.eulenfeder.

until your sin is 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 , my 𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 will ( pursue ) you .

[eulenfeder]

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a highly selective multi-muse rp blog on a permanent semi-hiatus. mostly dedicated to characters from genshin impact and ocs that i write with very specific people. rps in spanish will also appear, for it is my first language. if you have any problem with that, then i suggest you to not follow.

please read the guidelines before interacting / following. this blog might not be for you!

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[nanakorobiyaokii]

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪!" "𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩?" "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!" "𝘿𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚"

[nanakorobiyaokii]

"𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙."

[lyrieeeee]

I was commissioned an Anaxa print by the English voice actor of Anaxa - Stephen Fu!!! I am super honored for this opportunity, thank you for working with me again!!

Stephen will be a guest at Otaku Collectives’ booth at Anime Night Mart next weekend and the print will be available there!

[lyrieeeee]

I also have a 2nd Anaxa print for his voice actor, Stephen Fu!! This print will also be available at Anime Night Mart next weekend!! Thanks again for commissioning me!

[nanakorobiyaokii]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙭𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙨.

[121231212i]

Honkai: Star rail | Phainon

[eulenfeder]

i come here and i instantly get reminded why i left this place.

[zelkams-art]

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

[queenwitchsam-deactivated202502]

Viktor and Jayce Art

[sviteer]

Duality

[lord-arbiter]

"Listen. The dead are speaking."

[effinbirds]

[eulenfeder]

ARE YOU SERIOUS??? WILL YOU JUST KEEP ME STARVING LIKE I STARVE WITH KAELUC ALREADY????

[ryzik]

[eulenfeder]

. do you remember me?

written exclusively for @s-theunknown

A veces cuando cae la noche y miras las estrellas lo recuerdas. A veces también en cosas tan sencillas; como el té que solían tomar, o los libros que te hacían pensar en él.

Siempre fuiste muy orgulloso para hablar de sentimientos. Pensabas que te hacía débil tener un corazón que le anhelaba - un corazón que ansiaba que pusiera sus manos en ti y que te besara.

Cuantas veces no te avergonzabas de pensarle, de desearle tanto. Te hacía sentir muy humano tener ese tipo de afectos, de deseos. Te daba miedo acabar enamorado, porque los que se enamoran viven condenados, y los condenados nunca tienen libertad.

Se habría burlado de ti si lo supiera, y preferiste convencerte a ti mismo que no tenerle era mucho mejor, que la distancia que a veces los separaba te mantendría a salvo. Pensaste que con alejarte el sentimiento acabaría, qué de ese modo tu ya no serías suyo, porque él jamás ha sido tuyo.. y nunca lo será.

Pero años más tarde te das cuenta que eso nunca fue así. Que tal vez si lo volvieras a ver, tus manos no podrían soportarlo, qué tal vez sería tu muerte si tus labios besaran los suyos, qué tal vez arderías en fuego eterno si sus manos te tocaran.

Qué hace él en esta noche? Acaso piensa en ti como lo haces? Acaso tu recuerdo le persigue? O se ha olvidado por completo de que alguna vez te conoció?

[eulenfeder]

. the price to pay

You sit on your couch and look at the weapon you never dared leave behind. You fix your eyes on it, lose yourself as you travel back in time to the day it was given to you. You think about the days of youth, the lips that would smile with genuine mirth, the walks you both would take - shoulder to shoulder, talking about the future.

Some days your hand reaches out. You try to touch the arm, his back in front of you, long hair now dyed in black - his body is full of horrors. Those scars that were not there once upon a time now scattered all over his form. What stories do they tell? Those atrocities can’t be forgotten.

You press a kiss to the upper side of his shoulder but he moves away, sits up on the bed and the warmth is lost. You can no longer close your arms around him, because he wants to leave, and you know there’s nothing you can do to make him stay.

Sometimes you think the memories are all you have. Some days you wonder when it’s worth fighting for something, and when it’s best to just let it go. But if he were to forget everything, wouldn’t that be so much easier? Wouldn’t that give you reasons to move on?

“No one should know what happened here. Forget what we did. It never happened.” Blade says, standing up, gathering all his clothes and putting them all on, and you think: when will be the next time we see each other? Centuries have passed before your eyes. You remember the day it all happened, and you think of how many years have passed ever since. Probably, next time you won’t be yourself. Next time you could be nothing but a monster, and the mara would eventually take away from you even the memory of his name.

You chuckle, sitting up, gazing towards the window. “I’m afraid… I am not good at forgetting.”

I am not good at pretending these hands did not touch you like they did, or that I didn’t kiss you, so I could take something from you, or leave something of me in you, so you carry me wherever you go.

Blade looks back at you over his shoulder - a ruby stone staring, and then that fire burns you no more.

You let him escape.