#𓆩⟡𓆪 “ the stars were the question … i was the answer | ANSWERED.

[prtector]

“Taric, my dude—can you give me hair tips???”

the  aspect’s  gaze  is  fixated  on  his  own  cup  of  wine  ,  that  had  seemingly  gone  flat  with  the  amount  of  time  he’s  stared  at  it  .  though  it  was  really  just  an  excuse  to  blend  in  ,  so  he  would  stay  seated  a  while  longer  .  listening  to  the  locals  gossip  over  their  tankards  ,  more  reliable  than  any  scout  or  informant  .  the  soft  pitch  of  a  bard  strumming  away  from  the  corner  of  his  eye  .  a  voice  pipes  up  as  a  far  too  full  cup  is  to  be  placed  so  precariously  to  his  worn  brown  textiles  .  taric  picks  it  up  &  sniffs  [  ;  ]  the  bouquet  was  smooth  ,  robust  ,  &  not  entirely  inexpensive  .  but  he  could  barter  a  gem  or  two  that  people  would  be  just  a  tad  mindless  enough  to  take  a  swig  .

his  brick  -  like  jaw  wanes  in  its  strained  clenched  grip  upon  teeth  ,  pearling  to  the  visible  eye  as  a  weak  laugh  bubbles  up  from  his  throat  .  ❝  it’s  good  to  see  you  too  ,  ezreal  .  ❞  there’s  a  moment  of  silence  as  he  could  faintly  infer  the  shuffling  of  patrons  finding  their  seats  .  his  eyes  slowly  gazed  up  at  ezreal  ,  who  leaned  against  the  wooden  table  he  was  momentarily  occupying  .  ❝  hair  tips  ?  ❞  he  repeats  without  haste  .  he  thumbs  the  rim  of  his  cup  thoughtfully  before  setting  it  down  ,  giving  ezreal  a  heady  stare  of  amusement  .

❝  you  could  call  it  a  cosmic  blowout  .  just  take  care  of  yourself  ,  &  your  body  will  return  it  in  full  .  ❞  taric  spoke  slowly  ,  carefully  ,  teeth  finding  every  syllable  ,  teasing  every  distinct  sound  of  each  word  to  it’s  last  tactful  letter  .  &  he  wasn’t  subtle  as  he  appraised  ezreal  with  violet  cerulean  eyes  .  ❝  but  i  would  fail  to  see  the  point  if  you  just  keep  throwing  yourself  in  danger  like  that  .  you  are  a  precious  thing  to  me  ,  as  is  the  life  you  dwell  among  .  ❞

[maaarshieee]

HEYYYY HOW ARE UU??

scaramouche for COMING HOME AHAJAJSH imagine his annoyance

-weekly anon

✩‧₊˚ COMING HOME ✧.*

𓆩✧𓆪 Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche/Wanderer x Gn!Reader ࿐

𓆩✧𓆪 1.ok words ┊ Reverse hurt/comfort ࿐

𓆩✧𓆪 Event post | Event Masterlist ࿐

message from the stars ☆༉

WEEKLY ANON OMG HI!! TY FOR PARTICIPATING! missing you <333 ive been doing great!! im very excited for his event ^^ you're the first to send a request AHHAHSHSA,,not me thinking what to write when i have exams AGAIN next week <3 hope you like this!! have a good day/night! also this... went on a diff direction than i intended... manifesting for everyone who wants wanderer to get him!! good luck <33

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ cw: brief mentions of being stuck in a void so kuni panics a bit and gets rlly angry

To reach beyond the stars, past Celestia, was impossible for the Wanderer.

He may have received an Anemo Vision, but it is not enough to break the barrier that separates him from the world that resides behind it, a world where you existed. Every time he looks above the skies at times when you were idle, murmuring softly to his ears yet your will for him to do anything, such as fighting Hilichurls or completing commissions, doesn't take over, allowing him to do whatever he'd like, he would be thinking about you.

What do you look like? Are you perhaps taller? Or shorter than him? What is the complexion of your skin? The colors of your eyes? The length of your hair? He yearns for answers to questions that will never be heard, all because his voice could never reach above the stars. Just who is the person that owns the soothing voice that only speaks to him?

The voice that comes and goes like him, like the wind. A gentle breeze that makes his hair flutter, kissing his skin and slipping past his fingertips. A voice that one day appeared during his endeavors in Mondstadt, which was odd since it was during his first meeting with the Honorary Knight of the Knights of Favonious, the Traveler, and hasn't left him ever since.

Then, when he awoke from his slumber after being defeated by the Traveler and was finally free from the restraint of his past, your voice grew louder. And oh, how melodious it was to his ears. You sang nothing but praises and encouragement as he used Anemo to take down his enemies, spoiling him with luck and guidance to achieve greater strengths he could have never acquired before without you.

With a hand outstretched toward the stars he once admired, forever twinkling in the vast and infinite darkness of space, forming shapes to lead those who are lost back into the path they strayed from, he wishes upon a shooting star; to give him a chance.

A chance to get to know you, to see your face... or at least know the name of the person who spoke nothing but promises of loyalty and adoration. If only...

Closing his hand into a fist, Kunikuzushi continued on his path, figures of the little fae named Paimon, and the Traveler, not too far away from him. Both waved at him, yelling at him to hurry up.

He scoffed, but he can't bring himself to stop the growing smile on his lips.

As Scaramouche, he would've loathed you more. For being so damn unreachable, for making him crave a feeling he's only felt from you, for not hearing his words. But now, as the Wanderer? A free man?

Well, he could only hope. Hope that one day, in his travels around Teyvat as his new self, he could reach you.

The last thing the Wanderer could remember was a bright, empty flash of white.

His memories were blurry beforehand, but he was definitely sure that he, the Traveler, and Paimon visited Nahida before moving onwards to Fontaine.

Now, he was stuck in an empty void of white. No sound could be heard, nor feel a molecule of air. Gravity, time, space— it was as if everything that existed ceased to exist.

But what scared him the most? You disappeared. The sense of serenity that would follow him no matter where he went had vanished, as if the string that tied you both together has been severed.

So he shed tears like never before. Tears wet his clothing, streaming down his cheeks, all the way to his chin. He wailed though there was no one to hear his misery.

Yet another betrayal.

How foolish of him to trust you— a mere faceless, disembodied voice that appeared out of nowhere and clung to him like a bothersome insect that refused to drift away.

Lies. Your words were nothing but lies, pouring into his hollow body and waiting to topple over, just waiting for him to realize that it was nothing but filth that came from your invisible lips.

Yet try as he might, tears endlessly flowed. No matter how hard he wiped them away, or quiet himself from screaming once more, he continued to lament the loss of everything he knew of. Stuck in a void, he grits his teeth as he began to choke on his own cries, clutching his hat so hard it almost breaks.

He was too caught up in his grief that he hadn't realized that his surroundings gradually formed. What once an empty space of nothingness, turned into a... room? Filled with foreign objects, never to be seen in Teyvat.

Only when he heard a silent call of his name, accompanied by a breathless gasp and the loud shattering of a glass object, splashes of water reaching his porcelain skin, was he snapped out of his pain-stricken stupor.

"Scaramouche?"

Similar to the first time he's heard your voice, something in his chest thrummed, as if he had a heart. Though his vision was blurry from his tears, he couldn't help but let out another sob as he finally laid his eyes on you.

So, it wasn't betrayal, wasn't it?

Even in a confused state, you were quick to respond. Getting down on your knees whilst he crumpled to the ground, you brushed your fingers against his cheek, wiping away his tears, but then flinched back. Perhaps you've realized who he was, for he was sure that you knew him a lot, maybe even more than himself.

Scaramouche. Kunikuzushi. Wanderer. The person you've guided in countless adventures, cheered him on in numerous battles and favored him even if he was stained with unsightly vile. A puppet.

When Scaramouche grabbed your wrist, gentle and cautious not to hurt you, he let out a desperate whimper for your touch. He couldn't bring himself to speak, voice broken from hours and hours of cries that were swallowed in the void. But he pulled you close, to feel more of your serene presence, to finally experience the warmth you gave from your voice up close.

And it only felt natural when you wrapped your arms around him, stroking his hair and cooing in his ear. He wept for god knows how long on your shoulder, but you hadn't minded. You never did, you always cared for him so much.

Even if you're mere strangers, even if this was your first meeting... Being in each other's arms only felt natural.

Not when you've yearned for one another across the barrier that separated you.

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Weekly Tarot!  Jan 30 - Feb 05, 2023

Card of the Week: The World and 2 of Cups ✧☾゜・。

This week’s theme is beautiful symbiosis.

⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆ No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true. ⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆

After days of hard work and heartache, we may come home tired with not much hope of our future getting better. We may sometimes look at the moon and the bright stars and, after making an honest wish, feel silly for dreaming the same way we did when we were kids. Well, I’ve come as a messenger of good news, for the shining sky has heard your silent wishes and is now delivering them sweetly along with a kiss in the forehead.

The World and the 2 of Cups describing this weeks energy tells us that ahead of us is a time of happiness, success and pleasure. While not necessarily calm, this are the cards that herald the attainment of our goals, bringing triumph at your doorstep… if you’re willing to answer the door. It is said that the reason a siren’s song was so deadly was because it described perfectly what your heart most desired, so the question of this week is: what would that song sound to you? And if you got to finally hear it, would you follow its sweet lullaby or let the opportunity pass you by?

This week we are being asked to go with the flow, to allow ourselves to drown in the sweetness of the endless possibilities that lie ahead of us and trust with our whole hearts that everything is going to be alright. However, the 2 of Cups tells us that our way to success can be achieved through connections and reconciliations:

In the workplace, these cards tell us that through partnership you may achieve blossoming success. 

In love, the cards speak of a connection so strong and pure that it seemed to be paired by Venus herself. 

And if you’re just trying to focus on some inner work and healing, then the cards speak of a final reconciliation that brings lasting harmony and love where it once was filled with pain.

In whichever path you seem to be at the moment, this week we are being asked to keep dreaming and stay with high hopes at all times, for the universe is now telling us that our dreams are soon to come true. Maybe while opening the door for these blessings to come, we get to realize that all our fear and anxiety was useless, for these divine gifts were always meant to be at our side.

The week starts with moon in Krittika. The moon at the birth of the sun and the beginning of the masculine principle makes today and the rest of the week especially good for ancestral veneration, learning any type of knowledge, but above all to act aligned with our personal truth! This moon gives us the enough determination and fire to attain whatever our soul desires.

☾ Blessings: Success and happiness in any area! As long as you decide to stay positive and trust that the universe is working in your favor, blessings will appear before you nonstop.

☾ Warnings: Envy. Being successful and shining with confidence can make other people jealous, however, if you don’t pay attention to that then you’ll be fine.

☾ Random messages/tips:

The whole reading I had Aurora’s harmonization from Sleeping Beauty playing in my head, and if that doesn’t tell you how much of a good week its going to be then I don’t know what is lmao.

Don’t hold back, go all in.

Owls and a lot of imagery from the forest came to mind, maybe some of you need to ground yourselves with nature to bring more abundance into your life and take owl imagery as a sign.

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Don’t play attention to insecurities and fear this week, they are your biggest enemies.

This week genuinely gives the energy of Aurora frolicking in the forest while she sings with her animal friends. Enjoy!

[randominternetartist]

Of the Fae - The Too Long Setup

Thank you Mystical and Angel for beta-reading this!

Read on AO3

She takes another step towards him. “Tommy, what if you find a faerie?” she says. That is... a good point. Faeries were very dangerous. Mom told him so. She even had a mark to prove it! Tommy pauses, then steps towards his mother. A pang of loss passes through him. He really wanted to explore the woods. He looks back. Another time, he tells it, and walks back to the house.

∘₊✧ : – ⭒ 𓆩✦𓆪 ⭒ – : ✧₊∘

The soft glow of twilight flows through the window, chasing away the darkness of night and proclaiming the coming of sunrise. The birds sing, rousing from their sleep, waiting for the crack of dawn, and a boy rises with them.

A sigh leaves his lips, sealing his fate to awaken. His consciousness flickers from dreams to reality and back to the dream realm. Yet slowly, but surely it lingers longer and longer in the real world as the boy’s eyes flutter open.

Tommy stares at the ceiling, mind filled with a sleepy haze.

Today is important. That is a fact.

A question echoes through the fog in his head.

He blinks. The echo grows, set on the path of leaving behind such a title.

His gaze shifts. No longer an echo, the question takes form. Why is today important?

Yet the answer is still deep in the mist, far from his reach.

He sits up and looks out the window where blues, reds, and golds paint a royal dawn littered with soft pink clouds.

He opens the window, sliding it aside and allowing a small breeze to rush into the room. It ruffles his hair and tickles his face. A ray of sunlight creeps between the mountains, and Tommy squints as he brings his hand up, blocking it.

Little by little, he takes his hand away until nothing obstructs his vision of the light of the burning fire crawling up the horizon. Tommy watches it with wide eyes as the star consumes his vision.

It’s his tenth birthday.

It feels significant, like the clockwork of destiny was set in motion by that simple fact. Understanding floods his mind and shifts his vision until the world snaps into place. Something important has changed.

A bird calls, and Tommy snaps his gaze to look at it. A raven takes off from a nearby roof, rising towards the sky with black wings flapping beside it, and flies to the forest, disappearing into the trees.

Tommy wants to follow it into the woods, explore the paths and greenery, meet the animals who call that place home. He wants to disappear into the treeline just like the raven did, and not come back until he knows every leaf and sound like the back of his hand. He wants to go into the woods.

He pushes off the bed.

Mischievousness surges in his chest, and adrenaline spikes in his body. He needs to be silent, silent as a mouse, so mother doesn’t wake up, he doesn’t get caught, and he can make it to the forest. And yet, every footfall, every creak of the wood, every brush of fingers against the wall sounds louder than a scream as he makes his way through the house.

He grins and walks towards the door, turning the knob and stepping outside.

The cool morning air nips at his skin. Beads of dew sit on the blades of grass, shining like jewels when sunlight hits them, shimmering and sparkling as Tommy moves through the field.

“Tommy! What are you doing ?”

A voice snaps him back to reality and he turns around. His mother is standing in the open doorway, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Tommy, get out of there! The woods are dangerous, come back home,” she yells, and he looks to the treeline, just a few meters away.

“But I’m a big man, mom! I can handle the woods,” he says, indignant she doubted his abilities. He was ten now! He’d send all the monsters running with their tails between their legs.

She takes another step towards him. “Tommy, what if you find a faerie?” she says.

That is… a good point. Faeries were very dangerous. Mom told him so. She even had a mark to prove it!

Tommy pauses, then steps towards his mother. A pang of loss passes through him. He really wanted to explore the woods.

He looks back. Another time, he tells it, and walks back to the house.

His mother embraces him, burying her face in his hair and telling him how worried she was when she didn’t find him in bed, and each word replaced more of his mischievous excitement with guilt and shame. “And when I saw you so close to the woods, oh Tommy, I thought I’d die of fright!”

He wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry”

“Oh, my child, I’m so glad you’re alright.” She kisses the top of his head and pulls away. “Come inside now, today is a special day after all, and I wanted to make a surprise for you!”

The surprise is making sweetbread with her, even though sugar costs a lot of gold. They laugh over a spoiled egg, and Tommy is extra careful when handling the sugar. And once they’re finished, Tommy swears it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever had.

“Can you pick a few carrots and potatoes while I go into town?”

“Yeah! I’m a big man now! I can even handle all the animals!” Tommy says, voice full of determination.

“I should be back in an hour or two, my sweet,” she says, opening the door and stepping outside. She pauses and looks back. “And remember not to go into the forest.” She smiles and waves a farewell before closing the door.

Tommy springs into action and runs towards the back of the house. He feeds the chickens, checks for eggs, waters the garden, and picks out the plants worth collecting. He looks for the best carrots and potatoes he can find and whatever else either seems to be ready for picking or looks about to go bad. He also sneaks into the neighbours yard to steal an apple or two.

He brings in all the fruits, eggs, and vegetables and washes them on the bucket before placing them on the table.

When he’s done, his mother still isn’t back. Worry creeps into his mind. Maybe she just got caught up with something. Or maybe he’s so fast it hasn’t even been an hour! Yeah, Tommy likes that last thought.

He looks out the window. Still no sign of her.

Then his gaze drifts to the woods. He knows it’s dangerous, and that mom doesn’t want him there because he might get lost.

What if he just walked in a straight line? Then he could just turn around when he felt like it and he’d find his way home! Besides, what are the actual chances he’ll just encounter a faery in a random stroll through the woods? Little to none is what they are!

And so, with newfound courage and determination, Tommy sets off towards the forest.

∘₊✧ : – ⭒ 𓆩✦𓆪 ⭒ – : ✧₊∘

A golden thread wraps itself around the boy in loose and lazy circles.

That poor woman. Maybe she didn’t deserve such a fate, but then again, she also shouldn’t have taken what’s his, much less try to keep it away from him for so long.

But now, as he watches the newly reformed thread lead his sunshine into his domain and he smiles, knowing her debt will finally be paid and he will receive what’s rightfully his.

∘₊✧ : – ⭒ 𓆩✦𓆪 ⭒ – : ✧₊∘

Tommy walked in a straight line, he swears he did! But now he’s gotten all turned around trying to find his way home and he doesn’t know where he is.

He feels tears fall from his eyes. How did he get turned around? Maybe he walked forward longer than he realized and he turned away too soon. It’s a useless thought, meant to bring nothing but false comfort. He doesn’t even know which way he was originally walking in.

He’s lost.

He got lost in the woods and now he’ll never find his way home.

Tommy’s knees hit the floor as more tears fall from his eyes and his stomach grumbles with hunger.. Why did he even go to the woods in the first place! It was a stupid idea, mom had told him to stay away, and she told him about all the bad things that happen to kids when they run off on their own to the forest.

A branch snaps behind him.

Tommy cries harder. It’s an animal and it’s going to kill him. It’s going to tear him to shreds and feed his meat to its children.

“What are you crying for, kid?” A deep, rumbling voice interrupts his thoughts.

Tommy pauses, then slowly tilts his head to the side.

There is a large man crouching beside him. His long, braided pink hair falls over one of his shoulders. He’s wearing brown leather boots, black trousers, and a white poet’s shirt.

“I- I-” Tommy hiccups, “’m l-lo-st.” The words are impossible to understand between the loud sobs, but the man seems to understand them anyway.

“You’re lost?” The man repeats the question.

Tommy nods.

“Do you know which direction you came from?” 

Tommy shakes his head.

The man huffs, then looks up. “It’s getting late," he says, and Tommy notices how dark it is. The light of the Sun has long since faded and now all that's left is the dark and saturated blues of the sunset.

Tommy cries harder.

A warm hand lands on his back. “Would you like to stay at my place for the night? We’ll search for your mother tomorrow.”

Tommy pauses and stares at him for some moments before nodding his head.

“Come on, then, runt.” The man gets up and Tommy follows him over the line of mushrooms that's been obscured by the forest floor.

[seraphiism]

akaashi and ' like the moon and the stars / perhaps we were destined to be together ' ?

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫

( like the moon & the stars perhaps we were destined to be together. )

chara : keiji akaashi fandom : haikyuu!! a/n : prompt post ( x )

akaashi learns that bokuto, more often than not, likes to have an existential crisis about halfway through each semester ( around midterms, he guesses, which makes more sense now that he thinks about it ). cue the 3am talks about life and the future, the end of the world, and what the game plan is if the zombie apocalypse happens. it's usually nonsense, but that doesn't stop him from humoring his best friend's thoughts.

truthfully, he thinks about such things as well. when bokuto goes into the more philosophical phase of his crisis, mentioning the woes of destiny and fate, akaashi finds that his mind wanders farther than he'd like it to. in those nights where he cannot seem to find comfort in oblivion, he falls into a disruptive slumber, as if searching for answers in his dreams.

"i have a question." he starts out one night. your head on his arm, bodies side by side on the picnic blanket you've had since childhood. it does little for you now, edges worn and tattered, but nostalgia has always gotten the best of you.

he's normally one to just ask rather than dance around formalities, but you don't think much of that right now. it's the wistful expression he holds as he looks at the night sky, and you wonder if he remembers all the constellations you've always pointed out over the years.

"okay."

"destiny--" the word comes out quieter than intended; you strain to hear him clearly. "what do you think about it?" a pause. reluctance. "does it fall in line with love?"

you stay silent for longer than he'd like. he thinks to dismiss the thought, tell you to ignore him and that he's tired and his mind is running on fumes. you are unsure of what to say.

you count the stars, infinite and growing in brilliance and numbers. how strange that beautiful beings have long passed.

"i think destiny is real, but i don't think everything is always meant to happen or already preemptively decided. some things, yeah." your fingers absentmindedly twirl the frayed blanket. "and maybe it could be destiny that keeps us connected, but it's up to us to find that love, right? like working things out even when it gets tough or when there's a separation."

you don't look at akaashi, but you can tell he's smiling.

"do you think we're destined for each other?"

"oh. you're asking me point blank."

"you don't have to answer."

"unfair. you already know what i'm going to say." you reply. the moon looks beautiful tonight, you think, at rest in a dark sky illuminated with stars. "we're destined for each other--" and you almost laugh at how ridiculously cheesy that sounds. akaashi feels warmer when you speak those words. closer, somehow. "and if we ended up at the opposite ends of the earth, we'd still find our way to each other and it wouldn't make any difference in the way we love, you know?"

"yeah." he answers, and the air is quiet again. "i know."

you turn slightly enough to face him, see your reflection in his gentle gaze. you look peaceful. you feel peaceful, your heart beating slowly and in rhythm with his.

you pinch his nose.

"you have to say it too! you can't just make me say all that embarrassing stuff and not say it back."

akaashi laughs. you love the sound of it.

"i think we're destined for each other, too."

[prtector]

[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) tell me more about this scar .. ( if you actually plan to go through with it )

the  curtains  of  dusk  waved  gaily  in  the  wind  ,  like  a  flag  being  marched  home  after  a  glorious  &  triumphant  battle  .  it  arched  over  the  golden  streaks  that  would  soon  be  put  to  slumber  .  targon  had  long  days  ,  no  matter  the  time  of  the  year  .  taric  stands  steadily  ,  a  hand  pressing  against  his  breast  .  his  seemingly  impression  of  a  genuine  simpering  yokel  —  could  not  shake  the  offset  of  a  frown  etching  into  the  targonian’s  face  .  a  flicker  ,  something  so  profound  ,  unreadable  ,  glinting  in  dull  intensity  of  something  behind  taric’s  eyes  ,  something  not  quite  as  gentle  as  his  understanding  smile  ,  but  it  was  fleeting  .

the  hand  saddles  against  the  fabric  of  his  blue  textile  [  ;  ]  tassels  loosening  as  brought  by  wide  muscle  drives  beyond  beneath  .  perhaps  it  was  a  glamor  ,  the  reverence  ,  an  appraisal  towards  a  high  being  ,  that  made  taric  feel  he  shouldn’t  be  looked  at  .  some  kind  of  lingering  effect  of  seeing  what  the  mundane  shouldn’t  .  perhaps  it  was  just  the  curious  targonian  air  ,  making  him  a  little  dizzy  by  the  ascent  ,  cold  &  thin  [  ;  ]  infused  with  the  latent  magical  fallout  spewing  from  his  beloved  mountain  .

❝  i’m  sorry  —  i’ve  might’ve  roosted  in  the  heights  longer  than  i’ve  thought  .  we  can  rest  as  soon  as  we  past  this  outcrop  .  ❞

his  hand  retracts  to  reveal  blood  imprinted  like  the  blots  of  ink  .  his  limpid  eyes  chasing  its  fresh  line  digging  into  the  cracks  of  his  cosmic  embedded  palm  .  the  violet  creates  a  magenta  hue  as  it  collides  with  the  red  .  taric  could  see  yone’s  figure  shift  among  the  ravine  ,  approaching  him  with  a  heady  stare  of  ferocity  .  he  knew  this  look  [  ;  ]  something  he  could  faintly  recall  garen  giving  him  .

something  he’s  deduced  that  it’s  not  something  that  should  be  ignored  .

❝  very  well  .  the  cave  up  ahead  is  presently  unoccupied  ,  just  stay  on  this  side  of  the  stalagmites  ,  please  .  ❞

the  aspect  strides  inside  ,  avoiding  the  toothy  jutting  edges  of  rock  .  the  floor  mercifully  damp  -  free  as  he  sits  himself  down  .  the  tassels  of  his  tunic  fully  pulled  back  ,  rolls  lazily  donning  against  lightly  -  haired  breasts  .  his  fingers  kneaded  the  receptors  that  covered  his  body  head  to  toe  ,  his  body  pulling  a  sigh  from  star  -  kissed  lips  .  ❝  i  might’ve  gone  a  bit  too  far  .  a  trait  of  a  demacian  ,  right  ?  it  seems  to  be  a  bite  ,  nothing  you  should  worry  about  .  after  all  [  ...  ]  this  is  something  i’ve  been  bargaining  for  in  exchange  for  warranting  a  power  equivalent  to  a  mage  .  ❞

if  he  was  in  pain  ,  the  aspect  didn’t  show  it  .  keeping  his  face  poised  &  full  of  certainty  .  affection  &  reassurance  .  taric  grunts  softly  ,  managing  to  press  his  naked  palm  more  firmly  against  the  open  gash  across  his  front  .  ❝  fighting  the  void  is  a  part  of  my  duties  as  this  world’s  protector  .  i  will  not  be  slain  so  easily  ,  not  even  against  the  creatures  of  the  void  .  ❞  his  palm  departs  ,  &  violet  starlight  entourages  in  place  of  the  wound  [  ;  ]  evident  facets  of  crystal  layering  over  his  vitals  .  taric  makes  a  sound  of  amusement  ,  hoping  he  can  indulge  yone’s  curiosity  .

❝  it’s  true  ,  you  ,  &  many  of  the  life  among  us  may  know  me  as  taric  .  but  the  stars  know  me  as  the  protector  ,  guardian  of  love  ,  life  ,  &  beauty  .  ❞  taric  relinquished  his  bloodied  hand  to  lie  limp  atop  his  lap  .  ❝  i  cherish  life  ,  but  beauty  is  worth  dying  for  .  if  it  means  keeping  you  breathing  &  full  of  valor  to  continue  your  work  .  i  see  it  all  ,  i  feel  it  all  ,  every  time  someone  is  touched  by  true  beauty  .  i  want  to  be  there  &  marvel  when  the  blood  of  an  azakana  is  slain  by  your  blade  ,  yone  .  ever  closer  to  your  goal  .  how  could  i  ever  scorn  that  ?  how  could  i  ever  regret  protecting  you  ?  if  i  did  not  have  my  own  patrons  to  care  for  ,  i  would  go  with  you  .  ❞  he  adjusts  slowly  against  the  walls  of  the  cave  ,  his  long  hair  pooling  over  his  shoulders  effortlessly  .

❝  if  it  means  getting  harmed  to  achieve  this  crystallized  beauty  ,  then  so  be  it  .  i  would  wager  this  might  be  a  permanent  scar  ,  its  taking  quite  a  bit  to  heal  [  ...  ]  but  fret  not  .  it  hasn’t  done  me  in  ,  so  put  yourself  at  ease  ,  my  friend  .  ❞  taric  gazes  up  at  yone  ,  gesturing  to  join  him  .  ❝  we’ve  already  traveled  quite  a  distance  from  the  foothills  .  i  think  it’s  time  we  rest  .  ❞

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what are taric's thoughts on j4 ? does / did he have much of a relationship with him ?

this  one  is  pretty  tricky  considering  the  timeline  of  taric’s  transition  from  a  knight  ,  awarded  to  him  ,  even  with  a  non  -  hereditary  title  by  the  sovereign  in  recognition  of  merit  or  service  to  demacia  ,  then  thrusted  into  the  hands  of  a  dauntless  vanguard  with  garen  crownguard  .  given  the  events  of  being  exiled  before  the  previous  king  had  been  murdered  &  jarvan  IV  took  his  place  .

it  would  be  interesting  if  there  was  a  relationship  before  jarvan  became  king  &  namely  during  his  time  as  a  vanguard  .  although  he  wasn’t  affiliated  with  the  force  strictly  meant  to  protect  royalty  ,  i’m  sure  taric  caught  glimpses  of  the  prince  jarvan  ,  but  never  really  went  out  of  his  way  of  speaking  directly  to  .  like  every  demacian  revering  citizen  ,  taric  was  meant  to  respect  those  higher  than  him  .

as  far  as  thoughts  go  ,  if  you  were  to  tell  taric  that  jarvan  had  fallen  in  love  with  a  mistress  of  dragon  descent  &  magical  abilities  ,  he  would  not  be  surprised  .

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can you tell us about taric's family ( biological and / or who he considers found family ) and his relationship with them ?

i’ve  actually  briefly  explained  this  last  year  ,  but  of  course  it’s  been  deleted  to  be  revamped  obviously  .  i’ll  use  this  as  an  excuse  to  expand  upon  .

given  the  lack  of  explanation  regarding  taric’s  pre  -  aspect  life  in  demacia  ,  all  we  know  is  that  taric  was  born  &  raised  there  ,  doesn’t  affiliate  with  a  high  noble  house  ,  &  was  associated  with  the  illustrious  crownguard  family  [  ;  ]  by  being  friends  with  the  then  child  garen  crownguard  .  became  a  knight  then  later  thrusted  into  the  rank  as  a  dauntless  vanguard  .

taric  is  a  demacian  born  citizen  ,  with  parents  who  had   background  in  militant  service  ,  but  favored  kings  &  banners  with  revered  respect  .  taric  was  naturally  taught  under  this  &  expected  to  grow  up  &  carry  on  the  demacian  tradition  .  i  would  like  to  think  being  affiliated  with  the  crownguard  family  helped  taric  boost  his  morale  in  becoming  a  knight  in  the  first  place  .  garen  was  his  biggest  supporter  in  that  aspect  .  with  the  appropriate  research  ,  the  title  of  a  knight  was  typically  bestowed  upon  young  men  from  noble  families  &  houses  ,  as  it  was  seen  as  a  prestigious  &  honorable  position  to  serve  the  king  .

taric  wasn’t  among  the  latter  of  having  a  noble  family  /  name  .  he  was  born  &  raised  by  parents  that  equally  admired  the  arts  &  did  as  what  a  demacian  should  .  there  were  exceptions  to  being  knighted  ,  &  in  some  cases  ,  ‘  commoners  ‘  who  showed  exceptional  bravery  or  skill  in  combat  were  also  knighted  [  ;  ]  taric  was  involved  with  garen  at  a  very  young  age  ,  being  taken  cared  of  even  by  garen’s  noble  -  foster  mother  until  the  age  of  seven  .  you  can  imagine  how  proud  his  parents  were  upon  the  news  garen  helped  levy  taric  to  a  place  of  high  ranking  ,  just  being  recognized  by  his  strength  alone  .

taric  very  much  considers  the  crownguard  house  as  his  found  family  [  ;  ]  they  helped  his  own  family  when  their  services  were  recognized  .  however  ,  this  goes  down  the  drain  the  day  garen  cuts  off  their  friendship  &  condemns  him  to  climb  a  treacherous  mountain  .  taric  still  keeps  in  contact  with  his  original  biological  parents  ,  though  through  the  stars  ,  whereas  he  can  watch  from  his  place  upon  the  mountain  .

taric  is  posted  to  protect  the  world  &  everything  in  it  ,  so  in  a  way  ,  you  can  technically  say  he’s  found  family  in  the  world  &  life  itself  .  but  emotionally  ,  it  still  lies  with  the  crownguards  &  even  the  targonian  aspect  that  uses  him  as  a  vessel  . 

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𓆩⟡𓆪 `` the mountain showed me my path | SELF - PROMO.

𓆩⟡𓆪 `` easy on the eyes ? don't i know it | PROMO.

𓆩⟡𓆪 `` we see beauty in the stars &. they see beauty in us | IN CHARACTER - TARIC.

𓆩⟡𓆪 `` each life is a rare jewel | MUN SPEAKS.

𓆩⟡𓆪 `` my heart is filled with starlight … i give it freely to all | HEAD-CANON / STUDY.

𓆩⟡𓆪 `` why is it always the ugly ones | MEMES.

𓆩⟡𓆪 `` the stars were the question … i was the answer | ANSWERED.

𓆩⟡𓆪 `` true gems sparkle even in the absence of light | MUSINGS.

𓆩⟡𓆪 `` the shield of valoran | VISUALS.