#i see you rayne

[rav3nizdead]

imagine making a whole ass call-out post just cus I liked ur shit??? I see you bitch.

[xx-projectsekai-au-concepts-xx]

"When someone wishes on a shooting star, sometimes, on very rare occasions, if they're really lucky... their wish will come true."

Saki and Tsukasa are literal shooting stars given human form, who were sent down to Earth after their parents made a wish, and have lived amongst humans for their entire lives.

[thestaticonyourscreen]

WE LOVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 🔥🔥🔥

[abyssalmermaiden]

A kiss while one party is carried

with Yloise of @yloiseconeillants thank you for letting Aryaille smooch her (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

bonus close ups (⸝⸝⸝• ω •⸝⸝⸝) ♡

kiss roulette

[memento-mariii]

A bond between a girl and her robot is something that can be so special.

[owl-bones]

i never posted that Eos design, and unfortunately all i have at the moment is this very rough sketch aldbdkddhk but here you can have him like this until i make a proper ref

[golden-eye-ramblings]

Agito Tyrone Headcanon Dump Part 1

This was mostly spurred from how little content and context there is of this guy so I’m sharing these as a way to ignite the signal flare, enjoy y’all. Gif credit to @fallinblossoms

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Agito Tyrone

Height: 6’2/188cm

Age: 22

Birthdate: February 21st

Sign: Pisces

Gender: AMAB

Pronouns: He/It

Sexuality: It’s Complicated

• Chosen by Artemis. Goddess of the wild, the hunt, vegetation and of chastity. Although he rarely calls upon her or uses his thirds due to how unstable she is.

• Vegetarian. Fish and eggs are fine but he detests eating any regular meat or meat product. Save for when he’s getting groceries to feed his pets.

• Aside from Hippo-tan, he also owns a domesticated dodo he rescued from an illegal dodo trade. Dodos have no natural predators so they become too accustomed to the presence of humans to be released into the general wild, so he adopted one and has plans on relocating the rest to a proper environment.

• Lives in a relatively cozy house(read incredibly lonely feel, I’m talking single chair for one person at the dinner table, couch and minimal decorations save for pet items he bought for Hippo-tan and the dodo. His bedroom has a similar lonely feel although he has a dresser and closet with all his favorite torture instruments on display).

• Contrary to popular belief, Hippo-tan is not just a pet dragon. I like to believe he’s actually a special kind of service animal used to regulate Agito’s magic. Similar(ish) to Tsurara, Agito’s magic is rather unstable. So Hippo-tan acts as a familiar in order to balance and control the output(hence how he’s able to seemingly transform and control his size and attacks at will, also free emotional support dragon).

• Early bird. Regardless of how late he stays up he will get up at 6am on the dot.

• Frequent church goer. Occasionally stays after sermons to help out and do charity work. Although were it not for his status as a Divine Visionary, his presence usually isn’t welcomed.

• During his time in the Bureau of Magic he helped set up a menagerie/zoo of exotic and endangered magical creatures. And yes he does volunteer when he can, it’s always a surreal surprise for the other staff when they see him.

• Despite his rather quiet demeanor and the rumors surrounding him(and his unique proclivities), he’s actually quite nice. Although most of his kind acts around the bureau go unnoticed, he’s ok with that.

• In terms of closeness to the other Divine Visionaries, he is closest with Renatus and most friendly towards Tsurara. He’s on amicable terms with Sophina, neutral with Kaldo and Orter, and negative terms with Ryoh. He’s yet to properly approach Rayne, but it seems the two are content with keeping their distance from each other(although he is curious about the rabbit rumors…).

• His mother and father are both alive and well, though it seems he’s not on good terms with them…

• Aside from regular tomatoes, his favorite dish is bouillabaisse.

• Favorite drink is water. Yes, just water. If he has to attend the Bureau of Magic drinking parties he’ll settle for a cheap ale or wine as to not get egged on by his coworkers. He’s not a very exuberant person.

[strigital]

when ur devilish gf's power of love helps u overcome ur evil god of murder daddy and ascend from being fallen back to a proper aasimar and now ur a mentally stable happy bastard who can take his soon-to-be wife for a romantic flight over the city 🪽💕

[six-improbable-things]

Raynes songs always go hard, but the lyrics for Tie Me To The Tracks are something else:

"You showed me what you are but I couldn't believe you. Assumed you were a star, and never really wondered why your eyes were burning red."

"I see the carrion crows, I hear the whistle blow, I know it's coming soon. I'll close my eyes, imagine what the big surprise could be and say goodbye. Wish I didn't have to die, but I'm not gonna see you again."

"You can tie me to the tracks if you wanna. You can stab me in the back, and I'll take a moment to relax cause at least I'm not gonna see you again."

[phantomdimension]

Actually, on my Tomoha Is A Murk theory, do we know how much even just a little bit of blood can affect a starved murk? Because my husband and I were talking about Gressil, and I went back to the bridge scene to get a direct quote about something, and I noticed--there was (his own) blood on the knife that he used to threaten Tomoha with.

You know. Right before she has her massive bout of strength and then promptly passes out. Bc she has fainting spells.

[belsasim]

One day, the Dreamer family was spending time again at the Desert Bloom park. While the oldest twins were playing with their friends and Sarah was entertaining the toddlers, Rayne took off for a jog around the area.

Suddenly clouds packed together and a rain shower surprised everyone at the park. Everyone took shelter in the park buildings, but Kit got worried about his father. He grabbed his bike and before Sarah could stop him, he rode off.

It didn't take him too long to spot his father in the distance. But as he got closer, something felt strangely off. Rayne wasn't alone. Kit slowed down and approached cautiously. He watched as his father was talking to a woman. But this wasn't talking like his father talked to, say, Kit's teacher. He was touching this woman's arm, stroking it softly. Just as he did with Sarah. And then, he hugged her. Tight and long. Just as he did with Sarah.

Confused, Kit turned around. This was wrong. He didn't want to see this. He rode his bike back to the park as fast as his legs allowed him. There, his worried mother first gave him a short talking to for just riding off in the rain and then asked: "And did you find your father?". Kit felt his stomach turn. He couldn't tell her what he had seen, could he? "Hmpf, he's on his way," he shrugged, hoping his mother would not notice he was lying.

A short while later, Rayne did get back to the park. He made a beeline to Sarah, taking her in an embrace. "You took your time. I was little worried about you," Sarah softly told him off. "Yeah, sorry about that," Rayne replied, "I missed you." Watching this scene, Kit's blood started to boil. This. Was. Wrong.

[nomaishuttle]

ran out of space in the tags anyways

[im-bush3d]

idk about you but theres smth about oblivious reader tropes that get me everytime! or avoiding them because you like them.

Ooh I would say oblivious written tropes (if written well ) are pretty interesting to read- although to be honest, I haven't come across many (in writing) but I do agree with you that oblivious reader quotes a good trope-especially when it's blindingly obvious and you get to see the other person hint or clearly show signs of attraction and yet the reader having no idea. Avoiding them because they like you depends on the circumstance - I hate it in animes/movies when there's a miscommunication and they avoid each other/ avoid talking which drags out the plot and really infuriates me. (although I know this isn't what you say)

But like I said... If written well those tropes can work out really adorably and the fluff in there is worth it in the end

[spilled-ink-like-spilled-wrists]

Some days I miss you with every beat of my heart, every breath that fills my lungs.

Other days, I don’t even remember what you look like.

[ace-sailor-uranus]

upon further consideration, why are elves always tall and skinny? what creature of the forest is naturally long/tall and skinny??

certainly not wolves. or wild cats. or bears or squirrels or birds or fuckin. deer. do you know how small deer are? they're shockingly tiny.

elk are massive. moose are fucking GINORMOUS. why would a horse be naturally in the forest.

if your elf is tall, by all accounts they should be, like. maybe not beefy, but certainly not SKINNY. light and ethereal my ass.

if your elf is skinny, give them. fuckin. squirrel proportions or smth, idfk. absolute bean of a nature friend.

give me a bear!elf damn it

[motthe]

Married+jayce viktor, visit relatives +she/her reader?

warnings: crazy aunt shenanigans, nsfw jokes

With a deep breath, you turned to your husbands and gave them one last glance over. You were quick to straighten Jayce’s tie—a matching candy red to Viktor’s turtleneck.

“Darling,” chuckled Jayce, knuckles coming up to nudge your chin and raise your eyes to his, “you’re preening again.”

“I know,” you muttered, swallowing. “I’m sorry, I’m just—”

“We can always turn around,” Viktor coerced. His hand at your back was a welcome touch. “We’ve not reached the door. There’s still time.”

“Hey,” Jayce intervened, “holidays are about socializing.”

Viktor pursed his lips as he leaned closer to your ear. “I’ll go for the ankles while you run, dove.”

You chuckled, smacking his chest softly in warning. Jayce just rolled his eyes and leaned over the both of you to knock, sending you into a panic.

“Okay, remember what I told you,” you whispered, looking between both of them. “My family is super accepting, but they’re a bit—“

“We met most of them at the wedding, we know,” Jayce laughed.

“You didn’t meet Great Aunt Lynda,” you squeaked. “She was traveling.”

“Great Aunt Lynda?” Your husbands questioned as the door opened.

“Oh, my sweet girl!” your mother cheered, stepping out into the cold to give you a tight hug. She smelled of freshly cooked gingerbread and flour. She was quick to pull you into the warmth of the house before waving the men in. “Viktor, Jayce! So great to see you both!” They had to lean down for her to kiss their cheeks, leaving you to smile to yourself as you rid yourself of your coat. “How have you all been? I saw the pictures from the honeymoon—just gorgeous!”

Viktor was quick to relieve Jayce of his button up jacket as he moved to you while he traded greetings with your mother.

“Is that my girl?”

“Dad!” you sang, barely able to turn in time before he tugged you into a wrestle of an embrace. He always knocked the breath out of you. “Good to see you,” you choked out.

“Viktor,” he nodded over your shoulder, “how are the gadgets?”

“Nothing has exploded this month,” he replied, pulling a chuckle from your old man before he moved away to shake his hand. “Jayce! How are ya, son?”

You wrapped your arm around Viktor’s, guiding him towards the living room once the jackets were put up.

“I am glad one of us loves to talk,” he mumbled.

“You always get pulled into a conversation with Uncle Jimmy,” you scoffed, smirking as he shrugged.

“He is a very interesting man.”

A zip of movement out of the corner of your eye had you stepping in front of Viktor as the twin toddlers ran full tilt at him. You managed to crouch just in time to take the brunt of it in the chest. There went your breath again.

“You goblins!” you wheezed, shaking them as they giggled. “No running in the house!”

“Rayne, Ron! Get your butts back to the playroom!” came their mother and your cousin. She apologized and said a quick hello before picking up the kids by their waist and carting them off. There was no real anger as their giggles echoed through the room along with more greetings from everyone else.

“Food will be done soon!” your mother announced before shuffling by you with another hug. Jayce was behind you when you turned, waving to everyone. Always the poster man.

“That them?!”

“Dear God,” you sighed, catching the pitchy voice above everyone else.

“Oh,” Viktor said.

“Is that…?” muttered Jayce.

Your great aunt came waddling up, the ugliest holiday sweater known to man on her pudgy form and a light up christmas tree hat.

“Lynda!” you said, stepping forward to hug her but she was quick to shake her hands at you.

“Oh, I know you plenty, lemme see these two hotties you bagged!”

Half the room groaned while the other laughed. Knowing better than to get between Lynda and her interests, you stepped to the side and sent an apologetic look to your husbands.

Viktor, wide eyed and lost, stayed put as Jayce, ever the social bug, stepped forward to introduce himself. Lynda wasted no time in grabbing his hands and pulling him down to her height.

“Strong, chiseled face,” she hummed, patting his cheek, “bet she loves to sit on that, heh.”

“Mother!” another cousin shrieked, clapping a hand over her young teen’s ears.

“Very nice, yes, now,” Lynda turned to Viktor, eyeing him up and down. “Cane. That’s kinky. Lemme hear the accent everyone goes gaga over.”

“I beg your pardon?” he questioned and you couldn’t keep from laughing at the shock on his face.

“Mm-hmm, yep, I see it, hon,” Lynda called to you, wagging a finger. “Knew you were spoiled, but this steals the cake. Two handsome men, God, reminds me of my twenties. Had a whole harem once—“

“Lynda, shut your trap. You know how many kids are running around this place?” came Uncle Jimmy. He shook his head as the woman grumbled and waved an arm at you and your partners. “You guys go and get comfy. Sorry about her.”

Viktor followed you to the couch, Jayce’s “whoa!” snapping the air. You both turned to see Lynda wagging her eyebrows up at him as he held a hand to his ass in affront.

“My God,” Viktor whispered, “you weren’t kidding.”

You hid the rest of your giggles in his chest as you cozied up on the couch.

It was going to be a long, interesting night with your relatives.