whispers please don’t hurt me i swear i was just doodling and then
Pairing: PsiiSign - only shippy if you want it to be.
Word Count: 1766
A request fic for TurntechSkullkid. The Signless is injured in a public place, and the Psiioniic risks himself to protect him.
I found him in the dream bubbles… saved him from his nightmare… but I can’t save him from himself. Most of the time I think he still thinks he’s back there, tangled up in those fucking cords… Most of the time, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know I’m here.
also i kept working on the thing from that ask and….
possibly still a wip???? i don’t know what i’m doing with this but i really like it….
just something quick~
Anon asked: Perhaps some art of your favorite Ancestor OTP?
He has strength that is immeasurable and ambition that is nothing short of revolutionary.
The Signless has paved a new way toward worldwide transformation, through grit, blood, tears and contention.
You want to believe that change is possible, but you’ve got your doubts. His ideologies could easily be viewed as puerile, delusional… and well, idealistic.
And it took a hell of a lot of convincing on his part to coax you to his side. He was nearly in tears of frustration by the time you at last relented, and you’ll never forget the moment you took his hands, noting how calloused they are and wove them together as you hefted his weight psionically and shot on out of your servitude like a rocket.
He didn’t scream, he didn’t yell. He simply hung on to you and when you looked down at him he was smiling.
For that smile you’d do damn near anything.
The Signless doesn’t smile enough.
You’re sitting together by a blazing fire; the Disciple is off hunting (the two of you are simply awful at it), and you’re holding his hand—just like you did that first time.
You thumb your fingers over the palm of his hand, scowling at the healing cuts.
“Why do you still suck at wielding your sickles after all this time? Doesn’t your huntress keep your skills brushed and polished?”
The Signless huffs and tries to retract his hand but you hold steadfast. He casts you a grumpy glare which you counter with a broad grin.
young ancestors playing
A Sufferer/Psiioniic chibi commission for Regdichab. This was super fun.