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phainon stared up at you between your legs, puppy eyes and all as you blinked down at him. what… was he doing? you two were doing a project and the next thing you know, he’s relaxing in between your legs while massaging the flesh of your thighs.

“phainon,” you called out his name sternly, phainon giving you a cheeky, closed eyed smile.

you narrowed your eyes, “what are you doing?” the white haired man just chuckled, laying one of his cheeks onto your thighs with a lovesick smile, “don’t worry about it.” you scoffed at his comment, flicking his forehead before leaning back onto the couch, refusing to acknowledge the way your cheeks flushed.

“i should be worried about it.”

“you shouldn’t.”

“phainon.” the man just kissed the inside of your thighs, finding the way you tensed up adorable. one of phainon’s hands went up to intertwine with yours, “i’m serious.” you and phainon went into a staring contest, a single raise of your eyebrow making phainon sigh in defeat.

“fine! you’re so scary, [n].” the pout on his face made you smile just a bit before he opened his mouth again, “squish me with your thighs.”

silence.

“what the fuck, phainon. i’m not your boyfriend, i won’t do that...”

so uhh this is not exactly a comic, just a short fun vid inspired by that tiktok audio heheheh wnjoy

Jokes aside I just wanna say your art in general is honestly so gorgeous 🥺❤️ I've never been much of a Phainon fan (he's a great character but Blade holds my heart) but honestly I love seeing your art no matter what character it is! Feel like your art alone is pulling me out of my artblock ❤️

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When Anaxagoras is upset, he disappears—but not physically. he's still there, standing exactly where you left him earlier, still doing what he’s supposed to— organizing files, adjusting blueprints, giving sharp lectures with zero stutters. but his voice loses cadence. his sentences turn clipped. he speaks only when necessary, and when he does, it feels like a door half-closed. He won't tell you what’s wrong. Not until he sorted it, dissected it, classified the pain and determined whether it’s irrational. you'll find him in his office late, sitting in the dark, staring at his hands like he doesn't quite trust them. he won't ask for comfort, but when you quietly sit beside him— bring him tea, brush your fingers against his knuckles—he'll pause, just briefly. and if you say nothing, if you give him the silence he understands, he'll lean toward you, just enough that your shoulders touch. Later, maybe hours later, when the lights are still low and your head is on his lap, his stiff shoulders slowly relax as you run your fingers on his scalp, other hand softly rubs your thumb on his cheek. he'll murmur quietly,  “I don’t like this version of myself. But I’m grateful you still choose to be near him.”

You didn't mean to. It sort of, just slipped out when you saw him. Maybe the inclination of being called a dog— or a puppy was far too much for him to handle in his current mindset.

You stare at his face as he watches you eat, his eyes wide with a soft smile on his face.

"You're like a puppy."

He freezes, the hypothetical tail behind him stops wagging and he darts his face away, "I am?" it's a good thing maybe. Maybe, maybe not. But it shoots straight between his legs.

Art Credit:  @deciqm on Twitter

Blade is different. He is a complex character. He is shaped by hatred and fueled by vengeance. He is a rough sword. Chipped on the sides, yet it retains some value. He is an enemy if you don't know him, yet he is only an acquaintance if you know him.

Blade is weird. He knows it. The callouses on his hands are apparent with that. He watches kids laugh, parents hold them with such tender love and fragility, that it almost sickens him. He wonders why he must be this way. Shaped from death, and awakened like a zombie, he hates the feeling of others. Why? Cause he is aware that he can lose anything at the tip of his fingers.

The fragility of morality is such a weird thing to Blade now. When he looks at Kafka and Silverwolf, he is reminded that they are only humans with a limited lifespan. He doesn't have friends, and he fears the thought of losing them.

He doesn't want friends because he is a loner, he doesn't want friends because he fears to be a loner when they leave. He is a terrified man, and he only wishes for the one thing that will save him. Death.

Blade shows depression, and yet no one recognizes it. He powers through because when he was younger, it purely did not exist. He is tired of the thought of immortality. So to see kids say they could wish forever with life and vitality, he scoffs in disappointment. Immortality is a curse to him.

Mara is a curse to him.

He is shocked none of the other Stellaron Hunters may fear him, but he supposes they are all fucked up in a way.

It hurts so much though. His bones ache, his mind screams for relief, and his muscles hurt.

So yes, Blade is different.

so genderbent!blade x gn!reader headcanons. let’s get moving people. if you wanna read this as just a normal blade x gn!reader but swapping the fem prns with masc, that’s fine by me idc.

oh my gosh. blade who literally just shows up at your house with blood all over herself—a mix of her own and another person’s—and she just stares at you like a wet cat. she has that “let me in” stare in her eyes, but she doesn’t enter unless you directly let her enter. it’s genuinely like she’s some kind of a vampire.

blade who doesn’t like physical touch at all but lets your initiate the slightest and i mean slightest bits of physical touch. by slight i mean like maybe hold her pinky if you get lucky. she immediately recoils from hand holding and sits on the far right of the couch whenever you wanna get cuddly. it’s heartbreaking, but it’s her boundaries. she doesn’t hate you; she just extremely gets uncomfortable from physical touch so she strictly avoids it.

blade who, after getting half mangled, just shows up at your house and asks if she can take a bath. she doesn’t head back to the stellaron hunters; she only goes to you. sometimes, she lets you help her scrub her back. sometimes you’re just blushing and trying to be respectfully looking away, but blade herself is just staring into the water and enjoying the sensation. it feels like a massage almost. your hands are soft and gentle, almost like you’re afraid to break blade, which she finds funny because i mean it’s blade. have you seen and heard her? she refuses all physical touch except for this intimate moment where she lets you gently touch her skin. you usually just leave a towel and hop out whenever you’re done, but sometimes, she makes you stay and you two just stare at each other awkwardly.

blade who doesn’t enjoy small talk. she likes quality time and being in your presence. she likes just sitting around you, but as soon as you open your mouth to say something, she glares at you and almost mouths “shut up.” you just cower down and she usually doesn’t care, but if you genuinely look sad, she’ll just let you talk, but she won’t probably be listening.

blade who doesn’t let you treat her wounds because she’s just simply too avoidant of that intimacy. but if you insist, she’ll just sit there without a word and you would be bandaging up whatever wounds you’ve got there. you will be humming to yourself, awkwardly laughing whenever blade grumbles about it, and pat her leg when it’s all treated. her eyes are dull, but they soften ever so slightly whenever you do bandage her.

honestly blade who doesn’t even realize you two are dating. she has been seeing this entire ordeal as the most intense platonic relationship ever. she never clarified that this was a romantic thing. she has perplexed emotions. she doesn’t know whether she actually likes you or if this is just a situationship because she is so fucked up after trying to die for years. meanwhile you’re here thinking that blade is playing with your feelings and that you’re gonna be dumped soon (surprisingly you’re not).

blade who refuses to wear a dress at all costs and just hisses whenever you hold up matching outfits (dresses if you’re both girls, maybe a dress and suit if you go masc/gn). she might reluctantly wear it and it actually fits her nicely, but then she takes it off the next second. she says she doesn’t like the feeling of air against her bare skin on her legs.

blade who is constantly mistaken as a man every time you two are together in a public space (which is extremely rare) because she keeps dressing like either a kidnapper, a thug, or just a warrior. you don’t mind it, but she looks like she kidnapped you and you’re being held hostage.

blade who is still frankly slightly taller than you even as a woman bc blade. a slightly taller girlfriend and whenever you wanna give her affection or talk to her, you need to sit on tables or counters and frankly, she finds that amusing. the first time you asked for a kiss and she slightly nodded (hoping that you wouldn’t notice), you go on your tippy toes and try to kiss her, but then you trip and you just fall face flat ON her. she’s glaring at you while you’re blushing furiously in embarrassment as in “why me.” you two did share a kiss at some point, just that the first attempt went horribly.

blade who has to fall victim to any of your hobbies whenever she gets free time. you can be making flower crowns and putting them on her head and she’s just sighing, but whenever you do a stupid grin, she’s suppressing a soft look. she likes seeing you smile; she never admits it though.

blade who sees you fallen asleep on your couch while waiting for her and just sighs as she walks over, picks you up by slinging you over her shoulder, and just plops you down on your bed. she wants to just leave, but subconsciously, she drapes the blanket over you and even closes all windows before leaving. the post-tucking-in-partner clarity hits her hard and she questions what the fuck she’s doing instead of getting revenge.

blade who just nods whenever you smile and wave at her while saying “i love you.” she doesn’t know what to say back and just doesn’t say anything back. she acknowledges it though. she never just ignores it.

you know the i love my wife meme?

this but you’re red, screaming that with your heart out, and blade is blue, but instead of being giddy, she’s staring down in embarrassment.

Places one pancake under your chin, another on top of your head and declares that he's going to “eat this stack of honeycakes in one bite”.

Plops down beside you belly up and keeps on dramatically sighing.

Calls out your name, when you acknowledge him, he goes quiet, when you return to whatever you were doing he calls out your name again with more urgency ; repeat until you stomp towards him.

Picks you up, shakes you like a salt shaker, sets you down somewhere with a cushion, goes away like nothing happened.

Makes you wear all the antique jewelry in his collection and eventually, makes a barricade around you with everything else he owns, too. Then says, “This is the culmination of my whole life's finances and yet, you remain the most invaluable.”

Pokes you.

Plays with your hair. He thinks he can pull off that one over-complicated hairstyle he saw online.

Tells you jokes and puns.

Pretends to be your shadow and follows you around everywhere wordlessly. Whoever laughs first loses.

Rage-baits you with atrocious outfit suggestions so that you'll start debating with him.

Tells you that he knows a magic trick and detaches his ahoge (it was a fake one).

Calls you (you're literally just a wall apart) but, he's stealthily taken your phone with him. When you're close enough in search of it, he pounces.

Starts mentioning random facts about things.

Starts gossiping about the Council of Elders and that one annoying classmate he had.

Asks you questions like, “How do you think the fishes at Styxia taste?”

Tickles you.

Doodles his neck tattoo, little stars, leaves and flowers on your palm.

Talks about all the adventures he wants to do with you in the future.

Gently headbutts your arm, thigh and cheek to suggest that he demands pets.

Aggressively rubs his face on you when you still don't get/ignore the hint.

Can and will bite you.

Pretends to get hurt so that you'll pay attention to him.

Wrestles titankin, stacks them on top of each other and proudly shows off his ‘hunt’ to you. Please praise him.