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Tomorrow I'm opening a few slots for various services for art commissions! Please, feel free to check out the rest of the details on my carrd or Vgen!
Tomorrow is the last exam I have and, although it sounds a bit arrogant (I think) to say, I will pass it so it's safe to say I am finally free for a while until October rolls around again (which means I'll start my final year,,,,, sobs)(i am excited but also dreading all the stress I'll get💔)
Anyway, I'm looking forward to messing y'all up in ArtFight or if you choose to commission me >:]🫶🫶
Not to be a bitch but sometimes people engage with fiction in the most boring way possible, and nowhere is this clearer than in videogames. Like what you mean you hate a character just because they were kind of abrasive when speaking to the player character? "They were mean to me" and it didn't occur to you to wonder why? Like, what might their attitude toward you reveal about the world? About the social dynamics within it? About their own perspectives and backgrounds and personalities? Does it even occur you to ask? Would you only have liked them if they bowed to your presence and talked about how great you are? Like I'm sorry but you're so boring. How boring fiction would be if it cathered to you
The older i get the more i understand why some people become obsessed with privacy, not because they’re hiding something, but because being constantly perceived starts to feel spiritually exhausting.
Did you know that soda machines at restaurants and movie theaters spy on you? That most common new cars now record your sexual preferences and send it to the manufacturer (and also data about anyone who also gets in your car, walks by your car, and maybe happens to be within visual range of your car)? That grocery stores are trying to force customers to download an app to scan barcodes on shelves instead of putting up prices, so the app can scan the phone, decide how much that customer should be squeezed for, and adjust the price? That more and more innocent people are being sent to jail for crimes committed hundreds of miles away because an AI facial recognition algorithm spit their faces out and the cops didn't bother to do the most basic of checks?
I am not uptight about privacy because I'm hiding something. I'm uptight about it because the people who dismiss my right to privacy are dangerous to you and me and our families, personally, all the time.
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Sometimes I wonder what tf is wrong with me if all I do is think of injured reader x Blade. Like why am I so hell bent on writing being hurt, bruised, tattered, broken and in pain just so Blade can search for me, find me and look after me and protect me and cherish me and
Do I need therapy.
But being in his arms sounds so so good, god his body must feel like the safest place on Earth.
⚘ Summery: Once upon a time, you had given your heart to the Forge Master of Zhuming. Three decades together, he had forged you thirty rings and now a blade. The love in his eyes now feel like a distant memory, yet given to you at all time by your now beloved, Blade. Be the man he once was, he can never truly give up the concept of leaving a piece of himself with you.
⚘ Tags: Mainly fluff, themes of angst, fem!Reader, long life specie!Reader, domesticity, Blade is a little touchy, gift-giving, Blade tried to be nonchalant but it didn't work
⚘ Word count: 1k
⚘ A/N: ok i can't write summary, lowk going thru a writer's block so this is all I have 💔💔 and my finals start in two days, anyways everybody go slime @biancak1m
The sound of metal clashing against itself echoes through the workshop. Each strike of the hammer molds molten iron into the weapon he envisions. Yingxing, in particular, holds a very specific design in mind.
After all, this is a blade he’s forging for his wife—crafted from a blend of leftover scraps and the expensive metals he painstakingly saved up for. The thought alone has him practically beaming as he shapes it into form.
The stars, however, remain silent. In the dead of night, no sign of life stirs—save for Yingxing himself. The relentless ringing of metal is enough to irritate anyone.
And oh, does it bother you.
“Yingxing, come to bed. It’s two in the morning,” you call out, voice thick with sleep. Aeons know what he’s thrown himself into this time—a commission? A personal project? A gift for a friend? If only he devoted himself to rest with the same fervor.
The Forge Master’s focus finally drifts from the glowing metal at the sound of your voice. There’s a glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you—hair disheveled from sleep, expression pinched with irritation, clearly dragged from yet another failed attempt at rest. You lean against the workshop doorway like you belong there.
Perhaps you do. Anything he owns is yours.
He flashes you a grin—one you know well, one that hides more than it reveals. “Thirty more minutes. This one isn’t finished yet,” he says, words punctuated by the steady rhythm of his hammer.
A sigh slips past your lips, resignation settling in. You already know how the next thirty minutes will go—spent by the fireplace, waiting for him to return.
Retreating to the living room, you settle by the fire, watching it crackle as it slowly devours the wood. At some point, without realizing it, sleep claims you.
Until a hand brushes your cheek.
A quiet murmur of your name follows.
It doesn’t take long to recognize the voice—you’ve been married to this man for over thirty years. You know him in every form.
“Lovely, look what I’ve made for you.”
Your eyes flutter open, vision still hazy. The sight before you is familiar—Yingxing kneeling before you, gazing up with quiet anticipation, waiting for you to ask about his latest creation.
Your mind barely processes his words, but you recognize that look. You’ve seen it countless times. Before you can respond, something heavy settles onto your lap.
A blade.
Forged from the remains of Glamoth’s Empress, mixed with fragments of her Iron Cavalry. Its intricate designs weave together like a story—thirty years of memories etched into steel.
Your fingers trace the surface as though it were something fragile. The blade itself may not be delicate, but the intention behind it certainly is.
And the way he looks at you—hopeful, expectant, yearning for even the smallest praise—says everything.
What a lovesick man Yingxing is.
For someone driven by vengeance, his heart beats for something far softer.
A gentle smile graces your lips as you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
“It’s beautiful, my darling.” Your praise makes his heart stutter—you’re certain of it.
The grin that spreads across his face is full of pride, bordering on arrogance—not just in the blade, but in the fact that he’s made you happy.
You watch as his hand slips into the pocket of his tailcoat.
“I have something else for you,” he says, pulling something out—only to immediately hide it in his fist.
Like a familiar ritual, the motion repeats itself. His calloused hand takes yours, gently placing the object into your palm.
A ring.
Gold, with a delicately carved crane. Your heart aches at the sight.
Another one.
“Another?” you ask softly, the question echoing through thirty anniversaries—thirty rings he’s forged just for you.
None of them fit. But that was never the point. Each one is proof. Tangible, unwavering proof of your love.
“Another one,” he echoes, arms slipping around your waist. “And another next year. I’ll keep forging them until the very end—so we’ll never forget the years we shared.”
His words are muffled against your clothes, but they carry the same warmth they always have. Three decades, and not once has that love wavered.
The end of you… may only be the end of him.
You will live on—long enough to watch empires rise and fall, to witness the Borisin meet their end someday.
But his life, his fleeting eternity, all you can hope for is to spend it beside him.
Yingxing loves you.
Truly.
And he will love you until the very end.
A soft gasp escapes you before you fully awaken, eyes fluttering open to meet the pale gauze surrounding you. You shift slightly, pulling away from the fabric.
“Are you feeling alright?” The deep, slightly raspy voice is unmistakable.
After all, the man beside you is your beloved—Blade.
You hum softly, trying to steady yourself. There’s no reason to feel this way—not over a memory like that.
And yet… Something unfamiliar lingers in your chest.
“I had a sweet dream about you…” you murmur, almost hoping he doesn’t catch it.
But he does. You know it by the way his hand finds yours.
Ever since Blade accepted Shuhu’s curse and turned his focus toward destroying the Abomination, his body has changed—healing, stabilizing. Especially his hands.
And with that, you’ve gained something unexpected. A Blade who reaches for you. Whether in public or private, his hand is always in yours now.
“A ‘sweet’ dream about me is enough to upset you?” he asks. There’s no irritation in his tone—only concern.
For someone named Blade, he is unbearably gentle with you. And the thought that he might be the cause of your distress unsettles him more than anything.
A soft laugh escapes you as his free hand idly plays with your hair. “It was bittersweet,” you reply, shifting closer before burying your face against his chest.
He huffs quietly, unconvinced, sensing the lingering weight in your voice. Another memory? He doesn’t know. So instead, he pulls you closer—tightens his hold, presses a quiet kiss to the crown of your head, mirroring what you once did for him when the Mara consumed him.
“Go back to sleep. We have things to do tomorrow,” he murmurs, masking his intentions beneath casual words.
“…Silverwolf wants us to play with her.” The hesitation gives him away. Because that’s not what matters, these events have been reoccurring for days now.
Your anniversary is only hours away. And you know he has something prepared—something he cannot put into words, but will try to forge into existence all the same.
Because he will love you for eternity. Whether as Yingxing or Blade, that cursed heart still carries something untainted, something pure at all its forms— and that is you.
wait ok this is actually one that has caused some contention before when I've talked to people about it. reblog and tag whether or not you check the weather prediction every day before going out
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Something something Mortenax Blade looking after your wounds after you show up on the Express super out of it and acting strange and barely speaking and AE crew notices it too but you escape their questioning too easily by feigning tiredness or whatever however when you see Blade on the other side of the car just standing there next to the same door you wanted to escape through and nothing slips past him because this man is observant af and he knows what it's like to be hurt and to maintain his cool throughout it so you end up getting caught by him and everything comes crashing through and all you can do is cry and groan and mumble incoherent things as you stumble and almost fall on the floor but he catches you and you try so hard to shut your mouth but the agony and pain just escapes your lips as he takes a look at the wounds and your wounds are gushing blood and your ribs are bruised and hes concerned and confused as to how did it get this bad and what the hell you were doing and it pains him to see you like this and AE crew is also confused and frantic and shocked because how on Earth does their member a) get beat up so bad and b) hide it well enough to slip past but all they can do is assist you and mostly Blade in getting you checked out and
Whew im out of breath writing this in one go lmao. Just a thought. Might do something with it later. His messages drove me crazy. Seriously what a man. I'd let a car run over me if it means I get Blade to look after me.
A/N: My delusional fanfiction of Prefect x Silver in Little Big Adventure event, I hope you enjoy it.
"Prefect!!"
She heard a familiar serious voice whole being hanged upside down in the clock tower where the giant bat kidnapped her and Grim.
"Senior Sil—" You immediately cough because of the sudden scattered dust landing on you. Your hands were both tied, struggling to free them because you are confused which way is which. It's miracle you didn't lose your balance and fainted at this point.
"I'm coming!!" He yells as he gets ready to jump towards the long chain. After landing successfully. He then swings gradually to jump to another.
The giant bat was about to attack you, You scream loudly as you lower your head to avoid his legs from snatching you again. "AH!!" Your balance falters on the chains as you slighty swing because of your weight. Your hands were slipping slowly with the robe around it, causing it to tear up immediately.
"Oh no!!" You fall as a result, gripping on the same chain. Soon, Your grip grew weaker. The giant bat flys fast enough. His claws were in a ready stance to steal you away once again. You figured if you let go you would fall to your death. But if you keep holding on. He would snatch you away from Silver.
Your body screaming 'let me fall' anyway so you complied. Letting your sweaty hands leave the long chain. A louder scream escaped your lungs. You knew it was dangerous. But you believed in Senior Silver.
"PREFECT!!"
You hear him, It was far away. He used his magic due to his change of size it was sufficient. But he didn't care. He just wanted anything to reach you faster.
His other hand held the pin he got from the sewing room. In a fast movement he cradled it and tried to fly. His weak magic didn't comply as well as the pin didn't. His face tensed as he noticed his failing attempts as well as the bat getting closer and closer to you. But didn't want to give this thought up, Not when you might die.
"Fly! Please fly!" His weak magic finally resonated with the pin only lifting him for a moment. But it was what he needed. With a groan he leaps off the pin higher to position himself to fall closer to you. The pin falls on the bat, Causing him to yelp in pain. Again he used magic to fasten his pace of falling to catch you.
You finally felt his slender hands around your back. Anchoring you to safety, even if you both were free-falling right now.
More dust scatters in the air as you both land between giant object in the Clock Tower.
"Senior Silver, are you okay??! Did you get injured?! You protected me when we fe—" Your hands touch his shoulders as well as other body parts he might have been injured. He didn't respond at all, It terrified you to the point you came closer to scan his face.
In the next moment, He slams you to his muscline chest, His arms securing you in his embrace. Worry creeps his face and furrows his eyebrows furiously. Your face pinks as you realize this familiar gesture. Is he crushing you to his chest?
"Senior Silver!!! I can't breathe..."
"Oh! I'm sorry!" His stiffed hold lessens as he heard your protest. He was so scared, Imagining the worst case scenario about this giant bat eating you along Grim due to the lingering smell of fruit.
You look at his face. It reassures you that you tear up. Very thankful for his straight forwardness to come for your rescue despite how hard it is. He always do such. Even in your dream, He never left you to luck or possiblities. His determation to protect you as a knight should. A smile found it's way to your lips.
Your both palms cups his cheeks as you subtly giggle. His eyes widens with a slight blush but he doesn't push you away.
"I thought you were going to get eaten by the giant bat..." He confesses in worry.
"Epel told me that Lucius shoved you into his mouth." You strike back.
"I held his teeth from crushing me into his throat." He explains as he sweats nervously.
"Allow me to worry about you too then." Pouting, you sigh in defeat after.
His eye pupils glitters with light. It took him off guard that you worry about his well being as well. "We were both in dire situations but I get more worried about you because you are not from this world..."
Oh how this man always flips tables on you. You aren't pouting anymore. A defeated smile flashes across your face.
"I understand what you mean, I would feel the same if it was you too, or I would regardless."
"You know what, I would regardless too."
You both blush and look down. Exposing yourselves even further. Oh how you thought he was so precious in this moment. You want him close even more than before.
"Prefect..."
Your eyes locks into his just find his lips an inch away from yours.
"Senior Silver?!" Your face reddens completely. Yeah you did wish for him to be close, but this is too soon!
He boldly grabs your hand. His fingers interlocking with yours. Causing you to swallow your slight scream. What is this atmosphere?? Why is he being so adorable?! What next? Will he dramatically purpose for marriage?
His face shows more shades of red before he speaks. "I had no idea that I should cover more than my vital parts..."
You cough on a stiffled laugh. "Based on what I saw in Lilia's dream with you, I can know why. So I didn't really think you meant to come off oblivious."
He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm glad Jamil helped me from embarrassing myself further."
You laughed softly. "You made me cackle when you were dead serious back there with that piece of cloth around your waist."
"Well, I suppose I thought It's the quickest solution until we figure it out." His palm rests on his neck, scattering his embarrassment away.
Your laughter gets quickly louder. His reasoning is simple and you know that. But you didn't expect to find it more funny.
But the more you laugh the more he blushes. You didn't expect him to sulk about it. Or express his embarrassment.
He leans to place his face on your shoulder. "I know you won't forget that any time soon but please... do try." He buries his red face as he clings towards your neck.
"I don't think I can even if I wanted to." You feel ticklish of his subtle breathing close to your skin. "You have to do something else to cover for it."
"Something else?" He lifts his face to meet your gaze.
You nod mischievously. Not that you want to earn anything in particular. Deep down you won't forget. Not ever. But you wanted to see what ideas he will come with.
He thinks for a moment before his eyes widens with an presented idea. He didn't know if it's going to make you forget but It's worth a shot.
Silver leans to kiss your shut-eye lids softly, You gasp. Your eyes snaps open as you gasp again. He continues to move his lips to kiss your nose. Then forehead, Your heart flutters in your chest the more his lips lingers in a profound, prolonged pecks.
His eyes scans the rest of your face. You knew he isn't done yet. But It's already too much. Your palm halts his lips from attacking your face further.
"I feel like you are using affection to make me forget. If that's it then you won..." Your unoccupied hand softly pushed him an inch away. How can he make you want him and escape him at the same time? It's insane.
"That's not my only intention."
You don't have time to grasp his next move. His lips kisses your palm that held them. You gasp and take it away just for his lips to seek yours softly.
Your breath hitches in your chest in surprise, Backing away slightly as he kept his surprises going. He doesn't let your freed hand fall next you, instead. He captured it with his as he continued to move his lips slowly. Claiming yours in a subtle, slow feather-light moving. That kind of affection weakens you somehow.
You know he could be more rough with his affection due to the circumstances you two faced but this was equally damaging to you.
He pulls away, clinging close with his forehead aganist yours.
An intense blush creeps all your face. What just happened? His soft pecks here and there did the magic. Your head only thinks about the effect it had on you. Nothing else is there. When did he learn that this kind of affection that leaves you speechless.
"Silver Vanrouge."
"Woah, I'm not your senior anymore?"
"I was planning to study for my upcoming history exam."
"I can teach yo—"
"No thank you. You taught me another lesson, sir."
He begins to laugh loudly at your reaction. He knew he succeeded, but he didn't except you get so defensive aganist being alone with him. His hand covered his mouth as his laugh got louder.
Hearing his laugh made you settle a gentle profound smile, He doesn't laugh that often. You knew you had to let it go, Maybe only for now. But next time you will jump and hold into his neck, it won't faze him anyway.
Ok I know that you only know me for my Blade fanfics but I am a calligraphy artist too and I wanna share Blade piece I made last week:
Tumblr is screwing up the colour grading but
Yeah.
I essentially condensed his existence into a calligraphy + watercolour piece. From the letter form to the tiny details, these are all the symbols and motifs that depict this wonderfully, complex and hurt man.
I could go into heavy details as to why this is what the piece looks like and my thought process so if anyone wants to pick my brain feel free to do so <3
Find all the close up shots and pictures on my Instagram
Just wanted to show this hehe. I'll be back with my fanfics <3
Edit: timelapse and thought process is up on YouTube ><
Want Blade but in a non-sexual way. Want to brush and braid his hair. Want to massage his back and shoulders to alleviate the muscle strain. Want to play with his scar littered hands. Want to help bandage his wounds. Want to watch him quietly work on his craft. Want to bring snacks and water to him so he stays hydrated and full. Want to gently caress his face and smile at him when I see his eyes carry the burdens and regrets of his past. Want to gently hug him as he talks about his life. Want to kiss his hand as a gesture of love. Want to playfully sword fight with him for fun. Want to go shopping for Sesame cat treats so he can overfeed the fat cat. Want to hear his low rumbly voice as I fall asleep. Want to cook and bake different recipes with him. Want to test my lipstick shades on his cheeks. Want to hold his hand as he stares off into the distance pondering about his life choices. Want to ask him about the weapons he has forged. Want to stare into his beautiful crimson eyes without saying a word.
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Your writing is important. There. I said it. I don't care what it is you write. It can be fluff, porn, action, adventure, poetry, or the most disturbing shit you can possibly imagine, it doesn't matter. Your writing is important. All writing is important. So keep creating. You're doing something only you can do.