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[callmemerry00]

Some random thoughts on these two 🥹

[cimmersartwork]

Ref sheet soooo long overdue for this character, but the wait was worth it because she looks way better than i imaged.

[3cosmicfrogs]

esen giggling and twirling his braids while ouyang debriefs him on how many people died today, and other things that make me discreetly cough blood into a hankerchief.

[owlart18]

Some final Xavia drawings I did before abandoning Legends ZA for Living the Dream! I did a shiny Eevee hunt and got the whole set in one day ahah

(Commission info here | MapleStickerShop | Ko-fi)

[thesonicpunk]

hi… here is a very uh, specific thing, for a subset of people on tumblr...

He who Turned His Back On Fate // The Radiant Emperor Series

Synopsis: Tho neither will admit to it, Ouyang and Esen love each other. But for a Eunuch General and the Prince of Henan in the time of the Great Yuan, love alone is not enough to bridge a river of misunderstanding. Can the thread of destiny be unspooled by a prince’s curiosity and a long lost story of two lovers? How much sacrifice does a second chance take, when it means one of you will have to turn their back on fate? “Fantastic,” Ouyang noted with sarcasm, still hot from the contact of Esen’s hand on his arm, “reading has made you ineloquent, my prince.” Esen’s smile cracked even further. “Do you think I don’t notice how you pick and choose the honorifics you call me when we’re alone, dealing me sweetness and formality in the same breath as you taunt me to sharpen the blow?”

Chapter 1 - The Red Book

Ouyang had gone to his residence first. The sun had set, so he expected to find him there. But, of course, Esen wasn’t in his chambers. With one of his wives, Ouyang supposed. He made his way down the hallways of the estate going anywhere butback to his own room. Tho he didn’t visibly flinch when the thought of it occurred to him, the general did feel the all too familiar tinge of irritation straining at his neck. 

It wasn’t, of course, because of Esen.

Well.

Esen certainly had much to do with his irritation, but not in any way that also regarded his wives, nor his visits to their residences. Ouyang knew, of course he knew - theoretically - what happened between men and women, tho he cared very little to understand in detail how that brought about any pleasure. He had wondered, foolishly, when he was younger. It was hard not to, with every other slave and servant boy his age throwing in his face that he couldn’t, wouldn’t, ever, know. Ouyang had made quick work of silencing them. With time, he learnt to realise that it didn’t matter. Whatever people, men, felt made them incredibly stupid with the heat of it. Important decisions made carelessly, fates and destinies forged and overturned because of some animal sensation, some senseless desire for a woman.

Still, it was long past thinking he could ever feel something, long past wanting to, that Ouyang dreamt. The dream occurred shortly after meeting a boy, someone who touched him without recoiling, someone who touched him without making him want to recoil. His dream was less a dream and more a vision of diving into deep green, and then words whispered into his ear like honey. When he thought back to it, Ouyang didn’t dare acknowledge the words that had been said, much less the voice in which they came, nor the boy they belonged to. But he remembered. He also remembered the sudden warmth, the blind eruption by his stomach, the buried place it had come from. It woke him up from his sleep, and the shock of the sensation drove him out of his bed and into the cold stone slates of the floor. Ouyang remembered how deeply wrong it all had felt, the fear it had lead into him. Back then, the scarring of his castration was raw to him still, rawer than now at least, and Ouyang cried quietly through the rest of the night, not certain if he did so because of the longing he now felt or because of how the undesirable feeling had lodged itself within him. 

The general was deep into his thoughts when his desperate need to put his shame aside brought him back to the real world, to this present time where he had long learnt to push those feelings aside. Across the courtyard, he noticed a flickering light deep into a wing of the palace that was under renovation: another concubine for the Khan, another much needed alliance.

No guards in sight.

Despising the security team’s efforts and in desperate need for a distraction, Ouyang made his way across the deck to reach it, the coolness of the night embracing him as he dipped into the moonlight. How foolish it was to remember such a time when there were things to attend to in the real world.

Back inside, Ouyang followed the source of the light and lowered his blade upon what he found. It sliced through the air, breaking the silence of his quiet approach.

“General,” Esen said, looking up at him. It had sounded more like an acknowledgment of Ouyang’s presence rather than a greeting.

The prince was sitting down on the floor, his back against the wall. He was wearing a simple tunic and his hair was unbraided, falling loosely around his shoulders but deftly tucked behind his ears. Ouyang noticed, as he often did, the casual way Esen belonged to his own body. Still, among it, something was amiss: there was a sadness to Esen’s presence that was hardly ever there. A heaviness in his eyes. 

“You shouldn’t be out unguarded like this, Prince Esen.” Ouyang was used to looking away, so he did. He returned formality where it was owed. His eyes stalked around the perimeter, taking in the safety of the environment around them.

Surprisingly - tho maybe it shouldn’t have been, for Esen always had a way of closing in on you when you pushed away - his concern made the prince laugh. A genuine, heartfelt laugh. Ouyang fought away the pride he felt at himself for having drawn out such a reaction when moments before the prince had been the gloomiest he’d ever seen him. 

“Well, it seems you will have to stay and guard me then, General Ouyang.” A smirk played on Esen’s lips, but it softened as Ouyang made eye contact with him again. “Sit,” the prince gestured to the space on the floor next to him. Esen also had a way of drifting in between friendship and command, free flowing from one to the other as tho to him the former could come without the latter.

But it couldn’t.

Not to Ouyang. 

read the rest here! 

[thecrystalmountainsystem]

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Alright part two! Oh hey thats why the celebi tag was there Anyway so if anyone dosn't know anything about the wereverse. (or even if you do.) it is called that because a large portion of the population is shapeshifters (there are three different types of shapeshifters our dear lysandre here is a draconid which typically correlate to the various dragon clans . and our dear sycamore is a werepokemon. as noted by the two werespikes on his head. We're going to ask for patience from anyone who may yyy be a little confused having seen my other works in this verse. since we am posting this before season 2 starts in hidden swords not everything may be clear yet. :). so hang in there a few pages. on either comic.

Also LYSANDRE A LOT OLDER in this au. Zygarde typicaly up to a millennia . though he is relativly young for one. As confirmed here he is over a century old. and also is directly decended from AZ rather than his brother

anyway sycamore is suspicious lysandre is suspicious wonderfull way to meet.

[maria-taiwin]

Baoxiang and Ouyang being devastated about Esen's death would have been predictable, everyone would know it, but what amazed me is their devastation to the knowledge that Esen's death was worthy of nothing, it gave no realization. Maybe just one: that they wasted their chance to tell how much they loved each other out loud. They will no longer be able to fix it, because Esen is dead and he will never come back and there is nothing that can console them because they were the ones who killed him for the belief that revenge would fill the emptiness they had inside. But it didn't. They lost and became mentally unstable because they didn't grasp how much more important love was. They couldn’t believe it or understand it. All of them failed to nurture their true good feelings, in order to adapt into what society ot destiny expected, and they paid for it with agony.

[eaglewind13]

New year, new look! I decided to update my old design for this character who is my art mascot of sorts. I'm gonna call her Esen for now.