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prtector · 4 months

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[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) tell me more about this scar .. ( if you actually plan to go through with it )

the curtains of dusk waved gaily in the wind , like a flag being marched home after a glorious & triumphant battle . it arched over the golden streaks that would soon be put to slumber . targon had long days , no matter the time of the year . taric stands steadily , a hand pressing against his breast . his seemingly impression of a genuine simpering yokel — could not shake the offset of a frown etching into the targonian’s face . a flicker , something so profound , unreadable , glinting in dull intensity of something behind taric’s eyes , something not quite as gentle as his understanding smile , but it was fleeting .

the hand saddles against the fabric of his blue textile [ ; ] tassels loosening as brought by wide muscle drives beyond beneath . perhaps it was a glamor , the reverence , an appraisal towards a high being , that made taric feel he shouldn’t be looked at . some kind of lingering effect of seeing what the mundane shouldn’t . perhaps it was just the curious targonian air , making him a little dizzy by the ascent , cold & thin [ ; ] infused with the latent magical fallout spewing from his beloved mountain .

❝ i’m sorry — i’ve might’ve roosted in the heights longer than i’ve thought . we can rest as soon as we past this outcrop . ❞

his hand retracts to reveal blood imprinted like the blots of ink . his limpid eyes chasing its fresh line digging into the cracks of his cosmic embedded palm . the violet creates a magenta hue as it collides with the red . taric could see yone’s figure shift among the ravine , approaching him with a heady stare of ferocity . he knew this look [ ; ] something he could faintly recall garen giving him .

something he’s deduced that it’s not something that should be ignored .

❝ very well . the cave up ahead is presently unoccupied , just stay on this side�� of the stalagmites , please . ❞

the aspect strides inside , avoiding the toothy jutting edges of rock . the floor mercifully damp - free as he sits himself down . the tassels of his tunic fully pulled back , rolls lazily donning against lightly - haired breasts . his fingers kneaded the receptors that covered his body head to toe , his body pulling a sigh from star - kissed lips . ❝ i might’ve gone a bit too far . a trait of a demacian , right ? it seems to be a bite , nothing you should worry about . after all [ ... ] this is something i’ve been bargaining for in exchange for warranting a power equivalent to a mage . ❞

if he was in pain , the aspect didn’t show it . keeping his face poised & full of certainty . affection & reassurance . taric grunts softly , managing to press his naked palm more firmly against the open gash across his front . ❝ fighting the void is a part of my duties as this world’s protector . i will not be slain so easily , not even against the creatures of the void . ❞ his palm departs , & violet starlight entourages in place of the wound [ ; ] evident facets of crystal layering over his vitals . taric makes a sound of amusement , hoping he can indulge yone’s curiosity .

❝ it’s true , you , & many of the life among us may know me as taric . but the stars know me as the protector , guardian of love , life , & beauty . ❞ taric relinquished his bloodied hand to lie limp atop his lap . ❝ i cherish life , but beauty is worth dying for . if it means keeping you breathing & full of valor to continue your work . i see it all , i feel it all , every time someone is touched by true beauty . i want to be there & marvel when the blood of an azakana is slain by your blade , yone . ever closer to your goal . how could i ever scorn that ? how could i ever regret protecting you ? if i did not have my own patrons to care for , i would go with you . ❞ he adjusts slowly against the walls of the cave , his long hair pooling over his shoulders effortlessly .

❝ if it means getting harmed to achieve this crystallized beauty , then so be it . i would wager this might be a permanent scar , its taking quite a bit to heal [ ... ] but fret not . it hasn’t done me in , so put yourself at ease , my friend . ❞ taric gazes up at yone , gesturing to join him . ❝ we’ve already traveled quite a distance from the foothills . i think it’s time we rest . ❞

#windchaser #𓆩⟡𓆪 “ the stars were the question … i was the answer | ANSWERED.#𓆩⟡𓆪 “ we see beauty in the stars &. they see beauty in us | IN CHARACTER - TARIC.#taric ic.#answered.#since it's not a starter #i still had fun writing this hehe

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maaarshieee · 1 year

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HEYYYY HOW ARE UU??

scaramouche for COMING HOME AHAJAJSH imagine his annoyance

-weekly anon

✩‧₊˚ COMING HOME ✧.*

𓆩✧𓆪 Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche/Wanderer x Gn!Reader ࿐

𓆩✧𓆪 1.ok words ┊ Reverse hurt/comfort ࿐

𓆩✧𓆪 Event post | Event Masterlist ࿐

message from the stars ☆༉

WEEKLY ANON OMG HI!! TY FOR PARTICIPATING! missing you <333 ive been doing great!! im very excited for his event ^^ you're the first to send a request AHHAHSHSA,,not me thinking what to write when i have exams AGAIN next week <3 hope you like this!! have a good day/night! also this... went on a diff direction than i intended... manifesting for everyone who wants wanderer to get him!! good luck <33

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ cw: brief mentions of being stuck in a void so kuni panics a bit and gets rlly angry

To reach beyond the stars, past Celestia, was impossible for the Wanderer.

He may have received an Anemo Vision, but it is not enough to break the barrier that separates him from the world that resides behind it, a world where you existed. Every time he looks above the skies at times when you were idle, murmuring softly to his ears yet your will for him to do anything, such as fighting Hilichurls or completing commissions, doesn't take over, allowing him to do whatever he'd like, he would be thinking about you.

What do you look like? Are you perhaps taller? Or shorter than him? What is the complexion of your skin? The colors of your eyes? The length of your hair? He yearns for answers to questions that will never be heard, all because his voice could never reach above the stars. Just who is the person that owns the soothing voice that only speaks to him?

The voice that comes and goes like him, like the wind. A gentle breeze that makes his hair flutter, kissing his skin and slipping past his fingertips. A voice that one day appeared during his endeavors in Mondstadt, which was odd since it was during his first meeting with the Honorary Knight of the Knights of Favonious, the Traveler, and hasn't left him ever since.

Then, when he awoke from his slumber after being defeated by the Traveler and was finally free from the restraint of his past, your voice grew louder. And oh, how melodious it was to his ears. You sang nothing but praises and encouragement as he used Anemo to take down his enemies, spoiling him with luck and guidance to achieve greater strengths he could have never acquired before without you.

With a hand outstretched toward the stars he once admired, forever twinkling in the vast and infinite darkness of space, forming shapes to lead those who are lost back into the path they strayed from, he wishes upon a shooting star; to give him a chance.

A chance to get to know you, to see your face... or at least know the name of the person who spoke nothing but promises of loyalty and adoration. If only...

Closing his hand into a fist, Kunikuzushi continued on his path, figures of the little fae named Paimon, and the Traveler, not too far away from him. Both waved at him, yelling at him to hurry up.

He scoffed, but he can't bring himself to stop the growing smile on his lips.

As Scaramouche, he would've loathed you more. For being so damn unreachable, for making him crave a feeling he's only felt from you, for not hearing his words. But now, as the Wanderer? A free man?

Well, he could only hope. Hope that one day, in his travels around Teyvat as his new self, he could reach you.

The last thing the Wanderer could remember was a bright, empty flash of white.

His memories were blurry beforehand, but he was definitely sure that he, the Traveler, and Paimon visited Nahida before moving onwards to Fontaine.

Now, he was stuck in an empty void of white. No sound could be heard, nor feel a molecule of air. Gravity, time, space— it was as if everything that existed ceased to exist.

But what scared him the most? You disappeared. The sense of serenity that would follow him no matter where he went had vanished, as if the string that tied you both together has been severed.

So he shed tears like never before. Tears wet his clothing, streaming down his cheeks, all the way to his chin. He wailed though there was no one to hear his misery.

Yet another betrayal.

How foolish of him to trust you— a mere faceless, disembodied voice that appeared out of nowhere and clung to him like a bothersome insect that refused to drift away.

Lies. Your words were nothing but lies, pouring into his hollow body and waiting to topple over, just waiting for him to realize that it was nothing but filth that came from your invisible lips.

Yet try as he might, tears endlessly flowed. No matter how hard he wiped them away, or quiet himself from screaming once more, he continued to lament the loss of everything he knew of. Stuck in a void, he grits his teeth as he began to choke on his own cries, clutching his hat so hard it almost breaks.

He was too caught up in his grief that he hadn't realized that his surroundings gradually formed. What once an empty space of nothingness, turned into a... room? Filled with foreign objects, never to be seen in Teyvat.

Only when he heard a silent call of his name, accompanied by a breathless gasp and the loud shattering of a glass object, splashes of water reaching his porcelain skin, was he snapped out of his pain-stricken stupor.

"Scaramouche?"

Similar to the first time he's heard your voice, something in his chest thrummed, as if he had a heart. Though his vision was blurry from his tears, he couldn't help but let out another sob as he finally laid his eyes on you.

So, it wasn't betrayal, wasn't it?

Even in a confused state, you were quick to respond. Getting down on your knees whilst he crumpled to the ground, you brushed your fingers against his cheek, wiping away his tears, but then flinched back. Perhaps you've realized who he was, for he was sure that you knew him a lot, maybe even more than himself.

Scaramouche. Kunikuzushi. Wanderer. The person you've guided in countless adventures, cheered him on in numerous battles and favored him even if he was stained with unsightly vile. A puppet.

When Scaramouche grabbed your wrist, gentle and cautious not to hurt you, he let out a desperate whimper for your touch. He couldn't bring himself to speak, voice broken from hours and hours of cries that were swallowed in the void. But he pulled you close, to feel more of your serene presence, to finally experience the warmth you gave from your voice up close.

And it only felt natural when you wrapped your arms around him, stroking his hair and cooing in his ear. He wept for god knows how long on your shoulder, but you hadn't minded. You never did, you always cared for him so much.

Even if you're mere strangers, even if this was your first meeting... Being in each other's arms only felt natural.

Not when you've yearned for one another across the barrier that separated you.

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thesirensoracle · 1 year

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Weekly Tarot! Jan 30 - Feb 05, 2023

Card of the Week: The World and 2 of Cups ✧☾゜・。

This week’s theme is beautiful symbiosis.

⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆ No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true. ⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆

After days of hard work and heartache, we may come home tired with not much hope of our future getting better. We may sometimes look at the moon and the bright stars and, after making an honest wish, feel silly for dreaming the same way we did when we were kids. Well, I’ve come as a messenger of good news, for the shining sky has heard your silent wishes and is now delivering them sweetly along with a kiss in the forehead.

The World and the 2 of Cups describing this weeks energy tells us that ahead of us is a time of happiness, success and pleasure. While not necessarily calm, this are the cards that herald the attainment of our goals, bringing triumph at your doorstep… if you’re willing to answer the door. It is said that the reason a siren’s song was so deadly was because it described perfectly what your heart most desired, so the question of this week is: what would that song sound to you? And if you got to finally hear it, would you follow its sweet lullaby or let the opportunity pass you by?

This week we are being asked to go with the flow, to allow ourselves to drown in the sweetness of the endless possibilities that lie ahead of us and trust with our whole hearts that everything is going to be alright. However, the 2 of Cups tells us that our way to success can be achieved through connections and reconciliations:

In the workplace, these cards tell us that through partnership you may achieve blossoming success.

In love, the cards speak of a connection so strong and pure that it seemed to be paired by Venus herself.

And if you’re just trying to focus on some inner work and healing, then the cards speak of a final reconciliation that brings lasting harmony and love where it once was filled with pain.

In whichever path you seem to be at the moment, this week we are being asked to keep dreaming and stay with high hopes at all times, for the universe is now telling us that our dreams are soon to come true. Maybe while opening the door for these blessings to come, we get to realize that all our fear and anxiety was useless, for these divine gifts were always meant to be at our side.

The week starts with moon in Krittika. The moon at the birth of the sun and the beginning of the masculine principle makes today and the rest of the week especially good for ancestral veneration, learning any type of knowledge, but above all to act aligned with our personal truth! This moon gives us the enough determination and fire to attain whatever our soul desires.

☾ Blessings: Success and happiness in any area! As long as you decide to stay positive and trust that the universe is working in your favor, blessings will appear before you nonstop.

☾ Warnings: Envy. Being successful and shining with confidence can make other people jealous, however, if you don’t pay attention to that then you’ll be fine.

☾ Random messages/tips:

The whole reading I had Aurora’s harmonization from Sleeping Beauty playing in my head, and if that doesn’t tell you how much of a good week its going to be then I don’t know what is lmao.

Don’t hold back, go all in.

Owls and a lot of imagery from the forest came to mind, maybe some of you need to ground yourselves with nature to bring more abundance into your life and take owl imagery as a sign.

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Don’t play attention to insecurities and fear this week, they are your biggest enemies.

This week genuinely gives the energy of Aurora frolicking in the forest while she sings with her animal friends. Enjoy!

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randominternetartist · 11 months

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Of the Fae - The Too Long Setup

Thank you Mystical and Angel for beta-reading this!

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She takes another step towards him. “Tommy, what if you find a faerie?” she says. That is... a good point. Faeries were very dangerous. Mom told him so. She even had a mark to prove it! Tommy pauses, then steps towards his mother. A pang of loss passes through him. He really wanted to explore the woods. He looks back. Another time, he tells it, and walks back to the house.

∘₊✧ : – ⭒ 𓆩✦𓆪 ⭒ – : ✧₊∘

The soft glow of twilight flows through the window, chasing away the darkness of night and proclaiming the coming of sunrise. The birds sing, rousing from their sleep, waiting for the crack of dawn, and a boy rises with them.

A sigh leaves his lips, sealing his fate to awaken. His consciousness flickers from dreams to reality and back to the dream realm. Yet slowly, but surely it lingers longer and longer in the real world as the boy’s eyes flutter open.

Tommy stares at the ceiling, mind filled with a sleepy haze.

Today is important. That is a fact.

A question echoes through the fog in his head.

He blinks. The echo grows, set on the path of leaving behind such a title.

His gaze shifts. No longer an echo, the question takes form. Why is today important?

Yet the answer is still deep in the mist, far from his reach.

He sits up and looks out the window where blues, reds, and golds paint a royal dawn littered with soft pink clouds.

He opens the window, sliding it aside and allowing a small breeze to rush into the room. It ruffles his hair and tickles his face. A ray of sunlight creeps between the mountains, and Tommy squints as he brings his hand up, blocking it.

Little by little, he takes his hand away until nothing obstructs his vision of the light of the burning fire crawling up the horizon. Tommy watches it with wide eyes as the star consumes his vision.

It’s his tenth birthday.

It feels significant, like the clockwork of destiny was set in motion by that simple fact. Understanding floods his mind and shifts his vision until the world snaps into place. Something important has changed.

A bird calls, and Tommy snaps his gaze to look at it. A raven takes off from a nearby roof, rising towards the sky with black wings flapping beside it, and flies to the forest, disappearing into the trees.

Tommy wants to follow it into the woods, explore the paths and greenery, meet the animals who call that place home. He wants to disappear into the treeline just like the raven did, and not come back until he knows every leaf and sound like the back of his hand. He wants to go into the woods.

He pushes off the bed.

Mischievousness surges in his chest, and adrenaline spikes in his body. He needs to be silent, silent as a mouse, so mother doesn’t wake up, he doesn’t get caught, and he can make it to the forest. And yet, every footfall, every creak of the wood, every brush of fingers against the wall sounds louder than a scream as he makes his way through the house.

He grins and walks towards the door, turning the knob and stepping outside.

The cool morning air nips at his skin. Beads of dew sit on the blades of grass, shining like jewels when sunlight hits them, shimmering and sparkling as Tommy moves through the field.

“Tommy! What are you doing ?”

A voice snaps him back to reality and he turns around. His mother is standing in the open doorway, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Tommy, get out of there! The woods are dangerous, come back home,” she yells, and he looks to the treeline, just a few meters away.

“But I’m a big man, mom! I can handle the woods,” he says, indignant she doubted his abilities. He was ten now! He’d send all the monsters running with their tails between their legs.

She takes another step towards him. “Tommy, what if you find a faerie?” she says.

That is… a good point. Faeries were very dangerous. Mom told him so. She even had a mark to prove it!

Tommy pauses, then steps towards his mother. A pang of loss passes through him. He really wanted to explore the woods.

He looks back. Another time, he tells it, and walks back to the house.

His mother embraces him, burying her face in his hair and telling him how worried she was when she didn’t find him in bed, and each word replaced more of his mischievous excitement with guilt and shame. “And when I saw you so close to the woods, oh Tommy, I thought I’d die of fright!”

He wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry”

“Oh, my child, I’m so glad you’re alright.” She kisses the top of his head and pulls away. “Come inside now, today is a special day after all, and I wanted to make a surprise for you!”

The surprise is making sweetbread with her, even though sugar costs a lot of gold. They laugh over a spoiled egg, and Tommy is extra careful when handling the sugar. And once they’re finished, Tommy swears it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever had.

“Can you pick a few carrots and potatoes while I go into town?”

“Yeah! I’m a big man now! I can even handle all the animals!” Tommy says, voice full of determination.

“I should be back in an hour or two, my sweet,” she says, opening the door and stepping outside. She pauses and looks back. “And remember not to go into the forest.” She smiles and waves a farewell before closing the door.

Tommy springs into action and runs towards the back of the house. He feeds the chickens, checks for eggs, waters the garden, and picks out the plants worth collecting. He looks for the best carrots and potatoes he can find and whatever else either seems to be ready for picking or looks about to go bad. He also sneaks into the neighbours yard to steal an apple or two.

He brings in all the fruits, eggs, and vegetables and washes them on the bucket before placing them on the table.

When he’s done, his mother still isn’t back. Worry creeps into his mind. Maybe she just got caught up with something. Or maybe he’s so fast it hasn’t even been an hour! Yeah, Tommy likes that last thought.

He looks out the window. Still no sign of her.

Then his gaze drifts to the woods. He knows it’s dangerous, and that mom doesn’t want him there because he might get lost.

What if he just walked in a straight line? Then he could just turn around when he felt like it and he’d find his way home! Besides, what are the actual chances he’ll just encounter a faery in a random stroll through the woods? Little to none is what they are!

And so, with newfound courage and determination, Tommy sets off towards the forest.

∘₊✧ : – ⭒ 𓆩✦𓆪 ⭒ – : ✧₊∘

A golden thread wraps itself around the boy in loose and lazy circles.

That poor woman. Maybe she didn’t deserve such a fate, but then again, she also shouldn’t have taken what’s his, much less try to keep it away from him for so long.

But now, as he watches the newly reformed thread lead his sunshine into his domain and he smiles, knowing her debt will finally be paid and he will receive what’s rightfully his.

∘₊✧ : – ⭒ 𓆩✦𓆪 ⭒ – : ✧₊∘

Tommy walked in a straight line, he swears he did! But now he’s gotten all turned around trying to find his way home and he doesn’t know where he is.

He feels tears fall from his eyes. How did he get turned around? Maybe he walked forward longer than he realized and he turned away too soon. It’s a useless thought, meant to bring nothing but false comfort. He doesn’t even know which way he was originally walking in.

He’s lost.

He got lost in the woods and now he’ll never find his way home.

Tommy’s knees hit the floor as more tears fall from his eyes and his stomach grumbles with hunger.. Why did he even go to the woods in the first place! It was a stupid idea, mom had told him to stay away, and she told him about all the bad things that happen to kids when they run off on their own to the forest.

A branch snaps behind him.

Tommy cries harder. It’s an animal and it’s going to kill him. It’s going to tear him to shreds and feed his meat to its children.

“What are you crying for, kid?” A deep, rumbling voice interrupts his thoughts.

Tommy pauses, then slowly tilts his head to the side.

There is a large man crouching beside him. His long, braided pink hair falls over one of his shoulders. He’s wearing brown leather boots, black trousers, and a white poet’s shirt.

“I- I-” Tommy hiccups, “’m l-lo-st.” The words are impossible to understand between the loud sobs, but the man seems to understand them anyway.

“You’re lost?” The man repeats the question.

Tommy nods.

“Do you know which direction you came from?”

Tommy shakes his head.

The man huffs, then looks up. “It’s getting late," he says, and Tommy notices how dark it is. The light of the Sun has long since faded and now all that's left is the dark and saturated blues of the sunset.

Tommy cries harder.

A warm hand lands on his back. “Would you like to stay at my place for the night? We’ll search for your mother tomorrow.”

Tommy pauses and stares at him for some moments before nodding his head.

“Come on, then, runt.” The man gets up and Tommy follows him over the line of mushrooms that's been obscured by the forest floor.

#fanfiction #dream smp #tommyinnit #technoblade #faerie #child tommyinnit #he's like ten #faerie technoblade #magic #kidnapping #not about the real people #it's about to get darker #mcyt fanfiction #Of The Fae #Dark SBI

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seraphiism · 2 years

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akaashi and ' like the moon and the stars / perhaps we were destined to be together ' ?

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫

( like the moon & the stars perhaps we were destined to be together. )

chara : keiji akaashi fandom : haikyuu!! a/n : prompt post ( x )

akaashi learns that bokuto, more often than not, likes to have an existential crisis about halfway through each semester ( around midterms, he guesses, which makes more sense now that he thinks about it ). cue the 3am talks about life and the future, the end of the world, and what the game plan is if the zombie apocalypse happens. it's usually nonsense, but that doesn't stop him from humoring his best friend's thoughts.

truthfully, he thinks about such things as well. when bokuto goes into the more philosophical phase of his crisis, mentioning the woes of destiny and fate, akaashi finds that his mind wanders farther than he'd like it to. in those nights where he cannot seem to find comfort in oblivion, he falls into a disruptive slumber, as if searching for answers in his dreams.

"i have a question." he starts out one night. your head on his arm, bodies side by side on the picnic blanket you've had since childhood. it does little for you now, edges worn and tattered, but nostalgia has always gotten the best of you.

he's normally one to just ask rather than dance around formalities, but you don't think much of that right now. it's the wistful expression he holds as he looks at the night sky, and you wonder if he remembers all the constellations you've always pointed out over the years.

"okay."

"destiny--" the word comes out quieter than intended; you strain to hear him clearly. "what do you think about it?" a pause. reluctance. "does it fall in line with love?"

you stay silent for longer than he'd like. he thinks to dismiss the thought, tell you to ignore him and that he's tired and his mind is running on fumes. you are unsure of what to say.

you count the stars, infinite and growing in brilliance and numbers. how strange that beautiful beings have long passed.

"i think destiny is real, but i don't think everything is always meant to happen or already preemptively decided. some things, yeah." your fingers absentmindedly twirl the frayed blanket. "and maybe it could be destiny that keeps us connected, but it's up to us to find that love, right? like working things out even when it gets tough or when there's a separation."

you don't look at akaashi, but you can tell he's smiling.

"do you think we're destined for each other?"

"oh. you're asking me point blank."

"you don't have to answer."

"unfair. you already know what i'm going to say." you reply. the moon looks beautiful tonight, you think, at rest in a dark sky illuminated with stars. "we're destined for each other--" and you almost laugh at how ridiculously cheesy that sounds. akaashi feels warmer when you speak those words. closer, somehow. "and if we ended up at the opposite ends of the earth, we'd still find our way to each other and it wouldn't make any difference in the way we love, you know?"

"yeah." he answers, and the air is quiet again. "i know."

you turn slightly enough to face him, see your reflection in his gentle gaze. you look peaceful. you feel peaceful, your heart beating slowly and in rhythm with his.

you pinch his nose.

"you have to say it too! you can't just make me say all that embarrassing stuff and not say it back."

akaashi laughs. you love the sound of it.

"i think we're destined for each other, too."

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #keiji akaashi #akaashi x reader #oh ymg od . i lost the last half of this bc tumblr just went entirely white and i was devastated aaaa but i managed to get some of it back #anyway . i think akaashi is such a good + comforting person to talk abt these things with !!!!#.: writing #.: req

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prtector · 4 months

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what are taric's thoughts on j4 ? does / did he have much of a relationship with him ?

this one is pretty tricky considering the timeline of taric’s transition from a knight , awarded to him , even with a non - hereditary title by the sovereign in recognition of merit or service to demacia , then thrusted into the hands of a dauntless vanguard with garen crownguard . given the events of being exiled before the previous king had been murdered & jarvan IV took his place .

it would be interesting if there was a relationship before jarvan became king & namely during his time as a vanguard . although he wasn’t affiliated with the force strictly meant to protect royalty , i’m sure taric caught glimpses of the prince jarvan , but never really went out of his way of speaking directly to . like every demacian revering citizen , taric was meant to respect those higher than him .

as far as thoughts go , if you were to tell taric that jarvan had fallen in love with a mistress of dragon descent & magical abilities , he would not be surprised .

#windchaser #𓆩⟡𓆪 “ the stars were the question … i was the answer | ANSWERED.#𓆩⟡𓆪 ” each life is a rare jewel | MUN SPEAKS.#mun.#answered.

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prtector · 4 months

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can you tell us about taric's family ( biological and / or who he considers found family ) and his relationship with them ?

i’ve actually briefly explained this last year , but of course it’s been deleted to be revamped obviously . i’ll use this as an excuse to expand upon .

given the lack of explanation regarding taric’s pre - aspect life in demacia , all we know is that taric was born & raised there , doesn’t affiliate with a high noble house , & was associated with the illustrious crownguard family [ ; ] by being friends with the then child garen crownguard . became a knight then later thrusted into the rank as a dauntless vanguard .

taric is a demacian born citizen , with parents who had background in militant service , but favored kings & banners with revered respect . taric was naturally taught under this & expected to grow up & carry on the demacian tradition . i would like to think being affiliated with the crownguard family helped taric boost his morale in becoming a knight in the first place . garen was his biggest supporter in that aspect . with the appropriate research , the title of a knight was typically bestowed upon young men from noble families & houses , as it was seen as a prestigious & honorable position to serve the king .

taric wasn’t among the latter of having a noble family / name . he was born & raised by parents that equally admired the arts & did as what a demacian should . there were exceptions to being knighted , & in some cases , ‘ commoners ‘ who showed exceptional bravery or skill in combat were also knighted [ ; ] taric was involved with garen at a very young age , being taken cared of even by garen’s noble - foster mother until the age of seven . you can imagine how proud his parents were upon the news garen helped levy taric to a place of high ranking , just being recognized by his strength alone .

taric very much considers the crownguard house as his found family [ ; ] they helped his own family when their services were recognized . however , this goes down the drain the day garen cuts off their friendship & condemns him to climb a treacherous mountain . taric still keeps in contact with his original biological parents , though through the stars , whereas he can watch from his place upon the mountain .

taric is posted to protect the world & everything in it , so in a way , you can technically say he’s found family in the world & life itself . but emotionally , it still lies with the crownguards & even the targonian aspect that uses him as a vessel .

#windchaser #𓆩⟡𓆪 “ my heart is filled with starlight … i give it freely to all | HEAD-CANON / STUDY.#𓆩⟡𓆪 “ the stars were the question … i was the answer | ANSWERED.#mun.#answered.

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“Taric, my dude—can you give me hair tips???”

the aspect’s gaze is fixated on his own cup of wine , that had seemingly gone flat with the amount of time he’s stared at it . though it was really just an excuse to blend in , so he would stay seated a while longer . listening to the locals gossip over their tankards , more reliable than any scout or informant . the soft pitch of a bard strumming away from the corner of his eye . a voice pipes up as a far too full cup is to be placed so precariously to his worn brown textiles . taric picks it up & sniffs [ ; ] the bouquet was smooth , robust , & not entirely inexpensive . but he could barter a gem or two that people would be just a tad mindless enough to take a swig .

his brick - like jaw wanes in its strained clenched grip upon teeth , pearling to the visible eye as a weak laugh bubbles up from his throat . ❝ it’s good to see you too , ezreal . ❞ there’s a moment of silence as he could faintly infer the shuffling of patrons finding their seats . his eyes slowly gazed up at ezreal , who leaned against the wooden table he was momentarily occupying . ❝ hair tips ? ❞ he repeats without haste . he thumbs the rim of his cup thoughtfully before setting it down , giving ezreal a heady stare of amusement .

❝ you could call it a cosmic blowout . just take care of yourself , & your body will return it in full . ❞ taric spoke slowly , carefully , teeth finding every syllable , teasing every distinct sound of each word to it’s last tactful letter . & he wasn’t subtle as he appraised ezreal with violet cerulean eyes . ❝ but i would fail to see the point if you just keep throwing yourself in danger like that . you are a precious thing to me , as is the life you dwell among . ❞

#tealbeats #𓆩⟡𓆪 “ the stars were the question … i was the answer | ANSWERED.#𓆩⟡𓆪 “ we see beauty in the stars &. they see beauty in us | IN CHARACTER - TARIC.#taric ic.#answered.

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