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snz-eriya · 2 months

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A Strange Feeling (D/an H/eng snzfic, H/S/R, ft. C/aelus)

me: man I think I have writer's block again

also me: *writes nearly 2k words of horn*

anyway this is a valentine's post for @mochindayo !!!!!!! ur art is so good I wanna eat it and u deserve to have the best day ever every day!!! I hope you enjoy this fic I give as tribute to your amazingness :')

Caelus pressed on the button to open his door, wearily. It wasn’t like time was very clear if one were to look out the window, given that they were in space. Time itself was a little vague on the Astral Express. Nevertheless, he had been attempting to sleep for what felt like five years. Though to his exaggeratory mind, it was probably more like a few hours. But for some reason, his mind was running wild. No thought was consistent, only one random idea after another that captivated his attention and kept rest just out of arm’s reach. Eventually he got tired of trying, and decided to walk around the ship in hopes to tire out his body.

Or his mind, hopefully. Though it never really did seem to quiet down.

He walked past March’s room, and then Dan Heng’s. Just before he was about to turn the corner, he paused. He stepped backwards until he was in front of Dan Heng’s room again. Then back a few more steps to March’s. Then back to Dan Heng’s.

He likely would have seemed to be a lunatic in someone else’s eyes. But there was a strange feeling that he got when he walked past specifically Dan Heng’s room. An indescribable feeling. An emotion? Something that made him uneasy. Whatever it was, it made him pause. He reached a hand out, to test if the door was unlocked. It probably would be. Dan Heng’s ‘room’ was the archive, after all. And as private as he was, he didn’t really mind if someone came in without permission as long as it was for a good reason. Was feeling weird a good reason? Probably not, but who knows? Maybe Dan Heng was dying, or attacked, or something. Probably not. Unless Dan Heng refused to be loud even when dying.

Opening up the door, Caelus was relieved to see that Dan Heng was not dying. Though he expected the other to at least be asleep or something at this time(?) of night(?). But no, his fellow Nameless was up and about, at the archives, sorting through various documents and books they had collected over their journeys. Which, that was good, it wasn’t like Caelus could be bothered to remember every detail of all those wordy papers (he could barely stand to read a few sentences without getting bored) but when everyone else had already gone to bed? He could have done it earlier and avoided spending time with everyone.

Caelus had a feeling just standing there and not saying anything for an extended period of time would not give him any avoidance for creepiness, so he decided to speak up.

“Dan Heng?”

The other jumped, as if surprised by his presence. Kind of strange. The doors weren’t exactly quiet. Not a big deal though. Maybe he was just focused.

“Caelus…” Dan Heng muttered, relaxing. Maybe he was expecting an enemy too. Or for Caelus to be dying instead. In any case, he turned back to his work. “Is there something you need?”

Caelus stood for a moment. Not really. For the weird feeling to go away? But how was he supposed to describe that? “Uh… no,” he eventually replied. Dan Heng looked back at him, an eyebrow raised at his answer.

Silence stretched between them once again.

Caelus really had to stop chasing every feeling that interested him.

“Uh… so… still working? Y’know everyone else is asleep,” he finally spoke up again, the awkward energy starting to get to him.

“I could say the same to you,” Dan Heng responded coolly. It seemed like he dropped trying to figure out what Caelus was doing there, and instead turned back to the archives once more.

Caelus still felt weird. So, ignoring his own note-to-self, he approached to stare at Dan Heng’s work over his shoulder. To be honest, his eyes were so tired that the words sort of jumbled together into an incoherent mess. It was more so just to get his crew mate’s attention.

And get his attention it did. Dan Heng glanced over, turning to face Caelus again. “If you don’t need anything, why are you still here? You should be sleeping.”

“Y’know I could just… say the same thing to you, right?” Caelus replied, trying to keep an exhaustedly smug grin off his face. “You’re archiving this late? I didn’t know there was still stuff left to archive.”

“There’s always things left. Please leave me be. I have work to do,” Dan Heng requested again. Though, like he had the mind of a child, it was like being told to stop doing something just made the trailblazer want to do it more.

“I can help, if you want. I’m sure I can handle the, uh…” He picked up a random book, squinting at its title. “Underground Encyclopedia of Plants and Fungle.”

“Fungi. You’re not a child. You know how to read,” Dan Heng sighed in exasperation. Putting a hand to his head like the interaction was giving him a headache.

“Meh, close enough. C’mon, it’ll get done faster if we do it together.”

“It’s fine.”

“Look, I know you like it all to be perfect, but there’s gotta be some kind of autocorrect in this thing, right?”

“Please, Caelus, just leave me be.”

Dan Heng sounded desperate, which was strange. Typically Dan Heng would act annoyed but compliant, even more so when it came to March than him. But looking in the Nameless’ glassy eyes, it seemed like he was a few seconds away from begging.

Wait, glassy eyes? Oh, fuck. Was he actually dying? Was that his dying wish? His last words?

Caelus opened his mouth to apologize for making Dan Heng’s last moments so painful, when–

“heh’GKshu!” Dan Heng quickly turned away as soon as the sneeze rang through him. And suddenly Caelus realized that he wasn’t dying. In the traditional sense, anyway.

“Oh,” he said.

“What?” Dan Heng replied, turning back like nothing had happened at all.

“Uh, you’re sick?” Caelus stated, because it was obvious. After the evidence, anyway.

“I’m not,” Dan Heng immediately denied, turning his head away with arms crossed.

“Uh-huh.” Caelus’ eyes lidded disbelievingly, he had a small smirk on his face. “So why’re you still working, huh? To convince us that you’re not sick? Or to convince yourself? Because, just saying, I never would have seen you if I wasn’t already worried you were dying.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Well, I’m definitely not dying.”

“You are sick, though.”

“heH’GXkshu!”

Dan Heng faced Caelus again after turning away to sneeze, about to protest for a second time. Caelus managed to shut it down before it started again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not sick, and the whole sneezing is just… a coincidence?” He waved his hand absently.

Dan Heng didn’t reply that time. His arguments had been effectively dismantled, and Caelus wasn’t stupid, just nonsensical most of the time.

He sighed, resting his head on an open palm, kept upright by the table. Caelus waited for a moment to see if anything more would be said, but he was met with silence. He took it as permission to carry out his plan.

He reached over and placed the back of his hand onto Dan Heng’s cheek, only to be met with his disapproving stare. “Wrong spot,” he muttered.

“Oh. Right,” Caelus recalled, moving his touch to the man’s forehead instead. He was met with a dry, hot temperature, something that he assumed was probably not good.

He pulled back, hands on his hips. “Yeah, in my very professional opinion, you should be in bed. Not at a desk.”

“But–”

“Nuh-uh, doctor’s orders, unless you want me to get a literal doctor in here.”

“Caelus–”

“I will call Natasha!” Caelus pulled out his phone, just to make his point entirely clear.

That seemed to shake the last of Dan Heng’s resolve. His shoulders lowered like he had given up all remaining fight. “Fine.”

Caelus smiled, pleased with his victory. “Good. Now, c’mon.” He took Dan Heng’s hand and started dragging him up without another thought.

“Wh- huh? My bed’s right there,” Dan Heng looked down at his blanket and pillow cluelessly, then back up and Caelus as he continued to be pulled away.

“Yeah, that’s not really a sickbed. Or a bed. Or anything other than a poor man’s attempt,” the trailblazer replied. “You need a real bed. A Trailblazer-patented bed, at that.”

Dan Heng sighed. “You’re ridiculous. There’s no changing your mind, is there?”

“The only person on this ship more stubborn than you is me.”

That was fairly accurate.

As soon as they had left Dan Heng’s room, its owner soon crumpled down into another sneeze.

“heH’IGHkshu! hih’GXKshih! hh- heh… hih-”

“Stuck?” Caelus wondered, glancing back at his companion. His expression was pained, one eye closed and the other watering. He panted, desperately waiting for the urge to take over once again, but it remained out of reach.

“Here,” the trailblazer spoke, opening the door to his room as the lights flickered on all at once. He dragged Dan Heng along with him. The result was immediate.

“hEH’KGhshu! heH’GKshih! heH- hIH’XGkhuh! huh…”

Dan Heng sighed in relief as the fit finally came to an end. He looked about fifteen shades brighter red, though whether that was from the fever or the embarrassment was anyone’s guess. Caelus, for all the satisfaction being helpful gave him, wasn’t exactly willing to let Dan Heng suffer for his weak fulfillment.

“Now, to bed with you.” He wrapped an arm around Dan Heng’s shoulders, practically carrying him the rest of the way to bed.

The other man had enough energy to cooperate by the time he was being lied down, allowing Caelus to tuck him in like a child despite his protests. He had to admit that it was comfier than his own room.

Caelus let out a breath, like he was exhausted from a workout. “Okay. Now, sleep.”

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t do that on command.”

“I’m pretty sure you can. You almost passed out as soon as we got in here.”

Had he? He must have been more tired than he thought.

“And where will you be sleeping? Sharing a bed with me wouldn’t be smart if I’m ill.”

“Yeah, ‘if,’” Caelus rolled his eyes. Then, he pointed his thumb down towards the ground. “The floor.”

Dan Heng stared for a moment. “...The floor.”

Caelus glanced to the side, then back to his companion. “...Why are you surprised? You do it.”

That couldn’t really be argued. For some reason it just felt inhumane when it came to his friend rather than him. Though that was something he could unpack another day.

“Try not to worry about it, Dan Heng. Maybe worry about yourself, for once. The rest of us are fine.” Caelus gave him a real, genuine and caring smile, before walking off towards what was probably a closet.

It was a bit hard to tell, his vision was starting to fade away, and unconsciousness was pulling at him. It was a little embarrassing to admit how relaxed he felt, in his friend’s room rather than his own.

But it gave him a feeling of safety.

And Caelus’ feeling had gone away too, he realized as he glanced back at Dan Heng’s sleeping form. He still didn’t quite have a name for it. Maybe… a feeling that something was wrong. But not just wrong in general. Something that was wrong with someone he cared about. And that was a feeling he wanted to hold onto.

#snz #eri writes #24snzvalentines #snzblr #snzfic #h/s/r #d/an h/eng #featuring c/aelus as the world's strangest caretaker #he means well he's just mentally deranged

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stellar-snz · 8 days

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Can you make a prompt for Caelus (male MC)?

Ofc!! He's one of my fav characters ⚾ Thanks for the request, I hope you like this! <33

Caelus

A concept I enjoy with Caelus in mind is him being "new" to the world and not really knowing much, so the first time he gets sick or experiences an allergic reaction to... something, he gets confused when he sneezes and tries to hide it, thinking there's something "wrong" with him or it's the stellaron acting up and doesn't want to hurt anyone. This combined with any member (or all of) the Astral Express assures him that sneezing is normal, it's natural and helping him through a tough time.

#snz #honkaisnzrail #c/aelus #dendro.post #dendro.ramble #dendro.txt

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paristandard · 2 years

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commission for @doodlerh of their lads Aelu and Roan!

#loved drawing them #commissions #gold #flowers #couple #paristandart

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merchantalliance69 · 4 months

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my art progress over the past year! you can really see the improvement. Three major hyperfixations, with Warframe still going strong!

Featuring (In order):

Aelu (Monster Hunter 4/Monster Hunter Rise), Damascus (Monster Hunter World), Cortos (Monster Hunter World: Iceborne), Distant Magic, Wonders Abound (D&D 5e: Spelljammer), Neodynium (OC/Monster Hunter: Frontier), Unnamed Synth (OC), Kwiz Kid Pokesona ( @sithbum's OC! Batman/Pokemon), Operator Kaine, Volt, Oberon, and Drifter Callan (Warframe), Rhino Prime (Warframe), Kullervo (Warframe), Operator Talisman and Dart [Excalibur Pendragon] (Warframe)

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asongoficeandfirehistoryau · 6 months

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Lord Vaellar Targaryen [178-102 B.C.] Pt 2

[Pictured Above: Lord Vaellar and Lady Naelarys with young Vaenys and Velaenora]

In 142 Vimond [15] and his younger sister Velaenora [13] were officially betrothed by Lord Vaellar and Lady Naelarys and married later that year, to Lady Naelarys’ great delight. She had worried that the odd lower-class tradition of marrying for political gain would not be abandoned by Vaellar. Having grown up in a different class than her husband she wanted her children to only marry within their lineage or to another family of the Great Lords of Valyria to ensure that “the bloodline stays as pure as possible”, something that would eventually cause a great many problems and obstacles that the Targaryen’s would have to overcome in future generations. While Vimond and Velaenora’s marriage was a happy one it was abruptly cut short when Lord Vimond died in one of the many territorial disputes of the empire when his dragon, Yto, was shot down with by a scorpion in 135 B.C. However, despite only being married a relatively short time, it was a fruitful marriage, producing two daughters, Rhaesella (for her sister) in 140 B.C. and Naeresa (for her mother Naelarys) in 139 B.C. and a son Daerion Targaryen in 136 B.C. Unfortunately, Lady Naelarys would only get to meet one of her grandchildren and was only able to enjoy a few months of being a grandmother before she passed away in late 140 B.C at the young age of 36.

Despite her unfortunately early death, Lady Naelarys still got to see her three eldest children married. In the same year Lord Vimond and Lady Velaenora married, Lord Vaenys, their second son, would marry his cousin on his mother’s side, Lady Nasaena Malaenor (ne Aereneos). This arrangement was able to satisfy both Lady Naelarys traditions and Lord Velaenor’s ambition to continue ensuring their social status by marrying further into one “Great Houses” of Valyria. While it was a fruitful marriage, producing 8 children, it was not always a happy marriage. It was known that Lord Vaenys enjoyed pillow houses and had claimed at least four bastards, none of which were raised within the family or given legitimacy. Lady Relaenna was the next to marry but unlike her siblings she married someone from an upper-class trading family. Lord Vaellar was reticent to consent to the marriage as it brought it him no prestige and would further the idea that he didn’t belong amongst the “Great Families”. However, Relaenna gave him little choice by giving her maidenhood to Tahaedor Calaenor (b. 153 B.C.). They married in 133 B.C. in a discrete ceremony attended only by family. By marrying into House Targaryen, Tahaedor became part of the nobility class and became known as Lord Tahaedor Calaenor “the dragon tamer”, and, like his mother-in-law, upon marring into House Targaryen to everyone’s surprise (as he came from a family with no dragons or dragonriders) he claimed a fierce young dragon, Vaehamarys “the quiet one”, and became an unexpectedly fierce dragon rider allied with House Targaryen. Though Relaenna and Tahaedor’s marriage started out passionately it quickly fizzled out as Relaenna discovered his wandering eye, learning, to her great surprise, that he already had a 3-year-old bastard son he had claimed, Taecenyx Calaenor. While Relaenna grew to resent her husband, she was always kind and motherly towards his bastard children allowing them to take the family name Calaenor and never holding their father’s actions against them. Together Relaenna and Tahaedor only had one legitimate son, Vaemion Calaenor in 131 B.C., named for her father. In that same year, Lord Aenar and Lady Alaeria were married. They, out of all their siblings, had the strongest relationship having grown up close together in age and interests, they were also both dragon riders, Aenar riding Aelu and Alaeria on Vlydra. They would go on to have four children, one being Daenys the Dreamer, the prophetess. Lady Alaehna and Lord Aemor were always expected to marry but Alaehna knew the truth that Aemor had no interest in women and would never love her as more than his sister or provide her children. So, in 120 B.C. Lady Alaehna wed a Prince of The Summer Isles, Jaerys Qo, while this caused some grumblings from Lord Vaellar, he was quickly appeased by the prince’s charm, adventurous spirit, wealth, and land holdings in the Summer Isles. They would go on to have 7 living children. Lord Aemor would remain unmarried and childless but remained close with his siblings and their children, with his twin sister even naming one of her children for him. He had a long-time lover in one of the families retainers, Jaenar Baelreos, who remained a welcome part of House Targaryen and made Lord Aemor very happy. Lord Vaellar was close with all his children, but he loved to dote on his grandchildren, in particular, Naeresa, who grew up to remind him of his beloved wife and the mysterious Daenys with her gift of prophecy.

Little else is known about Lord Vaellar other than he did not join his son in moving their household to Dragonstone despite still being alive at the time. He so fervently believed in Daenys’ prophecy that he stayed behind and tried to convince as many people as possible to evacuate Valyria. It is rumored a select few listened and went to Valyrian outposts in the free cities with the largest concentration going to Lys. It is assumed that Lord Vaellar died during the Doom with his dragon Firestorm.

#ai art #asoiaf #au #game of thrones #got #got au #midjourney #house targaryen #pre asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #fan art #house of the dragon #alternate universe #fanfic #fantasy

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sword-and-surfboard · 8 months

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Site Write Prompt #2: Bark

The herald of the end of summer had arrived: the Eorzean Nimble Warrior Course in the waters of Costa del Sol. It was an exciting challenge and surely worthy of all the people who lauded it for what it was, but Aeluan Hoshinata was heartily sick of the damned thing. The Course took up some of the best wave-riding in the region!

Trudging north up the coastline with his surfboard under his arm, Aelu followed the coastal dunes until he was on the other side of the island where the Course was set up. Errant waves wouldn’t take him crashing dangerously into wooden structures here. He found a likely spot where the waves were cresting in the distance and rolling in to shore and stopped, resting his surfboard against the bark of a coconut tree.

The Au Ra tipped his head back and closed his eyes, letting the mid-morning sun bake his face for a moment. The air wasn’t oppressively hot, despite being the hot end of summer, and there was a comfortable breeze blowing. If it wasn’t for that damned Course, it would be perfect. He huffed out a breath and opened his eyes, scanning the shoreline. There were a few sunbathers out, a handful of children playing on the island’s sandy shores, and a wheeling colibiri or two in the air.

Aelu smiled. He checked the tie on his swim trunks to be sure it was secured, picked up his board, and headed off into the water. It was a(n almost) perfect day for surfing.

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #writing

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valdiis · 9 days

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Benchmark character creation screenshots of my OCs, including two bonus shots from the benchmark itself and one showing off how they made the Elezen ear cuffs actually metal now. Vyth's ears are now too long and I had to tone down Aelu's lip color, and the Au Ra chest scales are still crunchy af - but overall, I'm pretty content with these little changes.

#screenshots #Dawntrail benchmark

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ausp-ice · 1 year

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Aelu, the espira of Arrin Caelis. Not sure when they'll show up in Khimaer, but one day! Personal Website | Discord Server | Khimaer Info

#art #my art #procreate #scheduled #khimaer

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chocoblep · 7 months

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#24: Protecting the Produce

Hinan Akaruta was a man of means. The Koi business was doing well, and the money coming in was enough to keep the business afloat and give both himself and Rhuk their own little nest eggs. He was saving for something he’d not tell anyone about (especially not Rhuk) and though he’d been steadily putting a little bit away at a time, he was concerned that at the rate he was saving, it would be at least a year before he could afford it.

Maybe he should have taken up something more practical than origami as a hobby.

He’d been contacted by an old employer about a job that would pay well, and he’d agreed to do it after he’d learned that it was short. Rhuk had insisted that he would be fine on his own for a few days with the shop, though he seemed conflicted as to whether he wanted Hinan to do the job or wanted to keep him home. The fact that there was any conflict there at all had warmth blooming in his chest, and when he left for the three day adventure, he pulled Rhuk into a massive hug and told him that he loved him more than life itself. Rhuk, for his part, had laughed and told him he’d only be gone three days, and it wouldn’t even be a dangerous job, but he loved him too.

That was how Hinan found himself helping one of the orange orchard owners in La Noscea install and test defenses and deterrents for his property. It wasn’t glamorous work, or even really fitting for a contracted mercenary, but the owner trusted him to give him honest feedback regarding where his property was most vulnerable, where many of the local contractors had little experience sneaking onto others’ property. Not that Hinan was particularly subtle, but he did a decent job adjusting and moving things as needed while testing.

When he was done, he recommended a few other things and pointed out places in the property’s fencing that needed to be repaired or replaced, and then recommended his brother when the owner asked about building a few custom storage solutions. On his way back home, said brother was on his mind, so he called him on his linkpearl.

“Hinan,” his brother answered, voice full of warmth.

“Aniki,” he began, and then smiled. He’d reached Shirogane, and didn’t have much time before he arrived home, so he walked a little slower so that he didn’t feel like he had to rush the conversation. “I’m on my way home from a job. I was just thinking about you.”

“Oh, were you?” Aeluan asked, sounding a bit surprised. Hinan wished he wouldn’t; that he had cause to doubt that anyone was thinking about him at all made Hinan’s heart hurt a little for him. For a man whose shadow far outstretched his own, he was extremely lonely.

“Yeah,” Hinan said. “And I recommended you for a build job, so you might be getting contacted soon for that.”

“A build job? It’s not making counterfeit cocks again, is it? Because I had to tell that lady she didn’t want to make those out of wood.” His voice was skeptical, wary.

Hinan burst into laughter, stopping his forward progress entirely. It took a moment for him to recover. “No, no! I swear, I didn’t know that’s what that lady wanted! No, this guy owns an orange orchard, and he needs a custom storage solution, and was also thinking about a new table and some chairs for his patio.”

“Oh! Well, that is doable. We’ll see if he gets in touch.” There was a pause, and then Aeluan spoke again. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, Rhuk and I have been kinda busy. You wanna get together for dinner sometime soon?”

“I’d like that.”

“You at Nightingale House right now?” Hinan asked, and then added, “Because if you are, I’ll see you in about two minutes.”

“I’m at the beach house,” Aeluan said.

“Oh. Well, then I’ve gotta let ya go, but let’s get together soon, okay? I’m pretty sure I’m about to be pounced.”

Aeluan laughed. “You might be. Give Rhuk my love. And I love you, Hinan.”

“Love you too, Aelu. I’ll hug him for you.”

When he cut the linkpearl, he was halfway up the steps to the front door, and as he crossed to the hallway where the door to his suite resided, he heard it: The quiet thump of a door closing, the near-silent scuff of bare feet on wood.

“It’s just me,” he called, and Rhuk popped his head around the corner ahead of him with his ears straight up and a grin on his face. Naturally, the rest of him followed, and soon enough he was throwing himself into Hinan’s arms. They stayed there like that for a good ten seconds, before Hinan loosened his grip and leaned down to kiss Rhuk between the ears. “Orange you glad to see me? I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Rhuk replied, and then rocked on the balls of his feet. “And that was bad! I bet you’re hungry.”

“Oh, am I ever,” Hinan groaned, and they headed into their suite. Rhuk paid special attention to him for the rest of the night, helping him to wind down after his travels, and he let him pamper him. After all, who was he to say no?

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #Story #Hinan Akaruta #Prompt 24 #Free day #Grove

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aelumconsulting · 9 days

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doglok · 24 days

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【他猫に浮気⁉】保護猫カフェから帰るとささみとホルンがご立腹でしたカメラマン原田佐登美さん https://ift.tt/7RKh4a6 ▽保護猫カフェ Aeluさん https://ift.tt/zuDBVrg ... via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1qcYu7Sk6w

#IFTTT #YouTube

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radiantgardenprince · 6 months

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y'all am i fucking stupid just now realizing that Aelus sounds like alias?

#look i was doing something with Elias's name and just #OH

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yzafre · 10 months

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when I'm lost in the storm (and I'm calling) | Interlude: Axel

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“It’s funny, isn’t it?”

“Hm?” Axel questioned, the sticky, salty-sweet remnants of his ice-cream overwhelming his senses.

Roxas sighed, leaning back in his seat, “We should be gone – by all rights, our fate was to disappear. And yet, we’re still here.”

“Yeah….” Axel murmured, looking to the sunset once more.

Roxas hummed thoughtfully, “But you know, I think you’re going to wake up soon. So don’t forget about us, okay?”

“Yeah,” she said from his other side, “You made me a promise, after all.”

“What?” The sun caught in his eyes as he turned to her, prompting reflexive tears that turned the world into an abstract blur of glittering sequins. Still, he could hear the smile in her voice, barely catch the blue of her eyes.

“To always be there to bring me back. Got it memorized, Axel?”

His heart ached: a desperate, beautiful longing.

“Of course. How could I ever forget, Xi –“

Axel woke with their voices in his ear and a painfully familiar tile in his face. His head ached, thoughts muzzy and jumbled, no single one able to be finished before it was knocked aside by another. Stumbling to his feet, he drew lethargic eyes around the room – collapsed bodies, steel walls, a large window overlooking a deep chamber. This was….

Gasping, he rushed to the glass, taking in his reflection. This was where they were turned into Nobodies, so then, were they….

He pressed a hand over his heart, drew in a deep breath.

It felt like a revelation.

He thought he’d been clear-headed, in his last moments – thought he’d found something of an even temper – but it had nothing on this. He still ached, no doubt about it. Endless longing and bitter resentment and quite resignation all tangled together inside him like a gordian knot. Beyond it all, though, there was something else, too. Bright determination and soft, bubbling hope: pieces of himself he thought he’d lost forever, brought home to roost.

Empathy, too, he realized with a pang as he ran his gaze over the crowd waking with a groan behind him, guilt crawling its way up his throat at Zexion – no, Ienzo’s – shifting head. His decisions slammed into him, suddenly, with a crystal clarity they never had before.

Well, this was going to be awkward.

Shifting uncomfortably, he ran through a headcount. They were missing a few members of their little crew. Xehanort, obviously, but Xigbar – Braig – as well, and…

Isa.

Slowly, they all gathered themselves. Ienzo shied away from him, keeping the others between them as everyone figured out what to do next. Axel – or should he be calling himself Lea, now? – had an inkling Even might do the same if he had the strength to be aware of the situation. Instead, the scientist was weak and fumbling, quickly carted off to rest by Aelus. That left Lea – ach, no, that didn’t feel right, either – Ienzo, and Dilan in an awkward standoff. When Dilan offered to go search the grounds for their missing members, Axel quickly offered his own assistance, if only to escape the tension.

When he came back, Ienzo and Aelus were rummaging through the office, trying to clean it up. Axel sighed but joined in half-heartedly. As they worked, Ienzo’s path slowly led him closer until they were standing side-by-side.

They worked in silence for a moment, but Axel could see the confrontation brewing on his face.

“You…. Were the one that killed Vexen, in Castle Oblivion.”

“Yeah.”

“You killed me.”

“…Yeah.”

The following silence stood as a condemnation, demanding answers. Axel sighed, dropping the debris and leaning back, “My orders were to take out the traitors. I needed to know their plan – and for that I needed them to trust me. Removing Vexen was the fastest way to get that.”

“And myself? What did my death accomplish?”

He thought it over, trying to figure out how to phrase it, the fractured view he’d had of the world at that time, “Everything that happened at that castle, I didn’t know what you’d say – what you’d tell Xemnas, when you got back. I couldn’t control that, so I… removed the variable.”

It also had something to do with Saïx, he didn’t say, some kind of testing of his patience, his limits, a pointed commentary on his vague instructions and distance, trying to get a reaction from him. He didn’t think that would go over well, somehow.

“I see. Did it amount to anything?”

Axel laughed mirthlessly, “No. Well, it bought me some time, I suppose, but Saïx and I had our own falling out, and… Well, I lost everything. He’s what killed me, in the end.”

“I see,” Ienzo repeated.

Stars, this was horrid. Guilt squirmed in his stomach, the tension in the air prickling along his spine.

“For what it’s worth,” Axel burst out, “I’m… sorry. About all that.”

Ienzo slotted another book into place. His face screwed up, and for a moment it looked like he might say something, but instead he turned away, returning to his pile of clutter.

When the door slammed open to a guy with a giant sword, Axel had never been so happy to be threatened.

Axel watched from a distance as Aeleus and Leon conversed, Ienzo standing idly a short length away. Ienzo had been part of the conversation with the current Radiant Garden residents initially, but as time went on it was clear, despite the younger man’s genius, that Aelus had a clearer memory of the events leading up to their transformation, owing to their ages at the time. Unable to meaningfully contribute, he’d drifted away.

At some point Demyx had wandered in as well, now sitting slumped in an abandoned chair in the dead space between the two loiterers.

“Man, I gotta thank you for pointing me this direction – this place is great,” he said, “Though, gotta admit – never thought I’d see you again. I thought for sure you were gonna die back at the Castle.”

“Hah, that makes two of us,” Axel said, watching with vague amusement as Ienzo slowly sidled closer, drawn in by their conversation, “I suppose I did, really. I was just lucky enough to make it back.”

“You and everyone else,” Demyx observed.

“Yeah. You know, you could take this route too, you know. Get back the rest of your heart.”

“What? No way, man, that’s way too scary! What if it doesn’t work?” Demyx shook his head, “I think I’m good. Being a Nobody isn’t that bad, really; it was mostly just the guys in the Organization that made it all – blegh. You know, one moment I’m just chillin’ out, next moment – bam! I’m waking up with a great whoppin’ nothing in my chest and some guy telling me I work for him now.”

Mortification shot through Axel, the sense-memory suddenly overwhelming – the burble of the river, softly strummed strings, cold metal in his hand, a knife through flesh.

“Hah, yeah, them’s the breaks,” he said, voice wrong in his own ears, staring blindly and with intense focus at the conversation across the room. He could feel Iezno’s gaze on him, assessing, that sharp mind working fast.

“No,” Iezno breathed, staring at him with eyes wide, “You – but how? There would be no way to tell who would have the willpower to keep their form.”

Axel grimaced, “That thing about willpower – that wasn’t exactly the truth. Our forms had more to with your research than the propaganda Xemnas was spouting. He just made the tools more… discrete, for me.”

“How many of us did you have a hand in killing?” he wondered.

“Ah,” Axel hesitated, and Ienzo shook his head in disbelief.

“The Flurry of Dancing flames – in charge of the Assassin nobodies. I always thought it was because of the way you dealt with our enemies, but that was never it, was it? It was for us. Before new members joined the Organization, or when we were no longer useful, you just,” Ienzo cut off in a laugh, harsh, humorless, “That whole place, it was filled with endless betrayal, wasn’t it? Why did I ever think – “

He cut off, pained, whole face going pale with tension.

“Wait,” Demyx said slowly, a dawning realization on his face, “Are you trying to say that Axel’s the one that offed me in the first place?”

Ienzo froze, eyes slipping closed in a much more benign resignation as he turned to Demyx with a half-smile, half-grimace.

“Yes, that is what I’m saying.”

Demyx snapped around to stare at Axel with wide, affronted eyes, and his stomach dropped. What could he say? He did, in fact, “off him” and turn him into a Nobody. The cat was out of the bag, now, and all he could do was wait for his judgement. He watched as Demyx took a long, bracing breath.

“Dude. Not cool.”

Once second of silence, and then Axel snorted, wheezed, the force of his laughter sending him bending over at the waist. He had to clutch onto the desk to stay standing as Iezno began to sputter to life beside him.

“You are,” Axel brought up a hand to cover another snort of laughter, composing himself, “You are absolutely right, that was so not cool. I owe you one, man.”

Demyx quickly brightened up, “Oh, man, this and the one from the Castle? I’m just racking up the favors.”

“How are you so okay with this?” Ienzo burst out, and Axel’s amusement was buried under a layer of frost, “Don’t you feel betrayed? Everything about the Organization was a lie.”

“I mean, the Organization was always super sketchy,” Demyx shrugged, “Honestly? This is about what I expected.”

“But what he did – “ Ienzo cut off, his face crumpling, “But what I did…”

Axel shifted uncomfortably, unsure. What should he say – would it even be welcome? But Ienzo looked horribly lost, and he remembered that feeling, when realization sunk its sharp teeth in, horror and regret dripping like poison from its fangs.

“Look, we all did… a lot of things we regret, with the Organization. Some of us more than others,” he said, trying for a self-deprecating grin, “Now, we just have to live with it, and figure out what to do next.”

They lapsed into silence, all of them – well, Ienzo and Axel, more than Demyx – unsure where to go from here. In fact, Demyx was the one to finally break the tension.

“Wait, so, what about the others? Marluxia? Larxene?”

“Uh, yeah. Xemnas was weirdly insistent about them, too,” Axel mused.

“I thought Xigbar brought in Marluxia,” Ienzo said, “he said as much. But then, I thought we were bringing in people who became Nobodies naturally, not…”

Axel shrugged, “I never really asked how my marks were found.”

Demyx shook his head, slumping back in his seat, “Man, Larxene is going to kill you.”

“Hah. She’ll want to kill me for more than just that.”

Demyx snorted, nodding, “Okay, so those two were you… Luxord?”

“Oh,” Axel paused, crossing his arms in thought, “Uh, no, actually. I’m not sure where he came from. He just kind of… showed up, one day.”

“Huh,” Demyx said, “Between you and Saïx, I kinda figured you two knew everything.”

“No,” Axel sighed, “Not everything.”

Not much later, they were called back into the conversation between Aelus and Leon.

“You say you’ve got missing people?” Leon questioned.

“Yes,” Ienzo said, “It’s a bit concerning who is missing, too. Xehanort for obvious reasons, but Braig – or Xigbar, as you may have known him, he’s, well…”

“He’s always been a shady bastard,” Axel said, when Ienzo couldn’t seem to settle on a description, “I’d put my bet on him being up to no good. And the last one, Isa is… Well. It’s probably better if we figure out where they’ve all ended sooner rather than later.”

Leon nodded, “Alright. Any ideas?”

“When someone who’s lost their heart is re-completed, they should return to the place where it happened,” Ienzo said, quickly falling into a lecturing tone, “And if that world is unavailable for whatever reason, a refuge is made for them in the realm between.”

“Traverse Town,” Leon agreed, “That’s where my Flight ended up, when Radiant Garden fell.”

“Indeed. They would be sent there; or perhaps – “

“No, look, okay,” Axel cut in, before they could spin themselves in circles, “The fact is, we’re here. We’ve been recompleted. So, they should be here, too – plain and simple.”

Ienzo frowned, “I agree, it is strange.”

“What a drag,” he sighed, “Could they not have been recompleted at all? No – I saw Isa fall, so he at least should…”

Leon huffed, “Well, if they’re really gone, there’s nothing to do but be on the lookout. In the meantime, Aelus and I have come to an agreement about how to deal with… all of this.”

“You guys do that, I’ve got my own plan for finding our runaways,” Axel said.

“Huh? How, exactly?” Ienzo asked.

“Well, if we can’t find them, I bet I know some people who can,” Axel said, “And it just so happens I’ve got my own business with them.”

Two distant stars burned inside his chest; he had a promise to keep.

Axel was good at finding people.

His first stop was the Destiny Islands, but those kids were nowhere to be found in their home world. The next best place to check, he figured, were those guys that were always following Sora around – and that didn’t take any effort at all. The whole Organization had been aware of the blinding world of Light that the mouse hailed from, but none dared set foot there to cause trouble.

This time he was looking for help, rather than trouble, but he found chaos anyways.

A few tense moments let him judge the situation, but being completely unexpected, it only took a flick of his wrist to turn the tide, his chakrams singing through the air. One blocked an attack, the other created an opening, and in moments the stand-off was broken, and soon the villains were retreating.

“You used the Darkness to get here?” the King observed, turning to eye his corridor with disapproval, “That was reckless. But gosh, I didn’t expect you to save us, Axel.”

“Well,” he said, pulling his chakram from the tile, “Consider it a gesture of goodwill.”

Telling the crowd that all the former-Nobodies were back – likely with Xehanort included – did not go over well.

“What!?”

“Absolutely not!” the Duck squawked, but the old man behind the desk just sighed, leaning back in his seat and looking every bit of his age.

“I sensed something was amiss nearly the moment Sora and Riku departed. Xehanort must have known what we were attempting.”

“But you know where they are?” the Dog asked hopefully.

“You must understand,” Yen Sid said, and Axel grimaced, knowing no statement that began that way could be going anywhere good, “This examination is in no way how the Mark of Mastery is usually found. But for what comes next, it was a necessity. If they succeed, they will return with a new power, one that will allow us to save those who have been lost.”

Axel was impressed, genuinely – that was some Grade A prevaricating. The others looked less enthused.

“But are they safe right now?” Mickey insisted.

“Considering their ability, I would like to believe that they are. However, all my attempts to locate Sora and Riku end...questionably.”

“You’re saying you lost them,” Axel said flatly.

“For someone who quite recently was working against us, you seem oddly concerned,” Yen Sid said.

“Considering Sora’s got both my Flight-mates rattling around inside him, I’d rather the big bad not get his hands him. His safety isn’t just his, you know.”

“Both?” The dog wondered, “We knew about Roxas, but you’re saying there’s someone else in Sora’s heart as well?”

Axel shrugged, “’She’s in here with me.’ That’s what Roxas said, at least, and I’m inclined to trust him. He was always more in touch with that sort of thing. My point is, I’m involved, and I’m not about to stand around doing nothing while Xemnas – Xehanort – does whatever he wants.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Mickey asked, “As much as I appreciate you helping us out, I can’t imagine you seeking us out without a reason.”

Axel shrugged in agreement, “I want to know what happened to the missing Organization members, and I want my Flight back.”

Yen Sid stroked his beard, staring sternly across the table. If this was a decade earlier, Axel thought he might feel particularly scolded; as it was, he had a lot of experience with ignoring people staring disapprovingly at him.

“And how do you propose to do that? Will you once more attempt to plunge Sora into the Darkness? To rend him in two?”

“No – look,” Axel sighed, waving away the Dog and Duck that had suddenly gone stiff, “I’m not going to go after Sora again, but I’m not giving up on them, either. So, if none of you know how to bring them back, then teach me to use one of those over-sized Keys, and I’ll do it myself.”

That got an even louder response, cut off as the old man raised a quelling hand.

“You think it is so easy to become a Keyblade wielder?”

“Easy, hard – who cares? If it’s the only way to get them back, then I’ll manage.”

“Hmph,” the old man looked amused and, if Axel was reading him right, almost approving. He closed his for a moment before frowning, stroking his beard in thought, “It is up to each Keyblade wielder to determine whether or not they will let another attempt the right of succession. In this case, it is not up to me, but to Mickey.”

Axel turned to look down at the little King, who stared back at him pensively.

“You helped us,” Mickey said finally, “Not just here, but before – I heard what you did for Kairi. I think I can give you a chance.”

He summoned his Key, twisting it to hold backwards, offering the hilt to him. Feeling supremely awkward, Axel reached out, wrapping a hand around it. It fizzled against his fingers, foreign and distant compared to the familiar live fire of his chakrams. He waited for what came next, but Mickey just nodded once and dismissed the weapon.

“…That’s it?” Axel asked.

Mickey shrugged sheepishly, “Well, there are words that usually go with it, but they’re not really necessary.”

“And… this will let me wield a Keyblade?

“The right of succession plants a seed,” Yen Sid said, “It does not guarantee it will bloom; that is up to you. You are certainly not the type of person I would expect it from.”

Ouch, but fair.

“Well, I’m full of surprises. And hey, maybe something will have rubbed off from Roxas.”

“Perhaps,” he said thoughtfully, “I must warn you again – this road will not be easy.”

“Nothing ever is,” Axel replied, “Let's jump right in.”

The old man chuckled, and yep, that was definitely approving – it almost felt more unnerving than the disapproval, “As luck would have it, we have another aspiring Keyblade wielder in training right now – one, I’ve heard, you are quite familiar with. I wonder how she will react to seeing you again.”

Strangely, his quest for the Keyblade Wielders lead Axel right back to where he started.

Waking and searching through the Castle that was the source of his nightmares had been unpleasant, a constant source of tension – but it was a familiar pain, a thread that had continued through his years in the World that Never Was, navigating the constant threat of obsolescence.

Walking down the bright streets of his childhood home, the city being torn down and made anew: that was a special kind of awful.

He followed behind as the mouse led him through the streets, an awkward silence between them. He supposed he should be grateful it was the little King that accompanied him, rather than Donald or Goofy. There was definitely tension as they walked, but their history as enemies was more abstract, having never faced each other in person. Sora’s companions, on the other hand, well…

Axel could admit he might deserve some of that animosity. Just a little.

Eventually, they approached a house, and Axel furrowed his brow, a nagging sense of familiarity coming over him. As the King knocked, he turned on his heel, squinting down the street. The town square would be over there, so…

“Oh, this is the old hat man’s house!” Axel blurted out, just as the door opened. The guy standing there snorted, and Axel sighed, trying to ignore the burning in his ears.

“Merlin’s actually an extremely powerful wizard, you know,” Leon said, leaning against the doorjamb.

“Well, I know that now,” Axel sighed.

Mickey chuckled, “Good to see you, Leon!”

“Your Majesty,” Leon nodded, flicking a glance up to Axel, “I take it this is who you meant could help.”

“You have any better ideas?��

“No. I probably would have reached out myself, if we didn’t find anything soon. This just speeds things up. So, how can we help?”

“We think your missing people might have something to do with some troubles we’re having, back at Yen Sid’s Tower,” Mickey said, “I’ll be heading back soon, so we can keep an eye on it. But first, we want to see if Axel can awaken a Keyblade; Yen Sid thought to put him into Merlin’s pocket dimension, as well.”

“I see,” Leon said slowly, giving Axel a long, skeptical once-over. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not. Eventually, Leon shook his head, pushing off the doorframe and reaching inside to grab his sword.

“Come with me, then. Yuffie’s working with her now – just headed out half an hour ago,” Leon tilted his head, a wry smirk drawing across his face, “Well, for whatever that means, where they’re at.”

They headed back up to the castle. Instead of the office, their twisting path led them to one of the inner gardens. Not a place Axel had spent much time, when he was Lea – when his shift was over, he either scurried off to investigate the lower levels or got out of the castle as soon as possible – but he’d visited it a time or two, when Ansem – that is, the true Ansem, not Xemnas’s counterpart – insisted on team lunches and fresh air.

Somehow, the space had remained almost entirely intact, in comparison to the town. The flowerbeds were worse for wear, and the hedges were overgrown, but the layout was entirely the same – including the sloping lawn the old picnics were set up on and the ancient oak stretching above it.

Well. The tree didn’t used to glow. That was new.

“Merlin set up an anchor for the pocket dimension – it makes it easier for all of us to check in on her, when we need to.”

He knocked twice on a large knot on the trunk, and the glow bloomed, spreading out in a ring until a passage opened up, a fuzzy few of a twilit glen filling the space. A door in a tree – sure, alright. Axel rolled his shoulders and stepped through the glowing frame after them, bracing himself.

It wasn’t quite like using a dark corridor – there were similarities, sure, in the popping of your ears under pressure, that half-second of shifting gravity, but overall, the process was much smoother. Mostly, it lacked the nagging sensation of the Darkness pulling greedily at your core.

As he pressed through the film to fully step into the pocket world, the ringing of metal on metal caught his ears just past the copse of trees they were in. Around the corner the forest opened up to a bigger clearing, where a young girl with iridescent wings was chasing Kairi around the space.

They all paused at the edge, watching as the younger girl egged Kairi on, flinging a barrage of sharp stars until Kairi firmed her stance, turning and unleashing a blast of air that sent the projectiles flying back.

Axel whistled, “She couldn’t do that last time I saw her.”

“She’s been improving quickly,” Leon nodded, “It helps that time works differently here. A day out in Radiant Garden is much, much longer here. Hey!”

He called out, and the two stumbled to a stop.

“Leon!” the younger girl cheered, fluttering over to land in front of him, happily bouncing a circle around him as he let his own wings loose, their feathers brushing, “What are you doing here?

“We’ve got visitors.”

“Visitors? Oh! Hey, Your Majesty! And… I don’t know you.”

“This is – “

“Axel.”

Kairi spoke over Leon, causing them all to turn to her. She stared at Axel, face entirely pale. Her Keyblade hung loosely from hands, her grip limp, until finally it fell, dissipating into stardust as it hit the ground.

“Hey!” Axel said, voice over-loud in the sudden silence, shoulders hitching as he offered a stilted wave, “Long time, no see.”

Kairi blinked – once, twice.

“You’re… alive.”

“Yeah. Turns out, when your heartless and Nobody are both destroyed, they can come back together,” he spread his hands out, “Ta-dah!”

“You – “ She cut herself off, lips pressed into a firm line, her whole body trembling. There was a suspicious sheen to her eyes as her jaw twitched. She inhaled once, sharply, through her nose, before turning sharply on her heel and stalking off into the woods. The others turned to look at him in the quiet that remained.

“Well. That went well.”

“There is more interference than we predicted. If they continue to thwart our efforts to lead him down, then…”

“Hey, no worries. We’ve just got to change our approach. I’ve got a plan – if he act like I think he will, then we won’t need to drag him down He’ll happily walk right into the depths, all on his own! That’ll get around our unexpected guests. It’s not like they can protect him from his own choices.”

“And you are sure it will work.”

“Trust me. I’ve seen guys like him a hundred times before; they just can’t help themselves.”

“Hm….”

“If you’re still unconvinced, why don’t you go see what I’m talking about? In the meantime, I’ll get everything set up to lead him right where we want him.”

“Very well. I leave it to you.”

#kh #kingdom hearts #fanfiction #wingfic #wrap your wings au #Yza writes a thing

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