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[danhang]

wow. hi.

[danhang]

he contemplates time, the human construct, the unit of measure; oikawa tooru struck with wonder—how a single person can exert such influence over something as vast as the universe's very existence. after all, it's rare for anything to make time stand still, yet thana's mere presence achieves just that. the exact count of smiles shared or kisses exchanged is unknown to him, but in thana's company, the only necessity is to simply exist. thus, tooru surrenders to the flow, his touch exploring thana's skin, fingers tracing aimless patterns through their hair, lips meeting in a rhythm of kisses—again, and again, and once more. “ we should probably get up. or you'll miss your flight. ”

@vtriol

[danhang]

i want to write the fluffiest fluff floofie starter. who’s gonna let me write one for them

[danhang]

a young prince wanders incognito; cloaked not in silk and jewels but in simple garb, he is just another face in the crowd, free from the weight of his crown and the scrutiny of court life. this freedom is precious, a rare opportunity to experience life as his subjects do, to see the world through their eyes.

as he meanders through the labyrinth of stalls and vendors, his gaze is caught by a splash of color tucked away in a quieter corner of the market. there, amidst the chaos and clamor, is a girl focused intently on her canvas, her brush dancing across the surface with a grace that belies her humble surroundings. the art she creates is vibrant, alive with color and emotion.

prince marius von hagen, intrigued by the artist herself, approaches the stall, his curiosity piqued. “ your art, ” he begins, his voice deliberately gentle to not startle her, “ it’s remarkable. it captures the spirit of this place in a way i’ve never seen before. ”

@cauterisen

[danhang]

anyone: kageyama is so intimidating and mean :// meanwhile kageyama:

[danhang]

under the dim glow of the mog stop's lanterns, yuffie's energy is a stark contrast to the languid atmosphere. her enthusiasm bubbles forth, a vibrant stream of curiosity and playful intent. “ hey tifa! ” she exclaims, her tone a lively melody of mischief and sincerity, usual tactfulness swept away by the winds of impromptu bravado.

“ got a minute for a burning question? it's a juicy one! ” she leans in, “ so, spill it—got someone special? someone who sends your heart on a loop - de - loop? ” and she watches tifa closely, eager for any telltale sign of a secret crush hidden behind her always - composed façade.

but yuffie is all grins and winks, the embodiment of irrepressible curiosity. “ c'mon, you're always looking out for us, but what about what tifa wants? there's gotta be someone who flips your switch, right? ”

@lockedfighter

[danhang]

the night has draped its velvet shroud over the beach, and the gentle whisper of waves kissing the shore sets the rhythm of their secluded rendezvous. beside her, tidus sits, his silhouette painted against the moonlit sea, a picture of tranquil strength and unwavering support.

in this moment, the world beyond their little haven of sand and surf seems a distant memory, its trials and tribulations momentarily forgotten.

“ i never imagined a peace like this, ” yuna starts, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled between them, her voice barely a whisper over the symphony of the ocean. “ back when our journey began, every step was uncertain, every choice heavy with the weight of expectation. but here, with you, under the blanket of stars … it feels like i can breathe again. ”

turning to him, the moonlight catches in his eyes, offering a glimpse into the depth of his spirit—a well of strength, kindness, and an unspoken promise of unwavering loyalty. “ do you ever think about our future, tidus? about what lies beyond the battles? ”

@halchron

[danhang]

the rhythmic hum of the car engine and the soft glow of streetlights passing by form a soothing backdrop to her pre - show nerves. robin is dressed for the stage, but her mind is elsewhere, lost in a sea of unease as the city's lights streak past the window.

beside her, sunday sits with the confidence and calm that has always characterized him, especially in moments like these when her heart feels like it's caught in a storm.

she's been silent for too long, lost in my her thoughts, and she can feel sunday's concern even without looking at him. hidden within her bag, a letter lies secreted away, its destiny unsealed, awaiting the right moment for revelation..

his voice pulls her back from the edge of her anxiety, and robin finds herself speaking. “ i have this unsettling feeling in my gut. like something bad is going to happen tonight. ” saying it aloud doesn't relieve the dread; it makes it more real, more tangible.

@oneireth

[danhang]

taps mic ahem ahem, i have returned and would like to write you starters 💞 so like for a starter!

[danhang]

❝ i didn’t ask to be stuck with you. ❞ pouty hinata at kageyama

it's a lamentable predicament, an unexpected twist of fate that casts a pall over the two fledgling members of karasuno. trapped inadvertently within the confines of the sports equipment room, the atmosphere between the setter and his orange - haired counterpart grows increasingly frosty. his countenance mirrors the mood, bearing a grim expression: lips pressed into a tight line, downturned at the corners. “ for the record, i didn't ask to be stuck here with you, either. ” kageyama retorts, his tone tinged with acerbity as he folds his arms in a petulant display. “ how about you put your gigantic vocal cords to use and scream for help? someone's bound to hear your grating voice. ”

unprompted / @raytm

[danhang]

#𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐇 — a dream of a home you cannot return to, a home which might only exist in dreams ; the nostalgia, the 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, the grief for the places of your past.

an independent & selective hoyoverse multimuse centered around genshin impact and honkai star rail ft. 𝐃𝐑. 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎 from 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋. loved by layla ( 24, she/they ), and unaffiliated with all fandoms. please read carrd before interacting and following ♡ !

[danhang]

coming home to official art of 30 year old oikawa has me !!! so !! AAAAA man still living his happy volleyball life without marriage or anything ( no wedding ring 🥺 ) this guy is forever married to volleyball and still does the white knee pad thing

[danhang]

Persona 4 | Happy Belated Birthday Rise 6/1

[danhang]

she speaks of a figure tall and imposing, accompanied by a formidable hound, and aymeric's eyes flutter in mild astonishment. it should not have been a surprise, he realizes, that a woman of her grace would not journey alone. yet, as she describes this enigmatic companion, aymeric struggles to conjure an image fitting such a description, especially considering the difficulty she implies in remaining unnoticed. “ indeed, you are most welcome to lodge here as long as required. should any among the guard espy a tall gentleman accompanied by a substantial hound, they shall promptly apprise me. though our abode lies distant from your own, i trust your sojourn here shall prove pleasant. ” his smile, courteous and genuine, accompanies his words, lingering until they reach the inn he earlier mentioned. “ should you require anything at all, do not hesitate to inform me. it would be remiss of me to allow our esteemed guest from afar to want for aught. ”

eyes sparkle with gratitude. how lucky is she to have met with someone so kind & hospitable. she dares not to pry on the politics of why such a beautiful place should be closed off ⸻ though she did wonder. she was not a stranger to politics. perhaps outside territories were rather unkind; or unwelcome within these premises. something must have happened as it always does. but strangely enough does she find peace in this city. whatever it may be she cannot presume they were at fault.

❛ I would take you up on that. as much as I am enjoying it out here, I must say the cold is beginning to get to me. ❜

as he began his guidance, a thought crossed her mind. having been separated, she thought to find the nearest city to reunite with Clive & Torgal. but if the city were as closed off as he spoke of ⸻ maybe they got turned around?

❛ I have friends that I travel with. we seem to have gotten lost from one another. would they have been denied if they were not as subtle as I was? I suppose... a tall man with a large hound wouldn't have been able to sneak in as easily. I would say my stay is temporary at least until I find them. would that be alright? ❜

[danhang]

kageyama finds sugawara's tone oddly patronizing, a sentiment that lingers in the furrow of his brow and the downturn of his lips. gripping the volleyball tighter in his hand, he absorbs the boy's words, feeling the weight of his status as a newcomer, the outsider among them; he acknowledges his struggle to assimilate, recognizing that his demeanor may exacerbate his isolation. yet, kageyama remains steadfast in his identity. “ do you doubt my capability to contribute to the team? to lead it? ” he challenges, his voice carrying a hint of defiance. “ do you consider yourself superior to me? ”

[danhang]

the camp, while far from his accustomed luxuries, suffices for its purpose. anything surpasses the discomfort of sleeping on unforgiving branches amidst insects that crawl ceaselessly over his skin. in such moments, the prince longs for the comfort of his opulent bed and the familiar warmth of his chamber, the embrace of his home.

yet, time does not permit indulgence in such nostalgic reveries, not when confronted with fare that prompts his nose to crinkle in distaste. perhaps ignis has indulged him too generously with his culinary creations, spoiling his palate with the exquisite flavors reminiscent of castle feasts. zack's commentary does little to ameliorate his disdain for the meager provisions.

“ are you sure this is edible? ” he inquires, voicing his initial thought. his hands hover over the bowl, reluctant to subject his senses to its dubious aroma. “ i mean, it looks poisonous. ” he remarks with a pause, eyes fixed on zack. “ you. go ahead. take the first bite. i want to see if this stuff can really be eaten. ” though inwardly bracing for the prospect of digestive distress or worse.

"That right? They the sort of lot that get into trouble easily, or do they go lookin' for it? Whatever the case, if it's trouble they want, they need not look very far! It's usually around the next bend!" Now the severity of the trouble that awaited them all, that was up for interpretation. "There's not many people who venture this far into the woods. They'll definitely gain some attention."

Could be a good thing, if it was help they wanted. Could be a bad thing, if they were the sort that liked to stir shit. As much as they might want to press the buttons of those around them, sometimes it was easier to go with the flow, see where it all ended up.

If he had to guess, he would say they would lay low. At least, until they found their lost companion.

"Not much we can do if we can't keep the pace. So let's call it for a couple of hours, eh?" There weren't many places that were entirely appropriate to set up a makeshift camp, but Zack found one all the same. Clear of enough debris that they could sit without a twig [or worse] up their ass.

"Hey, Buddy, I got you covered, don't worry." From some compartment or another, he presented a whole slew of a feast. Not warm, not prepared as he might wish, but enough to sustain them! "Dried and salted to your hearts content~" He smirked. "Of course, you might not want to ask what they're made of, but it gets the job done."

[danhang]

she perceives him with unparalleled clarity, discerning the melancholy concealed within his gaze and the desolation echoed in his speech. she sees beyond the façade he presents to the world, penetrating the veil of his crafted persona for penacony and all its inhabitants. it grieves her deeply to witness the burdens he bears, knowing all too well that her solace and company can offer only limited respite amidst his trials. “ i have every faith in your ability to navigate these challenges, as you always have, dear brother, ” she tells him with heartfelt sincerity, her touch gentle upon his shoulder as she offers a tender squeeze. “ yet, promise me you won't neglect your own well - being in the process? it's important. how could penacony thrive if you were to falter from overexertion? and how could i endure the thought of you toiling into illness and infirmity? ”