hella-lame-really

Lyria slams her needle down in frustration, popping her finger into her mouth and sucking, frustrated at having pricked it again. As she’s trying to stop the bleeding, she catches a glimpse of her wrist, then slowly takes her finger out of her mouth, looking at the scars there as the blood wells up. Eventually a drop moves, forming a rivulet that reaches her wrist and trickles down. She frowns. Her mind begins to wander, maybe she could make them go away. With some magic, or something. But no. That’s impossible. Magic isn’t real. Well, okay, magic was real, but it couldn’t do something about her scars. Not the kind of magic Rikki seemed involved with anyways. That’d involve changing her life entirely. Probably wasn’t a good thing to think about, she sighs.

Mulan had never been fond of dancing, but Aurora was, and so Mulan danced.

Couples swirled about the floor in flowing gowns and lavish costumes,. The room glowed from the light of thousands of candles. People from all over Aurora’s kingdom as well as numerous visitors from neighboring lands crowded the room, all here to celebrate the royal marriage.

Mulan felt mildly out of place in her patterned silk robes modeled after the fashion of her home country. She had never felt comfortable in the clothes popular in Aurora’s kingdom, and as this ball was half in her honor, she wore what she liked. Aurora had insisted anyway, claiming it suited Mulan best. The oversized sleeves also afforded Aurora the amusement of tickling Mulan’s elbows when she wasn’t paying attention.

Aurora wore a light gown the same shade of blue as her eyes (Mulan had insisted) that sparkled with each graceful movement. Her hair was filled with shiny jeweled pins and crowned with a modest tiara. Mulan had consented to a matching jeweled hair piece, which, even small as it was, felt like too much.

The two women danced in the center of the grand ballroom, moving through steps Aurora had learned as a child. Mulan had learned only a week prior, from an army of tutors that insisted such skills were necessary and Mulan had deemed mostly useless. She was content to let Aurora draw her around the room, her eyes never leaving the other woman’s face. 

"You know," Aurora said.  "Traditionally, in a dance like this, the male partner would lead."

Mulan hummed and tightened her fingers around Aurora’s, feeling the band of her ring move against her skin. “Yes, and what happens when both partners are women?”

Aurora’s eyes twinkled. “Why, my dear, the Queen leads, of course.” She shifted their bodies abruptly and dipped Mulan back, earning a delighted gasp of laughter from her partner.  

When they rose again, Mulan spun Aurora around, drawing her in close. “We’re both Queen now,” she murmured, kissing her wife. 

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A terribly terribly overdue draw request from my tags anon (wish I could tag you directly? but I assume you’ll see it eventually). Hope this was worth the wait, darling <3<3

Shoutout to jessmiriamdrew who helped me find Mulan’s outfit. Its based on a Court Scholar-official outfit from the Han period. Originally there was a second drawing where you could see more of the front of her outfit, but alas that one is lost. 

ambulant-icecreamgirl replied to your post:Hey guys, so I’m feeling a little down and…

*whispers* daisuga

Prompt: Write about a messy area in your home, workplace, or life.

"Daichi" Koushi whined into the kiss as his heel bumped into a pile of books that was lying on the floor. Actually, he was pretty sure that he had bumped into that exact pile a few days ago when his vision wasn’t blocked by the (extremely handsome) face of another guy. Daichi ignored the annoyed tone of his boyfriend’s voice and continued guiding the smaller man to his bed so they could make out in more comfortable positions, but it was Koushi that was doing the guiding. As much as he would like to, he couldn’t focus on the kisses that he so wanted because he was distracted by the things that kept touching his feet. It wasn’t long before he actually tripped over god knows what, and they hadn’t even crossed half the room.

"Daichi," he tried again, the syllables of his words being cut off every once in a while by the lips of the man he was trying to speak to, "when exactly do you plan on cleaning your room?"

Daichi just hummed, making it obvious that he wasn’t exactly paying attention to Koushi’s words as he continued to gently push his boyfriend backwards. Once again, Koushi tripped over another neglected item that was haphazardly left on the floor by its owner. This time, however, the stumble is a little more violent, and it forces the couple to stop moving so the silver-haired boy could regain his balance.

"Sawamura Daichi!" Koushi exclaimed, more surprised than irritated, and his boyfriend was forced to break from his love-stricken gaze to look at the silver-haired boy, blinking a few times.

"Huh?" he said dumbly, and Koushi sighed.

"This is literally the fourteenth time I’ve tripped over something lying around your apartment today" Koushi scolded, even though his arms were still wrapped around Daichi’s neck and their foreheads were pressed together. The bigger man laughed a little.

"You counted? Even though I’m pretty sure that is absolutely not the case, I’m flattered" he teased as he tried to steal another kiss, but Koushi wisely avoided the advances.

"Daichi! This is not a compliment! I am going to fall and die one of these days because you refuse to put something away instead of putting it down!"

"I wouldn’t let that happen to you. You only trip when you’re distracted, and that only happens when you’re kissing me, as you should be doing right now.”

Koushi sighed and looked away, mumbling “I want to but my life is kind of on the line here” as he surveyed the area surrounding his feet. Daichi just laughed and took his boyfriend’s hand, safely guiding them both over his piles of clothes, books, and other miscellaneous objects to their original destination.

ninjafirefox asked:

How did Rabbitfoot lose his leg? Was it hard for him to get bac into the swing of being a warrior afterward?

When he was like about to become a warrior, Rabbit was probably chasing prey and didn’t notice he was getting close to the road and got hit by a car by the time he noticed T.T But the person was like “oh shit” and took him to the vet and got him better and when he was like better again he was taken to a animal shelter but Rabbit was basically like “wtf I should’ve been a warrior by now” and managed to leave, but he was really shaken by losing his leg and was in shock. Of course Rabbit had no idea where he was but met a friendly, mellow and chill barn cat (or loner idk yet)(The loner/Barn-cat’s name is Riley) and Riley suggested that Rabbit stayed until he got use to his leg, which Rabbit did, but it was really difficult for him to get use to it but eventually he did, with the support of Riley ^w^ And then Riley helped him get home and yeah.
 Rabbit’s skill was doubted but he proved himself and became a warrior c:

I’m treating valentines day more like a milestone of how long I can stay single.

anonymous asked:

I love you, even if you don't. I hope someday you'll see yourself as the stunning piece of art that you are. But either way, I love you for you because you are rad. Me and the other anons always will.

Thank you anon friend… I’ve just been feeling hella lame lately, but this really made my day c: