#constellation nail art

[pokituu]

Sun!

[thunderous-aesthetics]

I thank the good times and the bad times for bringing me here and leading me to you.

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[phoethegreat]

Witchy fingers ✨🖤

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[unprettybutwellpolished]

CONSTELLATIONS ~

I'm not that fond of this nail art, why didn't I draw all of this thinner lol ? And I think that a good constellation/galaxy nail art require a lot of glitter to be a success.

Polishes I used :

Essie : Can't Stop Her In Copper

Black Polish

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[illjustpretend]

Love having little details or trademarks in my drawings

I be like Reynolds Woodcock sewing secrets into the canvas of a garment 💅

[quartzstims]

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[missglaskin]

Yan!HOTD CHARACTERS MEETING THEIR SOULMATES 

All thanks to @the-mechanical-angel for the idea & credit for prompts to @r-evolve-art

Viserys Targaryen + Meeting soulmate in dream every night

He was always looking forward to his dreams, looking forward to you. Initially, he believed it might have been one of his visions, one that somewhat always involved you. But he came to understand there were more than just visions.

Whether you two were lying in a flower field or strolling along the beach, Viserys loved the conversations and times he shared with you. The moment he opened his eyes in the mornings caused his desire for you to swell with each passing day. In the dreams, he begged you to tell him where you are, willing to sail to the end of the world just to see you. 

The intensity increased when he assumed the throne and realized that you were the only person with whom he felt at peace. The king was allegedly never to be awakened from his sleep by the servants. When there came a day, he looked up across the court and saw you. The lord and ladies all stare in surprise as the king leaves his throne to approach you, cradling your face in his hands, becoming teary-eyed.

Rhaenyra Targaryen + Sharing the same injuries as your soulmate

Your father brought you along to the coronation ceremony of King Viserys where named his daughter Rhaenyra as his heir. Your father decided to spend a few days at King’s landing, leaving you free to explore the castle. It’s there you could truly meet the princess and befriended her. 

During your many walks together, you trip scraping your knees only to hear the princess wince in pain as she lifts her dress, revealing a scrape on her knee. Could it be. It was expected that your soulmate would be a man.

The princess and you exchange a look before she presses her nail into her knee, making you flinch. This all confirms it. You weren’t sure how she would respond, but you weren’t certainly expecting her to reach for your hand, a smile showing on her eager face. Rhaenyra told your father that you’ll be staying at King’s Landing with her from now on. Her father agrees, happy that his daughter made a new ‘friend’.

Daemon Targaryen + Sharing your soulmate’s emotions 

You came to the conclusion your soulmate must be quite a violent person, often feeling their strong emotions-their bloodlust and rage, which left you feeling all the more frustrated. Daemon could feel your frustrations and it left him amused. With you, there was much more happiness in the air. Giving him a taste of what inner peace might be like.

Sitting among your family during the tourney. You felt it. The adrenaline, the unbridled excitement of your soulmate. But this time, the feelings were much stronger that it almost made you feel queasy. It's when the rogue prince comes riding on his horse wearing his black armor, do you make eye contact. 

And at that moment, you're sure he knows it's you. Sinking back further into your seat as the rogue prince gives you a smirk. Feeling your chest tighten as his horse got closer to you. His lance is right in front of you and he asks for your favor. And you do it all while he can sense your giddiness. Returning to your seat, you are well aware this isn't the last you'll see of Daemon.

Corlys Velaryon + Soulmate has a constellation that points to where they’re 

During his nine sea voyages, Corlys was said to return with countless treasures. Silk, jade, spice, ships, gold and so much more. But upon his return from Essos, he was said to have returned with what he told to be far more valuable than any of his treasure. When he returned, he had a princess by his side—who now is his wife.

Corlys knew what he wanted. And he set out to pursue it. He observed the constellations in the night sky and learned that the brightest one pointed in the direction of where he needed to be. Upon his arrival to your kingdom, the sea snake requested your hand in marriage. 

Once he had seen you. It had to be you. Corlys was certain. The sudden beat in his heart. An unseen string tugging him in your direction. And there, he gave you the most extravagant gifts with a ship big enough to carry half of a village, and a dress so plush that it felt sheer. And how could your father refuse upon seeing such devotion.

Rhaenys Targaryen + Touching your soulmate allows you to see glimpses of their future 

Soulmates. Seemed like a ridiculous notion to Rhaenys. But perhaps that notion was needed. In this world soulmates rarely cross each other's paths. And if they did, it was not as happily as all those tales portrayed over and over again. But what were the chances she’d meet you on this particular day.

After arriving at King's Landing, you spent some time getting to formally know Rhaenys. Many times, having her over for tea. But once, your hands unintentionally brushed against hers. Rhaenys catches a fleeting glimpse. Her hair blown by the wind. Sensing the touch of another. The aroma of salt and seaweed. When the haze clears, a face so eerily similar is seen. 

A cup breaking on the ground rouses her senses. A look of worry on your face. You can't help but ask if she's disappointed. Her expression, however, tells you otherwise.

Laena Velaryon + Sharing the same heart beat 

At driftmark, you attended the wedding of Laenor and Rhaenyra. The entire ride, your heartbeat has been slightly racing. It continues to bother you, yet you ignore it. As the door opens, it starts pounding rapidly and intensely, almost flopping in your chest.

 As you look at Lady Laena, you feel faint and short of breath. It seems she is also struggling, but her expression remains calm that perhaps you are only imagining things. All eyes are on her when she asks you for a dance. When your hand finally touches her, you feel as though you can breathe again. With each passing second, your body becomes more relaxed and at ease. 

As the two of you danced, you tried to hide your awe in the face of her breathtaking beauty. When the dancing comes to a close, she whispers in your ear how she would love for you to spend a few days at Driftmark. There was no way you could refuse.

Otto Hightower + Meeting your soulmate after the worst event in your life 

As any with common sense, Otto believed the concept of soulmates was utter nonsense. Believed duty to far more proceeds one’s desires and whims. And taking a wife who wasn't his soulmate-whom he loved deeply further solidified his convictions.

But all good things come to an end. Now left with the news of his wife's death. Days after, he still carried out his daily duties. That's when he finally took notice of you; a friend of Rhaenyra and Alicent. As soon you walk away, Otto notices his eyes start to follow.

Moments are spent where he'd ask you of your house or day, and soon the subject shifted to more personal manners. Right then and there, Otto understood his feelings, his gravitation towards you. You must not have known. Envisioning someone much more spirited and youthful. Surprise trickled through you when Otto announces his impending marriage and at the sight of Alicent's expression of betrayal.

Alicent Hightower + Soulmate marks are only visible after touching

In her younger years, Alicent found some solace in the prospect of soulmates, but that all changed when she was made to wed the king. Beginning to scoff at the notion, dismissing it as nothing more than a frivolous dream of little girls.

As she awakens in the morning, a new handmaiden greets her. The queen moves to stand as the handmaiden hastily dresses her. There, she felt fingers graze her skin. An intense stinging pain ran over her body, giving her skin a burning sensation. Holding her wrist. She sees it now. The mark.

A gasp is heard. The handmaiden grasping her own wrist. The implications cause the handmaiden's eyes to enlarge and her mouth to hang open. As they lock eyes, a knife-cutting silence permeates the chambers.

Aegon II Targaryen + A timer for when soulmates shall first meet

As far as Aegon is concerned, he couldn't care less whether he discovered a supposed soulmate—if they even existed in the first place. Looking at his wrist, the timer indicates a decade or possibly longer. And as he grew older, he became more detached to the prospect. Maybe not even his soulmate would have loved the man he came to be. 

A day at the feast, however, Aegon's vacant eyes drifted to his wine cup. Where he saw it. His wrist. His head tilted downward, eyes narrowing when seeing the timer rapidly decrease. Has it been that long since he last looked. His wife speaks, but it is all muddled to him. Eyes glued to his wrist, watching it still go down.

He hears more wine being poured into his cup. And then it happens. 0-Inked on his wrist. Finally, Aegon lifts his head at the servant who had stopped pouring his wine, and the prince is met with a horrified look in return.

Helaena Targaryen + Voices in Your Head is your soulmate’s 

As with her prophecies, Helaena's claims that she had a voice in her head were ignored. Servants have also claimed the princess is often seen smiling or humming to herself. 

With Helaena as your soulmate, you come to find her mind constantly wanders, whether it be the ramblings of the many bugs she found or the cryptic messages. Although initially overstimulating, you've adapted to it. And she didn’t seem to mind when you did the same. Your voice is soothing. Was her response when you'd apologize for your mental babbling. 

As long as she could still hear your voice in her head, the princess wasn't too concerned about finding you. But all of that changed when first saw you at her court. Her face softened, and her family had never seen her so delighted. And now, you spend most of your time in her chambers when her husband is away. 

Aemond Targaryen + One eye is your natural color, the other is your soulmate’s 

It was said the day the prince opened his eyes for the first time, only one violet eye was visible. Clearly seen in the other was his soulmate's eye. His eye will return to its natural color once he meets his soulmate, the master assured his mother. In this world, soulmates hardly ever cross paths. Still, young Aemond caught himself daydreaming about finding you-his other half.

Tragedy struck on the day Aemond claimed Vhagar. Gazing into the mirror with only a violet eye staring back at him. Throughout those years, he was persuaded that he no longer yearned for the dreams he once had. But that day when he first saw you. 

There was a momentary expression of surprise. Recognizing the eye he once possessed, the other mirroring his only to return to its natural color. A puzzled look was cast at the one-eyed prince, making him realize you’re oblivious to what had just happened.

Criston Cole + Reflections in the mirrors are the appearances of your soulmate

As a young boy, Criston had placed a mirror that faced his bed, hoping to catch glimpses of you. You had to be the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on-his love, his soulmate, his other half. But his chest tightened when he took in your surroundings and the dress you wore. It told him you were much of a higher status-a lady. But the young idealistic Criston still believed the two of you were meant to be. Destined to be like the knights and their pretty ladies in all the tales he had heard.

Even as he matured into a man, Criston always carried a reflection with him at all times. In his pocket, a mirror was safely tucked away. He pulled it out to look at it, and there, in the palm of his hands, was his soulmate—the center of his universe.

So what a coincidence that he was competing in the tournament where your family must be. There, a knight approaches you with a house sigil you've never seen before; asking for your favor. He was quite handsome, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of giddiness as you gave him a timid smile. When Criston emerged victorious, he requested one final favor. To be your sword shield. And you agreed, unaware of the consequences that would follow.

Harwin Strong + Touching your soulmate causes you to relieve each other’s entire lives 

At Harrenhal for the visit, you came with your father. Keeping pace with him as they lead you on a tour throughout the castle. There, you first encountered Harwin and Larys Strong, Lyonel Strong's sons. When it was your turn to greet Larys, you greeted him, and when it was Harwin's turn, he took your hand and gave it a courteous kiss.

Then it took place. All sorts of scenes pop in front of your eyes, one of a baby being born, crawling, taking their first steps, and speaking. Watching him grow into a boy, learning to hunt and wield a sword. Everything comes to a close with you facing the man whose entire life you just saw. For everyone else, it lasted only a few seconds, but for you two, it lasted a lifetime.

With his hand still in yours, Harwin now gazes into your eyes. A gaze of longing. When your father asks what's the matter, you pull your hand away from his, reassuring him that it's nothing. Lionel gives you a knowing look. His son certainly won't allow you to leave after this.

Jacaerys Velaryon + Soulmate’s name on each other’s wrist 

On his wrists, read your name. The prospect excited Jace. The idea of unwavering love, being one's other half. He'd study with the Septon intending to learn of other houses, asking them of their daughters. Perhaps he'd find you among them. Only to be left disappointed when your name was never mentioned.

Still, he remains hopeful. He knew his time was limited and that by now he must be betrothed. It's when his arrival at King's landing, did he hear something that perks up his ear as he walks across the hallways. Your name being uttered. Spoken by one of the servants. The said servants are taken aback when Jace approaches them like a madman, asking of the name. One of the servants steps forward. It's you. 

The other servants are to leave, leaving just you and him. Reaching for your hand, he sees a cloth wrapped around your wrist. Removing it, he exhales heavily upon discovering his name inked on your skin. It's you. At last, he found you. 

Cregan Stark + See color for the first time when you meet

The wolf of the north never bothered himself with the idea of seeking out a soul mate. More important than love or desire were one's duties. He has long since come to terms with the fact that the world he lived in will always be a shade of gray. When the princess and her brother, Jacaerys Velaryon, arrived on a dragon back.

Cregan’s protracted silence was recognized by everyone in the room. Wide eyes are fixed on the princess and she shares his expression. Colors suddenly flood into their world, and the two are suddenly overcome by the sensations that flooded their minds.

As she and her brother explain their arrival to the situation, the princess's voice is shaking as she still hasn't fully recovered from her recent overstimulation. There’s also a slight waver in Cregan’s voice as he speaks. As he pledged to fight for them, the princess swears she saw his eyes soften for a brief moment.

[celestialwhoree]

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧 𝐆𝐨 - 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

I'm so so sorry this took so long to get out! It's here now!

as usual, slight nsfw 💕 mdni please

Your dinner date comes in the form of a candlelit booth in the darkest corner of one of the nicest restaurants in town. Even in all your giddy, feet swinging, cheek hurting beaming, you can't miss the way Nikto's hands shake as he withdraws a pair of thick framed glasses from the inner pocket of his jacket before turning away from you to remove the black material of his mask.

"I'm not going to judge you." The sound of your soft admission has his shoulders bunching with a deep breath to slow the thundering of his heart. "I do not wish to frighten you." He murmurs lowly, sliding his glasses over his nose before turning back in his seat to face you.

There's a split second where you just stare, clenching your teeth until they creak in protest as you attempt not to gape over at him. You want to reach out and touch him - to run your fingers over the dipping craters and lines of raised, pale skin, to trace over the constellations of suffering etched into the face of the man sitting so self consciously before you. You don't, but god you want to. Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. You've never felt so safe.

Instead of saying anything, you simply reach for his hand across the clean white tablecloth, an encouraging squeeze given before you return to peering at the menu you've set out before you. "I've never had lobster bisque before." You hum, absently chewing at the pink paint of your nails, realising how very out of your depths you are when most of the items on the menu don't spark any sort of recognition in the depths of your mind. What the fuck is a fregotto?

"Do you like shellfish?" Nikto clearly sees your suffering, your wide eyed gaze as you stare down at the menu, and manages to pull himself from his thoughts in order to rescue you from your own. "I guess." You shrug, chewing on your glossy bottom lip nervously.

You've always subconsciously known that the man next door has money - not that he's the ostentatious type - but the neighbourhood is expensive, and the car in his garage, from what you can tell at least, is new and shiny. The watch around his wrist, though functional at first glance, is clearly expensive too. The only reason you live next door is because you'd inherited your little house from some aunt you'd barely remembered. You're not exactly struggling, but you don't fit in all too well either.

"The wagyu here is excellent." He continues, noticing the way you bounce your leg and fiddle with your pretty little hoop earrings, eyes darting across the off-white card of the menu pages. Your attempt at nonchalance is obvious as you rest your cheek in the crook of your palm, looking over at your date. "I can order for you, if you would like." Nikto shoots you a look he hopes comes off as considerate, practically praying that his actions are helpful, as opposed to controlling. He's never been too god with women. "Yes. Please." You sigh, the weight on your shoulders suddenly disappearing as your eyes flit to the drinks menu, relief evident when you gaze down to the 'house' cocktail menu, immediately settling on the fruitiest thing there.

After the waitress has come and taken the order of the odd pair in the corner, you and Nikto sit in a strangely comforting - albeit awkward - silence. "You look beautiful tonight." His voice is the first to carry through the quiet, drawing you back to him as your eyes glaze over, coming out in a way he's seen you do countless times before. "Thank you." The candlelight does little to hide the way you blush under his obvious, piercing admiration of you.

In your panicked browsing of the menu, you'd not even noticed the lack of pricing. The last time you'd been somewhere as fancy as this had been to celebrate your graduation, where you and your family had shared appetisers and some artistically crafted dessert, before promptly heading to the nearest gas station to stock up on chips and sodas which you'd sat eating in front of the TV. What Nikto knows, and you don't, is that places like this tend to provide the priced menus to the men, and he'd ordered you just about the most expensive thing on there. To him, you're nothing short of a princess, and it's only right that he should treat you as such.

He knows he's made the right decision when you take the first bite of your meal, which leaves your lashes fluttering and your eyes rolling back with a hum of appreciation. He hopes that one day maybe he'll see the same sight under him as he fucks you. "You like it?" He inquires, not even bothering to hide his obvious admiration for you and your animated reactions. "I don't even know what it is. But it's delicious." You breathe, taking another bite, savouring the way every flavour melts on your palate.

Dessert comes and goes, and you feel so blissfully full and happy by the time the waitress comes with a small leather folio, containing the bill. "Oh!" You chirp, rooting around in your inconveniently tiny purse to try and find your card. "Sorry, two seconds." Again, you're blushing with obvious embarrassment as you empty tubes of lipgloss and bubble gum packets out onto the table, your card nowhere to be found. "We are not splitting the bill." Nikto states firmly, removing a card from his wallet, before handing the folio back to the waitress, who promptly disappears to scan his card. "But-" "No. I invited you for dinner. I do not expect you to pay."

Nikto even walks you home, stands there on your porch as you fumble with your purse again, trying to find your keys. "Would you - uh - would you like to come in?" The hope in your eyes makes his gut wrench, but he holds firm. "Maybe another time."

You feel like a fool, some kind of a slut inviting him upstairs after the first date. He probably thinks you're some overzealous little girl as you stand there gawking. The kiss he gives you, tilting your chin up to capture your lips with his, soon fixes this perception. You melt into him just as he pulls away, using his thumb to wipe away some errant gloss on your chin. "When I fuck you, princess, I will do it properly. Yes?" You nod, utterly gormless at his words, at his reciprocation of your feelings made clear. "Goodnight, princess. Sleep well."

You don't sleep well that night. Not in the slightest. You toss and turn under the white silk of your sheets, pyjamas tossed to the floor as you desperately fuck your fingers to the thought of him. He does the same.

Finally here !!! I'm sorry for the wait!!!! I hope you enjoyed !!! Mwah!!!!!!!! Also, tell me you like my new badge🤭

[prince-kallisto]

Crowley Levan is Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband”…wouldn’t it be cool if the one who married into the Draconia family had a crown/headpiece that resembled horns, worn for ceremonies, public appearances and the like?!

We haven’t seen Levan yet but I know in my heart he’s just a silly little guy as long as you ignore The Killings 💞

I talk more about concept art and costume details below the cut!

Levan’s headpiece is designed to have more of a live-action Maleficent feel, where she wrapped her horns in…fabric? Snakeskin? Whatever it was, it looked really shiny, oily, and really cool, so I tried to depict that texture to show how his horns are fake.

And sort of elaborating on the Draconia crown idea, perhaps each crown from every ruler who married into the family has its own unique shape? Levan’s halo-like shape is unique to him, so ones before him perhaps had more “traditional” dragon-like horns, and others had twisting ones like a sheep, etc etc. Since I’m OBSESSED with TWSTs religious symbolism- the Dawn Knight popped off with that winged helmet- I also wanted a halo shape to make Levan look slightly angelic.

The beads on his horns were slightly inspired by the mianguan, a formal headdress worn in ancient China. He also wears nail guards covered in shiny jewels… Let him be extra ✨

Levan having wings over his eyes like the Dawn Knight would be a fun parallel, and as a reference to him being Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband.” Like I mentioned in the comic, he covers his eyes and disguises his body under bulky clothing to be publicly dramatic af 😭 he takes his title way too seriously haha. The idea is that when he isn’t around Meleanor, he sheds his mask so he can report what he sees to Meleanor. But when he is with her, he “blinds” himself as a demonstration of trust. I’m sure he can actually detect his surroundings very well despite the mask- he just likes to play around and act dumb to make Lilia and Meleanor laugh haha. I haven’t thought much about the clothes under his cape, but I imagine it’s very like Malleus’ masquerade outfit. Something very streamlined and agile in case he has to enter a sudden battle or fly into the air.

And with my concept art, he was meant to have the shoulder feathers like Crowley and Malleus! They were like pauldrons covered in feathers. But when I was working on the final piece, I spontaneously changed it to fit the sketch for something more flowing and bulky haha. In my head, this bigger cape has a more “General” vibe to it? Something that draws your attention when Levan walks into a war room! Speaking of, I really love the fantasy-vibe of the costumes in Book 7- I feel like I can really go all out with Levan’s costume if the Dawn Knight is allowed to have a helmet like that!

This was super last minute in the painting process, but I’d like the inside of his cape to have constellations and stars all over it! I tried to draw the Corvus, Crater, and Hydra on the visible parts of his cape.

I prefer painting with ink far better than acrylic or even watercolor…so doing this in mostly black and white inspired me to give Levan porcelain-like skin, shading his skin almost like he was a doll and not a person. I think about how Diablo in Sleeping Beauty was turned into stone, so it’s meant to be a bit like marble too

I imagine Levan to have long, wispy hair that resembles briars and a bit like live action Aurora from Maleficent. Its very striking how he’s repeatedly described as “beautiful,” and although short hair is very beautiful in its own right, something about his mysteriousness and beauty gives me Aurora vibes specifically. Speaking of, Book 7 seems to be more obvious with combining elements from the original Sleeping Beauty and the live action Maleficent. Perhaps Silver could be the OG Aurora, but I can still give Levan live-action Aurora’s pretty hair haha.

When he wears his headdress and cape, he has his hair pinned up in the back. I’d like to draw my interpretation of Levan more in the future so you can see how his hair would look when it’s all down or in a ponytail. Perhaps Raven-Fae do more elaborate hairstyles that incorporates jewels/shiny things into their hair? Also, this inspiration is VERY specific haha, but if you ever read or watched Cardcaptor Sakura, Nadeshiko’s hair is very close to how I imagine his hair to be- very full and flowing! (Cardcaptor Sakura’s aesthetic snatched me up many years ago and has never let go since haha)

I don’t know, I just think it’s really cool yet ironic that Meleanor and Lilia talk about Levan as someone whose a crybaby, kind, beautiful, airheaded, but then Lilia casually drops that Levan is one of the top generals, an extremely skilled diplomat, and battled the DAWN KNIGHT and survived, when even Lilia hasn’t at that point. So I thought it would be fun if he had angelic themes in his outfit, while still making it clear that he’s dangerous.

Whoops this got pretty long! ∑(ﾟДﾟ) Haha, I think I like sharing my designs- not for the art it self but just to ramble about my entire thought process/inspiration/details! Although I try to get better at depicted all these ideas through the art itself, I can’t help but want to talk about it haha

[blood-orange-juice]

About Imunlaukr, the hero from the Blizzard Strayer artifact set again.

From the Sacrificial Greatsword description:

"In the eyes of the Imunlaukr clan, combat existed not for protection, for glory, or for gaining territory. Rather, it was for the amusement of the gods, high up in the heavens, for whom little else could serve to entertain."

It kiiind of fits the philosophy that Childe describes. And for some reason Imunlaukr's story is found in artifacts from the same domain as Parsifal's story (although one could argue that both are just relevant for Old Mondstadt and leave it at that. a clan founded by an outsider and someone who left their clan and became an outsider).

The description of Starsilver Claymore belonging to Imunlaukr suggests it was a philosophy born of despair, but then people lie about their motives, and legends embellish things, and the sword itself is found in the tomb with these murals:

The murals have been analyzed to pieces by now. Something something forbidden knowledge.

It's all connected somehow but I can't understand.

I still think that The Boar Princess tells the story of Imunlaukr and how he came to Sal Vindagnyr. I think he brought something that resulted in Celestia nailing the place. The story then has been erased from Irminsul and all that we have now is a pathetic fairytale book with some vague hints.

Also. Childe's shoulder ornament resembles the one angelic dude wears, Childe's scarf ornament resembles the alchemical symbol for antimony (associated with wolves and the penultimate step to purifying gold. idk, western esotericism is weird), the description of the Boar Princess wolf's mental state change sounds uncannily similar to Childe.

Also the squirrel from the tale. "Of all the beings in the ancient world, none were more evil than Woobakwa — not even demons and dragons." ("extremely evil technique" repeatedly encountered in CN names of Childe's skills and constellations), and Surtalogi being called "Extremely evil knight" (极恶骑) in Chinese.

You know, I think there are enough parallels to assume at least the same samsara if not the same martial art with the same teacher. I think Surtalogi or someone who taught him had a hand in whatever happened to Sal Vindagnyr.

(and also whatever technique Childe wields, it has a potential to get a place nailed)

Sal Vindagnyr destruction also predates Khaenri'ah and the Cataclysm by five hundred years, so either this guy was not initially Khaenri'ahn (and, by association, maybe neither was Gold), or we have to brace ourselves for levels of powerscaling previously unknown to science.

[queenofthequillandink]

I can't remember if you've described how the Everlasting Trio looks like aged up. Or if Dannys ghostform looks different, so official petition for a short list of descriptors? Like Height, Hair, general clothing etc. Maybe Ellie and Jazz as well ❤️

Sorry to bother you!

I have to go through what I wrote to make sure I don't contradict myself lol, but here we go:

Danny: 24, 5'6. He keeps his hair a little shorter than in the show, close on the sides and longer on top. He filled out a little and is a little broader in the shoulder, but he's still skinny and years of not getting enough food for his increased caloric needs left his growth more stunted than it would have been otherwise. He tends towards looser clothing, a habit from hiding how muscular he was in high school. Plus, he just likes to be comfy. When his death injury is acting up, he wears a wrist compression brace on his left arm. His canines (top and bottom) could properly be called fangs. He gets more sleep than he used to, but has pretty permanent dark circles.

Danny's ghost form is a little more ghostly than it used to be. His teeth are sharper, his ears are longer and pointed, and his skin has a green under tint to it. I am a big fan of the "constellation freckles" fanon, so I'm keeping it.

Sam: 24, 5'3. Sam keeps her hair a little longer than in the show, down past her shoulders, though she still likes the half up, half down style. She dresses punk/goth with a little more street fashion flair than you can get in a kids tv show.

Think this:

She still likes dramatic makeup choices, like black or purple lipstick and heavy eyeliner.

Her canines are a little sharper, but not noticably inhuman. She's taken to wearing brown contacts day to day and only going out with her purple eyes (which I've decided are natural because fight me) as Aconite.

Tucker: 24, 5'10. Tuck's hair is longer and dreaded. Up until this moment, they were relatively short but then I tried to find a reference photo and found this

-and fell in love instantly so he has long dreads that he wears like this. He is the master of comfy cozy. He wears a dress shirt and slacks to work, but as soon as he's home, he is in the biggest, comfiest sweater. This man owns so many cardigans. It's about the soft 🤌. He no longer wears the beret(?) thing from canon, but does love him a good beanie. He is never seen without tech of some kind. He teeth are sharp like Sam's.

I know in canon, Tucker's eyes are blue, but I always imagine them brown anyway. Whichever direction you go, the irises have gold threaded in them now (bleedover from being Pharaoh). I am very bad at picking new glasses for people, but I think he's switched to bigger frames. Maybe something like this:

Jay: 15, 5'4. You've already nailed Jay's look in your art, but his skin is a touch darker than Danny's. They both have freckles and similar hair, though Jay's has a curl. He prefers simple, comfortable outfits: pretty much all of his wardrobe is jeans, tshirts, and sweatshirts. His eyes are teal. He doesn't (yet?) have fangs in human form.

Jazz: 26, 6'3. Jazz keeps her hair long like in canon, down to her waist. She typically dresses in business casual or equally sharp outfits. Even in her personal life, she's very well dressed. I absolutely imagine her as the kind of person who doesn't even dress down for travel, hence her wearing business casual on a plane. She usually keeps the makeup pretty light unless she's looking to be intimidating, in which case she has a special tube of maroon lipstick that Sam gave her. She has small but visible fangs in human form.

Elle: 21, 5'5. Ellie is visibly muscular, lean in the way those Super Outdoors people are. She also dresses in sturdy outdoors clothes and solid hiking boots, good for travelling, though she has some fun outfits that are a mishmash of fashion from all over the world. She has several ear piercings. Preferentially, she has long hair as an undercut, though it sometimes grows out as she travels.

She's rarely without her backpack, in which she keeps all of her essentials. She has tons of interesting scar stories and I imagine more than one spur-of-the-moment tattoo. In fact, I've just decided that she has the silhouette of a bird flying into the sunrise on her right shoulder.

These are just guidelines, so feel free to make some decisions yourself!

[noritoshiikamo]

adepti energy [xiao x reader]

read part 1 here— so i have an brainrot of xiao as an adepti, able to share his energy for heal. i saw an art of ganyu healing injured xiao by sharing adepti energy and this shit lingers bro??

cw pregnant reader, talk of ab0rtion aka asshole xiao, sexual healing, penetrative sex, female receiving, mention of blood (and licking it)

maybe it was his mistake.

he warned you about this so much, every single hours spend, he reminded of the burden of his karma carried for years. but here he was, breathing the sweet, sweet scent of your hair, your head resting against his bare chest. you shivered, even with his arms tightening around your barely covered body, you refused to leave. after that night, he didn’t expect to ever cross path with you again. out of his own choice, he was avoiding you actively.

but you are smarter. perseverance kept you alive, yet it will kill you; if you don’t learn.

we are not meeting anymore

oh, now im just some girl you fucked and leave?

shut up

way to proof yourself, he thought, gently brushing strays off your face. how did we get here again, y/n? surely this isn’t the life you hoped for. you deserved better than someone who would only meet you once every few days just to fuck you on the cold, damp ground of some marsh. who would rather watch from far as you celebrate the lantern rite in the busiest night of liyue alone. the only keepsake he could gave was constellation of bruises and teeth marks along your body, while merchants lined up for your hand in marriage with the promise of the wealth the world could possibly gave. ignoring that in exchange of the whines and whimpers of pain he gave yet would ignore because this was your punishment.

you chose him, you bare the consequences.

yet, here you are. your moans were deafening and the way moonlight shone down on your skin as he drove you to your last breath were mesmerizing. he would argue and for some reason you would laugh. it drove him insane. for every ten bad shit crazy xiao gave to you, you turned it into a sweet core memory in his head. in his mind was only you.

your skin molded against his own. the way your heart seemed to match his rapid beating. sometimes when you kissed, you left a faint red stain against his lips, his cheeks, his neck down to— he bit the inside of his cheek, burying his nose deeper into your hair.

it was too late to say no.

what would morax said, if he knew that his general had left a girl blessed by the archon himself, alone yet full of his seed ready to blossom. by your words, his child was a size of sunsettia. he took the blame. he was blinded by selfishness and jealousy. you belong to him, yet wind carried whispers of the men who looked to steal of what belonged to the general. not once you fought; not when his fingers had mistaken your hair for the weed he was trying to grip, not when he berated you for mistaking that anyone could be better than him. it was never a love making, only fucks. you accepted that in the name of love. that was yours to blame.

you both made the mistakes, yet you are the one carrying it.

“you’ll get cold,” he warned as he helped you back into your clothes. he listened to how you whispered your discontent. you looked exhausted. his hands brushed the growing womb. it looked foreign, tight as if it was ready to burst. he let a long sigh. he muttered something about home, yet the reply is always the same.

you

you are my home

fucking cliche. the only time you ever fought was about the child. “get rid of it,” he said, not an ounce of hesitation. but you fought, you raised your voice, you threw your hands and feet. you are a home, but for the child, never xiao. he felt lost.

“i’ll rather die.”

his laughter broke the silent of the night, “the baby would kill you before you do.”

yet the determination in your eyes was the final nail to your coffin. never in years xiao knew what fear is, but that night he knew.

“so be it.”

home, he repeated again, insisting harder this time. you sat in exhaustion, lazy eyes watched as he dressed, wind breezing through his hair made you wondered if he will ever cut it shorter. he sat you up, brushing the dried grass of you, pulling clothes back in order. you swatted his hands away every time he got a little rough but accepted the hands to hoist you back on your feet. “my back’s getting worst,” you sighed softly, holding his hand for balance. you walked slowly, fingers intertwined. he couldn’t just teleport you away, not like how they were used too. “how are you feeling?” he asked, tightening the grip every time he felt you loosened. “i felt like i need a long hour of nap. m’so tired, can you just do that thingy?”

his brows shot up, “thingy?”

“yes, that–” you made a swoosh sound, imitating his teleportation. you watched as the corner of his lips moved into a smile. he stood his ground, shaking his head. “i don’t know if you can handle it.” you stopped, tugging weakly on his hand. it loosened the grip, he didn’t realise until he was few steps away. xiao studied you, glancing down on the hand that rested against your growing womb.

“me or the baby?”

he bit his tongue. there were so much things he wanted to say; but something should be left unspoken. karma would kill him and his baby would kill you. how romantic, the voice inside of him snide. you snorted, “if you worried so much about a baby, why didn’t it ever cross your mind that maybe i should pull out?” he frowned at your imitation, “you wanted to fill me up so badly and when you did, you chicken the fuck away from me. don’t you fucking run away from me.” you screamed as the general looked away, already taken a few steps away.

“what do you want me to do?”

“what?”

xiao turned around, his uninterested eyes bore cold gaze on you, “what do you want? do you want me to love the child?”

“yes, it’s your child too.”

“maybe in another life. maybe when it doesn’t kill you, maybe i would.”

your eyes widened. unbelievable, you wanted to say but the words laid heavy on your tongue. you wanted to burst, in tear and anger but exhaustion waved in. you let out a weak fine, before walking, brushing past him. “where the fuck-”

“home xiao,” it sounded cold, “i get it. we talked about this before and you wanted me to get rid of it. i said no, it like reading the same page of the same book over and over again. i’m tired.”

xiao raked his hair back blown by the wind, frustrated with your shift of emotion, “i meant to the inn, you can leave by dusk. it’s dangerous.”

you snapped, turning your heels around, “you don’t get to dictate shit to me. you said you don’t care, so act like it. you made your bed so lay in it. i’m nobody in your life, go wallow in your shitty karma’s a bitch bullshit, i’m tired,” you didn’t realise you were crying until you tasted the salty droplet against you lips. “i’m tired, xiao. goodbye.”

goodbye.

xiao was never good at goodbye, nor had he ever heard you said it to him. it was always see you later, i’ll be back tomorrow, but never goodbye. it seemed so permanent.

and it was. xiao didn’t see you the next day, nor the day after and the day after that. it had been a whole week. he had a visitor today however, his heart skipped a beat yet not in excitement but disappointment. “morax,” he muttered, bowing his head lightly in respect.

“busy?” the archon asked, eyes bored against the horizon, hands laced in the back. xiao refused to answer. “she’s not doing well,” the man continued, turning his head toward the general. he looked unfazed. xiao knew hows and whats, just never why he had always to choose such a stubborn girl to love.

“why would you-”he wanted to ask the archon, unsure of how could arrange his inquiry without ever doubting the archon’s decision. obedience was one of the reason that set him free and willingly followed the archon to war. “why would you do this? why would you blessed us–her with something so painful. if you are punishing me, do it to me. she’s innocent.”

“she tangled herself with a yaksha, she knew the risk. you knew the risk too so let me ask you, why would you do this, alatus? why would you blessed her with something so painful? something that you wouldn’t even accept.”

the general scoffed, “i never mingled with a human, how would i know that my human form could procreate? i’m old.”

morax smiled, “so would it stop you if you knew?”

the archon left, leaving the question heavy in the yaksha’s head. would he? he couldn’t think of any other woman in his life he was willing to have a child with other than you. yet why is he going through this excruciating fights and anger every time he sees your womb. he left soon after, the city was still bustling late at night. you never learn, he rolled his eyes as he pushed the sliding door open. regret washed over him as he cleared his throat. “i’m sorry-”

baizhu laughed, waving the yaksha off, “don’t worry. i’m just here for normal check up. did you know that the child is as big as lettuce. it is growing fast,” the doctor glanced at the mother as he put his tools aside. “are you sure the father is human?” xiao held his breath. you shrugged reaching for the glass of water, taking a long sip, ignoring the leering shadow in the corner of your eyes, “i don’t know. he doesn’t care much to tell me shit before he disappeared.”

the doctor nodded, taking a hint on your discontent, “keep taking the herbs in your tea, it should help with the nausea and the bleeding. spotting is normal, but reaching a week long is dangerous. let me know if the volume increase, you are home bound for now. i’ll sent qiqi to check on you tomorrow.” you didn’t move, sitting on the edge of the bed. baizhu excused himself closing the door behind him. you moved to get up, door needs to be locked but xiao was faster. the metal echoed as he twisted the knob.

“someone told me you weren’t doing okay.”

you let out a half laugh, cynical smile etched on your face. “the general knows mercy, who would’ve thought.”

“are you hurting yourself?” he asked bluntly, turning around. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, playing with the rim of the glass. you braced yourself for the next question and surely enough it did come. “are the baby hurting you?” your eyes locked in a stare, sitting in such uncomfortable silence yet none of you dare to speak nor move. both of you knew the answer anyway. you didn’t realise how close he’d gotten to you until his hand pushed your jaws up, pushing away strays from your face. your lips hung a jar as you called out his name so softly but he hushed you. “don’t do this,” he said sternly, pulling the gloves off his fingers. his skin were calloused, from years of wars brushing gently again your cheeks. “don’t you fucking dare do that again,” he repeated, shaking from anger, “don’t you dare tell me goodbye, you understand me human?”

“okay, general.”

“i want to kiss you,” he asked bluntly, a soft snort escaped your lips in amusement. “i didn’t realise you were capable of asking,” you humored yourself with the redness that were forming on the tip of his ears. his body shuddered as your hand rested on his stomach. it moved until you were tugging on collar. you brought the general down to his knees, until you were looking eyes to eyes. “i’m disgusting. i just spend hours puking and bleeding,” you muttered but xiao didn’t care. why pull him down, if you were going to give excuses. he wants your lips, molded against his just like the first time you ever kissed. you whined against his lips, but the hands pulling your waist closer to the edge of the bed made you silent.

it was a starter.

a kiss was surely and intimate way to share your adepti energy.

pulling away, his eyes stared down your face. your lips were wet, strings of mess and you felt numb. your eyes were glistening, fully blown out iris staring down at him before your gaze softened. “you weren’t just kissing me,” he couldn’t help the grin on his face as you sat startled by what had just happened. “how many had kiss you like that, general?”

he wiped his own lips with the back of his hand, grimacing at the amount of saliva had leaked, he was just never that sloppy. “i never sha-kiss anyone like that before. i’ve seen some of the yakshas did it. sharing adepti energy is personal. i figure, if its hurting you, and if the child is half you and me, adepti energy could help ease your burden.” his words echoed in your mind in a jumbled up emotions, you lost your words. he continued, his hands moving your legs aside, the dress hitching upward until you sat bare against his face. your legs twitched. “they usually kissed, sometimes they licked the source of the pain, the wounds. other time, they fucked.” his warm breath tickled your aching core.

we fucked.

you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat as he looked up to you, his own pupil blown up, a small smile on his face as his cheek rested against the inside of your thighs. “when we meet, all this time, were you?” your mind remembered how almost every time you met in the night, you will always end up tangled up in his arms, writhing in pleasure. his light nod confirmed everything. xiao wasn’t slimy, he cared for you from start.

“w-what are you gonna do?”

his smile grew, “you tell me.”

your face flushed harder. “i’m still mad at you, you don’t get to play flirty with me like that,” you hissed but he shut you up, planting a kiss inside your thighs. “okay, y/n. just let me heal you and you’ll tell me later if you forgive me okay?”

your breath hitched.

xiao went down on you like a man desperate for relief. his tongue covered every inch of you. your stomach twisted in pleasure. if it weren’t because of the hands pinning your thighs down, you would’ve crushed his head. “x-xiao,” you cried, fingers woven against his hair but the general wasn’t budging. his eyes looked up to you as he released your clit with a soft pop. “is that okay?” he asked so innocently. you nodded, gasping out yeses, “but it’s t’much, please.”

he teased the swollen nub again, speeding up his flicks watching excitedly as your legs trembled before slowing down. “you tasted sweet, you’re getting close. release would help,” he muttered nonchalantly, tongue flat from your hole up to your clit, “let me have a taste, y/n.” that wasn’t a plea. contrast to whatever he was saying earlier, that was an order. his order went up your spine, sending all your hairs up. his fingers found yours, lacing it tightly. your pressure could never break his, but seeing you in the brink of breaking is his pleasure. you couldn’t think straight, not after a week of not seeing him, your body suddenly craved the release.

“x-xiao.”

his spine shuddered. he could taste it on his tongue, your sweet, sweet arousal and like a desperate man he drank. you cries were weak, thank you, thank you, thank you, your gratitude echoed the room. he lapped your release until your grip loosened and thighs stopped trembling. you grabbed him by the waist, breathless from your release yet you want more of him. “xiao, fuck me,” you whined your order, sharing kisses, tasting yourself on the tip of his tongue. “please?”

please, it echoed in his head as he nodded, pulling his clothes off. please, it echoed in his head as he pulled you closer to the edge, almost hanging of the bed but he held you still. please, it echoed again as he spitted on his own shaft, never breaking the eye contact, he love how feral your eyes were, high in his energy and lust.

“please,” it came out of his lips instead of yours this time as he rubbed the tip gently against your throbbing hole, “please stop running away from me. i’ll take care of you,” he didn’t wait for your answer as he pushed himself in. you gasped for air, knuckles turned white as you gripped the comforter underneath you. he didn’t move, panting from the pleasure. you kissed again, longer, longing to be attached from every single inch of the skin. you were tight against him, hugging every inch of him, he didn’t dare to move. “undress me,” you asked between his kisses.

your request felt intimate to him. like the lock on the door finally turning. xiao never undressed you, not that you ever let him. pulling the dress off, he took a moment to rest his warm hand against the growing womb. “he doesn’t move a lot at night,” you blurted out, watching his face contorted in confusion.

“he?”

you shrugged, “or she, i don’t know. can you move?” you arched your back, wiggling your ass against him. he let a soft huff, focusing his attention back to you. he watched you intently, how your eyes glistened with tears as he pulled and sheathed back in. he quickly grabbed you by the arm, pulling it around him before you could slam your head back. fuck, he never felt you gushed this much around his girth, dripping down his thighs. not that he would complain, he loves the way your walls fluttered against his shaft. you whined as his tip hit deeper.

“xiao,” you called again, fingers lacing against his hair.

“i only want you,” he gritted his teeth between the thrust, forehead knitted in pleasure. you wrapped your legs around his waist, whining your okays as you rested your forehead against each other. but you were drowsy in pleasure and he needed you to hear it. he grabbed the back of your neck, forcing your eyes on him. “don’t say goodbyes, don’t run away from me, don’t let me hear for the archon himself that you are hurting, i’ll hunt you down and fuck your conscious back into your thick skull. i need you.”

your lips curled in a lopsided grin, “say it again.”

he flushed, “i need you.”

“no, i meant-“ you grinned wider, “tell me that you’re going to fuck the hell out of me.”

you liked how the yaksha was blushing furiously. you prodded more, whining, begging of how you wanna hear it. not that his hips ever stopped moving, pushing air every second out of your lung. you just want to hear him said it again. “you’re insane,” he whispered against your lips, “am i not fucking the hell out out of you now?” your eyes widened as you let a squealed, pushed back from his grasp on the soft bad.

xiao preferred actions over words anyway.

your eyes rolled back, heels dug on the bed now as he sped his rhythm. “fuck, fuck, yes, xiao,” there we go again, his name, rolling out of your tongue so smooth. he kept his busy hand, thumbing your swollen clit while the other kept you from slipping away. you wanted it right, for him to fuck the hell out of you. “don’t run away now,” he scoffed, tightening his grip on your thighs, “stay still, y/n.”

your whines were loud and clear to him. he wasn’t sure to how much adepti energy he had nor how much you would need, but it sure as hell felt damn good to stay in your cunt. his hips snapped faster. he could stay here forever if he could, head thrown back as he cursed the archon.

xiao looked majestic.

feral, yet appeasing to your eyes. you couldn’t help but felt his energy, he is a yaksha after all. he was meant to be violent, it was the way he was raised. you licked your lips, eyeing beads of sweat glistening down the column of his neck. your body shuddered when his head snapped back, his half lidded eyes fell on you. “you’re clenching hard and you are staring, does nobody ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?” he cooed, head tilted to his side. he was teasing you. when you didn’t answer, too fazed to even string your words, he slowed down, clicking his tongue to your horror.

he pulled away, yanking on your arms. you whined at the emptiness he left, as he put you on your knees, facing the wall. he held your shoulder firmly, another on your hips until you gave him enough space to join you in the bed, hips aligned for him to push himself back in. your body jolted in pleasure, strangled moans came out of your throat as he felt you up in a new position.

“i want to see you,” you pouted.

he hummed, planting kisses all over your back. “you stared too much, you’ll get hazy and dumb, can’t have it that way,” his hips thrusted forward to meet your hips halfway, resuming your ‘treatment’. he kept another hand occupied against your growing tits, rolling the hardened buds. he let a soft curse out of his lips, realising how it no longer fit in his whole palm. it fascinated him how your body were changing by days, his cock twitched, thinking of days he could be exploring your body onwards.

your calls snapped him off his thoughts. pulling you by the neck, he looked down on your face. you had bitten through the skin of your lips as you came, shuddering in pleasure as xiao continued to fuck you through your high. with every thrust he could see his girth cover in white, glistening in your fluid. pussy still squelching and gushing echoing the small space. “archon, what the fuck did you do?” he brushed the blood away, tinting your lips red.

“s’tired,” you mumbled and he leaned down, kissing your lips, lapping your tiny cuts until what’s left was nothing.

“i’m so close, you want me to fill you up full?” he asked firmly, nuzzling his nose against your hair, planting soft kisses against your flushed ears. you nodded, mouthing a weak okay. “you sure? we can stop,” he teased, slowing his hips again. “your pleasantries are annoying, can you just fuck me?” you startled yourself with the words, glancing backward only to see amused face of your lover.

xiao laughed.

his laughter echoed the room, sight you had never seen before. he didn’t say anything, kissing a spot lower down your neck, agreeing silently. his thrusts were sloppier now, he was chasing his high. with your wall tensing up, tightening along his sensitive girth providing him a challenge to thrust forward. his brows knitted in pleasure, you could hear and feel his ragged breaths against your skin.

you closed your eyes, echoing the same pleasure. it wasn’t long, xiao could feel his own body tensing up, knot tensing in his stomach threatening to snap. “you’re mine, understand?” he didn’t wait for you to answer, you vowed to be his the moment you decided to die for the child. he was cumming, shooting ropes of his seeds deep inside your cunt like he had done before. the familiarity was a comfort. he eased his thrusts until you both sat frozen in each other arms. he struggled to catch a breath, seeing stars with every blink of his eyes, resting his cheeks flat against your back.

you didn’t speak, staring at him hazy as he sat you down. he checked every inch of you, not a bruise, not a scratch left untouched. his theory worked. he didn’t wait until you were down from the high, cleaning and dressing you up until he was sure that the eyes were staring back into his were normal. his energy subsided, xiao felt more exhausted than he usually was.

you stared deep into his dilated eyes.

“can i help you?” you asked bluntly, brushing his cheeks. he shook his head, nudging to the bed, “help me by resting. you need to rest.”

“your ey-“

he hushed you, “i’ll be okay.”

you finally felt the exhaustion crashing in the moment your head rest on the soft pillow. you didn’t feel nauseous. your yawn echoed the room. “i’ll rest if you stay.” he pulled his shirt over, glancing over your figure. “i will but i need to leave for a moment.” you squinted your eyes in annoyance, rolling away as your eyes slowly shut. “you’ll need more than fucking to make me accept your apology if you are not back.” you felt it, a kiss on your shoulder and a kiss on your head before all it left was dead silence.

but he did, despite an arm away on the bed.

your xiao were on the bed when morning came.

just like he had promised

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[yaeggravate]

don't mind me, just trying to piece together whatever the fuck is going on with capitano/bloodstained knight/anfortas

capitano and bloodstained knight:

extremely righteous, honorable

both wear an iron mask (potential reference to sir ironside, the red knight) with a 4 pointed star thing, varka says capitano is as hard as iron

BK turned into the black knight, capitano wears black armor

capitano and anfortas:

capitano's constellation 3 nails is the same as anfortas's ( the fisher king's) tarot card 3 staves

3 nails reference to jesus crucifixion, arthurian anfortas has jesus symbolism in modern adaptations due to being stabbed with the holy lance in the same place as jesus when he was being crucified

arthurian anfortas weighed down by heart, there is art of him being stabbed through the heart with a lance to symbolize his suffering, capitano has a heart symbol on his chest weighed down with ropes

anfortas's (collatoral or direct) descendent kaeya was conveniently present when varka's letter about capitano was read. <- potential foreshadowing

capitano hides his identity and origins, like in the legend of the swan knights; anfortas is knight marshal of the swan knights (schwanenritter)

capitano is an ordinary mortal going against gods = khaenri'ah trade mark

capitano has dark blue eyes, every khaenri'ahn so far has blue eyes

capitano, bloodstained knight and anfortas

capitano = black knight, bloostained = red knight, anfortas = white (swan) knight <- black/red/white = reference to the magnum opus ??? which can be used to "describe a personal and spiritual transmutation in Hermeticism"

BK wanted to die in khaenri'ahn ruins, pledged himself to the abyss to avenge khaenri'ah, reborn (??) as black knight

anfortas and BK fates unknown

anfortas failed to save khaenri'ah, BK vowed to correct the injustice done to khaenri'ah after pledging himself to abyss

capitano has two caduceus symbols on his collar = symbol of aforementioned hermeticism. or psychopomp? between life and death??? two snakes entwined = two people in one body?

black knight is a reference to the black knight from arthurian legends, in some instances he is related to anfortas

ARGHHH

[heartnosekid]

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[kahidlaws]

shoutout to this weibo post for making me come back to this account and be horny again

listen, r1999 has got to be the most out there gacha games in terms of story and character art but they really hit the nail on the head with horropedia when it comes to catering to my tastes in men (nerd, brunette, loser)

cw: gn!reader, mutual masturbation, both are switch but reader is leaning top and horropedia is leaning sub, reader gets horny while listening to joshua mansplain horror movies thats literally the instigator, please use lube not spit when in real life sex

You tried to pay attention. You really did.

The horror movie that he picked up from the confines of his DVD collection was mid at best and absolute dog water at worst. With a 'horropedia' as your boyfriend, you gained a thing or two about criticizing horror movies. You two were barely 10 minutes into the movie when he began his usual spiel towards the cookie-cut introductory characters.

"Ah, despite the obvious modernized times, they're still following the same-old pattern movies back in the 70s did. How droll..."

"Eww what's with this crummy set?! Nightmare on Elm Street had better lighting than this!"

"Dear god, did you hear that?! This script is too cringey even for horror movie standards!"

... Is it possible to get horny just from hearing him complain?

God, even just watching his side profile as he talks is enough to set your heart pumping. You two were sat (well, he was sat) on his abhorrent yellow sofa chair, with you perched on his lap and legs haphazardly strewn across the armrest. No longer were you paying attention to the movie. Instead, your attention was honed in on his face; how the TV's glow made his warm brown eyes shine like stars, how it made a glare on his glasses that he kept pushing up (and it had no right being that hot), how it made his freckles stand out more that you want to kiss a path to form constellations.

Anything that he says after you blacked out is muddied. It was a sign that you had enough.

You leaned in closer to his neck, nosing against the expanse of freckled skin (yes he had freckles everywhere). The action didn't deter him from continuing his tirade and instead he curled his arm around your waist, hand patting your hip. While the gesture was sweet, it didn't help relieve the problem between your legs.

So you went through with your desire to kiss a path of constellations. Starting from the bottom area of his ear down to the crook of his neck. Each kiss left an incredibly cliche smack that you can't help but feel giddy about. It was there that you felt him react to your ministrations. His speech slowly died down as you felt his hand grip the meat of your hip.

You see his Adam's Apple bob up and down and you fought the urge to just bite it. He cleared his throat, the movie no longer at the forefront of his mind. "So this is that trope where the significant other usually instigates sexual intercourse while watching a movie?"

"Are you really gonna do your usual speech towards porn tropes?"

"Hey, I can't help to point out the obvious."

You rolled your eyes, can't believing that this guy was the love of your life. Instead of continuing your kisses, you nibbled right where his clavicle was jutting out from his worn shirt. The gasp he let out was nothing short of euphoric but it was ruined when he started yapping again.

"I must say, this is quite unlike you," he started but he egged you on further by smoothing his hand across the inside of your thighs, "has my usual semantics about horror movies flipped a switch inside you and made you a horndog just like the bimbos in those movies."

"Joshua," you seethed, and you were serious when you used his real name, "keep talking like that and I'm gonna wring you out until you can barely cum."

He gulped but with how his cock twitched beneath his pants betrayed how he would love the idea. "Alright alright, I'll shut up."

And to his credit, he was quiet. When you rucked his shirt upwards and his nipples out to the cold air, you leaned in and kissed one before taking it in your mouth. He keened, back concaving as his hand traveled further inward to your sex. With nimble fingers, he toyed with it above the material of your bottoms before you felt them move faster.

"Oh wow, you really got it bad for me, huh?" He remarked breathlessly, seeing you crumble from the ministrations. "Aren't you a precious little thing, getting off from hearing me talk all day?"

You lightly bit his nipple, relishing in his yelp before moving back up. "Joshua, I swear to god I'm going to leave you high and dry."

"You would never." He snorted. He then took his other hand and tried to shimmy your bottoms down. With your bottom half now out in the open, he raised his hand to your mouth. His lips quirked into a smirk when you let his ring and middle finger inside your mouth, suckling them just like how you did with his nipple. "You love me and my voice too much."

You internally seethed that he was right. Damn him and his stupid voice and his stupid tirade, he has such an immense hold on you that if you did follow through with your promise on leaving him dry, it would be you suffering the most.

"Alright, fine." You conceded after he retrieves his fingers from your mouth, glaring lightly at his smug face. "I love your voice and your stupid spiels. Happy?"

He let out a pleased huff. "I mean, I already knew all along, but it certainly is a boost to the ego when you confirm it for me."

Rolling your eyes, you kissed him fully on the lips for the first time this night. Your hand pinching and rolling his nipple while the other wrapped behind his neck and tugged on his low ponytail. You swallowed in his groan, his tongue swirling against yours. The fingers that you swallowed trailed down to your hole, toying at the entrance before slowly pushing inside.

Swearing, you parted from him, elated at the sight of him reddened and out of breath. You giggled at the trail of spit connecting your mouths before you broke it by leaning forward and kissing the freckles on his face. That was a surefire way of knocking him down a peg; how you show affection to, what he describes as 'An unsightly visual upon his face', his freckles was always your winning card.

You left a final kiss on his nose before leaning back. "I really do want to see you broken and crying, Joshua."

He moaned lightly, leaning down to your neck to hide his reddening face as his fingers curled inward. The moan you let out was pornographic but Joshua didn't point it out, clearly far gone into his pleasures. He mouthed along your neck. "Yeah? I'd be a liar if I said I didn't want to see you try your best."

You scoffed, gently prying his head away from your neck and staring straight into his eyes. Something hot curled inside you when you see how shiny his eyes became. "Keep talking and I'll make sure that you'll keep cumming until morning."

He whimpered at your words, his fingers faltering in pleasuring you. You cooed. "What's wrong, baby? Can't keep your mouth open for me?"

He shifted in his seat. During the whole time, you never removed his cock underneath his pants. The sizeable tent already sporting a dark patch. "N-No... I can do it."

"Good boy." You purred and you giggled at how he shivered at the praise. The hand on his chest moved down to his pajama bottoms, tugging them down as best as you could. He lifted himself from his seat, groaning in pain and relief at how his cock finally sprung free from his clothes as he threw his pants in a random corner of the room.

Joshua was always pretty. It was a shame everyone thinks he's 'unconventional' because he was such a chatterbox when him never shutting up was the most attractive thing ever. Screw them then, you think, as you stared reverently at his cock. It throbbed painfully against his stomach, the head flushed a pretty red just like his face as it curved slightly to the left. It was so perfect for you that you can't help but thank whatever deity made you meet Joshua.

"My pretty boy..." You breathed out. "Remember our deal, okay?"

He nodded wordlessly. Immediately, you wrapped your hand around his head, spreading the precum as your hand glides across his shaft. He let out a drawn-out moan, tilting his head back against the sofa chair as his fingers pumped in and out of your hole.

"F-Fuuuuck..." He keened, eyes glossed over with unshed tears. "Feels so good. The way you wrap your hand around me just right-ah!"

He jumped slightly when your other hand tugged his ponytail roughly, showing the expanse of his neck. You bit his Adam's Apple and you squeezed his fingers when you hear him cry out in pleasure. "Keep talking."

"Love how you mark me up...!" He continued. "Love how you make me yours. Love how you tease the h-ah, head of my cock before you rub it. Love how you twist your hand just right...!"

You let go of his skin after you fully blemished it red and stinging. "Yeah? You love it when I treat you like this, huh?"

He nodded against his hold. Your hand was already easily moving up and down his cock, making it easier for you to twist your wrist and quicken your pace. He bucked his hips upward, legs twitching from the stimulation. Of course, he made sure that you weren't the only one giving. He curled his fingers inwards, making you gasp out loud as his other hand inched down towards your most sensitive area.

"Mhm." He hummed, watching at how your back arced beautifully when he played with your most sensitive part. "Love how you react so prettily when I touch you like this. Almost like you were built for me-built for me to break and use over and over."

"Fuck, Joshua." You breathlessly giggled, letting go of his ponytail. "Wasn't expecting this out of you."

He chuckled softly, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. His glasses were completely askew across his nose bridge so you adjusted them for him. His eyes were unabashed in their affection, shining like twin diamonds. It was almost sickening how he looks at your with such hazily romantic reverence.

He smiled softly. "Love you."

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat before you pecked his lips. "Love you, too."

He hummed happily. "Love how you love me. Like I'm someone worth loving. Love it when you love me like this."

His speech was getting repetitive. His fingers going in and out of your hole at a faster rate as squelching noises permeated the room. Your hand squeezed his cock tighter, pumping up and down, begging for his cum to run down your hand so you can lick it all off.

"Fuck," he gasped out, mouth open as let out his grunts, "love you so much. Love you love you love you—"

"Give it to me, Joshua." You said, legs twitching at how fast he's playing with your sex. "Let go, pretty baby. I've got you."

He cried out, bucking his hips to meet your hand as you watched his cock spurt cum. "Fuck fuck fuck, oh god, I-hah!"

As his orgasm racked his body, you watched as he loses himself. The fingers inside you curled the right way before you came. His other hand toyed with your sex further until you cried out from the overstimulation. His cock shot his seed upwards, hitting you and Joshua. Some of it got onto Joshua's cheek so you leaned in and licked them off of him.

Heavy breathing was all that was heard in the room as you two cooled down from the session. After you cleaned his cheek, you laid down on his still-heaving chest. He leaned his on top of your head, arms wrapping around you and bringing you impossibly closer.

He breathed in and out, letting out chuckles underneath his breath. "So, you really like how I talk, eh?"

You groaned, burrowing your face further into his chest. "Don't remind me."

"You know I'm gonna never live it down, right?" He gloated, kissing the top of your head. "What a glorious feeling. To have my honey be so smitten with my voice."

"Dear god, what have I done."

He barked out a laugh, nuzzling you closer. He decided to stop for now, but he'll remember this moment whenever he hosts a horror movie review again.

Maybe being a chatterbox led to good things after all.