#the ruby sea scenery

[papiliotao]

꒰ 𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆 ✩࿐

pairings: kazuha, wanderer, and xiao x gn!reader (separate)

content: fluff, mutual pining, cuddling in kazu and scara's, a bit of a confession in kazuha’s, tranquil beach scenery with kazu, scara is in his wanderer era, you travel with the wanderer, watching fireworks with xiao

summary: under the cover of an enchanting night, romance blossoms.

a/n: i love mutual pining. also, the idea of xiao and scara being soft towards only the reader makes me melt. anyway, i hope you enjoy reading!

Tonight, waves lap at the shore, ebbing and flowing in a steady rhythm, creating a repetitive beat — a baseline for nature’s songs. The sea reflects the darkening skies above, displays of vivid blue and violet lined with subtle shades of rose gold. Sand shifts as you walk barefoot along the shoreline with your closest friend, each grain absorbing the remnants of daytime warmth.

“KAZUHA, hurry up!” you yell, rushing ahead despite the resistance of the miniature dunes beneath you. Playful giggles fill the air as you run and Kazuha chases after you, trying his best to ensure that you remain within his sight.

“Ah, wait!” he calls back, following after you.

Although your legs carry you far, you eventually begin to pant, and your body feels far too heavy to continue on. In a single motion, you dramatically fall to the ground, thankful for the sand below acting as padding. You crash, but fortunately, you’re not injured.

Seconds later, Kazuha catches up. He stands above you, gazing down at your breathless face and smiling softly. Embers of adoration ignite in crimson eyes reminiscent of autumn leaves, burning brightly as he offers a hand to you.

“Are you alright?” he asks, grabbing one of your hands firmly. In one swift motion, he pulls you to your feet, and you nod.

“I’m fine,” you manage to say between gasps for air. You’re still tired, and you suppose you should have conserved some energy instead of attempting to run at the speed of light. However, you know you’ll recover eventually.

Kazuha stares at you for a second, irises mirroring shades of sunset flickering over your each and every feature before he shakes his head.

“You look like you need a rest,” he tells you.

He sits down on the sand and pats the spot next to him, gesturing for you to take a seat next to him. You do as he instructs, and soon enough, you find yourself on the ground beside Kazuha, your shoulders nearly touching.

You glance over at him, admiring the way his snow white hair, highlighted by the dying crepuscule, billows in the sea breeze. Autumnal pools of molten rubies fill with small flecks of gold as he keeps his gaze fixated upon the tranquil sea before you. But nothing rivals the smile that comes to adorn his features — full of wonder, an encapsulation of the sun’s brilliance and the moon’s serenity.

Ethereal. That’s the word that comes to mind while you stare at the beautiful boy next to you, and yet, you fear it’s still not enough to describe him.

He’s perfect. His allure rivals that of the panoramic scenery before you.

You wish you could stay in the moment forever — or at the very least, permanently etch every last detail of today into your memory.

Soon enough, the last threads of warmth are pulled from the earth with the disappearance of the sun, and a chill begins to radiate as the cold light of the moon overtakes the sky. Every hint of marigold, coral, and canary completely vanishes. In their place, a deeper midnight blue ebbs into the heavens. As the wind passes by, you feel a slight shiver run down your spine.

And your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you cold, my dearest?” Kazuha asks you.

The term of endearment causes a warmth to rise to your cheeks. Although affectionate words aren’t rare with Kazuha, your friend is making it sound as though the two of you are a couple.

However, your embarrassment fades as another gust of glacial fervor drifts by to steal the heat from your face, you force yourself to nod. You know that even if you lie, Kazuha will be able to see right through you. You’ve been friends for a while now, and given Kazuha’s attunement to nature, it’s nearly impossible to deceive him.

The wandering samurai wraps an arm around you, igniting a warmth akin to the caress of golden sunrays. His embrace is so warm… so comforting…

You feel your eyelids becoming heavy, and your head involuntarily falls to Kazuha’s shoulder. Slumber begins to overtake you. Tendrils of tantalization pull you deeper into a realm of oneiric euphoria, blurring out the waking world in the process.

But through it all, thoughts of the boy beside you, the one who embodies transient autumns in both looks in personality, never leave your mind.

Just as you feel yourself falling into a plane of enchanting fantasies, you hear six soft words spoken in tandem, whispered by a voice more delicate than the marine zephyrs surrounding you.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Wow, you’re really bad at this,” the WANDERER huffs. “At this rate, we’ll freeze to death.”

You can feel the Wanderer’s indigo gaze, a flawless mimic of the night sky, piercing into the depths of your soul, scrutinizing your every move. At the moment, the only illumination is provided by phantasmagoric stars dotting a canvas of murky navy and violet, but it seems to be enough for him to make out your silhouette against the surrounding shadows.

You sigh, tangible frustration permeating the otherwise serene evening air as you exhale.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I guess I’m just tired or something.”

For a few seconds, a defeaning silence fills the atmosphere, transforming the ambience into one of awkwardness.

And then you feel the Wanderer sit down beside you.

“Whatever,” he mutters. “You’re clearly exhausted and in no state to be starting a fire.” For some reason, his tone of voice is far less pointed than usual, changing from an embodiment of everwinter storms to something more akin to a honeyed warmth — a tranquil portrait of summer’s joys.

You open your mouth to apologize again, but before you can speak, you hear grass rustling as the Wanderer stands up. Your gaze follows his barely-visible figure as he walks a short distance from where you’re sitting back to the small tent you set up earlier. He rummages around for a second before returning and draping a blanket around your shoulders.

“Don’t bother thanking me,” he says, sitting back down next to you.

Your traveling companion looks up at the star-speckled sky, and you swear you can see galaxies full of vibrant magenta and ocean blue reflected in his irises.

“Aren’t you cold too?” you ask, breaking the fragile, short-lived silence into fragments with words that echo in the midnight air, seemingly amplified in the midst of a peaceful moment.

The Wanderer simply shakes his head in response.

“There’s no need to worry about me,” he says.

And yet you still can’t help but feel guilty. You’re nice and cozy underneath the protection of a velvety blanket, safe from the frigid fingers of encroaching night. Meanwhile, the Wanderer is left to fend for himself.

What if you just share the blanket?

The idea is certainly tempting, but you’re a little too scared to follow through with it. Throughout your time with the Wanderer, you’ve gotten the feeling that he’s rather unfond of touch. After all, with his snarky attitude and unfriendly demeanor, he’s the antithesis of a cuddly person.

However, as you shift to sit in a more comfortable position, your fingers accidentally brush against his, causing you to flinch.

He’s cold. Incredibly cold.

And yet not a shiver runs down his spine.

Is he pretending to be alright for your sake?

The mere thought is enough to send another wave of warmth through your body, and suddenly, you feel less alone in the midst of enigmatic darkness. You realize that although he doesn’t outright show it, the Wanderer cares about you. Your heart flutters with the delicacy of a butterfly’s iridescent wings.

“You’re looking out for me,” you whisper under your breath. A small smile dances across your lips, and you decide to take a risk, jumping off a ledge of certainty and into an abyss filled with unknown feelings and fragile bonds.

With one swift movement, you take the end of the blanket closer to the Wanderer and wrap it around his shoulders. Now you’re sharing, and you can feel him pressing up against you. You swear you can feel the tempo of your heartbeat intensifying, each thump resounding in rapid succession.

To your surprise, the Wanderer doesn’t try to push you away. Instead, he scoots towards you.

“You don’t mind this?” you ask him, anticipating his response with bated breath.

For a second, silence fills the night, sending your mind into a polarizing frenzy and your heart into a panic. However, when the Wanderer speaks, you feel the tension leave your body.

“I don’t…” he starts, pausing briefly to consider his next words. Perhaps the surrounding darkness gives him courage, or perhaps he simply can’t suppress his feelings anymore because his next words are entirely unexpected, “but only because it’s you.”

Petals of red and gold bloom into voids of darkness, illuminating endless night in a display of phosphorescent flowers. But the sky isn’t the only thing that undergoes a stunning metamorphosis due to the luminous grace of the fireworks painting the shadows. In the edges of your vision, borders frayed from staring at the breathtaking sight before you for far too long, you catch an spark blaze alight within the honeyed amber of XIAO’s eyes. A subtle smile graces his features.

It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there.

You turn your attention to the beautiful boy beside you, absolutely captivated by the grin adorning his face. Displays of happiness from Xiao are rare, occurrences rivaling the convergence of sun and moon — a total eclipse. Your heart beats erratically, creating an exhilarating backing for a nocturne composed of the crackling of fireworks.

“You’re smiling,” you whisper.

Xiao grunts dismissively.

“Nonsense,” he says, wiping all traces of childish wonder and carefree bliss from his face. “The foolish antics of humans mean nothing to the Adepti.”

You feel the corners of your lips turn down. It’s almost like Xiao’s mood is infectious at the moment. When he’s smiling, you’re smiling, and when the euphoria fades from his expression, a certain lightness seems to vanish from the atmosphere.

“Oh, I see.” Your voice comes out meek, dulled by the immense disappointment filling your heart.

You want nothing more than to see Xiao happy. Throughout your time together, you’ve grown to care about him — admittedly a little bit more than platonically — and yet despite your concerns, you feel like Xiao doesn’t share the same sentiments. Xiao doesn’t quite care about his joy as much as you do. He’s far more content with protecting you, and although his actions never fail to cause giddiness to overwhelm you, you can’t help but want to see him smile for once.

Perhaps he’s scared of shattering the cold and distant image he’s crafted, despite the fact that you already know it’s all a fragile illusion formed from jagged shards of the most delicate crystal. Deep down, you know Xiao is caring and warm, akin to a flawless summer day, complete with golden rays of sunlight beaming down at you and a honeyed caress.

It seems that Xiao has noticed the negativity radiating off of you because as you avert your gaze, staring at the wooden floor of Wangshu Inn’s balcony, you hear Xiao’s voice once again.

“Wait,” he interjects, cutting through the thick silence with a singular pointed word, sharper than a dagger constructed from the toughest of diamonds. “I… should explain myself,” he mumbles.

Although you look up once more to make eye contact with Xiao, you’re unsuccessful. Now he’s the one avoiding your stare, and he looks nothing short of endearingly shy. Gilded lamplight illuminates his features, making the sunset blush dawning on his cheeks all the more apparent to you.

“I wasn’t…” Xiao manages before pausing once more. “I wasn’t only smiling because of the fireworks,” he forces himself to say.

His words pique your interest. Although the rest of the night is exceptionally beautiful, the various acrylic hues burgeoning across a canvas painted a dark obsidian shade are the most noteworthy sights of the evening. When you try to think of anything that even closely parallels their beauty, nothing comes to mind.

“I felt at peace,” he says, his voice softening, “because you were beside me.”

You inhale sharply. The air feels far too electrifying at the moment, shocking you with an unexpected elation. You didn’t expect Xiao to be so forward, and yet, here he is, more or less telling you how much you mean to him. Many words remain unspoken, but you already know Xiao well enough to understand the weight of that one sentence.

As you glance over to the adeptus once more, a grin dances across your face. Aureate galaxies meet your gaze, sparkling with the subtlest hints of adoration.

The blush across Xiao’s cheeks only intensifies as the corners of his lips turn up once again in a shy smile.

It’s luminous. His expression, a true embodiment of equanimity and contentment, turns even the most breathtaking of fireworks more vibrant and the brightest of stars more radiant.

It’s at that moment that an epiphany strikes.

Contrary to what you had believed just moments prior, there’s one thing that rivals the stunning nature of the rainbow-infused pyrotechnics before you: the soft grin adorning Xiao’s features, accentuating each part of his face with a light brighter than that of an imploding supernova.

thank you for reading! i have a few more drafts that are close to finished, so i might post again soon (no promises though because i tend to procrastinate on my writing).

#r.archives *ೃ༄ #favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #wanderer x reader #kazuha fluff #scaramouche fluff #xiao fluff

[lowkeyed1]

Willow Month 2023: Day 3 - Favorite Episode This is a tough call for me, because it's very close. I love Episode 7: Across the Shattered Sea because it has so much gorgeous character development for everyone and so much beautiful scenery, but Episode 4: Whispers of Nockmaar just barely shades it. I think it's the whump. This ep is basically 45 minutes of whumping on poor Graydon and.... he suffers beautifully.

This poor kid starts off the ep infected with dark magic. He and the group both know it will eventually corrupt his entire system, cause him to become possessed and try to kill everyone, and they will have to kill him. And they spend the first part of the episode chaining him up and not doing anything about it, except Elora comforting him.

They finally decide to do something and this leads to him restrained even more, splayed out on some kind of bench. He spends a lot of time writhing and moaning in pain. They tear his shirt open while he gasps, exposing horrific scarring he feels deeply ashamed of and doesn't want to talk about, while he sweats and groans even more.

Then they throw a bucket of liquid on him while he writhes around some more and it's obviously painful and I should probably just acknowledge it's not just the whump I love in this episode? They did NOT have to make this whole thing so BDSM but they really did, god bless them. Plus lovely grace notes in the script referring to him being ravaged and also reamed -_-

ANYWAY we go on from here to his having hallucinations about his painful past, then the possession really starts to set in and he gets aggressive, then starts talking in the voices of loved ones to scare and distract people. Then we have a break in the action and when we get back to Graydon...

well. all right then. Spoiler, he's fully possessed here but acting like he's not. You can tell because they flat-ironed his hair! Lol, but also he's uncharacteristically comfortable with his exposed flesh and touching other people which seems like a nice, subtle hint.

Trust me, Graydon in his right mind is never leaving that many buttons unbuttoned. He leads Elora up to the tower so he can complete the banishment ritual Bavmorda was trying to do to baby Elora at the end of the movie, but then everyone else shows up and he gets whumped on some more...

Literally I would die, as an actor, if I had Erin and Ruby holding me down and Amar crawling on top of me and pretending to pummel me but like. That's the biz, I guess?

At any rate, Kit convinces Elora that she is magic enough to fix this, so she goes and almost-but-not-quite kisses him (she does call it a kiss later) and sucks the evil out of him. He tells her he never doubted her, and the boy is clearly smitten after that

Unfortunately, Elora had a vision of him shoving his brother out of a tree when he was possessed as a child and feels like he might be sketchy. So he's giving her a big smitten smile when they leave....

(credit to willowgifsdaily for this gif)

...but that smile starts to falter bc she's giving him this look in return, yikes

Anyway, that was good wholesome fun for the whole family and kudos to Disney+ for realizing they needed to put in a bondage-themed whumpfest to really sell me on the show! And kudos once again to my boy Tony Revolori, who sells every inch of this episode just amazingly. The emotional range is all over the place and there's no part where he falters in just performing the absolute shit out of this one. This episode changed my brain chemistry forever, I think. And that is why Whispers of Nockmaar is my favorite episode of WIllow! Send help!

#willowmonth2023 #willow series #willow 2022 #graydon hastur #whispers of nockmaar #save willow #posts where i make my kinks obvious #but tbh i feel like probably it was already obvious XD #whump

[windup-dragoon]

FFXIVwrite 2023

Prompt - Fish out of Water A person away from his or her usual environment or activities

Content Warning: Mention of Pregnancy, Endwalker MSQ

Word Count: 1549

Set during the months between finding a new route to the void, Kiri asks that Zero and Estinien accompany her to Doma to pay Hien a visit. Although out of place, Zero is never too far away from Kiri.

Zero was truly a fish out of water if there had ever been one. From Radz-at-han, Garlemald, and to the warm climate of Doma, all an exciting, if not exhausting new experience.

She could manage well enough with her fellows beside her, namely Kiri who could talk her way out of a paper bag with a laugh and a charming smile. Estinien too was never far behind, mindfully watching Kiri throughout the months they spent together. With them, Zero felt it a little easier to breathe. They never expected her to be anything else but herself.

This week, in-between talks of how best to reach the 13th again, they were given pardon to a little field trip of sorts. A short visit to Doma at Kiri’s request which no one seemed inclined to deny. Vrtra would stay at Radz-at-han in case news developed in the meantime, the trio sailing for Doma the next morning.

“You are attuned to the aetheryte in Doma, are you not?” Zero asked abruptly as they filed off one ship in Kugane only to greet another, smaller, boat to take them further. “Surely you could have gone ahead.”

“Aye,” Estinien, hauling a small bag of goods, climbed the boat first before offering a hand to the warrior of light.

Kiri accepted happily, a smile brightly painted on her face as she gave Estinien a pat on the cheek. “And miss this sorta attention? Never.”

Since having met her in person, away from the shadow of Zenos, Zero had noticed a change in the silver haired woman. Always smiling, always a hand close to her stomach. She had begun to wonder if the food at Radz-at-han was simply too rich for Kiri. Excessive eating of, albeit delicious, food would certainly have an effect.

But when Zero thought to bring it up, Kiri would simply smile and hum with her melodious laughter.

“Truthfully,” Kiri began once they had taken off from port, her hand gliding on the water's surface. “Using the crystal to travel upsets my stomach.” She gave a soft pat of her belly, looking dreamily out at the Ruby sea. “And the fresh air is nice, ain’t it?”

From the Ruby Sea to a small village named Namai, the trio traveled with light, idle banter. Estinien and Zero would clear the path of monsters or the ilk while Kiri diverted their attention to point out flora she liked or to show Zero tiger cubs watching them from the brush malms away. The scenery itself was colorful to Zero’s eyes, different from Radz-at-han certainly, but still appealing. Now only if they serve spicy curry…

At Namai they were greeted by a woman, Yugiri, who seemed well acquainted with Kiri. Small of stature but strong of presence. Politely she introduced herself and in typical Zero custom, a tilt of her hat was given in return.

“I apologize on behalf of Lord Hien,” Yugiri started once they were on their way again. “He is otherwise occupied in a meeting with G'raha Tia at the moment.”

“G'raha?” It was in unison that Kiri and Estinien replied, making Zero look them over curiously.

“It was at Lord Hien’s request that they meet.” Yugiri continued, a small smile on her lips. “He was eager to meet the famed G'raha Tia that you speak so fondly of.”

Kiri and Yugiri shared a light chuckle that had Zero feeling as though she missed some context. Partly she wondered what tales Kiri had told them of G'raha, and partly wondered if Kiri spoke of her as well.

Kiri had a way about her storytelling that always felt like a vivid dream. Zero found herself wanting to hear everything about Kiri; especially the stories where she could hardly speak without breaking into a rumbling fit of laughter. Did she weave stories about their time together as well? Nothing funny particularly stood out in Zero’s mind, but deep down, in some unknowable place in her heart, she hoped Kiri told extravagant stories of their shared experiences. For what purpose she did not yet understand, only that she hoped Kiri’s face lit up for her the way it did for everyone else.

Reaching Doma wasn’t particularly interesting for Zero. She silently took in the landscape, recognizing acts of war that had ravaged it with a heavy heart. But yet the villagers of Namai had been in high spirits, working toward a brighter future. And the enclave was no different. Children raced down the streets while adults went about their daily chores, turning to smile as they made their entrance from the pier.

There was hope to be seen in these faces. War wasn’t eternal to them, not like the conflict that made the void so dreadful. Would she one day know this feeling? Or hear children laughing while playing in patches of warm sunlight? Was there hope for the 13th?

“Kiri!” A voice intruded on Zero’s thoughts as two men emerged from the manor before them. G'raha tagged along behind the first, giving Zero and Estinien a brief wave.

“Oi, havin’ friends over without me, eh?” Kiri laughed. The man, while practicing an air of sophisticated calm, practically raced up to the group and indulged himself in lifting Kiri off the ground in an embrace.

Together they danced, laughing and teasing each other with small, fluttering kisses on the cheek. Zero, much like Estinien, turned away as if she were the one intruding on their personal time.

This was the man that Kiri spoke so frequently about, Hien. Zero recognized him from countless descriptions she had been told as she and Kiri ate bowls of curry in Radz-at-han. Seeing them together now only made it easier to see why Kiri enjoyed talking about him. Like watching sunlight on a summer afternoon. They felt bright and warm.

Hien put Kiri back on her feet before kneeling, his hands carefully placed on her rounded stomach. Zero cocked a brow, again feeling as though she shouldn’t be watching.

“Hello to you too, little one. I’ve missed you both.” He spoke so softly Zero thought perhaps she misheard him.

To Estinien, Yugiri, and G'raha, Zero turned, head tilted slightly. “She is with child?”

The group exchanged a wide eyed look, Yugiri being the first to smile before the men. “Yes she is.”

G'raha cleared his throat, attempting his best effort not to laugh. “Her stomach wasn’t nearly so round when she first met you, was it?”

Zero shuffled in place, crossing her arms as she gave it some thought. “…The food at Radz-at-han is very amenable… And she is never far from a plate of fruits…”

At this Estinien howled and G'raha choked on laughter.

“What? It isn’t too abstract to believe, is it?”

Yugiri gently placed a hand on Zero’s shoulder, smiling in a similar manner as Kiri would have. “You’re absolutely right about that. If there is one thing Kirishimi loves, it’s good food.”

“What’s this ‘bout food?” Practically deserting Hien where he stood, Kiri eagerly stepped closer to her fellows. She wore the look of a cat who had heard the dinner bell. 

A light flutter of laughter echoed amongst the party while Zero steadied her attention to Kiri. She truly was a fish out of water. When you exist in a world without reason to celebrate such things as new life, a world that had no use for newborn children, what then did one do in such circumstances? 

In any other situation, Zero would approach Kiri about it, asking for clarification of customs. One should be happy to hear the news of a child, right? Perhaps say something pleasant, like … good job? You did well? None seemed to suffice, at least not in her mind. 

Briefly she wondered about her own mother, and all the other mothers and newborn children that existed in her world before it was torn apart. Before darkness swallowed any sort of happiness or joy. A heaviness filled her chest as the thought expanded. How warm had her mothers embrace been? Was this what it meant to trust and love someone? The trust one held for their mother, the very reason for her existence. 

“Zero?” Kiri’s voice chimed like a bell beside her, drawing her away from the bitterness that tightened her throat. The Warrior of Light had moved closer, her head tilted in her typical curious fashion. “Everythin’ alright?” 

Everyone else had started a new conversation, a discussion of a planned dinner, of course. But for once, Kiri hadn’t been a part of it. Zero looked away, crossing her arms again. “..What does one say when you are happy for them?” 

Kiri blinked in response. “What’cha mean?” 

“To you. I want to say I am happy for you but I don’t know how to express it. Certainly there is a custom for this, right?” Zero never met Kiri’s eyes as she spoke, but the gentle hum of a laugh was more than enough for her. 

“Ohhh.” Her laughter grew, bright and contagious as always. “Oh Zero, you can say ‘Congratulations!’ Or just sayin’ yer happy for me is more than enough.” 

Before Zero could repeat the chosen word, a pair of arms wrapped around her. She stammered a hushed ‘congratulations’ before pulling at the brim of her hat. 

“Thank you, Zero.”

#|| Untold Stories #ffxiv #ffxivwrite #hien rijin #hien x wol #zero ffxiv #estinien varlineau #yugiri mistwalker #cw - pregnancy #HI I LOVE ZERO A NORMAL AMOUNT SHE'S SO CUTE #kiri will hug zero forever and ever

[masterobiwan279]

The Ball

Summary: This was inspired by the ball scene in Labyrinth.

Pairings: Morpheus x Fem!Reader

Dream of the Endless, King of dreams and nightmares, Kai’ckul, Morpheus. The titles he had held for eons hung at the tips of his fingers like a master puppeteer. For a long time he had grown rather fondly of humanity, they had their moments within his long life that he reflected on their kindness.

In the waters of dreaming he often found himself lazily walking through the dreams and nightmares of said humans. He would pass amongst the shadows always watching, he was particularly interested in some of the children he would come upon. Their simplicity in their most inner wanting’s always brought a sense of clarity. Granted he had never shown himself to any of them he would go on about slipping through crowds of people to blistering blizzards.

One day, he found himself in the dream of a woman who stood a few feet away from him watching the sunset over a bright blue sea. He watched her sigh in awe at the beauty he had created, the peace and tranquility she had been craving he had delivered. With his cold exterior droving in waves to anyone who comes close to him he has brought much joy to the humans he was waiting of. He brought hope to those that had longed it in the waking moment even for a moment but they received their salvation.

The woman took a few steps closer to the water and he observed the way her foot would dip then quickly shift back up then plunge back in. As he stood there marveling at the sight a soft melody had been carried by a soft breeze, the King of Dreams craned his neck upward in search for the sound. He stepped away from the sand back into the clear waters of the dreaming when he heard it once more.

“ there’s such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel”

He turned back and followed the melody for a few more steps until he came across the border of a dream except it was, different.

“ there’s such a fooled heart

Beatin’ so fast

In search of new dreams “

As he entered the scenery he found himself in had transported him to a different time. The ballroom was the size of an entire human football field filled with hundreds of men and women. Their ballgowns were overflowing with dark colors, their features covered by demonic looking masks. Grand arches coveted the ceiling along with twinkling balls of diamonds, the air filled with glittering bubbles. The walls adorned with oil paintings of various disasters or horrid creatures.

He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or a nightmare but it had piqued his interest and so with his sand he materialized his own mask. The dance floor circled around with couples who giggled almost maniacally but the music continued to flow over them. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for as he avoided the strangers around him but he sure didn’t expect you.

You were surrounded by those dreaming creatures who laughed and shouted at you. Morpheus scanned you from the top of your head to the bottom of your white and silver dress. The corset was etched with silver intricate carvings depicting an epic battle and then it flowed out in beautiful white waves. White roses carefully sowed onto your hem and your dark hair filled with flowers and jewels that seemed to sparkle. Your eyelids covered in starlike powder and your lips as red as blood red rubies.

The dream lords breath had hitched momentarily as you locked your teary eyes with the ice blue of his own. You who were on the verge of tears lept from where you stood and began your descent into his arms. He swept you away into the dancing crowd holding your gaze as you twirled every which way. Your body filled with a warmth you had never felt before, his eyes raked over you with such intensity it felt as if you would fall through the floor at any moment.

“Wasn’t too much fun at all

But I’ll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down”

The music began to grow louder the closer they both of you got, his chest touched yours and his icy breath fanned across your skin. His fingers slowly traveled up from your waist to the bare of your back, you gasped lightly gripping his hand as he ran feathering touches. The entire ordeal felt unreal, this man who clung to you and spun you around and certainly had the cosmos in his eyes could not possibly be real.

Yet as leaned forward brushing his lips against your cheek did you feel the sensation of where he kissed you tingle with anticipation. He held you now having stopped completely in the middle of the dance floor but none paid you any mind. You could feel his hands wonder down to your waist and up your bare arms.

“This—this can’t—you can’t be real.” You could hear your voice quiver and cursed yourself mentally for stopping his movements, “I—“

“It does not matter.” His voice sent shivers up your spine, you could feel the little hairs in the back of your neck stand at attention, it melted you from the inside and poured its molten honey between your legs, “If this is real or not has no meaning only what we do now.”

The man’s lips were impossibly close and at this point you wished you could see the rest of his features but his dark mask only allowed for his perfect lips and dark eyes. His hair black as coal stuck from every direction but you paid no matter to it, you found yourself liking the way it looked and imagined yourself running your hands through it.

You felt your eyes flutter shut as your lips finally touched, your body felt on fire, it’s as if the universe itself had waited for this moment. His hands tightened their hold on you bringing you impossibly closer. Your lips meshed perfectly moving in sync and you allowed yourself to grip at the root of his hair rather harshly. He tensed for a moment before he—

“Good morning Vietnam!” You gasp loudly flinching upwards in bed, the sound of music no longer greeted you but only a confused roommate, “You okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” She held a small cupcake in her hand and a make shift hat with the words ‘Happy B Day’ messily sprawled across it.

“I—,” your mouth opened slightly on the verge of asking where the ball went or if she had seen that masked stranger and at the thought of him it was as if you could feel his lips against yours all over again. The urge of wanting to see him seeped deep within your bones but you stilled once more, cleared your throat and smiled, “It was just a dream.”

#Spotify #Morpheus x Fem!Reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman #Morpheus / Dream x Fem!Reader #dream of the endless x you #Morpheus x you #dream x you #the sandman Netflix #dream x y/n #Morpheus x Y/N #dream / Morpheus x Fem!Reader #x Fem!Reader #the dreaming #the endless #neil gaiman #dream #x reader #Morpheus #dc #labyrinth

[woaddragoon-nadya]

Calling it for the...night

It is 5am so really calling it for the morning. All a matter of perspective

I am in love with Stormblood thus far. Below will be personal ramblings about why so that I have something to reflect on when I finish it. Obviously spoilers below, for Heavensward and up to the Ruby Sea in Stormblood

I find Lyse to be a really compelling character, and she's been one of my favorite scions from the very beginning. Getting to follow her is really awesome.

I love the dynamic of the crew. It contrasts STARKLY with the Heavensward group.

In HW we had Estinien (emo), Ysayle (emo), and Alphinaud (at the time emo). It was such a shift from the dramatic, yet lighthearted, tone of ARR. I came to really love and care for those characters, but literally everyone in the group being cold or depressed meant it took a very long time to latch on to any of them.

In SB, we have a larger rotating group so there can be characters who aren't drowning emotionally. Lyse is deeply emotionally invested, but she's also a hot head blonde with a good sense of humor. Alphinaud is no longer pretending to be totally mature and is relearning his dynamic with his sister, leading to him being roasted constantly. Alisaie is the emo of the group, but she still pokes fun at her brother and remains the logical planner.

NPCs have been totally awesome. I won't spoil anything for SB but I just find even minor NPCs to be well written and fun. In HW, I cared about the main crew, but anybody else I just didn't get attached to. I'll say Artoirel was probably the exception to that. I didn't even really have particular feelings about Aymeric until almost the very end of HW.

In SB? Gosetsu had me laughing within the first 30 seconds of his introduction. Shell Fella (cannot remember his name) I immediately vibed with. Tansui's VA had me interested in his first couple lines. Every character in Rhalgar's reach tugged on my heartstrings, especially Meffrid and M'naggo.

Some of this I think is I was sort of going through a mental health dip when I started HW, so that definitely impacted how much I enjoyed it. I might go through New Game+ and see if maybe I'd like it more now.

The final comment is the scenery. After slogging through the dullness of Coerthas and Ishgard, the sudden brightness of Kugane was such a moodlift. Things are detailed and colorful, generally a joy to look at. i think Rhalgar's Reach also suffered a little bit from it's dullness, but I prefer Ul'dah yellow dull to Ishgard gray dull, y'know? Not to totally shit on HW, because there are certain areas that are totally beautiful. They just weren't the areas I spent hours in for MSQ. I think the best parts of MSQ took place in the worst scenery, and vice versa the best scenery had either really short or dull MSQ. (Why did we have to do the Floating Islands, one of the coolest areas of HW, with Emmalaine's stupid annoying ass? ;( )

Anyway, I did end up enjoying Heavensward in the end despite all that. Which only makes me enjoying Stormblood off the bat way more exciting.

The Girlboss crew + Alphinaud.

#ffxiv #nadya hollow #Stormblood spoilers #Heavensward spoilers

[iiratix]

Tog

Female reader x various charakter not romantic

Reader's enryu's kid he created her

If I'm not wrong he created hwaryun before

People doesn't know she's enryu's kid

There's a hard battle going on or maybe a war

Many jahad's knight already there to join the battle and other 10 family's knight join too

Fug is there with the other regular

many of them are tired because they use a lot of energy to fight the enemies some of them can't continue the very difficult fight their opponent is very strong, the fighters who come from 10 families and jahad have very great strength the designer plan really hard to think of a plan they should make. and when in a moment of urgency the reader uses all her strength to fight them she makes red rain like her father did

and she created a powerful monster with shinsoo (she didn't use her powers before because she was afraid that her powers would attract people's attention and might put her in danger but because in a very critical time she used her powers)

She was separated from her father because Enryu asked her to climb the tower before the reader left to climb the tower. Enryu advised the reader to use her great strength in critical situations. after the reader uses her power everyone is stunned she makes a shield around her friend so her friends doesn't get hit by a strong attack, her friends help her to defeat the enemies

After that battle/war she faint and fall down after use her whole power she tired and she need to rest she really miss her father but maybe after she and her friends react the top of the tower and defeating jahad and maybe the other head family they might meet again she really hopes for it

😭🗿💧 its sad because how much I imagine the reader because she really miss her father

Your writing is really good I like it ✨

[Hilise fans🌺]

A Favorable Child

Where Y/n is Enryu's favorite child, who is told to follow the rebels who will overthrow the king from his throne.

Tower of God—A place filled with wonder and slaughter.  Where you may find a lot of bloodshed on every floor.  There is no such thing as eternal peace.  Troubles lie ahead, a path blocked by a cruel destiny. Those who are destined to be the fresh breeze of this tower, lead people to the truth.  People created for heaven's sake. Ironically, those who live outside the tower have been bestowed to such fate. 

Somewhere, out there, whereas the world kept revolting by each passing second. The way the sea flows by, waves crashing throughout the end of the land. Quite a wondrous scenery one can say, yet — There stood by, two figures, standing idly looking up towards the hues of orange and pink, that shade across the vast sky. 

"Father." A voice that unfairly, sounds melodious and soft, a mixture of timidity and innocence were evident by the voice. 

Following pursuit, a figure of a man with bright red eyes stared ahead at the smaller form. The so-called father smiled at her figure, hands resting on them, giving a light pat of affection. The interaction between the two of them was quite touching, enough to make one think that this wasn't Enryu's characteristic at all.

"Is there anything you need?" In an immediate response, she shook her head to the side indicating there was nothing he wanted.

Y/n, one of Enryu's creations dedicated to himself. She had the appearance of his figure, ruby ​​red eyes that glowed under the darkness, wavy red eyes and red silk that often roamed in the windwind. 

She is, in fact, an exact replica of himself.

The strongest Ranker, Ranked 2 ranker, who caused chaos in one particular floor, was secretly the father of his own creation. It often seemed like he was trying to take advantage of her, but it was quite the opposite. If possible, he wanted her to decide her own destiny. He didn't want her to follow his orders like an empty doll.

To him, she was much more than a creation. She was his own daughter, someone who had accompanied him all this time. Become the pillar of his remaining sanity. Which made him choose a much safer trip and trip.  However, he was sure that day would come, and his own daughter would help them.

"My daughter."  He knelt down to reach her current height, both bloodshot eyes staring straight ahead at each other, filled with the danger that lay ahead.  "When the time comes, I will leave you." The mention left him with a bitter taste on his tongue, but if there was anything he really knew about his daughter...

"I see." How understanding she was most of the time. And it scared him — it's scary how easy she might've taken advantage of. Especially if she keeps up with such personalities. But perhaps, with experience, she'll learn because that's one or the most effective thing. 

"However, that doesn't mean I'm abandoning you. Except, I have something for you, a task only you can do.” Y/n looked at him expectantly, that gaze received a faint laugh from his lips. Of course, Enryu had his own pride when it came to his daughter, the fact that she was precious and adorable often escaped his lips.

"Climb up the tower." That, it wasn't something she expected. She furrowed her brows, staring at her father who was observing the expression on her face.

"Didn't you leave because you said the king there was ugly, smelly, and disgusting?" Enryu snorted, hearing that leave her lips. Ah, how could he forget how long he had thrown away that pitiful tower and the ruler who benefited from the tyrant's role.

“I guess that's what I said earlier but…” He wrapped his arms around her hips, before lifting her up, causing a burst of laughter that came from his pool of happiness. “Some changes are coming soon, and I hope you will be part of that journey.”

"You won't be there for me?"

"I won't be there for you."

Sweet, the interaction between the two of them where they rely on each other in their lives. After all, the parent-child bond is something that is quite difficult to break no matter what you do. Whether you are deceiving a child or even deceiving a parent, true families will pass on their trust and confidence to others. That's how the two managed to fulfill their life together.

"Father, will I be okay on my own?"  Enryu looked at his daughter, before putting her down on the ground once more, his rough hand reaching out to hold hers. "You'll be fine. Otherwise, I'll turn the Tower upside down and name it Devil's Tower." The things he was willing to do for her safety were unavoidable.

"As for your strength..." He gently held her hand, walking side by side with her. "Never use it unless necessary or you are in potentially critical danger." Enryu turned the two of them around, arriving at a field of blooming flowers.

"Why?"  Hearing that question made Enryu grumble about the reason.

"That impudent king will try to take advantage of you." Y/n giggled as her father taunted Zahard for the umpteenth time.

"Promise me, okay?"

"Hm! I promise!"

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Y/n looked up at the sky, a sky that was far more fake than the sky she was used to seeing. Day and night is a mechanism. Memories of their promise and childhood ran through her mind. How long? 10 years? 20 years? She couldn't count how long she had been separated from her father.

This brought a certain heartache to the bottom of her heart, exhaling deeply, hse lowered her head. Trying to remember what she should be doing right now. She may or may not be involved in the war, which is quite a serious matter. The great part, actually, is the task. This is what her father wanted, for her to be involved in part of the revolution, to remove the tyrannical king.

Her hand reached out to ruffle her tousled red hair, her eyes staring ahead, calculating the executive's possible next plans for the upcoming war. Her current team has a chance, especially with the fact that Baam has collected the weapons her father left behind. It would definitely come in handy in his hands.  She has faith, a lot of faith and belief in her team-mates. She knew what they were capable of, henceforth, she would not dare to underestimate and restrain them from taking further steps into this war.

"Sister." Y/n feigned mockery, looking sideways to face Hwaryun.

"If I remember correctly, we didn't come from the same womb." She chuckled as she said that, looking at her with a casual grin, which received a rounded glance from Hwaryun.

"I realized." The two women certainly showed something in common.  No wonder some people immediately thought Y/n was part of the Red Witch. Spoiler alert: She doesn't. She may have such an appearance, but she didn't even have the ability of a guide. Instead, she has the abilities of a fisherman and wave controller.

"Save the chat, why did you come after me?" The other thing that she was involved in was the absurd plan they discussed just a moment ago. Risking their lives and attacking head on, what more with the fact they may or may not face a family head or two like before?  She might show how weak she was in comparison, hiding her strength, but when it came to battle strategy, she was no stranger to it.

"I understand your feelings. You don't want to put them in great danger but... That's the only option." Y/n looked at Hwaryun with a disapproving face.  "If this plan means executing one of our teammates, you can ignore it." It was a risky move. They had crossed the bridge of the afterlife many times and even played with the reaper itself. With Baam's fake deaths and disappearances for over 10 years. Rak was lost and presumed dead, as he was eventually found on the secret floor. Khun was in a coma for 2 years. And Y/n was on the verge of death for preventing an all-out attack a few weeks ago.

Y/n was more than surprised to not see her father showing up feeling enraged.

"I have seen the possibility. The end of this coming war." There it was, the tone of sweet reassurance that came from her so-called sister.

Y/n crossed her arms, thinking about her words. "It's a tough decision, after all, it's much more different than the war with Fug." Hwaryun nodded in understanding, realizing the difference between this war and the previous one they had faced. This is much more dangerous where they may need to risk their life at some point.

“Do you even understand what it means if we go on a losing streak?”  Hwaryun remained silent, the future she was witnessing, the end of the war, the outcome of which might be seen clearly. The key to solving it all isn't just her God, Baam. The one who will help her God, the one who will become the Devil to balance this system.

"I hope I don't have to recreate the Floor of Hell unnecessarily." With a devilish smirk, that often denoted bad news. There it was, the Devil of this tower, standing upon all her glory.

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It was regrettable, there were plenty of miscalculations. 

"This isn't part of the information—!!! Are you even sure that Maschenny is on our side right now, Khun—?!"  Y/n descended down, preventing herself from being hurt by the attack that was aimed at her.

"Tsk! How would I know—?! She said Zahard wouldn't be here and only one family head would appear!" It was far too late to brief through their plan all over again. On the inside, Y/n proceeds to throw plenty of insults towards Hwaryun that are aware of what is going to happen, yet, she did not utter a single word. 

Is this enough to be counted as a critical condition? Her teammates are pretty much losing at this point. Even Baam are quite exhausted from getting cornered by the family head's. She's much delightful that at least, two certain family head decided to lend them a help

Even when the two did not show up for now, having the possibility of enjoying his harem life while the other watched through their lament. She clenched her fists together, looking ahead at the chaos that was rendered right before her eyes. It was chaotic, blood and wounds in which her teammates shed. The amount of Shinsu they've wasted on, yet, nothing works. It was unnerving, something gruesome to witness. 

Shinsu rays headed straight at her direction, whereupon she immediately moved aside, cursing herself from zoning out. Her eyes found their way there, to see one certain king, looking down at their figure as if they're nothing but a mere insect he could've stomped on. How annoying these feelings were, is this possibly what her father meant all this time? 

“Ah-! Baam–!” Initiative, Y/n flash step to his location, catching the boy who fell in her arms. There was something boiling inside of her, a pair of red eyes becoming duller with time. She lifted her head, to look at the head of the Ari and Arie family. The two of them looked at them, seeing their loss brought a smirk to their faces.

Y/n gritted her teeth, flash stepped away after grabbing Baam. As she secures the fallen boy by her arm, she emerges above Khun's lighthouse. When he saw Bam and Y/n in worse condition, doubt filled the light bearer's mind. “The others didn't go as well as expected, let's retreat–”

"No, do not." Khun's pupils widened in shock, staring at the woman in complete disbelief. “Have you lost your mind–?!” Gently, Y/n lowered Baam who seemed to be in critical condition. It didn't help how the rest of her friends were trying their best to stay on their feet. There was anger and resentment welling up in her eyes.

“I have. However, am I worthy of being a God-given messenger, if I remain indifferent about our situation?’ With that, she flew into the air unassisted. Khun was left dumbfounded, if there was anything he could be certain of, it was the fact that her combat abilities were below average. And the pure sight of her, hovering in the air, something only that high authority could do, made him wonder...

Is that really the truth?

Zahard noticed something special, a familiar silhouette. He followed the movement of the figure, with each passing second higher and higher, right above the war and all their figures. He could have sworn, fear assaulted his bones, the way their wavy red hair was blowing in the wind, the resemblance was too similar.

“Hey... Isn’t that Y/n?” Shibisu pointed out, hoisting over Hatz who had tired himself throughout the battle. The swordsman looked up at the sky, seeing the familiar figure of his friend. “That is... Her, but... What is she doing?” Her position was more than enough to attract the enemy's attention. After all, she was up there, looking down at the war that was still going on as well. However, with the snap of a finger everything changes. 

The sky that was originally still a bright blue, was enveloped in a fiery red glow. Thousands of them appeared, surrounding the heaven that had been bestowed upon them. For those who once missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, are now given another chance to experience fear. Abandoned fear and a glimpse of such power. Disaster will once again sweep across this land. And seeing such a terrifying sight, reminded Zahard of a high ranker. 

Enryu red rain.

Heaven was torn apart, the signal of havoc had begun, red Shinsu descending down from the sky, piercing through every regular that stood by her way. In such a malicious action, there was not a single mercy spared towards the enemy. The scream of agony that filled her eardrums fell ill. 

“...Y/n style shinsu control...” She parted her lips open, eyes narrowed down to witness the pleasant sight of fear. “Re-creation.”

The entire floor was shaken, from the pit of darkness, a guardian was created. Awakened from its slumber, a Shinsu guardian that's coming from the depth of a void, has resurrected. It was an all out attack, there was not a single hesitation and moments of relaxation which was given. Everything must fall into a pit of chaos, every blood must be shed for the sake of her friends and victory. 

"Y/n style shinsu control : Swerve." Whereas the guardian has created an entire mess, entirely taking advantage of the battlefield, Y/n proceeds to continue on her attack, whilst this one, albeit different. The attack that has been received by her teammates ultimately will be returned to those who attack, therefore it was a quick and unavoidable karma. 

"...Y/n style shinsu control : Floor of Hell."

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"How long?"

"...Possibly a few weeks or even months."

Hearing that, Khun frowned. He looked up at the sleeping figure of Y/n that ended up blacking out after dealing such an attack. It was enough to scare the king and family head away, although the aftermath is displeasing.

"Well... That doesn't matter but... Who would've thought she's Enryu's daughter this entire time?! The high ranker that placed second!!" Endorsi freaked out, hand outstretched towards the female that's having a momentary rest. Fortunately, it was more than a surprise the moment Hwaryun announced her identity. Call her a snitch or so, but she lessens the burden of self-explanation..

"Endorsi... How come it doesn't matter? I feel like her identity is the one that doesn't matter anymore..." Baam uttered out, turning her attention back and forth from Y/n and the small group that decided to hear the testimony result coming from the medical team.

The Zahard princess crossed her arms, huffing. "I feel like... She didn't trust us enough with this information, you know? Keeping away a secret... Even going to such an extent as hiding her strength..." Hatz turned to look at her, letting out a soft sigh. "It could be something her father told her. Given how Enryu is a high ranker who came from outside the tower... I wouldn't be surprised to know it was a given condition."

The group fell silent after that, looking ahead at the sleeping figure, who had fully used her powers for their safety. They wouldn't bother lying, how amazed they had witnessed such power before. At a time of crisis, a spark of hope suddenly ignites their despair, leading them to victory in that war. They may have been left unscathed, luckily for someone who was sacrificed. Unfortunately, not all of them happen to leave in good condition. As the soldiers retreated, Y/n the only who collapsed, falling from above. Alas, Baam returned the favor by catching her.

"What are we going to do next?" It is not a possible fact that the previous war was the end. There are many more battles they will face. And, with one particular absence which was revealed as their queen card, might be another weakness of theirs.

Nonetheless, Khun would not let that happen anymore. He turned around, facing his back in the other direction with his head hung low. "We will do what we are supposed to do. But, this time, we will prepare a better planning method." His cobalt blue eyes were glued to the floor, his thoughts drifting elsewhere, far from his true plan.

"Just because Y/n has proven her abilities insignificantly... We can't use her as a living weapon. Because that's all a backstabber would do." Walking out of the room, he left the others who were worried about Y/n's condition since yesterday.

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Time is always running, bringing a feeling and effort that is carried by the wind. A fateful change, bringing happiness along with the freedom of life that cannot be expressed in words. It's all too emotional to describe with prepositional sentences.

Every effort spent with the last drop of blood. As a result, in the end, they ended up in a brilliant future. There, she was, standing with a smile so sweet and beautiful. Her droopy eyes, filled with freedom from suffering. Every episode of life that she goes through, eventually reaches a coda in her story. The sensation of the breezy wind that touches against her skin. Y/n take a deep breath upon the fresh air, the burden by her shoulder has entirely been lifted away. It was refreshing, pleasant and peaceful. Watching the real sky all over again, she looked up at the vast blue sky, crimson eyes twinkling under the light.

"OI!! WAVY TURTLE!!"

She turned her head, meeting a taller figure from afar. Of course, it was none other than the loud Rack. Y/n smiled a little affectionately, sprinting to reach her own group who were laughing merrily. The sound of that ringing laughter, the delightful happiness emanating from their figures and the way they finally came to the final conclusion they deserved. What else could she ask?

"I'm coming, Rak, don't worry." She reassured the alligator from a distance.

But, for a moment, could she feel selfish? Can she teach the deepest selfishness? The selfishness that eats the heart, mind and mentality in the void? A smile is a decoration on facial features. Will the unknown, is the fact and honesty alone that says that a reflection of the eye says it all? In the end, an expression of joy will not convey a conscience, what determines it all is the look of the eyes.

There is longing in her heart. There is an emptiness in that depth. With each passing day, her thoughts became irrational, eating her confidence up and down, completely devouring her figure who was sunk away from the reality of her world. What actually made her like ther? It was a fact of her unrequited wish that didn't come true. While the tower will grant every wish that is requested. For this tower, it is such a benevolent one. Yet, here she is, standing there without her wish becoming true.

"What's the matter, Y/n? You've been out of it since it ended."

Baam points out what appears to be factual information. After all, to see such a disappointed expression, a lifeless gaze, with such a downcast spirit, it was obvious how tired she was. Although tired, she looked at her companions who had fallen into the pit of silence, a pair of eyes staring at her figure as if she were a pitiful creature who had ever set foot in this tower. She licked her lips, moisturizing the dry skin in an anxious manner. What can she say?

Y/n was too understanding, to know that her words might burden her friends. If she had to admit, she no longer had a goal, no more priorities… She could have sworn that their mood would drop drastically. It was supposed to be a happy day, the day they ended their final journey, fulfilling the things they couldn't in the past.

"It just... It just that…"

"Face North and walk forward. Whatever you do, do not stop and look back." Hwaryun has the habit of cutting off her words, especially during her times of dilemma. Y/n looked at her in bewilderment, wondering if she should believe her or not.

Without further instructions, she put it into action. Turning around swiftly, she hesitantly took a few steps forward to the North. Y/n cannot know for sure why she decided to play along. On the other hand, a part of her seemed to agree, the way her blood was pumping, and her heartbeat quickened. It was a familiar and fleeting feeling, different from the rush of adrenaline that ran under hee skin during the war. No, it was something she herself felt hazy and blinded by.

There, from afar, She could see something. Wormholes, fissures of the universe being ripped apart are a clear sign. It was a familiar entrance many years ago. Was this why Hwaryun ordered her? Was this why her mind decided to believe the guide's words? Because she completely put her trust in her hands when she made such a wish to the tower?

That familiar figure, that wavy red hair, that pair of red eyes which often glowed under the dim light. That way too familiar dress. The figure standing a few meters away, had been closed off the distance by her for the few seconds that passed. Y/n couldn't tell the exact time when she started running, however, the number of times she nearly tripped over herself, made her realize that she had picked up her speed even faster.

Pearly clear tears ran down through her eyes, falling down to her chin as she made her way closer to the figure. A smile, that is enough to convince her whether he is truly real or not. That smile he often wore out whenever she ran in his direction, whenever she saw his figure from miles away, whenever she ran towards him, finding herself into his embrace. That welcoming smile she so adores.

"Y/n." Oh, how longed she was to hear her name called with such adoration. As if she was the one that lit up the darkness of the universe.

She reached out into his embrace, falling down to the familiar warmth that he radiates. A pair of arms that engulfed her entirely, that gave her the place to go home, a place where she could count as her safe place. Heaven forbid her to interact close to him, but now, she's willing to go through hell itself for a moment such as this.

"Father... Father... Father…!!" Y/n keep on chanting the same thing, over and over again. Those tears combusted, the overbearing feeling has seeped through that thick wall of hers. Now, she becomes a crying mess, holding onto Enryu with dear life, with one wish being fulfilled by patience.

"I'm here..." Enryu spoke gently, trying to soothe down the pain of his daughter.

"You've been through a lot… You've fulfilled your duty splendidly... More importantly, you're still here, safe and sound… I'm proud of you."

It was safe to say, she has reached her epilogue. The conclusion of the story that she desperately seeks, praying upon the stars and the Axis itself, has finally been fulfilled on her behalf.

#tower of god #kami no tou #tog #tower of god x reader #khun aguero agnis #khun aa #khun #khun x reader #twenty fifth baam #25th baam #baam #baam x reader #hatz #shibisu #rak wraithraiser #endorsi jahad #khun maschenny jahad #zahard #enryu #𝙸𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚡™

[wildcardaces]

@ruby-static "tiny marlin" edition!

Where shawn somehow managed to fish out a baby marlin from the sea

But first!

Shade: what do you mean im trending?

Anna: BRO-

Anna: ya know what. Im sending a screenshot.

Shade, a few seconds later: ...whAT-

Anna: pfft

Shade is now cursed with the knowledge the humans know of him now. Anna is very amused!

Shawn: baby marlin!

Anna: you know, considering how big they get, this is hilarious! Also please put it back in the sea-

Shawn wanted try fishing and he somehow pulled up a baby marlin instead of a fluffy.

Suddenly shade!

Shade: oh hi!

"What the-?"

Shade: hi! Where am i?

"Uhh...the Antarctic is south of here sir"

Shade just taking in the scenery and has officially made a sheepdogs day 1000× more weirder.

And the finale!

Heart: hi papa!

Shawn: Hi- youre crushing me-

Shawn kind of misses when he was able to hold heart. Now its the oppersite way round because he just got bigger than him now!

#agent a anna #shawn #shade #heart #club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #club penguin

[neva-writes]

Rookie-Hero!Kacchan, QL-Support-Engineer!Dk

Katsuki doesn't know when it was that he fell in love with Izuku.

Whether it was something that had always been there and he never realized it, or if it just... appeared /that/ day.

The nerd had invited him to his very first professional conference. The blond had barely made it in time because he got caught up in an altercation with a random shitty villain.

His best friend was there, in front of an audience of hundreds, wearing a blue suit, a proper red tie, and black polished shoes, walking confidently through the outdoor stage, making it his own as he showed everyone his new project and how it would impact not only heroes, but also civilians in the most positive way. This was Izuku, talking to everyone about his future dreams.

Dreams that Katsuki wanted to be a part of.

Pride swelled in his chest at such sight.

'That's my nerd', he thought.

His heart fluttered uncontrollably like it had never done before, and that confused him to no end. He felt an intense blush crawling up to his cheeks, and a sudden urge to be near the greenette hit him like the most unexpected hurricane.

The rookie hero asked himself many questions in that single minute.

How can it be? Is this... Is this what others call 'love'? But is that even possible? To fall for someone that you've known for most of your life? Has society lied to him? Where is the 'strangers to lovers' thingy? The 'I fell for my partner in the very first moment I saw them'? None of it matched with the typical stereotypes people had made him believe all these years.

And yet...

Katsuki had never been more sure of anything but this.

Izuku made him feel safe. Izuku felt like the home he wanted to go back to everyday. Izuku…

His rambling thoughts stopped abruptly.

The blond will never forget the moment when those emerald eyes landed on him. An infinite sea of emotions danced inside them when they met with sparkling rubies: surprise, relief and something akin to... affection?

Yes, in some sense but...

It was deeper, more like...

"Kacchan!", Izuku uttered over the microphone, with his green gaze fixed on him.

And suddenly, he was completely exposed. A thousand eyes trailed towards his direction.

Different kind of whispers reached his ears:

'Hey, isn't that Hero Dynamight?'

'Yes, he is! Don't you know that he and Deku are considered the next All Might and David Shield?'

'What is that brash young man doing here?'

'How dare he interrupt the conference of my favorite engineer?'

'I think they are meant to be together?'

What? The last one accelerated Katsuki's pulse.

Because… he also believed it, and he wanted to kick himself in the guts for taking so many years to see it.

Izuku raised his hand, and that was enough for all the voices to be silenced.

Deku went down the stairs from the scenery and just before he reached the public, all the people opened a path for him.

The talented engineer strolled over it as he kept talking, while the crowd around Katsuki also stepped back, giving him space for what was about to come.

If angels were real, then Izuku must be one, the blond's mind provided, especially with how the sunlight bathed him beautifully, bringing out the best of him.

"If everyone recalls, I initiated this conference by telling you about my only childhood friend. We grew up together for ten years..."

All the attendees gasped, while others squealed.

Katsuki's ears turned red. Is this real?

"...we fell apart once I moved with my parents to Europe...", Izuku continued.

And then his heart dropped.

That was a lie. Well, not a complete one but... Katsuki had pushed Izuku away many months before that due to his quirklessness. And when he finally realized how much the greenette meant to him, it was too fucking late.

As a child, he cried, cried and cried through the whole day when his mom explained to him that the Midoriyas had left Japan, with no way to contact them whatsoever.

'It's all my fault', he believed through the years to come until Izuku and him found each other again and the guy reassured him that many factors had played into Inko and Hisashi taking that decision.

Even if Katsuki had lost his ability to cry, a huge void had already settled on his chest forever. The void of Izuku Midoriya's absence in his life.

'I'll never see him again', he had believed.

Until they met one fateful night, fifteen years later.

Under a starry sky, Katsuki felt an uncharacteristic sting in his carmine hues. Tears were already rolling down his face without explanation when he caught sight of long green curls, gorgeous jade eyes, freckled cheeks and a smile that could blind the whole city by itself. Izuku was hugging him before he realized it, and out of nowhere… the void disappeared.

And right now, five years after that encounter, even if they were surrounded by a large number of civilians, it was as if only Midoriya Izuku and Bakugo Katsuki were there.

Izuku's rich fresh cologne invaded him, and fuck! Katsuki spaced out! What the hell was he saying?

"...he is my biggest inspiration and my symbol of victory", Deku finished.

'Bitch, if that isn't a freaking declaration of love tell me what it is?!', Katsuki heard a woman say.

"Izuku… I think I love you", Dynamight expressed pathetically.

The stunned look on his now husband's face will always remain stuck on Katsuki's head as one of those fond memories that live vividly in your head. The kind that you just have to close your eyes to go back to them.

"Please… please say something…", Katsuki told him in a vulnerable tone.

There were no words from Deku.

Instead, the greenette launched himself towards him and captured his lips in their very first kiss.

The blond was surprised for a brief moment before he responded eagerly and placed his hand on Izuku's waist, bringing him up as the greenette locked his arms around his neck and hooked his legs over the hero's torso.

That experience marked a change in Dynamight's life. He was doomed, because there was no way he could live without Deku's kisses anymore.

Everyone around them hollered in happiness, for their favorite hero and engineer were on the brink of becoming a couple.

"I love you, Kacchan", Izuku told him for the first time.

"Be my one and only, nerd", Katsuki gave him a dopey grin.

"Yes, Katsuki. Yes!", Izuku cried, cupping Kacchan's cheeks and kissing him softly once again.

Maybe they had fallen apart for a whole decade and thought that they had lost each other forever.

The thing is…

They underestimated the gravitational force both have between one other, and that's something that not even them can break apart.

Ever.

.

.

.

Fin 🧡💚

#bkdk #bakudeku #ktdk #fluff #firstkiss #confessions #bestfriends

[ruki--mukami]

Only a few mere days after the event, the magical girl was downtown with her beloved vampire, despite the throbbing pain on her delicate neck, and bruises around her wrists from his harsh grasp, she was still seemingly as in love with him as before.

However, it seems as though they went to the very wrong place, at the very wrong time, as her, supposedly heirloom, necklace began glowing, and she looked utterly terrified from that, and yet she knew that she couldn't bribe the black-and-white haired vampire to get out and leave, so, she just trusted him blindly to keep her secret...

And turned to her magical girl form the moment called for it, when the place around them warped and distorted, and eventually, became something horrible, something unreal. She was quick on her feet, leaving the vampire's side blindingly and ventured into the dystopian looking place with her weapon in her hand, and a weird, cat like creature guiding the vampire after her.

The sight would've been enough to terrify anyone, even an undead being that has seen so much. A disturbing weird creature with many flashing colours was devouring a girl without a head, and then, a blinding and flashing light blinded everyone briefly... Before the creature turned to the magical girl at hand, and charged at her, it was a long fight, a fight where she got injured badly, and her necklace almost went completely black, but at the end of it all, she defeated the creature, and used something weird that fell from it to cleanse the necklace..

"What would you wish for, if you could wish for anything, ruki? " the cat-like creature asked.

(Rukis homura arc?!?)

“What… What is this place…? This not quite like Makai by any means. I’ve never seen anything like it,��� said the Vampire as he looked around, up and down, side to side, scanning the various abstract scenery unfolding like a pop-up picture book fabricated into reality. Mandalas of vibrant colors spiraled forth, circular rhombus-patterned structures spun in place, and soon the entire area became shrouded in darkness much to Ruki’s both awe and dumbfounded state. More importantly, the strange catlike creature treading beside him pulled a suspicious raise of the brow from him as he averted his gaze down to examine its white fur and ruby red eyes. “Who are you and where have you taken us? I know this is your doing.”

That question remained unanswered as it was soon interrupted by a commotion of spectral beings engaging in combat.

“All of this is far too bizarre beyond comprehension… Even for a Vampire such as myself,” he muttered in contempt, looking for a potential escape route, but not before he could reunite with his beloved. “Just where exactly have you taken her—?!” 

As if on cue, the violent spectacle displaying before his very bewildered sapphire eyes featured none other than his significant other, clad in magical attire and brandishing an illuminated weapon that seemed to emit be the only light source quelling the surrounding sea of darkness. When she braved the first injury, Ruki shouted in protest upon seeing the gory clash. It pained him knowing he could not obstruct the witchlike monster’s advances in this foreign place, though he did attempt to approach them thanks to his vampiric teleportation abilities. 

“Oi…! Get away from her!! Livestock, get out of here, it’s dangerous…!!”

Then she sustained further wounds and slashes to her frame, which only elicited more enraged shouts from him in futility.

“No… Stop this madness at once…!!”

Despite all that she endured, a bright flash emanated from her weapon and before he knew it, the witch began to disintegrate and faded into nothingness, save for an ominous gem that absorbed the black from the magical girl’s so-called heirloom. Now Ruki was convinced everything she told him was a lie, albeit to conceal her identity and hardship. Rushing to her injured side, he took her bleeding body into his arms, one hand caressing the side of her face like she was made of the most fragile glass.

“You… All this time, you were…”

Then the catlike creature neared him, asking a peculiar question during a dire time like this. Right now Ruki didn’t care about what he desired most in this moment. He simply wished to protect the magical girl and bring her to safety. With that in mind, he voiced his concerns aloud to the small beast.

“What do I wish for? Do you think wishing and praying to some omniscient being to grant us our desires will save us right now?! No, do not be so foolish. We must escape this place immediately… I just wish to never see her suffer at the hands of such vile abominations ever again,” he lamented. “The pain and punishments I put her through will suffice, but this… This is something different entirely.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #react #diabolik lovers rp #ana-darkcloud #magical girl s/o #(( MAGICAL RUKI WHEN— ))

[umbralsound-xiv]

We departed Kugane and said farewell to her parents, at least for the time being. It was pleasant to meet them, and found myself only more comfortable in their presence as time went on. As lovely as the city is... I thought it nice, to see more of the lands beyond.

We parted only briefly in the city, to gather and shop for various things to take with us. I mentioned that i would get the fruit; everything except the persimmons. I had learned the market well enough in my short time here. Suppose working at one for many cycles of my life helps enough. But in truth, it was not fruit that was on my mind...

No. A few stalls down, where jewelry glimmered and gleamed. A silver ring with a beautiful white-blue stone. I would have never been able to afford it without moons of savings, but the performance at the Mujikoza had been just enough...

...My decision... Was made. Only one thing remained, now...

The venture across the Ruby Sea had been an uneventful one; he had asked few questions about the tithe and what it had entailed, but Sayuri was quick to ensure all was in order for a safe and swift passage. No sooner had they made landfall and continued the road ahead, it was not all so much further beyond the bends and winds of the road that a lofty red gate dominated their view. His words stolen by the scenery, Eir simply manages to gasp, watching the way the trees and rockery protruded through the mist. "...It... Is beautiful..." He manages, barely able to blink, slowly turning his gaze to Sayuri. "...And you... You lived here? In this?"

Sayuri cast a smile his way, her head tilting and gaze wandering outwards. “.. Well, on the other side of the mountain, but.. Yes.” Her eyes returned to him, the hand which no doubt already held his moving to give his a gentle squeeze.

"I had always assumed it to look similar to Thavnair, but... It is nothing of the sort..." One arm shifts up the large bag at his hip; food and all the necessities for time away from the apartment. "---And we can see? The other side? Perhaps... Not this sun, i wager it is a considerable walk. But... Sometime?"

".. Well. Walking would mean we either turn from whence we came and walk through the Azim Steppe in order to get to that part.. or climb the mountains." She gave a small smile. ".. A smaller boat is the fastest." A pause. ".. If you'd like, but.. There is little but ruins and wilderness there."

Part of me wished to see where she grew. I had heard tales of it. Monzen. Shio told me as much. A grand and beautiful place, populated by nobility and with all the finery it commanded. It is but rubble now, i know.

...But i would like to see it, and imagine what it once was... If it does not pain her so much to do so.

"If... You wish? I... I know it is only but ruins, but to see where you lived..." He gently squeezes her hand. "...We shall see where our feet take us. This road... It leads to Namai, yes?"

".. We can." A soft squeeze of her own hand was promptly returned, her head dipping into a gentle nod. "It does. It's.. a fairly small village, and surrounded by rice fields.. They're also known for their persimmons."

Eir beams, taking a few steps onwards. "...Which is precisely the reason i did not purchase any when gathering supplies for our little excursion. Are they truly so much better?"

"I'm quite bias... but yes." She flaunts a small grin. "It's incredibly fresh and just.. has such a specific taste that's hard to match." Sayuri wandered along, letting her gaze scan the area - smiling at the familiarity.

"Any fruit that comes highly reccomended by you is something i look forward to indeed. I spent much of my coin from dancing in the Mujikoza on the things brought with us this sun. Whilst i... Know that you are not one for larger meals, i hope you will at least try some of each thing." His thumb gently traces over her knuckles, before squeezing her hand tight, continuing their walk.

Sayuri briefly leaned over to nudge her head against his shoulder as they walked, humming quietly. “I hope it wasn’t too expensive..” She squinted at him, and gave a small pout. “..I will -try-, but I make no promises.”

"Not so expensive that i could not afford it." He smiles; a half sheepish thing as he looks to her, expression softening some. "...And you need promise me no such thing. I have... Other things in mind, too." He notably, does not elaborate, as he continues to walk, voice half-clipped.

...Had i said too much?

No. No, i had other things. Other things besides fruit... Besides...

What i had... Intended.

"... And what would those 'other things' be?" She squinted, keeping her gaze locked upon him with curiosity.

Eir startles a little as he's pressed, but offers an easy smile only a moment afterwards. "...N-nothing nefarious! Just... Things that do not involve eating. Sweeter things."

Sayuri's head tilts, eyes narrowing in suspicion. ".. Do tell."

...She could surely not know what i had planned. How could she? Did... Did she see me purchase it?

What... What else would she think i would...

No, i... I had other things. Sweeter things, lighter things.

Eir stares. She couldn't know. How could she possibly know? He keeps his quiet, until his mind jumps to a conclusion. "Oh--N-no, not... Not that. Not... Unless you wanted to, but it was not an explicit intention." He babbles, walking a little faster in a bid for her not to see his reddened cheeks.

Sayuri returns a stare of her own, lips forming into a pout and her grip of his hand tightening. "-Eir-.." She huffs. ".. Tell me what you mean." Her ears flicker as the pace of their walk picks up, and while his blush slips her notice - she continues to stare at him.

"Just..." He hurries along a little, and stops with a small sigh, looking over his shoulder before turning to face her more properly. "I... i just--- It was... Silly little things. I... Was hoping we could watch the sunset together. And... The stars. And just..." He glances away, shaking his head only an ilm. "...I have not done this, Sayuri. Not in more cycles than i could tell you..."

...When was the last time i did something like this? Went on a walk with someone i loved so dearly, with intent to sleep underneath a starlit sky?

...It was back in Thavnair. I know this. It was... It was so long ago...

Sayuri paused, her features softening and head tilting. ".. Why is that silly?" She lofted a brow. ".. We did plan to sleep under the stars.. and I'd love to watch the sunset with you." She flashes a gentle smile, leaning her head in to nudge it against his shoulder once more.

Eir's expression fades to something a little more comfortable, turning to press a kiss to the crown of her hair. "...It is something that can be seen from any corner of the realm. The sun sets there just the same, and the stars are in different places... But it is... I do not know. I... Do not have the words for it. Suppose it is not all that silly, when i think of it..." He trails a little longer, before continuing to walk, her hand in his own. "I did bring blankets. I wager it should not be too cold... For me, at least."

Sayuri’s smile brightens a touch as his lips settle against her crown, she then raises her head back up to gaze upon him. “.. It’s not. A sunset and a star speckled sky are both very pleasing to look at.” A brief pause lingered, her head tilting. “.. Well. I won’t feel it. Any point I -do-.. Something is wrong.” Another pause. “Eitherway, that’s a rare occasion.. And being bundled up in a blanket would still be cosy.”

Eir smiles warmly at the sight of her own, bringing a hand to gently brush her hair from her face. "...Pleasing to look at, yes. But not half as beautiful as you, my Moon." His pet name was spoken most softly, a quiet hum in his tone as he did so. "...We should find somewhere to rest before it grows too late, at least. After we have been to Namai." He glances to the distance, where a large, striped creature slips behind the brush. "...And where we are less unlikely to be disturbed, by man or beast alike."

Sayuri leaned her head against his palm, a faint, red tint taking to her cheeks as the pet name was uttered. She raised a hand to gently cup his, before she turned her head to lightly press her lips against the fingers of the hand that brushed her hair aside. “We should.” She murmured softly.

"...Have you anywhere in mind?" Eir asks, returning the same gesture; a quick kiss to her fingertips before moving onwards. "...I could wander, but i have no guarantee of finding somewhere suitable before dark."

".. First thing that comes to mind is the plum spring, but..." Sayuri's gaze directs to their left, eyeing the wall of rock. "... It'd demand a falcon to arrive to, and it may not be the best area to take if we plan on sleeping there as.. there will be no other way down." A pause, head tilting and gaze wandering the area once more. ".. There's a lake just north of Namai, and another just north of where we are currently.. If such would strike your fancy."

"...A lakeside sounds nice. If it is a calm body of water, we might see the reflection of the sky." He walks onwards, a little further. "...I should like to visit the Plum Spring sometime, perhaps... But you say you must get there by -falcon-?"

"... Yes." Sayuri beams a sudden smile. ".. Chocobos are not so common here.. Instead.. We have falcons."

"...I cannot say i have ridden either. I do know that Chocobo are not so popular here... But i had not thought there to be a replacement. And you have ridden one...?"

".. Been on a chocobo once, I was not conscious for it." She gave a light shrug. "I have - several times."

"...Hm. I cannot say i have been so many places without being on foot, or otherwise ferried there by boat or airship. I... Think i somehow prefer being on my own too feet, mind..." He climbs the hill, looking upwards. "...Ah-- We are almost here!"

".. I have a slight preference for using my aether to move around, but.. I like having walks, too. More so if you're accompanying me." Her gaze wanders up the hill, a soft smile settled on her lips. "Indeed."

"...Would that i were able to. I've enough aether in me to keep me alive and moving, but little to spare on magic. It is not a gift given to everyone, but... I have my own." He speaks warmly, ascending the hill towards the aetheryte. "...The village seems so... Cosy..."

Namai was beautiful. A calm, tranquil sort of cosy. To think she lived in a land so beautiful. I wish that all her childhood memories were so happy.

...She deserves nothing more, than to be happy.

".. I'd share mine, if that was an option. I certainly have enough for both of us.." She squeezed his hand slightly as their ascent continued, nodding gently. ".. It is."

"...You can take us through the aether if the need should occur. Just... Do not be too surprised if i collapse and feel dizzy for a sun or so after..." Chuckling, he gazes towards the aetheryte, and back to Sayuri. "...Did you spend much time here?"

“Well, depending on how far the distance.. I might, too.” She snickered. “.. Occasionally. Mostly to go with Emiko, rather than alone.. And Habiki was rarely far behind.”

"...It sounds nice. I... Never had such things. Occasionally i would speak with a friend, trade books and lament our situation, but... That was long ago." He flashes a fleeting smile. "...It is not as though we have never before spent several suns in the arms of the other feeling dreadful, hm?"

...My first, and only friend, back in the jungle. Whilst it was unbearable, there were some small comforts to be found. He was one of them. I...

...I regret how we parted. He did not even know i had left.

...I wonder where he is, now.

“Someone not quite happy with the situation that understood how you felt, then?” She gave him a light squeeze, tilting her head. “.. Your presence is very comforting to me.” She murmured.

"...I think he understood. He was always... Kind to me, even if he was far better at the life expected of us." His smile is a little bittersweet, but no less genuine. "...But it has been more than a hundred cycles since i have gone. Never have i regretted my decision... I only wished that i did not leave the way i did. But it was for the best." He turns, to loosely wrap his arms around her. "...I am glad to be a comfort to you, love. Much as you are the same for me."

Sayuri nodded gently, keeping herself turned to him as she listened. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself closer, gently settling her head against his chest to nudge into it affectionately - ears wiggling lightly at his words. “.. More than you know.”

A deep breath fills Eir's lungs as he meant to speak, glancing briefly to the sky, and back to her. A firmer hug, then, which he saught to release only after lingering in long enough. "...More than i can tell you." Eir continues, before glancing around. "...Should we get persimmons, and find somewhere to settle for the night? We can explore tomorrow, hm?"

Sayuri flashed a smile and nodded, nudging her head into his chest a final time before releasing him. "Lets."

The persimmons looked a little different from what i was used to. Larger, more vibrant. But she did not want my coin, and gave me three for simply speaking with her.

...I suspect i know why, but... I thanked her, regardless.

Eir sets his lips against her forehead before releasing her, backing away with a warm smile as he approached the merchant, who... After a short conversation which no doubt leaves Eir a little taken aback, she simply just... Gives them to him. He returns in short order. "...She... Did not wish for payment..." He trails. Three persimmons are held in his grasp, far larger and more vibrant than any he had seen previous.

"... Year of the Rabbit strikes again." Her smile shifts into a toothy smirk, a fang making its presence known by the wide grin.

He gives a small pout, shaking his head with a huff that catches it's corners into a grin. "...Suppose i should enjoy it whilst i can." The persimmons are safely stowed inside the satchel, hand extended to find her own once again. "...So.. Onwards, i suppose? Is the river far?"

Sayuri reached her hand out to meet his, smiling. "..Depends, if you want the nearby lake or the one further north."

"...Both are just as new to me." He tilts his head, comfort on his expression. "...You lead?"

I took her hand, and we walked for some time. Along the rice fields, all as cascading saucers of water. The spires of rock towering above the thin veil of mist. Yanxia was beautiful... And to see a sunset here, and sleep beneath the stars...

It would be perfect...

...Would it not?

Finally ascending the frail stairs, the walk was spent with a peaceful quiet between them, needing nothing more than her company and her hand in his own. "...This is beautiful..." Eir murmurs, stepping a little closer. "...Peaceful. I should much like to rest here..."

"It's the more peaceful one out of the two.. It doesn't beat the plum spring, but I will ensure we get to visit that, too." She gave his hand a light squeeze, smiling.

Smiling fondly, he walks a little closer to the water's edge. "...The other side has a little more shelter, and will allow us a better view..." He moves to meet his lips to her own, before almost giddily proceeding onward.

Sayuri gently pressed her lips back against his, before snickering quietly as they continued around the lake to land on the opposite side.

Eir's footfalls finally come to a slow, approaching a clearing between the brush at the pool's edge. An awestruck gaze sees him look upwards and around; the way the mountains poke through the mist, sunset a bell or two away. "...Here, i should think? It is quiet... I can hear only us..." He whispers, turning to face her.

...Here? It... It is only us.

...I need only to...

"Perfect." She murmurs, turning herself to face him once more as they came to a halt. She went to snake her arms around his waist, hugging herself into him firmly.

Unshouldering the bag, he lets it sit on the ground beside him, allowing him more free movement to wrap his arms around her. "...Perfect?" He asks her again, quietly. A short inhale sees his heart race, brushing a hand to her cheek to knock the hair gently from her face.

“.. Perfect.” She merely repeats, her head gently leaning against his hand as he brushes hair aside once more. Her arms tighten their wrap around him, squeezing him lovingly.

...No person is ever perfect in the conventional sense. Someone told me this, long ago. You will never be the strongest, or the fastest, or the best at anything. Perfection is an unattainable goal, no matter how hard we reach for it.

...But you can be perfect for another person. And she...

She thinks this... Of me.

...And i of her. That and so much more.

"...I am with you.. How could it not be?" He speaks softly, but purposefully, arms cradling her a little more firmly. For only a moment, his expression flickers with muted restraint, words hanging in the back of the throat until he speaks again. "...You said that to me, once. I... I have not forgotten."

Sayuri gave a slow blink, her cheeks flaring up in a faint, red hue. ".. I'm that sappy, huh?" A quiet giggle left her, as she leaned in to settle her head against his chest in such a fashion she could still look up at him.

A hand combs through her hair before gently caressing her ear. "...The circumstance was a little different. We were wearing a few less clothes, admittedly..." His own cheeks fluster just barely, as he dismisses the heat and opts to quench the warmth of his face against her hair. "...It was not sappy. It was nice."

"...No one has... Ever called me that before."

Sayuri’s ear flickered beneath his touch, her gaze resting upon him while her smile widened a touch. “.. Well. You are perfect, to me. Just the way you are.”

Eir glances sidelong into the pool. It was clear he didn't believe her, even if his expression was flattered for her words. "...It is... Kind to hear you say so. Even with you having met other Viera... You still truly think so."

".. They aren't -you-." She emphasised, her ears flattening. ".. I love you, Eir. So, incredibly much. There's not a single thing I would want for you to change."

"Not... Not a single thing? You... Would not wish me taller? Stronger? More... Courageous?" His words almost held a waver at the end of them, that he fought to still as he gazed to her. "...I say this. But there is nothing i would change about you. Save perhaps for you to have lived a kinder life, until now."

“Not a one.” She shook her head. “.. Your height doesn’t matter, you have more strength than you are willing to accept.. And we are already at a disagreement about how brave you are. You are enough, just the way you are.”

...It is beautiful here. Breathtaking. Everything i want to say settles on my tongue, but i... It is not enough. It is beautiful, and the sunset is more vibrant than i have known in cycles, but... Surely, surely there is someplace better, some words i can...

...No, i... I have to tell her. Find the words to tell her how much she means. Until then, how... How could i...?

"...I am... Enough?" His words waver, before pulling her into a firmer embrace, arms bound around her as though he saught to keep her there forever. "...I love you, Sayuri." He whispers, and slowly releases her, gazing up for a long moment. Wide-eyed and almost fearful, he slowly sinks to a knee, and... Remains.

"We... We should... Unpack..."

"You are." She confirmed, tightening her wrap around him firmly. She gazed upon him as he slipped from her arms and lowered, ears flickering. She lingered in a pause, head sinking into a small nod. ".. We should." She mumbled, and lowered herself down to him.

...I wanted to ask her. By everything in my bones, i wanted to tell her what she meant. Why... Why did i not just say it...?

Why could i not just ask her?

Regret lingered in my chest when the moment passed, and then fear followed. What if she said no?

What if... What if...?

...I... I should think a little longer, perhaps. Not whether i will, or will not; my mind is made up already on how i feel.

...But on how best to... Do so.

There will be more chances. More opportunities... I will find some perfect place, some perfect moment to ask her... And then, i will.

Eir reaches for the bag. His hands tremble a little more than they did, head turned away to obscure his features under the guise of carefully removing everything he'd packed. A thick blanket is removed to lay beneath them, and another, rolled to the side, for over them when the temperature dipped. Various fruits and the like were set out atop the cloth, as he shuffled a little closer to her, pushing the bag closed and out of reach. "...Not that we have terribly much to unpack, but sitting is much more comfortable than standing, yes? And... We may as well get comfortable." He smiles, swallowing the race of his heart as he briefly looked from the sky, back to her. "...Sunset is soon."

Sayuri shuffled herself closer to him once the bag was out of the way, seeking to nestle herself into his side and settle her head against his shoulder to rest it. "Mm.." She gazed up at the sky, then back to him, offering a small smile.

Draping an arm over her shoulder, he seeks to rest his head against her own, lingering in the comfort of her closeness. A persimmon is picked from the small collection of fruit, settled on his knee. "...We spoke about this. So many moons ago." He almost whispered, gazing to her. "...Before we were even.. Before i..."

"...Before we were."

".. Happier thoughts, during a hard time.." She murmured, nudging her head up against his. ".. I'm glad we came here."

"...So too am i. Even when we were friends, the thought of travelling again, for a more pleasant purpose was..." His head rests on hers, as a free hand gently finds her own. "...I can not tell you the joy it brought me."

Sayuri flashed a soft smile, a content exhale leaving her as she felt his head rest against hers. She seeks his hand out with her own, aiming to gently intertwine their fingers.

"...Even when i lost my sight. I... Almost lost hope. Would have, were it not for you." His thumb traces over the ridges of her knuckles, halting at the second-to-last digit, where he gently squeezes for comfort. "...I would have not made it if... It were not for you."

Sayuri’s ears drooped a touch, her hand slowly squeezing onto his. “.. I believe you would have.” She uttered quietly.

"...I am not so sure. Even if i would have managed to win free... I had little to keep me going. I am glad i chose that door to stagger through on that evening. Even beyond my calm, i... I was still afraid. I had been stabbed, of course."

".. I would've fought them much more, if it weren't for the fact they threatened to hurt you in response.." Her ears flattened, her grip of his hand tightening - some feelings of guilt clearly still remaining. ".. I hope that person never troubled you again.. Or I will chase them down and let them know why that's a horrible idea." She grumbled.

"I know no name nor where they are. Like as not, they will not. But it is appreciated that i need never worry about my safety because of you." He gives a quick smile, slowly releasing her hand to attend to the persimmon, tearing the fruit into two, as he had many times before. Half is offered to her. "...I cannot tell you my gratitude. For all the times you stood in my defense. You are brave, Sayuri. Strong. I love you for many a reason... But i admire you, for those."

Sayuri reluctantly released his hand, soon enough extending it to accept the persimmon half. Her head lowers a tiny bit as her free hand picks at the skin of the persimmon, listening to him. “.. I will always stand in your defense.. Not because I think you need it, but because I want to.. You’re important to me, and if what I do can keep you safe.. I will do it.”

"...I have no doubt. I... Do not think i could stop you even if i tried." He smiles, before bringing up the persimmon to take a bite. And slowly... Eir stares, before taking another. "...It is... So sweet. It tastes unlike any other i have ever eaten..."

"... Correct." She simply murmurs, eyeing him with a small smile. She raises her own persimmon half up to her lips to bite into it, ears wiggling as a content sigh left her. "..Mmh."

"...Not half as sweet as you, though." His head nudges against her own, taking another bite. "...I will have to buy more of these tomorrow."

Sayuri huffed, and nudged her head against his affectionately. ".. I might.. bring some home..? Also for my mum.. and Habiki.." She mumbles her planning, taking another bite from hers.

"...That could be nice. Things to bring them before you depart. Something sweet to remember them by." Eir quickly finishes his half, setting the stem on the ground beside him. "...I still remember the suns i used to bring them for you."

".. Yasu liked them, and--.. I don't know. I fear I might.. make Habiki upset by it.." She huffed, picking at the skin of the persimmon once more. ".. It was very sweet of you."

"...Upset him? Why would..." He trails, and seems to come to some quiet understanding. "...I... Think i know. But... I think... he would appreciate it."

".. Emiko. They were her favourite." She paused. ".. I will get them but.. if he doesn't want them.. I will just bring them with us home."

"...I think he will. My circumstances are different, but... Sometimes, it is the little things that remind us of those we love who are no longer with us. A memory, in tangeable form. Even for a moment... When i eat a persimmon, i... Will always think of you."

...Now, or a hundred cycles from now, when she is... When...

...When she is wind and memories. When she is echoes of laughter, and a space on my bed i will forever reach for. I will eat a persimmon, and for that brief moment, i will have her with me again.

Sayuri gave a small smile and lowered her head to rest it against his shoulder. ".. I hope he shares that sentiment.. I'd hate to bring him sorrow by attempting a kind gesture." She gazes up at him, nudging her head against him once more. "Is that why you eat them so often, so you can think of me?" She teases.

"...To know that she is yet kept in your thoughts. I... Should hope he will. You should offer regardless." He casts his gaze down to her, nearing just an ilm, offering a small pout. "Sometimes i want to kiss you and you are not there. In these moments, a persimmon will have to do." His original comment had been a little heavier in emotion, quietly glad for the levity she brought.

Despite me not saying what i wished, the night was a pleasant one. We spent it together, in the arms of eachother, watching the dying glow of the sunset, and then the twinkle of the stars above.

And even when sleep had claimed us, and the gentle cold of the night had settled... I knew then, that i had made the right decision.

#Muse: [Eir] #Duet: [Winter Moon] #Chapter: [Eastern Echoes] #FFXIV #IC #Screenshot #Writing #Snippet

[aqueluna]

Prompt 3 - Temper

CW: Illness

The aurete amber glow of a vibrantly verdant spring’s late afternoon cast the bustling Kugane thoroughfare in an equally brilliant light, thousands of souls passed by the numerous, nestled stalls, each advertised as much by the brilliantly woven, colourful awnings and bunting banners and the paper lanterns just now starting to be lit - as to the fervent cries of the hawking mechants. To the port-city ever flooded Hingashi’s own; collectors eager for ijin imports, hired blades looking for employment in the lands across the sea, merchants bringing wares from beyond Shishu and of course, the ijin themselves.

Garleans, Domans, Nagxians, Eorzeans, Thavnarians, Namazu, Kojin, the occasional Sharlayan, even the rare Xaela from the steppe or desert - each and all eyed with scrutiny by the ruby-robed Sekiseigumi patrolling the paven streets.

Of those hoping to captivate an audience, from artists peddling masterfully brushed paintings and chiselled sculptures, collectors bearing crates and chests of antiques, artisans of all shapes and sizes peddling everything from the rarest of the rare, to the prodigiously bountiful, the humblest - lacking lantern, bunting and possessed of only the feeblest, most tattered awning, little more than a rag. A lonely lopsided sign tied together from scrap wood had, had painted across it in alternating lime and apricot hued letters, “Nest of Stories.” Though in truth it was less nest and closer to the union of a rickety stall and a tiny, elevated stage framed with stray twigs and a colourful collage of feathers and on that stage, puppets.

“You cannot defeat me! I am you! You owe everything to me!” a high-pitched, colloquially-accented voice hissed from behind the screen, trying just a little too hard to sound gruff and menacing. a tiny, painted wooden katana suspended by half-concealed strings bobbed up and down as the voice offered its dramatic threat. “No… not any longer,” another, more natural cadence stoically states, possessed of a more aristocratic timbre, continuing, “I renounce all that I am, all that I was - and so I wash myself clean of you.” The blade descended “clickety-clacking” a few times until it slotted into the hand of a stylised, colourfully-painted puppet.

In spite of the ramshackle theatre, the puppet, props and even the background scenery were lovingly detailed. The sword-clutching, grim-faced puppet’s pale scales and horns had been each carefully painted on, his face expressively grim, torso nocked with chips and nicks from which had been painted crimson rivulets of gore, patches of brilliant, jade-hued cloth crested by straggling pieces of lamellar armour, a broken, defeated man brought to life amidst the backdrop of a temple. Wooden limbs contracted, strings lowering the doll of a Raen down, angling him so that the blade slipped free, lapsing to the stage floor.

“AND YOU THINK IT SO EASY TO BE RID OF YOUR OATH?” The first, shriller voice boomed villainously, seething with menace. Hammy menace. Very, very hammy menace. The grotesque form of a multi-armed, masked, slug-like monstrosity sliding forth onto the stage, accompanied by the sound of the first speaker offering an accompanying, “Boom! Boom! Boom!” A sharp breath taken before a renewed villainous screed, “YOUR SOUL IS MINE ISAMU, YOU SWORE IT IN BLOOD. NOW YOU WILL DIE!” 

“Calamity will no longer dog my footsteps, Isamu is no more,” the second voice cooly stated, the puppet weaving its way to the wings of the stage. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” the first screamed, shrill enough to draw gazes and grimaces both from passers by. The theatre shook as a quintet of pebbles fell from above limply and an “UGH!” rattled out, just in time for the monstrous vibrantly hued puppet to flop over with a “THUNK”!

“And so I left that place and left everything behind, to reflect on the future and the past and I had many more adventures but those are stories… for another time,” the stoic voice stated, a squeaky creaking accompanying a tattered, crimson curtain slowly drawn out across the stage, pulled along by a string until the theatre beyond was put to rest. A few, scattered hands of applause just scarcely made themselves audible against the background din as did more than one snore. 

Masked by a fiery-orange, stubby black-beaked robin mask, a figure clad in a tattered old cloak wheeled another masked in a lime green, equally stubby blue beaked pigeon mask, sat in a rickety old wheeled chair, garbed in a filthy old dress, colour long-since faded. The robin considered the audience, three onlookers filtering back into the crowd, one flipping a few gil into a bucket at the foot of the puppet theatre, two remaining - five heads in all. “More than usual,” she noted in her well-spoken drawl, resting a fond hand on the smaller figure’s head. “Did we get better? Did we like?” the higher-pitched of the two cooed excitedly, voice cursed by a particularly thick, urchinesque accent. “Most definitely,” the other offered with scarce a second thought, offering the pigeon’s pale locks a fond, gentle tussle.

“And with that ladies, gentlemen and those that subscribe to neither, I’m afraid our story has ended… for now,” the robin called out, to a grand audience of a fidgety, muck-stained Hyuran lad and a middle-aged Raen woman snoring, head lolled to the side, sleeping standing up. “But do not fret! Tomorrow brings with it a new tale - three in fact! A tale of mystery! A tale of betrayal! And a tale that falls… tantalisingly in between!” the aloft puppeteer called out, finishing with a phenomenally proper deep dip of a bow at odds with her ragged garments, “Until next time! Pigeon and Robin will be waiting for you in the wings!” Pigeon lowered her masked head somewhat belated, leaning forward in her chair in a mock bow of her own.

Taking a moment to simply let the air of the soon-approaching evening rush over her, to stretch limbs that’d been cooped up behind the stage with her sibling, Robin couldn’t help but smile behind her mask. Once again, the excitable exuberance of the younger sibling had met the refined collectedness of the elder, to temper each other to create something that was simply… magical. Not for the audience, they mattered little - but happiness had come to roost there, in that most ramshackle of nests for two birds of contrasting hues. For Robin to respin a tale to her liking, to live the parts for hours, even in the medium of puppets and for Pigeon to bask in the dramatic deeds and exaggerated characters her sibling spun for her… Ever their wants tempered each other, weaving threads in the middle, embroidering mutual happiness.

“Sis… do you think the pebbles helped?” Pigeon inquired, stifling a chesty cough into her tattered sleeve elbow. “I do,” Robin answered without hesitation once again and so they did. It had been a struggle to incorporate them without damaging the demonic puppet, but the suggestion’s inclusion had brought the younger girl joy when she’d agreed. “How do you feel?” the loftier Raen asked, brushing a few pale locks back from Pigeon’s pallid horn. “I’m fine, me,” she chattered softly, only to hesitate as the older girl’s hand ceased mid-brush, hurriedly correcting, “All the shouting made me chest ache a little…” With that little fib self-corrected, Robin resumed her preening of the untidy, vanilla-hued mop.

Angling her wiry frame around the theatre to dig free a ceramic bottle, removing the lid, the elder sibling found herself at the tail end of adding a carefully prepared mix of dried and powdered imported herbs only to find her attention snapped by a brisk, “Oi.” The previously lingering, mucky Hyuran boy ambled his way over surreptitiously, then slipped a purse free from a sleeve across to the masked puppeteer. Pulling it open with her free hand, inspecting the collection of gil within, Robin emptied roughly half into a compartment in the stall, offering the rest back. The Hyur boy grinned, skittering away after a businesslike, “A pleasure as always miss.” The puppeteer didn’t doubt the pickpocket had stashed a fair few of the coins away before presenting his findings to be split, but it was a good trade all the same. Gil better than street puppet acts could yield for they, and distracted victims for the lad to pilfer.

Bringing the bottle back around to the younger sibling, the elder gave the contents a good shake, mixing them around, then offered it over. Pigeon reluctantly reached a scale-flecked hand across to accept the medicinal mix, raising her mask a little to better be able to drink. “It costs a lot, don’t it…” the sicklier sister stated, more than asked, gulping down a sip, gagging, spluttering at the deceptively bitter taste, prompting an encouraging circling of a soothing hand to her back. “It does, but I’d pay more if I had to, any amount to see you comfortable, Robin conceded. Taking another, somewhat more cautious sip of the medicine, sparing herself another fit of coughing if not the shudder of displeasure.

“You’ve given up so much for me and I don’t never…” the colloquial mumble of the younger sibling mumbled, interrupted mid-utterance by a finger placed onto her mask’s beak.

“In your veins flows the blood of champions, a lineage near without equal. You -are- a champion. You -are- special, a warrior. In you the echoes of our forebears reap ripe fruit! You are just, strong and you have persevered thus far, yes?” Reaching up to loosen the straps holding the fiery robin mask in place, the elder sibling pulled it away to offer her sister an encouragingly broad smile, ruby gaze upon her, “I would give up everything and more to see you smile, so do not fret my pigeon. I am happy and my only regret is that I did not find you sooner.” Pigeon briefly met the other girl’s gaze through her own mask, then turned her eyes groundsward bashfully. An amused giggle drew itself from the unmasked Raen’s lips, letting the speechless girl off with a peck atop her head, gently instructing, “Drink while I pack everything up and we’ll be off, hm?”

To the daughter of old aristocracy who’d excelled, who’d been drowned in meaningless praise and starved of connection, to the other who’d been abandoned, struggled and void of given worth, come to loathe herself, bound together with strings and puppetry, For one who longed to dote and the other who longed to be doted upon, pain ever tempered pain and need ever tempered need and tomorrow, they’d show Kugane the result again. Through paint and wood and string. 

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #temper

[bloomgrove]

+* @chaoshe .` { there’s a stark contrast between the colours and the artist in the room. the meaning of separating the art from the artist is true in this instance. something about her didn’t seem right, no, the periwinkle blue he’d come to recognize was different. she looks — dare he say it; wilted before his eyes. even in this studio full of her creations. perhaps a conversation was long due for Jester.

“ i see that you’ve been very busy. oh! that one’s nice. ” he admires one of the paintings she’d perched up on the mantle of the Ruby of the Sea and the Gentleman in what can only be the signature Jester Lavorre rendition. was that gouache paint she used? oh yeah, mixed media. Clarabelle’s began an art book of her own back home and she’s made sure to show him some of the materials she’d acquired from the market.

with the two cups of tea in his hands, Caduceus takes a seat across from his friend at the antique table he recalled he and Fjord had thrifted for their favourite artist. Jester always had an eye for design and so he can only appreciate that she found the perfect place for the tea table by the window overlooking Nicodranas and the most beautiful sunset the eye could see.

he offered the second cup, settling in his seat further before taking a sip and letting his gaze wander from her and towards the scenery outside. the faint calls of seagulls by the docks letting him reminisce of his time away from his home. but he’d noticed too, that Jester’s been doing some reminiscing of her own. something he’d noticed since arriving. “ something bothers you. ”

#chaoshe #+*. ic ` #+*. paragraph `

[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #10: Channel

Another week in Onokoro, they told her. She'd been there for almost a month on various commissions, both personal and from the Guild, and they seemed to value her work. Enough to keep piling it on while she was so far from home.

Not a lot of people were open to traveling to The Far East yet since the conflict barely settled. But Dane was ready for a change in scenery, and she secretly felt proud that they trusted someone of nineteen summers to be on her own.

By mid-afternoon a few days later, she was done with work. A combination of skill and good luck from recent weather patterns. She studied the fish needed and captured a few to ship off.

A few more commissions wouldn't hurt, but she decided to take a break until they'd allow her on the next ship back. A rare sight, since she was keen on saving as much gil as possible. Her goal of buying a plot of land for building an aquarium was within reach. Just a few more months, if everything fell into place…

Dane walked along the shore, waving to a few people she had met so far on her journey. The residents of this small town were welcoming to her, but she couldn't help noticing that many of them looked like her. The same observation in Yanxia and during her few trips to Kugane. It… must have been a coincidence. Maybe it's why she enjoyed being here so much. They didn't question her gift, either, which raised suspicion until she met others with it. Also a coincidence, she kept repeating to herself.

After reaching the pier, she chartered a small boat and set off into The Ruby Sea. The weather was optimal for sailing, or even fishing, but that didn't matter to her. Dane was only interested in the currents and what awaited her beneath the surface. She dropped the anchor and dove right in.

#ffxivwrite2022

[er0t0ph0n0philia]

FIVE SENSES HEADCANONS

italicize what your muse likes. bold what they love. strike what they hate.

Taste

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Umami | Sour | Chocolate | Bacon | Vegetables | Fruit | Berries | Carrots | Cake | Cookies | Pretzels | Pasta | Tomatoes | Applesauce | Sauerkraut | Pickles | Olives | Potatoes | Ice Cream | Pineapple | Pineapple on pizza | Fish | Beef | Garlic | Spinach | Mushrooms | Cheese | Milk | Juice | Marmite | Beetroot | Anchovies | Gefilte Fish | Peppers | Whole wheat bread | Marshmallows | Mango | Broccoli | Peanut butter | Nutella | Mint and chocolate | Cashew nuts | Tofu | Brussels sprouts | Grape flavor

Touch

Soft | Rough | Smooth | Sticky | Slimy | Hot | Cold | Damp | Wet | Clammy | Coarse | Fur | Velvet | Silk | Lace | Hot metal | Cold metal | Paper | Plastic | Bubble wrap | Wool | Wood | Tree bark | Hot asphalt | Leaves | Wicker | Sand | Rocks | Rough rocks | Smooth rocks | Hair | Skin | Tight hugs | Gentle hugs | Lip kisses | Skin kisses | Holding hands | Rough touches | Gentle touches | Scratches | Bites | Sunlight | Light sheets | Thick blankets | Baggy clothes

Scent

Flowers | Sea water | Chocolate | Fish | Cooking onions | Cleaning products | Citrus | Lemons | Grapefruit | Oranges | Rain | Freshly cut grass | Wet dirt | Wood | Cologne | Perfume | Fire | Smoke | Gasoline | Tires | Paint | Chlorine | Pools | Fresh bread | Cooking bacon | New books | Coffee | Linen | Vanilla | Cinnamon | New car | Coconut | Sunscreen | Nail polish | Mint | Cigarette smoke | Leather

Sound

Loud sounds | High pitched sounds | Low pitched sounds | Quiet sounds | Loud voices | Soft voices | High voices | Deep voices | Morning voice | Snoring | Rain on windows | Fire crackle | Crickets | Frogs | Typing on a keyboard | Horse hooves on gravel | High heels | Laughter | Deep laughter | Giggling | Purring | Dog bark | Howling | Car engine | Distant chatter | Bird chirps | Classical music | Pop music | Folk music | Rock music | Country music | Klezmer music | Violin | Piano | Frying food | Nails tapping

Sight

Red | Orange | Yellow | Green | Blue | Purple | Pink | Black | White | Silver | Gold | Shiny | Dull | Shapes | Orange lighting | Natural lighting | Seaside scenery | Forest scenery | Field scenery | Patterns | Clear skies | Cloudy skies | Night time | Day time | Sunrise | Sunset | Stained glass windows | Old buildings | Stone buildings | Wood cabins | Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter | Brick buildings | Moss | Flowers | Gardens | Hedge mazes | Corn mazes | Lakes | Rivers

Tagged by: thieved from @heedingcalls

Tagging: @e-m-p-error (for Val?) @femmina-eroe @hellfrczencver @hclluvahctel (for Vox?) @nebula-gaster (for Sage?) @lonelydemon-rp (for Ruby?) and anyone else who wants it!

#headcanon. #dash game. #for the sight part it covers before he went blind #as well as the visuals he keeps in his head even now

[madebyayi]

“A pair of feet walk through a sea of glass.”

‘The Feet and The Source’, a poem written by Sierra Chaffe.

Read original post here.

Listen to my recital here.

“The Feet And The Source” is a symbolism poem about an abandoned pair of feet that suffers alone, hurting and bleeding, without having anybody to give them aid. This poem shows how difficult it could be for children to be abandoned by everyone, their parents included, no matter the cause. Children and/or teenagers, in their growing age, have to be treated well and with affection for these factors can significantly affect their lives in the future. This poem tells the perspective of a child that felt as if they were abandoned by everyone through the symbolism of the feet that walk alone.

A variety of literary devices are used in this poem and one that stands out the most is symbolism. In the first stanza, we read about the abused and abandoned feet which represents a child that wanders alone in this world after getting abused and abandoned by, most likely, their own parents since if it were not because of their parents they would come home to them. Knowing they could not even come to their parents for help, the parents might be the problem. The sea of glass can also be taken as a symbolism which signifies all the things that hurt the pair of feet. So the line “A pair of feet walk through a sea of glass,” could mean a child that is suffering alone from all the pains that hurt them.

The second stanza contains a simile in the line “Bleeding like the bloody wounds of a soldier.” It is used to compare the pain that the feet have to endure to the bloody wounds of a soldier. The writer is implying that the pain from getting abandoned alone is equal to the pain of getting wounded as a soldier.

An imagery is then used in the third stanza. The writer tries to create a scene where the readers can use their senses to imagine. “Shrieking in terror, / A flash before the sea, / A twinkle of hope comes, / From near above, / The source so radiant and placid continues toward the ruby and pearl shining feet.” The descriptive words are used to appeal to readers' senses, with the hope of the readers to picture the scenery in their heads.

Another symbolism is used in the last stanza, where it says ‘And carries the weeping feet into the arms of an angel’. The arms of an angel symbolizes a good person that came as a helping hand to the abandoned child. An abused and abandoned child that has nobody else in the world surely would consider anyone who offers them help an angel because of their kindness. That is the message the writer is trying to deliver through the last line.

After all, the message is being delivered perfectly with the use of literary devices. Literary devices allow the writer to convey a deeper meaning that goes beyond what is written. This poem might look confusing at the first read but it has its own meaning, a tragedy that often occurs caused by many factors. It is important to not let a child and/or teenager get abandoned, for they still need parental love and support. Be kind and be there to help them so they would not feel as if they are going through the difficulties alone. The writer has done a great job bringing that message with this poem.

#analysis: poem #poems #literary analysis

[bluespiritfire]

FFXIV - Scenery Appreciation Post 14/???

#myscreenies #ffxiv scenery #ffxiv #ruby sea #kugane #ul'dah #thanalan #rhalgr's reach #baelsar's wall