Painter's Epiphany

❤||   So I recently hit the 100 follower milestone and honestly I never thought I would get to it.                     Honestly this blog started as a remake of one of my old blogs that would only really have         people that came from the old blog as the main followers - I never expected it to get as big         as it has. With it getting to this point, I have been able to talk to many other people and RP         with them, and this blog has been absolutely amazing because everyone that has come         around to look at my trash blog. So without further delay, here is only a tiny fraction of the                     amazing people that I have come to write with or follow…                                                         ||❤

                PEOPLE TO WRITE WITH AGAIN/MORE:

      ❤ @akaleidoscopeofgold​ ❤ @wandering-gentry​ ❤ @schildkrieger​  ❤       ❤  @varytita​ ❤ @rensake​ ❤ @godxofxegypt​ ❤ @thecircusfreaks​  ❤               ❤ @chichini​  ❤ @tendcrheart​  ❤ @serpentinexwar​ ❤

                      PEOPLE WITH THE GOOD STUFF:

            ❤ @kxrp​ ❤ @lesserthanman ❤ @femavyx ❤@vargxn ❤                                      ❤ @emarciid ❤ @quixoticiiism ❤ @apendaye ❤

 ONES THAT I WOULD CUDDLE TO OBLIVION AND BACK:

❣: “Are you hinting that I could be a potential mate sir? Very flattering but I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to give you any kids if you choose me.” But with all teasing set aside, it was good to hear that Yuki would do a little bit better with his tails. They weren’t in bad condition or anything, but just small things that were hard to see. Maybe if Yuki kept up that spell to hide his animalistic features, it might reduce the small chance of the tails being hurt or have something cling to them? 

           Kids? Kids?! He nearly choked on the word itself when it was spoken so casually. “It’s been over six hundred years, the hell makes you think I want a skulk of kits running around my den?” Now that was a truly frightening thought. He loved children, albeit he would never admit it, but having kids of his own would mean having to shape up and be a good father. Which, he was not willing to do right now. Or ever. As he doubted he had any skill in the matter. “Take a look at me again and ask yourself, does this guy seem like the type to be playing with a bunch of tiny little fox cubs? If your answer is ‘I can’t imagine that’ then you are correct.”  

The ceiling was white, his home wasn’t like this - though he had white walls in a few rooms he mostly had wooden ceilings because it smelt nicer to him; it was warm than concrete and the colour suited the interior of the entire dojo he lived within; so with a quirk of a brow his vision turned; addressing his beloved human with an expression of worry. It took him a few minutes, remembering what happened and how; yet upon that realization, his lips wobbled, teeth biting at the inside of his cheek as he stared at that hue - watered at the rim. “…B-bd-san.”

The kisses on his skin was like water in his throat, one that was drier than any desert at that moment; thus his vocals were raspy and rough, barely above a sigh in volume; yet the concern was oozing from his being endlessly. Where his cheeks were cut and forehead bruised, even his chin was scraped and covered in a gauze; the dragon relished in the contract; hoping to have more soon enough in the form of a much needed embrace - but those words, apologies for not being able to do anything caused the dragon to shake his head with a whimper. His own tears already bubbled over his lashes, dashing down his skin now slowly. “You did… you stayed, you’re here.” He whispered, sniffling even though it hurt, his chest felt the worst, must of been from the seat belt he wore cutting into his skin and pressurizing his bones and organs beneath it. It just hurt to breath in all honesty.

“I sensed you, I could feel you.. I heard you.” Fingers twitched, moving the nearest one to loosely grip onto BD’s shirt and hiccup a little. He wanted to hold him and be held but he felt so heavy all over. “M-matthew, hug me, please hug me.” He didn’t know how scared he was until he was at this point; to think he’d be able to die or just sleep endlessly right that moment and leave his beloved human behind - it petrified him. Shaking and crying within his own panic and relief to be here with his lover.

               Pain, Relief, Anger, Love; they all swelled in his chest like flourishing petals blooming from their retreated home. Bird’s nest couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He felt all and nothing all at once, and all because he’d seen those golden hues again. It was the reality that Mitsu had been so frightened though, that truly grounded his thoughts. WIthout an ounce of hesitation in his bones, he moved forward to gingerly wrap him up in his arms and pull him as closely as he could manage without hurting him. His birth name long forgotten to him, was like the driving pillar into his thoughts.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be alright.” He muttered those words as he reached up with one hand to twine his fingers into those blonde locks. “I’d never leave your side, Mitsushigue. Even if you didn’t wake up, I’d stay here every day to talk to you and tell you how much I love you.” Was that it? Was that the first time he actually spoke those words to him? It didn’t matter. The fact remained clear in his mind that he almost didn’t get the chance to say it.

That if Mitsu hadn’t woken up, he would’ve never had been able to tell him at all. He didn’t want that. All he wanted was to comfort his beloved dragon, to be there every waking moment for him, to show him just how much he loved him. How angry he had been at first was irrelevant, how despondent he was to the others didn’t matter, what mattered most at this very moment; was that Mitsu was frightened and hurt. That Mitsu needed him. That his beautiful ray of absolute sunshine was in pain.

@apendaye

It was strange. To think that a dragon like himself was immobile and held in place by several tubes pumping pain killers into his very veins. How he was harmed in the first place - how he was lying here in the first place. He never would of thought that such a humane accident could of harmed him in such a manner but the more he thought about it the more he understood. That of whom he met was a creature of bad luck; a miasma consumed in his skin and lungs for too long; a curse, inevitable to cause him harm as he lay there with lashes closed over bruised features.

His fingers were curled faintly around the others hand, yet not a twitch. Sleeping was something Mitsu barely did unless he was completely exhausted, his body was able to run on zero sleep for many, many years; a fear of never being able to wake up once morning ran through the entire Seishin family; it wasn’t uncommon at all. Though it was a darkness that was welcoming and warm. It was a horrid feeling in the same best, yet luckily before he could think about anything more; his body was starting to wake. Within the next morning; a week from his accident; his room was filled with several bodies.

His brothers of near the same color palettes like himself. All blonde and orange hued; expensive wear and facial features ranging from worry to rage. Though the sight of BD was nothing but a catalyst for one Sibling; he who went by Tsuyoshi, covered in inks and jewelry of golds; his teeth sharp and nails black as he easily pinned the red head up the nearest wall with a growl of a furious beast in this throat. If anything; it was almost like this man knew of BD’s face; his scent and being before him seemingly offended the air Tsuyoshi breathed; but before any words of malice came forth; another hand rose to cease the Tiger’s wrist and force him away from the Swede.

“This is not the place, Tsuyoshi.”

“Tche!”

“Though it is amusing; this sight… ” A male sat within a wheelchair, a hood over his head covering most of his blond locks but not all as those haunting hues of orange stared upon the Swede backed into a corner. With his legs at an angle to at least give him a look of elegance instead of just the norm’ disability of not being able to use his legs his pink lips curled into a knowing smile before he spoke up towards BD. “What a sight you are.” A comment to tickle the senses as another Brother was at Mitsushige’s side; almost chirping in distressed at the sight of his sibling.

“He’ll be fine, Jiyuna.” The wheelchair bound figure uttered.

“I know, but… he looks in pain, yo” The teen looking sibling remained at the bedside, almost scared of touching the sleeping Dragon.

“That shitty ass Shirohebi… I’ll pay ‘im a visit 'nd set it straight.” The one who seemed ready to kill BD uttered, fangs jutting from his lips in visible wrath.

“That’d do nothing but hurt Mitsushige’s pride, Tsuyoshi. Control yourself.” The eldest looking sibling uttered, hair cut straight across his forehead giving him an odd outlook. “But still; this Shirohebi seemed to be very ill yet, Mitsushige still went to visit him.”

“He is too good for his own well being.” Akikuni hummed from his chair and frowned to himself, as the other siblings agreed with silence and head nods.

“Then we shall leave him to you, BD-san.” Akikuni’s attention was moved from his brother’s prone form; to the red head, and a soft frown touched his features before he motioned his brothers along with a silent smile. “This is a domain that we are not needed in. For now, our presence alone has aided his wounds and his spirit. He shall wake soon. Jiyuna… ” The youngest looking sibling gave BD a wide smile before moving to Mitsushige and easing a kiss upon his siblings forehead. And like that kiss that Mitsu’ gave BD’s scarred hue - golden specks fluttered from the connection of skin before the Phoenix left with a spring in his step.

To those who have families that aren’t accepting of them or are cruel, yet they have to spend time with them today: Be strong. Remember, you are wonderful. You are beautiful. You are the light cast across the sky and the depth of every shadow. They are not relevant to your happiness.

You are the bright stars that guide, the moonlight that shines silver upon the hearts of others, and you are important. You are important. You are needed. You are loved. You do not have to enjoy your time with them just because they are family. I’ll be your family for today. I will be whoever you wish for today. You can do it, and I am so very proud of you for sticking through it.

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Anonymous asked: Can you draw Nelliel in a Studio Killers style?

To drive your point home, you lay on your side, posing like one would for a painting.

“Draw and dream of me like a french girl, Seb. Hon hon hon.”

You’re in a good mood, you think. Maybe you just needed to see a familiar face after sleeping for so long. Blinking at his question, you run your hand through your hair and with a thought, it rises up and puts itself into it’s usual messy bun.

“Nah. It’s always been that length, I think. Or maybe it grew, who knows.”

You float around the room, taking a feel for this new Universe and the reborn bun in the room with you.

“One cold one coming up.”

You float over to Seb and cup his cheeks, taking a moment to squeeze them.

“Who’s a cute bun?”

However, he seemed to pout a little when the other put his hair up. He wanted to play with it. Though he didn’t complain at first, merely happy to see the other again. After all that had transpired, he just wanted to cling to everyone he nearly left. Mostly this dork right here. “Take it dooooown. I like it down. I want to play with it.” He huffed, only too soon find himself smiling instead of pouting all over again with the cool fingers on his cheeks.

  Ha. The dog is, certainly, out of the bag.

You’re too cute for words.