#🏮 no hands all heart

[or0ch1maru]

can i request the akatsuki members reaction to the reader wearing a prosthetic mask and having burn scars under it? (like sally face lol)

Omg this yes

The akatsuki has seen and been through A LOT. They may be hardened criminals but they would also be the most understanding about pretty much everything. They would just show it differently.

🏮Tobi:

•I feel like he’d be the most understanding since he wears one for similar reasons. He would never pressure you to remove your mask or show your face. He’d be so patient about it too, even if that meant waiting years.

•when the time comes when you feel comfortable enough to show him, he’d look at you with pride. I could see him gently caressing your scars and telling you how proud he is of you and that you’re so beautiful/ handsome.

•Tobi would never hesitate to show you how much he cares/loves you. Especially if he knows you’re feeling a little insecure. Would plaster your scars with kisses and gentle touches. He would also go out and buy you creams, whether it’s scar cream, or just regular moisturizer. Tobi would take his time massaging it into your skin, not missing a spot.

•he would offer his mask to you(if yours broke or it didn’t feel comfortable against your skin) Tobi would think you’re the cutest person in the world if you took him up on that offer, but yet again he thinks you’re the cutest person ever regardless.

🏮Zetsu:

•I personally feel like white Zetsu would be more comforting towards you about it. He wouldn’t push or pry, he’d be curious yes, but he wouldn’t force you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

•black Zetsu would keep his curiosity to himself and would be content either way. If you trusted him enough with showing him your face, he’d never break your trust. He wouldn’t tell anybody, no matter how much they would ask or beg even.

•all in all, Zetsu would be happy as long as you are. He would feel honored that you trusted him.

•has a hard time voicing his affections and feelings so most of the time Zetsu would randomly caress and touch your face, over the mask when around others, and would pull your mask up so he can see your face when you’re alone with him.

🏮Itachi:

•sweet boy.

•just like Tobi, Itachi would never coerce you. Would be so attentive and patient.

•when the day came that you took your mask off in front of him for the first time, he’d fall in love with you all over again. To know that somebody feels so safe around him to show him something nobody else knows, he’d be so happy.

•the first thing he would do is kiss you. Wanting you to know that he loves you no matter what. (We love a non judgmental man)

•Itachi would always ask you before touching your scars and would never get upset if you said no. (If they were still sensitive or you weren’t comfortable with that yet, etc)

🏮Kisame:

•big shark man..oooof. Kisame is the type of man to love you for who you are, no matter what. Even if you had webbed feet or four eyes.

•kisa has gone through moments where he would feel insecure due to his looks and sheer size. Always wondering how he could be loved by somebody.

•so when you decided to take your mask off in front of him for the first time, his eyes would be hearts. No literally ❤️_❤️, this would be how he’d stare at you for the first few minutes after.

•from that point on he would cup your face in his big hands, planting a big ole kiss on you. When it gets colder, he’d use his body heat to keep your face warm. Knows that scars can be sensitive and sometimes even painful when the weather shifts.

🏮Kakuzu

•never really cared for anything or anybody except for money so when you came along, you intrigued him more than cash ever did. Which is rare for him.

•would be very accepting towards the mask, since he wears one too.

•wouldn’t voice it right away but he would think you’re a total badass when he sees you without it for the first time. Makes a comment about you being a mini him. Tends to use humor and soft jokes as his main way of showing affection.

•if you ever felt comfortable enough, would totally let you wear his mask. He would think you look so cute. He’s also a big gift giver so I could imagine him getting you a custom mask. Would make that man feel good seeing you walk around wearing something he gave you.

🏮Hidan:

•our sadistic baby. When you two first met, he made a comment about you being just like Kakuzu. “What’s with you people? Why hide all the time?”

•wouldn’t think much of it at the beginning, only because he’s around a handful of people who wear masks and use other things to hide their identity.

•when he puts 2 and 2 together and realizes you wear it for a different reason, he would be so protective of you. If he sees someone trying to remove your mask, he’d freak. Say bye bye. If he hears others talking bad about you for wearing it, he would make sure they know to keep their mouths shut.

•his protective nature would only increase after you show him your face for the first time.

•whenever the two of you are out and about, he would keep a spare tube of moisturizer on him in case you needed it.

•he’s always seen as some cultist asshole but he has a soft side(if you disagree, argue with the wall lol) would coo cute little praises and compliments towards you. He’d want you to know how pretty you are at all times.

🏮deidara:

•would react similarly to Hidan at the beginning. He’s so used to Sasori hiding his real face/body from the world so he wouldn’t bat an eye towards your mask.

•when you got comfortable around him to show him, you’d be his muse.

•deidara would draw and make small sculptures of you with his clay. Would place them proudly on his desk/bedside table, etc. only if you want him too, of course. he wouldn’t do it if he felt like you weren’t 100% in on the idea.

•would marvel at you anytime he got, even during times when you two were around others and your mask was back on. Deidara loved the idea that he has his own little private art piece that only he sees.

🏮Sasori:

•just like deidara, Sasori wouldn’t think twice about why you keep yourself hidden. Wouldn’t force, push, pry, or beg you to take it off. He wants you to feel safe around him for you to do so.

•Sasori is more reserved and quiet compared to the rest of his akatsuki mates, but that would change the day you showed him your face.

•compliments such as “gods you’re irresistible”, and “come here, let me paint/draw you” would slip past the red heads lips.

•his biggest pride is his art, so just like Dei, you would become Sasori’s muse. Would love nothing more than to sketch your features all the time. He wants you to know that he loves you. So much

•another thing I could see him doing, as long as you’re comfortable with it, would be for him to draw or paint on your scars. His paintbrush would be soft against your skin as he moves the brush all along your face. Sasori would take in the soft hums and contented noises you make as he does this.

🏮Konan:

•would think your mask is cute, especially if you added things to it to make it suit your personality more(stickers, small drawings, etc)

•Konan would compliment your mask all the time. “You’re so cute, you know that right?” Or “I don’t know how much cuter you could get. Mask or not.”

•she would want to add something to your mask, would definitely make an origami butterfly to stick on there somewhere. I could see her choosing your cheek. She would also randomly come up to you and kiss your mask

•the day that you show Konan what you look like without it, she wouldn’t say anything at first. She would simply plant her lips softly against your scars, making sure to cover them completely with little affectionate smooches.

•everyday after that when you two are alone she’d lift your mask slightly, wanting to see your face as it’s her happy place. Would smother you in soft kisses before gently pulling it back down.

🏮pain:

•being the leader of a criminal organization can be hectic, chaotic and stressful. Wouldn’t pay much mind to the mask for quite some time, not because he doesn’t care but he wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if he draws to much attention to it.

•he’d be in his office when you knock. His first thought would be that you’re going to talk to him about a mission but would turn speechless when you take your mask off. His gaze lingers on your scars as he takes in your beauty.

•pain would gesture you to come to him, pulling you into his lap as he gently traces your scars with his finger.

•he would reassure you that you’re beautiful, and that he is so proud of you for taking such a big step in trust.

•eye contact is a big thing for him, as he feels like it’s an intimate connection and would always make sure to look you in the eyes when he compliments you so you know he means it.

I hope you enjoy this, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything so excuse this if it sucks. I’d love more soft writing prompts about the akatsuki🥰

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🏮 . 月 — day one featuring mochizuki honami

knock knock!

heres some mail!

ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌

⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

❝honami and 1 for bday event please?❞ ━━❝Please listen to me...! Don't ignore me when I'm trying to talk to you!❞

8 pm.

A few hours left until the 26th, nearing the end of the winter holiday.

tick tack tick tack...

The sound of the clock, ticking away on top of the wooden desk as you hurriedly pack your bag, grabbing your winter coat before making your way down the staircase.

Today was your Chrismas date with your close friend.

Well, your first and last date to be exact...

"..." Sighing as you grabbed your boots, putting them on near the entrance, beginning to have doubtful thoughts coming into mind.

Is this really the right thing to do?

Leaving her behind...

Do you really want this to happen...?

What if...she ends up hating you for this...

BEEP!

You flinched, dark thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of beeping, coming from your phone in your pocket.

Grabbing your phone, the screen lighten up and a text message appears on the lock screen that read the following;

"Don't forget to bring a scarf, it's getting cold outside"

"I'm bringing hot cocoa"

"Be safe and I will see you there at the meeting spot"

"She is so sweet as ever..." You smile gently, soft pink hue spread across your cheeks, pressing your phone to your lips, whispering "I wish I could turn back in time..."

tick, tack, tick, tack...

"...but its seems like time is against me in this lifetime..."

Thus you open the door to the winter wonderland as the clock keep on ticking away...

»»-----► some time later... ❍✧

"(name), look over here... they have snowman smoothies, do you want to try it?" Honami pointed at a drink stall decorated with colorful drinks being put on display.

"Ohhh... it's look really good but uhh... "

"Oh... what's wrong?"

"It's kinda embarrassing to be walking around with them since most of the customers are like parents with their kids..."

"There is no need to be shy..."

"Ah, wait! Honamiiii...!"

.

.

.

"This is so good?!" You shouted, delighted by the unexpected deliciousness of the smoothie as you continue drinking to your heart's content "I could drink this all day if I want to!"

Honami chuckled at the sight of your enthusiasm, walking right by your side. She love watching every facial expressions you make, seeing a happy expression sure does put you in the holiday spirits.

tick, tack, tick, tack...

"Hey, Honami..."

"...yes, what is it?"

You pointed at a photo booth nearby "I want to take a picture with you!"

"Oh, okay" She let you dragged her to the booth who is practically shaking... from excitement?

Something was wrong here.

"...(name)? what is wrong?" She pull her arm out of your grip and grabbed one of your hands, her eyes look concerned "are you cold?...but you don't seem to have a fever either..."

tick, tack, tick, tack...

"I'm fine! There is nothing for you to worry about...come on, let's gooo!!"

"Ah..! (name), wait up...!"

"No can do, slowpoke!"

I don't have much left

so please make me forget about the world for a moment...

"Hey, Honami... aren't we just cute together in this photo?" You smile brightly, showing her the photo of the two of you standing next to each other with a smile and cute animal doodle drawn onto your faces.

"Hmm, I think so too but...I like this one more" She showed you a photo with a drawing of cat ears and whiskers on your faces, hands slightly clenched to look like a cat's paw.

"Oh yeah, that one is cute too...you look so awkward here hehe" You teased with a playful look in your eyes.

"Ah, please stop..." Her cheeks turn pinkish as she said that.

I don't want to go

I wish time could stop right at this moment

BEEP!

"Ah...I guess time is finally up"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

I have so many things to tell you

But I could only muster up a few words

You turned to look at her with a sad smile "This is where... we will part away for the night"

Letting go of her hand, taking a few steps back "I hope tonight will be a memory you will cherish for many years to come"

If I could turn back in time

I would use it to tell you that I love you more often

"(name)...?" She couldn't understand why you were saying all of this, couldn't understand the lonely expression you're making towards her.

"I don't understand why you're saying this...but we will be friends no matter what happened..." She grabbed both of your arms, fearing you will disappear right in front of her.

You couldn't even look at her in the eye anymore "Honami... I'm really sorry but this is really the end..."

My time is running out

I thought I couldn't bear the thought of you hating me

You gently pushed her away, giving her a melancholy smile, hurriedly backing away "I have to go"

"(name), wait...please listen to me...!" Blue eyes started to tear up, why was she crying? why is her heart aching so much...it was as if her heart knew this is going to be the last time... "What did I do wrong?... please don't ignore me when I'm trying to talk to you... please answer me why...!

But if hating me will lessen your heartache

Then I will gladly do it for you

"Goodbye, my first love"

A single teardrop fall.

...you were never seen ever again after that night.

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from Yue!

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

OKIE I will be real and said I was pretty nervous with this cuz this is my first attempt at her character so uhh hope it's okayish...?

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[sjsmith56]

Revelations - Chapter 31, Lord Buchanan

Summary: The courtship between Quin and Isabella continues under the watchful eye of Lord Buchanan. A sudden understanding of his duty makes Quin realize what he needs to do to save his father’s kingdom.

Length: 6.4 K

Characters: Lord and Lady Buchanan, Quin Torres and Baroness Blackstone, Silas Brenson, King Steven.

Warnings: Described nudity (skinny dipping), implied longing for a physical relationship.

<<Chapter 30

⏳ 🏮

Quin was soon joined by the other men and was formally introduced to them. King Steven looked critically at him, then drew the young man aside. Buchanan watched from a short distance, wondering what his foster brother had to say to the boy.

"I received a letter from King David of the Western Plains kingdom asking how his son fared," he said in a low voice meant only for them. "Since the only person introduced to me from that kingdom was you I wondered if there was something you wanted to tell me."

"My apologies, your Majesty," said Quin, bowing low. "It was by my request that I sojourn here incognito. I did not want my nobility to influence the good men who I would be living amongst. I was unaware that Lord Buchanan extended my request to you, knowing you are as close as brothers. It was not meant as a deception."

"I thought as much," said Steven. "Pay heed to Lord Buchanan as he is truly the best of men. Even though he is considered low born I find his honour to be greater than my own. There was no other man I trusted more to be my Right Hand, than Lord Buchanan. If you have any correspondence for your father I can send it on your behalf in a diplomatic pouch. It will arrive sooner being given priority over regular post."

"I thank you sir," replied Quin. "I do, in fact, have correspondence for my father. In fact, I wish to open negotiations to marry a woman in this kingdom. I believe that when I succeed my father she would be an exemplary Queen."

"Do you love her?" asked King Steven, looking steadily at the boy. "For love should be the foundation for all marriages, not politics, or diplomacy, or business."

"I do sir," said Quin. "I carry a token from her next to my heart where I hope one day her head will rest. I have vowed to remain celibate until our wedding night so that she knows I long just for her."

"You surprise me Quin," said the King. "Your father hinted at some of the problems he faced with you, many made worse by himself. Yet you impress me as a level headed young man with the temperament to be a great king."

"You honour me, your Majesty," said Quin, bowing his head again. "I have a good teacher in Lord Buchanan. What is more, he has become my friend and I had precious few growing up. In fact, I have made several friends here and it has improved my outlook immensely."

King Steven smiled broadly and clapped the boy on his arm. "Count me as one then," he said. "I trust when we pair off with our wives that you will see to Baroness Blackstone, assuming she is the object of your affections?"

"Yes, sir," grinned Quin. "I believe that was intended. She does not know my true identity so please say nothing in her presence."

Both men looked to Buchanan, revealing by their look that the King had deduced the true identity of the boy. They would likely talk later over a good brandy, no, the fine bourbon, and learn why he chose not to reveal the boy to him sooner. In truth, it had been a spur of the moment decision. In the short time he had been here Quin's true nature had begun to assert itself and Buchanan believed being separated from his past had allowed the goodness in the boy to take root and grow. As the women came out and received assistance from their husbands in mounting their horses Quin placed himself beside Baroness Blackstone's horse. They both conducted themselves properly but Buchanan could see the touch of her bare hand against Quin's lingered for several seconds longer than was necessary for a rider of her experience. Her hands were only gloved once she was seated in her saddle. When Quin mounted his horse and took his place beside her there were sideways glances between them as the riders paired off and rode out in a column. The group stayed fairly close together which prevented the two young would-be lovers from speaking openly. Instead they listened to the conversations of the couples they rode with and learned that a picnic was planned one hour's ride away at Bridal Falls. Buchanan declared it more beautiful than Angel Falls which set off a heated but friendly discussion on the merits of each water feature. Angel Falls received a slight majority of votes just for the convenience of being able to swim there easily. Bridal Falls, three times the height over a cliff opposite from the picnic area was said to resemble the train of a bride's veil. There was a trail down to the base but it was steep and took considerable time to descend and ascend after. Most people were happy to just enjoy the view from the top.

On their arrival, the remains of a viewing area built in ancient times was visible. Once the party dismounted their horses the husbands offered their wives their hands and helped them down the broken steps to the flat area where their picnic would be served. Quin offered Isabella his hand and was pleased when she removed her riding glove to take his bare hand. While the servants prepared the meal everyone ventured to the space to look at the beautiful falls. He pulled her slightly to the side where he could hold her hand and not be observed by the others.

"Can you see well enough, Baroness?" he asked politely. "I can move some more if you wish to come closer to me."

"I can see well enough, Quin Torres," she said, then spoke in a whisper. "Why did you not dance with me?"

"I was being watched by Coulson," he whispered back. "He caught me coming out of the bower after you left and was not pleased I was in there with you."

"I thought as much," she said in a voice so soft he could barely hear it. "Will you dance with me tonight?"

"I would dance with you always," he said, in an equally soft voice, that was rewarded with a gentle squeeze from her hand.

The readiness of the food was announced and everyone repaired to the upper viewing area where blankets had been laid out with cushions and platters of food. Quin directed Isabella to a space and sat next to her, handing her a cloth napkin then a plate before sliding the platter of food closer to her. Daintily she picked out the morsels she wanted and placed them on her plate. He watched her as she ate and was pleased with her manners as she took perfectly sized portions. Noticing she did not have any stuffed mushrooms he offered her some but she demurred.

"I usually manage to drip the juices onto my front and embarrass myself," she said. "They are my favourite but in company like this are just not practical."

"Why don't you hold your napkin over your front and allow me to feed it to you," he said. "I will put it on a fork and that way you will get your favourite but not have to deal with the juices."

She smiled and leaned forward protecting her front with her napkin while he fed the mushroom to her. With a smile she took it all in and chewed it. He smiled back at her and noticed some juice at the side of her lips. Using his own napkin he dabbed at it. Then they both noticed the conversation around them had stopped. Both looked around, noticing big smiles on the faces of the others.

"That was ... interesting to witness," said Lady Falcon with a sly smile. "How long has this been going on, Isabella?"

She coloured and sat back as did Quin. Silas cleared his throat.

"I thought Quin Torres was being very gallant," he said, "by protecting Baroness Blackstone from the drips. The mushrooms are delicious but can be messy. I say well handled."

Quin was unsure if he was being made fun of but Silas was not laughing. "Thank you Silas Brenson," replied Quin. "That was my intention. Baroness Blackstone expressed her desire to have one but not have it stain her clothing. I was just being a gentleman."

"Well, the Queen was just expressing the same dismay so I believe I will follow your example Quin," said King Steven as he speared a stuffed mushroom and fed it to the Queen.

She smiled and nodded her head in appreciation. All the husbands followed suit and fed their wives in the way demonstrated by Quin and the lively conversation continued with the others drawing Quin and Isabella into it at every opportunity. At one point he looked at Silas, giving and receiving a nod with a smile. It gladdened his soul that another low born man who also loved a high born woman had seen his dilemma and had known just what to say to smooth over what could have been considered an incident. Then it hit him, for at that moment he had felt the lowness of his assumed persona. At that same moment he realized that the true nature of a man wasn't from the circumstances of his birth but through the conduct of his person. He looked at Buchanan, born of a tenant farmer, Falcon, born a slave, and Brenson, born in a brothel. All had an easy manner but conducted themselves with honour and dignity that was recognized and admired by Lord Stark and King Steven.

He compared that with the court of his father who had honour himself but surrounded himself with many high born men who mostly clung to a hierarchy of superiority, passing judgement on those they considered beneath them. Even his own friends were of the same ilk, supposed friends who often encouraged him to behave as if he had no limits. He excused himself, stood, and walked quickly away from the others to an isolated place some distance away. He wept bitter tears thinking of the years of his childhood where he treated his nursemaids with cruelty, then ran his hands through his hair at the memories of his adolescence where he often spoke to the palace staff with disdain and thoughtlessness. Finally he thought of the day he saw Magnus and told his father haughtily that he wanted that stallion and demanded his father buy it from the outlander who couldn't appreciate its superior bloodline. His arrogance hadn't prepared him for the possibility that Buchanan would say no to a King. Then he had damaged that magnificent horse and sat back drinking a beer he stole from a roadside vendor after abandoning the beast in a field nearby.

Since his arrival to these lands he had received kindness, understanding, and friendship. Now he had found love. Did he really want to leave it behind and return to the constrictions and falseness of his father's court? For a moment he despaired over the thought of becoming a king and trying to change the nature of a royal court that saw status as the only measure of a man. Would it be so bad if he decided to stay and live as the soldier consort of a fine lady such as Isabella? He would be free from the crushing responsibility of running a kingdom, managing court rivalries, fighting bandits on the southern borders, all while impregnating his wife chosen for him but not by him, until she finally delivered a male heir. Then the words of Buchanan rang in his head and he said them out loud.

"Knowing and accepting your responsibilities as a soldier means you have the capability to know and accept the responsibilities of being king."

If he stayed here the kingdom would go to his father's cousin, an overly religious, strict man with no imagination, no trust in science, and an even greater disdain for those he felt were inferior. He would restrict women to their homes, designate those who came from the southern lands to escape the lawlessness there as undesirables and send them back, then wage war against those he felt were not pious enough. The super computer would be destroyed as would the missiles they had located.

"I will not let the kingdom go to that man," he said out loud. "Even if my father lives to be 100 years old I can spend those years shaping the court to one based on honour not birth, duty not privilege, dignity not disdain. I will prepare to be king and be ready to take the throne when it is my time."

"Bravo," said a voice and he turned to see Lord Buchanan watching him. "You have been gone for some time and the others were worried. I watched as you wept and rended your hair. You experienced an epiphany, didn't you?"

"I did," replied the young man. "For a brief moment I forgot I was a prince and felt like a common man. It felt freeing but not without consequences. The biggest one, if I stayed here as a soldier, to be consort to a fine lady, would destroy what my father has built, as imperfect as it is. I cannot let that happen. My duty lies with my kingdom to be. My honour would not allow me to stand idly by as my father's cousin would turn the kingdom to his twisted version of a holy land. All people, not just those privileged by birth, deserve to live in dignity and prosper."

"Then you have learned in five weeks what I expected would take a year to learn," said Buchanan. "You have exceeded my expectations Quin, or should I say Prince Arthur David Joaquin de Torres Walker. What are your intentions?"

"To stay and live as plain Quin Torres for the remainder of the time I committed to," he said. "I feel this is just the start of my true education in how to be a good and just king. Help me to come up with a plan to convince my father to begin changing his kingdom into a more modern one. I want what this kingdom has. Equality for women, women able to inherit titles from their fathers, children in school instead of working as serfs. That's just to start."

"What of Isabella?" asked Buchanan. "Does she fit into this vision?"

"I plan to send a letter to my father which King Steven will send via diplomatic pouch," said Quin. "I wish to marry her and although I will not reveal myself yet to her I will before an answer has to be given to the negotiators. If she truly loves me then it shouldn't matter if I am a common soldier or a prince. Her happiness will be paramount. If she doesn't accept me then at least I will have known a true love and will look for another of her temperament to take her place. I hope she does accept me because I have already dreamed of a future with her in it. But my duty will still guide me if she doesn't."

"Very well, Quin Torres," said Lord Buchanan, then he smiled. "Come back to the party. The men are talking of taking a dip under the falls. Are you up to showing yourself even from a distance?"

"Swimming?" asked Quin, his eyes large, "in front of the women?"

Buchanan shrugged. "We were challenged."

He explained as they walked back that Silas Brenson had commented that he wanted to look closer at the falls. His wife had said it would take too long to go down the path and come back up. He claimed that he could do the run down in twenty minutes. Falcon agreed but said it was only worth it if they could swim to which the wives would not agree to. The other men all thought they wished to swim as well. So the challenge was given to the men to run down, swim and run back in 90 minutes, allowing enough time for disrobing and getting dressed again. The prize? At the dance that evening the women would wear their battle leathers if the men completed the task. If they didn't complete the task the men had to dance shirtless. Quin laughed and agreed to take the challenge.

The servant in charge of setting up the picnic was tasked with keeping the time. He set the timepiece on a piece of the old wall that was still there. When it reached the half hour he shouted to begin and the six men began the run down the ancient path towards the falls. Some of it was still intact from the ancient times but several sections required them to jump across crumbling paths that had been washed out. Twenty two minutes after leaving the women could hear the shouts of the men as they ran out to the rocky outcrop at the base of the falls. Quickly they disrobed and ran into the waters which deepened as they got closer to the falling water. The women laughed to see their men screaming at the cool temperatures as they waded deeper. Isabella watched Quin from the distance and was pleased to see his figure. Although not as filled out as the others he was still muscular and was first to reach the falls and stand underneath it's punishing waters for several seconds. Suddenly she turned away and looked elsewhere. Ileana noticed, as did several of the others.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned that the young woman was offended by the nudity of the men.  Certainly, they were all physically attractive men, and she herself felt the stirrings of desire at the sight of her James unclothed.

"Nothing," replied Isabella, then hesitantly spoke again. "Just a desire to be with Quin, to perhaps lay with him. I've never felt that way before and it startled me."

She looked back at the men floating in the shallow part of the great pool below the falls.  Although she had been raised by her father, he had never allowed her to be near any of his male staff, except for the brute Rumlow, who frightened her with his looks and manner more than once.  Until she heard the King proclaim that women had the right to join the Queen's Guard unhindered, she had thought all men were like Dreykov, or Rumlow, interested only in her use as a pawn or to warm an older husband's bed as part of an alliance.  The gallantry and chivalry granted to her by Buchanan, plus the deference and care that Coulson, her guard commander, showed her had surprised her.  Quin's own manner to her from the moment of their first meeting had stirred something in her, a longing, now fanned to a carnal desire.

"Is that what it is to love someone?" she said to Ileana. "We have kissed and it was sweet but now seeing him unclothed I feel something more. I am only 18 and he turns 18 in a fortnight. Are we too young to seek a connection, possibly more?"

"What would be the objection to him, other than age?" interjected Yelena, not much older herself. "From what Silas tells me, he has impressed many with his fighting and riding skills at such a young age. He has taken and performed all his duties as a recruit well. He was teased by several for not having his dance with you last night but defended himself well by claiming he felt you needed the time to rest after so much dancing."

"He is pleasant to look at and well spoken for a common born man," noted Natasha. "He can read and write, and knows his sums. Although there is an air of mystery about him he is quite open in his dealings with others. I do think there is more to him than meets the eye."

"But he returns to his family in 11 months," protested Isabella. "I have responsibilities here, my estate to run. To engage in a dalliance with him seems dishonest as there can be no future in it."

"What if there were a future in it?" asked the Queen, who had been listening to all of this. "If he were the heir to his father's estate in the Western Plains, and his attentions to you were that of a young man seeking a love match in his search for a wife. Or even as a common soldier who finds the object of his desires is a fine lady whose status is above him but he longs for her like no other, and pledges his body to remain chaste while he wins her heart. Would you entertain either of those men if they courted you?"

"If they were both Quin," said Isabella, colouring at admitting that much to the women gathered around her. "Would he give up returning to his home and stay? For I don't know if I could ever leave here, whether he were a prince even. Although ...."

Her voice trailed off. "Although what?" asked the Queen gently. "If he were a prince then you would become a princess. Would it be worth it then? I think he seeks your love for him, as a simple man. Perhaps that's all you need to give him and whatever comes from it will happen. At the end of the day, Isabella, the question you will have to answer is if you can live without him for in almost 11 months he will return to his home."

Isabella turned again to watch Quin with the other men. They certainly seemed to accept him, as well as they had accepted Silas Brenson as Yelena's consort. She thought back to the day when her father told her she had been promised to Lord Dreykov and the dismay – no, the betrayal she felt at that announcement. Her whole life to that point had been one of privilege as her father indulged her every whim and desire. Then to be casually handed off to a fat, old, disgusting friend of her father's as if she were a reward had been the awakening in her of her desire to be more than an appendage to someone as corrupt as that man had been. She had heard stories of how the Kingdom of the Western Plains still followed the old church's laws on women. Could she go back there and live under those restrictions, even though it would be in the company of a man she loved? For she did love Quin, she realized. Those kisses in the darkness under the bower had confirmed that. She longed for his lips to be on hers once more. But if she could convince him to stay ....

There was laughing from the women and she looked again as the men had exited the waters and were struggling to get their leather breeches as their legs were wet. Quin was using his shirt to dry himself first and she saw him look up at her. Even from that distance she knew their eyes had met. His bold gaze, while he showed no shame in his nakedness, was proof that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Very well, she would allow his courtship to continue in the belief that he would be become her consort and stay. But she would not let him into her bed until he agreed to stay, as that was something she could control. She looked again, noticing the men were almost dressed and ready to run up the steep incline. The timepiece showed only 25 minutes left, meaning the prospect of a dance with a shirtless Quin looked promising.

Finally the men below were all dressed and began the run back to the viewing area. Quin was first, his youth an advantage but he stayed on the path waiting for the others to catch up. Both he and Silas took Lord Stark between them in their arms to help him as he was the least fit of the men and struggled on the steeper parts. There were shouts and exhortations amongst them to get up to the top or lose the challenge and they truly did their best to beat the time. As they all came up the final part and stumbled across the finish point the servant gave them the sad news that they took 2 minutes too long to win the challenge. The ladies cheered for themselves then each went to their champion to console them on their loss. Even Isabella approached Quin to say he could have made it easily.

"Aye, I could have," he said, "but it was a group challenge, was it not? We gave it our all and will give it our all this evening when we dance shirtless. It was exhilarating to stand under those falls. We have few in the Western Plains and have to go a day's ride at least to find them."

He almost added that someday he would like to show her but he stayed his tongue. The timepiece showed it was also time to return to their horses and back to the castle to prepare for the festivities of the second day of the festival. Quin stood back to allow the other men to precede him on the rocky stairs up then offered his hand to Isabella to assist her. On the third step she stumbled and Quin quickly supported her with both of his arms, as she grasped his shoulder. It seemed only natural to carry her up the rest of the way and he grinned before sweeping her into his arms to do so. They both laughed as he put her down at the top and her hands lingered on his chest before she turned towards the horses. As he assisted her in mounting her horse he briefly kissed her hand and watched her face colour as he took the liberty. Then he mounted his horse and they waited for the others to be ready for the ride back.

That evening, before the dance Quin got ready, leaving his shirt, vest and jacket off. There were some good natured jokes thrown his way but word had already circulated that not only he but the King and several lords were also expected to dance shirtless, having lost a bet with their women. When he arrived at the space allotted to the dance he was gratified to see the others also living up to their end of the bargain. The King gathered them together and said they would all open the festivities by having at least two dances with their wives, or, in the case of Quin Torres, the object of his affection and that the women had promised to come out suitably attired. Ten minutes later they came out in their breeches but wearing their husband's shirts from that day. Even Isabella wore his shirt although Quin was at a loss to determine how she got it.

"They offered Rhodes a gold coin to go into your room to retrieve it," said Buchanan, in an aside. "Take it as a compliment."

"I do take it as such," replied Quin, smiling at his beloved. "That shirt dried my body and she wears it proudly."

The ladies came forward and took their places alongside their man. Quin offered Isabella his hand and looked at her with a grin.

"You look good in my shirt," he said in a low voice. "I will need it back as I have only a few to my name."

"I will return it, Quin Torres," she said looking sideways at him. "I should have washed it first as it is rather fragrant."

"I could have told you that and given you a clean one," he joked. "But I am honoured that you wear it anyways. You are an incredible woman, Isabella."

"Meet me in the garden bower, later," she said quickly before the music started. "9 pm and I will make sure Coulson does not bother us."

"I will be there," he said. "My curfew is 10 pm. Don't be late."

The music started and they began the dance, one that required them to move closer then apart then around each other before all forming a circle and stopping to begin again with a new partner. The second dance, a more lively tune taxed the wives somewhat and most took a break for a drink. His friends Liam and Edward approached and complimented him on his dancing then both asked if he would show them how to dance as they hadn't yet asked any girl for fear of ridicule. Taking them aside he attempted to show them with him playing the part of the girl but it was hopeless and so he took a chance, seeing Isabella standing alone with her drink. Running to her he asked if she would help teach his two friends to dance. She agreed and came to the side with him. As he placed Liam into position and showed him how to properly hold a lady it became evident to them and to Isabella that he knew many more dances than a man of his status should know.

"How do you know all this?" asked Edward. "I thought your father was a horse breeder."

"He is," replied Quin. "He supplies horses to the King and I became acquainted with the Prince. He showed me much."

"I heard he is a handful," said Edward, watching Isabella guide Liam through the steps. "Is it true?"

"Yes, he could be," said Quin. "His high born friends pushed him to embrace his privilege and he did so willingly. I got to talking to him in the stables without his friends around and found him lonely and confused. I felt sorry for him. When I return I think I will encourage him to grow the positive sides of his character. He has the potential to be a great ruler. He just has to believe in his own strengths."

Edward looked at him appraisingly. "You are a good friend, Quin," he said. "I am proud to call you my friend. I look forward to serving with you when we take the orders for the Guard."

"Thank you, Edward," said Quin warmly. "Now it is your turn to learn from the fair Baroness."

For another ten minutes Isabella helped Edward to learn the basics, enough that he felt confident enough to ask a girl to dance. As both he and Liam went in search of the right girl she turned to Quin.

"You care about those two," she stated. "It's obvious."

"I didn't have many true friends at home," he said. "I'm ashamed to say I was easily led astray and that is why Lord Buchanan agreed to foster me, to give me a chance to change my ways. Without his intervention I might have been banished or worse. Now I find that these friendships, with Edward, Liam, and Buchanan himself, have given me pause to re-examine my choices in life. I look forward to the day when I can look my father in the eye and tell him I am ready to assume control of our family's affairs."

He stopped talking, realizing he was getting close to exposing his true identity to Isabella. She took him by the hand and they walked further away to a place in the shadows where they were alone. She placed her hands on both sides of his face and kissed him, longingly and deeply. His arms encircled her and drew her close to his body. When they finished kissing he could make out her face from the reflected glow of the lanterns in the festival.  The sight of her in his arms, and the moment affected him.

"I love thee, Isabella," he said impulsively. "I would marry thee if thou wouldst have me."

She drew a sharp intake of breath at his use of the formal language, normally reserved for use by royalty. He stood there watching her closely and she suddenly realized he was trusting her with a decision, a great decision that could decide both of their futures.

"Who are you, really?" she asked. "You're not a common born man."

"No, I'm not," he said steadily. "But I do love you and I would spend my life making you happy. I am Prince Arthur David Joaquin de Torres Walker and I am heir to the throne of the Kingdom of the Western Plains. I have thought of you since the first day of my arrival and you came out of the mountain entrance of the library, wearing your breeches and a battery light on your head. I carry your handkerchief next to my heart when I am on duty, and under my pillow when I sleep. I have committed to staying celibate until my wedding night, especially if you are my bride and I have never yet been with a woman although I have thought of it, especially if it were you."

"Why the false identity?" she asked. "Why pose as someone else?"

"Because I was well on my way to being hanged as a common horse thief," he said. "I have lived a wasted life until I stepped on these shores. The injury to Magnus was my fault, my shame. Buchanan offered to take me as his foster, show me how a good man lives and behaves, and it is like a curtain has been drawn open in my mind. I have examined my deficits and realized that I would have been a terrible man and a worse king if I kept on the way I was. This year was to prepare me to accept my role as a king and serve my country, or to turn aside from all of it and live as a common man, which I realized this afternoon that I could not do. I must go back. The only thing wanting if I go back is a good wife who will accept being a queen someday. Not just a queen who provides an heir, but one who will help me make my kingdom modern, progressive, and clear out the old ways. I wish to model it on this kingdom for I like what I see here but I can't do it alone. Will you, Isabella Rose Pierce, Baroness Blackstone, become my wife and someday my Queen? Will you help me transform my kingdom to a place where all prosper and not just the rich?"

"Before I answer I have one more question," she asked. "How long would you have kept up the pretence of being a common man before you told me the truth?"

"I was going to ask my father to begin the negotiations for you to be my bride, for as you can imagine, there is much to negotiate when one is marrying royalty. I wished to gauge your reaction to being sought out as a potential queen. Before your answer to the negotiator was required I would have revealed myself, hoping that you would know and love me enough as just a man that my true identity as a prince would not be too much to accept."

She nodded her head, understanding his reasons. "Well, it is a good thing you told me sooner," she said. "For it makes the decision much easier for me. I don't think I could leave my home for a common man, although if you chose to stay we could marry the day after your 18th birthday. But for a prince who will someday be a king, who needs a wife who believes in him and his desire to change his kingdom, who accepts the responsibility of being a Queen, I don't think there is any other woman in this kingdom who would accept you. But I would and I do accept you both as a common man and as a prince."

Quin picked her up in his arms and kissed her passionately while she laughed and told him there was more. Slowly he put her down and looked at her fearfully.

"You will continue to live as a common man for the full year tenure," she said. "You begin the negotiations and make sure they are very favourable for I will be giving up a lot to marry you. Only after the negotiations are done will I agree to announcing it to anyone. This, what just happened, stays between us and us only. Your plan to change your kingdom must start the moment we are married. I wish to start a Queen's Guard regiment. Change begins at the top. Are we agreed, Quin, for that is how I will always address you when we are alone together."

"We are agreed, Isabella," he answered, his joy almost too much to contain. "Thank you."

"Now, we go back to the festival and enjoy ourselves," she said. "I still expect to see you in the bower at 9 pm. Here is a small taste of what you can expect."

She stepped close to him and kissed him sweetly for a long time, one hand on his chest and the other on his head. Then she turned around and walked back into the lights and sounds of the festival, looking back once to make sure he watched her. He did watch her and thanked the stars for bringing him to this kingdom where his true love was. He also thanked them for the guidance of Lord Buchanan, and wondered how he could find such an honourable man to be his counsel in his own kingdom once he was king. There was much work to do and as soon as he returned to his quarters he would finish the letter to his father, making sure King Steven got it before his departure on the morrow. Then Prince Arthur David Joaquin de Torres Walker strode proudly towards the party.

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Nara Division 🦌🍁

Welcome to our ancient city where the deer roam free!

Nara Division “Miraitabi (未来旅)” is an all-male rap group consisting of the part-timer and division leader; Yuuya Kanata, the wagashi artist; Asahi Tomoharu, and the property appraiser; Saigo Fuyugami. Each member also contains a kanji of “season” in their surname.

The group’s color is “Deer Brown (#BA8759)” like the famous animal of Nara’s.

The group’s symbol is a deer 🦌 and Momiji (Japanese Maple) leaves 🍁. While the deer is believed to be a sacred messenger of gods according to Shintoism, the momiji leaves are a symbol of autumn —the picturesque season associated with time and change.

For the symbol of the group, each member has at least one bronze momiji somewhere near the position of their heart: Yuuya has a small charm hanging beside his omamori pendant, Asahi has a clip clutching at the left lapel of his clothes, and Saigo has a couple of them on his chain brooch. 

The group’s hand sign from Rhyme Anima is extending one’s thumb up and pointing pinky finger out while holding the other curled. When holding it up near one’s ear, it is interpreted as “Call me hand 🤙”; meaning no matter what happens, they are still in connected and will always get each other’s back.

Even if they’re clearly unique in their own styles, their differences mean to facilitate the best in each other. And although their lives just intersect by a certain slip of fate, their bonds gradually woven into that of a family.

Tracing from the past, intertwining with the present; together they set on their journey to the future, with the purpose of seeking for something that has once faded away from both their and people’s hearts.

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Hello, nice to meet everyone! This is just another Hypnosis Mic oc blog run by someone who’s practically new to this fandom (and also to tumblr). This blog is made mainly for fun (with ulterior motives to practice my writing!) so the posts will be irregular.

Disclaimer:  The admin here might not be active a lot because of various reasons, but all in all, please feel free to initiate an interaction or send some ask! I think sometimes I’ll even try to reach out haha. There must be a delay in posting because I’m a slow writer and not that good with vocabularies, however, I’ll try my best! 

Main blog: @callmepyrus

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P.S. please note that any standing picture of my OCs is not mine and is made on neka or picrew created by respective artists I credit in the main post of their profiles.

Meet the Main Cast!

Yuuya Kanata 🏮

Character Profile

Family & Relationships Profile

Timeline (+ more info)

Moodboard

Birthday Event 2024

Asahi Tomoharu 🍡

Character Profile

Family & Relationships Profile

Timeline (+ more info)

Moodboard

Birthday Event 2024

Saigo Fuyugami 💠

Character Profile

Family & Relationships Profile

Timeline (+ more info)

Moodboard

Birthday Event 2024

ANGE / Anji ??? 💿

...Coming Soon

And the Secondary Cast?

...Coming Soon 🌒 🐈‍⬛ 🛈 

Extras 🦌

Rhyme Anima Profile Cards

Character inspirations Pt. 1

Character inspirations Pt. 1 (Redux)

Character inspirations Pt. 2

Headcanon Voice Claims

Voice Claims (Redux)

Extra Wardrobes I & II

House Aesthetics

Day in the Life (Workplaces)

Before & After

PFPs

Handwriting

Pride Month Headcanons

Miraitabi ✕ Sanrio Collab

Isekai Outfits

Flower Edition ✿

Incorrect quotes

Picrew

OC ask

Albums 🦌

P.S. Please note that all songs belong to their respective artists!

1st DRB Album

Division Theme Album: SAIJIKI

Cheery Blossom (Asahi's Birthday Mixtape)

Spring Mixtape: Graduated With Yuu(You)

Sing Your Ego (Yuuya's Birthday Mixtape)

Summer Mixtape: Σ for Σummer

Events & Stories 🦌

New Year's Resolution 2023

Valentine's Day 2023

From Dusk to Dawn: Tanabata Flashback

Halloween Shuffles 2023 Pt. 1

Halloween Shuffles 2023 Pt. 2

Happy Christmas 2023

New Year Party 2024

Special Mixtape: Christmas 🎄

Special Mixtape: Fairytail 🐈‍⬛

Special Mixtape: Nengajo

Mr. & Mrs. HypMic 2024: Music Interlude

April Fool's Special: Genderbent AU

Yuuya’s Graduation Ceremony | Intro

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[thewingedmuse]

Hello there, how are you? I hope you’ve been well. I’m very thankful for this game of yours in celebration and honor of Chinese New Years <3! Happy Chinese New Years 🧧! May you receive luck and happiness as we enter the Rabbit Year.

🏮🧧 My wish - I wish to embrace both my feminine and masculine sides to achieve true harmony with my identity.

🏮🧧 My (Chinese) name - Yan Yan (欣欣)

🧧🏮 My offerings to M : As I lay on my tummy on my bedroom carpet, where the sun beams through my window blinds to where I am laid, I stretch my limbs, inhaling, exhaling. Being by myself feels…peaceful, for I seek tranquility and silence after a productive and dutiful start of the day. Knowing that giving myself rest nourishes my heart and mind, is a sense of comfort and appreciation I display for myself. Enjoying my own company, feels all sorts of warmth and happiness altogether. It’s the first sip of lemonade on a hot summer’s day. The calming flickers of a candle on a winter’s night. It’s the beautifully bloomed, cherry blossoms in spring, where its petals forever imprints my memory. And the surprising, yet pleasant, scent of pumpkin spice in coffee shops as fall arrives. That’s what it is like to be in my own company. It’s a realm and a haven I delve in, with gratitude and contentment.

🧧🏮 My offerings to K :

For the photos of the dragon statues, I chose three photos, mostly because I felt called to-do so…a feeling, that’s what it was. I mainly chose these dragon statues, because I slightly feared their physical features that tied together a stunningly, intimidating appearance, which was perhaps meant to fear away any bad luck for the sake of protection. Although I feared their image, I fell into a state of empathy for the dragon statues. Although fearful from appearance, I could tell the purpose of these dragon statues that have been created, were with good intentions, as the dragon statues themselves bear a powerful essence that amplifies the energy of any location. For the photo of two hand-held purple gems, I chose this image due to the fact that I felt drawn to the blue sky, and came to the thought that dragons were known to freely roam around the azure sky whenever they could, which led to me picking this picture. It’s as though we’re given a chance to admire the astonishing purple gems as the sun flaunts its beauty at its core (giving me the thought that “beauty is on the inside). Lastly, for the image of the one, single I-Ching coin, after scrolling through many images of the glimmering and fairly appreciable-looking coins, I found this single I-Ching coin to be the most attractive and appealing to me. The way it’s surface gleams, as it sits upright individually, reminds me of how, if the coin itself were human, it would be gleaming with pride and confidence within oneself…something I admire about anyone with such amazing traits.

Thank you so much, once again, for this opportunity, and your time energy. Take care, and have a nice day 🫶🏼☺️.

Hello Yan Yan! Thank you for your participation! Happy Chinese New Year!🧧恭喜发财! 心想事成! 万事如意! 一年比一年好!!!!!!!!🧧

I am very well as I always am every CNY with all these delectable snacks lying around xD 🎋 How are you?? 💐

K has volunteered to work on your wish! He truly felt a connection with your request, your words and the awesome collage you've made him. It did surprise him that you've chosen black dragons because that is his dragon form.

Here is the process of his spell:

He lays a single raw amethyst upon a rounded wood. The stone bears a cheerful energy like that of a salted duck egg or a treasure bag ready to be filled.

The sun shines generously over the amethyst amidst a clear blue sky. Its light divides into seven colours of the rainbow, each beautiful and unique in its own way. The colours enter the amethyst and what comes out on the other side is a glistening white.

K wants to tell you that you are like these colours. There are various sides to you, each one raw and unique. You don't necessarily fit into any boxes, that's how unique you are, so embrace the different sides of you no matter how contrasting they are.

You wish to embrace both the masculine and feminine sides in you. It is already done even before this spell, your core is already balanced, that's the realest side of you that you need to connect to. This energy manifests as white, for it is the colour of all combined. Because you are already balanced within your core, K's spell focuses on guiding you to reconnect with your truest self.

He sends the amethyst's energy to you. I see it manifested as an amethyst orb the size of a marble. He reminds that as this was made of energy, and energy is mutable according to your needs (and perception), it would not always appear as a marble-sized orb. In other words it might look different to you at different times, depending on what you need. Its energy is fixed and solid though, and carries the protective energy of black dragons and the calm reflectiveness of amethysts. It shall be with you. You can focus on these words to feel its energy, or visualise it. Remember the feelings it evokes in you. Meditate with it if you feel called to. May this blessing be your companion whenever you need it.

Extra messages from K and M: "Your words are fine artistry. Thank you for the images of the black dragons among others. It surprised me." — K

“别忘初心。” — M, as they present to you a rose quartz. They say that your true self is the most beautiful no matter what anybody said, or whatever anybody doubted including yourself. Never stop searching for you among the many doubts and demands of you to appear "a certain way".

That's it! If you have any questions feel free to ask 💐 Have a Happy Bunny Year! 🧧🧧🧧

[diivineray]

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer. (hc 😌)

                 ˚ʚɞ🎲🏮⛩️🏮🎲ʚɞ  ―  In a curious twist of fate, their paths converged once more. No matter the passage of time, not a day went by without Hua Cheng reminiscing about the days on the streets when a young boy selflessly shared his fruit peels with him. It was truly astonishing to consider that such a strong bond could have formed between them, both hailing from difficult circumstances. When he departed, Hua Cheng viewed it as time leading them onto distinct paths. It's quite remarkable how they veered in opposite directions, only to find themselves returning to the same point once more.

                  Since then, the rebellious cultivator had sought any possible justification to remain by Wei Wuxian's side, even when others were less welcoming of his company. They harbored a distinct aversion toward the cultivation sects, perceiving each one as succumbing to a systematic decay that dragged down all those beneath them. Nevertheless, Hua Cheng had developed a habit of seeking solace in Wei Wuxian's lap. The day had been sweltering, but as it gradually cooled down, Hua Cheng often made this move.

                ❝ Do that thing you do, ❞ he would say nonchalantly as if it were a routine they had repeated countless times. However fleeting, Wei Wuxian might not have realized how much Hua Cheng longed for his touch. Hua Cheng cherished those subtle nudges, playful taunts, and smug grins, each causing the rogue's heart to somersault within his chest. 

               The soothing sensation of those fingers delicately weaving through his hair put his heart at ease. Their touch was as gentle as the way he played Chenqing. His eyelids fluttered gently closed as he absorbed Wei Wuxian's ceaseless chatter, the air filled with every detail of Wei Wuxian's day and the events leading up to it. Only when the voice finally ceased did Hua Cheng's eyes slowly open. Hua Cheng raised his gaze and noticed Wei Wuxian observing him, delicately brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen over his eye. His fingers lingered there, and Hua Cheng could feel the way his chest tightened, his mouth dry as he found himself eagerly wanting to sit up, and drink Wei Wuxian down like he was the first glass of water he'd had all day. He smiles up at Wei Wuxian, ❝ What? Who said you could stop? Or did my complexion distract you~? ❞

[tsufantasy]

✨🌸 Stardust Rendezvous 🌌💕

Once upon a twilight dream, there's us, hand-in-hand, wandering through the iridescent streets of Kyoto, where cherry blossoms whisper our names. 🌸✨ The lanterns, they glow like fireflies caught in an eternal waltz, lighting up your eyes with sparks of wonder. 😌🏮

We find an old teahouse, its walls echoing tales of samurai and star-crossed lovers. Inside, a melody of shamisen strings tug at the heartstrings, and we sip matcha that tastes like the first blush of spring. 🍵🎶

I tease you, "Trying to win me over with tea and tales?" Tsu's eyes sparkle, "Maybe..." with that mischievous smile you know too well. 😏💚

The night beckons us to a hidden garden. A sea of fireflies dances around us; it's magical, surreal. We make wishes on each little light, promises of forever in the silent vows of the night. 🌟💫

But oh! The clock strikes a chime. It's late! We dash through the winding streets, laughter trailing behind us like a cape. Our hearts beat a rhythm, a perfect syncopated symphony. 🏃‍♀️💨

We pause, breathless, under a canopy of stars. I lean close, our foreheads touch, and the world fades away. It's just you, me, and the universe. "I'd race through time for moments like this," I whisper. 🌠❤️

Then, as all good stories do, we find our end, but it's not goodbye, it's a "see you in our next adventure." I wave, stepping backwards into a portal of light, blowing a kiss, "Don't miss me too much!" 💋🌀

[tsuyoi-hikari]

Forever and Ever: Script & Visual Storytelling Review 🏮

As usual, during my yearly holiday, I always opt to watch dramas that I already watched (in an attempt not to get addicted 😂) so this time of the year, I chose Forever & Ever during my trip to London & Wales.

Now I'm back, I want to write a review why this drama is very special in my book. For a starter, I'm not really a big fan of romance dramas in general but when it is done right, like this drama for an example, it will be special in my heart and I will rewatch it often as my comfort watch.

WHY IT IS SPECIAL?

I love how this drama portray 'soulmate' kind of relationship between the couple. They have one mind & one soul mentality that are portray beautifully in the drama. So, normal romance troupes such as misunderstandings, miscommunications, petty love games, noble idiocy or breakup are non-existence in this drama. Its all about them working together hand in hand facing the adversities together which is very refreshing to see.

LOVABLE MAIN LEADS

Zhousheng Chen is by miles my most favorite romantic lead in any media. He is shy and awkward and its funny to watch his antics. But he has this big heart that is full of love and kindness. I love his silent love the best -- Shiyi didnt know what he did for her most of the times since it is purposely written to be that way but Shiyi can feel his love in every part of her bones. Whether it is big or small, his love is selfless and did not ask anything in return. And I love how he handle his toxic mother with such a grace -- never disrespecting her but also never allowed her to mistreat his wife as well.

Shiyi probably the most high EQ FLs in Cdramas. She is beautiful and graceful and her understanding and coping mechanism is on another level. Like if there are conflicts, you will notice she will do things to avoid the awkwardness by offering foods or change the subjects or topics. Or any misunderstanding, no need explanation since her trust in her husband will give her answer to that misunderstanding. Or some secrets are no need to be told since it wont change anything. She is one of my most favorite FLs in Cdramaland without a doubt. Plus, she did all the first moves, how awesome is that?

INTIMACY

I love how this drama portray intimacy between the couple. Its fulfilling and natural and wholesome in general. Like one of the scenes, Shiyi will casually tuck her hand under Zhousheng Chen's armpit while hugging him. 🤭 And I think I have ever seen a drama where a couple smile at each other as much as they did to each other. They really sold the feeling of couple who are actually in love and just enjoy being in each other's companies. And what I like best is that we have no idea who actually love more since they both give and take equally in the relationship.

SPECIAL LOVE GESTURES

Love gestures is what I called for all special love behaviors between couples that are not kissing or hugging. These gestures are special to only 2 of them and must happen a lot of times in the drama. While I usually struggle to find this in other romance dramas, Forever & Ever has really a lot of these love gestures. Like a lot, some will be repeated like 6 to 7 times since it is the couple's signature love gestures towards each other.

Caressing Nose

Holding Face

Hands on Shoulder

Holding Handbag

Hugging While Sleeping

LOVE MESSAGES

There are so many Love Messages conveyed in numbers can be found all throughout Forever & Ever. For an example, it seemed it is Shiyi who first to say ‘I Love You’ but actually it is Zhousheng Chen with the 1 Yen coin from year 2011 (2011: 'Love You Shiyi', and the 1 Yen refers to how she's his one & only).

Or how their wedding anniversary is May 11th which literally means 'I (Zhousheng Chen), Shiyi's' anniversary and how Zhousheng Chen engraved that date in Lunar calendar on his wedding ring.

Or the Croc that Zhousheng Chen wore with ‘SY 520’ which means ‘Shiyi, I Love You' and Shiyi's 'ZSC 520' which means 'Zhousheng Chen, I Love You.' 

SLEEPING MONTAGE

I have never seen a drama which show sleeping scenes as much as this drama. 😂 But I love every single one of them. I love how they are shown sleeping separately and ended up in each other arms slowly. Or for comedic effects. All are done tastefully and beautifully.

I LOVE YOU

Yes, they are one of the few couples in Cdramas that actually use I Love You: Wo Ai Ni (我爱你) instead of I Like You: Wo Xihuan Ni (我喜欢你). And we got to see this 4 times in the drama -- all at different occasions and evoke different kind of emotion each time.

EASTER EGGS FROM ONE & ONLY

Also, one of the most satisfying details you can find while watching Forever & Ever is when you can spot many easter eggs from One & Only. Like this scene for an example where you can see the iconic scene from One & Only in the background when Zhousheng Chen picked up Shiyi from work for a late night dinner date.

BEAUTIFUL VISUAL DIRECTING & CINEMATOGRAPHY

I love how the Director using frames a lot in the drama to display characters' thoughts and distance and how when they are shot in the same frame, its to show how both is at the same state of mind. And I also notice the drama used a lot of earthly colors like yellow, white and brown for soothing and warm effects and that is why you will feel the drama is very relaxing and healing. Or using shadows when the couple had their first night together which is one of the best directing I've seen for this kind of love scenes.

Visual Storytelling Using Reflection

Visual Storytelling Using Mirror & Shadow

Using of Frames to Portray Distance

Using of Frame to Show the Same State of Mind

COSTUMES

I also love how this drama will be using characters' outfits to tell a story or their motivation. I like how Zhousheng Chen & Shiyi will always wear same color with different shades before their marriage while same color with same shade (coupling outfits) after their marriage. Or how the antagonists in the drama will always wear black, literally, black all the time lol. Or grey character like Weixing will always wear black & white except after she died where she finally appear in flowery and colorful outfit in Meixing's imagination.

Before Marriage (same color with different shades)

After Marriage (same color with same shades)

CHINESE ARTS

If you happen to love Chinese arts in general whether its poetry, painting, calligraphy or music, then this drama is a treat for you. I love the many poems they used in this drama whether to console, to express feelings or to break ice. Or I love how Zhousheng Chen communicate with his mother through painting as well since he is not really good with words. All are done effectively and get the point across and not just done as filler scenes. Since both of them are well verse in this area, it also part of the reasons why they connect to each other as they did in the drama.

Zhousheng Chen imitates Shiyi's similar painting from before to send message to his mother.

Shiyi wrote Shànglín Fù poem on the wall just like Shiyi in One & Only. And she left it unfinish too, for Zhousheng Chen to finish it later.

Zhousheng Chen wrote Shiyi's favorite poem on the wedding lanterns along the corridor aside from the handwritten 3,000 wedding cards that he wrote one by one.

CONCLUSION

In conclusion, this drama is great if you love to watch good love story with a lot of details and easter eggs from One & Only. They also did a lot of love message using numbers all throughout the drama like the 1 Yen coin from year 2011 (2011 means 'Love You Shi Yi', and the 1 Yen refers to how she's his one & only) love confession made by Zhousheng Chen to Shiyi or the message on their crocs.

And while watching the drama at London, I totally can imagine Zhousheng Chen will be holding Shiyi's handbag if they ever did their shopping at Notting Hill flea market. 😂

TDLR: The drama is a visual fest aside from the good script it possessed. It is also very healing and wholesome! ❤️

[mee-goweng]

CARE - 🏮🥊

Warning: profanity Word count: 500+ words

Madara sat across the desk, watching Nami working. His chin leaned on his hand, staring at Nami's hands that moved quickly. The clicking sound can be heard across the room. It was satisfying but also made him all sleepy.

She just got back but immediately went working on these proposals… Isn't she tired? Hungry?

"Nami-san, are you hungry?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.

The older brunette glanced at Madara and shook her head before continuing her work. Her response earned a sigh from Madara.

Well, better leave her alone. She's busy.

He got up, then took his jacket and keys from the small couch in the room. When he was about to leave, Nami spoke, making him stop his track right by the door.

"Where are you going?" Nami asked, still staring at the screen of her laptop.

"I'll be back soon," Madara replied. "You don't have to lock the front door. I'm taking the key with me."

"What? Why are you taking MY key?" She finally glanced up from her laptop, frowning. "Look, if you're coming back soon, just leave the key here. Sumo can guard the door while you're out."

"No, can't do that. I don't have the heart to wake my own furbaby at this hour just to wait for me." He beamed a smile at her. "I'll be back soon, promise!"

With that said, he left.

Nami brushed her bangs while the other hand slid the mouse furiously. "This is why you need a fricking spare key, Madara." She took a breath before taking her phone and making a note. "Guess I need to visit that old man to make the spare key tomorrow.

Hours passed, and it finally hit 3 AM. Nami looked at her phone screen, which showed only her wallpaper and some emails from the office. Nothing came from Madara.

"Oh god, please don't tell me he forgot to return my key, and now I'm locked inside my own house?"

Nami sighed at her own words. She turned off her laptop and then got out of her study room, stretching her body while at it. The hallway was dark, but there was small light coming from the living room. She went to the living room and found the TV was on, sleeping Madara on the couch, and homemade food was on the coffee table. A small note with vibrant colored paper caught her attention. The note said:

"I bought something from the convenience store and cooked it for you. I hope the food is still warm when you see this note. Don't worry about Sumo and the others! All of them were already asleep in their bedroom. I also already lock the doors, so you don't have to check all of them. I've put the keys in 'that' safe place. That's all from Mama. I know you're hungry so go enjoy your meal!" -your beloved mama

This idiot should've told me if he just wanted to buy some food. There's nothing on the fridge, after all. Tsk, another day of Madara wasting his money for me again…

She put away the note and then went to get a blanket for Madara. She tucked him in carefully, ensuring not to awaken Madara from his sleep. She then stood there, watching Madara sleeping peacefully. The only sight she always wishes for.

Always taking care of me like this… Are you happy doing all of these, Madara?

©mee-goweng

[self-ships-ahoy]

I, S, and Y for Dai Zong (since we got some cute art today XD)

Acrostic F/O Ask Game!

Aaaaa my underappreciated sweetie, I'm happy to give him love! This game tells me to answer the ones of my f/o's name, but if it's not too long, I'll also do S and Y as bonuses!

D - Danger - which of you is more likely to get into trouble? how well does your f/o handle danger?

Well, neither of us go seeking trouble, so that's a good thing. I'd say it'd take longer for me to get out of trouble because I'm not a trained fighter like he is. That's why he handles danger really well, though, and was even able to lead a team of warriors through it. Danger is a challenge to overcome to him, yet he approaches it logically and tactfully, and that's why he usually succeeds.

A - Art - do they draw or paint? what about any other kind of art? what’s their favorite style/subject/another artist who inspires them?

Dai Zong doesn't currently pursue any arts, but he does support the artists in Big Green like Lin Chung. He even poses for paintings sometimes!

I - Image - show us a picture of them that gives you a lot of feelings. if they aren’t a visual character, describe your mental image of them!

Gotta be this one. He said out loud he never doubted that First Squad would make it out alive in this mission, but then he turns and makes this relieved face to himself. It's just such a touching moment, I love when he shows his heart. 🥺

Z - Zodiac - what’s their sign, or if you don’t know, what would you guess it is based on their personality? (Eastern or Western - personal preference)

I don't know enough about either zodiac, sorry! 😅 If I went to research it, we'd be here for ages. XD

O - Online - what is your f/o’s social media presence like, or what would it be like if they had internet in their world/era?

Oh man, First Squad meets the internet, imagine the possibilities. XD As for Dai Zong.... he might like Youtube a lot, and might even have a presence there doing a fitness video series. He also likes seeing people upload their outdoors experiences, and a few meme videos here and there (he's a tough audience, but there are some gems that always get him to laugh). Although... he might not be able to use any of it till he gets his hands cured.. <_<'''

N - Nostalgia - what’s your f/o’s favorite memory?

It might be when he won his first fighting tournament. He was a promising warrior from a young age, till he got cursed. A more touching one would be our first New Year together as a couple; the celebration was spectacular and we felt a lot of sparks in the air. Being together made us feel even more confident about the coming year ahead of us, that we could face whatever comes our way, together.

G - Gush! talk about how much you love them 💜

YES! It's been so long since I last talked about him. What a perfect way to finish the post.

I feel like, of all my f/os, Dai Zong is my rock: the sturdiest, most reliable one. He has a strong spirit and a loyal heart, and would be there right beside me during all the storms. He's encouraging and he believes in me always. I know where I stand with him, and where he stands on everything.

And I love how he's not just some stick in the mud either. He knows how to have fun and laugh! He just doesn't like when others complicate things and stress him out. He adheres to principles and routine, but he'll also make a silly pose with Jumpy for Lin Chung to paint. I just love him so much, and I know the self ship community will understand me saying that despite what he looks like and where he's from.

I'll bet he's the next one I marry, too. 😉

[m-a-k-k-u]

I don’t even know where to start tbh I just need to get this mess off my chest... so the reason I thought about confessing all this to you was just thinking about your height got to me😳I think I have a size kink and for one yes you definitely have bde. But also I definitely have a height kink so.. I have this one boss at work and he’s like idek maybe 6’4” I’m not sure but like at least a head taller than me(5’9”)and that just gets to me. I wanna pull him down to me by his shirt and sit on his lap and cockwarm him, biting his shoulder hard while he embarrasses me. I wanna grind on his thigh and have him put me over his lap and just beat the crap out of me😳😳🤦🏻🤦🏻I had a check in with him the other day in his office and he just had his legs all splayed out and gosh it was hard to look him in the eye😳 So that’s that. Oh and an important side note in this is that I’m definitely a switch and my headspace both affects and is affected by that. So I have this other boss. He’s more of an area specific boss, under the other one. I crushed on him for quite a while but he has a girlfriend and etc so it was kind of a moot point. But at the beginning of the year he confessed he has feelings for me. Now he’s in the process of breaking up with his gf(it’s a bad situation and me aside I think he should get out of it for his own mental health)and he’s essentially mine at this point. With him I was more submissive and I’d call him daddy bc that’s where my headspace was at the time(bad stuff happening etc)but with stuff like that if I have doubt in my mind that he’s dominant over me it’s difficult. And I did have that doubt. And like I don’t know I’m just not where I was mentally before. Right now I’m just exhausted of everything and everyone and I kind of flipped from feeling everything to feeling absolutely nothing. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me like am I just fickle at heart? Because I want to treat people with all the kindness in my heart but I also can’t change how I feel. Do I just want someone to dominate me? Because on the one hand yes, I do, but I also just have these terrible urges to destroy that have been buried in my gut. I’ve been writing a book since grade school about it and it’s just such a part of me🤦🏻I don’t know who I am or what I want and I’m so tired of myself and of everything. So sorry for how graphic and detailed this got and it’s not even the half of it🤦🏻I appreciate you sir ~🏮

First of all let me just...

But also a lot of people like to be dominated because it frees up their mind from choices and stress. It's possible you are into that because you are so unsure of your feelings.

Also, it's totally fine to explore how you feel about other people and yourself. If they aren't for you then they aren't for you. Don't force a situation or relationship you feel uncomfortable with. Besides you shouldn't treat someone in a way you're not feeling. Aside from being polite it is important to be sincere and honest.

Keep doing you, anon. Also I feel you on that size thing. I like a big height difference.

[self-ships-ahoy]

I hate that Dai Zong goes so forgotten by everyone in the fandom. Even when he is remembered, no one wants to do anything with him. Why? Is it cuz he's strict? More mature than the others? Has a weird face?? Even the writers cast him aside most of the time. He has so much potential and deserved better.

I willingly took up the role as the fandom's sole content provider, but I'm a slow artist and don't always have picture ideas. It would be nice if, one day, someone else would join me and make something - anything, even just a little written headcanon. *sigh* Well, that won't change the way I feel about him. I'll keep doing what I'm doing and keep giving him the love he deserves.

[self-ships-ahoy]

Happy Boyfriend Day to these men

Honorable mentions to Garcello, who is waiting patiently to be an official f/o, and Fr. Mulcahy, whom I am respecting as a priest (unless/until he decides to leave).

(Also, it's Blu Sniper specifically being romantically shipped. Red is still platonic.)

[self-ships-ahoy]

💡, 📝, and ✏️ (that one can be for medic)

Self Ship Asks - Content Creator Edition

💡lightbulb: which f/o do you feel the most creative with when making content/coming up with ideas for them? Why?

That's hard to say. A lot of my ideas stayed in my head and were forgotten before I had time to create them.. but from what I can think of now, the answer sort of surprises me: I think it's Dai Zong and Thundercracker. Dai Zong is a guy the writers greatly ignored, and he has just enough potential for me to get inspired from; I like building his life story! As for Thunder, he's not only a platonic f/o and a crush of mine, but a huge writing muse. I have a roleplay blog for him and everything; I LOVE defining who he is and treating him like he's my own.

📝dialogue: which of your f/o’s speech patterns do you like the most/find the most fun to write for?

Want another surprise? Scout. I have no idea why, and @/sketchyships can confirm, but I just completely get his dialect and rhetoric. And it's a lot of fun to do, too. XD

✏️pencil: what’s your greatest weakness when it comes to creating content for your f/o?

........actually creating the content, and that goes for all f/os. I can get good ideas in my head, but whether it's school or wrist pain or a bad night or who knows what else, something keeps me from drawing it. For Medic, I have a few ideas for him (some with Tech) that are beyond my skill level and idk how to approach it. So it just stays in my head, hoping to not be forgotten. ╮(╯▽╰)╭