#sapphire rambles way too long

[sapphicseasapphire]

Thoughts to ponder.

Tears of the Kingdom spoilers (and lots of rambles) under the cut

When I started the Chain as Cryptids au, I didn’t really think I’d be able to work Tears of the Kingdom in, seeing how much I had changed Wild’s story. He’s a spirit with no memory of the Hylian he once was. He’s a force to be reckoned with but can be easily spooked- much like a wild animal. He avoids Flora like the plague since she’s his connection to the life he used to have. The life that isn’t his anymore.

But then… I had an idea. Flora would be desperate to find her Link again after discovering that he’s still alive (or… not really alive. Not quite a Poe but not quite a Hylian either). Regardless, after the events of Breath of the Wild, she’d start a search party and scour every corner of Hyrule to find him.

She never would. When spirits don’t want to be seen, they aren’t. But… this whole time, I imagined that Korok Forest acted as a sort of home base for Wild. Wild cannot speak verbally but can communicate telepathically with other spirits and spiritual beings. The Koroks and Blupees would be like siblings to him, the Deku Tree being like a parental figure since he basically started life over when he died. (Two Links raised by the Great Deku Tree. He and Time can bond over that later).

ANYWAY. Wild used the Master Sword for about half of the events of Breath of the Wild. But when it would need to recharge, he’d place it back in the pedestal in Korok Forest where it could become stronger under the watchful gaze of the Great Deku Tree. Then he’d be off, never staying in one place for too long, wandering the sandy shores of Necluda or the lava banks of Eldin.

This pattern would stay in place for years after the defeat of Calamity Ganon: Wild stopping at Korok Forest to reunite with his family and let the Master Sword heal and then disappearing into the wilds once more. And over the years, Flora’s search party would shrink until it was just her scouring the continent for her missing knight. Okay, yeah, maybe she’s a little desperate, but she can’t bear the thought of him alone out there. Not when he died because of her. Not when he’s all she has left.

And… when the Master Sword is recharging, that’s when Flora would finally take her search to Korok Forest. She finds the sacred blade but her knight is nowhere to be seen. The Deku Tree allows her to take it, urging her onward, warning her that eventually, she’ll have to use it. She heeds his wisdom, pulling the sword from her resting place and securing it on her back. Then she begins her search anew.

She doesn’t find him.

She trains with the Master Sword while she travels Hyrule. She starts to rebuild. She gets to know her people. And from the cover of countless trees and stone, a certain spirit watches her and his sword.

During her travels, Flora encounters a strange red-black mist that makes her people ill. They call it ‘gloom.’ And, what’s worse, it seems to pour out from under Hyrule Castle. The castle has laid untouched for years now, ever since the Calamity was sealed away and she set out on her search. But now, it would seem that she’s needed once more at the site of her greatest battle. The subject of her nightmares. The place where she los the last piece of her home.

Without her knight at her side, she makes her way to the forgotten foundation of her old life. She’s alone when she travels through the caverns, alone when she follows the melancholy most past murals and carvings that she itches to explore. Flora is alone when the Master Sword glows in warning. Alone when she battles monsters waiting for her in the depths.

The princess is all alone when she discovers a mysterious mummy being held in place by a single glowing arm. She watches as the appendage falls away, a stone falling to the rocky ground with an unassuming click. As she reaches to pick it up, the corpse reanimates. It stands tall, more alert and aware than any Gibdo she’s seen on her journey, and fixes her with a stare that she’d crumble under. She drops her torch and draws the Master Sword, holding the unfamiliar yet warm stone to her chest, and the mummy laughs at her.

It knows her name.

And it attacks.

Flora is alone when the gloom ravages her arm. She’s alone when the Master Sword is the first to crumble under that pressure. She’s alone when the very ground beneath her gives in to that same pressure.

She’s alone when she falls, pain lacing through her arm and golden light enveloping her.

But Flora is not alone when she wakes.

For the purposes of this au, Flora’s time in the past is going to be very similar to canon. She still meets Rauru and Sonia. Still meets Mineru and the Sages and Ganondorf. She still trains to control her secret stone. However, Rauru fixes her arm almost as soon as she arrives in this strange world. He doesn’t give her his, not like he does for Link in TOTK, since he needs it to seal Ganondorf away. But he and Mineru work together to combine construct parts and their own light and spirit magic to make her new muscles and machinery to aid in moving her own ruined arm.

The Imprisoning War is the same.

Sonia dies. Rauru sacrifices himself. And she still has no idea how to get home. How to heal the Master Sword and destroy Ganondorf in her own time. She still speaks with Mineru… and she comes to the same conclusion that she did in canon. This time, though, she’s taking much more of a risk. She can survive the centuries as a dragon, she can heal the sword. But she can’t be sure that her Link will be there to take it and finish things. She hasn’t even seen him in years.

… she doesn’t have a choice.

From Wild’s perspective, it happened in moments. He blinked and suddenly there were islands floating in his skies. Hyrule Castle floats ominously, red plumes of gloom branching out from underneath. Massive sinkholes give way to more of the poison, seeming to drop forever. His forests are ravaged once again, the climate in corners of the continent changing drastically.

And the princess he’d been following is gone.

While trying to get a grasp of what changed so suddenly, he figures out a way up to the Sky Islands. And to his surprise, he discovers a new dragon.

Now, Wild is familiar with all of the dragons in Hyrule. Farosh, Naydra, and Dinraal are just on the threshold of Spirit and Mortal, but they definitely qualify as spiritual beings. Meaning that Wild can speak telepathically to them. Their thoughts are always muddy and jumbled up, so he never gets much out of conversing with them. But he can tell that they enjoy his presence. So he rides with them in the skies of Hyrule for hours at a time.

This new dragon is smaller than the three he knows and flies much higher. Its ears are shorter, hair golden, eyes stunning. Instead of six legs, this one only has five. A scarred stump at its front and a glowing object on- no in- its poor head. Wild makes his way over as fast as he can, desperate to learn more about the beast.

The new dragon’s thoughts are just as jumbled up as he’s used to but he’s caught off guard by how miserable it feels. No. She. How miserable she feels. Wild places a glowing hand on her snout and tries to calm her, but it’s no use. Her thoughts may be chaotic and disorganized, but he senses her distress. She wants- sword. Knight. Link Link Link. You must find me, you have to save them all!

Wild takes the Master Sword from where it was buried in the dragon’s golden mane and is nearly thrown off by her shock at the action. But when his sword is once again in his capable hands, he feels an overwhelming gratitude from the dragon. It’s gone as soon as it came, replaced again by misery. Dread. Grief.

During the events of Breath of the Wild, Wild did not fight to save Zelda. He did not fight to save Hyrule. He fought for the land. For his fellow spirits that were being destroyed by malice. For the forests that were burned down by guardians. For the water that was poisoned by monsters. He defeated Calamity Ganon for his family.

He fights Ganondorf for the same reason. Except… maybe this time, he’s extra motivated by that strange new dragon. She seemed… so sad…

THIS IS GETTING WAY TOO LONG. But suffice to say that after the events of Tears of the Kingdom, Flora does not 100% recover from being a dragon. She keeps her telepathic connection to Wild and her immortality. She keeps her horns and scales and SHE gets the Master Sword. She’s a Cryptid as well, and she’s closer to Wild than she ever was.

. . .

Uhhhhh that was super long I apologize. But rambling like this is so much easier than trying to be coherent and careful when I write. I might to it more often if you think it’s legible haha. Feel free to ask questions haha, I love any excuse to talk about my Cryptid boys and their relationships with people in their worlds.

Wild’s Origin!

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[vhagarsback]

cute aemond headcanons

warnings: none? just pure fluff and love

As his new wife, you would be surprised at how touchy Aemond could be.

A hand on your thigh for reassurance when you were speaking about subjects you were not the most at ease at.

A gentle hand on your back when you were not feeling very well and needed to be excused. His eyes filled with worry would follow your every movement with extra care, guiding you to your chambers without words needing to be uttered.

He would offer his arm for you to hold when you were walking around the castle, keeping you close to him as his lips told stories of his growing up in King's Landing, as he would complain about mundane matters and pretend only the two of you existed.

When you were dining with his family, Aemond would touch his knee with yours, smiling slightly when you noticed. He kept watching you laugh and talk to his mother, heart content and at peace.

His lips would touch your forehead on you were tired, and his hand you seek yours when he felt restless.

Every night, Aemond would let his long hair free, asking you to brush it before you went to bed. When you finished, he would kiss you until you both fell asleep.

If you could not sleep, he would tell you about a new philosopher he discovered or ramble about the history of Westeros, your head on his chest and legs intertwined.

He would watch you braid your hair so he could do it for you, quickly learning how you liked it better. Sometimes it would take longer for him to finish it as he was too distracted kissing you.

Long rides on Vhagar's back whenever you asked or Aemond wanted to spend time alone with you.

Knowing the enemies he has and even the members of his own family, he only trusts his mother and sister around you, ensuring to never leave you alone in the castle.

In consequence, he could be overprotective.

"I am not a helpless little girl, my prince." You said in a definitive tone, diverging your gaze to the window. While it made you irritated, you understood Aemond only wanted to take care of you.

"I know, but my heart worries too much." Aemond's sapphire glistened in the moonlight, his eye desperately seeking yours, his hand on your waist, trying to bring you closer to him.

"I am sorry, I do not intend to treat you like a child, my love." Aemond whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek and caressing your hair the way you liked it. You smiled a bit, and he sighed. "You know I would never forgive myself if something ever harmed you."

Aemond would be very attentive to what you didn't like so he could be better for you, not wishing to upset you.

He would appreciate you vocally expressing your love, Aemond trusted your words more than anything and would be grateful to hear you'd be loyal to him forever.

It took Aemond a while to be confident enough to take his eye patch off around you, not because he didn't believe in your kind words and certainty, but because he had been greatly hurt in the past.

He's of course relieved and even a bit timid at your endless interest in his sapphire.

He would be a dedicated husband and a great man to you, even with his mistakes and ambition.

And Aemond would make sure to turn all his promises into reality, swearing to never leave your side and to love you even in the darkest nights.

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[kafus]

over the weekend at the knoxville regional pokemon championships, i met up with a longtime internet friend in person for the first time, and he traded me a very special pokemon - a unique celebi that takes a bit of context to explain the significance of

from november 2001 to january 2005, the building that is now a nintendo world store in new york city was actually an american pokemon center, which hosted the "Gotta Catch ‘Em All!" station, a large machine that you could pop your gold/silver/crystal cartridge into (or later ruby/sapphire/firered/leafgreen, but that's not relevant here) and get a special distribution pokemon unique to the store. often times these were normal pokemon in eggs with special moves they couldn't usually learn, but other times they ran distributions for shiny legendaries, and of course, the mythical celebi.

there's very few pictures of the machine and all of them are pretty low quality, but you can see an iteration of it here during the gen 3 era:

when PCNY (pokemon center new york) shut down, the machine and its contents were presumed lost forever, but due to the preservation efforts and the good luck of a few individuals, some of the distributions have been preserved, as well as parts of the machine and its software. this is extra incredible because almost all gen 2 save files from the time the machine was actually functional are long since wiped due to the battery inside dying, meaning that very very few of the gen 2 event pokemon distributed from this machine at the time still exist. i won't go super in detail on that in this post but you can read an article about all of that here (julie, the person who runs this historical PCNY fansite is incredibly passionate and if you want to know anything about the PCNY store i absolutely recommend reading her writing!)

so, one day when i was rambling to my friend (his name is Venty!) about my fascination with the PCNY machine, and how i wish i had been born early enough to experience that, as well as wishing that i could have traded with anyone in gens 1-3 as a child but never got to due to isolation, venty told me that he's actually friends with a guy (Professor Rex) who knows the guy who owns the remnants of the PCNY machine (Gridelin), and he would love to reach out and ask if there's any way rex could distribute a celebi to himself and trade it to him sometime so that eventually when me and venty met in person one day, he'd be able to trade the celebi to me.

i pretty much burst into tears and very passionately explained how much that would mean to me - not just because owning a celebi actually distributed from the historical PCNY distribution station is just... insanely cool, but because like i said, i had never traded anyone in the old internet-less generations of pokemon, and having that be my first was just... a monumental thought. i am deeply fascinated with old gen event distributions because of the tactile, interpersonal nature of them, in direct contrast with my isolation and loneliness as a child. it might sound silly to be so worked up over a collection of bytes/pixels, but i really couldn't believe venty would offer me something so kind. and not only did he offer to ask - rex said yes!!

so on may 21st last year (2023) rex traveled out and distributed the celebi to his pokemon silver cartridge. specifically, the celebi is from the "Celebi Present Campaign" which ran from the 22nd of november 2002 to the 28th of november 2002. the display on the monitor is the same video that would have appeared on the screen in the PCNY store, but flipped sideways here haha. (the gen 2 distributions were special and had custom animations for the legendaries and stuff, which you can watch here in full quality on gridelin's channel - there's videos of the other distribution animations on his channel, too!)

and then months later, during the weekend of august 11th 2023, rex and venty met up at the pokemon world championship in japan and rex traded the celebi to venty's gold cartridge...

...then, finally, just this past weekend, on sunday (february 4th 2024) venty and i finally met in real life for the first time at the knoxville TN regional pokemon championships, and with link cable in hand the celebi finally made its way to me in my hotel room, after crossing the ocean twice and passing through canada to the US to japan and back to the US...!!

gen 2 pokemon data isn't very complicated, but you can tell that my celebi is unique from the other PCNY celebis dumped online (here and here if you'd like to play with some of these historical pokemon yourself) because it has the trainer ID of 00204 which none of the publicly available celebis have - though of course to me, regardless of what becomes publicly available in the future (and i hope one day the common layperson can simply emulate the PCNY machine, video game preservation >>> unique collections always) this celebi will always be special and unique because of how it got to me, and because it represents my friendship with venty who i care so much about. it was an extremely kind gesture i will never forget and i can't believe how much traveling and how many people were involved with getting this tiny bundle of bytes and pixels to me. i hugged venty after the trade was done haha

oh, and by the way, don't worry, i have the hardware to back up my gen 2 save files so this celebi will never die even after my crystal cartridge battery eventually dies once more!! (also, while i don't think it would be an issue i do want to say please don't bother any of the people mentioned in this post...! gridelin & co are working on making the distribution machine in question available for anyone to use, it'll come out whenever it's out and for now there are dumps of the events that were recovered. i would not want them to receive any annoying requests for pokemon because of me. thank you!)

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[gummydummy19]

His mothers eyes

Summary: Sy owns a hardware store across from your shop and the two of you have been flirting for months, but instead of just asking you out, Sy decides to play it a little dirty...

Warnings: fluff, jealous reader, Sy is a literal idiot.

A/N: This entire fic only happened because an American walked into the shop I work and called me Ma'am.

It was a pretty calm day at the shop. You had just finished restocking some of the gold bracelets and put your favourites in the window.

You looked at the new arrangement of jewellery content, when your stomach grumbled, making you look at the clock.

Another 30 minutes and then you could finally go home. You sighed as you could practically taste the Chinese take-away already. Reaching into your bag, you found the emergency cookie you had packed.

You moaned as you took a large bite, relishing the taste. It's not Chinese food, but it'll do for now. Hot girls always have dessert first, right?

'Afternoon', a deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 'That must be a damn good cookie if it has you moaning like that.'

You almost choked on your cookie right there.

Syverson.

For months now you had been drooling over him. He worked at the hardware store across the street. The first time you came in there you needed some small pliers for your jewellery. You were looking around the store like a lost puppy but refused to ask help because the feminist inside you didn't wanna end up with a man explaining you how a hammer works.

You saw Sy walking up to you and were about to send him on his way but when he said 'Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am' in that damn accent, you simply melted.

A couple days later, Sy stopped by your store, asking if you could take a few shackles out of his watch.

Ever since then you were each others most loyal customers. Everyone with eyes could see the chemistry between the two of you, but nothing ever really happend. Aside from shameless flirting that is.

He looked ridiculously good today. He was wearing a pair of scruffy dark jeans and what looked like a very old, red shirt. His trusted tool belt hanging loosely around his hips.

You quickly tried swallowing the big chunk of cookie you had in your mouth, cheeks already heating up in embarrassment.

'H-hi...uh...sowry!' you mumbled with a mouth full of cookie.

'Nah, don't worry, sugar. A girl's gotta eat, right?' He smirked at you.

That damn southern twang never failed to make you weak in the knees.

'Right...' you chuckled, clearing your throat, 'Anything I can help you with today, sir?' you teased, giving him the same greeting as always.

'Im looking for a nice pair of earrings, as a gift.' he said.

'Oh...' you tried not to sound too deflated, 'right, well, do you have anything in mind? Gold? Silver? Long? Short?' you rambled

'Gold, definitely gold.' he said 'Not too long but they can be a little dangly I guess.'

You nodded, barely listening to a word he said. Maybe he is just buying something for a friend?

'Something with Sapphire maybe? To match her eyes.' he added

Okay, definitely not just a friend. No man in the history of ever has bought just a friend “Sapphires to match her eyes”.

'Sapphires' you repeated, 'to match her eyes...right.'

'Right.' he said

'Right, let me go look what I have, I'll be right back!' you said with the fakest of smiles.

I mean you guys weren't even a thing, but you could have sworn you had a thing? A little thing? The two of you? Together? A vibe, if you will? Even if he wasn't into you, he must have noticed you were into him! Right? You thought you had made it pretty obvious...

You rushed back downstairs feeling a little pissed off. If this was his way of telling you he's not into you, that would be seriously messed up.

'What do you think about these, sir?' You asked with a little more sass than necessary.

If he was gonna treat you like any other jeweller, you were gonna treat him like any other costumer.

Sy had to use every ounce of self control in his body not to burst out laughing. God, you were so adorable when you're jealous.

'Would you mind trying them on for me?'

Oh, he did not.

'Excuse me?'

'You have the same hair colour, so I'd like to see what they look like on you.'

He. did. not.

It's not enough that he has to buy earrings for another woman specifically from you, now he's asking you to model them?!

'Sure.' you said dryly, putting on the earrings.

Sy looked at you and couldn't help but smile.

'Gorgeous.' He said, paying absolutely no attention to the earrings at all.

The way he was looking at you made your heart clench.

You'd heard about southern hospitality but, damn, did he have to look at you like that?

'Now I know for sure, they're gonna look great on her.'

and just like that, the moment was ruined again.

Your face dropped and you decided you had enough.

'Great. Paying with card today, sir?' You asked, taking off the earrings and putting them in the box.

He needed to get out.

'Yes ma'am.'

Oh he needed to get out now.

He scanned his card and as he looked up to thank you he noticed you were looking...sad

Feeling utterly humiliated, you were trying your best not to burst out into tears in front of him.

How could you have been so stupid, of course he's not into you, it's Sy!

Sy panicked immediately. This was so not his intention. He just wanted to tease you a bit. It's what you guys did, you know? Ugh, crap...

'There you go!' you huffed, faking a smile as you pushed the box over the counter.

'Thanks...I really think my mom is gonna love these.' He said, deciding it was way past time to put you out of your misery

'You know, Sy I really don't- wait what?'

'It's her birthday this weekend.'

'Your mom.'

'My mom.'

He looked at you with a guilty look in his eyes and you didn't know whether to kiss him or punch him square in the jaw.

'You did that on purpose didn't you?' You narrowed your eyes at him.

'You look really hot when you're jealous, you know that?'

'Oh, shut up.' you said before yanking him close by his collar and pressing your lips to his.

He groaned into the kiss, dropping the box on the floor and grabbing your face with both hands.

After what seemed like an eternity, you pulled away, pressing one last peck against his lips before opening your eyes and staring straight into his.

'Well I don't know your mother, but judging from those earrings, I'd say you have her eyes.'

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WHY DO I ACTUALLY LIKE THEM A LOT TOGETHER? JUST ME? okay......

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[kentolove]

a love once had, a memory kept forever

Sometimes, when looking deep into his closet, Tsukishima finds remnants of your clothing.

It’s usually a shirt, sometimes an old tank top adorned with holes, and most times it’s a lost sock. On the rare occasion, he usually takes the clothing out of his closet, stares at it for a few seconds, and a trace of a smile will find its way on his face.

He’ll remember the years that you shared together, nights when you spoon fed him his favourite foods. (Against his will, of course. Tsukishima Kei is not soft. He never has been. Never will be.)

His mind will race to the hours you spent on his lap, rambling all about this new movie that “he needs to check out.” (He never does. Why would he, when he could sit and listen to your voice?)

He’ll find himself thinking of the times you spent on that raggedy bench, cheering him on at every game. He remembers when you encouraged him to go pro, telling him that nothing is as important as his dreams. (You should have known that you were his dream all along.)

He remembers when the two of you began to drift apart, so consumed in everything but one another. He remembers when you two sat down—two pillows placed on the ground, two faces staring each other down—and decided to leave one another.

He remembers how he held you tight as you cried, and how your hair was damp from all the tears he shed.

He thinks of how you made him promise to love you forever, how you will never hate him regardless of how your love slowly faded away. How in spite of that spark not being there anymore, you two will still love each other.

And sometimes, love does not conquer all. It does not burn as bright as the sun and it does not cause butterflies to erupt in Tsukishima’s stomach anymore.

You were two souls lost in a world so big, a world that could not hold the love that you two had for one another. Two souls who had to part—not out of hatred or betrayal, but two hearts who could not meet. The stars did not align at the right moment and bring you two together forever.

Your love did not change the world. It did not lead to a white picket fence and four children running in the garden. Your love did not lead to vows, nor will death ever do the two of you part, but that does not matter. What matters is that you loved. He loved you as much as you loved him. The love was there. The love carried him through sunshine and darkness, and that is enough.

It is enough for him.

-

Today, Tsukishima finds one of your old necklaces in his drawer. It was a beautiful gold chain with a pink sapphire jewel in the middle, but the jewel is now lost and the beauty of the gold has withered away.

He holds the necklace in his hand, remembering the times that he helped you put the necklace on. You, stood patiently in front of your vanity mirror, and him, standing behind you and complaining about how, “this isn’t the Met Gala, babe. You take too long to get ready.”

You’d smile that beautiful smile of yours and ask him to put the necklace on. He’d let out a fake sigh, but you both know how happy he is to help you. To be with you, to have the privilege to call you his.

The necklace feels nice in his hands. It’s warm, just as you once were. He gently places it back into the drawer; its home.

Tsukishima remembers how earlier that day, you had sent him a wedding invite. It was a simple text, an invitation to the wedding of you and Miya Atsumu. (You’ve always had a thing for blondes.)

He thinks about how his heart warmed as he scrolled through all the photos you sent him. He looked at the ring that now rests on your finger, and how the pink diamond is more beautiful than anything he could have offered you. He smiled, confirmed his attendance, and kindly wished you the best.

You’re happy, he thinks. That is all he has ever wanted.

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[wisecrackingeric-2]

Random (and somewhat silly) Leon Kennedy headcannons

* Leon is a sleepwalker. I have no justification for it other than I think it’d be funny

* Ironically he’s also a VERY light sleeper

* And to add insult to injury, he snores like a freight train.

* Leon is Transgender. Trust me guys he told me himself

* Also got that ADHD Autism combo. Again just trust me you guys he said so himself-

* Bisexual disaster. Probably leans towards men but every gender gives him Gay Panic

* Luis and Ada were his Bi Awakening.

* ((And probably Wesker too. I mean C’mon just look at the guy))

* And just like every Bisexual he CANNOT sit in chairs normally to save his life. If he even bothers to sit on one at all ((Kinda going off the second headcannon; he also sleeps in the WEIRDEST positions humanly possible))

* Leon has permanent Bad Posture. Both from when he used to wear a binder (Transmasc Tingz !!) and from old age

* He hams up his “”old age”” a LOT just to annoy Chris and Claire

* “Ooooooughhh you guys I can feel my bones turning to dust-“ “Shut UP LEON I’m NOT CARRYING YOU”

* Leon also wore a binder for FAR too long. Like he was fighting zombies and doing backflips all while his ribs were screaming in pain

* “Leon when did you last take off your binder” “why do YOU wanna know huh Chris 🤨” “TAKE IT OFF”

* ((Dw guys he practiced safe binding and got Top Surgery. Eventually))

* Leon dyes his hair blonde. You know I’m right

* It’s also like,, surprisingly soft??? He probably takes very good care of it and uses expensive products (probably the only expensive thing he owns)

* He also purposefully cuts it that way. In fact I recon he cuts it himself

* Much more competent people (Jill, Claire, Rebecca) have offered to cut it for him but he’s always refused

* Its one of the few things that reminds him of when he was still a Rookie cop that isn’t also a traumatic memory

* He’s got some PTSD just don’t worry about it ok

* Leon is N O T good at opening up. Like at all. But when somebody DOES manage to crack him he cries s o easily and he will cry for literal hours

* Chris and Claire are the only two people who’ve ever actually managed to successfully get him to open up to that point though

* He also probably sleeps better when he’s with somebody. But he’d never admit that

* Leon’s love language is probably a mix of Words Of Affirmation and Acts Of Service. He’d love it if for once he could come home to somebody having done the little chores for him

* He’s also probably a M A S S I V E sucker for any kind of physical touch. Again, won’t admit it, but he’s a big cuddler.

* Somebody please please please play with this man’s hair he will fall asleep in your lap in seconds

* Now this may be my own Autism special interest shining through but I LOVE the idea of Leon being a massive Pokémon fan

* His favourite games are Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald. Idk man he SEEMS like a Hoenn boy y’know

* His first starter was Torchic and Blaiziken remains as his all-time favourite Pokémon (he’s absolutely correct Torchic is the best Hoenn starter Fight Me)

* Probably still has his Gameboy from when he was a kid

* Leon’s also into retro anime. He likes to get Chris, Jill, Claire and Rebecca over just to show them his old childhood favourite shows like Astroboy or Sailor moon

* Will pause the DVD every 5 seconds to point something out or ramble on about something for 10 minutes

* Oh yeah he also absolutely keeps a DVD player in his home

* He’s a big sucker for old movies, especially old Queer movies but he’s also into classics like Back To The Future, Star Wars etc

*Probably was a big Star Wars kid

*((His favourite movie of all time is Legally Blonde but he will NEVER say that out loud))

* Leon’s always out of the country on some government mission so his house is probably pretty barren. He probably just stays with Chris or Claire after missions anyways

* Leon also still probably keeps in touch with Sherry and Ashley. He definitely went to their respective Graduations to support them at least

* He likes to collect little trinkets from his missions. Rocks, lighters, photos etc

* Other people have put this on their Headcannon lists too but I also agree that Leon is a MASSIVE Foodie

* The way to his heart is through a really good breakfast

* He’s also got a massive Sweet Tooth. Again, courtesy of other Headcannon lists

* He’s got low blood sugar so it probably evens out

* ALWAYS coming home from missions exhausted. In fact he’s exhausted on the plane. On the car ride there. DURING the mission. He’s an eepy little guy

* His T-Shots also make him Very Hungry All The Time. He thought it’d even out after a year of being on Testosterone but over a decade later and he still eats like a teenage boy

* ((It’s ok though cuz Chris always has his fridge stocked full. It might just be for Leon who knows))

* Leon’s not really either a Cat or a Dog guy. He likes both equally and would definitely have one of the other if it weren’t for his work

* He also prefers warm weather :))

* He likes to go swimming with his friends whenever he gets the opportunity

* Everyone makes fun of Chris for his Hawaiian shirts but Leon ABSOLUTELY has way too many as well

* Wears socks and jandals. I’m from Aotearoa NZ I’m allowed to say that ok

*BIG Mitski & Lana Del Rey fan

*I also imagine he probably likes older music like Madonna or Bowie or Blondie

* He’s not very good at it but he likes to paint his nails

* Or he just lets Rebecca or Claire do it for him

* If he goes a long time without cutting his hair either he’ll also put it up in a lil ponytail :)

* He’s got a big ol toothy, lop-sides grin.

* I recon he also involuntarily bites his tongue when he’s genuinely smiling too

* I said before he keeps trinkets and stuff from his missions but he absolutely keeps more personal mementos too. For example;

* He bought himself an old Spanish version of Don Quixote for Luis

* He keeps his old cop uniform in his closet

* He stole Chris’ shades and never returned them

* Still has one of Adas missing rings, etc etc etc

* Similarly to physical objects, Leon also picks up on the habits of people he’s met from his missions

* He always double-checks the barrel of his gun after he’s seen Chris do it so many times

* Holds his knife in his left hand after Krauser

* Very rarely smokes on occasion to remember Luis

* Picked up more Advanced First-Aid after Rebecca ((she also insisted it would be helpful))

* I could go on forever

* Leon can’t imagine ever actually being able to settle down and retire because of his work, but if he could, he would love to be a Father :))

* One last silly one cuz this list has gotten surprisingly serious; Leon unironically references Vines All The Time. It will drive everyone around him insane

#ericswriting #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #re4r leon #re leon #re leon kennedy #re4r leon kennedy #leon kennedy hc #re4 leon kennedy #leon kennedy headcanons #trans leon kennedy #resident evil leon #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil leon kennedy #resident evil memes #resident evil 4 #re chris #chris redfield #re claire #claire resident evil #claire redfield #resident evil chris #re headcanons #resident evil headcanons #re fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #rebecca chambers #jill valentine #sherry birkin #ashley graham

[siren-serenity]

the ways i say 'i love you' 🌈

characters: arthur kirkland (england), gn!reader warnings: fluff, romance a/n: - arthur kirkland asdfghjklasdfghjsfgoandv *cue siren fainting* - he is my babygirl fr - i think this just turned out into a 'how to brew tea' 101 session lmao - feedback is appreciated!

reading a book together

the raindrops platter against the window, creating a racket of noise but it was ignored inside the warm household. a duo sat side by side on the old couch, books in hand and their eyes fixated on the tale the words weaved together beautifully. it was like they were transported into a whole different dimension where dragons and magicians roamed free and the limit is limitless. on the small nightstand, a lit candle flickered. the sweet aroma of a forest wafted in the air, further adding to the illusion and you breathed it in. a smile grew on your lips. "good book, love?" arthur murmured, placing a bookmark on his page before giving you his full attention. his emerald eyes read your sypnosis quickly as you nodded. "it's well-written and the plot is unique," you explained. you stood up, cracking your stiff joints and groaning at the relief you felt. "want to lean on me instead?" arthur moved aside the pillow and you smiled gently. you sat back down again, this time leaning your head on his shoulders and your arm wrapped around his. this way, you could smell arthur's scent alongside the forest-scented candle; his cologne was different this time. it was more him, the scent of roses and the seaside somehow suited him. together, you both cracked your books open and continued reading in peace, ignoring the ferocious winds and the roaring thunder beyond the little bubble of peace.

tea time together

there is a soft alluring scent coming from the kitchen. it disrupts your work zone and invites you to investigate the source of it. as you exit your office and turn left, you spy arthur's golden hair in the midst of the grey monotones of the kitchen and smile. "sweetheart?" you call out, watching as arthur spins around with teabags of all shades in his arms. you chuckle and walk forth, pressing a small, featherlight kiss on his cheek before wrapping an arm around his waist. "what are you doing?" "just making tea, love," he returns the kiss to your cheek; his own cheeks were the shade of bright red as he quickly turns back to decide. "i just can't decide what to brew today..." you hum, using your other arm to hug him around the waist and bury your face in the crook of your collarbone. "teach me about tea?" "well, there's a lot to know about tea," arthur began. his emerald eyes sparkled as he rambled and that was what you loved most about him. how passionate he could get when he is talking about the things he loves most. "the most important thing to note is every tea has specific optimum temperatures to be soaked in. for example," arthur held up a packet of green tea. you noticed how it matched his eyes and quickly shook your head to clear your mind of thoughts. arthur gave you a raised eyebrow before continuing. "green tea doesn't actually need to be boiled at water's boiling temperature. somewhere around 70 to 80 celsius will do the trick. and only soak it for 2 to 3 minutes. any more and the tea will be too infused with green tea." you leaned in, taking a small inhale of the green tea before smiling. "smells nice, love. can we try this?" arthur nodded while grinning. his hands automatically began to grab whatever he needed as he spoke to you. "i had these imported thanks to kiku! the green tea from his place is simply divine; i don't know how i survived decades- i mean so long without it!"

sunsets

behind arthur's little cottage, there was a cliff overlooking the entirity of the ocean. the grandness of the view always never failed to take your breath away, just like right now. you sat down on the picnic blanket and simply appreciated the view of the majestic sapphire waves and the glorious golden sunset above you. "darling?" arthur's frantic voice interrupted you but you turned around to wave. he let out a huge sigh before scrambling down the stone stepways and briskly made his way to you. "i was looking all over for you! you made me so worried!" his hair was frazzled and messy, unlike his normally gelled back appearance. gold strands fell onto his face and a sweaty sheen showed proof of his arduous running around to find you. you pat the space next to you, beckoning him to join you and he relented. arthur leaned into your embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your collarbone and your hand went up to gently brush his golden hair. his eyelids fluttered at the feeling and a light blush dusted his face. "this feels nice," he murmured lowly and you hummed in agreement. together, you both faced the sunset, where the skyline met the horizon of the endless sea in a beautiful kiss.

#hetalia #arthur kirkland #england #hws england #arthur kirkland x reader #arthur kirkland fluff #hetalia fluff #hetalia x reader #aph hetalia #aph england

[flashdoesahundredyarddash]

ok but what do you think of demiromantic hal?? someone mentioned that he's aro coded and it's something I didn't knew but needed it 😭

As someone who is on the ace spectrum (demiromantic and asexual), I really like when people write about some of my favorite characters having the same sexualities as me.

I do headcanon him as demiromantic, and also pansexual.

(Down below is me explaining him being demiromantic when it comes to his feelings and also Barry + Carol...)

HOWEVER, he is... as Ollie says a space tomcat, he takes on emotions much more seriously in my hc. He can do whatever, but when it comes to how he feels romantically it became a lot harder for him to express himself romantically too. <- Trouble with love genuinely but with trying to tell people anything related with love has been a topic for him. Which is also an explaination of the acts that he does for the people he cares about because it REPLACES him trying to explain his feelngs. When you think about it, the way Hal shows his love towards people or showing that he cares comes into a lot of wild acts or making sure that he'll come to the ends of the Earth when it comes to someone. (Like in your post, which I forgot to reblog and add to it :3, in DC vs Vampires, how Hal wanted to rule the world with Barry....) ------ Unrelated but related-- While yes, he does save people, Hal is deepened through emotional bonds both platonically and romantically... (I like to take this literal, as a form of being bonded by lantern ring emotion such as Carol with holding to Star Sapphire and Barry with being expressed by HAL to hold the mantle of hope, because it took years with these two for Hal to be linked with them in some type of way -> Sorry, I'm kinda normal about the bond Carol and Hal have, there's many levels of a relationship that these two have -- Including Barry and Hal together. There's a lot of things to talk about these two.)

This first occurs with Carol. As they grew older (Teen years to Adulthood <- Before JL), it gave Hal time of falling for her. Whether it was those long talks out on drives or opening up to each other about the deeper things. Plus, bringing in the things they face together and the collaborations these two agree on or disagree or OVERALL the way they communicate through different forms when it came to both in suit and out of suit. One of my thoughts for my Demiromantic Hal hc. Not only this but they also have a deep connection together later when it comes the Star Sapphire Possessions + Hal being Reborn in Spectre while Carol has presumably moved on. Although it took a bit to figure himself out, he both cares and loves Carol in impossible ways that could be explained. Which leads me to the next case...

(I had to ramble about them... They are like the best friends ever + including Barry and Iris when they come along.)

Sharing to add on for your post... But this is ALSO an idea I've been having for a fic... But I don't have time to write it ALL because I want to make it to many chapters. Be Prepared because I like when you mention HalBarry to me, I get happy because I don't talk about it to people. I also love to hear HalBarry thoughts because I project things that people don't get much like what I'm about to write..

The way Hal feels when it comes to being in love, is partially dumbfounded, it's something that sets him back when he realizes that there's an elephant in the room. One he describes as longing in a way where he didn't know he felt this fast. When in reality it has been years since this friendship. Yes, feelings for one of his best friends. One that he's been friends with since the beginning of the Justice League formation. Which was long... His hair is grey and the smile that was once without wrinkles now forms lines whenever he smiles or laughs.. In his mind, it feels that the feelings that are coming into play feel dangerous. How it makes his palms sweat just being near Barry. How when he isn't being occupied by anything busy, he's thinking about a fond memory with Barry. How Barry makes him smile, the way everything about his friend just makes him giddy like some teenage puppy love. Something he never got to experience but god, when he's with Barry, he feels so young. That even imagining them growing old together is just one step to keeping Hal feeling so young. It's like being awkward when you have no idea where to put your hands. Especially with a friend you've had for many years. A friend who's been there by his side that Hal now begins to think an eye for god knows how many minutes. The friendship teasing between the two and the playful chases that they would take on those evenings when everything just seemed perfect. How standing on that cliff when they were younger, the intimacy of the stare they held. Their deep connection that brings Hal to appreciate every moment he's had with him. How they're practically linked in color. How hope filled the willpower that settled in his personality. That when it came to Barry, it felt like he might have something to lose. Something and someone he's lost before. He knows what it felt to lose Barry. Which one proved his love for Barry to be a lot stronger than what he first thought when it came to the last glimpse of friendship. How that bond turned into a strong form for what Hal should keep fighting for. It was so unexpected. So unexpected to be in love with your best friend.

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK UHMM #I LOVE DEMIROMANTIC HAL I THINK ITS MY FAVORITE EVER :(( he is so relatable I get him #also don't mind me going insane on the halbarry part... #guys he is so distance by christina perri coded... #i was listening to the halbarry playlist do you get me #UGHHH I COULD GO ON FOREVER BUT IM SEEING LINES ON MY COMPUTER #hope you enjoy this because I so need to write more to the ending #thats like a summary for this #barry fell first but god hal fell harder for him #hal jordan #barry allen #halbarry #and a bit of halcarol in here guys #speedster ramble #if we ever collab cessmaga tthis this #we need to make them halbarry real #i mean it is in one universe but maybe another guys do you get me #I LOVE HAL JORDAN #i would like to say the way hal shows love is really special to me like he cares for people no other

[gloomiebearwritings]

It’s hard to find good Kenshi content out there, can I request Kenshi with a s/o he wants to marry/has recently married? Your writing’s so good 👉👈🥺

Oh absolutely!! Hope you like it!! ❤

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With a s/o that he wants to marry:

- He’s a bit pent up and stuffy, trying to act as smooth as he can while not making it obvious, he wants to be with you a bit more seriously

- You’re the love of his life and the idea of you being his beloved officially makes him feel as light as air

- He’d thought about marriage for a long time, unsure if it was the right thing for the longest time; but after so long with you, he’d come to realize how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

He spends a good amount of time pondering what ring to even get you; he wants something simple but shows his long-time adoration for you. Almost regretfully he’d turn to someone who can see everything, which might end up being an excited Johnny. He’d have to remind Johnny again and again that he’s wanting something precious and simple, nothing too out there which would earn him a pat on the back and a promise of nothing wild.

In the end he’d choose a lovely rose gold band with three rich sapphires; one smaller one on each side of a larger sapphire cut in the shape of an oval. The band itself would have your name engraved on the inside with the outside remaining untouched saved for the sockets for the sapphires.

With a s/o he’s married to:

- Every day he reminds you of anything you’d forgotten, such as routine steps or eating

- Gentle kisses throughout the day and little hugs from behind when he can; finding your physical touch comforting

- After long days he’ll draw a warm bath to relax in, often asking you to join or joining yours when you’re taking one

Sometimes at night you’ll find him tracing little shapes on your skin, finding the motions and sensation of your skin soothing if he’s overthinking; other times he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck, hair, or shirt. You’re his everything and he’ll tell you every day, not letting you even for a second think otherwise.

On days where he can just relax you may find him listening to the music you got him into as a way to zone out, though you may make him jump if you catch him completely zoned out.

He enjoys listening to you go on rambles of the things you’re passionate about, sometimes even getting into what you’re passionate about. You’d introduce him to different hobbies of yours too, which he’ll find ways of fueling through getting you to talk about them or listening to you do them if it involves music or singing; otherwise, he’ll help get you your materials.

#my works #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk kenshi #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi x reader

[meow-town]

Glam X Reader  「The Years Between Us」  pt. 1

(Made this into parts because I was going to take so long writing this istg and I didn’t want to make anyone wait 😭😭😭) Also requested by @spacedustblog !! Tysm for requesting!!!

Summary : Glam encounter his only childhood friend after years and decides to do what he was scared to try all those years ago.

(He didn’t know Ches that much in this AU, and his only close friend was reader.)

I gasp for air.

I didn’t think I’d ever lay eyes on this individual again.

His sight, his expression, his stance, all of it screams ‘I’ve missed you’. He’s oh so familiar, but at the same time he’s a completely different person from the one I knew years ago. He’s a changed man, it’s clear to see. But even then, the same sapphire blue eyes stare at me as they did back then, just like when he stood before my door, drenched in the rain.

God, I remember it vividly, like it was engraved, etched into a far corner of my brain.

He was far shorter than he is now, standing outside of my door carrying his little violin case above his head. He was attempting to cover himself from the bucketloads of rainfall that had come to be that evening. His hair was disheveled, a rare sight, considering how he always strived to keep it as orderly and slicked back a humanly possible.  Strained eyes stared at me in desperation,  chest heaving up and down.

“Glam?” I squinted my eyes at him, “Come in!” I thrashed my arms around, signaling for him to enter. Sturdy loafers stepped into the house, thudding onto the floor. I grabbed his case from his hands and set it on a nearby table, dragging him in further into the house by his forearms, as he seemed a bit reluctant. My hands reached for the buttons of his suit jacket, looking up once for his approval. He nodded and I unbuttoned each one swiftly, pulling it off of him.  “What are you doing here? Don’t you have to go back to your house before it’s too late?” 

I heard him sigh above me. A hushed mutter made its way to my ears in a way I didn’t like one bit.

“It’s already too late.”

I folded the jacket and tossed it alongside the violin. His head had been facing towards the floor this entire time. I grasped his shoulders.

“Glam?”

He exhaled deeply through his nose. I held onto him harder.

“What- What happened?”

Nothing. Silence. What had happened? What happened to the smiling boy I spent my afternoons with, hearing him ramble about whatever new band he learned about? What happened to the Glam who grinned so hard that people on the sides of the street freaked? He was dead-eyed, brows slightly furrowed together in a frown.

I pulled him to the seating arrangement, gently setting him down and taking a seat next to him. I linked his hand with mine. And I waited. I waited for him to steady himself and rubbed circles on his palm. I peeked over to look at his face, pulling some strands behind his ear.

“(f/n).” I nodded. “I need a place to stay.”

I stumbled over my words.

“O-Of course, Glam! Whatever you need.”

His dull gaze drifted to me, and he held harder onto my hand. “Glam, what happened?” I wasn’t going to let this go. He averted his gaze and shut his eyes.

“My father, he knows.”

“He knows about everything. The concert, Ches, the lies, the band, about you, he knows everything.” The pace he spoke in went from 0 to 100 incredibly fast, rambling on. “I was running back home, and when I got there he was standing outside, holding my diary. Lydia looked beaten, and he had tossed my city model into the garbage. He threatened to keep me locked up in the house for the rest of my life, I just- I didn’t know what to do.”

A stray tear ran down his cheek, as I heard his now shaky voice crumble further. “I had to run, I turned my back on him and just kept walking, away from him. He called me an ungrateful, rotten worm. He told me to never come back to the house, that I was no longer his son, but that I had chosen rabble.”

His shoulders rattled with the internalized grief, knuckles completely white because of the strength he used to clasp my hand. I hadn’t even noticed how my jaw had dropped until he finished his monologue. He had told me about his father on some occasions, but I never knew he was like this.  A savvy musician, he’s very strict with his principles and expects nothing but the best of me. That’s what he would tell me, he’d never mentioned anything about his father being a repulsive animal with not a drop of human sympathy in the entirety of his body. I remembered how he would angrily knock on my door, and fume for hours on end, he had never actually explained what was making him so mad. But I think I had an idea now.

“I’m… so sorry, Glam. You know you’re free to stay here as long as you need.” Before I knew what he was doing, a pair of arms wrapped around me. His entire body trembled - whether it was from the cold, or the anguish, I didn’t know. Probably both. Chin rested on my back, quiet sobs filled the room along with the drum of the rainfall from outside. “It’s okay. You’re here. You’re safe. You’re with me.” I felt his heartbeat slow down at the last sentence. “Don’t worry about it. It’s late, go to bed and we’ll talk about this tomorrow.” He nodded, sniffing one last time. “What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

“…Do you have cottage cheese?”

“Yeah.” I lied, but I would just have to wake up early and pick up some from the store. I didn’t want to shut him down in this state of mind he was in. “Can we have syrniki? It’s my favourite.”

“I know, Glam.” I smiled. The rest of the evening blurred by. I set him into a spare mattress hidden away in the attic, served him a glass of water and gave him some old clothes from the back of my closet. I offered for him to take a shower, but he was too tired to do anything like that. After a concert and that eventful night, he was dying to get to sleep. The second his head hit the pillow, Glam was out cold. His hair was in little tufts, spread cross his face.

His hair now is more voluminous, still in separate locks. He’s really tall, like, really tall. Practically towers over me now, the combat boots with 2 inch soles aren’t helping either. His eyes with gorgeous black mascara stare at me in shock. I still remember the first time he showed me his mascara, all over his eyelids and clumpy as all hell. It sure wasn’t pretty. At least not as much as he is now.

“(f/n)? Is it really you?”

“Glam?”

I never saw him after that night, he had run away with his band mates. We sent a letters for a while but lost touch after two years or so. He would write me personalized letter the majority of the time, or when he said he was tired, he would settle for sending me copies of the newest addition to his diary.  Who Are Those Freaks On Stage? That was his band’s name, I believe. They’re quite a popular band now, but I haven’t seen Glam in any interviews or album covers…

The sparkle in his expression returns, stepping in further.

“It’s been so long.” I agree and invite him in with a hug, enveloping my arms around him. He steps into the establishment, not letting go.

“We have so much to talk about, huh?” I snicker. He nods and increases the force of the hug, digging his hands into my sides. “I’ll go make us some coffee and we can start catching up as soon as possible.” I release him and stride to the kitchen, smile prominent on both of our faces.

“Oh, could I please have a-”

“Dead eye coffee, I know how you like it, don’t worry!” He chuckles, taking a seat on the couch and fiddling with the fabric.

———

“And that’s when we started getting more gigs, even small concerts at some point. Good times.”

“That’s so cool! But I was meaning to ask, did you leave the band? I haven’t seen you in any album covers or news headlines…”

His eyes darken. Barely, but I’m able to notice. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s quite a long story, that’s all.” I shift to fully turn to him, smiling warmly to indicate for him to continue.

“It started when we were talking to a manager after our latest concert…”

#metal family #metal family x reader #metal family glam #glam #metal family glam shvagenbagen #glam shvagenbagen #glam x reader #glam Shvagenbagen x reader #metal family glam x reader #metal family glam Shvagenbagen x reader #pls don’t kill me for taking so long on this #Free time doesn’t exist in my world

[sapphicseasapphire]

ok, so, this has been bugging me for a bit today, but, what was Sky's reaction to when he first met Warriors? like there's got to be a strong emotion there given that Fi is also a sword spirit.

so yeah, I'm just wondering what you have planed for that.

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(also great artwork it's absolutely stunning and looks really yummy)

((dont question it))

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS, I HAD TO DRAW IT.

(Lore under the cut. Sorry, I have a lot to say about this haha)

Sky’s reaction when he first meets Warriors? Awe.

They find Wars last- or, well, they find his sword. The others are notably confused because they were looking for the hero. The temple that they were led to is completely empty except for a single sword atop a pedestal. Surely their lead was wrong- this can’t be it. Maybe this is the hero’s blade? And he will return to the temple? Or is this just the wrong spot entirely?

While the others are arguing with each other about what to do next, Sky steps up to the blade. It’s… a lot fancier than the ones that the heroes are accustomed to. Gems are inlaid into the guard, fabric is woven around the grip in a familiar pattern. There are diamonds that run down the blade and a piece of blue fabric is tied around the ring of the pommel. This level of decoration is not usually suited for a sword to be wielded in battle. In fact, the only sword that he’s known to be this beautiful and but also effective is currently strapped at his side. As Sky walks closer, he can see the blade glow unnaturally, and his voice echoes through the temple:

“It’s a Sword Spirit,” he’d say, reaching out to the blade but not touching. Not yet.

There’s a mix of emotions when Sky looks upon the blade. He’s relieved, for he had feared that Sword Spirits had been forgotten entirely. His heart aches at the cold weight of Fi at his side, empty and quiet where she used to be full of life. It’s good, he thinks, to see a new sword shine so bright. He’s a little afraid, he’d admit, since he has unsavory memories of a different Sword Spirit. Phantom hands at his shoulders, tongue at his ear, black blades arcing in the air.

Still, Sky can’t repress the way his heart leaps in excitement, a smile at his lips, even as his hand falters in the air. Another Sword Spirit, here, right in front of him. Another opportunity to make things right, to fix things. Oh, how he misses Fi.

“This is the hero we’re looking for.”

And the others would approach, their curiosity piqued by the reverent tone of Sky’s voice. (Note that Sky had just joined them about two-ish days ago? He was the second to last to meet the Chain, the last being Wars).

No one else has met a Sword Spirit before, not even Wild or Time (who, at this point, everyone thinks is a spirit), so they’re all a bit hesitant to accept Sky’s words at face value. Sky explains that he’s met Sword Spirits before, that the Master Sword herself is a spirit. Puzzle pieces click into place but they still need more convincing. They’ll believe that Sky’s correct: that the sword in the pedestal is indeed a Sword Spirit, but they don’t agree that it’s the hero that they’re looking for.

At least, not until the spirit bursts from his sword in a flash of white light, floating in the air as Fi had done so long ago. The eight heroes stand, eyes wide, before the glowing metallic figure. Sky could cry in at the joy he feels as the spirit utters his first words to them:

“Hello, Masters.”

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• Sky inherently trusts everything that Wars says because he trusted Fi. Fi didn’t lie, she was always helpful, and she told him exactly what he needed to hear every single time, even if he didn’t like it. She was calculating and intelligent and Sky (well… Link) could not have survived on the Surface without her. He trusted her with his life. Sky has no reason to think that Wars would ever lie to him, either. Especially in the early days, when he’s more robotic and less human. And so, he trusts Wars to always be honest.

• This will totally definitely 100% not be a problem guys, I promise. Wars would never lie to Sky about something dangerous. And it totally would never result in Sky getting hurt. And it’s definitely not why Wars looks so upset in the sketches I did yesterday. You can trust me. I promise.

• Sky and Wars talk a lot about Fi. Wars is curious about her, since he’s met her before in his own era and doesn’t know what happened to her. So Sky would explain that she went to sleep after his first adventure, and Wars would stare at him blankly.

“Sword Spirits do not necessitate sleep, Master.”

“I-” Sky would look away, something terribly vulnerable in his eyes. His voice would be sad and quiet as he continued: “I know.”

• I know I’ve talked about this before, but Sky is the most knowledgeable about Wars. He understands. And so his interactions with Wars are a lot easier for the Sword Spirit than with the others. The others don’t like being called “Master.” They don’t like the matter-of-fact way he talks, how he calculates every sentence before speaking it, how he uses percentages and simulations to back up his arguments. (How he always wins arguments). And Sky doesn’t necessarily like these things either, but he’s always patient. Always gentle. He allows Wars to call him “Master” because he understands how much Wars needs it. When Wars goes off on tangents and describes every bit of data he can think of, Sky sits and listens and they talk and it’s just so easy. Sky is probably Wars’ favorite, just for that.

• The REASON that Sky is so supportive of Wars goes back to the one thing that drives him through literally everything in his life: guilt. He said goodbye to Fi much too soon. She was just starting to open up, to feel and express her emotions, when their time ran out. He never got to know the person she’d end up to be, and he’s not making that same mistake again with Warriors.

I think I’ve talked about this before? How when Sword Spirits are young, they talk robotically and don’t express themselves, but as they mature and are around more people, they kind of adopt their traits and become a more well rounded person? Fi, for example was only around for what? A few months? Ghirahim had thousands of years to develop. That���s the difference between “According to your social customs, I should provide you with my personal designation. Fi is the name I was given,” and “You may call me Ghirahim. In truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Ghirahim. But I'm not fussy."

Sky wants to see Wars grow in the way that he never got to see Fi. He wants to know Wars. Not just as a spirit, but as a friend.

#I answered questions #fanart #my art #chain as cryptids au #cac art #cryptid lore #sword spirit #sapphire rambles way too long #sorry for the lore dump #cryptid sky #cryptid warriors #the legend of zelda #links meet au

[buckyismybicycle]

Pairing: Bucky-centric/Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers  Rating: Mature for graphic themes Tags: Azzano (but also: Torture, POW, Hurt No Comfort, Blood, Poisoning, Temporary Hearing Loss, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Whump, Vomiting) Summary:  A glimpse into Bucky's time in captivity after Azzano. For: @whumptober​ Day 16: “No one’s coming”, @cabottombingo​ A2: “Tortured for Information” and @buckybarnesbingo​ C5: “Dyin’ Ain’t so Bad”

“Sergeant! Sergeant!”

The calls for him fade behind as he’s marched away from his men — and so many others — by the stoic guards.

Bucky would love nothing more than to punch them right in the head but cuffed, starved, and near delirious, he isn’t quite in the right state to take them both on. Bummer.

He’d still try, given the chance.

A cold chill sweeps over his body as they lead him to the next room, where a lone, metal table awaits him. At first glance he can spot the straps meant to hold him down, the trolley with a metal pan on, meant to hold whatever torture devices they intend to use on him.

The doors behind him slam shut, muffling the cries of the other soldiers.

He knows what’s about to come — pain. Nothing but pain. This is where he needs to find his resolve, steel himself for the next part.

His men were good men. He hadn’t known them long — such was war — but he knew them enough. They said he wasn’t supposed to get attached, but Bucky wasn’t that type of fellow. Knowing about their families waiting for them at home was what kept him fighting as hard as he did. So they could all go home to their loved ones.

So he could go home to Steve.

Sorry, Stevie.

When they undo his restraints to put him down, he takes a shot at one of the guards, because he figures why the hell not. It’s a gleeful feeling, to feel the connection of his fist to the guard’s face, but it doesn’t last long.

The second guard is on him in an instant, and the pain is something he’s never felt before. His entire body locks up, seizes like he has no control and drops him to the ground in under a second.

What the —?

He just manages to land on his back, looking up in horror. Blue. His eyes catch the blue flickers of the guard’s baton. He’s never even heard of a stun baton let alone seen one but that blue is something evil.

He used to love the colour blue — the sapphire of Steve’s eyes.

But now it’s become the colour of his nightmares, the colour that stares down at him. It’s the same blue from those tanks that rolled into Azzano, the same blue from the beams that disintegrated men before his very eyes.

Johnson, who had a wife and daughter. Ryan, who had just gotten engaged.

They had been right beside him. Hell, it had almost been him. Then, they’d simply vanished without a trace like they never existed at all. Their clothes, their weapons – their tags, even – there was nothing to send home.

The memory sends a new wave of chills down his spine and before he knows it, even his teeth are chattering. Maybe, it’s a testament to how cold the room is. Or, maybe this is just how men feel right before they die.

The soldiers from this faction – whoever the hell they were – were stone-faced and tight-lipped, never uttering a word. Yet, it wasn’t them that Bucky was afraid of, but the short, stocky scientist that joins them. By all means, he looked frail, weaker than the average man, someone Bucky could easily take down in a fight.

But, there was something about his beady little eyes and the way they lit up when he was inspecting Bucky that unnerved him. He goes from feeling like cattle being lined up for slaughter to feeling like a bug under a microscope.

“You are a fine specimen… Perfect test subject… Yes.. Good… Good.”

Bucky knows the “doctor”, if he even is one, is talking to himself and it gives him chills to hear how gleeful he sounds. His voice is too light, too pleased, for war. He takes joy in the suffering and that makes Bucky sick to his stomach.

“You will make the perfect Fist of Hydra,” the doctor rambles, adjusting the light to shine in Bucky’s face and causing him to squint.

Hydra?

He wants to ask, but they train soldiers for this part. Capture. Torture. Or, at least, they trained them on what to do and say. Give them nothing. Name, rank, number – that’s all they were supposed to say.

What they didn’t train him for was how to handle the excruciating pain, how to not beg for them to end his life. How to stop himself from trying to end his own life. He keeps it all inside, even as it slowly kills him.

He’s never heard of the enemy using chemical torture – didn’t even know that was a thing – until they shove tubes in his arms, mystery fluids pumping through them. Groans of agony slip through his gritted teeth without his permission as his body tries to reject it all.

He’s afraid — so, very, very afraid. He nearly breaks, over and over, but every time he gets to that ledge, Steve’s face pops into his mind. Whether it’s Steve’s smile that brings him back or he’s just too stubborn to die, as Steve always said, he’s not sure.

“How do you feel, Sergeant?” The voice doesn’t belong to Steve.

“Barnes, J-James Buchanan. S-sergeant. Three two f-five five sev-ven zero –”

His teeth won’t stop chattering, his body cramping up from the shivering that wracks through his entire skeleton, it seems. He hurts everywhere. Every joint burns, every muscle feels torn – he swears he can even feel his bones ache.

Bucky’s vision isn't so great right now, blurry at times and spotty at best, but he can still see the sinister smile on the doctor’s face.

“Well enough to talk, that’s a good sign.”

Yet, the doctor doesn’t ask any questions. He doesn’t ask what the plans are for the army, doesn’t ask for the camp location, or the number of soldiers. Whatever was being done to Bucky is also being carefully documented, and Bucky’s stomach sinks impossibly further because the truth becomes painfully clear to him.

He isn’t being tortured for information. He’s being tortured as an experiment.

This time, he turns his head and throws up bile, with nothing in his stomach, the acidity yet another burn amongst the many.

Time passes in a mixture of syrupy, slow movements filled with bursts of hyperactive speed. It feels like wading through mud and then being thrown on the Cyclone.

Coney Island… Steve. Stevie. Ste…

It’s minutes or hours later, until the doctor pats his sweaty cheek.

“You are doing well, Soldat. Now, we begin the real test.”

If Bucky could remember how to speak, he might have begged for them to just kill him already, training be damned. Dying doesn’t seem like the worst option at this point.

They inject something else in him now, a dark, vile-looking thing that Bucky knows can only be something horrendous.

He’s pretty sure it’s poison. He’s never been poisoned before but this has got to be it. It feels like a creeping burn, like acid in his veins, rotting his blood. He screams — not for the first time, not for the last time. His throat is dry, and he’s honestly surprised there’s anything left in him to still cry but a tear runs down his temple.

A sharp ringing fills the room, and he thinks he’s been deafened for a moment. There’s a jolt of pain in his eardrums and then he feels something warm dribbling down his neck.

Blood, his delirious mind supplies as his body convulses from the agony.

“You live, Soldat. That is good.”

“Barnes… James.. Bu…”

He doesn’t remember if he finishes the sentence. The experiment continues — or repeats? Both.

He’s lost count of how many times he’s been through this, how many things they’ve put into his body, how many times he wakes to find himself stuck in the same nightmare.

The doctor still smiles, as if Bucky were his early Christmas present.

God, please… please, no… more.

“I am pleased, Soldat. Rest now, regain your strength. We begin anew in the morning.”

The words are a bit muffled in Bucky’s ears but he still nearly cracks his teeth as he bites back the urge to whimper. He feels like he’s lying on a bed of needles, with rats nipping at his flesh.

The lights shut off, the sound of doors sliding open and closed again signaling the doctor’s exit.

It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s quiet because his hearing hasn’t returned just yet. He’s alone. He has nothing.

Even when he had nothing, he used to have Steve, but even Steve isn’t with him this time. The fear gives way for cold, hard truths.

This is war. Soldiers get left behind. There’s no one coming for him.

There’s going to be a letter sent home to his parents, saying he’d been captured or presumed dead. Then they’d have to tell Steve.

He sees it all in his mind, clear as day, all the way up to his own funeral.

He lets out a quiet sob, but it hurts to even cry, every breath feeling like a stab to the lungs. Soon, he loses feeling in his fingertips. Then, it’s his toes, and like a slow-rolling tide it spreads further and further up his limbs.

Whatever they’ve done to him will surely take him before the morning.

Good, he thinks.

The last thing he wants is to be turned into a monster working for these bastards.

#whumptober2022 #no.16 #no one's coming #stucky #fic #hurt no comfort #angst #torture #stucky fanfic #buckybarnesbingo2022 #captain bottom bingo 2022 #bucky barnes fanfic

[transjarlaxle]

The soft asks flowers for kaine or else (if you wanna)

of course of course<3 my lovey

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

In physical space, it's always going to be in their home city, built into the mountainside. They love most the waterfalls that frame the Dawn Palace - the colors refracting in the sunlight and the constant rushing sound and the coolness of the wind even in the summer - it's all a comfort for them. As much as they treasure being able to see the world, they always miss their home, and it's a combination of their birthright and this deep-seated idea that they're part of the land that makes them believe they are always destined to return. There's no single person that makes their home - the closest would be Gale, but they'd rather have him in the Dawn Palace, and make it his home too.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

To be a little emo about it. It starts with the dragon instinct - they love things that are glittery and expensive, jewelry and gemstones and one-of-a-kind things, and they hoard them to an extent. Over time, they start to see those things in the intangible - making people smile, leaving something positive in their wake. They have a habit of leaving small parts of themself around - crystals in temples and homes of people who helped them, earrings and necklaces given to people they care about, and so on.

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

For lack of a better word, they were a bit of a sickly child, and they would sooner not admit to feeling unwell than let someone care for them. It frustrates them to feel breakable, or like someone needs to watch over them. On the flip side, they don't really have an instinct for taking care of others - they're a little insensitive, but they're doing their best <3

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

They need physical touch - it doesn't really matter who, but of course it helps if it's someone they're close to. Barring that, if they're alone, they're probably gonna take a while to recover. They'll be up and moving quickly, but they're not gonna be in it.

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

Sapphires, diamonds, silk shirts, Gale's hair, midafternoon naps, strong wind, flying, lizards, dogs, cinnamon, dark chocolate, spicy foods, dancing, the feeling of Gale's spellbook, waterfalls, sunrises

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Kaine's spellbook is this very finely handcrafted leatherbound journal embossed with silver and engraved with their family name and crest, and the inside of it is just. a hot mess<3 A good bit of it is taken up by very methodical notes, but it's interspersed with their own experimental notes (all futile), and also rambling journal notes about their feelings and opinions and shit. drawings of birds and dragons and little mean comments and "Gale Silva" written in 3294839 different ways all over the place

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Kaine's closest friend is Adelaide Glass, the Dux Nomine of their Highguard. Adelaide was introduced to them when they were both children, and was always meant to be their confidante and protector. Kaine has never considered Adelaide in a romantic sense, and vice versa, but if platonic soulmates are something you believe in, they are that to each other. Other than Adelaide, Kaine doesn't go out of their way to make friends, and they've never been very close to any of their flings until Gale came along - they're the kind of person just to fall into things, and they're not mad at it

#ask #ty<33 #kaine silva

[dragons-eat-people]

Deep Sea Desperation: Tale Of Splashy

"Seems I really can't get over this feeling, hmm. I guess it can't be helped!" Splashy rambles, transitioning into a giggle. The dragon stroked his belly gently with his claws. Muffled speaking arose from beneath the surface of his stomach, which his ears tuned to listen.

"You want to hear my awe inspiring story again? Well, who would I be to turn you down? I'll do it. It all started-

In this very town! Obviously. Only so many people know of this tale, so I'm practically a living legend! Boy, your seafarers sure are brave, and also scaredy cats, huh! Just like you, too.

"I prefer to be called 'Timid', actually..." The voice interrupts. "Shh! Quiet down!" Splashy insisted.

Before we met, I always had a lovely routine to my eventful life. I'd always gone small, acting sly as I caused harmless trouble. But that wasn't enough. I wanted more. Way more. So one day, I decided I'd wreak havoc on your town's boatmen! Using the powers bestowed upon me, I gave them all the worst fright man couldn't hope for. At night, usually just a single boat would leave from the docks. I was never far behind. Leaping into the waters, I swam after my target, steadily increasing in both size and speed. I dunno if it was something I ate, but my body contained some bioluminescence, so I could be seen underwater as I swam toward them. Now here comes the best part...now the ocean is absolutely huge. Taking water from it is practically unnoticeable. This made me get huge. Like, real huge. I resurfaced above the water, appearing right before the water vessel. Its bowsprit poked me right in the knee, but the crew was already and high alert by the time they heard something in the water. Oh! Their faces, their fear... Simply delicious. My job was easy. With a large expanded maw, I swallowed up the entire boat in one gulp! Ah I remember it like it was yesterday...that lovely bulge that sunk through my throat and into my belly.

Splashy couldn't contain his giggles and snickers any longer. He let it out, only stopping when there appeared to be abrupt movement in his belly, forcing a grumble or two out of it.

"Hey, I thought it was quite funny. Plus, you don't have to push so hard. Relax!" He suggested, merely.

"Y-yeah yeah, sure. And you let them go after?" The voice asks another question. The besuru nodded, patting his belly rhythmically.

"Course I did. Though it would've been nice to keep them to myself, I let them go. After that, I couldn't help myself though! So I kept doing it, night after night, any opportunity I could." He continued. His prey jerked around in the dragon's stomach a bit more.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Weeks, probably a month or two by now. I haven't harmed anyone though. At least, not physically. I'm a predator, not a monster!" Splashy insisted, smiling mischievously.

"Alright, that's enough Splashy." Another voice spoke, approaching from the darkness. The besuru looked over, noticing the figure. A lady.

"Oh, Sapphire. Come to take back your work partner? Darn, so this must've been a distraction to keep me from keeping you overnight. Boring move, boring prey. Fine." Splashy complained, standing up. The dragon was already larger than normal, so he stood high over the woman. His stomach bubbled momentarily, before a medium bulge began to rise upward inside his throat until it reached his mouth. Then- Ptooey! Out came Sapphire's partner, Jasper. Covered in wet saliva, he picked himself off the ground, slipping in the process.

"You've had your fun, but now it's time for us to work. You two can play another time." Sapphire offered.

"P-play?! I doubt you'd call getting eaten a game! He tricked me after all..." Jasper cried.

Splashy mere giggled, shaking his shark-like tail behind him. "Don't expect me to stop, either. Y'know, eating people and boats and such. This is merely the beginning!" The big dragon warned, grinning.

#v.ore #soft vore #oc #oc lore #oc vore #vore story #SplashyTheBesuru #custom tags are cute so I'll use em #unwilling vore #unwilling prey #sfw vore #dragon vore

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Since I am in a cardverse mood at the moment how about Yandere! Cardverse America taking an interest in a Queen of another Kingdom? Maybe the Diamond Queen?

I’m getting into some lore on this because the Cardverse is fun but also those outfits. And now I’m going to create a separate post for some more 3 am card verse ramblings.

America was aware that the reason the other kingdoms kept their Queen hidden away was that they were the keys to protecting their lands, lineage, and fabled powers that can grow if they were to marry a foreign King. Depending on the card's powers and who they’re fused together with can dictate which powers can be created in the next generation.

The Queen of Diamonds is a figure that knows how to make amazing financial plans, bulletproof to the point where fiscal failings are non-existence in the Kingdom of Diamonds. King France is protective but not controlling of his capable Queen. The Queen of Diamonds also known as y/n can fight ferociously to defend her territory from other kingdoms that were trying to encroach. The King of Diamonds couldn’t help but admire how terrifying and gorgeous you were in the midst of battle. You left the colorful

Gress is covered in a blanket of red. Make the other kings aware that you’re not interested in entering a united bond with them.

The bonds were the dangerous things that can render you to a fraction of what you were capable of being. This could not be a reversible spell once you were married off to a foreign king. You wouldn’t be able to leave his hand without being accompanied by your king unless you want to risk death or severe or permanent deterioration of your body.

(In short your survival would be 100% dependent upon the king and his territory.)

Something that asshole in glasses was all too aware of.

The King of Clubs was currently fighting with the King of Diamonds entrenched in a battle so it was up to Queen y/n the glimmering Diamond.

Unfortunately for you the King of Spades came prepared to take down the diamond warrior. Just as you were about to land a critical blow to the right side of his skull a barrage of golden yellow Thrush’s zipped by your vision and began to pierce other parts of your body. It caught you off guard and you now have new issues to deal with. The bird's slightly curved beaks manage to scratch your cheeks, arms, and forehead, nearly taking out one of your eyes.

‘This bastard is really starting to piss me off.’

You hop backward to dodge some of the birds tracked onto you and followed you to continue to pierce your flesh. Their beaks were known for causing drowsiness in the citizen in the Cardverse. Y/N was no exception.

The King of Spades narrows his icy blue eyes and fires off his spell with the snap of his fingers. He has his target right where he wants her.

Vines that were sapphire shaded vines that were covered in sharp spades that would give people hallucinogenic visions of whatever he wanted the victim to see. It wasn’t long before the spines found their way into your tender flesh as they ripped through your dresses. The more the plant's toxins seeped into your bloodstream began to cloud your vision with a variety of azure flowers that reeked with his essence.

Cornflowers: a positive hope he wants to have to be by your side always.

Delphinium: representing him and his more wholesome child-like and a possible presentation of his goal to have heirs with you.

Blue Star Flower: It’s obvious why this flower is on the list for he is the epitome of a person with determination, endurance, and strength.

All things that surrounded y/n felt fuzzy? Or smelled like colors? What's this warm feeling in my head? My heart?....

These were some of the musings that fluttered about in Y/N’s head as she drifted off into a different state of consciousness.

Alfred is amused as he watched Y/N’s body begin to go limp as their face blushed and contorted into varying different emotions that were clear attempts to escape the indigo Kraken that had clasped harder onto your form. The spell would begin to rewire your subconscious.

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws america #headingalaxys writes stuff #hws #alfred f jones #headingalaxys #yandere hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hetalia fanfic writers #hetalia fanfiction writers #yandere x reader #yandere america x reader #yandere america #headingalaxys spicy #hetalia cardverse #axis powers ヘタリア #ヘタリア

[iricathel]

"And... I think we've packed everything we need for our honeymoon."

After storing all the essential items in several luggage, including but not limited to enough clothing appropriate for the weather, toiletries independent of the hotels' inventory, itineraries, and other important 'tools,' Ruki heaved a sigh, rolling the belongings into the unit of transportation. The cruise in mind, while offering a beautiful vista of sapphire ahead, would require everything for both his and his wife's liking as they planned on visiting many tourist spots and countries of interest throughout the world teeming with abundant culture immemorial. Nara, Wakayama... Istanbul, Vienna, Madagascar, Seoul, and countless of gems in continents yet unexplored.

"Truth be told, it's been quite some time since I last went on a boat at all. Yet, seeing the ocean somehow puts me at peace. It's much like the nighttime that calms my restless thoughts," said the eldest Mukami with a genuine grin on his visage. "Are you looking forward to this excursion as much as I am, Irina? I do hope so."

When the Owl suggested a cruise for their cherished time together as newlyweds, Ruki internally hesitated at the idea simply because of his familial instinct to prepare everything for his brothers in his absence. Kou, Yuma, and Azusa had never sent him off for a long trip like this by himself, so part of him still somewhat fretted over what they would eat and the overall condition of the Mukami manor as well. However, he no longer had to worry about their ways of life. Going on this grand voyage to new places never yet seen by him, ready for exploration and adventure, honestly thrilled the Vampire, and now he only had one other person to look for on such a journey.

"This will truly be a honeymoon to remember always. In particular, I'm anticipating a thorough sampling of all the different cuisines we'll try away from home. And don't get me started on the books, either. I'm certain we'll find some for our collection that we don't have—but I'm rambling now."

Would they see rare species of wildlife at the safari? Tour the archives of literature at revered, foreign libraries? Indulge in romantic dates? Ironically enough, Ruki found himself having very human thoughts again so far on into his demonic lifespan, all thanks to his beloved. It was in these lighthearted moments that he could forsake the dark weighing on his shoulders and instead accept the light and warmth with Irina at his side as if they were the sun and moon complementing one another on this special expedition across the globe. Wearing his cherished golden puzzle piece bracelet from Valentine's, alongside the irreplaceable wedding ring to signify their unholy matrimony, the eldest Mukami took her hand in his own.

"Well, I'm ready whenever you are, Irina."

— Mm yes, you're right. The sea is quite a natural lullaby in some sense too, hearing its waves hit a surface and drag across the sand is most numbing, if not soothing to the soul. Well as you say, I also looked forward to this trip... Enjoying a trip with the two of us in basically a mobile hotel around the world sounds like a good adventure, not to say that I am excited about the idea of being able to record memories together in unique situations. —

Responding from time to time to the dialogue offered by her husband, Irina was preparing herself while the man packed their suitcase. With a wooden brush in hand, the blonde woman was defining the shape of her golden ringlets to keep her hair very presentable. And as final touches, she finished shaping her eyebrows with a colored brush and curling her eyelashes with black mascara, as well as giving her lips a nude color.

— Ah of course, fast as always to get ready. — She joked feeling how the golden bracelets were hooked together to show their union, as well as the resplendent wedding ring that was reunited with its mate.

Giving a firm squeeze to her hold as she laced her fingers together, Irina reached up to plant an affectionate kiss on the vampire's jaw. — Actually, I'm ready too. We can already take all our things and go to the port to get on our cruise ship. —

Making sure that everything was at hand, Irina took two cruise tickets out of one of her dresser drawers and then put them in her bag.

Images with fantastic ideas of how they could spend their time together invaded her mind as they made their way to the place. Private Jacuzzi where they could relax, including saunas, swimming pools, their spacious deluxe room where they could shelter from people to rest... In addition to different activities that can be done on the cruise while they do not reach the mainland.

— My, I can't wait to make some new photos together to make a beautiful and big photo album for both of us. It would be a joy to have those memories of our family at hand, don't you think, dear? —

#((AW SHIT IT'S HERE)) #((LATE BUT IT'S HERE 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️)) #rp interaction #rukina #irina avenel #ruki mukami