#way v drabble

[butvega]

vegaaa, escreve alguma cosinha com o ten pfvrrr!! o teaser que saiu hj me deixou maluquinha da cabeça

🪻 chittaphon drabble.

— Meu amor, acorda...

A voz aveludada, mansa, e risonha, ecoa por seus ouvidos, meio distante ainda pelo sono presente. Seus olhos abrem-se devagar, ainda com a visão levemente embaçada, e então foca na figura em sua frente.

Chittaphon com os olhinhos rasgados, resultado de um sorriso genuíno, com Malee no colo, sapeca como sempre, balançando os bracinhos empolgada. Seu primeiro dia das mães. Ten havia levado seu café da manhã na cama, com um buquê de flores, e algumas caixas de presente.

A vergonha se faz presente, e você ri fraco se acomodando sentada. Os óculos de grau de seu marido levantam em seu nariz arrebitado à medida em que o sorriso aparece. É quando ele declara:

— Feliz dias das mães, minha rainha. Eu e a nossa neném amamos você demais, demais. — murmura, selando seus lábios em seguida. Malee se joga em seu colo, dando gritinhos empolgado, com a boquinha direto para seu seio, afim de se alimentar também.

Ten passa para ti a filha de vocês com maestria, parece que nasceu para ser pai. A neném gosta de ser tratada como uma boneca do papai, sendo ajeitada de um lado, para o outro.

— Obrigada... — murmura envergonhada, dando de mama para a bebê. Ten acaricia sua coxa, a olha com ternura. Em seguida pega um morango, o mergulha no chocolate e leva até sua boca. Você come com vontade.

Encara a neném te olhando com os olhinhos como os do pai, e sorri. Não poderia ser mais feliz.

[rottiens]

I want to be in a threesome with both bi men talking about me as if I'm not present, "Look how wet she is." "How bad do you want to fuck her?" "What position do you want her in?" "She's got you so hard, look at you, you're throbbing."

[voidcat]

Hi Danyl, would you mind writing some Dazai headcanons? <3

Hi my dearest Kat, for you? Always<3

Despite the impression he gives off, Dazai is a serene driver, who drives like the world outside the vehicle does not exist.

Its a fact only few are aware, as it is an rare occurrence that he is driving— and one is willing to hop in. After all, considering how he acts on the daily, not many trust him behind the wheel.

Night comes with no trains left and an urgency waiting you on the other side of the next day, Kunikida calls out to Dazai, knowing he is slacking off already. Drivers duty is nothing compared to the towers of files waiting on his desk after all, and wait long waiting wrath of Kunikida on the other line, Dazai swiftly goes out, already waiting for you inside the car.

The full moon hung in the dark night sky and earphones in your ears, you steal glances at the normally enthusiastic and loud man besides you— now drown in complete silence, eyes fixed on the road, with an expression not quite blank but not burdened with any thoughts eating away.

Eyes back on the moon, you notice it’s bigger than usual if your perception isn’t deceiving you— and presenting itself wrapped in rainbows, a halo of yellow, red and slight green, the light of the moon itself offering the missing blue for this little art piece.

No matter how proper or rocky the roads may be, the car drives swiftly; you have to think for a second to recall the last time you have experienced a car ride this smooth, safe and sound; you have forgotten just how peaceful these can be, remembering once more why some people drive the night away to clear their head.

With music slowly taking over, the moon shining like this is its last day in the universe, the pitch black sky as if in a pocket dimension, and Dazai, now a completely different man next to you, you are nulled to sleep.

Only when the music has come to an end and Dazai is nearing a resting spot does your eyes open again, watching the moon light dance on his face— a new side to him, a new sight of Dazai Osamu you have reached the honor of witnessing.

[inkykeiji]

clari berry went hiking by the whirlpools today!! :3

we hiked aaaaaall the way down to the water!! it took us three hours to hike the whole trail (down the gorge and then back up the gorge) but it was a ton of fun. it’s always so pretty down there, and it’s really cool to see america just across the river! also, watching the water rush by with such power and beauty is always awe-inspiring (check out the video below the cut!). and yes, we ignored that danger sign and kept going (the last photo was right after where that sign is posted).

then we played a round of mini golf by the falls (where i got my first hole in one ever!!! what!!!!!) and shared a ‘hot mess sundae’ which def looks like, and truly can only be described as, a hot mess (we got the churro one).

(we also went to the movie star wax museum where a lady told me i looked like harley quinn and i nearly sobbed right then and there)

[thatsrightice]

I’ve never been 100% sure of what sport I believe Iceman would have played. The poll I posted a whole back was supposed to help me but I still had mixed feelings. However, I had an epiphany today.

Moving from place to place to different sides of the country to different countries entirely was never fun. It was easier when he was young, children are quick to makes friends, but as he grew older it became more complicated.

His father was always… supportive of his athletics. Not that he cared which sport his son played, all that mattered is that he won. But moving around so much, never staying in the same place for too long made it difficult to bond with a team and more importantly made it difficult to track his personal success. His father never believed in him and certainly didn’t believe he was the one to score the winning goal because the team probably just handed it to him. It’s because of them that they won. Not that his father would know, no one ever showed at any of Tom’s games.

He found his passion for the water while in Hawaii, swimming for hours in the open waters made him feel as though he were flying. The endless stretch of blue reflecting the skies he yearned for became a safe space. His friends believed him to be insane for willingly diving off of some of the larger cliffs in the region, but he couldn’t even begin to explain to them the feelings it gave him. He was addicted and no matter the height he jumped from, he still had the itch off a desire for flight that was never satiated.

That’s how he got recruited by his friends for the swimming and diving team. There was no one else that would be able to pull off the stunts he did, no one on the team at the time with the guts to jump from the highest platform. Tom decided that he could make his own success this way, get his father to see his worth by winning competitions in the Kazansky name.

It helped that the Swim and Dive Team was the perfect balance of being on a team but completely reliant on his own performance. He genuinely enjoyed it. Even after they’d moved from Hawaii, no matter where in the country or what country they moved to, he could make people see how good he was in the water. He may have won school 1st place at the meet but more importantly he set records; Accolades he earned in his name and his name alone. Tom won nearly all of his events, pushing himself harder and harder just to have something to prove his worth, to feel more alive, to have something to make his father proud. And after getting accepted onto the Naval Academy’s Swim and Diving team his father would be proud, right?

[gothsuguru]

I’M FEELING INSPIRED!!!!!!

[balladetto]

     Once, when Link was even smaller than he feels, he'd knocked his shoulder out of its socket in a terrible fall.

     Terrible in that he'd cried about it, ashamed and at the then-height of pained, not that it was a particularly horrific tumble. He'd just landed wrong, he remembers someone telling him — frantic and almost apologetic in their reassurance. Too much has happened for him to reconstruct a face for the memory, but Link can still recall the stutter in their words. You're g-gonna be okay. Y-you're gonna— gonna be f-fine.

     And he was. Someone had gone to fetch a healing fairy while others came to keep him company. It'd been the right shoulder, burning at the joint and numb all the way down to his fingertips, but he'd found a spot of hurt he could grit his teeth through; then breathe through; then eventually speak through. By the time the fairy was brought over, Link had been so deep in the rhythm of holding himself together that he'd nearly slapped her away when she broke it.

     He remembers her, he thinks, the most out of everything. There's a distinct clarity associated pain will give you with any recollection. She was rose-pink, a little darker than he was used to, and she'd bristled when he whimpered through a fresh wave of tears and pushed at her with his pinky.

     "Stop that," she'd said. "Bones aren't easy, you know. It'll only hurt for a pinch, it has to for me to fix it. You're already being so brave! Can't you be brave a while longer?"

     Outside the memory, Link lays crumpled on cold tiles, eyelids like crushed butterfly wings and the cave of his chest barely moving as he looks up and up and up. He thinly wonders, for a fixing like this, how long he'd have to keep being brave for.

     Neither of his shoulders took the landing this time, but he knows many things are wrong with both of them. By extension, many things are wrong with all of him. He should take stock, a part of him understands. He'd like to take stock, another part realises, if only he had the capacity to. Each breath shifts the slivers and splinters his bones have shattered into. Agony twists through every vein like a replacement for the blood he imagines paints his trail from platform to windows to the far below floor. He can't feel his fingers, which twitch as if to grip something — his left hand, mangled, rests as if in graveyard dirt.

     There is no amount of searching in this sea that will land him in a place where this might be bearable.

     "Link!" Navi yells, a trilling bell that drowns out the sound of dying. His heart threads an extra thump, like he still has it in him to be scared alongside everything else, before it fades back into a whisper of a pulse. She wheels above him in panicked, powdery circuits: hair to boots and back. "Get up! You have to get up!"

     He does. He does have to. Link doesn't get to think he's gonna die now. He doesn't get to be tired enough — small enough — for that. He draws a rattling inhale, head practically cracking open with how the air presses against its seams. He's sixteen. The world will end if he's nine. He's sixteen, sixteen, sixteen.

     He chokes on liquid rising in his gorge, coughs it up, and closes his eyes when gravity brings the blood down in blotches on his skin. It's— really gross, and that's such a mundane thought in the face of what he has to reckon with that his chest starts spasming with strangled laughter instead.

     "Link!"

     Navi, he replies in his head, 'cause that's all he can do. He traces over more names: Sheik, Zelda, Saria, the Sages, the Kokiri, the list goes on as his voice dips into hitching, searing gasps. It's an awful thing to realise — that's all he can do. Link has to get up, has to be Courage, has to be more than what he is.

     And he can't.

     Sound drifts down from above, mocking. Cruel. It's a laugh getting louder and louder, and Link prises his lashes apart with the sheer will borne from a unique dread. A kind of fear, if you felt it not in sensation, but in the dizzying spiral that is the certainty of where this will all end.

     A kind of fear — and a kind of fury.

     Link is nine, thrown to the ground, battered and muscles stinging with a magic he tastes as something crackling on his tongue. He glares up at the tall man on the tall horse, smouldering so brazenly with protective, frustrated outrage that he shakes with it. He is not unafraid of the sneer that answers him, but he does not look away.

     Link is nine, broken over the ground, near dead and stuck in a body he's tried to make his. His eyes are cold as he watches Ganondorf descend, burning with tears dyed red from failure. The brand on his left hand glows, resonating with a magic he no longer has the nerves to feel. Navi doesn't leave. There are a thousand things he wishes he could scream.

     Large fingers fold around the wrist of his gauntlet, deliberate in their ignorance of the softness a joint that bent must be afforded. As his arm is lifted, the pain dragged along every passing second like some horrible, continuous song-note that eclipses even his fears, he pretends none of the noises coming from him are his and thinks everything that could mean: I hate you.

     He thinks everything that could mean: I'm so sorry.

     The man raises his other hand, palm closing in, and Link forces another entire earth on the child he can't be even here — even now. He does not look away. Navi, oddly muffled, rings something wordless.

     Link waits for the end of this story.

[padfootastic]

“don’t apologize.” “sorry.” “name.” with jilypad, maybe? :0

oh, yes, i love this!! thank u for the ask <3

x

The silence was thundering in the wake of James’ words.

Lily’s mortified gaze was fixed firmly on her feet as she replayed them in her mind.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Sirius.”

Lily should’ve laughed it off. James didn’t even mean it as an accusation, had said it casual-as-you-please like they were discussing the weather, or perhaps their upcoming Charms assignment.

Hell, she could’ve waved it off even if it was an accusation After all, Sirius Black was an exceptionally gorgeous human being and there wasn’t a human on Earth who could refute that. He attracted admirers like it was his job.

But no, she’d frozen. Her reaction the biggest indicator of guilt she could’ve given.

“James—“ she started, before realising she didn’t know what to say. There was an expression on James’ face she’d never seen before and it was scaring her a little.

“James, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t apologise, Lily,” he tried to say but she wasn’t listening. All she could focus on was the tremble in her boyfriend’s frame and her own horror that she’d driven him to—to tears.

“Sorry, James, I’m so—“

“Lily.” The sharpness in his voice brought her babbling to a sudden halt. Lily kept her mouth shut, but her mind was still racing. James doesn’t—he’s not crying, like she’d thought.

Instead, there was a smile slowly taking over his entire face. Baffled, Lily watched as he burst out in giggles, wondering if she’d entered an alternate dimension without realising it.

She’d just basically admitted she was crushing on his best friend and her boyfriend was…laughing?

“Li-Lily,” he said, hiccuping a little as this laughter tapers out. “Aren’t you wondering how I knew?”

She could only shake her head. That hadn’t even been close to the top five things she’d been worried about.

“I know how you look at Sirius because I look at him the same way.”

Oh.

x

“So, Pads.” Sirius stared suspiciously at his best mate trying to act nonchalant. He was, quite frankly, terrible at it. His fidgeting became even worse and he couldn’t maintain eye contact to save his life.

“Hm?”

“Lily and I were…talking.”

“Right.”

“And we…resolved a few things.”

“Which—involves me how?”

“Er, yeah, about that…,” James trailed off, chewing on the corner of his lip. Sirius kind of wanted to do the same. He quickly averted his gaze lest he actually acted on his desire.

“Come on, James, spit it out,” he prompted, when nothing else came forth.

James gulped, and this was really getting too weird. Sirius hadn’t seen him this nervous in a long time, not since…he’d been…trying…to ask Lily out.

That’s not—

He wouldn’t—

Nah, he mentally shook himself. Not Possible. Lily was standing right there, steadily biting down on her nails and staring between the two of them. It had to be something else.

“We were hoping you would give us a try?”

Sirius was ashamed to admit his mouth fell open at that. It was most undignified.

“Give…you…a try?” And his voice came out embarrassingly high pitched. Wonderful.

“What he’s trying to say,” Lily finally cut in, exasperation taking over the previous nervousness, “but is finding it hard to because you’re entirely too distracting for your own good, is that we really like you and were hoping you might like us too.”

Sirius’ eyes bounced between her and James, who had turned a delicious shade of red that didn’t stop him from nodding vigorously at his girlfriend’s words.

He gave it a second of thought, just enough to consider the possibility that this might be a prank before promptly discarding it in the trash where it belonged. Even if Lily wanted to pull something like this, he knew James would never go along with it.

So it was only with the slightest bit of hesitance, of fear, that he nodded, still looking between the two people he’d previously considered out of his reach.

An excited whoop reached his ears just as he got picked up and twirled by James, deposited right in front of Lily who raised on her toes to press the sweetest kiss to his lips. Almost immediately, James wrapped himself around him from behind as Lily pressed into his front.

Sirius was helpless to do anything except close his eyes, letting himself melt into the embrace.

Send me a hesitant love prompt for any ship!

[akumanoken]

He thinks about it often... the story of how the celestial lost his wings. To even have wings was such a rare thing in tenin... it was no wonder the humans thought they were special in some way. That they had some other special properties. But to take them so forcefully... when surely Souji then would have gladly given as much help as he could... used his magic and his knowledge of the plants to assist...

Of course, after being treated so terribly... to retreat into the forest and to kill any human that came his way was a natural reaction... he was lucky. His horns, his powers... perhaps the only things that kept him from being food for the forest.

"...I can... feel you thinking..." the tenin sighed in his sleepy stupor, holding Koji as he napped against the celestial. "A-Ayato.... what are you...."

"Heh... it's nothing. Rest, Souji..."

"Spring will come soon... you'll need your strength for it."

[agonizedembrace]

A rapt knock to Evelynn's door comes first, then an undsteady voice of: "Mr. Baudelaire said you requested my presence, Ma'am....?"

In enters none other than Chelsea, the intern who's been the sole cause of many headaches today. On the shorter side, with wide brown eyes and dark hair tied up into a neat bun. At first glance, none would suspect any mishaps to occur from her.

Yet it is Evelynn who clicks her tongue, the golden of her eyes narrowing immediately on the young woman. It would take a fool to miss the irritation she presents, a single clawed digit tapping against a crossed arm along her chest. Her blouse remains messy, hardly buttoned appropriately and her skirt haphazardly snug to her waist.

"I did," she hums, but nothing in her voice is soothing. It is cold as she continues to stare down the intern, nostrils flaring with a deep breath. "Do you know why I called you, darling?"

Chelsea turns, glancing to the door. Strange as it seems to have close on its own accord. "N... no ma'am."

"Of course not." Evelynn all but hisses, shifting her position. Her legs gradually uncross as she lowers her jaw. "Darling, do you think before making purchases?"

A moment of hurt flashes on the woman's face, yet Evelynn is quick to cut her off.

"The answer is no, you do not."

The demon's movements are slow, calculated as she stands, arms that begin to unfold and reach for the folder that resides on the very desk she'd been sitting on. Evelynn takes no note of the horrified expression her intern wears, instead idly skimming the paperwork Robin had worked so dedicatedly on. She does this only for a moment, the room remaining eerie silent before a bone chilling laugh escapes her lips.

Sharp eyes find their way to the woman once more. "Oh, and here I was under the impression you were a good girl, Chelsea." With a fluid movement she tosses the folder to the intern, letting it fall flat on the floor. "Kneel for me."

"W-.. what?!"

"Kneel."

Without giving her a chance, Evelynn steps forward, a hand finding Chelsea's shoulder. There's a gasp, eyes that further widen as the inhumanity of Evelynn's strength shows and down goes the woman. The smile the vocalist wears is twisted, ever eerie as she shakes her head.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused, darling?" Now with a lower tone, Evelynn shifts her hand to cup Chelsea's jaw, forcing her to look up at her. The young woman is granted a view, perhaps entirely sinful as it is terrifying. "Oh, not only did you create such a hassle for dear Robin..."

Trailing off, Evelynn sighs and squeezes her hand, finding delight in the slight trickle of blood. She then coos, slowly bending over and granting an eyeful of her own cleavage. One that she knows is not ignored.

"... which then interrupted my private time with Akali."

"With Akali--"

Chelsea's head meets the ground before she can even utter another word. There's an undeniable look of anger that resides in the golden hues of Evelynn's gaze. "That is Miss. Tethi to you." Her hiss echoes within the room, a twitch to her lip as she steps forward. Soon a heel resides on top of the intern's stomach, pressing down ever slightly.

There's a cry that escapes the woman's mouth, frail and desperate. One that Evelynn feeds off.

"Here's the thing darling; not only did you make an unauthorized purchase -- which, by the way, did daddy always just buy you what you wanted?" Each word is spoken with certain venom, dripping further into a tritone demonic voice that once ago she's been known for. "You crossed the wrong people."

Finally Chelsea breaks out of some trance, Evelynn's charm not taking to its full effect just yet. "I didn't know ma'am! I.. I had thought I was using my personal funds!"

Evelynn says nothing, only shaking her head before she presses her heel further into the human. The scream she receives is nothing short of pleasurable, wholly enjoying the tears that form at the corners of her eyes. "But you did, dear. Robin knows to inform all interns that card is not for online purchases."

Lifting her foot, she steps to the side and kneels on top of her. Her smile continues to grow, far past anything human. Far past for dear little Chelsea to register anything as terrifying.

"You've been a bad girl, darling."

No stranger to the trembling hands that take to her waist, Evelynn lets a wild laugh loose before letting a hand trail up. One that soon brushes past Cheslea's collar, and taking hold at her neck. Now starts the fun part.

THEY ALWAYS SUBMIT IN THE END.

Greedy hands that begin to snake up, desperate to slide underneath her blouse. Blissfully unaware does Chelsea become, to lashers that gather form as Evelynn tightens her grip around her throat. Because oh, all that's on her mind is EVELYNN. How beautiful and hot she looks on top of her.

"You need a punishment," Evelynn whispers as she leans forward, letting the human greed further consume the woman beneath her. The touch on her skin is nothing close to satisfying -- always eager, and never truly appreciative. "Beg for it."

Plump lips that part, brown eyes awestruck of the demon who has her in such a grip. Unknown to the claws that continue to sink into her neck, to the blood that begins to pool around her. WHAT A HIGH, to be granted such a meal so soon.

"Please.." a frail voice, PAINED even. Evelynn hisses in delight, the free meal dripping within her grasp. "Please punish... me.."

Normally Evelynn would further make her beg, to prolong such a feast, but her irritation has gotten the better of her. The canal desire to make home to her girlfriend after this bitch ruined her moment. Her lashers strike first, piercing right into Chelsea's chest and electing SUCH A SCREAM. ONE THAT IS ENTIRELY DELICIOUS.

It is then, that blood sprays. The crimson liquid that begins to stain everything: the walls, floor, her clothes. Oh, the files too. She'll apologize later to Robin. She cares about the NOW, the way the pathetic intern thrashes, so desperate to cling onto her life. It is the DELIGHT in how her hand further clenches, completely blocking airflow. How hands that were once so eager on the demon's body, now hopelessly making attempts to get relief for air.

"SCREAM LOUDER FOR ME!"

Evelynn laughs at her own words, fully aware of how incapable the human is of doing so. Oh, she takes it all in. The way her lashers plunge further, piercing organs. How the pool of blood begins to run so deep. The frail attempts of reclaiming life, the UTTER AGONY this human gives. WHAT A TREAT.

She doesn't last much longer, between the literal chokehold and the fact Evelynn's pierced her lungs now, her air flow is gone. How her heart goes from such a rapid pace....

To a slow beat.

To nothing.

Agony.

A silence soon falls over the room, an eerie calm as Evelynn gradually releases her grip. Lashers that twitch, appearing almost happy as she further create a mess for the sake of it all. It is finally then, that the demon releases a breath she wasn't aware she was holding as she begins to stand.

Her heels are the sole noise in the room now, echoing off the walls as she approaches her desk once more. Instead of ill attempts of cleaning herself, she simply takes her spot once more on her desk, one leg over the other, and lets out a content sigh.

Needless to say, she is not startled by the ever dark rumble from the far corner of the room. The deep purring that seeming grows in volume, before followed by an equally low voice of: "Well done."

[trehontin]

' That is--- what even is that? '

' Is it dangerous? '

' It-- doesn't - really seem like it? '

─────

It was a surprise, amongst everything that had been left behind in this grandeur of a now empty empire that had grown over months, years, decades, nearly centuries worth, countless structures stretching themselves far and wide. The sheer immensity of this whole creation, worth shattering the mind unable to fathom that it had been conceived and devised, planned and ultimately created by minds of so very few. But even with all that aside, even with permitting oneself to get lost in all those possibilities not expected, even less predicted, there were those around and struck with heavy emotional tremor, that could never, and should have never, had the means and opportunities to get to know all that he had hidden away. 

And what a serene, hauntingly disturbing masterpiece this all was. 

There were those few choice souls that survived their Creator's preparations for war and unleashed madness for blind opportunism in destroying all in his wake that would lead him not to his desired goal. Those very special someones had been left alone and to rest, to scamper and hide for the time being, as breaking open this marble fortress, find entry and pathways alike, was the 'intruders' mission for hours and hours that had just passed. And many, so many more that would still come. 

Easy it was at first. A maze made by a mad King, following corridors over and over as if he had desired to lead any 'guest' of his endlessly spinning magnum opus through the same halls, having them feel like walls close in around them, and the heavier the suffocating delirium of this unexpected pull, the swifter and quieter those rats could be disposed of. Like a mouse in a labyrinth, followed by a cat, a prey and a predator, chasing each other around in infinite circles till bringing up their mutual ruin. So it had felt, till throne-room had been discovered, with the marble throne so high above and out of everybody's reach, for the Maker of this rotten Kingdom to look down upon his servants: to judge, to be admired - all those emotions drowned out towards simple desires. 

There were not only a few squad members whose glassy eyes and faraway gazes had shimmering notions hidden in the depths of lidded want. To either see him stand above amongst the heavens or even, even just, if powers would lead and harbour, mayhap they could have stood there as well---?

─────

' Hey! What are you doing there?! Back to work! '

' Stop staring up at this thing! '

─────

Stops and stops. As if broken apart by those who had garnered their strength again inside this cacophony of sounds and smells and palpable emotions running rampant at that moment those that had lingered in something similar to awe-struck god-given reverence where the God itself was jailed, should not ever be in their reach anymore if not for those that deemed it necessary [ or possible? ] for him to walk amongst those that are mortal again. 

What a deliberate, mind-numbing thought process. And it was that very one, that one could cling to in winding their weary forms, broken in body, broken in mind, through this sheer unending craft appearing like an immaculate white sea. If one were to truly think about it, one could suppose that this whole picture of sharpness and grace intermingled with this or that odd little phantom of a peculiar little display [ was it made by him? was it made for them? ] of masonry would be nought else but fitting for a man that had planned and pursued something as ludicrously lavish in all its broken brilliance as this whole Kingdom being a base to his desires of the end of the world. 

Or so--- it seemed?

" What--- " 

Soft and light just as much as her voice would barely break through the ongoing chatter about a room they had yet only discovered barely half a bell ago, and what a stark contrast of colours and vibrant feelings had it not been? From the very place they stood in, could see the radiance of a multitude of facetted greens illuminating the otherwise rather dark angle of Sousuke Aizen's private quarters. It is just what had been found out maybe an hour ago, when capturing one of those discardable little beings still rummaging through carved architecture and the murmured words of fear and terror had attempted to explain where their former Lord had hidden all of his sacred privacy with enough of a promise to behold to let the jittering and trembling mass flee again. 

Whatever the Hollows would do in these hours and days, the Shinigami, for now at the very least, would not care about it even for a single heartbeat. So thus? To watch lower officers of one of the Squads having set to clean out this place of tormented, fractured entities, stagger back and away from the sheer intensity of a brilliant glow, to put distance between what they could not understand - could never even imagine to grasp - and the output of pure and radiant power that suddenly [ or so it at least seemed? ] had unfurled itself to search and search while formerly it had been so dormant --- " What is happening? " She had not been alone in her pursuit of a truth that the man that had been part of her carefully crafted world had all hidden away from her so meticulously and cruelly, but even though it was not the case---

---she suddenly felt like the only person in this whole world who could even begin to understand. 

" Sasameki---? " With how faraway her husband's voice just sounded. With how she had wound herself through the onlookers, those that are damned in their attempt to stop her, to make her shy away from the sheer outbursts of pure unadulterated rage, settling into the beauty of this whole creation. How could any of this be? How was any of this real? It was undeniable! - the little gift bestowed to him she had been so sure, so certain that he might have had it destroyed over the years in the past that he was gone - because! Sasameki had searched for it in his quarters, nothing to be found, not even a trace - and yet here? 

Here of all places, this shimmering ocean of lush green and vibrant hues of lighter leafy overgrows, the darker shades of verdant, making the room even bigger than it probably already had been. It was all Sousuke's powers to behold. All these depths and riches created by small little pieces of reiatsu in blinding perception, near hot to a seeking touch, while the sheer simplicity of his reishi, on the other hand, was cooling and light, similar to something that conjures the picture and light whispers of a rainstorm's worth. How can this all just be? This sheer magnitude of this sweet creation, but had he not mentioned it before? When all but drawing back over memories and how mind-numbing was not the wish to recall his words how he had spoken them to her? 

 " I will probably see if I can nourish it myself, that would be interesting, no? " 

It broke in that moment with a single tear trailing along fair cheek. What had she answered? What had she found as a reply to his mild jest in their gentle back and forth that was so filled with admiration and adoration for each other that knew no bounds? What had she said? " Dear, please--- " A call that does not reach her, when the call she wanted to hear so much more than anything else was from his voice. Was any explanation he had refused to give her, that child she once knew, grown into a man, a monster of such grotesque proportions, larger than life and even if he had offered solace and aid by a margin only, he was too far gone. Too far beyond. 

Silence in a world that was screaming with sounds. 

Tenderness in a presence that latched to burn her whole. 

Yet it did not. When she had dropped to her knees in front of this forest. This Macrocosmos nurtured out of a single instance, a single little mushroom given to him as a gift, as a treasure perceived for the worth it had. And he had kept it. Raised it. Brought it to new heights even Sasameki might not have reached, if not for his hand to guide her anew. And guide he did, was it not true?

Because in these moments? These very short seconds that boiled down to nothing but her and his secret left behind, the way these little roots would stretch for her hand so kindly, so carefully extended towards life and vigour itself. She could hear those exclamations, for her to be cautious and alert, his powers left behind and stretched beyond the etchings of the stone, like a fine spidery web, would lash out and push back any not allowed, not desired to behold a part of his crafted soul. No, but for her [ and had Shunsui not hushed them down to nought with a mere wave of his hand? ], they were reaching. 

Climbing. Trying to gather at a place to know they have been accepted. For her, all that power, shining oh-so-bright, muted in its subtle calm, like a velvety softness of gentle touch --- it broke just the moment she realised that. That there was something. Something that is so truly known to her. Something only she was able to perceive. Something only she had ever had the pleasure, the chance, to truly recognise. What a mind-breaking thing he had left her behind---

---this Cosmos that had grown and would sing. That velvet she felt, was just like his voice - far too kind.  || @jinjahime | @bornhollow ♡

[wolfkcst]

Kisses lots of kisses meme -Accepting!! @betraal

Tonight the camp was in high spirits, and perhaps a little bit tipsy from the little party they were having. A little victory party here and there never hurt - and Eivor insisted on at least having a feast tonight. It was good to be kind to themselves, even if they felt like they weren't getting anywhere. They were, however, but it doesn't feel like it to many. Still, the fire was roaring, the camp buzzing, and a few of their people were enjoying themselves with good ol' mead and wine. Eivor drifts over to Daemos, who they noticed was having just as much fun but as soon as they made eye contact they could feel the heart in their chest flutter. Was it the mead, or were they truly in love? They line is blurred because of the alcohol, but they cared not. Tonight was the night to have fun, and if having some time with Daemos alone was part of the plans, well... They would be happy to oblige. Once the others settled in, the warrior found their lover for tonight waiting for them at his camp. They gently take his hand, offering a small squeeze and pulling him out into the woods to get a little more... Intimate. Hands lay upon his chest, pushing him down against the grassy earth and straddled his lap with the smuggest of grins. They lean in, brushing their lips against his teasingly before he says something... Unexpected. "You could ride this dragon tonight" was what he said, and while it would usually fluster them they let out a hearty laugh, lips moving to press against his again and again - sharing in the wonderful feeling of his hands all over them, and more importantly their laughs... Together.

[sparklingchim]

is long way home finished or are there more parts? I miss our lwh couple

the main story is finished but m still writing drabbles for them!!! miss them too :(

[taegularities]

hmm

[fangsforhire]

@ghostsandmirrors asked:“you are unbelievable.” (from buck bcus I miss these two. Also it kinda gave me both 1940s and modern vibes)

‘You are unbelievable.’ The first time those words had been uttered, they’d been blind drunk, waving around empty liquor bottles, about to be drafted to the war, oblivious to the rollercoaster of emotions that awaited them on the battleground. The men around them were loud and rowdy, excited at the prospect of doing their bit for King and country, naive really. ( Lucien had known back then that it wouldn’t be plain sailing. ) War never was, it was messy and left it’s mark on you. That hadn’t been his first and he assumed it wouldnt be his last, but amongst the humans, he’d blended in - forcing himself to down the Daiquiri in his hands. He’d snorted off the sargeants comment. The second time he’d been yelled at - shielding James from an explosion, the spray of shrapnel in the air causing him to grimace. They’d been at it none stop, defending their territory, sore and spent. ( He’d lost count of how many near misses they’d endured, certain that it was only a matter of time before one of them ended up at deaths door. ) He’d sensed the danger long before they’d triggered the trip wires; and instinct had kicked in, becoming an inhuman barricade, spluttering as he threw him across the ground and took the brunt of the damage. He’d gone down fast, knees buckling, and the last thing he’d seen was dust before his vision had rolled back. The third time - that he could remember that was - memories foggy of that time. Had been there, at the hellhole they’d been forced to call home. It had been the soldier who had grunted it, twisting his arm out of place; as he fought against the metal holding him down. ( They’d been sparring and he’d done what he did best, discovered a crack in his armour. He’d struck and taken his opponent by genuine surprise. ) What had followed was the beating of a lifetime; refusing to give in, spitting at superiors as the solider of Winter scolded him, like speaking to a child. No recognition in its eyes. He winced now stood before him, having shed his shirt and stretched. It had been a day, and to say he was in need of a shower was an understatement, scattered in blood, grime and bruises; they adorned his skin, a plethora of colours. ( He’d been reckless enough to take a pair of steel toe caps to the ribs, feeling them shatter upon impact, and then he’d had enough ) - making mince meat of the remains of a HYDRA cell, finally returning after burying their bodies and while the sarcastic response was at the tip of his tongue; it died in his throat. Instead all he could do was nod numbly; overwhelmed by lost recollections.

Yeah he was - he would always be unbelievable. 

[safyresky]

Storm, Sleep, Single.

send a word and I'll write a drabble or a headcanon based on it (or a smile shot, since apparently the concept of a "drabble" eludes us here at safyresky industries)

Storm

The Time Splinter turned the corner, bearing down on the toddler sized sprite. It lifted its hand; a small portal opened, icicles sliding right out of the past and rushing towards the child.

She yelped, throwing out her hands and blasting snow around her, the force of which threw her out of the way of the icicles just in time as they continued down the hall, her brown braids swinging behind her.

Both Jacks turned the corner; young Jack almost toppled over, his shoes skidding on the tiled floors.

"Got you," said the older Jack, pushing his younger self upwards effortlessly as he slid easily around the corner, not loosing his balance once.

The pair booked it down the hall, fast in pursuit of the Time Splinter as it tried very, very hard to kill the tiny sprite in front of it.

She was holding up pretty well, actually, all things considered. But her little chest was heaving and her snow was getting thinner and oh no, a dead end!

The tiny sprite looked at the wall; she looked at the left. Door. She tried it; it was locked. The right—more wall. She turned around. Maybe she could sneak under it and run back? Maybe she could climb a wall? Jack could so maybe she could too? Maybe, maybe, maybe—she looked up, choking back a sobby scream.

The Time Splinter had grown in size. Behind it, her brothers were rushing over, their hands glowing, her Jack looking ready to kill and the older Jack looking very, very, very, lots of things, too many things that she couldn't even BEGIN to make words for because holy moly, the time thingy had just opened up a time hole and the largest blast of snow she had EVER seen came FLYING out, shoving them both all the way back down the hall.

They landed in a heap. The Time Splinter cackled, its sharp fingers glitching. It turned back to the young sprite with a sharp, bad, bad, BAD grin and oh no, oh no, it was opening a SECOND TIME HOLE.

She backed up, hitting the wall, looking up at the glitchy, colourful thing, unable to even shout for her brother she was so scared.

"You may have dodged all those other ones," the thing said, sounding like TV static. "But I happen to know of a set that won't miss in a few years time...let's speed things along now, shall we?" It hissed, looking back at the Jacks.

"NO! DON'T!" The older Jack shouted, trying to get back up again, only to be thrown back by a fresh glob of snowstorm from the portal the splinter had left open.

"Don't what?" His younger counterpart asked. "What did you do?"

"Bye bye, Little Flurry," the Splinter said, and, with a snap, the three icicles from so long ago but also just a few decades away came flying out of the time hole, the small sprite lifting her hands, the tiniest little ice shield popping up as both Jacks yelled NO, trying to fight what must've been one of Winter's ancient blizzards as the icicles (and the brothers) headed right for her—

"YOU don't get to call me that," said a new voice.

A wormhole had opened above the child. Snow came POURING out of the hole, hitting the ground with a THWOMP, a blue clad someone barely visible through the storm. There was a crack as the snow froze over, the three icicles embedding themselves into the snow.

The Splinter jumped back, aghast; both Jacks stopped, staring at the snowy wall, waiting.

Behind the wall, the small sprite looked up, her jaw on the floor as the woman in front of her looked down with a very familiar warm smile.

"Little Flurry," the woman said to her. "Meet the Big Storm you'll become one day," she said with a wink.

And with a battle cry, her arms flew back. The snow in front of her cracked and shattered; she pushed forwards, and the snow exploded, the hallway fast entering whiteout conditions.

The woman directed one hand upwards. The snowstorm she had unleashed in the hallway shot up. The snowy flakes froze quickly, gathering together and hitting the Time Splinter directly.

It screeched, withering in the air as the ice pellets pelted it, until finally, it shattered, dissipating above them.

The snow settled; the hall was quiet.

"You okay?" Jacqueline asked her very little self.

The little sprite took in a very deep breath, opened her mouth, and screamed, "I AM A STORM! RARGH!" Her arms reaching high, high, high above her head.

Big Jacqueline laughed; her Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, she's fine," young Jack said, fondly.

Sleep

"Coffee's all around," Cassandra said, sleepy tired, as she sat at the table with most of her wing. "Extra sugar for both Jackie and Amy, double double for you, Charlie, and I have one for you too, Alex. I brought you a bit of everything because I didn't know how you took yours."

"Oh, I don't need a coffee!" he said with a brilliant smile. "I don't sleep so—uh, I mean," he said, faltering as Amy and Jackie both shot him warning glares, "Yes! Coffee! That is a beverage that I do drink because I do, in fact, need sleep because humans need, uh. Sleep. And I definitely did not get enough sleep to function. For the day. Hundred percent. So now I will have. A coffee. To stay awake. Which is something I don't just do naturally. Right."

Amy sighed in relief; Jackie facepalmed.

Cass glanced over at Charlie; he looked just as confused as she felt.

"Are the others joining us?" Amy asked, politely changing the subject.

"Derrick was out all night so no idea where he's at. Desiree's getting Starbs and hitting the library asap to secure us a study space for the midterm prep," Charlie said.

The magihuman chatted with Cass, completely unaware of how carefully Jackie and Amy were watching Alex.

"You know," he whispered, leaning forward, "I've never had coffee before."

"You have coffee at the Dream Spire, though. I'm sure of that," Dite replied. "Really good coffee, too!"

Xander nodded. "I just don't usually drink it; I take after my Renny. They don't sleep, and nor do I. Half of the dream weavers don't need sleep! The other half are always sleepy."

"You didn't think that that would come over with the ordibeing glamour, did you?" Jacqueline asked, pouring chocolate milk into her coffee.

"I have yet to be able to sleep, glamours aside, so I assumed."

"Thank goodness it worked for everyone else. Could you imagine if I was walking around with pointed ears still? Fuckin' eh," Jacqueline replied, sipping her atrocious coffee-chocolate-sugar. Thing.

"What should I put in it?"

"Whatever you want!" Dite said. "Do you want it sweet? Have sugar! Milk and cream thicken it and make it cooler and smoother."

"Chocolate milk makes it taste not like caffeine."

"You're so strange," Dite said, endearingly

"Thank you," Jacqueline replied.

"You know what? I'm going to put a bit of everything in it!"

"Everything?" the girls asked, shocked.

"Yeah! I'm going to live a little! What did my neighbour say yesterday? What was it...oh yeah! YOLO. I am going to YOLO."

"Did you hear that Dite? He's going to yolo," Jacqueline said, hiding her face in her cup.

"Be nice!" Dite said, Jacqueline suddenly lunging forward in her seat a bit, her chocolate milk coffee spilling. "Sorry, sorry. I thought that was softer. I can't see them so, you know," she shrugged.

"May I steal your chocolate milk?" Xander asked.

"Yeah, but you're refilling it."

"Of course!" Xander said, pouring the rest of the disguised sprite's chocolate milk into the very close to overfilling cup. "Well, here we go! Cheers!" he said, carefully bringing it up to his lips and taking a very long sip.

"So? What do you think?" Dite asked.

"Wow! Tasty!" he said, and then immediately fell forward, his face landing on the table with a hefty thunk.

Charlie and Cass jumped up, as startled as Amy and Jackie, who were already on either side of Alex, Amy checking for a pulse.

"Is he okay?" Charlie asked.

"He's either dead or sleeping," Jackie said. "That was his first coffee ever," she added with a grimace.

"What did he put in it?" Cass asked.

"EVERYTHING," both girls replied.

"EVERYTHING?"

Amy nodded. "He isn't dead!"

"Oh my god. He's snoring," Jackie said, stunned.

"He's actually asleep!" Amy said, shocked.

"I'm using this for later," Jackie said, taking out her phone and snapping a photo."

"ZzzzZZZzzzz," snored Alex, as the flash went off around him.

Single

Well, it was over.

He was the single last Frost standing.

Mom and Dad? Gone. Off to Rosehaven when this whole stupid war had broken out.

Did they choose to go there? Did Pyros send them there himself? As much as he wanted to believe the latter, he was positive that the pair of them had washed their hands to the mess and fled so as not to deal with the consequences of their actions.

(They should've just gone with the Call all those years ago).

And now Pyros.

Defeated by his own hand, and now sealed into the old castle they had grown up in. Hidden away from the world, both magical and ordinary. Trapped forever. Alone. King of his Castle, which is what he had wanted, anyway.

The Grand Witches finished the seals on the force field, bickering the entire time. A shadow fell over him.

"Blaise?"

He looked up. Mother Nature.

"It's been done," she said in response to his silent, stony look. He nodded, eyes down on the ground.

"Do you need a moment?"

He nodded again.

Mother Nature surveyed him intently. "Girls," she said over her shoulder. "Let's give his majesty a moment, alright?"

"Don't—" Blaise sighed. Whatever. He'd burn that bridge later.

The trio disappeared, leaving Blaise behind at the gates, staring up at Old Frost Castle.

He turned his back to it, leaning on the fence and sliding down, down, down, until he met the ground with a heavy sigh.

"Room for one more?"

He looked up; his heart softened.

"For you? Always," he said, scooting over for the season. Her cool presence was comforting.

"Still the flatterer I see," she said, sinking down beside him, her thin skirt fluttering on the way down.

"Only for you, Miss Winter."

She smiled, her hand gently resting on her collarbone. "I know it's a silly question, but I must ask. Are you okay?" she said, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

"No. Are you?"

"Not at all."

"Can we be not okay together?"

Winter smiled. "For you? Always," she said, giving his shoulder a squeeze before dropping her hands in her lap, ready to listen.

"I was just thinking," Blaise began, "It's just me now. I'm the last Frost standing. They're all gone. My mother and father. My brother. It's just me. The single last Frost." he sighed. "I don't have a house," he realized, with a funny little frown.

"You can stay in the garden, if you'd like. I'm sure Mother wouldn't mind."

"Would your sisters?"

"I don't think so, no."

"And you?"

"Not in the slightest," she said, happy to see the familiar corkscrew grin she was embarrassingly fond of on his face. "We'd all be quite happy for the company. And I think you would too, Blaise dear. You know," Winter continued, scooting even closer to the young would-be King, her knees pressed up against his toasty warm thigh. "You may be the last Frost standing, but you aren't alone," she said. "Family is what you make of it. And even though your parents are gone and your brother is, well," she pointed with her thumb over her shoulder. "You have us! Mother Nature, my sisters, countless other magibeans and myths and legends—"

"I have you," Blaise said warmly, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

She giggled behind her free hand, squeezing Blaise back. "If you'd like."

"You know I would."

She giggled again. "It's an opportunity for a fresh start," she said, clasping his hand in both of hers. "And isn't that lovely?"

Something was happening, deep in Blaise's chest. It was warm. "It...it kind of is," he realized, that warm feeling intensifying. There was a spark; two, three more. Then a crackle. His hair, flat and dark like burnt out embers on the top of his head, began to glow, the red slowly seeping into the dark. Then WHOOSH!

His hair lit up, a roaring fire on the top of his head.

"I can do so much good!" He realized, talking with his hands. "All of those stupid rules and laws Mom and Dad had—I can get rid of them! I can change them, make it better, make this place better—" his face was growing red; he was blushing, jumping up and pacing with a spring in his step.

Oh, it had been too long since Winter had seen him like this. She had missed it; and if she were able to blush, she would be too. "We can!" he finally said, turning back to Winter, his heart free of the stony confines the War of Succession had put it in.

He held out his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"We?" Winter asked, taking his hand and letting him pull her up.

"My first and ONLY order of business as King, is to get rid of the monarchy. Crystal Springs is a place for everyone; and everyone should be able to have a say in what they want. And I am going to make sure of it," he said, confident.

His hair flickered; he frowned. "Do you think your Mom would be okay with that?"

"Oh, she'll love the idea," Winter said, caressing the summer sprite's face. I love the idea, she thought. "Vive la révolution!" she announced loudly, throwing her fist in the air.

Blaise threw back his head, laughing, the flames on his head reaching heights not suitable for the indoors.

Single last Frost, huh? Well, he thought, pulling Winter along with him and running away from his childhood home, not for very much longer.