#;; rising sun (visage)

[hirak0s]

[spiteriisen]

tag drop ; isande.

( even scorched by fires of war ; i will fly on wings of my own making. ✧ ic. ) isande. ( gold as the rising sun ; she holds her shield aloft to greet the dawn. ✧ visage. ) isande. ( what good is any faith if in yourself you hold none ; be your own devotee. ✧ isms. ) isande. ( through shade & sleet-- through all winter's wrath ; the thistle maid blooms in xanntash. ✧ aesthetic. ) isande. ( born in the dark but her heart never beat ; not 'til light touched her face was she truly complete. ✧ lore. ) isande.

( a message to all the holy temples dedicated to me ; you all really make up any shit huh. ✧ crack. ) isande. ( do not follow me-- do not pray ; choose to walk alongside me and i will stay. ✧ game shenanigans. ) isande.

connections ;

( i'd trade all tales human & divine to turn back time ; for song in your smile & light in your eyes. ✧ isande & finnegan. ) passionfell. ( you seek no god & i never sought to be one ; not demanding or bestowing-- i am asking for a champion. ✧ isande & ankita. ) passionfell. ( you can't wield a sword for me-- i don't carry one ; pledge oath to you & let blind faith be gone. ✧ isande & alwin. ) risingretribution.

[pyrrhicmessiah]

𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕟 edits 18 / ?

[sarastuss]

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[dxvotionis]

Name | Asahi sas Brutus Formerly | Asahi Naeuri Occupation | Tribunus of the XIIth Legion, Ambassador plenipotentiary of Garlemald. Age | 27 Gender | Male; He/Him Species | Hyur Loyal to | Garlemald, Zenos yae Glavus, the Populares

Asahi Naeuri was born as the sole child and heir of House Naeuri; though his cousin Yotsuyu had been taken in by his parents before his birth and so he grew up seeing her as a sister. He was raised believing he was special; his parents' golden child. He spent his days training in combat and studying history. When he was seven, he was sold to the Empire and sent away for education. He still thought he was special. He learned quickly that he wasn't. Studying in Garlemald, he quickly came to realise that his parents opinions of him were not shared by others. Even after he had properly joined the military. He was nothing. He was just another Doman conscript not worth a second glance. Skill didn’t matter next to his blood. It seemed that his parents had actually believed that he would climb quickly through the ranks - believing whatever they had been told when he was but a child. They never told him that they were disappointed. But he knew it. And he did try, so hard, to be that perfect son he had always been. In joining the military properly, Asahi was sponsored by Vita mal Brutus, a doctor and the sole member of House Brutus. He took his name and dedicated himself completely to Garlemald. During Doma's fight for their independence, Asahi saw clearly what Domans thought of him. They had no qualms attempting to kill him, with utter hatred for him - even if he'd never had a choice in who he fought for. They almost succeeded in killing him; he was saved by Zenos yae Galvus and quickly became infatuated with him.

Verse | Main Stormblood, includes anything up until Asahi's death.

Verse | Survival While his wounds were not quite fatal, they would put him out of commission for quite a while. Things carry out the same as canon - with Asahi so severely injured, Maxima steps in to lead the rest of the mission and salvage the prisoner exchange. They intend to take Asahi back to Galemald with them but when they’re shot down, they realise they won’t be allowed back in the Empire. The realisation hits Asahi hard. Still incredibly weak, he had little choice but to follow the Shadowhunter. As soon as they reach civilisation, he separates from the rest of them. With the realisation that he can’t go home, he slowly returns to Yanxia. While Fandaniel does not have a body to take, he still recreates Asahi’s visage to steal his identity and ruin the Populares more completely. Asahi hates him.

[legends-and-savages]

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[trojancapta11n]

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# ☼   ▏❛ you are sunshine in human form — visage

 #☼   ▏ ❛ you are the sun; you heal; you burn — aesthetic

 #☼   ▏❛ the sun in his smile; the fire in his eyes — musings

 #☼   ▏ ❛ palmam qui meruit ferat — usc trojans

 #☼   ▏ ❛ stay close to people who feel like sunlight — catalina alvarez & laila dermott

 #☼   ▏ ❛ change can be sunshine if you let it in — jean moreau

 #☼   ▏ ❛ create your own sunshine — memes

 #☼   ▏ ❛ if you can't find the sunshine; be the sunshine — wishlist

 #☼   ▏ ❛ sun will rise again and we will try again — ic

 #☼   ▏ ❛ this is your local smol speaking — ooc

[unluckyborn]

Character Tag Drop → Prudence Winslow

[astoldbymarie]

Character Tag Drop → Prudence Winslow

[hrrisn]

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[gcdwinged]

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#* ic    /    all things must die.

#* aesthetic    /    defy the force that drags them all to heel.

#* musings    /    whispers from mother.

#* character study    /    beneath the legend is a longing.

#* visage    /    alone as a god.

#* dyn. sephiroth & aerith    /    we cast darker shadows with stronger light.

#* dyn. sephiroth & cloud    /    what you are without me? what am i without you?

#* verse: final fantasy vii    /    ruination to all.

#* verse: crisis core    /    the one who remains shall become a hero.

.#* verse: kingdom hearts    /    in the heart of darkness.

#* verse: remake    /    the sun rising on a rebirth.

#* verse: advent children / i send the pestilence and plague.

[warwicked]

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[fxrina]

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[solitudesandsymphonies]

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[endtiimes]

sherry tags!

♪ — open the walls‚ play with your dolls. ﹝ .sherry ﹞ ♪ — remember the sun will rise. ﹝ .sherry / musings ﹞ ♪ — we'll be a perfect family. ﹝ .sherry / visage ﹞ ♪ — fill the empty space with empty faith. ﹝ .sherry / aesthetics ﹞ ♪ — tell me who threw your chance away? ﹝ .sherry / hcs ﹞

♪ — stop looking for light‚ live it instead. ﹝ .sherry / main ﹞

[vagabond-umlaut]

tryst, too tempest

Icarus fell for loving the Sun.

You will, for loving your lover.

▸ trueform!sukuna x wife!reader; 1.1k wc; comprises of elements inspired by the tale of 'hades and persephone' & 'fall of icarus'; warning: sukuna is sukuna, so expect the expected [mentions of violence, murder, cannibalism]; warning 2.0: the reader is not very keen to leave or not love her husband; uraume is the BEST WINGPERSON none of you two ever deserved but still got; FLUFF & ANGST & A MADLY DEVOTED LOVE YOU AND SUKUNA FEEL FOR EACH OTHER

▸ belongs to the series 'mine? yes, mine.' – same universe as the work 'six seeds, like rubies...' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Foul winds howl through the land, the first year of your life as one Ryomen Sukuna's wife.

Servants cower before you the moment your shadow falls within their field of vision, yet their gaze stays steeped in pity and envy the entire time it remains trained on your feet. Grocers mumble to one another, eyes looking away when you move to look at the things in their shops. Even the very flora and fauna, you loved so much growing up, writing poems on them from the day you knew how to pen a poem– even the same flora and fauna feels so foreign to you—

"You do realize your importance to Master, don't you?"

Uraume's quiet question floats in through your thoughts, much akin a gentle breeze creating small ripples over the water surface. You smile. "Given how I haven't been eaten by him or sent to be murdered by his subordinate curses, I think I do."

Emotion, too similar to humor, flits across the mien of your husband's loyal follower — you decide not to think much of it. Too many days of having only them as someone to speak to, outside of requesting for a second serving of the soup or asking for the cost of yukata, has led to you imagining a smile on a person who is famous for their poker face. Shaking your head, you return to your poems, the quill fluttering over the roll of parchment you found lying at the breakfast today morning, and let out a content sigh — only for your peace of mind to be broken by the bursting of a guard into the garden, appearing too terrorstruck to utter a single coherent word.

It takes you nothing save one glance, moving from him to Uraume to your ink-stained fingers, before you find yourself keeping the papers on the ground beside and rising, feet breaking into a hasty giddy run down the corridors of the palace to the throne room where, certainly enough–

"I was under the impression you've run away in the extra while I spent sleeping, wife."

The world around you comes to a dead stop as the visage of Sukuna comes into your line of sight; you feel your heart skip two beats then begin a thundering rhythm against your ribcage.

Four years ago, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have given them a second of your time before walking away with a polite excuse.

One year before, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have huffed a quiet laugh. The first two have already come to pass (with too many lives lost and too many lives threatened) — yet the very last prediction? You would have considered it to be highly improbable, if not outright impossible.

Yet, now, if someone were to tell you the same three things, you think you wouldn't have shown much of a reaction. You would have simply turned to that 'someone' mentioned in the prediction, and gazed and gazed and gazed–

"I left the roll of parchment you bought for Mistress at the breakfast table, just as you asked, Master," Uraume's voice cuts your thoughts into half and you twist to catch them offer you both a very deep bow before hurrying out, to the left towards the kitchen, four baskets full of radishes in their arms.

You look back at your husband, only to find him seated stiffly on his throne, eyes landing anywhere but you. Stifling a giggle, you tilt your head to the side.

"Why do you act so embarrassed, my king?" you ask, stepping a timid step towards him, then another. Gleaming ruby eyes dart to your face then to your approaching feet. Something tingles through your veins. Climbing the stairs leading to him, you hum, smiling, "I don't think it's embarrassing – quite the opposite, in fact. To me, giving one's wife a thoughtful gift as that... it seems quite adorable to me."

"Be careful of your words, woman," the King of Curses growls, rising and taking a large menacing step in your direction; your smile grows intentionally too innocent, which does apparently nothing to quell his increasing fury: the precise outcome you've been wishing so fervently for.

He pulls you by the waist, flush to himself and lowers his lips close to yours, tantalizingly so. He smells very strongly of those bath salts you bought from a travelling merchant three moons back; faintly of blood and death, of the priest he diced last night after dinner — you wonder if you're worthy to be called a human, after finding the curse you have sworn yourself to forever, so terribly dear despite these.

Certainly not — but you reckon you're too far gone to care anyways, so you stop wondering such things – and lift yourself on your tiptoes to brush your lips with your husband's, then pull away a touch, words leaving your lips in a breathy whisper.

"What if I'm not careful with my words? What will you do then, hm? Will you devour me like the monster everyone says you are? Or, will you throw me away like everyone warns me you will one day– when you find someone prettier, smarter, better than me, huh?"

Two moments pass in pin-drop silence between the two of you.

Barking a noisy guffaw, Sukuna weaves his fingers through your hair, still damp from the bath you took a short time ago, and plants a deep kiss to your lips. Then parts his lips from yours, although a mere hair's breadth away, and grins, features teeming with that exotic species of malevolence you never saw yourself regarding to be charming.

Until your gaze met with his, one fated evening, that is.

Your nails dig crescents into the broad muscles of his shoulders.

Your lover's grin sharpens. "Let time tell the tale— yes, my queen?"

The next morning, you find a dozen or so heads waiting for you at the breakfast table, severed by a neat slice at the root of their neck– eyes and mouths which once looked down on your wedding with the King, frozen forever now in a scream of terror.

Forsaking the wonted theme of nature, you decide to pen a poem on scathing, soothing love, instead.

or... everyone: your husband is a despicable monster!!! you: uh-huh everyone: he might leave you for someone better!!! you: uh-huh everyone: you better not stay in this union anymore. you: nuh-nuh. i'm so gonna stay and love and fuck my hubby <3

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