my favorite artist has risen from the dead and i did nawt even hesitate to comm her yet another gnsn kai 🥀 zero notes on this one. just wanted to put myself in a beach episode for the summer 🏝️ i was halfway through designing a summer skin but thought what if i just put them in a shiny bikini top 🤔 and the rest was history 🕊️

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It happens on the way to Thalassa heading for Insumousu, after completing another "script" with Blade. Another group of swords to lay to rest in hand, destined for the lonely shores of the island the Thalassan people have gifted to Blade, no. From what Blade had said they had gifted it to "Yingxing" when he first showed up swords in hand, giving him an island to lay his creations and the souls attached to rest in thanks for his part in driving the borisin from the planet all those centuries ago.

Trailing behind Blade as we walk through the busy streets of a merchant planet we had stopped to restock at, I can't help but stare at his hair as it sways in the wind–my eyes stuck on those crimson strands that match the petals on that tree. Part of me loathes the sight of that crimson and what it took from Yingxing, his choice, his ability to die, his mind.

Selfishly a larger part of me is glad about it, that somehow, someway that tree ended up apart of my husband. Yet at the same time bitter jealousy still claws at my insides, Dan Feng had got to spend a lifetime with our husband in person, Dan Feng had gotten to watch his hair turn silver and the way wrinkles formed in his face. Dan Feng had got to be with our husband, live with him and kiss him and touch him and all I had was one stolen week before I had to flee a place that had felt like home because of a so called "blessing".

And now there was only me, me and the husk of a man that had risen from the ashes of whatever was done to Yingxing.

I slowed down without noticing, eyes trailing over every part of Blade as my heart pulsed faster in my chest. He wasn't Yingxing–I had known that as soon as I met him in person–no, regardless of what Destiny's Slave had promised Blade was his own person; but oh, he was even easier to love than Yingxing and Dan Feng had been–and not because I could stand next to him unlike them.

For all that he refused to admit it and potrayed himself as an unfeeling weapon I knew otherwise, he was soft hearted and simply torn apart by the cruelty of how the universe treated the lives of others. I could see it in the way he indulged the little wolf when she demanded he watch her play her games, the way he would stand and stare at the little flame in her glass prison, even the way he trailed the spider and carried her bags during her shopping sprees.

I know he is, because none of the other hunters except the spider are comfortable enough to pry me about myself and yet I keep waking up after falling asleep in the infirmary to a bowl of pre-cut mango sitting next to me. For all that he is no longer Yingxing, Blade still seems to remember most of the things I had included in my letters.

More than anything, the memory of that tiramisu he has made me and the kiss I had gotten after eating it, is all the proof I need to know that he is gentle.

A smile ghosts along my lips, a vine crawls down my bicep as equilateral petals bloom and fall off. Nearby there is a bang, something flies by my face colliding with a stall, blowing it up and sending the crowd into a frenzy. Right on time.

"After collect the Stellaron from Entyx, on the merchantile planet distance yourself from Blade. The IPC will target you first, it is vital that Blade doesn't court death by shielding you on this mission."

Haaa, how scary! Maybe one day I really would get to see Yingxing again. I think to myself, smile turning into a fang filled grin as across the market Blade whips around; something that almost looks like concern flashing through his crimson eyes.

In barely a blink Dainsleif is in my hands, curling the spiked chain tight around my arm with one hand. Purple blood beads along the metal and seeps into it, my other hand tightens on the kusarigamas handle and with a sharp motion the chain whips out at the approaching IPC agents.

Blood glitters in the air, one second liquid the next second a thousand little thorns digging into the skin as I dart off to meet with Blade. As always Yingxing's last gift to me thrums with satisfaction in my hand, the metal warming then chilling as I tucked it away again.

Blade sighs as I sprint past grabbing his hand, but follows along without complaint as the commotion behind us grows louder. That is where it should have ended, the rest of my script being a blank page; aside from what time the little wolf would pick us up from Insumousu, and how to avoid triggering the Stellaron we had picked up.

It happens as go to leave the merchant planet, our purchases tucked away in Blade's quantum storage unit. My energy flooding into one of the silver rails to take us straight to Thalassa, Blade goes first–just like Yingxing–and once his form disappears I can't help but let out a laugh.

"Death is fuel to the flame [Stellaron], don't let it feed or it will burn out of control."

I should have figured this would happen, when the little wolf had been told she wouldn't need to bring new clothes for Blade along she had looked at the Slave in disbelief. Even the spider and the little flame had seemed surprised, the latter commenting how there was always death on the "scripts" Blade was involved in.

Cold steel pierces my stomach, and a strangled sound escapes me as the electrified end of the glaive flares to life. What a shame for the dogs running my way that this pain was a drop in the bucket of eternity, that wretched aeon does not let it's Beloved Emanator experience death.

Had it been Blade this would have "killed" him for a time, the electrical charge enough to burn out a heart; but there is horrorified recognition blooming on the face of the woman trailed by a warp trotter, and as I tug myself away on the silver rail to Insumousu the last thing I hear is a panicked shout—"All units fall back, the Emanator of Abundance Aconite has joined the Stellaron Hunters! Close the ports!"

Haha, they must think I left a disease behind, like the hundreds I had littered across the planets THEY so adored.

A beautiful sunset greets my eyes when I step foot onto Insumousu, red into yellow into orange that matches Blade's eyes. I can't help but giggle at the thought, finding it unbearably funny for some reason. Then again it was probably the blood loss, just because THEIR blessing meant I was unable to be granted even a temporary death didn't mean my brain appreciated the lack of oxygen.

"What took you so lo…" Blade turns, a faint undercurrent of irritation in his voice only to trail off as he spots me. His eyes widen just the slightest bit, and I can see as his brain practically shuts down; the faint magenta flickers of the spider's web showing up as his mara starts to flare.

"Sorry Blade… some dog thought they could stop me from closing the path behind myself." I shrugged at him as I stood up straighter, swaying slightly as I gripped the glaive and started to remove it. Somehow it had missed every single seal wrapped around my body, it would take a while to heal if I didn't take those off.

Looking at the glaive in my hand my lip curls, what a poor excuse for a weapon. It takes hardly any effort at all to make it fall to pieces, rust rapidly forming until the metal grows brittle and flakes apart under my poisonous touch.

Warm arms catch me as I stumbled forward, my vision winking out briefly body protesting the lack of blood. Looking up my eyes connect with Blade's, his eyebrows are furrowed and the line of his shoulders are tense. There is a scowl on his face as he lowers us to the ground, but I can't help the grin on my face as he lays me across his lap one of his hands cradling my head.

"Why didn't you dodge?" He asks, an emotion I can't name in his eyes as they drift to the gaping wound in my torso. The breeze tickles a little, makimg me giggle before the memory that this could have been the little wolf returns to sober me.

"You were blocking the view," I shrugged, wheezing a little as it makes the wound pulse oodly. It was something to the left of pain, I had had injuries like this thousands of times before I met Yingxing, but it still felt weird sometimes.

"Hm." Blade's free hand trails down my body, down the nice white clothes the spider had gotten to replace the altar garb I'd worn since Destruction had graced my planet. It stops at the edge of my wound, the heat of his body seeping into my body and into the wound as well.

Despite the fact my stomach was currentl patching itself up slowly I could feel the phantom sensation of it twisting, heat filling my body as I stared up at him curiously. I had never seen him so intense before, not even when unknowing civillians would flirt with me on scripts and he would get jealous had he looked so intense.

Ah, but then again he looked a little similiar to when… a shiver ran down my spine at the idea, my heart stuttering inside my chest as his thumb brushed against the edge of the wound. Blade's eyes flared brighter though they were no magenta sparks this time, and a helpless flustered laugh slipped past my lips.

His eyes looked the exact same way after an hour of kissing each other, the sight brought a thought to mind I knew I shouldn't entertain. Not only was it unhygenic, not only had neither of us been ready to move past kissing, but it might even make him disgusted with me if I voiced it.

"Hey Blade," I couldn't help myself, I shouldn't. I shouldn't yet my heart jumps as his eyes snap back to mine, and I can't help the way my lips part filthy, vile words spilling out. "You can put your hand inside me if you want, you can do anything you desire to me Blade."

For a second I almost regret my lack of self control as he stills completely, the faint flickers of shame starting to curl inside me as his hands move to pick me up. The world spins again as he lifts me, and I'm left staring up at him in confusion as he moves as further into the island he was gifted.

Blade stops barely a few minutes later in a thick grove of trees that has a crystal clear river running through it, his hold on me tight as he sits and leans against a large boulder. One of his hands stops me from turning my head to look at him, making me resort to looking in the startlingly clear reflection to see his face.

His expression makes me squirm and Blade doesn't even have to tell me to stop moving before I freeze, my breath catching at the feeling of the tent in his pants. Had he really..? My earlier fear of rejection melts away, heat filling my body as I let him manhandle me into the position he wants.

I probably shouldn't be turned on by this, I can't help but think as I watch his hand approach the wound–half the size it had been–in the river's reflection. I'm unable to scrap up any care for what I "should" be feeling though, breath catching in my throat as his fingers trace the edge of the bloody cavern.

It feels strange, there is no pain, there hasn't been any pain since I was still just a sprout in my garden bed, yet I'm not sure it feels good either. Slowly his fingers skim along the torn skin, and my heart pounds in my chest as two of his fingers slide into the mess.

"Mmn," I can't help but whimper at the feeling, a flush crossing my cheeks at the strange sensations his exploration causes. I've had weapons in my body, I've had other plants in it, I've even had spectral passangers try to steal it from me but all of those things had been annoying at best.

The feeling of Blade's fingers digging into me was something else, strange and unfamiliar but it was his fingers so I welcomed it. Another shudder run down my spine as he curled them, digging them into my torso and making a fresh gush of blood drip from my body. I clung to his arm reflexively, fingers curling into his sleeve as I squeezed my eyes shut. That definetly shouldn't have felt as good as it did, still I whined in complaint as he removed them.

I don't want to open my eyes, don't want to see if that curious fascination on his face had turned to disgust. Slick fingers touch my face, the scent of blood flooding my nose and I have to bit my lip to hold back a flustered whimper.

"Look at me," Blade's voice rumbles behind me, but I can't, I can't. Fear of rejection is a long time friend, but it doesn't make it any easier to overcome. His fingers squeeze my cheeks a little, a sigh that I can feel brush against my neck leaving him.

"Spade, look at me." Blade's voice is firm, deeper than before as he practically growls into my ear, his hand turning my head around.

The sound of my name–a name I hadn't even gotten to hear Yingxing speak aloud before I left the Zhuming, that I had only told him through letters–had my eyes snapping open in surprise. Brown collided with intense burnjng orange as I stared up at him, wide eyed and starting to tremble in his hold.

"Spade," the growl dissapears from Blade's voice, his eyes softening as he looks at me. I can hardly breath as his forehead presses against mine, heart in my throat as his bloody thumb presses against my lips until they part so he can rest in against my tongue. The satisfaction that blooms to life in his eyes makes me whimper again, squirming a little in his lap.

"Blade?" I ask hesitantly when he stays silent, clinging harder to him as he suddenly moves me again. This time he lays me out on my back in the grass, blades of it tickling me as Blade hovers above me an unreadable expression on his face.

His hands are gentle as they run up and down my body, careful as they strip my blood soaked clothes from my body and sets them aside. It makes my heart jump, and suddenly I can understand why humans would get so flustered when my old clothes turned transluscent in the rain. Being bare like this underneath him had my heart racing and my body trembling, my fingers digging into the dirt as I kept staring at him.

"Anything I desire?" Blade finally speaks again, his eyes darkening as he leans down until our noses brush. The sound of a zipper being undone may as well have been a gunshot in my ears, my breath hitching as Blade's mouth dips down–his tongue licking away the blood on my neck.

"Don't forget the permission you granted me Spade," Blade murmurs against my skin as his knee knocks my legs further apart, his hand lifting one up to hook it around his waist. Blade's other hand returns to the nearly healed wound on my stomach, his fingers sliding into it and digging to reopen it.

Briefly I felt annoyed, knowing that if any dirt got into it I would have to unravel the seals to let THEIR power purge it from my body. The feeling didn't last for long though, before I could even take my next breath Blade's cock slid deep inside my dripping cunt making my back arch.

"Aahhaaahh Bladie!" I whined at the sudden fullness, head thumping back against the grass as my hands flew up to clutch at his shoulders. I dug the heel of my foot into his back spitefully over his lack of warning, though I suppose his little reminder had been my warning.

"Mmm, just let go there's no need to concern yourself I might find you undesirable." He sighs out, his mouth pressing small kisses and bites all along my neck. Moving up, up, up to instead plaster them across my face, his burning gaze fixated on me. "Everything about you Spade, it's all captivating to me."

"This feeling is unlike anything that came before," his fingers dig deeper into my torso as his hips languidly thrust back and forth, drawing another high pitched whimper from my throat that seems to make him shudder above me. "Touching you… the mara goes silent, in your presence it quiets until I can barely hear it at all."

"I wonder what other sounds I can draw out of you, you already sound so sweet." Blade drags his tongue along my cheek, licking up a tear I hadn't even realised I had shed. A faint, strangled sound escapes me in response and his eyes light up even further.

"Blade, Blade, mmn." I cried out his name as his hips sped up, back arching as he dug his fingers into my torso even more. I felt dizzy, I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment; I felt more awake than I had ever been before, unable to stop the noises spilling out of me in response to his actions.

"Yes… just like that sweetheart, singing so pretty for me." Blade groans, a wet squelch sounding as he removed his hand from my gut. A confused, disappointed whine escaped me before I could swallow it down and my gut twisted as his eyes sparked in amusement, shivering as a low chuckle left him.

"Don't worry Spade, what I'm about to do will feel a lot, lot better than that." Blade promises, leaning even closer to me until his chest is pressed against mine. His voice rumbling through my chest, his hand sliding down my body between my legs; and I can feel myself unravelling like frayed yarn beneath him, a keen escaping me as everything suddenly becomes too much.

My nails sharpen into claws against his shoulders, my vines writhing against the grass and flowers sprouting from the ground. It feels so good I can barely keep my eyes open, it feels so good I want to look away to try and control myself; but as if he can sense my intentions Blade presses a bruising kiss to my lips, biting them as he jerkingly thrusts into me a few more times before his own release overwhelms him.

He swallows down the sob that leaves me as he fills me, his hands patting soothingly along my thighs and hips as I squirm underneath him. Blade doesn't let up until I've gone slack beneath him, dazed and pliant as he lingers above me. My eyes track him tiredly as he pulls back, a wave of hot embarrassment washing over me at the sight of his pants stained in my blood and arousal alike.

"Heh," Blade smirks, a faint laugh leaving him. Scowling up at him I kick out at him as he picks me up again, grumbling to myself and turning my head away watching the riverbed get closer.

"Don't pout, I need to clean you up so you don't dirty your new clothes." Blade says as he kneels next to the river, lowering me into the stream. One hand flat on my back as the other rubs away the blood on my torso, I watch for a little bit until his words register in my mind.

"New clothes?" I can't help but give him a mystified look, it's not like there were any clothing stores around.

"At the last planet," no, "my script," absolutely not, "said to buy you another outfit," surely this wasn't actually happening, "I saw no reason not to follow it."

I stared blankly at Blade as he stared back at me, there was a chance the Slave had instructed him to but it because there was no getting that amount of blood out of white clothes. There was also a chance the Slave had foreseen this happening, Blade's hand covered my mouth as I opened it.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Blade says firmly, giving me a flinty look. "This is between us and nobody else."

He doesn't remove his hand until I nod, though he only moves to pick me up yet again. Conjured wind swirls around me drying me off in an instant, Blade carefully setting me on my feet before summoning the clothes he had gotten me. He doesn't bother to turn away as I get redressed, and he looks vaguely pleased to see me in black and gold like him.

I smile when he grabs my hand, happily following him out of the grove to our original destination. Blade doesn't let go of my hand once as he impales each weapon into the ground, finishing the process just as the glitching sound of the little wolf's portals sounds out.

When the two of us step through back into base the little wolf throws me a confused look, but her face clears up at the sight of Blade's blood stained pants. A snicker escapes me as she storms off, grumbling about getting the bucket.

A warm hand cups my cheek, and I blink curiously up at Blade as he turns my face his way. I let out a pleased sigh as his lips press against mine, my eyes slip shut as I lean into it only to jump away from him as a loud crash echoes nearby. Snapping my head over the little wolf stands in the doorway with an open mouth and the bucket on the floor, the spider stands behind her with a hand over her mouth looking amused.