#cursecloud

I’m sorry I grouped everyone here, but I got so overwhelmed with love and support that I’m afraid I’ll start crying again if I were to reply to every single one of these. I’m touched, I’m feeling so many emotions to the depth of my heart. I didn’t expect to receive so many asks in support of this blog and this character. As someone who has a very hard time believing in myself and in my characterization, your words always come as the push that I always need to try and understand that my insecurities and my anxiety are all just me overthinking and me going through sad moments. 

You are all fantastic writers. Each and every one of you is someone I look up to every single day, learn from you, bounce off your content to better my writing and my characterization better. Each one of you has passions that fuel me every single day because you are interested in so many different, unique things that I never even heard of! The fandoms, the games, the books, the movies, everything! All of you are the reason I’m still here, I’m still trying to improve, I’m sharpening my creative writing skills and I found my passion in creation, writing, reading, a lot of fandoms and games. You’re fantastic people who deserve so much love, so much support, and so many hugs. 

I want to thank everyone for sending this, for taking your time and writing additional words, I love you all. It means so, so much to me and I will never stop saying it. I’m very emotional right now, it took me a bit to calm down from the way I was blushing and my heart was beating so fast. I’m still flushed from how happy and touched I am, I teared up while writing this. I’ve been so emotional these days, I’ve received so much support from everyone on Sunday as well and throughout these three days. I’m just... You’re all a blessing. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. 

Robin thanked all the gods she could think of that she had been fast enough to slay the demon that had ambushed her superior. They both had remarkable speed, but while Shinobu was delicate in her poison, Robin had the traumatic bite her breathing was named for.

“Yeah. You owe me lunch. How about that?” A smirk was given back to the pillar, letting fake confidence become a mask. The slayer looked around, tipping her head slightly back to allow her nose to catch the scent of their demonic prey.

"Says the guy who didn't get scratched," she said, Mimi was pretty sure if she was bleeding, it no longer qualified as just a scratch. It hurt.  Skirts were all fun and cute until you had to go walking through the wilderness and then she desperately wished she'd worn jeans. Jo would have been scolding her right now for being unprepared, and choosing fashion over practicality. None of the guys were particularly good at comfort.

He was trying though, that had to count for something. And more to the point he was cleaning them off for her, and placing tiger stripes and leopard print bandaids over the cuts she had gotten. He was clumsy with words, but with Taichi it was always action that seemed to matter.

He might be bad at comforting but he was good at care. Must come from being a big brother. She smiled at him, a small thing, but no less genuine for its size. "Thanks Taichi," she said, they still stung, she would admit but if he could help her she could push on for him.

"Don't overwork yourself." It's a plain and direct order, but Lan Zhan's tone is not unkind. There's clear worry in the light pinch between his eyebrows, and the downward curl of his lips. But Lan Zhan has never been the talkative kind, always choosing to express himself through actions instead of words instead.

And that's what he does, when he directs their party to stop by the nearest inn, and the Chief Cultivator himself places a bowl of warm rice porridge in Zizhen's hands once he has been properly settled in one of the available bedrooms. While Zizhen is not a Lan, he is just as much of Lan Zhan's responsibility as his juniors are, while traveling with them. Pressing his knuckles gently against the boy's forehead, his shoulders sag with relief; at least it seems to be nothing more than a light fever. "Eat first, and then have a good night of sleep."

He was exhausted, his limbs felt heavy, thought processes slowed, and yet, he kept ploughing through. Zizhen had been doing it all day despite the warning signs. It was what he had been taught, if you were alive you kept going.

“I’m fine…”

At least that was what he wanted everyone to believe.

Kindness was hard to accept. It made him uncomfortable, yet, he was grateful for it. “Thank you…” Cold hands wrapped around the bowl, he wished he could syphon all the heat from it into his body, the child that ran through his limbs made him want to curl into blankets...and yet, if you were alive you kept going.

         “Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!” Grinning, Wei Ying bounds over, little Yuming nestled happily on his hip. She hides her face in Wei Ying’s neck at that sight of Lan Zhan, shy. “We’re going into town for a few supplies. Come with us? We could have lunch together— that restaurant we took A-Yuan to is still open. The food’s still the best in town.”

           He gives a sheepish look, ducking his head. “I— if you’d like, that is.”

               an  unscrupulous  chuckle  escapes  otherwise  obscured  features,  and  the  shorter  tilts  his  head  up,  sparing  a  glance  to  the  man  beside  him.

❝  what  i'm  saying  is..  i  don't  need  to  be  persuaded  to  treat  him  like  the  worm  he  is..  ❞

               he  practically  sneered,  fraudulent  smile  barely  concealing  malignance  as  he  obviously  harbored  a  fair  amount  of  contempt  for  the  man  they  were  now  discussing.  he  wasn't  close  to  the  other  harbinger  by  any  means,  knew  little  of  him,  and  cared  not  to  learn  more..  but  that  didn't  mean  he  didn't  know  anything  about  him;  considering  their  positions  enforced  that  they  engage  with  one  another  should  the  situation  see  fit.  with  that  in  mind,  he  was  certain  the  sentiment  wasn't  unreciprocated,  even  if  only  to  the  slightest  degree.

❝  either  way..  knowing  how  repulsively  infuriating  he  is,  i  would  never  actively  seek  him  out..  that  in  itself  would  take  a  generous  amount  of  persuasion..  ❞

@cursecloud unprompted   (  always accepting !  )

"I mean... It's not that bad, is it?" Even as Shun says so, his voice speaks of nothing but amusement, much like the grin that now sits on his features as his gaze shifts from his companion, to the television in front of them.

An animation called Hercules plays on the screen, a scene where the character that's supposed to be Hades is throwing yet another tantrum. Appearance-wise, the difference between the cartoon character and the actual God of the Underworld sitting by his side on the couch is almost comical, and Shun can understand his indignation. He definitely does not look like a zombie with shark teeth and fire for hair.

Out of respect, Shun bites back a laugh.

"And it's made for children, so!" He says, as if that should be enough reason for Hades to let it slide. In an attempt at comfort—which isn't much, if you consider the smile that Shun can't seem to be able to wipe off his face—he gives Hades a few pats on the shoulder. "It's not like normal people know what you look like, right?"

An  innocence  of  a  scene  could  hide  inside  of  it  various  potential  of  untold  conversations.  How  long  did  the  God  of  the  Underground  gently  mocked  behind  his  back  delicacy  of  irony  of  an  Emperor  to  always  following  him;  to  constantly  been  a  reminder?  During  centuries,  enjoying  differently  a  considered  playground  of  mortal,  Hades  have  been  spared  of  the  same  gesture  —  avoiding  recollection  of  a  blood  view  who  traumatized  him  (  without  explicitly  expressing  that  issue)  ;  avoiding  somehow  a  casual  reminder  of  topics  left  unexplored.  There  was  no  remarks  to  be  done  about  humanity’s  hobbies  to  enjoying  fictional  content  for  their  enjoyment:  he  had  the  same  pleasure,  projected  towards  a  quiet  observation  full  of  disapproving  of  people’s  life…meanwhile  fictional  content  was  allowed  to  remaining  more  or  less  harmless  in  the  biggest  scheme,  he  was  preferring  acting  within  reality;  joining  games  that  will  impacting  real  people.

An  observer’s  position  was  a  well-known  place,  too  much  comfortable,  too  much  eventually  boring  for  desiring  these  sparks  of  actor.  As  first,  a  welcoming  proposition  left  out  within  a  curious  side,  middly  uninterested,  trying  to  showing  best  of  his  persona  when  it  was  involving  past  heroes’  stories.  There  was  an  impulsive  wish  coming  from  it  :  since  he  had  been  here,  though  in  the  background  of  the  spectators  seats  having  no  truest  importance  in  the  play,  even  after  centuries,  he  could  catching  up  every  little  mistake  mortals  made  about  them.  So,  though  that  movie  never  pretended  taking  realistically what  happened ,  slowly  his  expression  expressed  shapes  of  discomposure,  disapproval,  frowning  by  instants,  shock…as  comparison  was  protectively  exposed  within  his  head.  However…something…just  happened:  regardless  how  young  his  features  remaining,  maturity  into  a  gaze  projected  outside  a  millennium  divinity  removed  of  barriers  of  lies.

While  presenting  towards  mortals,  by  a  hidden  respect,  Hades  was  protecting  them  by  projecting  some  part  of  his  personality,  twisting  it  into  something  pleasant  for  their  eyes  —  even  when  he  was  filled  of  good  attention,  uncanny  playfulness  would  hide  some  part  of  his  personality,  removing  aspects  that  didn’t  wanted  to  be  expressed.  Luckily  enough,  he  trusted  Shun  enough  for  welcoming  the  exception  —  following  the  few  witnessed  such  personable.  He  hadn’t  talked  at  all  during  watching,  feeling  nevertheless  that  change  within  his  features,  ignoring  the  slow  discomposure  of  his  face.  Irony  came  back  at  him  altogether:  misunderstandings  about  his  persona  ;  that  conflict  with  Athena  ;  talk  appearance  in  front  of  his  next  vessel…Touching  too  much  humanity  will  awakening  irony.