(autoplay) myrmidon.

"he gives orders. i stab people. i think our roles are clear." // lon'qu for citta-alveare // RANK: citizen, r-6

[gynophobian]

looking to plot with lon’qu so please give this a like if you’re interested!!!

[smuppeting]

you debate pulling out another cigarette. with the mood this one has going on, the dark and looming suffocating vibe he’s pulling, fuck you might need one. listening to people’s problems, gaining information from them and learning about their lives just wasn’t your thing no matter what way you looked at it. sure, you had no trouble half assed listening to one of dave’s spin offs about something and could even pretend you were paying enough attention to get him to laugh or to go on, but in the long run? there were just other things on your mind. like- rappin’ bitches, rappin’ bitches, bitches and rappin’ rappin’ and bitches till of us switches. it was so iconic you could never forget those words while trying to figure out what they even meant. which was insanely ironic because you were well aware what they meant but wanted to find out again anyway. it was akin to that of opening a surprise, closing it and then opening it again just to enjoy it for the thousandth and eighth time.

which you had to wonder. would getting this straight faced of a man talk be so memorable that you’d be unwrapping it for days? weeks even? hell. you didn’t know. but maybe it was worth it to you. maybe.

teeth fronting against the inside of your lower lip, you chew as he approaches. once he stands closer and is in your general vicinity, you pocket your lighter into the breast pouch of your shirt, lean one hand back and use the other to promptly pat your thigh. a signal. more appropriately termed: a friendly way of telling him to sit the fuck down on the santa jive you had going on. you weren’t here to ho ho ho your jingle bells around and jollily laugh your merry cheeks away. you were here to talk to little timothy about what he had done and figure out if he was getting put on that naughty or nice list. spoiler: he was probably getting put on the naughty list.

“ so what kind of mistake is in the question here. the kind where the condom broke and you realized only after the flight ended or the kind where you tripped over a rock in front of everyone and in the process of it somehow managed to clap your ass together so loud even the deaf grandma on the block heard it. ” you didn’t always talk in such long sentences and preferred not to on a typical, average day, but the moment was just too open to let it go. one inconsistent ramble would be okay. just this once. “ or none of the above. i’m all ears. ”

[gynophobian]

Well, he wasn’t going to sit down, if that was the implication. Not literally on him. That would just be--no. He wasn’t even going to entertain the idea any further, hesitation clear in his body before eventually giving in. It was much easier to give up than usual. Taking a perch across from him, leaning back against an opposite wall... this was probably wrong. And he kept thinking about that. But it wasn’t like right had been a much better option lately. So maybe just tonight, this would fall somewhere in the middle. He wasn’t attempting to decide one way or another.

The swordsman listened to the other with knit brows, face gradually reacting to just how filthy his language was. Some of it still didn’t make sense -- the modern barrier, once again -- but from what he could understand, it was lewd. Foul, even. So many people were just the same as the man here, and it always came as a shock. The things they said would make Ylissean hair curl. Yet he listened all of the same, ignoring the natural color that rose to his cheeks. It was dark enough; it would most likely go unnoticed.

“... I let someone in.” He began, gaze moving to where he knew eyes watched him back upon speaking. The shades and the night made eye contact rather kind on his nerves. “... I didn’t know they’d gotten underneath the surface... until it was too late, but they did. It shouldn’t have happened.” It sounded just as foolish as it had when he’d first come to terms with it, but at least he’d verbalized it this time. At least someone besides those involved knew. Even he could admit that speaking such aged feelings was something of a relief. It was not so simple to be alone, after all. But it was a choice he had long made and had to keep now more than ever.

“And it won’t again.”

[chxmpionofkirkwall-blog]

Ok but what if–and seriously listen here, because it’s a good idea and I’m a genius–you got started talking to a dude who kind of looks like a lady? Like. If you looked at him from behind, you’d be like, hark! who is this fair maiden with luscious locks of blue? until he turns around and makes angry faces and you kind of realize it’s a grumpy guy? Does that idea tickle your pickle?

[stormswake-archive]

[gynophobian]

PASS. COMPLETELY.

[chxmpionofkirkwall-blog]

The offer is still on the table if you wanna make use of it, buddy.

[gynophobian]

Pass. Always pass.

[gynophobian]

He’s back. The man who threatened to arm wrestle him and help him pick up chicks.

[inqeradarchive]

“I won’t sit idly by while they terrorize the city in the name of a false justice. The may have been wronged, but this is not the same world they call home. Things are different here, and I intend to show them that - and to show the rest of this city’s citizens that there is no need to fear such a cowardly group. I’ll need to gather intelligence first to figure out who exactly we’re dealing with, but it won’t be long before we’re ready to move. What do you say, Lon’qu? I could use a hand, if you’re willing.”

[gynophobian]

That sense of determination. A drive and a goal, a willingness to fight. He hadn’t heard someone like this in, truly, months...

“... Yes. I will follow your cause.”

And it felt right. Like coming back home.

[inqeradarchive]

“My thoughts exactly. It’s easy to make yourself look and sound more powerful than you really are. What’s more, there will always be people who are willing to join what they view as the ‘winning side’ no matter what their goals are. I don’t doubt that this video served many purposes… but I’m more interested in what’s to come that what’s already happened. What they’ll do… and what we will do in response.”

[gynophobian]

“.... Then you propose to do something. You’ve an idea.”

[inqeradarchive]

“I take it you’ve seen the video as well? The White Fang, huh… They claim to be powerful, but I wonder about that.”

[gynophobian]

He’d seen a lot of death in his life and, well. Horrifying would put the video lightly. 

“... Scare tactics. There is power in such cowardice. ... It is a question of what else they are capable of.”

[littlemusingthings]

What do we do? 

          We fight.

[stormswake-archive]

      What was with these blond assholes in unnecessary sunglasses and their puppet fetishes?

To: Lon’qu From: Yuan

[✉] rest assured i will never speak of puppets in that manner. [✉] and i don’t recommend you send out any more city-wide texts. it opens the gates for that sort of thing.

[gynophobian]

It would certainly seem like a pattern. Although... they weren’t all bad, if he’d come to know anything at all concerning blondes in sunglasses.

TO: yuan

FROM: lon’qu

MESSAGE:

most wouldn’t 

he is a special case

That’s one way to put it. And a pause as he considered the latter. He was right, at the very least.

so i’ve learned

it seems not everyone is genuine in their aid

[gynophobian]

nice pic call me

OH MY GOD 

[meaghanmark]

it’s all in my head, there’s not much i can do

[stormswake-archive]

      You continue to frown, running your fingers slowly through your hair and leaning back against a streetlight as you check over the rest of your phone’s data. Everything is as it should be – looks like Dave just borrowed it to fuck with Lon’qu. 

      The third message interrupts you before you can finish composing your own, and you snort quietly at it.

To: Lon’qu From: Yuan

[✉] i’d certainly hope i don’t sound like that. but it’s reassuring nonetheless.

[gynophobian]

Well that’s nice, at least. Solace was mutually shared, in fact, knowing that he was no longer talking about something as vile as the aforementioned subject. The idea that Yuan had said any of that was troubling enough on its own -- actually reading into the subject matter? That much worse.

TO: yuan

FROM: lon’qu

MESSAGE:

yes

it was all very weird

and then he mentioned the puppets

that is when i knew

[stormswake-archive]

      You don’t move from your spot on the street after you send the text, back straight and rigid as you stare at the disgusting messages. That someone had stolen your belongings from you, used your name for this –

      Stop. 

      You force your shoulders to relax, closing your eyes to avoid the temptation to read the messages again. What’s done is done. Nobody is hurt, your reputation is fine, and your phone has been returned. It’s alright. You manage to reign in your anger, loosening the tightness in your chest and quieting the rush in your ears.

      (But by all the gods, if he’s done anything else, you’re going to skin him. He’s lucky he left right away.)

      Your phone buzzes again. You scan it quickly, the words not quite sinking in.

To: Lon’qu From: Yuan

[✉] i was careless to let it get stolen like that. it won’t happen again.

[gynophobian]

Unaware of the other’s torment (though he could guess the embarrassment and shame), he blinked at the response. Certainly he didn’t consider it a fault of his, did he? It didn’t seem like it was his intention for this to happen, anyway... Hm.

TO: yuan

FROM: lon’qu

MESSAGE:

it is fine

it’s not your fault

And a pause before he would send something else.

i kind of knew it wasn’t you anyway

[rea-iam-deactivated20221108]

The other page I did for Fire Emblem: Awakening Crossover Fanart Anthology along with this piece. This time it’s Yakuza AU, I was inspired to make it looks like a movie cover instead, I guess it looks like the Chinese martial art movies/series more ehe.

The books are shipped so I’m excited to hold the physical copy in hands, I hope you guys do to! Thanks for the support!

[notzilon]

anyway, enough screaming, this is how i always read lon’qu’s name and now you are cursed as well

[synchronizations]

You hesitate for a second, mulling it over in your head before you decide to concede. You can’t imagine he really likes texting all that much anyway, whereas you spent a good portion of your life only talking to people through these kinds of devices.

TO: Lon’qu. FROM: Dirk.

[ TEXT ] Yeah. [ TEXT ] We can meet somewhere, if you want. [ TEXT ] Whenever you’re up for it, I’m down.

[gynophobian]

Left to his decision, he felt more nervous. It’d been easier when it was Dirk who suggested to do any of this... but why he kept seeking out “easy,” he was certainly unsure of. Perhaps because easy was less tiring. Less trying. He could only stand so much, despite what he may think otherwise.

TO: dirk

FROM: lon’qu

MESSAGE:

now would be best

And, thankfully, they lived rather close to one another.

just outside of our complex

i’ll be out there

Which is where he next found himself, leaning against a railing on the slightly-elevated porch of the entrance to the complex. Around him, apartments turned in for the night. Ahead of him, the district itself, distant lights to show activity going on somewhere farther away. It was darker and quieter here. It suited him better.