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Sphinx Temple

You climb all the way to the top and that's when things get weird.

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Ozy gets so sleepy and mellow when it's raining. It relaxes him a great deal, and there's something to be said about how the darkened sky makes him feel less seen. He can merely exist in relative quiet, enjoying the sound and the atmosphere stormy weather brings.

#;headcanon #;mobile

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“I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.”

— Hanamoto Hagumi (via salomegemme)

#musing

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KAVEH, IN A WAY, was much like himself. Of course they had their differences, especially when it came to moments like this one, but what he had caught during all of this was that they were constantly observing, and through that observation, shifting and changing how they approached things with quick and expert ease. One would say it was almost calculating and methodical, but there was something distinctly…different still. He’d love to analyze that himself if given the opportunity, but Kaveh was so stubborn about keeping his mind from drifting anywhere else aside from where it should be. As soon as he even humored this particular thought, like clockwork, Kaveh knew. Being on the other end of this was certainly different for him. Not wholly new, though all the same, still so uncommon. He wasn’t used to being watched with such intensity – to be observed with quiet fascination in the same manner that Kaveh looked down upon him now, and thus, it was safe to say that he felt almost embarrassed to be monitored so.

     ❝G-Guh…❞ He shuddered, teeth biting down upon his lips to keep any further sounds from slipping from him aside from the sharp exhale of his breath, or the occasional slippage of a soft groan. ❝I am…s-sure that…have.❞ He barely managed to speak those words, attempting to not allow them to be colored by the pleasure he most definitely felt with each brush of those fingers. What was spoken made him huff, a gentle scoff amidst it all. ‘I’ll retrain myself.’ A boldfaced lie if he ever heard one. That smile said a great deal more than what was actually said. His hips jerked slightly at the unexpected touch to his erection, that slow drag of a fingertip right along the length in a tease…

     Oh, he’d get them back.

     This was a promise.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄, Kaveh isn't the type who can make this sort of thing impersonal. Not only does it not suit his tastes, but it affects his enjoyment of the entire process if he can't at least connect with the other person on some level. No matter how fleeting, it's part of what makes his trysts (far more infrequent now than they once were) so memorable.

(For him, in any case.)

Yet Ozymandias for all his efforts, is doing his very best to act as though he remains detached. While Kaveh is content to let him keep the pretense, he's more than aware that this is a rarity. Something that the other wouldn't do if he weren't somehow affected by him, and it's something he plans to take advantage of thoroughly. So when the man's teasing voice cuts off, Kaveh's stare sharpens.

"Ah," he murmurs softly, pleased, "there we are..." The gentle tone is at odds with the way his fingers immediately focus on the spot, working over it with almost vicious determination. "Good... I've been waiting to see what this would do to you." He adjusts his position accordingly, reaching for the other's length with his free hand and stroking a gentle finger along the underside.

"Don't worry," he reassures, still smiling, "I'll restrain myself."

He is, of course, absolutely lying.

#;nsfw #nsfw / #pairidaezah #;v: ??? #;;au (ge impact)

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@dayrisen said (inbox):

[ i'll leave the verse up to you uwu masquerade ball tehehe ] She would know him in any place, anywhere ---- features concealed or features unveiled. She would know this sighting of light. She giggles softly into concealed fingers, footfalls beginning to echo slightly, heels singing their way to him. She wonders if the clothing is a bit much, kimono with a western dress twist. Long sleeves scattering near to the ground, a tender white fallen into soft shades of sky, long tresses bound back & covered by a blue veil, concealing even her hair. Hands lay hidden by bindings of white lace, kimono lined with a lace wrap. Upon features, she adorns a mask resembling Acala. Slowly, she bends, extending her fingers out to him to ask for this dance ---- she wonders if he'll know it's her.

EVENTS LIKE THIS WERE interesting if only because they were so utterly foreign. He understood the reason behind it – the masks, the mystery, the freedom of being unknown, yet even so, never before did he think that he would be involved in anything like this before. Still, Ozymandias had been invited, and though his father had held very little interest in mingling with other rulers and the like for tradition’s sake, he wanted to move away from this and see how things went from there. It was for that reason he was here now; mask in place, and glass of wine in hand. Taking a small sip of that delicious, sweet beverage, outside of the occasional interested noble’s approach, for the most part, he had been left to his devices. Watching, taking in the sights, and learning who had the most attention present and who did not. The soft click of heels becoming loud with each approach is what captured his attention, his gaze shifting away from the middle of the ballroom to the stranger before him.

     Another asking him to dance…

     How incessant those with means could be when they were dead set on something. ❝Ah, I must be quite popular this evening. You are the nineth person to approach me so.❞ Pushing himself off the wall, he smirked, swirling what was left of his wine before downing it all in one go. Empty glass placed upon a table, he then placed his attention back to those extended fingers. ❝And what is it that made you come to me, I wonder?❞ Because there was always a reason. He might not know what that reason was, but that didn’t eliminate the fact that there oftentimes was a goal in mind.

#dayrisen #;dayrisen : koto #;v: ??? #;;au (fantasy) #[HUEHUEHUEHUE] #answered

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@paramythas said (inbox):

"Sun King." Arturia's voice is quiet as she stops beside him. The day's mission is over, and their return is imminent- and so she takes the distraction of everyone else's preparation to take his hand carefully, armored gauntlet dissipating as her fingers thread through his. "Dine with me this evening," she says, an invitation as much as a demand. Her hand lifts his own to her lips, brushing the knuckles gingerly. When she lifts her eyes, there's a brightness to them that speaks of her amusement. "If you don't mind the presence of my knights, that is." It's far more likely that her knights will mind his, but well- that's certainly their problem, not hers, isn't it?

AH, OZYMANDIAS ALWAYS ENJOYED those quiet moments after a mission. Even if fighting didn’t take place that day, there was still always a sense of accomplishment that lingered when that cool breeze would drift by. Staff unsummoned, he was about to go and slip off to enjoy this pleasant weather properly when he was forced to pause. Cool metal slipping within his hand right before it was suddenly replaced by warmth took his full attention; gold shifting to rest upon Arturia with a curious rise of brows. How rare it was sometimes, to see this king with their hands free of the frigid distance that was steel. Even rarer still to know of the heat that existed beneath that barrier. Thus, he could not help but linger on it – ponder the sensation of her roughened palm against his own, yet even so, rougher still.

     ❛Dine with me this evening.❜

     Ozymandias blinked, yanked from his thoughts and back to reality upon those words – surprised by their utterance. Although taken aback, his lips did quirk at her tone: how it was both a request and a demand in equal measure. The firm authority of a king that could never wholly dissipate even when one’s intentions were different from tone. Oh, but the skill that Arturia held in holding his ever so fickle attention. The kiss upon his knuckles, the gleam within those eyes so like a sea of green… ❝I would hardly mind them,❞ he finally responded, amusement slipping into his words with the upturn of his lips. ❝Besides, it would serve them well to share, I think.❞ Considering he held every intention on stealing their king away for himself every now and then, they had best become used to this arrangement in the future sooner rather than later.

#paramythas #;paramythas : arturia (lancer) #;v: chaldea days #;;f.go #answered #;;inbox #[OH MISS ARTURIA :blush:]

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@corrchoigilt said (inbox):

“Something-or-other.” Cú greets the Rider with a small wave, a tremendous display of etiquette really as he walks in mostly unannounced. Nevermind him as he finds a small spot in the replica throne room to sit down and make himself comfortable in. The quiet here was rather relaxing and perfect for reading . . . as long as the king had no signature grand speeches to make, of course.

❝SOMETHING-OR-OTHER,❞ HE greeted in return, watching as the Caster stepped further into his false throne room. It was quite rare to be greeted by this particular Cu Chulainn, although in general, aside from the pup with all their incessant yapping, it was safe to say that all of them were rather elusive. Rather than call attention to this, however, Ozymandias merely allowed them their space within the simulation he had hijacked for himself. No questions were asked, no teases offered – just acceptance for what it was. Thus, as his focus lingered on them just a little longer, he shifted a bit in his seat, cheek coming to rest upon his closed fist and eyes closing in its own rare display of comfort. Outside of those he didn’t deem much of a threat, he would never have dropped his guard so casually even in the presence of another ally. For Cu, though – for this Caster, there was trust to be held there that need not be spoken allowed to be known or understood.

     Gestures said enough.

#corrchoigilt #;v: chaldea days #;;f.go #answered #;;inbox #[ugh I love this]

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[Work has me feeling like death so I haven't been around much save for shadow liking posts as usual but Friday or this weekend I should be more lively everywhere -looks at discord- Also going to be doing a dash clean up this weekend as well as I follow too many people I'm not doing things with gikfkdss. No hard feelings but I gotta clean up 😭]

#If you liked posts / commented or are new you're good so no worries! #Friday pls come sooner I'm so tired 😩😩😩 #;ooc jabber #;tbd #;mobile

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太陽王入陣曲！

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#Masquerade ball with Ozy plot #:blush: #gallery #muse

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[rubs my face against you like a cat]

#musing

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@ardenssolis asked: see what happens when you chase a thrill ? // MEME.

' i thought the saying was usually " break a leg ? " his whisper is murmur-soft against ozymandias's supporting shoulder , and when he weakly laughs , the sound of it tattered and broken up into gasps , he visibly winces and grimaces in a sharp and excruciating pain . ask him if he'd do any of this again , and he would have answered without hesitation that he wouldn't . ask him why he had done it in the first place , and he would have answered that any reason still was beyond him .

' though ... you're still fine , right ? ' not too banged up , plenty healthy enough to carry even a great , broken black bird back to the others whose better healing magics could fix him up in practically a blink . if only for now , all that he had to do was endure --- that included any of the rider's chiding , too .

' i don't know what went wrong . everything had to be abandoned halfway . the numbers didn't match the reports , i don't know where they got the extra reinforcements from . and daisuke ... ' even i , ' started to worry . ' about you . the cool of his cheeks leans itself against the other , a fatigued , red-winter chill to egypt's warm sands . ' phantom thieves shouldn't be any good at mass-murder , see ? but we can't be beat at performing and serving as a distraction . i didn't chase a thrill , here ... they chased me . '

what could have been a guffaw is muffled into a wretched little snicker , all pride over his near-fatal mischief . ' in other words , close , but no dice . the fact i'm here now means i still didn't get caught , as expected of the great me . ' maybe that cocky smirk in the midst of broken bones and bleeding wounds is the most infuriating of all . and yet , his eyes still slowly shut in the other's grasp and carry . the long tips of his wings drag along the ground , while his voice drifts like he were already falling into a deep , deep sleep .

' i appreciate the concern , but you should save it . because right now , i don't regret anything . i just want to rest until this pain in my ribs goes away . '

#[EXCUSE YOU????? #YOU CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS #-lies down -- closes eyes- #dai/dark worrying over ozy always gets me #dai because he's so obvious with his concern and dark because he's like #'I'm not worried lol -is worried-' #the contrast] #;keeps #dnangelic #;v: chaldea days #;;fgo #ozy vc: -gives the longest lecture ever later-

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@dayrisen said (inbox):

koto bites his hand & then his arm & finally, bites him right on the cheek !

LIFTS KOTO UP AND shakes her around by the scruff -- then hurls her into the horizon like a football. Fly free, Koto. Fly free. Meanwhile, he will return to what he had been doing before the rude interruption.

#[he gets bitten so much that he's just #'8 / -will just yeet her into space-' #at this point KJHFKDSJFSD] #dayrisen #;dayrisen : koto #;v: chaldea days #;;f.go #answered #;;inbox

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Sphinx Awlad by D-ik Factory

#ozy drinking wine out of this DDFFGVXCG #you talk to him and #he has this in hand #;ooc jabber

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❝HOW NICE OF YOU to worry so, but I assure you, I am perfectly fine.❞ People were so odd nowadays about seeing a bare chest. Well – it was more than a bare chest that was out on display, but that wasn’t important. ❝I hope I was not too much of a distraction.❞ Lies. He hoped he was.

" do you need... uhhh... like a jacket or something... "

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#[me already closing my eyes wishing kuro the best] #nilhara #;v: summoned forth #answered #;;inbox

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Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

#musing

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🌟 for tyler and nebka

Tyler and Rider :: damn, can u say room-mates that fall in love, any faster? i hate how nice this is, tyler's just so pro-rider it's mad. these two are like that couple someone finds on instagram and speculates them datin' cause they just always in each others back pocket. the fact rider keeps visiin' tyler even when he's been summoned by someone else in a different part of the city, hello??????

i love them, personally, the friendship and wherever it'll go for them is so good. i dunno if it's love but it's defo a platonic nature that's tyler got feelin' in his heart for rider, the attention and snooty attitude that gives in for him? yeah that makes him feel stupid special so he's smug about that but also the fact that rider doesn't treat him as some second choice in the sense of askin him about his life and magic talents. even if ty's not up the standard rider remembers in his life, he ain't like 'ya shite at it mate, better stop yeah?', instead he's just 'ho-oh that's how it is, okeydokey' but still asks questions anyway so ty can feel good explainin' his livelihood without judgement.

rider also being welcomed by the shop is a b ig thing cause ty's usually the one going out to places cause the shops so picky and protective of his company. trust is massively heightened on that alone so ty doesn't have to hide a part of himself with rider at all. their friendship atm is just so sweet, the closeness, the skinskip, the teasing on mutual sides, the magic talks - it's like the perfect sleepover mixture but for two grown ass adults at any time of day.

the genuine connection these two have make me happy. wherever it goes i'm ready, tyler's ready and rider's ready so we'll see what the future holds for them both.

Nebka and Pharaoh :: guardian monster's devotion to his born duty but also the growin' adoration of his pharaoh's interactions with him. not just a trophy beast but also a monster worth the pedastal to show his pharaoh's power and strength? fuck yeah i love this.

nebka's duty to ozy is out of this world, like ride or die kinda beast. he's got nothing else in his dna but serve ozy and keep him safe alive and dead, he has no end of contract here. that last ask though did explain a bit about how my sphinx is gunna work, born with his pharaoh's rise and dies with them once they are laid to rest. guardin' their tomb with curse and sand from their bones - buring them from the world until they've walked the threshold of the next life at the god's side.

i love the idea that ozy and nebka are the only ones that are able to converse, nebka's noises are not that of a human faced beast to those outside of the royal bloodline, he just makes lion sounds to their ears which makes sense for them to be in awe and flinch in his bestial presence. nebka can't talk to other beings outside of the pharaoh's blood so like even his wife, nor zateros could converse with him. zat's got a bit of a cheat though bein' a beast herself, she could translate enough for a one-sidedish conversation if she had too. but outside that nature, it'll be something hard to try and eavesdrop on them in the temple.

also like the idea that ozy will be the only one to ask of nebka to use his wings for whatever reason. he has no need to use them much for himself now that he is in the temple and at his pharaoh's side so for nebka, his wings are a mere decoration to show the connection of Ra and Horus to the Pharaoh's power.

also just came to be now, what if nebka's got a one in five chances of taking on his pharaoh's pain if it came toa fatal blow, eg; ozy bein' harmed that sudden pain for transfer to nebka wherever he is out of the mystical power of being the pharaoh's guardian. no matter the severity of that sudden switch, nebka could 'die' in ozy's place if his time wasn't meant to be. that'd be painful.

#[I'm holding both of these close GUUUGHHH #tyler and ozy are so so interesting in the fact that they're both really #comfortable with one another and it just overall feels so natural for them both like their little chance meeting #evolved into this deep relationship that's so hard to define but it's so CLOSE and I love it 😭 #I'd ramble more but -goes on to Nebka- #what I love is how ozy genuinely cares about him #he's not just this guardian for him but someone he want to see happy and flourishing #I laugh thinking about ozy just conversing with nebka and everyone just watching -- fascinated by the exchange #because they literally cannot understand what is being said save for zateros #ALSO THAT LAST PART KILLS ME GET OUT OF HERE] #;nvrcmplt : tyler #;nvrcmplt : nebka #;keeps #;v: gods walk among us #;tyler tag (nvrcmplt) #;nebka tag (nvrcmplt)

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❝AN UNDERSTANDABLE FEAR, DAISUKE. Do not feel ashamed to have these thoughts. A Servant falling for someone will always end the same way. When all is accomplished, they will fade away. Our time is always borrowed, yet even so…❞ He paused, leaning in just a little more, ❝since we are here, why is it that we cannot enjoy this life in full once more? Cannot love again even knowing that it is short? Cannot eat and sleep despite knowing we have no need for it? Regardless of whether we are mere phantoms conjured by magic, the fact remains that we still feel like anyone else.❞ Pain felt was genuine despite their bodies not being real. To be crushed by an enemy, to be devoured, incinerated, so on and so forth, felt real. It was for these reasons that it was a kindness that upon each summoning, a Servant couldn’t remember a previous battle, and if they did, it was a hazy thing like trying to recall a memory one had when they were eight years old.

     ❝You are far too hard on yourself…and far too selfless besides. For once, do something for yourself. That is the greatest advice I can offer you.❞ Even now, Daisuke refused to even ponder the thought of being selfish. Always, always did he have another in mind. This was not necessarily a bad thing…until it negatively affected your own happiness. ❝Before writing off anything, why not ask the other party their thoughts on this? You need not tell them your feelings. Just see where their own mind lies before making a decision.❞

at first , surprise --- and then disappointment seems to sink fresh into his features . he thinks things might have been easier had ozymandias been able to say yes , but even then , weren't the niwa's own circumstances painfully unique ?

' in the first place ... ' his words slow down and he hesitates , but gathering up some courage , he tries again . ' ... i'm not a true servant . somehow , i've managed to live for this long , but --- ' couldn't ozymandias understand ? for a human to fall in love with an existence so fleeting , and one that , if ever reborn , re-summoned , be it in another place or another time , would never remember him . a love like that to some would be nothing more than a waste , and once undone , it could have been treated as if it had never even existed in the first place .

' i know that servants are just supposed to be stories . you aren't --- the real humans , or people , that once were . everyone keeps telling me , a servant is just made up magic and spiritrons and mana ... and it's different . from me . ' cells and blood and yes , of course , his curse . ' that's why --- i don't know . even if i get a crush , i don't know if it's alright for me to pursue it . ' a breath . ' i ... don't want to hurt someone . ' even by , possibly , liking them ... that was the sort of boy that the niwa was .

#dnangelic #;v: chaldea days #;;fgo #;mini