it's been a long time, but i finally graduated from school and now have a lot of time on my hands to write! i'll finish up the requests in my inbox, and i'll open it for some more, so do keep an eye out :)
the sun mourns in vain for the white-throated rail: a comic about disability and the unwanted able-bodied grief for past selves.
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Page 1: The sun holds a white-throated rail, a bird with a red head, a gray body, and a white throat, in its hands. The sun speaks in a tone represented as sorrowful pity through a drippy speech bubble.
Sun: Looking at you makes me sad!
Rail: What?
Page 2:
Sun: Looking at you makes me sad!
The sun stands with a hand clutching its face.
Sun: How miserable it must be to be flightless! Donโt you yearn for the skies? Donโt you wake up grieving youโre still on land?
Page 3: The white-throated rail looks down in frustration in the hand of the sun.
Sun: (speaking off screen) Iโd simply perish if I were you!
The rail speaks, looking down. Pink flowers bloom towards the bottom of the page, petals and pollen blowing in the wind.
Rail: Why do you put your words in my beak and your grief in my feathers? Am I not beautiful?
Page 4: The bone of a white-throated rail is positioned against a colorful galaxy dotted with flecks of stars.
Rail: Am I not adaptability in action? Am I not evolution in motion? Do you mourn the days you werenโt a star? Do you mourn when the sky was cold, how unbearably hot you must burn to keep embracing it every day?
Page 5: The sun looks at the viewer.
Sun: Why would I? That was then, this is now. I am content to be in this state.
in reality, he doesn't have any โ at least not when it comes to the human next door, who he's been keeping watch over like the past few weeks like a school girl with a crush.
as much as it would pain him to admit it (he was someone who believed in rationality and logic, and feelings like love and crushes were not part of his not-that-he-would-admit-is-flawed logic), he was head over heels, and had fallen in love at the first sight.
which lead him to where he was now, watching over you as feed the neighborhood strays, as they run and curl up next to you for pats and roll around in weird ways that make you laugh.
he feels his heart skip a few beats, and it makes him worried that he's falling too hard (you already have, his mind whispers at him, but he pointedly chooses to ignore it).
he continues to keep watch, until you reach home with little to no issues (he did it seeing as how it was late at night, and that meant more activity from mischievous supernaturals), and he's just about to go away, content with having made sure that you were safe and sound, when you turn around and look at him straight in the eye (even as he hides and blends in the night in his black cat form).
โwell, i need to thank you for keeping watch over me for a while now, but if you wanted my attention, you could always come talk to me in your human form, neighbour.โ
the first time he hears you speak to him directly has him falling harder into the abyss of love and adoration, but your words only click with him when you're long gone โ and he finds himself grinning, hard.
maybe there isn't going to be a lot of explaining about why he can turn both into a cat and a human as he initially thought there was going to be.
he'll take you up on that offer, he decides, as he shows up the next day in his human form โ and turned quite the few heads, leaving him more than confident enough in facing you.
as he stands outside your door, he falters in his steps โ how would he let you know that this was his human form? should he meow at you? should he shift in front of you? what was he supposed to do?
as he's lost in his thoughts, he hears the sound of your door creaking open too late, and before he can say anything, you give him the most smug smirk he's ever seen on a person (that is, other than marius, the sneaky little devil).
โi see you've decided to take up my offer, dear neighbour.โ
he's taken aback, but doesn't show it, as years of blending in amongst humans has made his acting and resting face almost impeccably perfect โ one that seems extremely hard to decipher, unless he lets you do so, to pry into what makes him, him.
he responds with an equally smug tone, although it's hidden amongst his calm demeanor and you don't quite notice it anyway, because his twinkling amber eyes have you distracted.
โyour offer was quite the tempting one, you see, and how could i refuse any opportunity to know my latest acquaintance some more?โ
โseems that you know quite enough from your time shifting,โ you quip back, teasingly raising your eyebrow at him, and he knows that it was a good choice to accept your proposal.
โthen can i take it as that you know what i am, too?โ
โi do, i suppose.โ
โoh, and what could i be, human?โ
โa vampire.โ
he blinks in visible astonishment at you, surprised that you got it right at the first try. was he really that obvious? maybe he wasn't as good at acting like a human as he thought he was.
โoh, i got it right? i was just random guessing, but who knows it'd turn out to be true.โ
he hears you mumble the second part of your sentence under your breath, and chuckles softly. you seem to have realised that he's heard you, as a soft colour flushes through your skin.
โit appears quite so that you would make a truly excellent companion at a quiz.โ
he watches you blush harder at his teasing. a part of him wants to continue to tease, to continue to fluster you further, but he holds back, both to rein in himself and to spare you what could be further embarrassment.
the day passes far too quick, and he learns far too little about you โ at least, according to his liking.
you were a teacher at the very same place where marius's contractor (and significant other, his mind supplies) studies โ and you were the very same, extremely interesting human, that marius told the rest of the nxx about โ your curiosity in the supernatural had piqued his interest, and he was very happy that it was you who had him running around so illogically (at least, according to him).
as you part ways with him, he feels a need to reach out, and to ask you to spend some more time with him, to tell him more about yourself โ but he stops.
he only gives you an enigmatic smile as he moves on, although his eyes that seem to burn like liquid gold, hold silent promises of a next time, and the next time after.
he feels greedy for the first time in a long, long while.
it seemed that his self-restraint always flew out of the window whenever it came to you, and only you. He wanted more, and more, and more than he thought could ever have, and frankly, it appeared that he would soon be more and more avaricious when it was about you.
he'd have to do something about that, given that he's supposed to be a part of the undead.
but look at him, nearly the avatar of greed.
vyn richter does not get jealous.
or so he tries to convince himself.
as he watches you interact with that other teacher, who oh-so-clearly has a crush on you, very much visible from her constant teasing and flirting that's directed towards you.
(oh, and he's a teacher alongside you. he showed up one day as part of the new faculty, nearly giving you a heart attack โ but he's a great teacher, and you're pretty sure at least half the student population has a crush on him.)
he watches you flush and laugh at whatever she says, and a twisted feeling makes itself home in his chest โ he feels it wrap around his very being, twisting and constricting him as his chest tightens.
jealousy, his mind says. you're burning in jealousy, because you can't do what she can do, because you don't have the courage to act on your feelings like she can.
no, he whispers right back. i'm not jealous. they're just talking with each other.
the voice in his head only tuts at him, before retreating to the depths of his consciousness.
before he can move forward and do something about his unprecedented feelings (or so he thinks) โ he hears a few students call out to him, and they take up his attention for the remainder of time, even as he tries to keep an eye on you amongst the crowd.
when he's finally done, and the students move away with warm smiles of 'thank you, professor richter!' or 'i'll make sure to come by if i need help with something else, professor!', you're gone and out of sight.
he glances around, before sighing to himself.
โwhat's the big sigh for, professor richter?โ
and lo and behold, just as he was thinking about making his way around campus to find you, it turns out that you found him first.
you stand right behind him, lips curled up in that charming grin that always has him falling over and over again (he'd never admit it, again), leaning on the doorframe of the entrance to his classroom as your eyes stealthily follow every movement of his.
โnothing to worry about. it's just that the kids are really energetic, but their enthusiasm is welcomed, although it does drain me out.โ
you nod in understanding at his answer, before gesturing at him to follow you.
he tilts his head, confused at your actions, but then he notices your captivating hues light up, with what he assumes to be, mischief.
โstudents bunk classes all the time, so would it really hurt a little if a professor or two did it too?โ
he stares at you for a moment, trying to process what he just heard, and really, it makes you want to die of embarrassment. then, he laughs.
he laughs, so hard that there's tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
โsure, i would love to accompany you, but really, you can't say that considering the fact that the working day is already over, can you?โ
he watches you flush again. huffing, you turn away from him.
โjust shut up and let me treat you to a good meal, you damn vampire. i'll spray salt all around my house if you keep this up, you know.โ
he laughs once again, but refrains from teasing you further.
โall right, lead the way, then.โ
really, really, you've got him wrapped around your finger, and well, he doesn't mind.
after all, you make him feel things that he thought he'd never feel again.
vyn richter has an epiphany.
maybe he should stop trying to lie to himself.
vyn richter has almost always found himself on the receiving end of peoples' affection over the years that he's lived, be it for his good looks or for his wealth. there's never really a dearth of people looking for an opportunity to have a piece of him, but he's learnt to ignore them all.
because after all, humans are the most selfish creatures of all. but, it is in this ability to feel emotions that gives them a beauty like no other, and sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes that he could be human again.
to feel his heart beat again, to feel the now frozen blood in his veins thrum with the echoes of life once again, to have his emotions crumble his very being, to feel his very own warmth, but alas, he's unable to have it.
that is, until, he met you.
you, whose warmth just radiates off of your being like the sun, and you, whose ability to get along with supernaturals like it was second nature, and you were, but one of them.
marius's mentioning of your curiosity in and about the unknown and the unseen had piqued his own into you, and truly, he can never forget the first time that he saw you.
because for the first time in a long, long while, he felt his heart thrum in rapid beats, leaving him breathless, and the liquid life in his veins burst alive like an explosion, and he knew โ he knew at that moment, that no one else but you, would be the one for him.
no one but you, who he could fall in love with, and devote his entire being to. the time he's spent with you, as he watches you smile at him in that bright, blinding way you do, and the way your affection burns through him and brings him back to an era long gone, only convincing him further.
and so, vyn richter decides.
that, maybe, he'll let himself fall and indulge himself this once.
because, there is no greater beauty, than the beauty that is love with true, deep affection.
vyn richter wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
this time, he agrees wholeheartedly.
it's a late evening, closer to dusk, when you call him out for one of your regular excursions that have now become second routine to him.
as he walks his way to the location that you'd sent him, he takes the quiet and solitude to look back at how far he's come.
it's been a long, long time since he's turned, and since he's found people he can keep close to him, but it doesn't really matter to him. not anymore, now that you're here to brighten his cloudy days.
the closer he gets to you, the more he feels it โ warmth blooming through his chest, crawling up and into his blood, setting him aflame from the inside, in a way that just screams that he's alive.
he sees you wave at him as he comes into your line of sight, and he hardens his resolve.
to tell you of the way he feels, and of his wish to spend his time with you.
you give him a small smile when he finally, finally reaches you, and he reciprocates with one of his own.
but, then he notices. it's not one of your usual happy smiles, and he finds himself frowning at the thought of something bothering you enough to take away your brilliant self.
and of course, you notice the smallest of changes in his expressions, as you always do with the tiniest of things about him (and he feels himself fall deeper, deeper into this abyss everytime you do, and he never wants to come out of it), and sigh deeply.
โi'm sorry for calling you out on such short notice, but thank you for coming โโ
he feels the nervousness roll off you, instead of the usual happiness with that twinge of mischief, and he feels some things that he hasn't felt in a long time crawl up his being.
fear and anxiety.
but he shakes it off, in favour of listening to you, and not the what ifs? his mind keeps conjuring about the worst of scenarios that could possibly happen.
โi've got something to tell you.โ
he nearly feels his heart stop in his chest (and he forgets for a moment that it was nigh impossible for it to happen, since it stopped beating a long, long time ago), but keeps his composure.
โvyn richter, i โโ
he holds his breath, ready for to hear anything and bear the consequences of it, but a part of him wants to oppose it, and he shuts it down.
โi'm in love with you.โ
he blinks. once, twice. as of he's unable to believe what he's heard, because he really can't and it all seems like a cruel joke that his mind's made up โ
โwhat did you just say?โ
he hears you sigh, and you begin to speak again.
โi'm in love with you, vyn. have been since the day i first saw you.โ
so he really did hear it right. and then, he feels relief washing over him, and he can't help but want to hear it again and again and again.
โonce more.โ
โwhat?โ
โsay it once more.โ
โwhat? that i'm in love with you?โ
โyes,โ he says, breathless.
โfine,โ you drawl out, embarrassed for a reason unknown to you.
โvyn richter, i am so, so in love with you, to the point that i want to spend the rest of my time with you, and i want to be your happiest memory.โ
he smiles, and it's not that charming, enigmatic smile he gives everybody else โ this one's genuine, and you know from the way his eyes crinkle a little.
โi love you too.โ
then, you smile too, and soon enough, the two of you are laughing for a reason that neither of you know, but really, he swears, he's never been this happy.
as he calms down, he finally, finally, finds his courage to ask you, but you beat him to it once again.
โcan i kiss you?โ
and all he can do is nod, because he doesn't trust himself at the moment, not to say something that'll ruin this precious little moment.
kissing you is an explosion of emotion, and all he wants is to feel it again, all over again, like it was the first time, and soon enough, one of his hands is threading through your hair, and the other pulling you close, closer than he thought would be possible.
he never wants to let go of you, but he reluctantly does so, because you are human, and humans need to breathe.
you smile at him, the one he loves so, so much and he can't help but want to kiss you again.
so, he does, and joy bursts through every fibre of his being when you respond with equal fervour and enthusiasm. it's only when he feels you tapping at his shoulder, that he pulls away.
โnow that we've established how we feel about each other, there's something else i need to tell you about.โ
he listens with rapt attention, not wanting to miss anything.
โmake a blood bond with me.โ
and for the second time that evening, vyn richter is left stupefied, because the person he loves now (and the fact that he just found out a few minutes ago) wants to have the vampire equivalent of a demon contract (and the human equivalent of an engagement) now?
โare you sure?โ
he's happy, he really is, but he wants to make sure that this is what you really, really want.
โi am.โ
he searches your face and body language for any sign of hesitation, but when he doesn't find any, he finally agrees.
he kisses you once again, and slowly moves his way towards your neck. his touch his feather-light, and he handles you like you are someone made of glass, someone that will shatter at just the wrong touch.
when he finally, finally sinks his fangs into you, and the taste of you tumbles into his mouth, he feels a closer, deeper, bond forge itself between him and you, and he can't find it in himself to complain.
not when he finds himself getting addicted to the feeling of you, the taste of you and you in your entire being.
he pulls away slowly, so as to not hurt you, and a small marking manifests onto your skin, at the very place he bit you.
he finds himself strangely proud, and you look the happiest he's seen you.
โplease, do know that i'm never letting you go now.โ
you laugh, and it's music to his ears.
โwould never dream of it, and it's more like you're stuck with me.โ
yeah, he really wouldn't mind that, not one bit, and vyn knows that he's made the right decision.
you were, are and will always be the one for him.
โso, when are we holding our wedding?โ
โoh, shut up and kiss me first, and then take me out on a date, we'll think about it afterwards, human.โ
โyour wish is my command, but we're definitely inviting my students to the wedding.โ
he ends up kissing you to shut you up himself.
yeah, he definitely wouldn't mind spending his eternity with you.
vyn has come a long way. from being someone who has had nothing, to someone who has everything, and the reason for it all, is you. you and your brilliantly wonderful self, you're the one who his heart yearns for.
and he would never, ever, have it any other way.
โฆ notes; holy that is long โ but i hope you enjoy it! i certainly did writing it, and i hope you will too, reading it! now to write that android artem fic โ
take care of yourself and remember to take breaks <3
โ rine
ยฉ 2022 rine @artemstellation. do not plagarize or repost without due permission.
Can you write something where the reader justโฆgets lost staring at the boys face with SO MUCH love in their eyes, and when they notice and turn around to catch us,reader just gives them a love struck smile before kissing them passionately ? Out of nowhere?
sndhwusjwn just reader suddenly getting hit by how much they love their boyfriend and them reacting to that โค๏ธ
(You can change it up a bit if you want to !)
RIV oh my god i am so sorry it took so long to finish this ๐ but here it is! hope you've been well and happy <3
tot men + catching their significant other staring at them with lovestruck expressions.
artem wing...
.... is taken aback โ he's certainly kind of used to a relationship, but at moments like these, he thinks that he's just pursuing a new relationship, because he doesn't know how to deal with it.
is further taken aback when you lean forward and kiss him hard, but soon finds himself reciprocating with the same, if not more, fervor. he wants you to know how much he's grateful for your presence in his life, and how much he loves you and the way it pours out of his very being for you โ and you, only.
quietly decides to himself to try and be more affectionate with you, and it's evident in the way his hand gently and slowly slips into yours and he tenderly squeezes it, twining his fingers with yours, or how there's always a peck on your forehead every time he sees you, even if it's only been a few minutes โ he's absolutely enamored with you, and he wants you to know it, through his silent care and affection.
marius von hagen...
.... stops in his tracks when he first notices it โ but then he's back to his usual, teasing self like nothing is out of the ordinary, however, it's all a facade to hide how flustered he is from you.
though that persona drops again when you kiss him, he can't have you knowing that, can he? that's why he'll kiss you harder (and makes it into a pseudo-competition again). but deep down, he knows that you understand what he means through his touch and through the hidden tunes of affection from his words โ and he finds himself immensely thankful for that.
he definitely makes it another competition between the two of you on who can make the most declarations of love to the other. he can, and he has, told you some of the most ridiculous proclamations of love to you, and he takes pride in them, but you know that's just his way of saying he loves you. so what better way to reciprocate? proclaim yours even more ridiculously (he adores it).
luke pearce...
.... is the human personification of a combination between a ripe tomato and a fully cooked lobster (or alternatively, luke is so red and steaming that you can probably cook something on him). he's utterly speechless. lord give him strength, he thinks, but unfortunately for him, it is not his day.
somehow possibly grows even more sanguine than he was before when he's kissed, and ceases all functions immediately. he's a husk of a man, for his soul has ascended (give him another kiss and he'll be right back to the land of the living). and then he gives you the most shy of pecks, because he cannot look at you in the eyes, lest he combust right then and there.
luke is petty. very petty. will get you back by trying all methods of getting you flustered and ruffling your feathers (ha, peanut-), but all playfulness aside, he significantly grows more softer than he was before (somehow, yes, that's possible). his heart soars with joy every time he sees you, and he wants you to know it, feel it. but judging by those expressions, you probably do, but there's no harm in amping up his efforts, is there?
vyn richter...
.... remains the most calm and collected (on the outside only). he's a master at hiding his feelings, and this occasion is no exception either, but he does send a soft smile your way โ it's his way or reciprocating.
becomes more open with you โ even if it's just a little. tells you more about his days, and about the little things that he notices through the day, be it about the people around him, or about something he saw on tv. he just likes hearing you talk, and that look in your eyes makes him want to melt in his place, and he just can't have enough.
spoils you even more than he probably does. he's rich, he knows that, you know that, everyone and their grandmas know that. he's awkward when it comes to genuinely expressing his affection and thus, does it in the best way that he knows he can. his gifts are thoughtful โ ones that you can definitely find a use for, and that you can use for a long, long time. finds himself smiling ear to ear when he sees you using his gifts, and maybe, just maybe, you'll find a new side of him opening up soon.
โฆ notes; oh my god. it has been so long since i've last been here, and i am so sorry for that โ as a senior in my last year of high school (which is really important where i live), i really haven't been able to find time to write at all. i am so sorry for all those requests i wasn't able to finish back then, but i promise i'll try and write more soon! tysm for being patient <3
โ rine
ยฉ 2022 rine @artemstellation. do not plagarize or repost without due permission.
.... dances with you in the warm comfort of home. he's a rather private person, and would like to keep affectionate moments between the two of you alone (or maybe your pet can know).
he has a playlist of songs both you and he really like, and he'll play them whenever you're over (he keeps adding new additions every time you mention a new song that you liked to him, and it's really large at this point of time). but he also has this playlist of songs that are soft and slow, and remind him of you โ they're the ones he plays at times like these.
he sneaks up behind you when you're doing something, and hugs you before placing a kiss on the top of your head. he'll slowly intertwine his fingers with yours, and then he'll pull you away from whatever you were doing (it's hard to get mad at him because a; he only does it when he's sure you're not busy and b; he looks really happy).
he leads you through his home, making sure not to bump into anything before finally ending it with a comical flourish that has never failed to make you laugh. immediately tugs you in for a long session of much needed cuddles right after, and refuses to let go until you agree with his bargain of kisses (which i think, is something you definitely don't mind).
marius von hagen...
.... pulls you in for a dance when he's been away from a long time (even though it's only been a day) and wants to spend some time with you (it's honestly just an excuse for him to hold you in his arms).
he hums to a song he's been listening to all week as he twirls you around, but then decides he wants to listen to it again, so he plays it over the speakers, effectively (fake) exasperating you because, well, it's that song again.
he, like artem, pulls you away from whatever you are doing at the moment, but he however, does not have any regard for it; he has a million ways to convince you to take a break and dance with him โ and they work every single time, because he knows what to say and do to.
cuts your dance sessions short so he can kiss you hard enough to leave you breathless, and then swoop you off your feet and carry you around. he only sets you down when he has remarked a very on-brand marius von hagen tease and he's seen your flustered face (even though he pretends he hasn't, only to fluster you further). traps you in his arms so you can't get away from him, but eventually relaxes his hold as he excitedly tells you all about his day (and listens to yours, too).
luke pearce...
.... randomly tugs you along to dance with him at the most random of places and moments (he feels joy when he hears a favourite song of his play, or whenever one of yours comes along, and he wants to share it with you).
his selection of songs is random too โ you can never predict what song will come up when, and what he's going to do then. but his spontaneity is absolutely charming, and watching him have fun is enough to make you want to join him (and all he does is playfully smirk at you as he pulls you alongside).
luke doesn't like disturbing you when you're working (he doesn't like it either), so he stays still up until you're finished with it, or up until he decides that you need a little break. then he carries you away without waiting for a response, and gives you a brilliant smile that doesn't let you be mad at him (because how could you in the first place? he knows this weakness, and exploits it to his full advantage).
rather than actually dancing to a dance, most of the time, he'll be recreating memes and leaves you in exploding laughter, and clutching at your sides. but when he is dancing, he definitely drags you with him, because the more the merrier, or so he says. he can and he will start to chase you around in the middle of dancing, and eventually, tackles you into a tired cuddle session.
vyn richter...
.... likes to act like the distinguished gentleman that he is, and asks for a dance with you (knowing fully that you'll accept, but he likes to watch the smile on your face when he does it).
his records play old, soft and slow songs, that are perfect for starry summer nights, or cold, rainy evenings, or early sunrises โ and leave you warm and fuzzy on the inside (he adores this particular record, and watching his eyes light up as you suggest playing it makes it even better).
most of the time, it's really peaceful around him, and that means you finish your work faster (and maybe, watching him work, makes you want to do yours, too), leaving you with a lot of free time and even more boredom. he immediately recognises your habits to entertain yourself, and makes an offer to you for a dance (the formal way as one would at a ball), as he too, has wrapped up his work (or is taking a break).
slow dancing is something he loves โ his movements are elegant and graceful, as he maneuvers you around with ease (but there's something so him about the way he dances, that it doesn't feel right when you're dancing with someone else). he twirls you around more than usual or dances faster than what you're used to when he's feeling mischievous โ and then chuckles at your pouty face, but falls back into the rhythm eventually. he likes to finish dances together by spinning you around in the air and ending it with a kiss (read: kisses, because he's not going to stop at one).
โฆ notes; aaaaahhh i'm so sorry for being so inactive as of late! to make up for it, please have these hcs, and i promise i'll be more active from now on- ily all <3
- rine
ยฉ 2021 rine @artemstellation. do not plagarize or repost without due permission.
i am so, so sorry for the inactivity, but i promise iโm working on something - schoolโs got me in a bit of a writing slump, but iโll be back and writing very soon. thank you for your patience!
bad news, but that vyn fic is going to have to be pushed back since i have end of the month exams, again (dear lord end me already)- anyway, sorry about that! i'll get back to all of you once i'm done with those-
