#Mamaaas birthday 2022

[nad-zeta]

Morning coffee

Fandom: Tears of Themis

Pairings: Darius x Reader

Eeeeek Happy Birthday MAMAAAAA @moonlit-stargazer!!!☺😳😳! Gaaaaaaah can you believe it! How fast time flies! I hope you have a truly wonderful day mamaaaa and get spoiled rotten ❤❤😳Love you so so much mama! I hope all your dreams come true❤May this year treat you with all the love and kindness! My wish is that you put yourself first this year and take care of yourself! HOPE YOU EAT MORE CAKE AND CANDY THAN HUMANLY POSSIBLE ❤☺I Am so happy to have met and gotten to know you mamaaa! You are a truly wonderful person and ya make my heart so happy! Thanks for being such a wonderful friend! Let me stop before i get toooo sappy! ❤❤❤❤❤ also this is in collab with the wonderfully talented Albyyyyy @alby-rei ... ill link the super pretty cards tomorrow 🥺🥺🥺

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The phone alarm had sounded for the 2nd time already. And Darius, with sleep riddled eyes drooping with the heavy stains of black — the true tellings of a workaholic hard at work— let go of a loud groan, blindly tapping around his desk to extinguish the menace interrupting his slumber.

He could barely lift his head from the position on his desk, crink in his neck, completely locked from the awkward position he had taken up, "resting his eyes." He knew what you would tell him if you saw him in this old man state of his, "divine punishment," and for once, he could agree; after all, slaving away over the latest case until daybreak was a hell of his own making.

You, after all, had one rule, no work after 10 pm. But this case had been on his mind since coming back from the office, and he knew if he had gone to bed last night, he might very well have spent the evening staring up at the ceiling thinking about the closed folder calling his name.

In a series of 6 alarms, the third sounded, and a dull headache started to drum against his skull. He wondered if he had just left it, if it would eventually turn itself off, or would it first wake the whole household. Between a state of wake and sleep, he managed to silence it.

With the fourth going off, he finally managed to hoist his heavy head up, supported only by the numb pillar of his arm, while the other dragged the open case file closer. Surely, he would be able to get a few more hours of grinding in before making his way to the station.

By the time alarm 5 continued on and on and on, Captain Morgan had lost a losing battle, looking very much like a drunken captain on his trusty ship, swaying with the waves on his only good leg.

Oh, but he could sense you coming, even in his drunken sleep. His partner in crime and second in command.

The Softballs of your feet hit the off-white carpet and stopping short of the door.

"I love you, Darius, I really do," despite his state, the inklings of a smile began to form as he could almost picture the way your brows pulled together, hand resting on your hip, boring a hole in the back of his head— the exact same way you always did when he neglected his health.

"Honestly, sometimes," he knew you like the palm of his hand; by now, you were shaking your head and creeping closer, the promises of a long sigh to follow.

And there it was, tickling his ears at the same time the aroma of the freshly brewed dark roast hit his nose. Oh, how he fell in love with you over and over again, especially in that moment that you silenced that wretched alarm. What would he do without you? It certainly was a miracle that he had found someone who'd put up with his shit in the first place.

"Morning," you chimed with arms looped around his shoulders, mouth pressed briefly against his past 6 O'clock shadow.

"Mornin," he rasped out the first words of the day, pulling the sides of his mouth up even further to give a lopsided grin, which immediately turned into a scowl as you swiftly left his office to get ready for your own busy day ahead.

Blindly reaching over, he brought the caffeine to his lips, and inhaled deeply, letting the caramelised nutty aroma wash over him. Coffee to him was like Rum was to thee Captain Morgan. A past self that felt like a lifetime ago yet never forgotten with permanent evidence skittered across his chest, three sheets to the wind.

He tipped to take the first sip of the day with a contented huff, and suddenly the world seemed to make sense. Bitter taste smoothed across his palate and kick-started his day.

The harsh lines indenting his face eased and smooth with each gulp, as scowl turned impassive, and finally to dimpled half-smirk.

Setting the mug down and pulling himself closer to his desk, he knew his fingers wouldn't be the only thing cracked that morning.

[nad-zeta]

The Ocean’s Call

Ikesen

Pairings: Motonari x MC

Comments: Eeeeeeeek! MAMAAAAAAA’s BIRTHDAY!!!!! 🥰🥺GAAAAAh so excited! ❤🌈My sweet sweeet @moonlit-stargazer i cant believe its been almost 2 years! Gaaah mamaaaa its been an absolute privilege knowing someone as sweet and kind hearted as you, and being able to call you a call you a friend! 🥺❤I hope the remainder is this year is as kind to you as you are to all those who surround you, else ima be kicking 2022′s asss! HMPF🥺❤ Sending you infinity HUGS love ya loads mamaaaaa! ❤❤❤❤❤

TW: It gets a lil angsty! Be warned hehe, also Tw; bullying, mentions of death 

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A lonesome boy throwing pebbles in the endless, bitter tides.

He sat upon the large algae-covered rock, hidden far from prying eyes and venom tongues. "Ow," the pained voice of a little girl reached his ears after the 4th pebble cast out.

Motonari shot up at the sound, arming himself with sling and stone, ready for round two. He knew those boys would come back to finish him off— he was nothing if not a little mouthy and tough as nails, refusing to give any the satisfaction of seeing even an ounce of weakness from him. 

On high alert, ready to fend off those despicable humans who'd taunted and ridiculed him so. He cautiously slid down the rock, waves lapping at his toes, as he trod slowly, lightly, careful not to make so much as a squeak to give away his position. 

He held his breath for 2 beats, closing his eyes and prickling his ears, yet nothing but the howling wind and collapsing tides could be heard. 

"Tsk", he shook his head, irritated at the fact that a mere trick of the mind would startle him so. 

"I must be going slightly mad," he muttered to himself, looking out to the orange horizon, throwing yet another skipping stone into the crashing waves. 

"Would you stop that," the voice once again appeared, raised with hints of irritation.

This time Motonari found his own voice calling out to the vast ocean, wondering if the sun had finally cooked that brain of his, "who be there, show yer self, or- or." 

"Or what?" The ocean chimed back, leaving Motonari absolutely speechless. 

"Or this!" he threw another pebble in the air and watched it be caught by a wave; suspended, he stared, paralysed, breathless, wide-eyed. That is until the stream of salted water lifted ever higher and, like a bucket of ice water, was dumped straight over his head. 

The ocean chimed, and Motonari huffed in response, folding his arms before his dripping chest and turning away sharply. That was, until, the laughter ceased altogether with a group of boys approaching the famed beggar prince. The group sneered, and one word flashed in Motonari's mind. Trouble. He cursed himself for being distracted by the sea sprites, forgetting the reason he had come to this location in the first place.

He climbed back onto the rock as the malice group of much bigger, and much much older boys approached ever closer. The wind picked up, and the seagulls cried. The once calm placid sea roared to life as the clouds darkened and rumbled closer. 

Tides quickly changed, and soon Motonari found himself surrounded by a body of rising water, cutting off the boys' entrance route. In fact, the rough waves lapped dangerously at the sand, and the boys would have been fools not to give up their pursuit of Motonari and retreat home before being pulled into the deadly currents. 

Trapped now by the swirling scum, Motonari spotted a bright red jewel at his feet, gently placed there by the ever-soothing waters.

That marked Motonari's first encounter with the mysterious voice. 

Since, he has gone back to that clearing many times, proof that it wasn't all a dream, that the salt and sun weren't slowly robbing him of his mind. 

Some days he would simply sit and ponder, staring out at the placid blue, and sharpen his mind with whatever book be thrown away. One man's trash was certainly another treasure. In those quiet moments among the shouting of the seagulls and the gentle touch of the icy waves meeting his feet, he could hear the gentle ringing of a melody carried from the depths beneath, and that was enough. 

Other times he would curse at the sea, vent his frustrations, disown all of humanity, kick at the sand and throw pebbles at the waves. He desperately wanted to get away, out of the hell hole where he was raised.

"You need to cool down," followed by a dumping of water over his head, just like when he was a child. On these days, we would splash back at the invisible force with a crack of a smile and a slither of an apology at his tongue.

However, on this particular day, Motonari was in no such mood, pacing up and down. No amount of playful water fights would bring about the lighthearted crack to his exterior. 

"I am leaving in the morning," he finally admitted, crumbling down, hands digging deep into the sand as if being swallowed whole. None to witness other than his only friend— imaginary or not. 

"I will be there should you need me," the voice responded soothingly, a whisper of a promise.

He didn't say it then, throat too constricted to allow a single squeak, "he always needed them,"—the small light among this rotten humanity. Instead, he bowed his head low, simply nodding. His gloved hand reached deep into his pocket confines and squeezed the red jewel tight, and somehow, he knew everything would be alright.

Years had passed, and with each passing port, Motonari hardened, withdrew, and it was at this, his final battle with the Oda, that he would finally accept his fate. A lone pirate on a wandering bark, the brave distraction for the rest of his crew to get to off the doomed vessel and back to safety. All cannons pointing right at him. He always was a sucker for a flashy show, a grand finale. And what better way to bow out than with a bang.

He stood on the bow of his ship, chin tipped and head held high. In his hand he held his most valuable treasure, a golden compass, encrusted with one single red ruby. He closed his eyes at the sound of the first of the balls ripping through the brittle wood. 

Smiling out at the ocean, "aye, we had a good run, old friend." he threw the prized compass like the pebbles he used to skip as a child. 

And then darkness, and the soft soundings of a once-familiar voice, singing his favourite shanty sweetly, 

"But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry (oh, would you?)

And I would keep you from all harm

If you would stay beside me." 

Motonari cracked open his eyes to see not the ocean, nor the mischievous waves, but a beautiful woman smiling sweetly at him, and deep in his heart, he knew. 

A promise formed in his once hardened heart that no matter where life would take him, nor how much trouble he would face, this would always be his home. She would always be his home.

A smile broke through his hard exterior as he extended a hand out towards the woman and with a voice gravel and gruff, he sang along, 

"I have no use for rings of gold,  

I care not for your poetry, 

I only want your hand to hold, 

I only want you near me."

His only friend, his love, his home

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For the Dancing and the Dreaming