS???

YAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS, BE FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[nimuello]

hope all the sylus girlies (gn) are enjoying his myth event!!

[evercelle]

my friends: excitedly waiting for Fontaine to drop

me: annoying everyone around me by constantly pointing out how extremely oumacore lyney is

[kuasmima]

save a cowboy, ride a syringe

Ko-fi . Bluesky .

[r-aindr0p]

Prepare your baits, tomorrow we WILL get him !!!!!!!!!!!

[painregretsandsunday]

Drawing Sunday every day 'till his release!

Day 100 - Anniversary!1!!1!!1!!1!

Today is the 100th day of my challenge and 179th (3 days short of half a year!) day of Sunday being trapped in hoyo's basement. Ngl When I started it I was sure Sunday would be released sooner. Like much sooner. But he didn't…

So I guess I'm going to continue saving jades and drawing the boy for another half of year. Mb by that date he will be finally drip marketed.

Also I think about changing how I handle this chalange a little bit. Instead of drawing one boi per day, I'll drawing 1 pieces for several days but just post progress here daily, mb with some small bois in between. It would allow me to create bigger and better pieces and not draw till 4 am to finish one in time. But ngl changing the way I do it 100 days in feels weird.

[brokenspider-lilies]

'Fearless warrior', they had called you. The only trait you had inherited from your long-gone parents. You were known by all across Amphoreus. Born from the ashes of your burnt village, you rose to fame across the land, helping the weak find a better life.

Your steps would send shivers down the enemies' spines, your shouts would turn their blood cold, and your fighting would open a path for others' futures. You were mortal royalty among the living. You would have been as famous of the Crysos Heirs.

People sang of your feats. Plays were being created in your name. Scholars whispered your accomplishments. Your story was being weaved into the universe.

But as quickly as a legend appears, they also saw their flame be extinguished soon after. If only your righteous self would have left her alone.

You knew your time would come before the shadow of aging laid itself on your features. You would have hoped to die in battle, sword between your hands, still willing to fight even in death.

But you would not change anything about your circumstances. Even as your body drifted towards the afterlife, you could still remember Castorice's eyes the first time she saw you. 'Love at first sight', the poets called it. Just that look was enough for you to die happy.

You had been welcomed with open arms when you had first stepped foot in Okhema. Your name had made the rounds of the city, people wishing to meet you before you met your end. And they had received their wish.

But their praises, their wishes for your well-being, their prayers, and their touches would never compare to the fire that had been lit inside your soul by her.

Her admiration for you was unmatched. Just like everyone, Castorice had heard of your achievements; she had followed your story closely, and oh, how she had prayed for your safety. Her heart had only steadied once she had heard of your arrival in Okhema.

And to your eyes, she was an angel among mortals. You knew who her Titan was, and yet, it was but an afterthought to you. From your first encounter, you knew that not even death could keep you apart. And yet, it had.

Your yearning for her kept on growing with each day. You knew how important it was to keep away from Castorice. She had warned you of her abilities, yet your heart wanted nothing more but to hold her, to keep her safe.

In the short time you had together, you had barely left her side. Keeping your own distances from each other, your evenings together turned into days, turned into weeks, turned into a month. In such a short time, you had started to believe that there was hope. You did not need much. You just wanted her in your life. Castorice wanted nothing more but to have you by her side.

But if you had known how your life would end, you would have done so. You would have held her by the hand, much closer to you, and you would have made her feel loved.

But duty called. The people of Amphoreus were counting on you. While the Crysos Heirs had their own responsibilities, so did you. As your last day in Okhema was upon you, the shaking in your body and the coldness of your heart could not be sedated. It was as if you already knew your heart was beating for the last time. A warning, if only you would have listened to it.

You had reserved your goodbyes to Castorice for last. You wanted her face to be the last you would see before leaving the city. Maybe that's what had brought you to your doom.

During your last walk of your city alongside your beloved, you realized her body was drifting closer. Much closer than usual. But you were so love-struck, you had barely realised you were coming to a hidden alley.

You were so love-struck you did not even feel her hand resting on your shoulder. You were so love-struck that you barely registered the weakness in your legs, the heaviness of your eyelids, the slowing of your heart.

You did not realize you were dying until it was happening. She truly loved you so much, much more than she had ever loved anyone. And she couldn't possibly let you get away from her. Castorice had lost so much, but you were the one thing she could not let go.

And as you felt the lips of death press against yours, a smile crept on your face. You were finally in her arms. You could finally touch her. You could die in peace, knowing that you would be with her for eternity. And how sweet death was, coming from her.

[dailybloopy]

[sersfandomthings]

wanderer

(referenced from that one shot in the 3.3 interlude quest)