Jupiter who lay dead awake the night before his wunsoc graduation because he knew it was the last time he and his Unit were going to be together before most of them moved away to continue thier lives
SO i was on call with a friend and I sent them this image and i could not. stop. laughing at it. and then i proceeded to force feed a bunch of gif websites this image all while crying my eyes out and trying not to scream like i was dying
Here is a compilation of them below,.,,, WARNING for MANY fast moving images + flashing colours !!! like.... IMMEDIATELY.
extra context i feel is important. this was nearing like 12 am,,,, not the latest but i was certainly ready to sleep
and then this one above reminded me. of something, so i made this
COLLISION.
now thats just him
I had to remove the second one LMFAOOO
step into my office !!!!!! dont be shy
THIS ONE. this one. oh my god ok
so this one !!! ^^^ this one fucking JUMPSCARED ME. because he somehow??? escaped??????? the frame of the website and IT WAS HORRIFYING. as seen below
exploded
we're almost done i swear..
flea.
and OFC we had to do Makesweet bro
we stand for the flag here
thank you for joining me in this delirium <3<3<3<3
KAISER JUST SAY KAISER YOU MEAN KAISER I KNOW IT’S KAISER
- @cruel-hiraeth
but kae i WOULD Neeeeever like kaiser... i'd never imagine softness with him... i would never imagine a world where he could learn that he deserves it. never never NEVER
Character: Dainsleif (ft. Diluc)
Constellation: Corvus
Season: Winter
Genre: Angst with a Happy Ending
@stygianoir here is your request.
Summary: Diluc and Dainsleif chase an abyss herald into a domain. Dain takes a blow for Diluc.
CW: Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/comfort, a little blood and violence
Word Count: 1140
Dainsleif x Diluc
A/N: There’s not as much overt symbolism as I’d like, at least on the winter end. And the crows took a little work.
They say One is for Sorrow*
Dainsleif creeps down the hallway of a domain in southern Mondstadt, not far from the Dawn Winery.
His footsteps, as soft as they are, echo off the walls only to be eaten by the shadows.
Without Diluc watching his back and lighting their way with vision-conjured flame, Dain finds himself looking over his shoulder and waiting for a mob of hilichurls to descend on him.
But none do. Time ticks on, marked by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing, but the halls remain empty.
Dain frowns, After a month and more of scouting, he and Diluc identified this domain as an Abyss Herald’s hide out.
There should be hilichurls. There should be abyss mages. If they aren’t here, then they must be in Diluc’s chosen route.
Dainsleif tamps down the desire to turn back the way he came and give Diluc some help. He should know as well as anyone else just how skilled the tycoon is. With as many practice bouts as they’ve had, not all of them going the way of the ancient guardsman, he can’t deny that Diluc can take care of himself.
As it is, the domain floor plan indicates that the two hallways splitting from the junction they separated at meets in a large chamber-- presumably where the Abyss Herald is residing.
No. He has to stick to the plan and meet Diluc in the chamber, hitting anything that’s in there from two sides.
Sometime later, Dainsleif reaches the door to the main chamber. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, draws his sword, and activates the door’s mechanism.
He enters the room, checking every corner before making his way to the center.
Diluc isn’t there and neither is the abyss herald, though there are traces of the monster scattered here and there.
After a few moments of searching, the second door to the room opens and Diluc walks in, coming to stand by the older man.
“Nothing?”
Dain shakes his head. “It’s been here but it’s not----”
An abyssal portal forms behind the red-head and their target steps out, raising its blade to attack.
“Diluc!”
As the Herald attacks the past flashes before Dain’s eyes.
A city in ruins. Women running. Men shouting. The howling of abyssal beasts.
A travel companion calling him an enemy.
Halfdan, the most loyal of soldiers, giving his life for him and the ones they once swore to protect.
No. No. No. Not him. Not again.
Before Dainsleif can register his own actions, he’s moving, pushing his lover out of the way, and putting his own exposed chest in the path of the falling blade.
Water meets flesh and Dain’s world goes dark.
******
Diluc’s world moves in agonizing slow motion. He stumbles a foot backward and as Dainsleif is cut down by the Abyss Herald’s blade.
For a moment the image of his fallen lover is layered over the image of his father.
No. No. No nonono.
Diluc closes the distance between them using his body to shield the older man as wave after wave of blue-white flame fills the room.
After what feels like an eternity, the fire dies down, revealing a charred abyss herald corpse and an otherwise empty room.
It only then that he realizes that despite the blood still pouring from the wound on Dainsleif’s chest, the blond still breathes.
“Hold on Dain. I’ll get you to help. Just don’t leave me.”
For the first time in years, Diluc rides back into Mondstadt with every intent of begging a knight for help.
******
They say Two for Joy
Warmth. The next thing Dainsleif knows is warmth. The warmth of a calloused hand round his, of blankets wrapped around him.
For a moment, Dain basks in it while he collects his thoughts.
The last thing he remembers is the peculiar even temperature of the domain, the attack, placing himself in between Diluc and danger.
Maybe this is the afterlife, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s done to deserve something so pleasant.
Eventually, he opens his eyes and turns his head to find Diluc is sitting in a chair by the bed, holding his hand while he reads a book.
For the first time since they began their acquaintanceship, Diluc doesn’t look the part of a wealthy businessman. His hair is ragged and only half pulled out of his face. He’s pale, with heavy bags under bloodshot eyes. It’s enough to convince Dain that he’s alive and breathing.
“You look awful..”
Dain winces at the rasp in his voice. Just how long have I been out of it?
“Dain, you’re awake, how are you feeling? Are you hurting?”
Dainsleif takes a few seconds to turn his attention to his body. Beneath the warmth there’s a slight discomfort across his chest, one he’s certain would become true pain if he were to exert himself.
“I’m alright. It hurts a little, but I’ve had worse.”
“Why did you do that? Why did you push me out of the way?”
“I couldn’t lose someone else. Not again.”
Diluc moves over to the bed, wrapping his arms around Dain’s shoulders and burying his face in his hair.
Dain winces. “Not so tight, fireheart.”
Diluc loosens his grip, but refuses to let go. “I just about lost you. I wasn’t sure I had the strength to finish the fight and get you home. Don’t do that again. Please.”
Dainsleif sighs. “I can’t promise, Diluc. You mean the world to me and I’ll do anything to make sure you have a long, healthy life.”
“Then don’t leave me. Stay and have my back. Just like I have yours.”
“I promise I’ll try. How did we get out?”
“I burned the place and everything in it. I couldn’t stop. Not until it was dead.” Diluc pauses to draw in a shuddering breath. “I thought you were gone.”
“I’m sorry. I’m still here, my fireheart. They can’t get rid of me so easily.”
“Mmm.”
“How long has it been since you slept?”
Diluc doesn’t answer.
“Go wash up and then come to bed.”
“You’re still injured.”
“But not so injured that we can’t sleep side by side.”
“But---”
“Diluc Ragnvindr. I caused you distress. Let me comfort you. Please?”
Diluc groans. “I’m not going to win this one am I?”
“No.”
******
Half an hour later, after a visit the Acting Grandmaster and some food, Diluc crawls into bed.
“Feel better?” Dain asks him.
“Mhmm.”
Dain can’t help but smile at the sleepy response. He shifts so that he’s laying with his head on Diluc’s chest listening to the younger man’s heartbeat.
Some say four is for death.
Others say eight is for a wish.
As Dain falls back into sleep, he counts eighth crows in his heart and prays that four crows never tear them apart.
Being an artist is working on a painting in a half awake state until 3am thinking you just made a masterpiece on par with the Mona Lisa and waking up the next morning realizing that you did in fact not make a master piece, what you drew is quite literally a clown.
Oh great, all I wanted to see was “Zootopia” not “Dirty Grandpa”
Kkkk, Zac Efron has a nice butt, well according to my friend the movie was gonna be funny and entertaining but meeeeh… I prefer animals that talk.
I’m kinda sad with you Robert De Niro :(
