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#fengqing #fengfeng 🔞
Feng Xin is alone and in a sour, melancholy mood.
His husband, Mu Qing, is away on a mission on the mountains of the Southwest. Their array can only do so much...
So, to alleviate some of his tension, Feng Xin summons his trusted deputy/clone Nan Feng to warm him up +

Maybe chemistry is just leftover love from a past life. Maybe it was so strong it lingered, latched onto the soul like a stain, a pretty purple bruise. Maybe that’s why you feel so instantly drawn to some people. Why you click. Why you work, easy as breathing. The soul remembers.

No five year plan, no real life goal except to lose myself in stories, in art, in nature, in life. I don’t get to keep this heart when I move on so I want to leave it scattered among everything I’ve ever loved.

When is a kiss not a kiss? When it’s a look, a touch. Gravity pulls you in and your lips don’t touch but your souls do.

Feng Xin has Mu Qing pinned to the ground with his hand on Mu Qing's jaw, holding him still. Mu Qing is resisting as much as he can. Feng Xin's expression is serious while Mu Qing has a sarcastic grin on his face. Both have suffered injuries such as stabs and cuts and are drenched in blood with Mu Qing's longsword out of his hand, stabbed on the ground. In the background there are broken arrows and the air is blowing debris all around.

The generals are fighting again 🙄😮‍💨 #fengqing #fengxin #muqing #tgcf

More #darksouls .. this time an unmasked Artorias from awhile ago

I'm not sure why, to be honest, but for some unfathomable reason, this is my favourite shot of brett!Holmes & burke!Watson

Bloody crow.
#art #bloodborne

Traveler

2020 #soulstober format

#bloodborne #soulsborne #art #fanart #sketch

[ #originalstories #snippets #WtWMtL #writing ]

[ #fanfics #snippetsoffics #TPoK #Bloodborne ]

One day, he would find himself trapped in a nightmare, and there he would remain. Engulfed in flames and stripped of mem'ry and yet not cleansed of /sin/.

--And he /disliked/ being interrupted.

--He doesn’t ask who ‘they’ are. But when he turns to look at him, Richard finds himself wishing fervently he had remained quiet for once in his damnable life and immediately averts his own gaze.
There are two things about him that he had learned very early on: Laurence had rather a sharp tongue.--

[ #fanfics #snippetsoffics #TPoK #Bloodborne ]

“They say students of Byrgenwerth used to go on expeditions into the Tomb of the Gods.”
Laurence stops in the middle of undressing. He stands framed by the window and the full moon’s wan light is making his skin look paler than it really is.--

Snippets of dialogue from the Bloodborne fic I'm working on~ (Not that they will tell you much of anything that's going on by themselves, but I feel like sharing them anyway~)

[ #fanfics #Bloodborne #TPoK ]

Hand-painted Seth from #Ennead

#Seth #sha #mask #traditionalart

Oh nice, I'll have to check that out! 🔥 Love JL, she's great (and what happened to her was fucking awful, goddamn). Her and FX would've been a real power couple, no doubt, haha. /And/ good parents, I imagine

People of Bluesky! Let's get to know each other better. What is your favorite movie?

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Caress of a sun

#TGCF #FengXin

🔥reintroduction thread!🔥

Name: Cav
Pronouns: he/him
Location: EU
Hobbies: Roleplaying, writing in general, reading, video games, translation
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(Inspired by a fanart by @/msmsnst on Tw*tter)

-mesmerised now than he was back then when he was young and stupid.

-they meant it. Like that was what they saw in him. Like he /wasn't/ making /that face/ - distant to the point of looking cold. Unfriendly. Unapproachable.
More than eight centuries have passed and still he finds he can vividly recall that moment and his own surprise, finding himself no less-

-scrapes.
For a moment, he finds himself transported back in time, sees those hands the way they used to look, distributing cherries to much smaller, grubby ones.
To the hands of children who all but /flocked/ to Mu Qing the moment they laid eyes on him. Who surrounded him, calling him "gege" like-

[ FengQing 🏹⚔️ ]
Feng Xin can't help but stand and stare, eyes transfixed on deft long fingers as they work to straighten up Fu Yao's collar and put his neckband in place.
Those pale hands have always been elegant, but the skin is smooth and unblemished now where it used to be chapped and covered in-

-the one he picked it up from.
He often butchers it terribly, but never to the point where it would no longer be recognisable.
It's a tune Mu Qing's mother always used to hum.

[ FengQing 🏹⚔️ ]
One time, back when they were both still Xie Lian's subordinates, Feng Xin heard Mu Qing hum /very quietly/ to himself while Mu Qing was working.
Years later, when Feng Xin sometimes hums to himself, he subconsciously always picks that very tune, not remembering that Mu Qing is-

-/swatting at that hand/ like a startled cat because he doesn't know what to do with /that kind of gesture/ yet. Nor with the warmth he'd been able to feel seeping through his robes where the hand had been resting just a second ago.

[ FengQing 🏹⚔️ ]
Feng Xin carefully placing a hand against the small of Mu Qing's back for the first time post-canon when they haven't quite established what exactly /they are/ to each other now, when he can sense Mu Qing thinking too much about something again & Mu Qing immediately moving away,-

-before, “Idiot. What were you holding on for for so long?”