[volarent]

this blog is being archived. a select few muses are going to be available on a new multifandom blog, but i won’t revealing where i am until the volume is finished. if you’d like to know feel free to hop into my IMs. ✌🏽

[volarent]

          ‘   i don’t understand how giving my son a knife to fight the monsters under the bed is bad parenting.   ’     /     open.

[volarent]

he had a modest place of living towards the top of the lower mistrali echelons, just above the underground where he touched upon his most frequent places shops. it felt like the old huntsman was settling into a routine he didn’t ask for, nor wanted to, but had succumbed to nonetheless. after years of searching for what he’d lost, maybe it was time to accept that he might not have lost anything to begin with. really, what was there to base the assumption off ? hope ? well, at the very least his profession as a huntsman kept him busy from an otherwise impending boredom. from the moment he’d woken, he had known deep in his bones that fighting was something he was good at.

unfortunately, li’s clothes tended to disagree. signature lightweight cloak adorned robes had been torn, and it had been a very long time since the hood’s seams had been remade. quite honestly, it was embarrassing to bring the item into the clothing job in such a state of disrepair, but by this time li held sentimental attachment to anything he’d had upon waking. the cloak had seen him through very rough years and he’d like to save it if he could. his normal tailor however, was now under renovation, and he’d been prompted to visit one in the higher levels. the huntsman was prompt about approaching the nearest seamstress, eyes downcast until he’d fished the tattered piece of clothing out of his satchel, and prompt when speaking up until the moment he glanced to her face.

‘   do you think you can save ...   ’   li inhaled sharply, blinking rapidly as he stared at the woman in front of him. his head hurt, as well as his heart. but for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. they were normal phenomena, the plights of being an ageing huntman, but something felt ... not quite off. words were hard to come by when the breath had been stolen from your lungs.   ‘   my ...   ’   he stopped a moment, eyes looking down once more, away from her face.

‘   is it repairable ?   ’

@boundariestcbreak​‘s an.     /     plotted starter.

[ianime0]

Mulan (1998) dir. Tony Bancroft & Barry Cook

[volarent]

moss:     i think ren’s in a good mood today! me, dragging li out:     ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[volarent]

@lotusesque​.

     What had started out as a reasonably average day took a sudden turn for Ren. He’d been talking to a lone vendor about buying some fresh fruit, before he packed up his things and turned to leave. His mind was running through his thoughts too fast to comprehend any of them, and he wanted to get back to his friends as soon as he could. Carefully making his way through the crowded street, he barely even heard the voice of the man who spoke up to him. It wasn’t until the stranger’s hand was reaching out towards him that he realized something was going on. In that moment, his breath caught in his throat.

When he turned to face the other man, the first thing he noticed were his eyes. Wide and desperate, the eyes of the man in front of him brought about a feeling of intense dread. Silence spanned between the two, opposing the bustling market around them, and Ren swallowed thickly.

A beat later, his heart began to thunder in his chest. The thudding filled his senses and without warning, his eyes began to water. One tear slipped down his left cheek before he could stop it. His hands, clenched at his sides, were unable to move to wipe the stray rivulet from his face. Closing his eyes tightly, Ren fought to calm himself. One. Two. Three. He’s gone. This isn’t real. Three. Two. One. Opening his eyes once more, he blinked as his pupils focused on the sight in front of him once more. Despite what he’d told himself, the spitting image of his father stood before him yet. Ren’s mind raced with images of the last time he’d seen Li.

Another moment passed before Ren let out a choked whisper. “Father?”

the expression on his face felt sharper than any blade passed over his skin. it made something hot and burning in his chest rekindle into a fire, and gods, most of all it hurt. it hurt like ... like the pain he’d felt upon that first waking, in that infirmary missing far more than whole ribs, and all his limbs. it ached in a way it had for over ten years, somehow condensed into the expression of a complete stranger, and li had absolutely no way to explain exactly why this young man’s expression could trigger a wave of compact guilt like he did. visions, flashbacks, and emotions came to him in fleeting intervals, barely a second, but it was enough to make him stagger on the spot, and reach back as if he’d been stung by the frigid touch of dry ice.

i had to have misheard !   there was no way ...

li was assaulted with an image that hung in a quaint home. it was the standard of the town, but they could live better, they could live farther away, in a safer city once oniyuri was built. but until then, this home would be enough, and whenever he would walk into the doors, the sweet scent of the jasmine bushes would waft in from the window, he would hear the tinkling laugh of wind chime laughter and know he was home. why did looking into the depths of his gaze ache beyond measure ? more than a limb, or a lifetime of memories lost ? li swallowed nervously, blinking thrice down at him before eyes turned back to the knife. how did he know what it would feel like to twirl the weapon in his hands ? why ... oh gods, he had no idea how to deal with tears.

‘   ... i’m ... i’m sorry, i didn’t catch what you said.   ’

[earl-of-221b]

Legend of Deification/ Jiang Ziya posters (Part 3). 

[volarent]

when li was still a huntsman of kuroyuri he fed a pregnant mother wolf some meat on the way back from a mission, and she followed him home. though he hadn’t intended to, she remained with an and ren and gave birth to a litter of three pups. though those dogs either didn’t survive or ran away after the the fall of kuroyuri, one of them managed to find li after he’d lost his memory, and remained with him from then on out. she’s mostly white, with some grey patches, and blue eyes. her name is mò ( jasmine ) after a lullaby that he could instinctively remember despite not knowing where from, unable to recall that this was a lullaby often sung to ren.

[argiphon]

Undeceived

[mundclz]

[volarent]

okay, so we gave the multi

an old college try

but sometimes muses are

too feral to be contained

[hovllanov]

get to know me meme: 5 male characters ► [2/5]: hiragi shinya - owari no seraph [ 終わりのセラフ ]

[marisketch]

chevalier

[volarent]

💩

[foxese]

@volarent​ ‘ s  blair    »     blair had never been one to linger for more than a few hours after trysts, didn’t believe this would ever be more than a one time thing. the after is his favourite part, dazed and warm amongst the softness of plush sheets and tails. a rumble of a purr left him on each exhale as he fought a losing battle against sleep. how foreign, to feel this safe. maybe it was just one of blanc’s many illusions. a charm.

      how  familiar   ,   how  strange   ;  allowing  anyone  to  see  the  cunning  fox  in  such  a  vulnerable  state    &.   without  the  use  of  her  semblance.  blanc  greets  most  with  a  pretty  smile   ,   baby  -  doll  eyes   &.   lashes  fluttered  about  in  faux  security  before  luring  them  in   &.   taking  everything  they ‘ re  worth  without  a  shred  of  remorse.  it ‘ s  in  her  nature  after  all   ,   isn ‘ t  it   ?   the  cunning  trickster   ,   sly  fox  that  most  would  be  fools  to  trust  so  easily  all  due  to  a  charming  face.  so  does  this  make  blair  a  fool  as  well   ?   should  she  mock  him  for  falling  so  quickly   &.   hard  like  all  those  before  him   ?   to  be  truthful   ,   she  doesn ‘ t  think  she  could  even  if  she  really  wanted  to.   the  desire  for  companionship  was  never  something  she  desired  growing  up  within  the  dreaded  confines  of  salem ‘ s  fortress   ;   taught  never  to  trust  anyone  without  a  second  thought  unless  she  wanted  to  bring  them  suffering  in  an  instant.  why  would  blanc  ever  let  anyone  in  when  the  last  was  one  she  lured  to  his  demise  as  well   ?   it ‘ s  a  vicious  cycle   ,   never  -  ending  unless  she  decides  so  herself.  nine  -  tailed  wonders  what  makes  blair  so  special  to  begin  with    ,   coy  thought  of  self  stupidity.  she  knows  why.  all  too  well  in  fact   :   he ‘ s  just  like  her.  recruited  due  to  an  accursed  ability  they  possess   ,   their  backgrounds   ,   how  easy  it  was  for  salem  to  use  them  to  further  progress  her  destructive  plans.  something  sparked  just  there  alone   ,   even  if  neither  of  them  choose  to  acknowledge  it.

      the  blanket  of  this  inn ‘ s  bed  is  luxuriously  soft   &.   warm   ,   though  pales  in  comparison  to  chiffon  plush  of  woman  fox ‘ s  tails.  she ‘ s  using  them  to  pull  felid  closer    ,   an  all  too  affectionate  flick  of  his  nose  with  one  before  pushing  back  bangs  of  messy  ebon  away  from  expressionism  with  another.  all  done  in  silence.   she  wouldn ‘ t  want  to  ruin  this  moment  for  him   ,   would  she   ?   not  when  he ‘ s  the  most  comfortable  she ‘ s  ever  seen  him.  or  that  she  can  remember.   even  with  those  scars  over  his  eye   ,   blair  is  still  the  same  black  cat  from  all  those  years  ago   ,   only  this  time  given  well  deserved  freedom.  slowly  does  a  hand  come  to  trace  o ‘ er  cheek   ,   into  hair  where  blanc  gently  scratches   &.   massages  temple  as  if  to  bring  more  of  that  purr  to  surface.  it ‘ s  cute.  both  should  have  left  hours  ago   ,   but  this  is   …  a  nice  change  of  pace  to  say  the  least.  blanc  pulls  him  even  closer  still  so  a  leg  may  prop  up  on  bare  hip   ,   arms  curling  around  his  back  in  a  protective  fashion   &.   head  finally  sinks  back  into  the  pillow.   ❝  sleep. ❞  she  whispers.    ❝ i ‘ ll  be  here  when  you  wake  up. ❞

[volarent]

ok, yeah, cannot handle him being here anymore, jaune’s getting his own blog back.

[stonehillart]

Rising