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The husband and his ugly ass shrimp (you).

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Only you (and a certain lieutenant) know that Jing Yuan has a tattoo.

The reason you know is because you were the one who gave it to him in the first place. You hadn’t ever planned on giving him one- but somehow, someday, he comes into your shop. You’re used to seeing war veterans come in, but the esteemed general of the Luofu? No, you wouldn’t ever even think to expect that. Especially not paired with his lieutenant that’s smug and giggling beside him.

You can’t help but ask. While he may be a man of high status, he’s in your turf. “Well well well, the Divine Foresight… has lost a bet, I assume?” You look at Jing Yuan- to be honest, you’re a little awed that he’s actually this close, but you don’t want to let that show- and then to his lieutenant, who you know is named Yanqing. You were on the Luofu when the general first put him in the ranks- oh, that was so long ago- and you remembered the controversy about the subject.

Yet Jing Yuan had always had this air to him. He was steadfast in his decision and unwavering even when it came to public opinion, as if he knew something that no one else did.

Perhaps his uncaring attitude toward PR helps with the decision to get a tattoo. Must be a nightmare for the others working for him that are trying to uphold his reputation, but that’s none of your business. Tattoos are your business.

“Ah, how did you know?” Jing Yuan answers your query moments later, a relaxed slant in his shoulders despite the situation. You give him an amused look as you lean on your counter.

“I’ve been doing this a long time. If you were the type to get tattoos, I most likely would have had you as a customer much sooner than this.” That being said, you look to Yanqing. “I’ll bite. What’s the tattoo?”

And Yanqing, the adorable little spirit that he is, shakes his head. Jing Yuan shakes his head as well.

“I’m not supposed to know,” the general says, and you let out a sound of understanding, quirking your brow at the boy.

“Well, let’s hear it. But I don’t know how comfortable I am becoming an enemy of the general, so keep it civil, okay?”

You lean over the counter, and Yanqing comes closer with his hand cupped over his mouth, and he whispers the tattoo idea in your ear. Your eyebrows raise and you hum, looking over at him and the general with a thoughtful click of your tongue.

“Well?” Yanqing looks at you. “Will you do it?”

You smile, all teeth and squinty eyes, crinkled nose, unaware of the twitch in Jing Yuan’s composure. “Where am I inking?” You ask, confirming the deal.

There’s a lot of good ideas and what they present. Maybe on his back, around the shoulder blade area. Getting to see all that muscle and have your hands on him, and at least he can’t see you. You’re a professional, but yeah, he’s hot.

Or it could be a tattoo on his arm. Having to sit face to face with him and his strong arm completely pliant in your hold… his eyes always on you.

“Maybe on his chest. No one will see that, right?” Yanqing proposes when you’re pitching ideas back and forth, only the two of you really able to since Jing Yuan doesn’t know the design. You hum loudly, pretending to think it over before shaking your head.

“Mm… I don’t think I’m gonna do that. What about his shoulder?”

You don’t think you’d be able to handle it. You’re a professional, you remind yourself again, but the idea of tattooing and touching the general’s admittedly pillowy chest isn’t something you think you can handle. Jing Yuan chuffs as you get Yanqing to move on from the idea and you side eye him, wondering if he knows. From the way he smiles, he probably does.

And then there’s the actual tattooing part. How the small talk fluctuates- Jing Yuan is clearly a good conversationalist, but you notice how he keeps the topic on yourself instead of him. To be expected, you suppose; but at some point you tell him as you focus on the line of your pen that you don’t really think it’ll do him any harm to enjoy himself. So, what’s your favorite snack?

Little do you know how charming you are. Perhaps you do know, but not in the ways that catches Jing Yuan’s eye. The way you snort when you laugh. That crinkle in your nose. It was endearing how cute you were in this kind of element with the rap music vibrating off the walls and your ripped up jeans and tattooed arms. It’s all very different than what he’s used to but it’s very apparent that it suits you. All this.

So he gives in. The two of you bounce off one another as he doesn’t seem affected in the slightest about the needle digging in his skin (another non-surprise). He tells you his favorite snack and other harmless things. You’re good company.

And when the tattoo is revealed- ha, it’s almost funny! No, not the tattoo. It’s actually quite tasteful, and it suits him- though he never doubted Yanqing, he acknowledges that he gave the boy the opportunity to do anything and he didn’t break his general’s trust. “You’re quite the artist,” he compliments you, looking at the design in the mirror. He just can’t believe that it’s on him. His skin. And it looks good.

“You look great,” you reaffirm, nodding in self satisfaction as you grin down at him from where he’s seated. “Yanqing did a good job picking it out. You think you’re going to keep it?”

Said-boy had wandered off several hours ago, after he realized how long and slightly boring the process was.

Jing Yuan hums, looking back at the design. “I make good on my promises. It isn’t only a tattoo, but now a fond memory,” he starts to put his clothes back on- reminding you how he’s half naked and you look away to give him some privacy.

“Smooth talker,” you quip, and he laughs.

“Old habit. But my words are true.” Then he tilts his head. “How much do I owe you?”

You nearly hesitate. It was a privilege in and of itself to get this opportunity. But before you can even try to say anything about not getting paid, Jing Yuan is already tutting and shaking his head.

“I will be paying you. You worked hard and your time is valuable. I don’t want to do anything to imply that it’s not worth the money.”

Of course. You relent with an easy going sigh and give him the price. When you recommend he buy some materials to help keep the tattoo clean and healthy, he does so without even blinking, adding up to the amount he owes. It’s strange to take money from his hand, but business is business.

More can happen from here but the end result is that a part of you, your penmanship, is on the general’s body for the rest of his long life. He may even come in to get it touched up a few times when it begins to fade.

You couldn’t be more different, as he is an esteemed general and you’re a grunge tattoo artist, but that’s what makes it interesting.

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Twst book 7 chapter 7 reaction livestream 

I will livestream my reaction to book 7 chapter 7 as I did before and provide a rough translation along the way. Please feel free to check it out if you want to read the story too~

Synopsis of book 7 chapter 7 translated in the Youtube description

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Another Malleus :}

Idk why I thought listening to creepy music as I was making this wouldnt affect the painting. You’re just taking a nice late evening stroll with him dont worry :]

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Who is your favorite character(s)?

Who is your favorite staff member(s)?

Who is your favorite non-NRC character(s)?

Which is your favorite dorm?

What is your favorite unique magic?

Who has the best Overblot form?

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Would you like the staff to interact more in the story?

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Reading how much Malleus blew up the gardens really has me feeling for the groundskeeping staff of Black Scale Palace 😭😭

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No one reblogs on tumblr anymore.

No one leaves comments on Ao3 anymore.

Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.

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Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.

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where the light is dim

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Synopsis: everyone's wandered off in the festival, and you can't even find a familiar face

Tags: poetic themes, fluff, diasomnia shenanigans

Word count: 436

Notes: happy chinese new year everyone🧧🏮🎆!! this was heavily inspired by a chinese poem that takes place on new years (which i attempted a translation of below hehe), and plus it's the year of the dragon, so now we have mal mal festival time (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

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The east wind blows breezes a thousand blossoming trees,

The stars, like rain, descend like a gentle breeze.

Bejewelled carriages and fine horses leave a fragrant trail on the road,

Phoenix flutes resound in the wind, the jade lantern’s light flows,

All night, the fish and dragon lanterns dance.

Maidens adorned with gold, extravagant pins in their hair,

Smiling shyly, fragrance lingering in the air.

In the crowd, searching countless times,

Suddenly, turning my head,

There stands the one, where the light is dim.

―青玉案・元夕 辛棄疾

The street pulses with energy, vibrant and bustling beneath a canopy of scarlet lanterns that sway gently in the evening breeze. Each lantern, adorned with intricate designs and tassels, casts a warm, inviting glow that bathes the cobblestone pavement below in a rich crimson hue.

The air is alive with the hum of chatter and laughter, as locals and visitors alike meander through the thoroughfare, their footsteps echoing against the ancient brick walls that line the street. Vendors peddle their wares from colourful stalls, their voices competing with the lively strains of traditional music that drift from nearby taverns and teahouses.

'Where is he?' you thought to yourself, tired from the heavy ornaments painstakingly styled into your hair as you turned and turned your head to catch even a glimpse of him amidst the bustling crowd.

Malleus had invited you to a short trip to the Far East, prompted by Silver's longing to explore the lands of his childhood hero, and swiftly organized by Lilia's enthusiastic urging. You're not sure whether Lilia was aware of it or not, your travels happened to coincide with a grand local festival.

The street offers a multitude of intrigue, from mouth-watering scents from the food skewers to the delicate souvenirs hand-crafted by merchants, and it's not long before you find yourselves gradually becoming separated from the group amidst the bustling crowd. The allure of the vibrant surroundings pulls each person in a different direction, until eventually, you can no longer spot any familiar faces amidst the sea of glamorous outfits adorning the local ladies.

A whirring noise catches your attention, and you turn to the direction of the sound. Your gaze is met with the spectacle of fireworks illuminating the night sky, their explosions of brilliance painting the heavens with vibrant hues, scattering glittering sparks like diamonds. Brilliant reds, dazzling blues, and alluring golds intertwine and collide, creating a breathtaking tapestry of colour that captivates all who gaze upon it.

It's a view you want to share with him.

You weave through the crowd once again, deftly sidestepping opulent carriages and elegant ladies. Their alluring perfume mingles with the joyous melodies of the flutes, enveloping you in a whirlwind of sensation that leaves you momentarily dizzy.

A glance down a narrow alley catches your attention, and in the distance, a lone lantern flickers. Squinting to sharpen your focus, you realise you've found the very person you're looking for.

Malleus, tucked away in the shadowy corner, his focus fixed solely upon a weathered lion stone statue.

You can't help the exasperated smile that graces your lips.

Maybe you should've expected that.

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i miss my wife (malleus draconia)

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For a painful soulamte au, what if the Dawn Knight was Lilias soulmate? And to make it more painful what if Dawn knew that Lilia was his soulmate somehow and still went to war with the fae because he couldn't stand to go against the family who raised him

Not a soul knew, except for Leia.

Leia knew because she knew everything about him— the leash of loyalty around his neck, the weight of despair upon his shoulders, the mark of his soulmate tattooed like a harbinger on the inside of his wrist.

Leia knew, and loved him for it all the same.

You are a knight, she would remind him on those moonless nights, delicate features as solemn as a saint as she laid her hands against the haunted hollows of his face, as merciful and sweet as her namesake. You are the only one out of them all who has the right to call himself so. What greater sacrifice have you given to my father, to our family, than the cost of love?

He loved her, too.

Her effortless charm and wit were always happy to fill his awkward and stoic silences, and she never shamed him for his reserved nature. She was a princess, born and raised to be a queen, and it sat right inside his heart that she should realize such a vision. Her kindness to their people, her kindness to her traitor of a knight— too kind, to allow him even into her arms and bed when his nerves fail him and the shadows creep in.

It's what he feels, when he places his hand on the swell of her gown, the gentle life growing inside of her: their child, steeped in kindness.

A tragic beginning that can only lead to a tragic end.

Leia is the only kindness that he's ever known, and the irony is not lost on him that she is not his soulmate, nor is he her own. She does not speak of the mark blurred and faded on her skin, and she does not press him for explanation when he disrobes for her and only her, and the bat in flight unfurls its wings upon his wrist.

She does not need to, for they both know whose standard he bears, whose symbol lays a claim that would spell betrayal and doom for his fate.

He lies there within the shelter of her embrace, her slim fingers weaving through his golden hair, and he wonders what manner of mark lies on the fae general's wrist. He wonders if it is of a gleaming sword raised to strike, or a loathsome owl, talons curled, both prepared to rid the fae of his heart and gift it to the enemy's feet. It must not be obvious, because the fae has never reacted to his presence beyond the expected vitriol to their immoral crusade. And each time that they meet, the gratitude of a coward lances through his veins for the sake of the helmet obscuring his expression— it is your eyes that give you away, Leia had murmured to him, her own dark and forgiving as they glitter in the candlelight. Your truest emotions lie within them, crystal clear and as unclouded as the brightest dawn.

He does not deserve her unshakeable belief, for he feels like the muddiest of waters, choked with debris and tainted by waste.

He does not deserve her, and as he clutches at his wrist in the night, nails all but digging into the taut flesh as if to pull the bat from his skin—

He knows that he does not deserve the general either.

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hellooo it's been a while. Here's an update on me.

Basically my mental health tanked reeeeeally badly these past couple of months and I've been too depressed to do much of anything. It's why I haven't posted any fics in a while and also why I'm no longer modding for the Twst charity drive for Palestine. I just haven't been feeling Okay enough to be responsible yaknow so I backed out for my own good and everyone else involved.

The reason I'm doing an update now is because I suddenly have the urge to update one of my fics specifically Lost Invitation. I'm not better, I'm worse off than I've ever been in fact, but writing fic comforts me yknow, especially if it's Malleyuu. Soooo don't EXPECT a fic but it'd be nice tho if you guys said hi so that I know you're interested in my writing still

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A year of Sky, and a year of friendship.

this is a redraw, original is below along with some of my favorite screenshots from this year!

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The prince of Briar Valley

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i wish there wasn’t such a stigmatized view on platonically loving people.

I can’t call people nicknames and pet names like hun and honey without them immediately assuming i have romantic interest in them.

i can’t tell my friends i love them without adding on “platonically” or shortening the phrase “ily” “love you” “love u”

i love a lot of people. i love my sister, i love my boyfriend, and i love my best friend. All different versions of love.

let us love people openly and honestly without it being seen as “making a move” or being romantically interested.

please please please stop assuming that love is strictly romantic, i promise you life becomes so much brighter and bigger when you stop keeping love strictly romantic.

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Hold the baby like borger

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