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light filters through a window of a temple, visible as rays through incense smoke, against an ornate ceiling
source: https://www.tumblr.com/xiaobaosnoona/765503122406866944?source=share wang kai & hu ge as xiao jingyan & mei changsu of nirvana in fire, shot from the back
details for linked fic title: a buried and a burning flame fandom: a date with death characters: casper no archive warnings tags: 4+1 things, implied/referenced suicide, death, character study, headcanon, one (1) mention of sunshine, vignettes summary: the tendernesses (or curses and boons) of a psychopomp's life.
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now i bind myself to you with word and with blood— the last vestige of humanity in my inhuman heart, that is, and ever will be. beyond life, beyond death, that which man built that god could not divide, could not rend asunder, could not have made with his own hands in all the days of the universe— love, that most human and most divine of phenomena. your past will become my past, your future my future, your kin my kin, your gods my gods. for as long as you wish it, i am yours to love, to use, to keep, to discard. only you will be able to leave your mark where time now no longer can. this i chose, to embrace eternity by your hand, this i choose now, to be embraced for eternity by you. i came here freely and without fear, i say this freely and without fear. i, lucien winter, take you, alexandre guillaume, to be my husband. i promise to love you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health; through war, through famine, through nightmare and history, light and dark, i devote myself to you, only to you. i will love and honour you all the days i have thought, and breath, and beyond— if anything should separate me from you, whether distance or death, i will never find peace until i return to your side.
two people sleeping, curled around each other. the blanket is made of stars.
info for linked fic: rating: general no archive warnings fandom: zenless zone zero relationship: wise/harumasa tags: vignette, love confessions (sort of), conversations, revelations, banter, fluff language: english words: 1030
let me write you something? you send me 3 or more of your favourite things about someone. can be anyone. person or pet, alive or dead, fictional, an alter, yourself, honestly anyone goes. you tell me what they mean to you. i write you ~100 words of something about them thru your eyes, based on what u tell me rules • don't tell me your actual relationship (i.e. this is my friend/spouse/partner/dog/cat /etc), just the essence of it. if u had to describe it briefly, what would it be? • don't tell me their gender or name (so i don't make assumptions) • i won't publish the original contents of your submission, just my response to it! • pls don't be a dick. abuse will be ignored. that is all! be warned tho, i write v purple prose poetry & it likely isn't for everyone, so u might not end up liking it. either way, thanks for playing!
archive of our own screenshot for every man needs a weakness, by solacium rated e, no archive warnings. tags are as follows: Original Male Character(s)/Original Non-Binary Character(s), Vampire Bites, Vampire Sex, Vampire Turning, First Time, First Meetings, Loss of Virginity, Heresy, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Flirting, but not a lot, basically my very gay clergyman gets railed by the vampire who turns him, Consensual Sex, Aftercare, Tenderness, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, it's vv vague but tagging just in case summary: He gasps, and they chuckle, continuing their progress across the landscape of his burning skin, undressing him when they find fabric. And it seems to him as if their touch molds the clay man is said to have been formed from, re-making him into something new, something honest. — a young priest's forbidden desires lead him to the door of a vampire progenitor. work is complete with 4963 words
The stranger looks at him, holds his gaze for a long time, as if searching his face for something. Then he sighs softly. "You… Let me be upfront with you. There is something… else, that I think you want, that I'd be happy to offer, but only if I did not misjudge."
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The stranger chuckles, as his eyes flick away. "I did not take you for the self-conscious type." Their voice is amused, affectionate. Heat rises in the man's cheeks. "You tease me, Progenitor." "Is it unwelcome?" The reply does not come immediately. "No," the man admits, almost reluctantly. The stranger smiles. "You're honest. I like it." And inexplicably, it warms something in the man. "It would be the first time," he admits, quietly, "that I were honest and not believed aberrant for it." The stranger's fingers find his lips, trace the shape of them, lightly, as if to learn it, impress it upon their memory. "It will not be the last," they say, softly, their gaze drifting down to the man's hands, their hand following suit, to take them in their own.
The man is silent for a while, his eyes fixed on the stranger's, as if comprehending their words. "If it's all the same to you, sir, I would appreciate if you did not call me that," is all he can manage. The stranger inclines their head, slightly. "No? How would you like me to address you, then?" The man hesitates. "If not your birth name, then, a new name?" The stranger suggests, "After all, tonight will be a kind of… rebirth." And they see the way the idea clicks into place behind the man's eyes, see the way his eyes brighten at the notion. They smile. "So, my dear, by what name would you like to be christened in blood?"
They are silent for a long moment, before Lucien speaks again, his words murmured against the warm pulse of his lover's heart. "How do you bear it?" "Bear?" Alexandre laughs. "There's nothing to bear, for me; it simply is. Perhaps it's a state of existence that was forced upon me, but I had never particularly wanted to live or die before it. I just live day by day." "You don't resent it?" "Maybe at the start, when the hunger was harder to control. But now? How could I?" Alexandre presses a kiss to the crown of his head. "It led me to you." Lucien looks up at them. "You really are silver-tongued." But he is smiling. Alexandre smiles, leans in for a kiss. "Only for you."
"Is there something on your mind?" Lucien's fingers pause on their meandering path along Alexandre's face, burnished gold in the candlelight. "How'd you know?" Alexandre smiles, takes their lover's hand in theirs to press a soft kiss to the palm. "I can hear you thinking from here." "You never told me you could hear your progeny's thoughts." A laugh. "I can't. You're being uncharacteristically quiet." Lucien chuckles. "You know me well." "I've had a hundred years to learn you." "Hmm." He is silent for a while, his hands now stroking imaginary flyaways from his lover's face. "Sometimes I think it's a shame." "What is?"
the main character of love and deepspace points at the crow mephisto. the dialogue text reads: "tell me. did you eat it?"
a screenshot of the game a date with death, with a line of dialogue that reads, "you are full of life, ceph. you would fill your life with plenty, i'm sure."
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yingxing tilts his head. "you never knew?" luocha shakes his head, still mystified. "you don't want to love me," he says instead. yingxing's eyes narrow. "you think i don't know you?" "i think you don't understand what it entails." yingxing's beautiful lips press into a defiant line. "and i think you underestimate me," he says. luocha sighs. "perhaps i do." "so, knowing this, is it enough incentive for you to tell the person you've driven yourself to near death over, or do you actually enjoy slowly dying for your feelings?" luocha huffs a laugh. "you're really something, aren't you." yingxing looks at him with his dark eyes and says, "that's for you to decide," like it's a challenge.
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ao3 wrapped (writer’s edition) 1. How many words have you written this year? 2. How many works did you publish this year? 3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? 4. What work has the most hits? 5. What work got more feedback than you expected? 6. Favorite title you used? 7. If you use song lyrics, which artist did you use the most? 8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year? 9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? 10. What work was the quickest to write? 11. What work took you the longest to write? 12. How many WIPS do you have in your docs for next year? 13. What’s your longest work of the year? 14. What’s your shortest work of the year? 15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you? 16. What’s your most common ‘Additional Tags’ tag? 17. Your favorite character to write this year? 18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? 19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? 20. Which work of yours have you reread the most? 21. How many kudos in total did you get this year? 22. Which work has the most comments? 23. Did you do any collaborative works this year? 24. Did you write any gifts this year? 25. Did you receive any gifts this year? 26. What’s your most common category? 27. What do you listen to while writing? 28. Favorite work you wrote this year? 29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? 30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?
Diluc’s gaze flicks between the pages in his hand and the face of the boy in his lap. He tries not to get distracted. The blue of the early autumn sky mingles with the blue of Kaeya’s eyes, so full of wonder. It reminds him of a Liyuean poem he’d seen once. The one at the window watches you watch the scenery. And something about you adorning someone else’s dream. His eyes flick back to his book, before he can forget himself in the feeling.
your words fall, like a meteor shower, over me the dark of night illumined (lit) by this volley of lights (flames) i fall into your praise, you are gentle and kind the warmth of a hearth-light wavers your own darkness you do not know it yet, the shadows dancing on the walls have their own beat, too
“March noticed.” “March notices everything. That girl will never give me any peace about you.” “Me?” “You.” Dan Heng’s gaze flickers, between Caelus’ eyes, and the space beside him, slender fingers still tugging on the lock of hair, twisting it. “You,” he repeats, then hesitates. “You ask me what I want, he continues, You have your answer.”
Luocha looks down at him, into his face he is sure says too much, now. “Is something the matter?” “No,” Ren says, and almost leaves it at that. He watches Luocha smile, chuckle quietly, tries to form the words on his leaden tongue. “Just…” he finds he doesn't know how to say what he wants to say. “Stay,” he manages, almost in a whisper.
we have been wandering for days; around us, the gloaming dims yet again to impenetrable black. look, you whisper suddenly, a warmth at my side, a voice in the dark as it falls. i stare at the pinpricks of light, flickering at the water's edge, outlining the river— the fireflies will lead us home.
rover watches his exhausted face soften past the surprise. he is suddenly all too aware of how breathtaking he is, his eyes bright in the shadows around them. "are—" he coughs. "are you alright?" he might be blushing, he might not, but he'd rather not think about it. quietly, jiyan laughs at him, fucking laughs. at him. it makes him look younger, somehow, the ever present crease between his eyebrows vanishing for a moment, and rover feels his heart skip a beat, against his will. "that's a question i should be asking you." his voice is warm and low, perhaps there is fondness, or perhaps it is just adrenaline and exhaustion and relief. "but yes, i'm quite alright, thank you."
title: exchange author: solacium fandom: genshin impact rating: e tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Diluc/Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Diluc (Genshin Impact), Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Vampires, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Top Diluc/Bottom Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Trans Male Character, Trans Male Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Vampire Diluc (Genshin Impact), Blood Drinking, Altered Mental States, possibly slightly dubcon due to aforementioned altered mental state but depends on how you read it, i use masculine genital terms for kaeya where i can & am vague where i can’t, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Established Relationship, Established Diluc/Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Unsafe Sex, Creampie, both implied but tagging just in case!, Playlist linked, Podfic Linked Summary Some say it is chemistry, some say it is magic; either way, it wraps around Kaeya, a haze of pure euphoria. — Kaeya asks his vampire lover to bite him. It’s a little more intense than either of them expect. written for #ficwip’s multifandom match 2023, a team fluff 🍭 entry for prompt set devotion/inconstancy
title: the light of you (spills through my fingers) author: solacium fandom: honkai star rail tags/warnings: no archive warnings, Blade/Luocha (Honkai: Star Rail), Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Luocha (Honkai: Star Rail), Possession, Consensual Possession, possession sex, Hand Jobs, Ghost Sex, who tops? don't ask me, Emotional Sex, Banter, Blade is Called Yingxing (Honkai: Star Rail), but only at the end, Lucid Dreaming, sort of; i use it as a backdoor for the interactions i can't write bc one of them is incorporeal, Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, but like established in a casual undefined kinda way they talk about it.... but not here, luocha is a medium blade is a... noncorp entity that used to be human, Implied/Referenced Suicide, there is one (1) mention of it, Dirty Talk, luocha is down bad Summary: He feels the presence settle in front of him, a weight in his lap — someone straddling him — and then the soft touch of lips against his. Blade kisses him and while he can't reach out to touch him, he feels lips on his own, fingers tangling in his hair, a chest pressed to his, the beginnings of an erection, ground against his own. Luocha gasps, fists his hands in the couch cushions and bucks back against Blade, chasing the sensation that is both there and not there. -- sometimes when you're a medium, the ghosts follow you home. sometimes you grow attached them. him. and sometimes you explore pleasures previously unknown to man (?) or, the piece i shouldn't post as the first instalment of ghost AU but that i am posting anyway. the medium and his incorporeal almost-lover try something new.
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Luocha gazes down at him impassively, even as his body threatens to betray him—the flicker of a breath, quickened, the ghost of an expression that shouldn’t be on his face. He doesn’t reply immediately, leans in to Blade’s space, too close. “Have you now?” His voice is a half-whisper in the other man’s ear, and he notes with satisfaction that it elicits a response. Blade huffs out a breath, short, but almost vocalised. “And how is it I’ve been looking at you?”
"Is that why you keep flowers?" Veritas has to pause to think about it. "Not really," he says. "It is simply, like you say, for the joy of nurturing something." Aventurine nods, but pokes at him, anyway. "Isn't that what your students are for, though?" Veritas snorts. "Plants don't talk back." "Doctor," Aventurine gasps, in mock outrage. Veritas laughs. "What? It's true."
a white dog lying on the marble floor of a living room with his tongue out. his ears are somewhat relaxed
all ships week ship dossier ship: rover x xiangli yao fandom: wuthering waves description: that fucking moonlit fair hangout had me by the throat!!!! they're so adorable. anyway i think that out of everyone, yao would understand best what it's like to have the weight of expectations he never asked for on his shoulders. i like to think that they find solace in each other bc they see each other for who they are in the present, absent of lineage or history.
delicate by ignisfatuus (solacium) No Archive Warnings Apply pairing: Blade/Luocha (Honkai: Star Rail) characters: Blade (Honkai: Star Rail) Luocha (Honkai: Star Rail) tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Vignette, wtf else to i put here it's just them being disgusting, Hair Brushing, Banter, Affection Summary Luocha moves toward him, leans down to deposit a kiss on his forehead. "You know," Blade murmurs, as he pulls away, "You're a sight worth waking up for." an early morning's quiet affection. written for #ficwip's all ships ship week '2, day 2: domesticity
ship: allen walker x kanda yu fandom: d. gray-mab description: ofc i have to pay tribute to one of my oldest ships!! we love a good reluctant partners to ďťżgood friends lovers! we love them being each other's safe place to land! and them learning to rely on each other & those around them !! and the gruff camaraderie that never left, they still love to hate each other and i love that for them. absolutely doesn't help that hoshino keeps drawing them like doomed lovers. sensei, pls. my heart can't take it.
And then the moment ends, as the palm against his chest fists in his shirt and pulls him down with him gently, insistently, so he finds himself balancing precariously on one hand, staring down into imperious eyes. Blade smiles up at him and says, in that same soft, half-mocking half-affectionate voice, "You going to finish what you started?" Luocha looks down at him, knowing that the honest adoration that had crawled out of the corner of his psyche shows openly on his face, and realises, in that moment, that he really doesn't care that it does. "How could I not," he says, strokes that beautiful face with his marveling fingers.
ship dossier ship: mikejima madara x oukawa kohaku fandom: ensemble stars description: look, they were written for each other, okay. also: the mortifying ordeal of being seen!! and loved!!!
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ship: diluc x kaeya fandom: genshin impact description: i'm ngl, i first shipped them out of spite. i didn't know they would make their marital home in a corner of my brain god damnit. i love them. the implicit, unwavering trust. the domesticity. the guilt and atonement. also they are just too friggin' pretty together.
ship: blade/yingxing x luocha fandom: honkai star rail description: started shipping them bc of their synergy in battle & now they live in my head full time. i've thought ab them so much idek what is hc and what is canon anymore, but look okay i think our a-ren deserves someone to be gentle with him, but who can recognise that his life is his to choose. and in turn, this lonely traveller deserves to see himself in another, finally, and for the yawning emptiness to seem a lil less vast, a lil less hungry, because he isn't alone
His cologne suits him, Aventurine notes, something woody with a hint of rose and pepper.
Kohaku scowls. "Okay, Mr. Independent," he says, standing and wrangling Madara carefully into the one chair in the room. “Learn to let someone do shit for you once in a while. I'm not just for decoration, you know." He rifles through the bag they brought with them. "Shit. maybe I am just for decoration, of all the things to forget," he mutters to himself. To Madara he says, "We… I didn't refill the dressings. You stay here. I’m going to go get something from the store we passed on the way here. Be back in a bit.”
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a black cat lounges and stares at the camera, front paws together daintily. it has one green eye and one yellow eye.
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banner for a fic link, featuring a blurred-out asiatic lily in the background. the fic is titled "with every breath i adore you", rated M, featuring the ship blade/luocha
yao waits for the wandering fingers to reach his hand, moves with them, gently coaxes them between his own and watches cen's amber eyes flick down to meet his at the gesture. he cannot help the smile that finds its way onto his face. "sorry," cen says, abashed. and then, "did i wake you?" a wash of pink finds its way onto his cheeks. yao finds himself delighted.
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screenshot from the "deranged detective ron kamonohashi" manga showing that he's saved ron's number under his name with a heart next to it
He could tell him to do anything. “I could,” Luocha whispers against his skin, hides the hitched breath that voice draws from him, “You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be mine.” He wanders his way across Blade's skin with fingers and lips and tongue, studies the topography of his scars, his pleasure, testing, leaves his mark where he pleases.
Blade hesitates for a moment, as if surprised, but he recovers himself, quickly enough that Luocha wonders if he'd just imagined it. He laughs, soft and low and affectionate. "You're overdressed," he says. Luocha leans in, as close as he had been allowed before. Blade flinches away almost imperceptibly but doesn't turn away, and Luocha murmurs, into the sliver of space between their lips, that if Blade thinks so, he should undress him himself.
fic title: heart, hands fandom: honkai star rail relationship: blade/luocha rating: G word count: 1621
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