❦ 𝓐 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓕𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭'𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 ── winter, cherry kissed and ivory lace wrapped. she/her ⋄ 25+ ⋄ tending to her little reliquary of selfship musings, multifandom affections and personal indulgences ⋄ devotee to doomed love, eternal longing, and beautiful things preserved far beyond their time. 𓍢ִ໋
ִ adored by sylus ⋄ mourned by blade ⋄ cherished by wriothesley
“ you before anyone else. let the world knock; it may wait. come here, my treasure. your comfort is the first duty of my hands, and all other obligations may stand patiently at the door until i have seen you smile. ”
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𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 love and deepspace, honkai star rail, genshin impact, black butler, jujutsu kaisen, wind breaker, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, boku no hero academia, blue lock, attack on titan, demon slayer, vanitas no carte
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𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 since this blog is also a selfshipping space for me, i sometimes take the freedom of blocking any non-sharing people (triggered by negative experiences in the past) i happen to stumble across. i am sharing with all my ships but i don't want any more drama over something like this. no hard feelings!
ps: if i leave a ❤︎ on your post, it has been added to my queue and i will reblog it as soon as i have had time to leave tags i am happy with to show you my support!
[moot on tt requested wrio without a shirt and scars (ill draw anything if it doesnt include those damn genshin clothes). So i made a quick wrio🙂↕️ he got punched and punched back ouh. Also, id call this practice since i didnt have a ref whatsoever and tried to remember anatomy from my mind, so hopefully its not too wonky]
"your light has a way of finding me, even in darkness."
warnings: blood, injuries, possible death, self ship lore
Blade's sword swings through the air in desperation, cutting down enemies with elegance and ruthlessness alike. Though, the viciousness in his fight is not for himself. His every strike, every parry, is to keep them away from her.
Because what should have been a routine mission turned into chaos, the kind that threatens to devour. She stands at his back, her own attacks lacking their usual finesse. He hears it—the faltering in her steps, the cracks in her voice as she calls out his name.
"Blade, watch out!"
He is already moving, body twisting with lethal grace as he cuts down the cursed beast lunging at them. But there is more, there is always more.
His vision tunnels as the Mara pulses inside him, clawing at his sanity, whispers of blood and carnage and endless, twisted pleasure.
"Stay back!" Blade's voice comes out as a strained, aggressive snap. She is too close. Always trying to help, to shield him from harm.
Foolish. Brave. He is harm personified.
The battle turns into a blur of blood and violence as the Mara strikes, a poisonous tide that swallows Blade's senses and twists his will. He doesn't even realise when his sword turns on her.
By the time clarity seeps back in, his hands are coated in blood. Her blood. His weapon lies discarded somewhere on the floor the moment she crumples before him, her eyes wide and pained, her hand trembling as it clutches her side.
He should have sent her away. Should have never let her near his cursed existence again.
"No… No, no, no…" Blade's voice cracks, terror tightening his throat as he collapses to his knees beside her. His bandaged hand, slick with her blood, reaches for...
"Yingxing…" His name is a whisper, a plea on her lips.
The Mara still rages within him, especially now with the call of that name, its memories and burden. But his fear of losing her again overpowers its pull. Strong arms wrap around her, cradling her as if his touch alone can undo the damage he himself has caused.
What could be a romantic moment, is destroyed by the macabre scenery around them; blood pools beneath them, mingling with the delicate petals of spider lilies that blossom and float in the air.
The feeling of her limp body makes Blade's stomach twist. "My dear," his voice sounds near frantic. "Winter, look at me." Her eyes are losing focus, blinking slowly, as if sleep is the only thing calling her now. He can't afford to let her slip away. Not again.
"You need to heal yourself," Blade orders, his tone harsh and trembling all at once. "Now."
Healing. Right. That's what she needs to do. Her fingers twitch against the wound, attempting to do as he says. A faint glow of pale light follows, weak and unsteady, though the wound knits itself too slowly. Yet through it all, she keeps a gentle smile.
Blade's grip on her tightens, as if holding her together with sheer will alone. "Talk to me," he urges. "Stay awake."
She is trying. He sees the effort in the faint tremor of her body, but it isn’t enough.
“Can't… Can't focus…” She admits, her eyes searching his with a desperation that mirrors his own. Her strength is dwindling far too quickly.
"Please," he says, the word foreign and fractured on his tongue. "Don't leave me." There's something tragic in the way he pleads. Blade, who never begs for anything. Who never admits to weakness. And now his voice cracks, his eyes frantic and glossy.
A tear slips from his lash line before he can stop it, tracing a shimmering line down his cheek before dropping onto hers.
Her expression flickers with something painfully warm, almost too much to bear. Love. Love for him, even now. Even when he has nothing but madness and death to offer her.
How can she look at him like that?
Despite it all, she wishes she could do more. Could offer him the comfort he needs. "It's not your fault," she murmurs. A lie meant to soothe. To ease the horror etched into his features. "Never... was."
Blade's chest stings, something between anger and despair coiling in his ribs. Because even as her life slips through his fingers, she’s trying to look after him.
“I'm so sorry,” he whispers, but the words are falling apart as he clings to her, as though the strength of his embrace could keep her anchored to this world, to him. “I… I didn't mean to— I swear, I never—”
His voice cracks and shatters, the sobs he fights to contain causing his shoulders to tremble. The spider lilies continue to bloom around them, their vibrant red petals swaying gently in the air, suspended between life and death.
“I love you, Yingxing.” She whispers, the words filled with a sincerity so pure it feels like a knife twisting his heart.
“Don't say that. Not when you're…” Blade tries to argue, but he can't bring himself to say the word.
“Dying?” Her lips twitch into a weak, humorless smile. “If that's the case, I'll say it again. I love you, Blade. No matter what.”
He should say it back. He should tell her that he loves this strange, odd, familiar, lovely woman. But words fail him. His fingers tangle in her hair, desperate, clinging to her like she is the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity. His madness, his curse, all of it feels so distant when her eyes are on him.
“I'm not letting you die. I'll tear this world apart before I let that happen again,” he vows, with a low, loving voice despite his words. Blade's forehead rests against hers, the coolness of her skin a painful reminder of her waning strength.
“Then… you better keep holding me.”
He does. Even as the others arrive. Even as they try to take her from his arms. Blade's hands refuse to release her, she is his destiny he can't bear to sever.
THE CHIBIS ARE MAKING ME VIOLENTLY SOB EACH TIME HE IS SO GRUMPY!! MAKES ME WANNA PINCH IS CHEEK MHMHM
I’M SO LATE HAPPY WINDEVERSARYYYYYY I LOVE YOU i hope you’ll always be able pepper each other’s faces with kisses whenever you want forever and ever🥹💗
WAHHH YOURE NOT LATE! NOT AT ALL TWINTER <33 thank you so much i hope we can keep kissing forever more and always >< (YOU AND ME AS WELL AS BLADIE AND ME)
EEEE ITS WINDE DAY!! 🥹💖💖💖 Happy anniversary to you and your Blade I don’t know if you’ve ever answered this but if you have I’m sorry for the repeat BUT in honor of your anniversary what was the moment for your both originally that made you realize your feelings for the other? I’d love to know 🥺 Happy anniversary again my loveliest Winnie 💖
THANK YOU SO MUCH SAMMYYY!!! <333
Q.Q going back so far...... oh i must admit that i always indulge in the time we were already married and living our best lives on the luofu rather than the beginnings (especially because that is a little tough to answer since i only put a small amount of thought into my past!)
ok ok so i will try my best, i would most likely imagine them meeting under similar circumstance as they connect in their latest life, through my fortune telling.
perhaps at the time i was still learning my way around and offered free readings to (un)fortunate bypassers and perhaps, i could imagine, blade a quiet anxious guy fixated on an erand for acquiring a special material for a weapon. and she sensed his agitation, found a curiosity in his spirit and wanted to try my abilities with him. perhaps something about strong mental fortitude hiding an insecurity she could sense type of thing? perhaps after pestering the young smith for a while, she convinced him to agree, gave him a reading that shaped his success in regards to this weapon. something something about my encouragement allowing him to believe more in himself, whether my readings are true or not
sort of, like, he comes back since then for more readings when he gets a new contract for a weapon? idk i think that would be cute little thing for him to do, to have believed in my readings back then. since mara struck blade was a firm 'scoffer' during his morning readings as stellaron hunters but he still keeps coming back. like he was always extremely talented and such a harsh critic to his craft, i think a divine encouragement somehow made him feel more sure for some way (though it was less the readings and more just my presence and our talks and the way i believed in him from the start somehow?)
anyway, so, i think along the way he might have fallen for the calm he feels in my presence and the inspiration he experiences when talking / interacting / admiring things (like my jewellery, my planisphere). like he found beauty in all the little details ><
i think i fell for how tender hearted and kind he always ways. a quiet lover, but somehow so loud in the way he showed it always. the attention to detail and the way he showed up for the people he loves :(
