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Ryou/Yuki comic for Re:vale Anniversary!

Plot: Momo is late to Re:vale's anniversary celebration Yuki prepared just for the two of them. In a hurry, Yuki opens the door to the apartment and accidentally lets in an uninvited guest.

Content warnings: Ryou-typical manipulation and blackmail, offscreen violence, a bit of obsession.

Notes at the end, full comic in the readmore!

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Notes:

Hi, I'm the most late person in the world to their anniversary (after Momo in this comic of course)!! Ryou/Yuki (which I specified "angst" for) won by poll and then by a dice roll, which is too lucky in my opinion. I've had this idea specifically for these two and didn't think it'd be that long of a comic. That's why I'm late. Totally not my poor time management.

I STILL CAN'T DRAW YUKI PROPERLY Sorry he looks like four different people. Ryou on the other hand - boy do I love seeing him evil. Yuki is fine. thats his nightmares again

Perhaps next anniversary I'll draw Re:vale properly celebrating

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Fluffvember Day 15 : Free Day (Nightmares) - Estinien

I was dreaming. I knew that. Knowing didn't seem to help.

Smoke assaulted my nose and burned through my throat and lungs, it's acrid scent inescapable but still preferable to the horrors I knew hid beneath it. I choked on the smell of charred flesh and burned hair, the air so thick with it that I could taste it on my tongue, and bile rose before I could even try to swallow it down. I bent over my knees and heaved, vomit splattering over scorched grass, but it didn't help the nausea roiling through my stomach, nor the dread that suffused my very being.

I knew what was coming. I'd dreamed it many a time, and lived it before that - memory and dream entwined until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. It always began the same: smoke coiling around my body like some maleficent serpent, filling my nose and mouth and lungs as if it sought to penetrate any orifice it could find, any piece of me left untainted. Next...

My eyes lifted almost of their own volition, and though they refused to focus on what they saw, the horror of it was not lost on me. Fingertips curled into the dirt, nails broken as if she'd tried to dig her way free. A red crack through skin so charred it was unrecognizable as flesh. A slim leg mangled by shards of wood and disfigured by fallen rubble. My family, all of them laid low by Nidhogg's wrath.

Nidhogg... His roar pierced the heavens, and the very air seemed to tremble in its wake. The land around me shifted, and but there was no relief to being free of my family's deaths as instead a kaleidoscope of atrocities played out before me, every torment I'd ever faced flashing in quick succession. The drip of saliva from a dragon's too-close fang. The singed remains of a child-sized shoe. The piled bodies of lost comrades. A broken shield on holy ground. Nidhogg's resonant voice like claws in my mind. "Mine eyes have partaken of a thousand years of pain - a pain which I shall bestow upon thee." The crack of my own spine as twin eyes welded to my flesh and Nidhogg took control of my form.

I wanted to close my eyes against what I knew was coming, but I had no choice but to watch as memory tipped into possibility and the dream conjured new terrors to present to me. Once more was I held captive in my own flesh, forced to watch as Aymeric fell to his knees before me, blood staining his tabard and bubbling from his lips. The same red dripped from my fingers to splatter pitilessly on the stone below.

I struggled fruitlessly for control of my body. It wouldn't work - I knew it wouldn't work - and yet I could not help but try, fighting the oppressive force in my mind that dominated my every movement. "Estinien..." My name from Aymeric's lips, the word as full of betrayal as his eyes. I couldn't look away. "Estinien...... Estinien!"

I lurched awake, Aymeric's fingers digging in tight to my shoulders and his worried face hovering over me in the dark. I squinted to see him better, searching those familiar lines for any sign of terror or despair, even as I struggled to control my heavy panting and the too-quick beat of my heart. I found nothing but love and concern, his eyes pinched with worry rather than pain, relief blossoming in their depths as he saw my panic recede.

Before he could react, I bundled him into my arms, pulling him tight against me and squeezing as hard as I dared. "Thank you," I breathed, and he relaxed against me, surprised stiffness fading as understanding settled in.

"Of course, my love. Always."

I held him tight until my heart calmed and even the lingering unease began to lift, and when I released him, he stayed close, nestled into my chest and gripping me tightly. How lucky I was, to have someone like him to rouse me from my nightmares. Someone to hold me through the fear, and who understood what I needed. Someone who cared.

And how lucky I was that it had been only that familiar nightmare, and that my mind had not conjured the worst terrors that yet stained my soul.

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heavensward really has all types of elves good boy, feral, and bishonen

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Sicard is constantly reminding Emmanellain to be better with his coin purses. And it's not like Emmanellain is actually getting pick pocketed on the regular by anyone other than Sicard. So Emmanellain starts wearing multiple "coin" purses. With little notes in them. Those in the easiest of places to nick from have taunts in them. Like "really this is the one you went for?" Or "I expected better" but others have, like, those relationship coupons. The redeem for one free kiss or pick date night or a massage. The trickier to get the better the reward. If he manages to Emm's *actual* coin purses it's considered a Freebie for whatever Sicard wants to try.

However if Emmanellain catches Sicard in the act of pick pocketing him he gets the reward instead

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fandom sucks now I never see PSAs for writers about what can and cannot be used as lube

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Baizhu my beloved 💚

Art my lovely friend Sorren, who specifically asked that I not link to his socials because he usually does a decidedly different kind of art 😅

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A Day Well Spent

Fandom: Genshin Impact Rating: E Pairing: Zhongzhu Word Count: 2.2k Tags: Established Relationship, Lazy Afternoons, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Referenced Biting/Marking, Bottom Baizhu, Top Zhongli, POV Third Person

Summary: There is hardly a better way to spend a lazy afternoon than in your lover's arms, touching and teasing to your heart's content. The pleasure drawn from these moments is what makes us human - even if you're a little bit more than that.

In which Baizhu indulges himself with a lazy blowjob lavished upon his lover.

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Soft green hair spilled over the pale flesh of Zhongli’s leg, the winding braid as serpentine as the snowy-scaled companion who usually girded his lover’s neck as Baizhu gazed up the length of Zhongli’s body. Dappled afternoon sunlight filtered in through the shrouded window to cast an aureate halo about him, a brilliant rainbow glimmering over the bare flesh of Baizhu’s back from the prism on the sill, fading into oblivion across the tops of his buttocks like a portent of good fortune. The soft smile that curved his lips spread up to his eyes, slitted pupils narrowed against the light and his glasses knocked askew by where he pillowed his cheek on Zhongli’s thigh, the muscle curving graciously around the sharp point of Baizhu’s chin. His smile widened as Zhongli cast his fingers through the soft sweep of Baizhu’s bangs, a slip of fang peeking through the thin arch of his kiss-reddened lips. His breath was as soft against Zhongli’s skin as his vernal locks, the idle musings of his fingers stirring a lazy interest from Zhongli’s body. Even the warmth of the sun on Zhongli’s skin couldn't rival the warmth of those amber eyes on him, the edges creased and crinkled with his smile.

"Celestia but you are beautiful," Zhongli murmured, brushing through Baizhu’s hair again. Baizhu leaned into the touch, his eyes drifting closed like a contented cat in a sunbeam. Or perhaps more appropriately, like a sated snake on a hot rock. "I could watch you forever."

"That's hardly an idle threat from you," Baizhu observed, and Zhongli chuckled, scratching gently at his scalp. "Mm, I'd let you, though," Baizhu added, turning his head to press a kiss into Zhongli’s inner thigh.

His meandering fingers strayed from the safety of Zhongli’s pelvis to trace instead along the root of his manhood, slender fingers coaxing it to attention with a lackadaisical touch. It was a pleasant sort of caress, meant less to arouse than for the simple pleasure of touching, velvety skin rolled across graceful calligrapher's palms. A low warmth pooled in Zhongli’s belly as Baizhu drew his fingers up his length, but he ignored it, working to smother the stiffening of his member so his lover could play to his heart's content.

Baizhu smiled at him, the affection in his gaze making Zhongli’s ancient heart flutter. "You don't have to stifle yourself for me. I enjoy touching you just as much when you're hard as when you're soft. Moreso, perhaps, because then I can do this." He shifted against him, and then his mouth closed over the head of Zhongli’s manhood, his serpentine tongue curling around the crown as he skillfully avoided grazing his flesh with his fangs. Zhongli groaned, his half-hard length filling out within the wet heat of Baizhu’s mouth despite himself. Mirth twinkled in Baizhu’s amber eyes as he gazed up Zhongli’s body, delighted to have pulled such a reaction from him so easily, and he sank further against him, his tongue digging into the thick vein along the underside of his shaft. The muscles in Zhongli’s legs twitched beneath the weight of Baizhu’s body pinning them as he sucked expertly at him, spilling hot pleasure through his core.

"You don't have to-" Zhongli started, the words falling away as he felt the head of his cock brush the back of Baizhu’s mouth and then sink deeper, the tight squeeze of his throat around him drawing a strangled groan from him. Pale fingers splayed against Zhongli’s groin, framing the dark swell of his shaft where it vanished between those soft pink lips, Baizhu’s mouth stretched wide around it. His glasses slipped further down his nose, the delicate chain on them cold as it grazed Zhongli’s skin, but he didn't bother to adjust them, holding Zhongli’s gaze over the lenses as he swallowed him down.

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I know everyone's super excited about Kaveh, but I have waited so long for my pretty green snake man. May the gacha gods bless everyone who's pulling today! 💚

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seems i forgot to post this haurchestimeric art

aymeric deserves all the kisses

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Elidibus is probably one of my favorite characters of all time 🥺

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No particular reason why he's asking

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this is extremely late for xiao's bday but happy bday to my beloved dps main since 2021 <3

this is also a redraw of this (sort of) (the only similarity is the pose)

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ahhh slkdjfs drew this bc of this bunny video

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Much as it comes up too often in my playlist and that I'm really dreading playing it through 3000 times for the lives, I actually really like Wonderful Octave as a song

Mostly because it's fun and poppy and I'm easily swayed by an upbeat tempo. But also because it's the first track that's really helped me understand how important it is to tailor a song to a singers vocals. I love the low, croony sound of Gaku and Ryu and Yuki, but that same quality makes it pretty clear that Wonderful Octave was not tuned for their styles. Their voices sound a little awkward there, compared to characters like Mitsuki and Momo who really shine in those sorts of bouncy, energetic songs

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Fluffvember Day 14 : Love Language - Aymeric

The words were hard for Estinien. I knew that and most days, it didn't bother me. I knew how he felt about me, and that was enough. And even if he couldn't bring himself to say it, his love shone through in his actions. A bowl of soup left for me after a long day at work, strong fingers kneading into sore muscles, my sword honed and my armor oiled for me - a thousand acts that were every bit as revealing of his affections as those three little words could ever be.

But me, I needed to say it. From the moment I knew it, it was all I could do not to shout it from the rooftops and tell anyone who would listen. Indeed, the words had come almost before the realization, slipping free in an unguarded moment, and only after they were said did I realize how much I meant them. I love you. I love you. I love you. A constant refrain through my mind whenever he was nearby.

But I saw the way that his eyes tightened when they slipped from my tongue, when he heard in my voice how earnestly I meant it, and so I tried to bite back the words, to deny the urge its outlet, until it spilled out in other ways. I'm so lucky to have you. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I am yours. He did not seem to flinch from those as he did from the word love, and so I contented myself with this manner of saying-without-saying, and that was enough. It had to be enough. (Some nights, it wasn't enough.)

And yet the gentle caress of his hand through my hair chased all my doubts away. The brush of his lips against mine, the curl of his arm over my waist, his head rested against my shoulder - every touch was a reassurance, a language we both spoke, that conveyed our intent even if neither of us would speak it. I had not noticed until recently how much Estinien seemed to crave physical contact. His body never seemed to stray far from my own when we were alone together: his foot brushing against my leg beneath the dinner table, his arm grazing against my own as we sat side by side, his fingers inching towards mine as we walked before he noticed and snatched them away. He seemed starved for that nearness, for a touch that was not just sexual but platonic, comforting - loving - and he seemed to draw strength from that nearness, that intimacy. Slowly, ever so slowly, I watched as he stopped trying to deny that of himself, like an admission that he would not yet make. Together, we came to an understanding, and the words were unnecessary (even if I still longed to hear them). But Estinien had always known how to make his body speak for him when words failed him, and through his touch and his patient caress, he showed me night after night the depths of his love until I sang with it, so full and satisfied I could hardly ask for more.

A gentle sigh slipped from him as he shifted in my lap, his face more peaceful in sleep than it could ever be in the light of day, and as I stroked my fingers through his hair, he settled more comfortably against me, nestling as near as he could manage without melding straight into me. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at my lips as I watched him, snowy hair flowing like silk between my fingers and a sense of contentment suffusing my breast. Maybe he couldn't say it, but if this wasn't love, I didn't know what was.

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The Knight and The Dragon

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Neuvillette’s smile will blind me to oblivion

OK one last post rq because I forgot to say I love this guy too

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One thing that really gets me about Urianger comforting Minfilia in Amh Araeng is that when she says Thancred hates her, Urianger never actually says, no, he doesn't. He says instead, none of this is your fault, and the original Minfilia wouldn't hold anything against you, and in typical Urianger form he says some things about fate and faith, and his words are kind and beautiful--but he also completely sidesteps the question of how Thancred feels about her.

And I think this moment is very reflective of Urianger's relationship to Thancred and child!Minfilia as a whole. It reflects what we see when we first see all of them together in Il Mheg.

Urianger knows that the way Thancred behaves toward the girl is hurting her. He's spent enough time around the two of them to see that plainly. Theoretically, he could say something to Thancred about it; they're obviously close friends, and if Thancred was going to value anyone's opinion, it would be his. But he doesn't say anything, because he still feels guilty and responsible for all of it: about their Minfilia going to the First and what happened to her there, and thus for what both Thancred and child!Minfilia are going through now. Even though Thancred has never outright blamed him for it (however he may feel privately, which I think is hard to say), it seems like Urianger still feels like he has no right to say anything.

So he tries to compensate instead. He's kind to Minfilia, connects with her in his own way and gives her books, and by the time we see them together he's obviously become something of a familial figure to her. I would say that he and Thancred aren't so much raising her together as they're doing it... around one another. Thancred is gruff and cold and holds Minfilia at arm's length emotionally so that his protectiveness comes off harshly even when it's well-meant, and Urianger dotes on her and tries to make up for it all while avoiding the actual problem.

So that conversation in Amh Araeng is both touching and maddening to me, and it really drives home what's maddening about it when, upon overhearing it, the Warrior of Light turns to Thancred to ask him if he has anything to say to Minfilia--who has just said, out loud, that she thinks Thancred wishes she was dead--and Thancred just says, "Not today."

And so they both go on avoiding the actual problem, for just a little longer.