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yellowfingcr · 11 hours
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Assistance Required
I apologize for the sheer amount of these I've been doing lately but frankly it's been a funky year so far and we're only a 4th the way through so far.
Long story short, an animal got into my grandmother's ventilation system at her house, and right now the place is unlivable due to the scent as it unfortunately, also died in there. We need 500 to cover the cost, and right now things are tight for everyone here. If you can contribute it's appreciated, if not, understandable but please consider sharing! Thank you!
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yellowfingcr · 14 hours
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"You, radiance and light of the sun itself given form, do not know what I see in you? Beloved shadow mine..." A calloused hand takes her own while the other holds her cheek, thumb caressing her knuckles even as he smiles softly. "As if I am not likewise caught fast in the sheerness of you and your love, immaterial and phantasmal though you seek so often to be. You who, for all that your sharpness and cruelty in a likewise cruel world is known, would bind the world by your will into something kinder than ever a god or man could conceive... as if I could have ever hoped to resist. As if I would ever have considered resisting you." His lips brush her forehead, then his gently bumps into her own. "If I be mountain-cut and fire-strong, let it be known that by the river of you have I been shaped and that by the love of you my flames be fed. Let it be known that the sum of you, assassin and sorceress and scholar each without peer, are each in their turn deserving of more than I could hope to give... yet I will strive all my days to do so, deserving of it and much more that you are."
Leviathan help her, but he wasn’t supposed to know like this! He wasn’t supposed to learn that sentence so frictionlessly, nothing at all lost in the path to his ears! Heysel thinks he knew already but regardless he should have discovered the swallowed fish hook in her heart by sussing out the protrusion, feeling it press hard against his fingertip and there intuit the secret wound, understood and unspoken. Certainly he wasn’t meant to scalpel her chambers open, nor present the bloody thing, sharp and gleaming and awful, between both their hands. 
“Brom, I- gods. You take what I say too seriously,” she chuckles, too quick for honest mirth, “It’s not.. well, I just-”
Her eyes, so wide under his touch, as his fingers find hers, his brow her brow; and against the honesty of him she thinks she could melt like wax. What can she even say? What are the words for it? You are so impossibly warm it makes me candle-skinned, my every border soft for you, just for you. I trust you so wholly I want you to make this of me. Liquid and luminous and edgeless, a star held in the cup of your arms. 
She inhales. Exhales. 
“...No. No, no excuses from me.” Her gloved palm sets, gently, over the hand cradling her cheek. “I could try to say oh no, but ‘twas a mere jest!, but we both know it was only to a degree. My disbelief is real. I did mean that. But I believe you more, because you are the single most important thing in my life, and- that’s what matters, I think. You would not say what… all of what you’ve just told me if you didn’t mean it. Which was, by the way. Just. Ah.”
Heysel, who was Goldfinch, who is sharp and cruel, garrote woman of beartrap mercy, by all means bashfully looks away, for a moment. Under the dark skin of her face, rising heat, then a clearing of her throat.
“I am trying. I mean, what I’m attempting, the whole- ridiculous, overcomplicated math I’m doing- it’s. My gods I am terrible at this."
"If I have kindness it has been whetted into the polished thing it is because of you. You are tender. You’ve offered me tenderness. Me. I think I’m still dealing with the notion. I’ve spent my whole life making myself less than a shadow, and I don’t regret it, but, still, to deserve someone of your magnitude of beauty, to be someone who exists, truly and entirely, with someone this splendid, who wants me in his life, who feels for me, I’ve- no. I’m again wandering off in strange directions, and I’m rambling. When there is really only a few things that I need to say.”
A beat. She looks at him and there is no mirror and no smoke and there is only Heysel, who leans forward to press a kiss to his lips, a private little thing, unhurried and light. When she draws back, a secret of a smile.
“Thank you. I love you.”
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yellowfingcr · 16 hours
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"Leonhard?"
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yellowfingcr · 16 hours
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"Simon! Friend! You're back! I'm so glad you're not dead! You have to pay the returned from the void tax."
Heysel opens her mouth, clearly expecting to be allowed a bite from the apple.
The sound of something crunching breaks whatever attention you may have had and it’s instead directed towards a shabby looking man holding a partially eaten green apple in one hand and a stained newspaper in the other: Yharnam's Sentinel.
He hums, and the the tone just seems so familiar- unnervingly so.
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yellowfingcr · 19 hours
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" Have you ever fought a dragon? " And won? But Frieren omitted this very part of her question. It should be a given and besides, if she did not win the fight, the other would not stand in front of her. Right? She gazed up at the woman. " I need someone to distract the dragon down the valley for me. " She was not particularly in the mood to play tag with a dragon today.
Heysel, caught in the middle of scribbling something inside a palm-small journal in an even tinier cipher, stared at the visitor with the disoriented look of a woman abruptly woken up, then replied, politely, with:
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“What?”
And then again, with more feeling: “Ah- what?”
Truth was she’d sort of heard the question, but the stranger’s look had made the processing of it a secondary task in the sweet sponge of her mind. Nothing too outlandish to her: Heysel had witnessed slit pupils, wings, claws, fire and curse, rot and decay growing upon and distorting living beings, and who was asking her questions had none of such traits. But she did have two long ears, tapering to a fine end, and she simply couldn’t help but think that her teacher eternal, the Onyx Lord who gifted her the knowledge needed to void-walk, had those as well.
He was meteor-skinned and long of limb, though. She wasn’t either.
“Sorry, uh. My thoughts were elsewhere, but I’m here with you now. No? I’d say no. I have never slain a dragon in my life. A touch too large for my killing expertise.” A flick of her wrist, and the journal disappeared inside a secret pocket or another like a card trick. Her fists, now empty, settled at her sides. “You need it, nonetheless? Oh, gods, wait. This is Liurnia. You’re talking about that thing in the middle of the shallow lake, aren't you? Are you trying to steal something from its nest?”
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yellowfingcr · 1 day
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// burned a finger while putting things in the oven so apologies if I'm slow(er than I already am) with things! it hurts a little to type and draw
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yellowfingcr · 2 days
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by Arsen Avetisyan
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yellowfingcr · 2 days
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He better! She is already propelled and horizontal, arms unaerodynamically open for the incoming hug, midair like a thrown javelin of affection. No real thought was given about the landing. They'll live, she presumes.
The pyromancer braces for inevitable, but beloved, impact.
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yellowfingcr · 2 days
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"OH! Laurentius spotted!"
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yellowfingcr · 2 days
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@bcwblade said: Simon just nods sagely “Good taste.”
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"Thank you! He's delightful. I simply could not allow for this man to pass through my life without falling headfirst for him."
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yellowfingcr · 2 days
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"Tell me, is there one that you carry close in your heart?"
A gentle question, her thumb carefully rolled over the knuckles of the hand she carefully held, "Is there a name that comes to mind when I invoke the thought? You, with your heart so full that it must ache. And should you have no wish to tell me, I will not fault you. Instead I simply inquire; tell me what love is to you, what does it mean to love so much? To be so full that you're bursting with it?"
(Feel free to treat this as more ask rather than thread, if this does not work for you then def let me know and I'll rework something for you! I got you I got you)
Heysel blinked. Heysel, her fingers half-buried in the cold grave of Helena’s ashen palm, lifted an eyebrow. Heysel, a snort later, burst into a laughter so full it startled birds, and tilted her head back and back and trembled her shoulders like plucked string.
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“Oh, come on now, warfield confessor! A finesse for peeling peaches put into proffering this question and it’s something you already know!” she said, once the mirth had left enough space for language. “I am almost certain- almost!- you are aware and if you’re not then you at least suspect a name. As for the rest: you flatter me. I must reply that your mentioned fullness is not unlikely to be an alloy with a shocking density of bad ideas and worse puns, however.”
A light tilt of her hooded head, left, right, considering, smiling a jester’s self-aware sort of smile.
“Love is… quite the enormous word! I love a great deal of things. I love life. I love being alive. I love that I am an animal of many tiny lenses, made to experience. I find that the notion never fails to render me speechless. You and I are here right now upon this sliver of spacetime, wet with organs and rife with the filaments necessary to detect the world- electrical inputs are right now swimming minnow-quick up my limbs saying ah! cold!, and saying person! Black hair, grey eyes! Person just like me composite of the very same instruments of navigating and learning what is around oneself. I was made to understand you. Do you get it? Isn’t it grand?” Her free hand, reaching out, drawing a light quick line from the middle of her friend’s brow to the tip of her nose. Contact! What were the chances that you and I would be two things that ever collided in the endless oceans of history? “I guess what I was about to say was sort of said already. I love, deeply love, humanity. Which is- perhaps absurd, coming from a killer, but that’s quite the thing, isn’t it? We’re capable of so many vile and wonderful things. We cherish and want and hurt each other. We need each other. We desperately do not wish to forget each other. I am just… in awe.”
And the sigh that followed! An unending map of fondness. That she could splay herself across the whole of it, heartbeat to concept, not even her ribs between them, not even her skin. Grassplains and hills of love drawn from the epicenter of a little nothing-woman, yet behold, at one place convergence, like a capital underlined red- 
“...Still. Well. All this universality in my words, yet there is he, isn’t it? He who you either know or suspect. Mountain-cut, fire-strong. I have been called in the past a clay-and-marrow figurine in moments of deserved unkindness- he stands so tall at the opposite side of that definition, realer than real, a concentration of brightness like the pinhole end of a black hole, where all caught light knots. I’m aware that given the opportunity he would outline himself by his capability for destruction first and though he is magnificent in battle and I shan’t speak of how exquisite he looks when cloaked in the blood of his foes it is his kindness that I must mention to the world first. How else can someone so willing to build something out of thin straws of hope, if not for himself then for others, be called? Someone so willing to see fellow human beings as something just as true as himself and to suffer for them. I have never witnessed a heart such as his. I do not think I will ever witness it again.” A pause. “I will be candid. I do not know what he sees in me. But that too is part of loving, I think. To not try to understand and just… consign yourself to gravity, trusting you’ll be caught. I know he will catch me, always. And I will do the same for him. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him, because he is worth all. This spectacularly precious man. My knight beautiful, my sweeter half. My lodestar. My Brom.”
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yellowfingcr · 2 days
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yellowfingcr · 3 days
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please check gio's commissions, she's got a big expense coming up.
support gio on ko-fi for a sketch request
commission my bestie
her pwyw commissions
her adoptables
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yellowfingcr · 4 days
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@of-forossa said: "I already trust her, with all that I have and all that I am."
"I would dare quibble and say I am unsure it is a wise choice, but. You know me. You do. You have seen me and under your eyes I did not die. And you are what I trust most in the world, as well, so to your judgement I only bow my head."
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"Half of my heart. My lodestar true."
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yellowfingcr · 4 days
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@creatrix-mea said: sorry but we don't trust the little :) face
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@miserycorde said: [I would trust her with my wallet and my car keys and my social security and my life]
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yellowfingcr · 4 days
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normal tarnished who can be trusted to not do weird astrophysical magic
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yellowfingcr · 4 days
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It's dishonest work and it's a lot. And nobody needs to do it
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