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Very, VERY experimental ft. Been some time since I last draw Vulcānus, isn't it?

#ally's ocs #original character #gijinka #OC: Vulcānus #Wanted to see if I draw this similar to how I paint physically (<- just spent the entire afternoon at school painting) what'd happen #But it went wrong fairly quickly. But THEN I noticed the pink and blue looked pretty fun so I took it and just ran :V #... Lol

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Yep, it was them who threw corrupted Pizzelle to Peppino and others

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆: @lianhuaes // JIANG CHENG

a clarity bell is being pressed into the palm of his hand— looking exactly like the yunmeng jiang sect's one, except with red threads woven in between the violet threads of the tassel. jiang wanyin is staring pretty hard at wei wuxian as he gives it, a forlorn look distant in his eyes. "i found it," he says simply, a lie easily slipping between his teeth. he had not found it- he had it specially made.

HE NEVER FOUND A PLACE that was meant for him, it seems. Never felt like he'd fit in the whites and blues of Gusu Lan — anything but black made him look too fragile and feel as if his own skin was being peeled off again, layer by layer. The face staring back at him from the other side of the mirror isn't his own either, and yet the bleeding wound in his heart is what he calls a home, a ghost lingering at the threshold, never daring to cross to either side. The clarity bell cuts into the skin of his palm, sharp edges and bright scarlet, a memento of the past he could no longer return to, another one etched into the gaze of his shidi — it's enough to forget how to breathe.

The last few times they've seen each other, Wei Wuxian had his silent guardian loom over, a wordless observer, his watchful keeper who never insisted of staying too close yet never dared to leave his husband's side, as if the mere idea of Jiang Wanyin would reopen every wound of old. He'd try to reason with it and fail, understanding sitting heavy in his chest as he allowed it every time, but they're alone today, of all days, and he chokes on a breathless laugh, eyes aflame. ❝ Found it, ❞ Wei Wuxian echoes, barely amused. Right. It's been an uphill battle for too long. Fingers tighten around the bell, around the hand caught in his own for a brief moment. He craves to attempt the impossible again, wherever his home might be he would never be anything but a wanderer. Him, a married man, a breaker of promises. ❝ Jiang Cheng– ❞ he doesn't think, nor does he wish to ponder the consequences. He does what he's always done — and smiles, that broken little smile that reaches his eyes and brings the shining of tears to light, and then, arms snake around his shidi's stiff, slumped shoulders. The embrace isn't tentative or careful, he rushes into it as he always did, as Jiang Cheng once did too, for the first time in three months, and it lets him breathe again when the world stops spinning. Maybe he never wished to grow up, never learned how to. Maybe clinging to the warmth of old memories is the only thing he knows. He's already apologized a thousand times before, gone half of this new life expecting a punch. Not today. ❝ Thank you. ❞

#lianhuaes #── * VERSE : revived.#... lol #jc gets a hug and that's final