#winny wanderlust

[lonelyinkmark]

Backgrounds are hard ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

[tiggerzone]

Train

[libra-cant-just-dance]

The Just Dancers at Disney World because I’m at Disney World

Wanderlust: He would LOVE Disney. Every time I go on a ride I think Wander would love it. He’s such a Disney adult, he’ll wear cheesy t-shirts and go all the time and he would just love it all. His favorite park would be Epcot and he would LOVE Soarin. That boy could go on Soarin 30 times in a row and still be just as amazed as he was the first time. Everyone loves going with him because he’s more excited than every little kid there. He also LOVES meeting the princesses, he insists he has to meet every single one. Does his little bow to them. They love him.

Sara: Also a Disney adult, but a slightly different breed. She disneybounds and collects ears and takes a billion pictures for her Instagram. Her and Wanderlust drop everything when they walk past a dance party. Also loves meeting the characters but she’s more a fan of the fur characters, she loves getting hugs from Mickey and Winnie the Pooh

Brezziana: she’s a thrill seeker, she prefers Universal but she can enjoy Disney. Has to hit all the coasters before they leave. Gets super competitive on Space Ranger Spin and Toy Story Mania and absolutely crushes everyone. Carries a ton of water bottles in her backpack because she knows the others will forget to drink water (looking at you, Wanderlust) and she needs to make sure everyone is hydrated. Is the last one to pass out at the end of the day.

Mihaly: Is perfectly content just walking around and looking at everything. They LOVE the theming and all the little details. They’re not enough of a fan to have all the fun facts memorized, but they love listening to Wanderlust ramble on and on about them. Genuinely thinks they’re so cool. Loves watching the fireworks, they’re all exhausted by the end of the day but Mihaly perks up just in time to fully appreciate them. They might shed a tear.

Jack Rose: Has a lovely time but doesn’t show it. He also loves meeting the princesses, he won’t admit it though. Mostly it’s the childlike joy but also he likes watching Wander interact with them. He also gets crushes on like half the princes (Wander says he has a type). He’s a big fan of the parades and the shows, but really he just likes everything. Night Swan would never let him go to Disney when he was little so he’s just so happy to be there. But of course if anyone asks him he’s just like “yeah it’s cool”, he doesn’t know how else to express himself

[valentineradio]

big muse update !! added 10 new muses total, details below!

tw: sick grandparents, murder, death of a parent, abuse, alcohol ment

jasmine ‘jaz’ reyes. bi. they/them. early - mid 20s. a survivor of the apocalypse, jaz needs large amounts of medical equipment and medications for their sick grandmother. they’ve cared for her since before the apocalypse, and refuse to stop now. they are slow to trust, quick on their feet, and love collecting CDs.

cedric kelly. bi. he/him. mid - late 20s. bitten by a werewolf at the age of seventeen, cedric has struggled to cope with the transformation. years later he has isolated himself as much as possible, living miles outside a rural town in washington state. despite his decision to become a hermit, cedric loves people; he’s charismatic and funny, if a bit oblivious.

asa morgenstern. gay. he/him. mid 50s. asa’s vampiric transformation happened fairly recently in terms of total lifespan, only being bitten 30 years prior. he currently works the night shift in a 24/7 vape shop. he enjoys horror films and has a pet cat. he’s blunt and to the point, speaking his mind without hesitation.

rowena fawcett. bi. she/her. late 500s. rowena flits about the world, moving somewhere new every decade or so. she lives a life of luxury and though she enjoys the fancy parties and get-togethers, she often prefers to spend time alone. she possesses psychic abilities as a perk of her vampirism, primarily presenting as prophetic visions when she touches other people’s skin.

winifred ‘winnie’ gardiner. bi. she/they. early - mid 30s. raised by her witch mother, winnie rejected the idea of following in her footsteps. she moved out and promised herself to live a “normal” life; they didn’t resent their mother, in fact they loved her dearly — they simply wanted something different. that was, until she met her best friend (and werewolf) devin. as their friendship grew, winnie began studying their mother’s practice, learning to be a witch themself to aid devin and her pack. she works as a high school biology teacher and loves it.

devin mccarthy. lesbian. she/her. early - mid 30s. part of a large pack, devin has always felt loved and cared for. she was born a werewolf, and has never known anything else. she’s got a great sense of humor that can lend itself to flirtiness at times. she works as a high school history teacher and likes it well enough. her best friend is winnie, a witch that helps her pack and also a fellow teacher at her high school.

micah graves. bi. he/him. late 20s - early 30s. after their parents’ murder, micah and his twin sister jay bounced around the foster system until they aged out at 18; both struggled to stay afloat, but micah especially. after some significant troubles, he managed to pull his life back together. he got into photography, and has been moderately successful in that field. he lives with his sister, and has a separate studio for his work that he spends most of his time in.

jay graves. bi. she/her. late 20s - early 30s. see micah graves. after she aged out, jay got a series of jobs bartending. she feels a lot of responsibility for her twin brother, micah. she’s the life of the party and loves to drink; she’s a yapper and a bit of an oversharer. she’s also always bumming cigarettes and vape hits off her friends without ever buying her own.

aster lovelace. bi. she/her. mid - late 20s. aster spent her childhood moving place to place, running from her dad; the abusive cop continued to track them down, over and over, and when she turned 18 she changed her name and committed to a life on the road. she rarely stops for long, never keeps the same mode of transportation for long, and tries to mix up her appearance whenever possible. she’s friendly and witty, quick to laugh and full of wanderlust.

charlotte ‘charlie’ dresden. lesbian. she/her. mid 30s. charlie is a known and wanted art thief, striking private collections and museums across the world. no one knows what she looks like, no one knows her real name, and no one knows where she’ll strike next.

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[blubushie]

GOOD MORNING BLU, LEAFANON HERE! GIVE US SOME MUSIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

So I typed up a whole response to this, hit undo by accident, and lost it all. Terribly sorry, leafanon. Let's try to do this over.

I HOPE YOU LIKE COUNTRY 'CAUSE BOY DO I HAVE A LOT OF IT.

First on this list is Luke Combs’ Where the Wild Things Are. I’ve been listening to his song on repeat for the past two days and I love it. It hits something in my heart I suppose? I can definitely relate to it. Not only does the verse “American Spirit hanging out of his mouth, just like our daddy” hit me because American Spirit (the blue pack) is my choice of cigarette when I’m in the States (and red Winnies in Oz), but my parents also wanted me to stay in California, so the verses “He kickstarted that bike one night and broke mama’s heart. He pointed that headlight west, out where the wild things are” really strike home with me because I absolutely did break their hearts when I left. This song is faintly hinted at in the upcoming Chapter 11, but blink and you’ll miss it!

I also get emotional at the very end verses of the song, “We buried him out in the wind ‘neath the West Coast stars, out where the wild things are” because I want to be buried in Australia. I don’t want my body transported back to the States to waste away on some plot of land in a California cemetery and be forgotten about after a few generations. I want my ashes to be spread from the summit of Table Top at Kakadu, where the wild things are. Let the land remember me, because in a thousand years no one else will.

The next song is another Luke Combs song, You Found Yours.

“Age of seventeen, you worked all summer long washing cars and pulling weeds from your neighbour’s lawn. Well, it wasn’t no King Ranch, but she was paid for. When you find that kinda freedom, buddy, you found yours.” Story of Matilda right there. I worked graveyard for two years to afford a hard-loved ’99 Ford ute. One year for the ute, and another year for the cabin plus some extra cash for stability. Dad helped me fix her up and I went east for six months, taking jobs out in New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma. Came back with my wanderlust worse than ever and got Matilda on the first boat out of San Francisco to Australia.

Next is Where I Find God by Larry Fleet. “That day out on the water, when the fish just wouldn’t bite, I put my pole down and I floated around. It was just so quiet. And I could hear my old man saying, ‘Son, just be still, ‘cause you can’t find peace like this in a bottle or a pill.’” Saying I sympathise with that is the understatement of the bloody century.

Now for my favourite song (besides Waltzing Matilda) by my favourite bush bard! It’s Old Dingo by Slim Dusty!

Little-known fact about me: I’m a part-time dogger. When someone has an issue with a particular individual or pack of dingos, I’m the bloke they have come out to take care of it. I only do this when all other management options have been exhausted. I don’t like shooting dingos, but sometimes it’s necessary, like coyotes.

“And because his tracks are frequent to the these paths and often seen, there’s a dogger and his bullet’s got your name… Oh, they watched his movements day and night until he came to water at the station bore beyond the coolabah. And as he raced for freedom a single shot rang out. Now he lays to rest beneath the desert stars.”

Sometimes I feel like the dogger. Sometimes I feel like the dingo. Either way, sometimes when I’m hunting from a far enough distance that I don’t have to worry about my prey hearing me, I’ll find myself humming this song under my breath while I’m waiting. “So run old dingo, watch your tail, keep your wits about you, never let your concentration slide. For the word’s out that they want you, and they’ll track you till you’re dead as long as there’s a bounty on your hide.”

The next song is my favourite song of all time and the song that should’ve been our national anthem if the pollies weren’t such fucking sooks about a bad image because if you ask me there’s nothing more Australian than lifting a sheep and throwing yourself into a billabong to drown when you’re caught because you’re going to die on your own bloody terms and no one else’s.

Ignore that the song is sung by Rolf Harris. We don’t claim the nonce but he’s got the best version of this song both because of the commentary, the excitement with which he sings it, and because you can hear the audience singing along with him.

Some other great songs by Rolf Harris, as much as I hate to say it, are Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport (I sang this religiously as a kid and my teachers hated me) and Sun Arise, which I sometimes find myself singing in the early morning when I’m half-awake and making coffee.

I also love war songs, don’t ask why, reckon it’s the history aspect. The entire Remembrance album is great. It’s an album completely dedicated to World War 1, but The Green Fields of France strikes a chord with me that makes some deep sorrow well in my chest.

“Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind? In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined, and though you died back in 1916, to that loyal you’re forever nineteen? … And I can’t help but wonder, oh, Willie McBride, do all those who lie here know why they died? Did you really believe them when they told you the cause? Did you really believe that this war would end wars? Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame, the killing and dying, it was all done in vain. Oh, Willie McBride, it all happened again. And again, and again, and again, and again.”

The main song on that album that really hits me is And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda. The song starts off with a man relaying his life: “Now when I was a young man I carried me pack and I lived the free life of a rover. From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty Outback, well I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915 my country said, ‘Son, it’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done.’ So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.” Just from this we know he’s an Aussie bloke and if you know anything about the Australians in WWI you’re probably feeling an immediate concern. Maybe you’re hoping he’s sent to Europe to lay mines, but then you get the next verses: “And the band played Waltzing Matilda as the ship pulled away from the Quay, and amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli.”

And anyone who knows about what actually happened at Gallipoli knows just what’s in store for this poor bloke.

Now for some folk songs! Moreton Bay is one I sing often as it’s very easy to remember and has a nice melody. This song also makes an appearance in Chapter 12. The Fields of Athenry is an Irish folk song, but the man it’s about, a lad named Michael, is sent to Botany Bay in Australia as a convict so I’m counting it as an Aussie song too!

Of course we also have some non-country/folk songs!

Back on the war songs, another great one is Khe Sanh by Cold Chisel about the repercussions of the Vietnam War on an Australian soldier. Many American vets have heard this song and strongly identify with it. Amazing how an Aussie band understands the American veteran mindset better than American bands at the time. (Don't even get me started on how the American populace treated soldiers returning from Vietnam.)

Another song on that list is Redgum's I Was Only Nineteen. My dad loves this song despite not knowing any of the Australian locations, but he can name all the Vietnam ones. He gets that faraway look in his eyes when he listens to it. The verses "Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon. God help me, he was going home in June" cracks something in my heart each time I hear it. My dad was in the Vietnam bush and they didn't even find out that MLK had been killed until over two weeks after it happened, and it was an immediate uproar amongst his men as there were black and white Marines in his company. After an hour the row quieted and then there was just mourning from everyone involved. Even the people who weren't well-versed in who MLK was (not that there was many) were mourning simply because their brothers in arms were mourning. There isn't race in the bush, no white or black or anything else. Everyone is green--the colour of the camouflage they wear.

And lastly on a more upbeat note, how could anyone forget about the song that even people who haven’t heard Waltzing Matilda have heard and associate with Australia. The quintessential Aussie song! The one we play at international sport matches, the one we ANNOY THE FUCK OUT OF EVERYONE WITH when every fucking Aussie in attendance starts singing along to it, the one that causes a row of “AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE! OI OI OI!” in succession for five minutes after the song ends. The Aussie song: Down Under by Men at Work!

[luvrsoath]

✰ indicates that pairing is a side ship/au ship !!

✄ indicates that the pairing has broken up !!

✘ indicates that the pairing is not canon/unreciprocated !!

# GENSHIN IMPACT

MIKOSHI MAI

✰ ; ?? — mikoshi mai & yumemizuki mizuki

ARATAKI KI

demptio furem — arataki ki & kuki shinobu

✰ / ✘ ; carassius furem — a. ki & naganohara yoimiya

✘ ; ?? — arataki ki & chevreuse

✰ / ✘ ; suki — arataki ki & kuki shinobu & kujou sara

✄ ; dr. & detective — arataki ki & shikanoin heizou

✄ / ✘ ; angel’s turmoil — arataki ki & vanserra malykai

PAPILLION VEILLANTIF

heel to heal — papillion veillantif & lucrezia

✘ ; dernière danse — veillantif, lucrezia & navia, clorinde

NGÔ YẾN THI XUÂN

✄ / ✘ ; rewind — ngô yến thi xuân & arlecchino

# HONKAI: STAR RAIL

HÀOYÚ

a whisker away — hàoyú & jing yuan

HÓNGHUĀ

✰ ; blazing bath bombs — hónghuā & huāfēn

✰ ; heatwaves — hónghuā & feixiao

NINE

guiding light — nine & firefly

fluorescent dreams — nine & firefly & sparkle

will o’ wisp — nine & sparkle

✰ ; shooting stars — nine & stelle & march

TIEN

✄ ; ode to the sea — tien & khôi

REMORA

within arms reach — remora & lomi

SAUVIGNON CABERNET

love at first bite — sauvignon cabernet & d’acqui brachetto

TOTO MOSQUI

✘ ; blood pearls — toto mosqui & odette

HIBI

✰ ; love spell — hibi & falsym hollie

ODETTE

turtledove lovers — odette & korix

✘ ; blood pearls — odette & toto mosqui

SHIRASU YUN

?? — shirasu yun & ena

✰ ; beginning of the end — shirasu yun & acheron

✘ ; ?? — shriasu yun & shūfēn

✘ ; ?? — shriasu yun & shūfēn & ambrose

KHÔI

geniuses’ reprise — khôi & ruan mei

✘ ; golden ratio — khôi & veritas ratio

✰ ; ?? — khôi & ruan mei & the herta

✄ ; ode to the sea — khôi & tien

✘ ; water lilies’ grove — shūfēn & khôi

WANDERLUST

?? — wanderlust & silver wolf

KUMIKUMA

?? — kumikuma & velvet

RHODOLITE

blood orange — rhodolite & topaz

✘ ; dear moonlight — rhodolite & moonstone

SHŪFĒN

✰ ; venus flytrap — shūfēn & dream-weaver

✘ ; ?? — shūfēn & dream-weaver & amore

✰ ; the veiled god’s hand — shūfēn & ambrose

✘ ; ?? — shūfēn & ambrose & shirasu yun

✘ ; ?? — shūfēn & shirasu yun

✘ ; garden of rotting roses — shūfēn & argenti

✘ ; water lilies’ grove — shūfēn & khôi

# VALORANT

V��ƠNG KIM-LY

✰ ; imperial gold — vương kim-ly & li zhao yu

✰ ; golden gears — vương kim-ly & iselin

✰ ; fruit bat — vương kim-ly & nectaria silviu

NGUYỄN HANH

fungi — nguyễn hanh & nectaria silviu

# ORIGINAL WORLD

UTSURI KI

suigetsu — utsuri ki & narumi hoshinobu

✘ ; moonflower — utsuri ki & shinonome himawari

✰ ; kyōka suigetsu — u. ki & n. hoshinobu & s. himawari

SHINONOME HIMAWARI

✘ ; moonflower — shinonome himawari & utsuri ki

✰ ; sea anemone — s. himawari & narumi hoshinobu

✰ ; kyōka suigetsu — s. himawari & u. ki & n. hoshinobu

NARUMI HOSHINOBU

suigetsu — narumi hoshinobu & utsuri ki

✰ ; sea anemone — n. hoshinobu & shinonome himawari

✰ ; kyōka suigetsu — n. hoshinobu & u. ki & s. himawari

ZHŪHÓNG CHUÀNGYÌ

✰ ; welded rose — zhūhóng chuàngyì & bùi ha-eun

BÙI HA-EUN

✰ ; welded rose — bùi ha-eun & zhūhóng chuàngyì

HAKI HANA

✘ ; cobra lily — haki hana & ok seojun

OK SEOJUN

✘ ; cobra lily — ok seojun & haki hana

HUY ORPHEUS

starcrossed symphony — huy orpheus & lum latimeria

LUM LATIMERIA

starcrossed symphony — lum latimeria & huy orpheus

KWON HA-MIN

bones and buns — kwon ha-min & lim yu-mi

# ETC

YÁN XIĀO JÌNG

lost to time — yán xiāo jìng & angel devil & hayakawa aki

AIUICHI TOKI

swallow folded silk — aiuchi toki & tokito muichiro

LOVELACE WINNIE SEPHEREN

?? — lovelace winnie sephren & gogol nikolai

?? — l. winnie sephren & g. nikolai & dostoyevsky fyodor

?? — lovelace winnie sephren & d. fyodor

HOANG VIEN

encore before sunrise — hoang vien & solis morix

[vanessamoyle]

as soon as i saw you, i knew a grand adventure was about to happen

[justsorandomlywicked]

"If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever." ~Winnie the Pooh

[magicshvps]

okay....drum roll, here is what i have for names for my new babies im testing:

lincoln: typically his friends call him link, he’s a teacher’s assistant at the college he attends because he wants to teach children (probably grade 3 or 4). super quiet nerdy type of trope, stumbles over his words, can’t maintain eye contact, just very socially awkward. (soobin fc)

winston: lincoln’s roommate, a grade older but you wouldn’t be able to tell, a giant man baby who geeks out on starwars and harry potter and pokemon. super clumsy, always tripping over shit and over himself, loud and chaotic but not on purpose. (namjoon fc)

winnie: sweet little wanderlust baby, she lives in a van she fixed up herself (think those super cute vanlife types). works at a plant shop and adores all types of nature, a botanist so she tends to people’s gardens and just is all around sweet baby. (sana fc)

dalton: gamer BOYYY, he’s a twitch streamer and has a pretty big following. but he’s pretty much a faceless streamer unless you gain access to private content he posts, super likeable but also a bit aloof. like you think you know him based off the persona he puts online but he’s actually not all that outgoing in person, a fairly large introvert, it takes a lot to pull him out of his room where he feels safe. (taehyun fc)

[shearonhopelove]

Day 3: A Magical Day at Disney What an amazing day today was! We arrived at Disney around 10:00 and went non-stop from the moment we walked though the turnstile! This was Addison's first trip to Disney so Rachel and I wanted to make sure she had the full experience! The first thing she did was buy an autograph/photo book and got a picture with Goofy, her favorite! The first attraction we went to was a Jungle Cruise which took us though some of the worlds most famous rivers. Our guide, Skipper Al, asked us what an elephant and a car had in common. Without really thinking I yelled "a trunk!" Skipper Al heard me and referred to me as Skipper Hannah too many times to count for the remainder of the cruise. Lol. We took advantage of the FastPasses and immediately booked one for Space Mountain! It has been 11-12 years since Rach and I have ridden it so it was basically like we were ridding it for the first time too! By the time we got off we all had tears streaming out of the corners of our eyes and we were laughing so hard! We all agreed that the biggest let down of the day was The Haunted Mansion ride, and I take full blame for this. When I last went to Disney I was too afraid to open my eyes during that ride, so I told Addison and Rach that I had to face my fear! So basically I talked up this ride to being way scarier than it was. It wasn't scary at all. Literally. We didn't scream once. I guess my imagination is more scary than The Haunted Mansion itself. Rachel and I also made Addison ride Its a Small World. We definitely were not letting her get away without having that song stuck in her head for the remainder of the trip! The last thing of the day was the fireworks behind the castle! Let me tell you. I speak for all of us when we say there was nothing more magical than that! We all stared in awe as Tinker Bell soared over Sleeping Beauty's castle (That's right. It's Sleeping Beauty's in Disneyland). We had such a great day learning to be kids again, hugging our favorite characters, screaming our hearts out, and experiencing the true magic of Disneyland! Stay tuned for more fun tomorrow! Shearon, Hope, Love

[zoyanailpolish]

Zoya Winnie

Wanderlust for Summer 2017

[lonelyinkmark]

Uhm so here's my welcome home OC 👉👈

Her name is Winny and she loves travel and photography hence the last name Wanderlust. She likes to give random fun facts on historical places and bringing awareness to the different cultures of the world through her photos and journal entries. I imagine that she doesn't appear much since she's always off somewhere and only occasionally comes back to talk about her journeys and see her friends.

[ardenssolis]

@soldfear​ said (inbox): 

❛ I’m sorry, Ozy. . . But I’m a bit tired from my travels. ❜ Gently, Winnie came to rest his head against the other’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed before a small smile made its way across his lips. ❛ Let me bathe in your warmth for a little while, Sun King. . . ❜

     ❝WHERE DID YOU GO? Mm, nevermind. You can tell me when you are more awake.❞ He chuckled, seeing no reason why he wouldn’t allow Winnie to use his shoulder as a temporary pillow. The fact that they were exhausted meant that they must have gone quite a distance, but that was expected of one with wanderlust like Winnie. He was a free spirit, constantly on the move and intent on seeing and experiencing a great deal of things. What secrets did this forest hide? What secrets did others hide? Those were things that Ozymandias himself held interest in, yet would never be able to fully be able to witness. After all, he was a spirit who was only here based on temporary time. His scope of the world was but a small aspect of it, the greater sights that existed out there only to be witness on television or through magazines. Lifting his hand, he ruffled the other’s hair a bit, making sure to pluck out the occasional leaf that must have found its way into dark locks without him being any aware (or maybe Winnie had simply not cared enough to remove them).

     ❝Rest as long as you need. The weather is pleasant enough that I too am tempted to nap the afternoon away.❞ The sun was warm, gently so, and the lively chirps of birds akin to a song meant to further lull another into a land of dreams. Ozymandias could admit that as time passed, he too would more than likely be joining Winnie. There was a pause from him, the Sun King glancing off into the distance thoughtfully. He wished to say something, but how easy it was for his train of thought to wander from one thing to another. Whatever it was, it would come back to him. In the meantime, though, it was best to let the forests’ natural music serve as Winnie’s lullaby.

[defatcarrot8-blog]

Winnie Harlow in Dior ❤

[michellespenscratchz]

13? can be whichever ship you like but you know very well what I'm biased towards

13. Kissing scars either shortly or long after they’ve healed. (One Wainlock coming right up. :D)

Alistair Hammerlock knew that when Wainright looked out on the expanse of Eden-6′s wilderness from the sanctity of their porch rocking chairs, he saw the comfort and serenity of home. As for himself, he had to admit, he couldn’t resist peering just a little further skyward for the next adventure. Not now, of course. But soon the wanderlust must reclaim him as it always did.

He looked down and saw that Winny’s hand had strayed from his own rocking chair’s armrest, and over onto Hammerlock’s to cover his hand. 

In the curvature of his partner’s hand, between the thumb and forefinger, Hammerlock noticed an old faded scar resembling a bite mark. His brow furrowed. He’d never noticed that before...and certainly not for lack of opportunities.

“What have we here, then?” he asked, tracing the scar with his free hand.

“Oh, that?” Wainright drummed his fingers. “Ain’t nothin’. Just a little brush with some local wildlife when I was knee-high, is all.”

“Saurians, per chance?” Hammerlock nudged Wainright’s shoulder playfully. “I had no idea you had so much of the fighting spirit, old boy.”

“Actually, it was a flower,” Wainwright admitted with a flush in his cheeks. “A flower that bites.”

“Ah, yes. Carnivorous flora,” Hammerlock said. “I’ve heard of it. They can grow as much as ten feet high. Are they native here?”

“This one sure was, and didn’t take kindly to me trespassin’,” Wainright said. “Looked like an ordinary enough plant at the time. I was picking a mess of them for Mama (rest her) to put in a vase. Didn’t know the darn thing would be so against the idea ‘till it bit me. Dropped them all and ran.”

“It’s the thought that counts, to be sure.” Hammerlock coiled his fingers around the scarred hand on the rocker armrest and brought it up to kiss it. “Mrs. Maggie Jakobs was certainly lucky to have you as a son, I daresay.”

Wainright smiled. “Y’know, I think she would have liked you plenty, Alistair.”

Hammerlock returned the smile. The dulcet call of adventure and exploration was never far from Hammerlock’s mind, but he could delay it just a little while longer. This moment was too priceless to pass up, no matter what thrills lay ahead.

[Original Ask]

[soldfear]

UNPROMPTED // ALWAYS ACCEPTING !!

@ardenssolis​ asked : "When you travel, where do you go?" Could Winnie be anywhere at any time? Did he have the ability to travel across the world in a single day? Probably not, but it was interesting to think about and Ozymandias had a vivid imagination. "Are there any sights you like the most? Since being here, I have come to enjoy the way light trickles through ancient trees, or the vast fields of wildflowers that bloom."

★ —  ❛ Everywhere and anywhere. ❜ Though, it was not a straightforward answer. One could almost come to expect the words of Winnie to always be laced with mystery, with divine peculiarity and interest that left one guessing as towards what he was thinking. The song he had been so merrily humming before died within his throat as he softly turned to look towards the other, watching with interest as he spotted that undeniable curiosity that waned within his eyes. How many stories had Winnie let slip past his lips, brining forth a new tale of adventure from far off worlds that Ozymandias’ could only sadly dream of ?? There were too many to count, and yet, the question almost sounded silly to the witch as he idly sat up by the other’s side. ❛ I’ll travel to any forgotten place. Any kingdom that hasn’t been seen by the eyes of man for centuries. Mythical places that are said to be of legend only to be true. And at times. . . Places that no one has ever had the pleasure of laying their eyes upon aside from me. Far, away, lost to time only to be found again, to finally be witnessed and adored once more from where they are kept hidden. ❜

The sudden hitch of air within this last statement was caught in a breathy sigh, excitement burning within his heart as the promise of adventure always stirred him. Alone, one could note the sudden spark within the blues of his eyes, the thrill of love he held for his travels. His body alone seemed to itch at that second, to flow heavily with the blood of one who could never find themselves attached to a singular place for too long. Distant. . . There was no place Winnie wouldn’t find himself wandering to, for that would be a betrayal to his own wanderlust heart. ❛ There are many sights I’ve come to fall in love with. The quiet whispers of a foggy morning within the woods, tempting to trick you. The snowcapped mountains brimming in white sheets, perfect for one to make the first mark upon them. And now. . . ❜ His hand came to reach for the fallen leaf of the tree they sat underneath, plucking it upwards to show off such a resplendent mix of colors. Oranges, reds and yellows, mixing, changing to show the coming and going of the summer season into a cold and beautiful autumn. ❛ The falling of leaves. This season, now as in fact, is the migration of the Monarch butterflies. Oh, if you could see them, all at once in hoards like an army, taking flight into the air to venture back to their other distant home. It’s like watching a powerful wind knock all these leaves off of this tree, swirling down upon us in a dance. It’s. . .  ❜ His grin grew, sure the fluttering within his very own heart could be heard by the other as he breathlessly spoke. ❛ It’s beautiful. ❜

Yet, there was a sudden small ache in recognizing that these far off lands could only be spun out in tales for the other. What he could only witness came tied to the cold hard truth that only laid out within his arms reach. Unlike Winnie, he was placed still in a time different from the one he had been born, only able to see what was before him in the present. ❛ It’s not only the places I get to see. . . But the people as well. People who have taught me not to trust, what to look for, how to be. Friends, lovers, comrades. . . Even they are beautiful to me. As beautiful as all the landscapes I’ve had the pleasure to see. ❜ His gaze was brought towards the other, smiling as he reached out to tuck a strand of the Ozy’s hair behind his ear. Yes, he was a mighty king, but here, there was no palace, no guard to tell Winnie of how bold he was to think he could so easily touch royalty. No. . . For here they were friends. He smiled now. Perhaps sadly, but it was for the own yearning of his heart that betrayed his features. ❛ Fate is cruel sometimes. Here I am, having found someone who wishes to travel, wishes to see these places I’ve been to. Not just hear my stories, but see the world itself as well. . . And yet, as soon as I think we’re bound for adventure, our travel ends here at the edge of the forest. ❜

Fingers trailed down against the other’s jawline, now pulling away as he a small sigh made itself present. He was quiet for a moment, still as the soft breeze pressed back those wild black locks of his, ears twitching slightly as the soft trill of leaves caught his attention once more. ❛ But my favorite place is home, at my cottage where my father raised me. Every quiet morning where the sunlight pours in, when the birds slowly begin to sing and the sun begins to rise. . . That’s the sight I’m happiest with. ❜