#soukus

[saltprince]

Lyric video for Yuel & Societte's character song, Souku Hana no Mai.

[icharchivist]

Translation of Souku Hana no Mai, Yuel and Societte's duet!

[dracoqueen22]

BlorboWriMo 2024 - Day Five

“I noticed.” Cecil squares his shoulders and matches her tone. “I recognize that Shively and I arrived earlier than anticipated, but that is no excuse for tardiness. Everyone should have been here prepared and present ten minutes ago.” 

Thatcher smirks, the lazy dip of his mouth bleeding insubordination. Dougan slouches next to him, two years younger and eager to impress not his captain, but Thatcher, who’s made something of a name for himself as a rebel because he’s loud and toes the line. 

Cecil says nothing. He looks to Shively instead. “Who’s missing?” 

She produces the list from her side pouch and reviews the names before saying, “Private Soukus and Private Mayfield.” 

Cecil does not recognize either name. New graduates, he assumes, given the rest of his unit. 

“Mark them for censure.” Cecil tucks his hands behind his back and turns back toward the remaining eight, half of whom have lost attention and started to slouch. “This mission is of utmost importance. We are tasked with reclaiming, if not the sword herself, then information pertaining to the location of the Zivati Sirene.” 

This sparks interest in even Thatcher, for the loss of Sirene has long been a blight for the Templar. Suddenly, Cecil has their full attention. 

“To that end,” he continues, “I am hereby ordering that we capture, not kill, any Ori we encounter. Any persons found disobeying that order and reducing our chance to reclaim Sirene will face censure not only by me, but by High Templar Menelaus. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir!” the chorus of agreement was almost perfectly in tandem, though Cecil could practically see the scheming in Thatcher’s avian eyes. 

Shively claps her hands together. “Good.” She climbs up into the cart, taking the reins as the two matching borses paw anxiously at the cobblestones. “Private Calvin, you’re up front with me. Everyone else, into the back.” 

There is some grumbling, but no one outright refuses. Given that Private Calvin stands three heads taller than everyone else – definitely Gigant in his heritage – and broader than Shively herself, cramming him in the back would be torture. 

Borse-drawn carts aren’t usually given on a mission such as Cecil’s, but if he’s to return with prisoners, it’ll be easier to keep them in line. It’ll also make travel faster. 

Cecil returns to Snow and pulls himself into the saddle. He’s just about situated when the front doors of the barracks fling open and two infantrymen come barreling into view, one a rosy-cheeked human with ginger curls and the other with felinid in their heritage, given their furred ears and large, almond eyes. 

They were both at the same table in the mess hall, openly disparaging Cecil and complaining about their assignment. 

“We’re here!” gasps the felinid, sharp canines poking from behind thin lines. “Private Mayfield, reporting for duty!” 

“Private Soukus, reporting in!” says the human, freckles a spray across their face as they snap to attention, armor askew and graduation badges on their lapel. 

Cecil swings Snow around to face both of them, staring down from on high. “You are late,” he says. “If we had left without you, I would have stripped the both of you of your diploma.” 

“Apologies!” Mayfield bows deep, ears flattened to their skull, genuinely contrite. 

Soukus offers a shallow bow and a mumble that might be an apology, if Cecil were feeling gracious, which he’s not. Soukus’ voice, he recalls, had been the loudest. 

“He called you a whore,” Vesper says. She crouches in his mind like a vulture eyeing fresh kill. “Is it still legal for a captain to lash his subordinates?” 

Cecil sends her a wave of fondness. “Not before a mission, you bloodthirsty creature.” Besides, tardiness and mumbled apologies are not insults worthy of a lashing, but given Soukus’ attitude, Cecil’s rather certain it won’t be long before the boy insults again. 

“Private Mayfield, get in the cart,” Cecil says, his voice as cold and hard as the stone around them. “Private Soukus, if you emerge from that cart with your armor as askew as it is now, I will ensure your next year is spent scrubbing the latrine. Am I understood?” 

Mayfield snaps off a perfunct salute and hustles to load themself into the cart. Soukus’ brow draws down, pale eyes narrowing into a glower as he mutters, “yes, sir” before he climbs into the cart. 

“That one will be a problem,” Vesper says. “Watch your back, Cecil, or he might put his sword through it.” 

“They are rarely that brave,” Cecil says, but he makes note of it nonetheless. He catches Shively’s gaze, and her short nod indicates she will be keeping an eye on Soukus as well. 

Cecil clicks his tongue, urging Snow into motion, her claws clicking on the cobblestone as he moves ahead of the cart, and Shively follows behind. He’d best turn his focus to the mission. Vesper is relying on him, and so area ll the Templar. 

He cannot let anyone down. 

***end chapter two****

Lucas and Lysia are in the middle of an amusing anecdote, each cutting in over the other to correct themselves, when Dart feels the tingle up his spine. 

He pauses mid-step, something inside him going warm and vibrant all at once, as Sirene almost leaps out of her sheath. 

“Vesper!” she cries as he claps a hand down on her hilt, keeping her in place. “I can feel her. She’s near!” 

“Hold!” Dart snaps, in a voice of command he didn’t know he had, one hand rising into the air to close into a fist. “Everyone, be quiet.” 

Lysia and Lucas immediately shut their trap, Lucas notching an arrow to his bow while Lysia draws her great sword. They go back to back, staring into the woods to either side. Clare and Telemus have already gone ahead, scouting the path, while Weaver brings up the rear, twenty pace behind. 

“What is it?” Lysia asks. 

“What’s going on?” Lucas whispers. 

“I think there’s a Zivati blade somewhere nearby,” Dart says. He rubs a thumb over the jewel inlay in Sirene’s hilt, turning his questions inward. “How close?” 

Sirene makes a quiet whimper of desperation. “Close,” she whines, unhelpfully. “Oh, please, Dart. We have to go to her.” 

Wait. 

“If you can sense her, can she sense you?” Dart asks. 

“Of course!” 

Fuck. 

“We have a problem,” Dart says right as Telemus barrels out of the woods to the right, clutching his right arm where an arrow protrudes from his bicep. 

“Templars! On the road ahead of us,” he gasps. He’s pale with pain, blood trickling out over his fingers from the wound. “It’s a full unit. Their captain has a borse.” 

Fuck the Riptide!

Dart tightens his grip on Sirene’s hilt. “How far?” 

“They’ll be on us in minutes,” Telemus says. He sags back against a tree trunk, gasping for breath, as if he’d run the entire way. “What should we do, Captain?” 

This time, the title does not give him a thrill. It causes dread to pour over his body in an icy cold wave. One which has nothing to do with the fact it has started to snow, small flakes falling silently down upon them. 

They cannot defeat the Templar in a straight battle. Ori units simply aren’t structured for head to head combat. Their mission is meant to be one of stealth, not direct combat. Typically, they would hide and wait for the Templar unit to pass. It is the smartest course of action. Save for one tiny problem. 

Weaver catches up to them, an outraged squawk escaping her lips as she spies the arrow in her grandson’s shoulder. “They dare,” she says, voice low and threatening. 

“Now is not the time,” Dart tells her, though a part of him agrees. A part of him wants to charge forth, fangs and claws bared, Sirene in hand. “They outnumber is.” 

“I am not worried about numbers,” Weaver hisses. 

“Our mission is important,” Lysia snaps back, though she hasn’t been able to take her eyes from the blood dripping down Telemus’ arm, staining the packed earth of the road beneath him. 

“Yes, it is,” Dart says. He grabs Lysia and Lucas by an arm each, shoving them toward the forest. “Go. All of you. Hide.” 

Both twins resist, digging their heels into the road. “Go? What the fuck do you mean go? Where do you think you’re going?” 

“They can sense Sirene.” Dart pushes them harder, though it makes no difference. They’re both stronger than he is. “I’ll grab their attention, lead them away. Go.” 

“Just leave the damned thing behind,” Weaver snaps. She snaps the arrow in half and pulls it out of Telemus, blood staining her fingers as she wraps it quickly. 

Dart shakes his head. “I can’t do that.” Sirene’s his. It doesn’t matter that he’s only bonded with her for a few months. She called to him; he found her. They belong to each other, and Dart won’t leave her behind. 

“What in the Abyss are you fuckers doing?” Clare’s voice hisses down at them from a branch above. “We’ve got about thirty seconds before a Templar unit is going to see you. Get off the damned road!” Brown leaves rain down. There’s a faint rustle of sound before she takes her own advice and vanishes into the canopy. 

Weaver grabs Telemus and throws him over her shoulder. “Captain says go, we go,” she snaps at Lysia and Lucas before she turns and plunges into the woods, making a fair amount of racket, but her long legs eating up the distance quickly. 

Dart grits his teeth and gives both of the twins a shove, digging in his feet for leverage, and it’s enough to rock them forward a few paces. “Get out of here,” he urges. “I’ll be fine.” 

“You’d better be!” Lysia snarls. She whirls back toward him, and Dart has every intention of socking her in the face if he has to, but she just smacks a kiss on his cheek and takes off, slapping her brother’s shoulder as she passes. 

Lucas darts in to leave a kiss on his other cheek. “Don’t you dare die on us, Darvalon,” he says, before he takes off after his sister, and Dart is left alone in the road, Sirene rattling loud enough to make any kind of stealth impossible. 

“Vesper, Vesper!” she croons like a sob. 

“I know, sweetheart, but we can’t see her just yet,” Dart says. He squeezes the hilt one more time before he starts to run, straight down the road and toward the approaching Templar. 

He can hear them now, the steady clawing-thump of a borse in gallop, the rattling of cart wheels over hard-packed dirt, the faint shouts and clatter of armor. Smell them, too. Forge-fire and cooking smoke and wet feathers and city. 

Dart crests a small rise in the road, one that immediately curves sharply downward with the glitter of the ocean visible to his left, and then he sees them. A Templar on borse-back, far ahead of more Templar surrounding a cart, some on foot, one on top of the cart, bow clutched in long hands, racing closer. 

The cart full of enemies is a more dangerous threat, but Dart’s eyes linger on the captain, the one by himself on horseback. This far, he can only get glimpses of details. Silver armor. Blond hair. Black horns jutting toward the sky. The hilt of a sword poking up over their left shoulder. 

“Vesper!” Sirene cries and a pulse of something cold and longing throbs from Dart’s chest, radiating outward. 

He staggers at the intensity of the emotion, so heavy it steals his breath, and for a moment, the world stops. He sees two persons, intangible shapes, intertwined, their cores interwoven like two things that cannot – should not – be separated. 

There’s a flash – sword ringing on sword. Someone cries, no sobs, weeping. Whines turned to whimpers turned to low, aching wails. 

The festering stench of rot, sickly sweet in his nostrils, and dry, so dry his throat aches and a cough seizes at his lungs. 

A laugh, sweet, chiming like bells. A rolling chuckle, the touch of lips, urgent. Hot. Passion. Then the cold, aching grasp of loss. Cavernous. Debilitating. 

Dart’s knees wobble. He blinks and he’s back into himself, if he’d ever gone anywhere. Snow lands on his cheeks, his hair, his fins. 

The Templar Captain yanks on the reins, too sharp for the borse to endure. It cries a shrill protest, head pulling back, claws digging into the earth as it jerks to a halt. And Dart knows, without having to ask, that the captain has Vesper. 

His heart leaps in his ribs, and he doesn’t know if that’s Sirene’s reaction or his own. Despite the distance, he catches the captain’s eyes. They’re some shade of purple. Pretty. They widen as if he, too, has recognized that Dart carries Sirene. 

“Go to her, go to her!” Sirene sobs, and Dart starts forward, almost before he tells his feet to do it. Like he’s not in control. Like Sirene has the reins. 

One step. Two steps. Three– an arrow clips his cheek, slicing through his skin like fire, the sharp bite of blood a harsh stench in his nostrils. 

The world widens. He remembers the cart of Templar. He remembers his friends. The snow falls heavier, but still quiet, and above it all, is the shouting, the borse ululating, Sirene rattling. 

What the fuck is Dart doing? He needs to run! 

Dart spins and launches himself toward the sparser woods to his left. Here the trees are further apart, there are no bushes, there’s no cover, but he’s not trying to hide. He needs them to give chase. He needs them to look the other way. 

“Idiot! I said we need them alive!” someone shouts. 

“Go, go, go!” someone else snarls, their voice like a wolf’s howl. 

“You’re going the wrong way,” Sirene cries as branches slap against Dart’s body, as he pushes harder, faster, still not used to running on Dryland after all these months. 

Dart chances a look over his shoulder, and panic strobes through his lungs. They’ve freed the two borses hauling the cart. He can’t see the captain, but two of the infantry are riding toward him, borse claws eating up the ground, quick and agile as they dart through the trees. 

“Dart!”

He stumbles at the shout ringing through his head, making his vision go white for a fraction of a second. He loses balance, careens off a tree, hears the loud crack of his shoulder trying to slip out of socket. 

“They’ll kill me!” Dart gasps. He shakes his head and pushes forward, the ground starting to decline now, the sea getting closer and closer. He can smell it, so thick and salty and perfect. 

If he can get to the water, nothing will catch him. 

“Vesper won’t let them,” Sirene insists, and if a Zivati could be called tearful, Sirene certainly sounds like she is. The longing in her voice makes Dart’s heart ache. “Please, Dart. Please turn around.” 

Dart pushes harder, leaping over a log, reaching up to grab a branch and swing himself forward. His shoulder cracks a protest and gives way, sending pain radiating outward as his arm goes limp. 

Dart hits the ground and topples, only turning his drop into a roll at the last moment. Unfortunately, he rolls right over his dislocated shoulder, and the pain is excruciating. For a moment, he sees white, lying there, panting, the world spinning and spinning. 

“Ka-cawwww!” One of the borses gives a war cry. Their feet thump closer. 

Dart pushes himself to his feet, sways and staggers against a tree with his good shoulder. His vision wobbles, but he can see the two borses, pale yellow against the brown of the trees, darting in and out of the trunks. They are sleek, agile things. Bred for speed, not drawing a cart. 

He needs to slow them down. 

Dart sucks in a breath, draws on the well of power in his gut, and pushes off the tree. He waves his good hand in a sharp fling toward the oncoming soldiers, fingers flicking the cast like the magic is something to be discarded. 

Thin tendrils of smoke erupt from his fingertips, snaking through the air and expanding as they spread. Within seconds, they’ve formed a thick, gray cloud between him and his pursuers, obscuring their vision, but most of all–

A loud, honking cough echoes through the wood. The borses make horrendous noises that Dart thinks are sneezes as the two soldiers start to cough and curse and make nauseated sounds. The toxin won’t kill them, but they certainly won’t be running after Dart anytime soon. 

But he can feel it. The captain. Vesper. They’ve shaken off the same fugue that had its grip on Dart and they’re getting closer. 

Dart picks up the pace, half-running, half-sliding down the steep incline. He scans the environment frantically, searching for the quickest exit, when it feels like Sirene grabs his left ear and yanks. 

“There! Jump there!” she shouts as the thunder of an approaching borse rises behind him. 

Dart stumbles, fleeing in the direction she pulled. A briar bush slaps him at the knees, tearing his thin leggings. He shoves between two thin saplings, their bark peeling like shed skin, the ground covered in a faint layer of stone. Wind whips at his face, his hair, smelling salt and wet, and below, the roar of waves crashing against a cliffside. 

He glances over his shoulder, even though he knows he shouldn’t, and his heart skips several beats. It’s the captain, riding hard, his white borse like a ghost cutting through the snow. 

Their eyes meet again. 

There’s a pull in his chest, like something connects him to the Templar captain. It has to be Vesper calling for Sirene and vice versa, because Dart doesn’t know the man. Has never seen him before this day. 

“Vesper,” Sirene murmurs, her voice so longing that Dart’s eyes tear up. If he could reunite them, he would, but he’s not keen on dying yet. 

And fortunately, Sirene’s not keen on him getting killed. “You have to jump, Dart. Now. Because if they get any closer, I won’t let you.”

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Day Four Word Count: 3055 Running Word Count: 11, 091

[trueromajilyrics]

Mystic Fragrance - Knights (Ensemble Stars!!)

★ True Romaji Lyrics ★

(Hohoho, hohoho, hohoho)

Mune ni nokosu fureguransu...

Sure chigau toki, kidzuiteru deshou? Furezu ni (Fiiru mii) Sasou (Puriizu) Intenshon

Kagami ni utsuru honne ni sotto Tada you (Shiikuretto) Yokan (Veiru) Kanjite

Junsui na kimochi no ura no Osae rarenai yokubou ga Tsuki no kagayaku kirei na Yoru ni tsubasa wo hiraku no

(Retto mii, an du torowa) Toppu noot wa (Inpuresshon) Masshiroi Doresu (Wana bii Odetto) Matte iru no, tatta hitori dake wo

(Misutikku Fureguransu) Ai to iu Pafyuumu matoi (Misutikku Fureguransu) Baree wo odotte

(Hohoho)

Mi ni tsukeru nara, sore ni fusawashii Jibun de (Fiiru mii) Itai (Puriizu) Mai Sutairu

Kagami ni utsuru sugata ga kitto Hitomi ni (Yua aizu) Utsuru (Onrii) Subete

Tachidomari utsumu ita hi wo Shitte iru kara kazareru no Motto kagayakeru hazu no Ashita wo tsuyoku shinjite ii

(Retto mii, an du torowa) Midoru nooto wa (Paasonaritii) Karafuru na doresu (Wana bii Maiserufu) Koi ni ochite, shinjitsu wo shitte iku

(Misutikku Fureguransu) Ai to iu Pafyuumu matoi (Misutikku Fureguransu) Karei ni odotte

Souku suruu...

Sutto, sotto, kitto, kioku ni Motto, zutto... Shimi konde Isshun datte eien ni naru you na Kaori de dakishimeru

(Retto mii, an du torowa) Rasuto nooto wa (Dizaia) Shikkoku no doresu (Wana bii Odiiru) Furi-mukasetai, tatta hitori dake wo

(Misutikku Fureguransu) Houkou ga toketa toki ni (Misutikku Fureguransu) Hontou wo tsutaete (Misutikku Fureguransu) Iroasenai omoi no hito hira wo (Misutikku Fureguransu) Mune ni nokosu fureguransu...

(Hohoho)

Anata no mune ni

★ Song link || Base romaji || Resource 1 || Resource 2 ★

[sunriseverse]

it’s honestly so weird to see youku logos on shows because growing up youku (and souku and all the other variations) wasn’t like……….a production company or anything it was just like. chinese youtube.

[officialzedwap]

Diamond Platnumz - Waah! ft Koffi Olomide

Diamond Platnumz ft. Koffi Olomide – Waah Mp3 Download Wasafi Boss, Diamond Platnumz hits the music scene with a new jam for the season captioned, ‘Waah!’ which features Pre-eminent Congolese soukus singer, dancer, producer, and composer Koffi Olomide. this dope vibe got the production keys from Lizer Classic. How’d folks here at Zedwap you can simply download any song of your choice from your…

[traducciones-ingrid]

(Traducción Español) Con Flores y Tú - Soraru x Keeno

Descripción: 「Keeno, quien me ha gustado desde hace mucho tiempo, ha escrito esto para mí.」

0:00

Hoy también solamente te doy flores,

pequeñas flores blancas.

Suavemente tocan esa mejilla tuya.

Eres muy hermosa.

0:38

Tu voz de canto también me tocó.

Tan dulce y cálida.

Para que no te pusieras fría

te abracé fuertemente.

1:04

¿Qué puedo hacer

con mis manos terriblemente pequeñas?

Incluso mis lágrimas, que parecen estar secándose,

se veían vacías.

Si soy tan débil entonces…

1:27

Te daré la mitad de mi corazón.

Así que, déjame verte sonreir otra vez.

Si eso es todo lo que se necesita,

estoy seguro de que te daré una sonrisa.

Con un deseo débil que siempre arde dentro de mi,

hoy también sigo buscando flores para ti.

2:05

¿Cuál color escogeré? ¿Cuál color te queda bien?

¿Qué canción cantaré

para que ya no te sientas sola más?

2:31

Porque tus ojos están cerrados,

el cielo siempre se verá de noche para mi.

Ya ni siquiera puedo ver las estrellas.

Solo sigo recogiendo flores.

Cuando tu voz desapareció del mundo,

fue como si estuviera en las profundidades del mar.

Porque soy débil, 

lo único que puedo hacer es gritar.

“Alguien, sálvala.”

Está bien si no soy yo,

solo quiero que sonríes.

3:28

Si la mitad de mi corazón no es suficiente,

te daré mis ojos, mis oídos y mis extremidades.

Si eso es todo lo que se necesita,

estoy seguro de que te daré una sonrisa.

Tu sonrisa y tu voz que llama mi nombre.

Si pudiera tocar esa dulzura cálida de nuevo,

te daría todo lo que pueda.

Está bien.

Siempre gritaré ese deseo débil que arde dentro de mi.

Hoy también sigo buscando flores para ti.

Te daré la mitad de mi corazón.

4:57

Oye, dime,

¿qué magia te puede despertar?

Está canción es del mini álbum nuevo de Soraru (創空とメルヒェン賛歌 / Souku To Meruhen Sanka), que consiste de canciones que están relacionadas con cuentos de hadas. Está canción se trata de Blanca Nieves y es de la perspectiva de los enanos cuando ven que está muerta.

[theleftsideofwrong]

So I dont know if anyone cares but I read fanfic! Because I need a way to escape because life sucks most of the time 🙃. So I will occasionally reblog things like that

[gbflyrics]

蒼紅華之舞 (Souku Hana no Mai) Lyrics

Title: 蒼紅華之舞 (Souku Hana no Mai) GRANBLUE FANTASY Character Single No. 10 Artist: Yuel (CV: 植田佳奈 Ueda Kana), Societte (CV: 白石涼子 Shiraishi Ryouko) Release Date: October 25, 2017 Source | Audio (video not mine)

はらはら Hara hara 魅せませ Misemase 蒼紅(そうく)に乱れ咲く華之舞 Souku ni midare saku hana no mai

ひいふうみいよ　いつも Hiifuumii yo itsumo 指先までしなやかに Yubisaki made shinayaka ni 尾っぽの先までしゃんと Oppo no saki made shanto 熱いんはちょっと堪忍な Atsui n wa chotto kannin na

忘れじときゅっと締めた Wasureji to kyutto shimeta 帯は誓いや Obi wa chikai ya 蒼く冴ゆる炎託して Aoku sae yuru honou takushite

ひらひらこぼれる Hira hira koboreru 華の覚悟消しゃせえへんよ Hana no kakugo kesha sehenyo ゆめゆめ叶えたい Yume yume kanaetai せやからそばにおってな Seyakara soba ni otte na 八千代の果て Yachiyo no hate

いろはにほへと調子は Iroha ni hoheto choushi wa 遅うも早うもせずに Oso umo hayou mo sezu ni 荒事はあかしません Aragoto wa akashimasen 三角耳までよう見てや Sankaku mimi made you miteya

幼き日描いとった Osanaki hi egai totta 決意の刺繍 Ketsui no shishuu 紅く燃ゆる天(そら)を焦がして Akaku mo yuru sora o kogashite

まにまにうつろふ Mani mani utsuro fu 華の姿焼き付けましょ Hana no sugata yakitsuke mashou うたかた憂き世は Utakata uki yo wa 舞うほどに拓(ひら)けてく Mau hodo ni hiraketeku 千年の夢 Sennen no yume

大事な君へと Daijina kimi e to 心こめて捧げるから Kokoro komete sasageru kara

ひらひらこぼれる Hira hira koboreru 華の覚悟消しゃせえへんよ Hana no kakugo kesha sehenyo ゆめゆめ叶えたい Yume yume kanaetai せやからそばにおって Seyakara soba ni otte ずっと一緒に舞おう Zutto issho ni maou 蒼紅之舞 Souku no mai

[nekkyousagi]

Matsumura Ryunosuke as Sanada Yukimura

Sengoku Basara Stage Play ~ Sengoku Basara Souku Ranse - THE PRIDE - To The Future ~

Source: 1 2

[shokugekiimagines]

Hello! Headcanons for Soma x Kuga please? :3

Sureeee

LOTS OF PETTY ARGUMENTS.

Like who gets the bed covers at night and everything.

Some tough love.

Like Kuga will punch Soma on the shoulder and say,

“That’s a kiss.”

Soma will give him an actual kiss though.

[44jauhari]

This is official artwork that i had been waiting for so long!

( ＾∀＾)

[kxlinthesky]

Souku Kurogane

A Kotonoha Honne created from Ai’s true feelings, in the form of a young adult. This is Kuro’s form after hearing the voice in Ai’s heart.

They hold dominion over time, quietly and softly watching over Ai. Their favorite phrase is “I’m fine as long as you are.” They may seem assertive, but they are in fact a loyal Kotonoha dedicated to serving their master.

Click here for the official site

[butter-egg-toast]

Hello! I love your blog! Free boys as husbands is adorable❤ Was wondering if I could request one about Sosuke having a very shy gf that loves muscles?

I kinda made this into husband headcanons, I hope that's okay

Enjoy 👌

✨Cold on the outside sweet on the inside.

✨He knows you can be very shy sometimes (even after marriage) but he won't pressure or force you to do something.

🎆"It's okay if you don't want to"-Souskue

✨Souskue still gets lost easily so you'll have to keep a close eye on him.

🎆"Huh? I'm old enough to go by my self"-Souskue.

✨Still have his competitive Spirit after marriage

✨He opens up to you easily, he tends to talk to you alot.

🎆"How was your day?"-Souskue

🎆" *sign* Work was so exhausting today"-Souskue

✨He does all the cooking, And you do the cleaning

🎆"I'm going to run to the grocery store and get some pork cutlets"-Souskue

🎆"Do you want anything?"-Souskue

✨Sometimes would even show off his cooking

✨Loves to impress you.

✨Sometimes he would flex muscles near you, soon after he gets out the shower.

✨Even would tease you, by walking in his underwear.

🎆"What? It's hot."-Souskue

🎆"Enjoying the view?"-Souskue

✨You like to touch his arms and compliment him.

🎆"Thank you♡"-Souskue

✨He kinda likes it when you rub his abs when he lays down.

🎆"Move your hand lower.."-Souskue

🎆"..Haha just kidding.."-Souskue

✨He's like your big teddy bear husband, always hugging/cuddleing him.

✨Long days after work he'll rest on the couch while you get dinner ready.

🎆"I'm glad I have you"-Souskue

✨He keeps his body in shape even if he gets old

🎇[He's going to be one of those fit/muscular 40 year olds]

✨When it comes to showing affection he'll wrap his strong arms around you while kissing your neck.

✨He make sure he provides for you and build a stable home.

✨He basically pays the bills.

✨He also managed the household Essentials

✨He gives his whole entire world for you. (One of his wedding vows)

✨You both would take care of each other when sick.

🎆"I'll make you some soup"-Souskue

🎆"*cough* Can you go to the convenience store to get some medicine for me?"-Souskue

✨Souskue can be VERY protective of you

✨He always wants to make sure that you and the kids are safe.

✨Let's you and the kids sleep on his chest

🎆"They're so cute together-Souskue

✨Definitely family picnic.

✨I can see his children having a poor sense of direction too, so keep ALL of them near you.

✨If you guys have a daughter, Souskue would definitely spoil her.

✨If you guys have a son Soukues would absolutely get his son into sports.

✨Souskue provides a safe environment for you and his children.

[sunriseverse]

and souku appears to not even exist anymore???? whack.

[ninolaart]

So right now I’m having some IRL issues and could really do with extra money to cover some costs I’m dealing with...thus adoptable time. All adoptables are £6/8 via ko-fi | Base commissioned from Mesukaru/Souku

Midday Sun | Open

Molten Night | Open

Lava Cave | Open

Deep Ocean | Open

If interested please send me an ask or message and if the adoptable is confirmed open then send £6 via my ko-fi after which I’ll send you the full sized adoptable without all the watermarks and stuff :) Once bought, you can do what with them, trade them, change their design ect, all I ask is that you don’t re-sell for more than you bought it. I’ll be doing custom colour pallet and prompt adoptables for £9/ again via Ko-FI if interested. Can’t buy an adoptable but want to help me anyway? Or just feel like being supportive in general? Feel free to throw money my way here: Paypal: https://www.paypal.me/ninola Ko-FI: https://ko-fi.com/ninola