YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHGGGG THEYRE SO ADORABLE OG MYBSKAJXJWHCHAHCHWHDHEFHJSOS

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHGGGG THEYRE SO ADORABLE OG MYBSKAJXJWHCHAHCHWHDHEFHJSOS

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU THEYRE SO CUTE

ohmygod I’m imploding this is so adorable inlove it

can-can u draw human Saint n arti with their humanized designs where Saint does something that makes Arti vaguely flustered. just anything

something like your one drawing of her looking at him with his third eye

I would thoroughly enjoy that :)

Your wish is my command 🫡

I was wondering what would happen if saint got sick? Will he continue to assure Artificer that everything is fine with him? How will artificer try to take care of saint?

can’t easily express it in a single interaction, but knowing Saint he would try to assure her that he’s alright, even if he’s not. If they were traveling, Arti would get twice as protective of him, possibly trying to hide that fact if they’re not together yet.

If they weren’t traveling, she’d probably just stick by him constantly and only leave to get him food. might be a good idea for a fic :)

hello! below is a lil poem-esque thing I wrote about my experience questioning if I’m aromantic, my fears around that, and how it relates to my love of shipping in media. it’s a bit long, so it’s below a cut. if you do decide to read, I hope you enjoy :)

Longing.

What does that word mean?

Is it a wish for something to happen, or for something to be?

Is it a plea to the skies above, for rains to come or go? Or a prayer to the dirt beneath, for a world where rains aren’t needed for plants to flourish?

I know what I long for.

That fire, that warmth. The flutter, the lightness, spoken of like the realest of fairy tales in all the books and movies. The rush of elation at their presence, the one the heart has chosen, the beloved.

But… I don’t have it.

I know what I want.

Love. A racing heart, a closeness, a caring touch. Someone to hold close, to hold me close, and to whisper those three magical words, the ones that start and end a thousand wars a day. And I want to mean it.

But I can’t.

My spark lights naught, more of a cinder. As if I’ve no wood to burn. Despite all I meet, all the ones I come to care for, nothing, nothing at all makes itself known. My heart stays cold and unlit, untouched. I am desperate for a love I can neither give nor receive.

So often, one hears of the ones who long. “Oh, woe is me!” They cry to the heavens. “None can receive my heart, I am doomed to pine forever in tragedy!” And my heart beats for them, but never with them. So often one hears of a hopeless romantic, but if I am in their same boat, yet cannot conjure the romantic in the title, what does that make me?

Hopeless?

…

I don’t want to wallow.

Nothing comes of that, especially not love. But I’m afraid. What if my soul is destined to be this way? What if my heart is drenched in rain, and its fire will never light? What, oh heavens, what do I have to ease the silent ache?

I have… empathy.

I can see, feel through others. I can look at strokes on a canvas, read words on a page, and feel with what they were scrawled.

I can entrench in fiction, see through the minds, hearts of those unreal. I can watch them sing this eternal song and dance, beyond the veil, and feel what they do. Breathe in their feelings as they breathe in one another. Revel in my racing heart, alone, through their’s beating as one. Hold them close to my heart, as close as they hold one another.

I think I can live with that.

I think I can love like that.

Haiii!!! Your writing is so cool :P

If your Artificer was given the opportunity to drink paint, would she do it?

well. depends.

Of her own volition? No.

Someone dared her too? On the spot.

Depending on the quantity, she might think about it for a second. But if it won’t kill her? Down the hatch.

*Explosion*

Silly question but could humans understand the Grace and Fury! Duo, or does it just sounds like sonar to them? Also got any silly trivia on them (Grace and Fury Duo)?

never actually thought about that, but the answer is probably yes, just with some difficulty. their pulses would be able to communicate stuff, it might just be a bit rudimentary.

as for trivia, here’s some sillies I could conjure up

Aven is entirely incapable of lifting Edda’s axe. It’s not even a weight thing, he’s essentially just as strong as Edda is. it’s just a law of the universe.

I know I don’t mention magic levels much, but if it magic in grace and fury worked like that, Edda would not know what Ice level two does.

Aven’s drone thingys can be made without redirecting energy, but they can’t attack and are much smaller. They headbutt Edda whenever she tries to touch them.

Edda is very envious of the fact that Aven has fingers.

If they were in the modern world. Aven would know the difference between a violin and a viola.

was struck with a thought just now. I think it would be very funny if Saint and arti got to scroll through my tumblr page

“Arti? Our maker… seems to believe you’d willingly drink paint.”

“Our maker is also an idiot.”

“… Alright. But I’m… curious. Would you…?”

“…”

“… Yea.”

“WHAT?!”

“S’just paint.”