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things are getting a lil too real - 19 yrs old

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☆~ The Sun loves the Moon so much that he dies every night to let her breathe, and in return, she reflects his love.

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[aratribow]

Their asses are NOT sparring your honour

[sweet-coconat]

Tribbie asks only valid questions.

[ochiody]

domestic phaidei sweep

[meebochii]

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[evernight-veil]

phainon fucks you as a form of self-care

poor sleep schedule? relapsing mentally? period cramps? hes got the solution guys dw

[lov3-ly]

I wanna put my drawings here again but im scared of getting tomatoes thrown at me..

[despairots]

shhhh….. since 3.5 was peak here’s ur meal / modern au, implied male reader

phainon stared up at you between your legs, puppy eyes and all as you blinked down at him. what… was he doing? you two were doing a project and the next thing you know, he’s relaxing in between your legs while massaging the flesh of your thighs.

“phainon,” you called out his name sternly, phainon giving you a cheeky, closed eyed smile.

you narrowed your eyes, “what are you doing?” the white haired man just chuckled, laying one of his cheeks onto your thighs with a lovesick smile, “don’t worry about it.” you scoffed at his comment, flicking his forehead before leaning back onto the couch, refusing to acknowledge the way your cheeks flushed.

“i should be worried about it.”

“you shouldn’t.”

“phainon.” the man just kissed the inside of your thighs, finding the way you tensed up adorable. one of phainon’s hands went up to intertwine with yours, “i’m serious.” you and phainon went into a staring contest, a single raise of your eyebrow making phainon sigh in defeat.

“fine! you’re so scary, [n].” the pout on his face made you smile just a bit before he opened his mouth again, “squish me with your thighs.”

silence.

“what the fuck, phainon. i’m not your boyfriend, i won’t do that...”

“wha—you literally are my boyfie :(“

[emofsparda]

Does anyone else tend to read fluff fics first when getting into a new character? Like if it’s a character I’ve been reading for a while for then I’m fine with reading smut but if it’s a new character I wanna hold off on that.

[danijaci]

dog tricks ft. phainon

so uhh this is not exactly a comic, just a short fun vid inspired by that tiktok audio heheheh wnjoy

[box-artist]

Would you ever draw more Blade? I saw that one drawing u did of him and Geshu Lin and I'm ouugjdvhvd you draw him so yummy so gonjus pls I'm clawing at the door

Jokes aside I just wanna say your art in general is honestly so gorgeous 🥺❤️ I've never been much of a Phainon fan (he's a great character but Blade holds my heart) but honestly I love seeing your art no matter what character it is! Feel like your art alone is pulling me out of my artblock ❤️

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my fav depressed old man ❤️

[lov3-ly]

I can see mydei being one of those kinds of people who refuses to cry at the start of the relationship because they dont want to be seen as weak, especially a man in his position. You would have to coax him into letting those walls down one by one until you have him stripped of any defenses in your arms.

he doesnt wail or sob, he just shakes in your arms, burying his face into your shoulder. He is a quiet crier but it felt so so good to let go of all that grief from losing his second family, being forced to die over and over again in the sea of souls. Each tear that rolls down his cheek felt like a brick being lifted off his shoulders.

after that first night of being able to cry he let himself feel more emotions more often as long as you’re there. He doesnt hide them as much, he is able to say what he needs (some of the times though, he still depends on you being able to read his body language most of the time.) he starts to feel more human now thanks to that one incident.

[st4rofeden]

Phainon pretends he's fine. of course he does, always been. the moment something wounds him— he masks it with louder talks, wider smiles, fills every room with his poetic antics. he complimented everyone he walks past, starts a tragic limerick mid-sentence, even bantering with anyone at his field of vision. but the jokes lands too fast. the smile dont quite reach his eyes. you'll notice when he misuses a metaphor. when he says "sunlight" but his eyes meant lonely. he becomes to theatrical, trying to convince himself he's still bright.and when it gets bad, he vanishes to the highest rooftop, not to sulk, but to shrink. you spot him there with wind-tossed hair and hands folded tightly in his lap, staring at the stars without speaking. he'll still joke when you sit beside him. he'll still say things like “What is a heart but a messy, red clock prone to melodrama?” but when you rest your head on his shoulder, he'll finally exhale, long and slow. and eventually— quietly, like a confession he'll say: “Sometimes I wonder if I burn too much just to hide how hollow I feel.” and when you wrap your arms around him? That's when he cracks, pent up anxiety begin to follow up, he slumps “Ah I'm fine truly! the stars are no—” you cut him off before he finishes. “I need a hug.” you didn't, cheeky. but he did. he'll caress your back soothingly, praising and comforting you like it's his duty. all while he's the one clinging tightly to your warmth, almost squishing you as he buries his face to your neck, to hide himself against the world in your solace

When Anaxagoras is upset, he disappears—but not physically. he's still there, standing exactly where you left him earlier, still doing what he’s supposed to— organizing files, adjusting blueprints, giving sharp lectures with zero stutters. but his voice loses cadence. his sentences turn clipped. he speaks only when necessary, and when he does, it feels like a door half-closed. He won't tell you what’s wrong. Not until he sorted it, dissected it, classified the pain and determined whether it’s irrational. you'll find him in his office late, sitting in the dark, staring at his hands like he doesn't quite trust them. he won't ask for comfort, but when you quietly sit beside him— bring him tea, brush your fingers against his knuckles—he'll pause, just briefly. and if you say nothing, if you give him the silence he understands, he'll lean toward you, just enough that your shoulders touch. Later, maybe hours later, when the lights are still low and your head is on his lap, his stiff shoulders slowly relax as you run your fingers on his scalp, other hand softly rubs your thumb on his cheek. he'll murmur quietly,  “I don’t like this version of myself. But I’m grateful you still choose to be near him.”

Mydeimos gets quiet. not in a cold or distant way— he's never cruel to you— but in that heavy, suffocating silence of someone who doesn't want to burden you. his jaw clenches more than usual. his responses shrink to nods and low grunts, and when you try to get close, he almost flinches— not from you, but from the fear of spilling something he’s worked too hard to lock down. he trains harder on bad days. days in the sparring yard long after sundown, fists wrapped tight, his body glistening with sweat, pushing himself to the edge of collapse. and still, he'll say he's "fine". but if you find him after— press a cool cloth to his bruised knuckles, gently clean his face with cloth and cold water, kiss the lines between his brows, and whisper “you don’t have to hold it all in”— he’ll stop. you'll feel the exhale in his throat. and then, almost reluctantly, he'll sink into you. maybe sit on the bench, head bowed into your chest , arms around your waist like you’re the only thing tethering him, all while his warriors glanced when they get past. no, he doesn't really care. and he won’t speak for a long while. but when he does, its hoarse. “I don’t know how to say it. but... I needed you today. I always do.”

[luvlyycy]

um neighbor!phainon has a raging pet play kink and its gonna make him explode. [phainon is horny]

You didn't mean to. It sort of, just slipped out when you saw him. Maybe the inclination of being called a dog— or a puppy was far too much for him to handle in his current mindset.

You stare at his face as he watches you eat, his eyes wide with a soft smile on his face.

"You're like a puppy."

He freezes, the hypothetical tail behind him stops wagging and he darts his face away, "I am?" it's a good thing maybe. Maybe, maybe not. But it shoots straight between his legs.

You stare as you chomp on some chips, "Mhm." you reply, "You follow me around, and are kind of bad at commands–" you giggle, "but you'll learn."

He smiles to himself, eyes locked onto the ground as pink dusts his cheeks and ears.

"Am I a good puppy?"

You look at him with a confused look before thinking, "Yeah." you nod, "You are a good puppy."

He stifles a groan, feeling himself twitch against his pants. This is torture, he thinks. You indirectly saying he's a dog— it fuels his imagination and makes him worse. You don't even know that you're doing it.

That's what makes it worse. You eye him and tilt your head, noticing his silence, "Is that bad?" he hums softly.

"No. Not at all."

If he had a tail it'd be wagging. He faces you and his lips curl upwards with a grin, "Would you.. pet my head if I was a puppy?"

You place your hand onto his hair, fingers rustling against his scalp— similar to how you'd scratch a dog's head.

"There you go, pup."

Maybe you think it's a joke, or some silly interaction. He closes his eyes before you could catch the way they roll back.

Would you pet his head like this if he were rubbing his dick to you? Maybe while he was being a good dog and cleaning up the mess between your legs? Would you buy him a collar that says his name?

"You're funny, Phainon."

"Mhmm.. this actually feels really good." he takes a joking tone, as he laughs it out.

"I would give you a little cage and two shiny silver bowls that say sweetie." you giggle out and retract your hand.

He just stares, mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water.

"Oh! You'd also be able to sleep in my bed! But I'd get you a nice dog bed by mine in case you'd want that one instead."

Are you serious?

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[kafkari]

The Complexity of Blade

Art Credit:  @deciqm on Twitter

Blade is different. He is a complex character. He is shaped by hatred and fueled by vengeance. He is a rough sword. Chipped on the sides, yet it retains some value. He is an enemy if you don't know him, yet he is only an acquaintance if you know him.

Blade is weird. He knows it. The callouses on his hands are apparent with that. He watches kids laugh, parents hold them with such tender love and fragility, that it almost sickens him. He wonders why he must be this way. Shaped from death, and awakened like a zombie, he hates the feeling of others. Why? Cause he is aware that he can lose anything at the tip of his fingers.

The fragility of morality is such a weird thing to Blade now. When he looks at Kafka and Silverwolf, he is reminded that they are only humans with a limited lifespan. He doesn't have friends, and he fears the thought of losing them.

He doesn't want friends because he is a loner, he doesn't want friends because he fears to be a loner when they leave. He is a terrified man, and he only wishes for the one thing that will save him. Death.

Blade shows depression, and yet no one recognizes it. He powers through because when he was younger, it purely did not exist. He is tired of the thought of immortality. So to see kids say they could wish forever with life and vitality, he scoffs in disappointment. Immortality is a curse to him.

Mara is a curse to him.

He is shocked none of the other Stellaron Hunters may fear him, but he supposes they are all fucked up in a way.

It hurts so much though. His bones ache, his mind screams for relief, and his muscles hurt.

So yes, Blade is different.

But he wishes he wasn't.

[sxpphotales]

i (WE) love blade but frankly? we need more of genderbend blade. why? don’t ask me. ask my inner demons who crave fem blade bc i have an entire gallery in my album dedicated to genderbent hsr char and femlock.

so genderbent!blade x gn!reader headcanons. let’s get moving people. if you wanna read this as just a normal blade x gn!reader but swapping the fem prns with masc, that’s fine by me idc.

oh my gosh. blade who literally just shows up at your house with blood all over herself—a mix of her own and another person’s—and she just stares at you like a wet cat. she has that “let me in” stare in her eyes, but she doesn’t enter unless you directly let her enter. it’s genuinely like she’s some kind of a vampire.

blade who doesn’t like physical touch at all but lets your initiate the slightest and i mean slightest bits of physical touch. by slight i mean like maybe hold her pinky if you get lucky. she immediately recoils from hand holding and sits on the far right of the couch whenever you wanna get cuddly. it’s heartbreaking, but it’s her boundaries. she doesn’t hate you; she just extremely gets uncomfortable from physical touch so she strictly avoids it.

blade who, after getting half mangled, just shows up at your house and asks if she can take a bath. she doesn’t head back to the stellaron hunters; she only goes to you. sometimes, she lets you help her scrub her back. sometimes you’re just blushing and trying to be respectfully looking away, but blade herself is just staring into the water and enjoying the sensation. it feels like a massage almost. your hands are soft and gentle, almost like you’re afraid to break blade, which she finds funny because i mean it’s blade. have you seen and heard her? she refuses all physical touch except for this intimate moment where she lets you gently touch her skin. you usually just leave a towel and hop out whenever you’re done, but sometimes, she makes you stay and you two just stare at each other awkwardly.

blade who doesn’t enjoy small talk. she likes quality time and being in your presence. she likes just sitting around you, but as soon as you open your mouth to say something, she glares at you and almost mouths “shut up.” you just cower down and she usually doesn’t care, but if you genuinely look sad, she’ll just let you talk, but she won’t probably be listening.

blade who doesn’t let you treat her wounds because she’s just simply too avoidant of that intimacy. but if you insist, she’ll just sit there without a word and you would be bandaging up whatever wounds you’ve got there. you will be humming to yourself, awkwardly laughing whenever blade grumbles about it, and pat her leg when it’s all treated. her eyes are dull, but they soften ever so slightly whenever you do bandage her.

honestly blade who doesn’t even realize you two are dating. she has been seeing this entire ordeal as the most intense platonic relationship ever. she never clarified that this was a romantic thing. she has perplexed emotions. she doesn’t know whether she actually likes you or if this is just a situationship because she is so fucked up after trying to die for years. meanwhile you’re here thinking that blade is playing with your feelings and that you’re gonna be dumped soon (surprisingly you’re not).

blade who refuses to wear a dress at all costs and just hisses whenever you hold up matching outfits (dresses if you’re both girls, maybe a dress and suit if you go masc/gn). she might reluctantly wear it and it actually fits her nicely, but then she takes it off the next second. she says she doesn’t like the feeling of air against her bare skin on her legs.

blade who is constantly mistaken as a man every time you two are together in a public space (which is extremely rare) because she keeps dressing like either a kidnapper, a thug, or just a warrior. you don’t mind it, but she looks like she kidnapped you and you’re being held hostage.

blade who is still frankly slightly taller than you even as a woman bc blade. a slightly taller girlfriend and whenever you wanna give her affection or talk to her, you need to sit on tables or counters and frankly, she finds that amusing. the first time you asked for a kiss and she slightly nodded (hoping that you wouldn’t notice), you go on your tippy toes and try to kiss her, but then you trip and you just fall face flat ON her. she’s glaring at you while you’re blushing furiously in embarrassment as in “why me.” you two did share a kiss at some point, just that the first attempt went horribly.

blade who has to fall victim to any of your hobbies whenever she gets free time. you can be making flower crowns and putting them on her head and she’s just sighing, but whenever you do a stupid grin, she’s suppressing a soft look. she likes seeing you smile; she never admits it though.

blade who sees you fallen asleep on your couch while waiting for her and just sighs as she walks over, picks you up by slinging you over her shoulder, and just plops you down on your bed. she wants to just leave, but subconsciously, she drapes the blanket over you and even closes all windows before leaving. the post-tucking-in-partner clarity hits her hard and she questions what the fuck she’s doing instead of getting revenge.

blade who just nods whenever you smile and wave at her while saying “i love you.” she doesn’t know what to say back and just doesn’t say anything back. she acknowledges it though. she never just ignores it.

you know the i love my wife meme?

this but you’re red, screaming that with your heart out, and blade is blue, but instead of being giddy, she’s staring down in embarrassment.

she loves you. it’s perplexing and a mix of emotions, but she surprisingly does love you. if you met her in different circumstances, she would’ve probably been more open with it, but unfortunately, not in this life. yeah.

[harmonysanreads]

Silly things Phainon does when he's bored/wants your attention.

Places one pancake under your chin, another on top of your head and declares that he's going to “eat this stack of honeycakes in one bite”.

Plops down beside you belly up and keeps on dramatically sighing.

Calls out your name, when you acknowledge him, he goes quiet, when you return to whatever you were doing he calls out your name again with more urgency ; repeat until you stomp towards him.

Picks you up, shakes you like a salt shaker, sets you down somewhere with a cushion, goes away like nothing happened.

Makes you wear all the antique jewelry in his collection and eventually, makes a barricade around you with everything else he owns, too. Then says, “This is the culmination of my whole life's finances and yet, you remain the most invaluable.”

Pokes you.

Plays with your hair. He thinks he can pull off that one over-complicated hairstyle he saw online.

Tells you jokes and puns.

Pretends to be your shadow and follows you around everywhere wordlessly. Whoever laughs first loses.

Rage-baits you with atrocious outfit suggestions so that you'll start debating with him.

Tells you that he knows a magic trick and detaches his ahoge (it was a fake one).

Calls you (you're literally just a wall apart) but, he's stealthily taken your phone with him. When you're close enough in search of it, he pounces.

Starts mentioning random facts about things.

Starts gossiping about the Council of Elders and that one annoying classmate he had.

Asks you questions like, “How do you think the fishes at Styxia taste?”

Tickles you.

Doodles his neck tattoo, little stars, leaves and flowers on your palm.

Talks about all the adventures he wants to do with you in the future.

Gently headbutts your arm, thigh and cheek to suggest that he demands pets.

Aggressively rubs his face on you when you still don't get/ignore the hint.

Can and will bite you.

Pretends to get hurt so that you'll pay attention to him.

Wrestles titankin, stacks them on top of each other and proudly shows off his ‘hunt’ to you. Please praise him.