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bulgara · 1 year
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Sunset Hour // Golden Sands Resort // Black Sea Coast (Bulgaria)
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photos-girls · 2 months
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Unveiling Extravagance: A Glimpse into Kuwait's 7-Star Hotels
Unveiling Extravagance: A Glimpse into Kuwait’s 7-Star Hotels Kuwait, a beacon of luxury in the Arabian Gulf, boasts an array of 7-star hotels that redefine opulence. These establishments transcend conventional hospitality, offering an unparalleled experience that combines lavish accommodation, exquisite dining, and unrivaled service. Let’s explore the epitome of indulgence with a spotlight on…
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thewasteland2 · 1 year
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Arbus (Sardinia). History of Porto Pistis. Pistis is a seaside resort in central western Sardinia, after the Gulf of Oristano and Capo Frasca (inlet of S'Enna and s'Arca). The first part is rocky, full of rocks, then a golden sand beach of about 2 km opens up, which ends at the other end, erroneously called Torre dei Corsari, with reference to the Spanish tower of Flumentorgiu which rises at the top. The two Capes are just mentioned, therefore we are essentially in the open sea, with irregular bottoms, in which bathers must pay attention. Since ancient Nuragic Punic times, the rocky part has been used both for construction material and as a port (remains of ships wrecked already in Roman times have been found in the depths of Porto Pistis, an area subject to strong mistral winds and sea storms). The toponym recalls the Byzantine domination (6th century), as demonstrated by the fact that the same is widespread in Greece as in Sardinia and in North Africa, then dominated by the Byzantines of Constantinople. #attention #reference #top #beach #sand #resort #seaside #rise #arbus #pistis #sardinia #history #rocks #golden #spanish #opensea #greece #northafrica #travel #traveling #visiting #instatravel #travelling #tourism #instatraveling #travelgram #travelingram #massimopistis #sovVERSIvi #estremisti Information for the purchase of my new book "Estremisti!": The book at a cost of 12.00 euros (120 pages), can be ordered in the bookstore (ISBN 978-88-591-5719-9 - Editore Aletti) or requested to the e-mail [email protected] with additional postage (currently 1.28 euros - fold of books). https://www.instagram.com/p/BHMbTSWBlgJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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fukashiin · 7 months
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"spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me."
— w. floyd leech.
a/n: THIS IS FOR MY PRECIOUS MOOTIE PATOOTIE @tinyletterz !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMY I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH. IM SO INDESCRIBABLY HAPPY TO BE YOUR MUTUAL, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS TINY BIRTHDAY GIFT!!! i also want to thank you for having reblogged more than half of my works already, it means so much to me. <3
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floyd has been waiting for the past 30 minutes already. how long are you going to make him wait?
the green dot accompanied next to his magicam icon keeps reappearing, and disappearing. the mug of hot chocolate on his bedside table starts to get cold in the presence of your absence, so he peacefully resorts to gazing out at the night sky, watching the clouds as they sail by like a boat on the raging currents. there's no solid explanation as to why this feels all so familiar to him.
but he remembers.
the memory crackles like a single firecracker that he used to play with you near the sea coast. the overhead stars that twinkled no less than your eyes did, the booming passion of your voice as you yell at him to chase after you while your dirtied feet tripped over the grainy sand that shimmered with an abundance of sea crystals. he misses you, and it makes his heart throb.
he wonders when you'll finally be online. fresh out of the shower, showing him your precious face that used to dress in his unearthly love of kisses that converts your frowns to everlasting smiles. he wanted to see more, more of your smiles, as if it was his own personal goldmine.
the sudden buzz of his phone brings him back to the here, now, and he sees your caller ID just an inch away. his ankle thuds dully with the side rail of his wooden bed frame, emitting nothing but a groan out of him as he stumbles to pick up the phone. you were just on the other side, a tap closer to hearing your voice. though it may seem worlds apart, he was certain that you were looking up at the same night sky that you both were under.
he picks up, and it was nothing but an awkward silence that befalls the two of you which stretches out for a few moments. yet, once he gets a good measure of your face, he smiles, teeth and all. "there ya are."
"floyd!" how could your heart be so pure? so untainted by just the mere gaze of your boyfriend, who did nothing but love your selfish self for who knows how long? not to mention, you miss the way he smelled of bracing peppermint whenever he was in your line of attention.
and the best thing happened after forever. you talked, and connected your hearts within a rhythm's beat. the more your heart pounded, the more you felt like it was just possible to shoot your arm through the screen and grab ahold of your lover by his collar and kiss him like the warm dreams you've been having ever since you two parted. spurts of electric waves travel between the two of you, and you thought he could never be more prettier. it's cruel, and it weighs heavily on your shoulders.
"...thank you." it's only a moment's notice before he takes in the sight of your sleeping face.
the lingering line of drool at the side of your mouth seems pretty silly to him. and he doesn't take the initiative to hang up. he'll just lay there, watching you through the phone as if you're with him in actuality. and he wishes nothing but for the longevity of your life, and this relationship that speckled of golden flakes within each and every area. he whispers one last thing just before you get dragged into the realms of the darkness.
"I love you, so darn much."
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majestyjun · 10 months
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honeymoon lover fever + kang taehyun
late afternoon honeymoon visit to the nearby beach with newly wed husband!taehyun, a loose tank top thrown on and shorts, large sunglasses over his eyes as he walks beside you hand in hand, absent mindedly fidgeting with the golden ring on your finger. a brief smirking glance over laced with love, warm tropical heat and conversations about dinner reservations… he’s keeping up… but wonder if that’s what he really wants for tonight.
salty sea breeze, the beach loaded with couples from the nearby resort, a sun setting over the water, blazing red orange streaks painted through the sky in blended streaks, taehyun’s toned arms glistening with the slightest touch of sweat, his arm casually slung over your shoulder, tugging up your hand along with it. a finger pressed to his lip briefly, as he leads you down a shady path through the beach grove, away from the crowds and into the cooler foliage, sand under his sandals and refusing to answer your questions, the casual be patient, sugar. sliding his sunglasses to rest on his head, a short walk until the tropical trees give way to a quiet cove of a beach, privately surrounded by volcanic black rocks and pristine turquoise waters.
and husband!taehyun who pats his lap, sitting down as the gentle waves brush over his sandals, long legs outstretched as his arm wraps across your waist, leaning back to enjoy the warmth of the fading sunlight, prime sunset hours. a smile on his lips as he watches you, entranced more by you than the tropical sunset,,, and lips finding your neck. soft kisses, no words, without resistance, arm tightening around your waist as you whimper, tilting your head to grant him further access, kisses deepening into subtle love bites as blossoms of red purple bruise your skin delicately. in the privacy of a quieter beach, sounds of waves, glowy sunset on your skin as taehyun tilts your face towards his, pretty love marks splotching across your neck in a possessive display, sweet kisses heightening into primal ones, his tongue prodding your lips as he bites softly into your lower lip.
breaking apart in heaving pants, taehyun’s gaze laced with lust, feeling his stiffening cock under your shorts, grip on your body tightening… and his quiet let me love you… it’s not a question, is it, love~? husband!taehyun who tugs up your shirt, hands feeling the soft plush of your tummy, tapping your chin when you shyly avoid eye contact,,, look at me, love. swollen lips and pretty eyes, warm skin on skin as he deftly removes the barriers of clothes, tossed aside on the cooling sand, the intake of breath as he gazes down at your bare body with carnal lust and desire, love glowing in his eyes as his hands smooth over your curves, don’t be shy,,, you’re his wife now, after all.
and under the fading sunlight, husband!taehyun who grips your thighs, tugging your legs around his slender waist as his and clench with every thrust, lavishing your body with his gaze, watching as your pretty tits bounce and your body clenches with pleasure, his hard cock hitting your sweet spot and cervix, deep strokes and his body leaning in to press against yours, raw lust and love exchanged over messy, saliva covered kisses. bruises on your hips from his grip, mesmerized with your every reaction and response to his love, panting out his affirmations of his love as your pussy clenches down tighter on his cock, sweet encouragements as he brings you to your high, his drawn out groan of pleasuring relief as you cum around his cock, loving the sounds of your desperate gasps and cries for his release as he climaxes, hot cum warming your body from inside as husband!taehyun cages you under his arms and body, hand clenched with yours as he fucks you through your highs, making romantic love and panted i love you’s until the sun sets on the private alcove, the cover of night disguising your limps until taehyun scoops you up into his arms with ease, brief kisses and his cum warming in your pussy as he carries you back to the resort,,, dinner in the hotel room? he doesn’t want to wait through a seven course meal to love you more, his new wife <3
husband!taehyun after countless love making sessions through the night who cradles your worn out but loved body in his arms on the balcony, night breeze and salty air, finger feeding you fresh fruits with one hand as the other rests between your legs, pushing his cum in every now and then, a slight smirk playing the smile on his face whenever you whimper softly at the throbbing soreness of your swollen cunt,,, shhh, sugar, he can’t have any go to waste, can he? open up, this one’s sweeter… and his lips pressing against yours, licking lightly to taste the sweet fruit juice on your lips before feeding you another.
aghhh tumblr please don’t delete paragraphs ;-; tried writing it in one go w/o saving hope it worked :<
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scenicphoenix · 9 months
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Totk roleswap because of course I am doing that
(might add on to this when I completely finish the game. I have only mentioned stuff i am absolutely certain about currently)
Link and Zelda finding Ganondorf is different, instead of Rarus hand imprisoning him, its fragments of Sonia and her Time magic. Raru was killed instead of Sonia, his Stone stolen by Ganondorf. Sonia using her stone and time magic to seal herself and Ganondorf in a bubble of frozen time.
Link gets sent to the past instead of Zelda, he was the one to end up falling instead. The Sonias Zonai stone ending up on his person during the chaos of the fall. Zelda while trying to catch Link and ends up grabbing the master sword instead, this is the moment Link teleports to the past and Zelda to the Sky islands
Links arm was still infected with gloom and needed to be amputated when he arrived in the past. The Zonai stone he arrived with helped keep the gloom at bay. Raru takes him under his wing due to his remarkable abilities in serving the light, and to help with the gloom infecting him. Sonia is impressed by his abilities in time magic as well, his flurry rush has a unique use of time magic.
Link doesn't immediately connect the dots of Ganondorf being the corpse that attacked him and Zelda. He does know he absolutely doesn't trust him. Ganondorf doesn't like Link either, mutual hatred for the other.
Before officially meeting Ganondorf, where he tries to brute force his way into taking over Hyrule, the battle goes differently. Instead of a beam of pure magic that nukes the Moldugas, due to not having Zelda around, with Links Zonai stone combined with a boost from Raru and Sonai. Link is able to destroy the Moldugas one by one at a fast pace, a super powered version of his flurry rush. This battle was much more close and Link was a last resort that Sonia suggested last second as a desperate measure. Her hope of powering up his flurry rush worked, she just wished she didn't have to put him in such harms way, however.
Raru is dead, the sages have fallen, Ganondorf is sealed away thanks to Sonia but that's only temporary. Link is at the temple of time, a tale as old as time, he's hoping for an answer, he gets one. Through the sands of time he and Zelda unknowingly briefly connect, Zelda sending not only the master sword but a large portion of her powers of light to him. He briefly remembers that the master sword can heal any damage done to it over time if the holy power is strong enough. He remembers what he was told about Zonai stones and the sacred dragons.
Link turns into a sacred dragon so he can heal the master sword and arrive in the future. Although he isn't a dragon of light like Zelda would have been. He's the dragon of time. A large green dragon that can be seen entering and exiting portals from different eras of time ever since his ascension into the dragon of time. Is the one you're approaching the correct version of him? Will it be the one where the sword is healed or still healing? His golden mane seems to be made of sand. His tears leave behind Sundilions instead of silent princesses. He has one less legs than the other dragons. Zelda feels safer around this dragon and he wonders why. She figures out why when he finds all the dragons tears.
Zelda wakes up at the sky islands, and is led by Sonia. Much like how Link was led by Raru. With Zelda being the mortal goddess and not infected by gloom, he is not restricted by the door of the temple of time like link would have been. Giving the sword and a portion of her powers to link through a hole in time. Now being weaker due to him sacrificing most of his powers to heal the master sword, Sonia guides her to shrines on the islands to help rebuild her strength.
Due to Zelda being distantly related to Sonia and his status as mortal goddess even if she has been weakened, she is able to open the shrines and use anything with the Zonai symbols on them. His reason for going to shrines is to strengthen her powers over light again after giving most of it to Link through time for the purpose of healing the master sword.
I don't think Zelda would fight with a sword or similar weapons. I think he would like bows and magic based weapons and attacks. Distance is her friend, although I doubt you want to be hit full force at close range by his powers even when she's weakened. He's a force to be reckoned with. He's the descendant of a goddess for Pete's sake.
Zelda would love exploring the skies and the depths.
The dragons of times portal ls only work for him. Although you can look through them and see the different eras he's traveling from or to. There are three noticeably different dragons of time, all based on how much the master sword has healed. The first one where he's basically just turned into a dragon and the sword is still heavily damaged. The second one where he's right in the middle of the past and present, the master sword is noticeably still damaged but on its way to being healed. And the third one where it's the most recent version of himself, the master sword is completely healed. But all three can travel through time, and you won't know which version of him it is until you check the master sword. If you try and pull one of the still damaged swords you will be flung into the nearby skies. A good way to get to higher sky islands.
I wouldn't be surprised if Zelda disquises herself, feeling like he can't completely be there for her kingdom without Link. Plus i think Ganon and the Yiga would be more aggressive at hunting him down. Zelda's also never got to try out fully being a him before being a princess and all. Sheik time. I like gender fluid Zelda. Why not both gender? Also Sheik gets to be included, everybody loves Sheik
Some things I haven't added because I would need time to figure it out and write it down. Like Links growing relationships with Raru and Sonai, Mineru, how the final battle goes before and when Sonai seals Ganon, ect. The more dialog heavy story bits mostly.
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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 9 months
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Sunset Ombre (Vil x GN!Reader)
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Your ears were filled with the sounds of crashing waves. The golden grains of sand crunched against your feet as you walked along the shore, eyes cast out to the sea beyond. The sun had begun to set upon the horizon, casting the sky in beautiful, soft, colorful hues. You sighed as another cool breeze swept through, tossing your hair in wisps a second time. It was surely time to go back to your room, but you didn’t want to leave! The scenery was just too breathtaking to leave behind. 
You heard a sigh so soft from behind you that you almost mistook it for the wind. The soft crunch of steps upon the sand told you otherwise. Before you could even turn around fully, the glimpse of purple-tinted shades let you know who had come to find you. 
“There you are.” Vil took a few steps more towards you before he stopped, hand rested upon his hips. “You do realize everyone else has gone back to the hotel, yes? Do you wish to catch cold out here?” 
“I’m sorry.” There really was no reason to apologize, you were free to do as you pleased - but you did realize you could have let someone know you’d be out here a while longer. “I guess I just lost track of time. It’s been so long since I last came to a beach; even then, it’s nothing compared to this.” You turned your gaze back out towards the waves, a smile stretched across your face at the sight. “It’s so beautiful here.” 
Vil followed your gaze, then gave a nod in affirmation. “Yes, it is quite the view.” He turned his head slightly to glance over at you. “But you can admire it more from your hotel room window. If you like, I wouldn’t even mind if you chose to visit my condo for an even better vantage point. Just come inside before certain people start to throw a tantrum - and before your skin dries out.” 
Ever the maternal one, Vil Schoenheit, whether or not he admitted it. There was no way he’d leave you alone until you did what he wanted. You weren’t exactly annoyed…just taken aback by his care, sometimes. You chuckled as you gave a little nod, “Alright, alright, I’m coming!” 
“You better,” Vil sighed. “My patience for Grim can only stretch so far.” 
“Oh, trust me, you’re not the only one.” 
Before you could turn to head back to the resort, your eyes caught something interesting - eye-catching. The sky had taken on a soft purple hue; golden rays of setting sunshine highlighted the expanse quite spectacularly. In your line of sight was also Vil’s hair, still tied in an elegant braided bun (at least what you could see from under his wide-brimmed sun hat). The blond of his hair, the purple ombre that faded in at the ends…you couldn’t help but release another chuckle. 
“I guess you made the sky jealous.”
Vil raised an eyebrow as he glanced your way again. “Hm? What do you mean?” 
“The colors of the sky match your hair,” you replied. “It’s beautiful.” You watched Vil’s eyes widened at your comparison; the sudden pink tint to his cheeks must’ve been a reflection of the setting light. Your brain began to scramble itself in worry and regret. Was that the wrong thing to say? Did you…oh shit, it sounded like you were flirting, didn’t it? “S-Sorry, that sounded weird, I didn’t mean to-”
The small laugh Vil let out caused your words to stop on your tongue - your heart to flutter. His eyes were closed in glee, mouth opened in a perfect smile. His pointer finger and thumb came up to hold the right temple of his sunglasses, then lifted them up to reveal his twinkling violet eyes. He looked genuinely happy. 
“No, no, do go on!” The Pomefiore housewarden gave you a little wink. “I would love to hear what else is on that silly little mind of yours~” 
Your heart pounded in your chest, your blood pumped in your ears, your face felt hotter than it did before. Vil simply chuckled at your embarrassment, setting his shades back in place before he began to walk forward, back towards civilization. He glanced over his shoulder at you; his finger curled in a ‘come here’ motion, enticing you to follow. Like a lovesick fool, you did so without a word. 
As if to sink further into whatever hole you got yourself into, when yet another breeze blew through, you tucked a stray lock of Vil’s hair behind his ear. 
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llondonfog · 7 months
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Might I perhaps offer the idea of General Lilia learning the intimacies of food through a baby Silver? No longer is food a survival borne necessity-- No longer is it scavenged scraps, nor bottom barrel camp gruel. No longer is it meat stolen and seared by the ashes of a pillaged village, nor an unassuming toad, nor something cold, nor scheduled, and dull.
It cannot be.
The human wails and it is the screech of metal on metal. It does not often cry. Your error is extreme and grievous.
This vexes you.
The baby, of course.
Quickly now-- shut it up.
It is not old enough to consume solid foods. It has yet to bear fangs, or menace, and the flesh of its tongue is flaccid. This disgusts you. The human is not strong, nor smart, unable to not only defend itself with the simplicity of a bite, but unable to accomplish the base need of sustenance. You bear your own fangs, perhaps as a threat, perhaps of a (pleading) example.
You mash the food. What food? Well, you did resort to the toads before. If it wanted to live, surely it could eat the toad. No, you were told, (slapped, really, by warrior, daughter of Baul). Toads were unacceptable in either their nutrient fullness or mashed.
You worked hard to mash that.
Fine.
More for you.
It’s still crying.
Shit.
Fruits. Often a rare delicacy on the field. Wildberries were more-so cover than meal; more-so dare than comfort. Take it you damned human, and be grateful. You examine the pale yellows shoved towards your counter corner. An export, a gift from the golden bounties of the Scalding Sands, a gift from your Queen. Tsk. The expense far outweighs the cry of this human.
IT WAILS.
But perhaps it can buy you silence.
Your hand rises, meeting the hilt of your cleaver.
Your eye twitches…
No…
No, this will not do.
(Your weapon is clean, you fool! Meticulously sheen and prepped for immediate confrontation! To slice a simple fruit? Please.)
((The blood haunts your weapon. Pestilence haunts your weapon. The cries haunt your weapon– baby.))
(You cannot use your cleaver, it is far above such use for a human.)
You glare at it, and are proud to note its fear. One look, and you have calmed its torrent of tears, though, even now the salt escapes its eyes. But of course, it is nature for the weak to weep in the face of danger. Its eyes are wide and curious. It sniffles, and auroral skies bore into your reddened grounds. Eyes and souls and whatnot.
Look away.
You prefer it crying.
But, ah, there it is again. Soft hiccups, like the light rains of morning dew.
Fine, human. You win for now.
You peel the banana and it coos, birds joining along in song. Mash now… Mash more. More.
…More?
You squint at it. Human.
It blinks.
Yes, yes you. Can you eat… drink… eat this?
Its wide eyes are a nod.
A snarl. Annoying.
It is still lumpy. I shall mash it more, lest you choke and die.
Mash.
Mash.
Mash.
Giggle.
Giggle.
Silence, human! Were you not taught the value of patience?
Clapping.
A scoff. Of course not. You humans have no concept of nobility, let alone virtue.
You work at the meal in silence. The sun filters gently through your window. It catches on the boy’s hair, and the strands seem to dance with rainbows. Your arms do not tire from the repetitive motion– please. You’re a trained solider. A dinner cannot cripple you.
The boy smiles at you.
SLAM.
Fine human. Fine. Take your food. Choke.
And even if Lilia’s food is dog shit lol, and he half-way seems to be trolling you, I think there’s a genuine fondness when he prepares a meal. Learning/ *cough* experimenting with recipes seems to be a freedom for him. The freedom of leisure, of finding peace in a meal– fun! even! It’s fun to have the luxury of playing– emphasis on playing!-- with food! Because you can afford it! Because there is a surplus! And it's even more fun to share with your family! (Rip, lol.) And when that joy and (cackled) playfulness is reciprocated with a bite? When your peace has value, and your silliness appreciated? (Even if it’s gross? Lol? DESPITE it being gross?) Gosh, I– I think that genuinely touches him. Even if he’s amused by your (foolishness) bravery, there is a love there. And to have all of this born from raising Silver (obviously)? HA. HAHA. LOSER. HE LOVES HIS SON. WEIRD. LOVES HIM SO MUCH, ENOUGH TO THE POINT OF CHANGE AND EVOLUTION. POINT AND LAUGH.
(Yo, the thought of him feeding his young child? Bro. BRO.)
Anywho, thought you would enjoy this lil brain worm lol. (Idk if you remember, but I actually sent you an anon before! I wrote to you about Sebek and his lil Plover family :) its totally okay if you dont lmao, but just in case, hi!) I hope you’re having a fantastic day :) thanks for all that you write!! <3333
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plover anon, you came into my house and ripped out my sobbing heart piece by aching piece— this was wonderful.
it is one of my FAVORITE things in the entire fandom when an author digs inside lilia's general vanrouge persona, particularly now that we do know the bitter, stark contrast of how he behaved prior to finding silver and malleus' birth. how would he have reacted to being the sole guardian of a helpless child, especially one of his enemies, and possibly the child of the very human royalty who were responsible for the decimation of his country, his home? there's no love here, no grief for what's been lost, no bond of loyalty as he shares with malleus. this is a wailing and useless pink, squirming thing— he could not love it less.
and to capture that begrudging, spiteful attempt to simply ensure the child's survival (not care yet! not nurture!) through the act of FOOD no less! the journey of food being so intertwined with the journey of love for his human son is KILLING ME AND I'M IN LOVE!! i am eating up (no pun intended lol) lilia's inner monologue and it is SO SATISFYING!! the way you kept switching between the act of giving sustenance with the same blade that took the lives of this baby's kin, the way that lilia keeps struggling to view the child as anything more than the species responsible for their misery, the fucking hilarious way he keeps getting riled up for thinking he's being bested by silver's refusal of his absolute awful dinner offerings!!!
(and you did it all in second person pov my fucking BELOVED POV!!)
the transition of food from necessity, fuel, a means to an end, to a luxury explored with others, the delight in seeing a loved one's face react to your uncertain attempts— the fact that lilia knows his food is shit, and watches that baby-now-young-man take a bite no matter how many instances he's been stricken by it and smile weakly at him through his grimace and say, perhaps a bit less vinegar, father (father! FATHER!!), the fact that this boy will never refuse him, will love him and his godawful dishes until the end of time!! what kind of love is that but unconditional!!! what has general lilia vanrouge ever done in his long, lonely life to deserve that smile!!!
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bulgara · 8 months
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Golden Sands Resort // Black Sea Coast // Bulgaria
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hiwofumi · 2 years
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𝚊 𝚞 𝚐 𝚞 𝚜 𝚝
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Summer love with the Sano boys. Izana’s ver.
For context, the Sanos own a beach house. It’s the same setting for each boy, but on different occasions.
18+ ⭒ MDNI ⭒ 1.7k words
starring ⭒ Manila Arc Izana ⭒ AFAB Reader
tags ⭒ Fluff and smut ⭒ Reader is a bikini wearer ⭒ Whipped Izana ⭒ Public sex ⭒ Finger sucking (Izana does it) ⭒ Ice play ⭒ Face-sitting ⭒ Cowgirl ⭒ His hair is tied
note ⭒ Final entry for @fueledbysano’s Sano Collab! ⭒ Big thank you to the kind @muchoccino for beta reading! Giving you the biggest squeeze ♡
network ⭒ @tokyometronetwork wasn’t mine to lose
versions ⭒ Shinichiro’s ver.⠀Mikey’s ver.
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𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗
𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗’ 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝
You lace your fingers over your stomach, fidgeting demurely. “Is this really necessary?”
Your feet are flat on the sand as you stand in front of a lounging Izana, his body laying sideways on a picnic blanket, his head propped up on one elbow. He eyes you with an eagerness subdued by a lax expression. “Yes. You’ve been keeping it from me too long. I think I deserve a show.”
As if to agree, the wind blows the lower end of your short beach kimono up, granting him a brief look at the garment underneath. You catch his eyes glimmer in excitement, a pair of amethysts under the morning sun.
Before you found yourselves a spot along the shore, you were alone in his room, admiring yourself in a fine bikini you chose with him at the mall. When you first picked it up, you held it against your figure, and he scanned you from head to toe, then he smirked, shooting you a thumbs up. He surprised you at the counter when he purchased it himself. He also surprised you when he insisted in the following days that you present yourself in it before you went to the beach.
“No,” you said for the nth time with a lilt of amusement. After you’ve starved him for days, he was prepared to feast when you walked out of his room this morning.
But to his utter disappointment, what he saw upon whipping his head was another layer of concealment—one he wouldn’t deny looked ravishing on you, but was so . . . hindering.
He decided, then, that it would be the last time the sparkle of anticipation in his eyes faltered.
He waits in front of you now, his hair in a high ponytail which exhibits his clean undercut. His fringe is left at the front, veiling his forehead. His earrings dangle from both ears. He wears only a pair of tropical-patterned swimming trunks, his chest tan without having to bask in the sun.
He flaps his hand impatiently, beckoning you to continue. “Go on,”
At this point, you’re inclined to admire his dedication to this. You think to yourself, Maybe I have been teasing him for too long.
So you put it to an end. You take a deep breath, and with your eyes holding him, you tug on the string securing your robe. When you shed it off, your skin sparkles under the sun, and you reveal to him your golden body kissed by a pretty two-piece.
Here is your moment of truth: his eyes double in size, and his mouth hangs open. You can’t hear it, but you can tell from his lip movement that he mouths, “Holy shit,”
He shifts to a cross-legged sitting position. He seems to have forgotten how to close his mouth, shaping it into a smile you’re grateful to see. It thrusts a boldness into you: you cross one leg over the other, jut your hip out slightly, then put your hand on your hip. The wind, seemingly in favor of you this time, blows your hair back, painting the full image of a beach goddess.
You laugh sheepishly, aware of the risk that you look ridiculous. But you genuinely enjoy yourself, and the prolonging might not have been for naught, after all. “Here’s your show. What do you think?”
His dominance, his cool, and his words—they all seem to have evaporated in the heat.
He bats his eyes, seemingly his last resort to revert to reason. “You’re perfect.”
You grin wider, then you prance forward and tackle him, knocking the air out of his lungs as you fall skin-to-skin.
You’ve mellowed since then. You lie next to each other, you on your stomach, him on folded arms under his head. The sky is a strong, clear blue, a strange but welcome drape over his purple eyes. Your head is dipped into a book, hence your lack of attention for the last three ice cubes he’s tossed into his mouth. They came from a cooler of beers he carried along when you left the house to lie in the sand.
His head lolls to your side. He watches your side profile, starting from the curl of your lashes, ending in the balls of your feet. He knows this sight well. You read like this often; when you laze at the park in the afternoon or wait for him to wake up in the morning. He would be well-rested after a long night of lovemaking, finding you naked and partially covered in sheets, a book on your pillow.
He might have grown attached to this image of you. His stomach warms the longer he admires.
He likes the point where your back arches, starting at your ribs and moving upward. He thinks about what you would look like on top of him, here and now, rolling your hips with the call of his name. He gulps the last of his melted ice down before the thought parches him. When your eyes flick to him, he considers taking another cube from the cooler.
“Yes?” you smile faintly, having felt the intensity of his stare. You reach for his face and stroke the corner of his lip with your thumb. The pattern of his breath changes, you note from how it fans your skin, but his face remains unswayed.
With a slight turn of his head, he takes your thumb into his mouth. You jump at the sudden prickle of wet and cool. “Why’s your mouth so cold?”
“I’ve been eating ice cubes,” he confesses, his tongue hitting the pad of your thumb as he speaks.
“Why have you been eating ice cubes?” you tip your head in question.
“Because,” his eyes trail to the picnic blanket, “you’re hot.”
He meets your eyes again to await a reaction. You blink, then you turn your head away from him and snort. “Please,” you say amusedly.
You close your book with your vacant hand and push it aside, drawing all your attention to him. His tongue continues to swirl around your thumb, indulging in your taste. “How’s it feel?”
“Cold,” you tell him. “I like it.”
He pulls back, leaving your thumb coated in spit. “Would you like it if you felt it elsewhere?”
His hand glides over the back of your thigh, tucking in-between. He rubs your sensitivity delicately. Heat sparks in your nerves.
“Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” you manage to utter in response.
“This whole time.” he affirms. “You’ve just been so . . . fuck,”
You carefully move up from your spot. “Ran out of words?” his eyes follow as your knees straddle his head, your groin above his face. “That’s okay. You won’t be needing any.”
He hastens to tug your bikini down, clasping your hips to pull you toward him. When his cool tongue meets your slick cunt, you cry.
You rock against his mouth, the cold accompanied by his warm breath, making for a wakeful sensation that drives you to curl your fist in his hair. His tongue flicks your throbbing clit, flattens over your fluttering lips, and you mewl as you roll harsher, tingles shooting down your legs and up your stomach. “Izana,” you gasp when his hands move to your ass and squeeze.
He relishes the sweetness, the dripping honey he takes into his tongue. His gaze falls to your arched neck, to your gaping mouth where noises tumble relentlessly. You bow your head to see him, admiring how your fingers pull his fringe backward and unmask his forehead, where thin sweat sheens. It glistens like his mesmeric eyes, like his pillow-soft lips as they press zealously against your cunt.
His lips pucker over your slit, then they trail up to your clit, sucking in hard patterns. Your knees draw toward each other until they press his temples, your thighs clenching as the heat intensifies. Your vacant hand joins the one in his hair, tugging off the tie that holds it together; the more you rock above him and rake your fingers through, the more his wavy strands spread across the blanket. Your nails mark his scalp in fervor, messing his hair even more.
Your eagerness swells, and you bounce as you roll over his tongue. You stain the edges of his mouth with the fluid you leak for him, his nose meeting your pubic mound. He says in his muffled voice, “’M hard,” and although your mind spins in circles, you comprehend it.
You slow down, and your hand loosens from his hair. “Let me,” you tell him, your chest heaving.
He lets go of your ass, then you crawl backward, aligning yourself to his groin. You eye the tent centering his trunks, and without hesitance, you pull the garter down. His erection has a tiny drop at the tip, and you run your thumb over it, spreading it down his cock. “Fuck,” he curses, moaning with the movement of your hand before you position your entrance above his tip. You lower yourself carefully, shivering with him as you do.
You pause to take in his size, eyeing each other with panting mouths. “You’re so hot,” he exhales. “I could come just by looking at you.”
A smirk suits your face, and your palms flatten on his stomach. “Fill me,” you say as you grind on him. You moan the further he stretches your cunt, exhaling with length when he presses your sweet spot. “Oh,” you breathe sharply. “Fuck. That’s it.”
He grunts, clutching your hips again, adding force to every rock of your hips down his cock. While your skin makes harsh contact, your fluid stains his balls and inner thighs. He hears the sound of slapping even amidst the waves; it has him losing touch with his sanity, adding weight to his falling eyelids.
“Izana,” you cry above him, “you fuck me so good.”
Your bodies strain to the point of shivering, and your rapid pace spills vowels out of his mouth. Your cunt clenches around his throbbing cock, and you lose your fiery rhythm amidst the rush to orgasm. His stomach is hot, his chest fluttering.
“Come inside me,” you whine. With a loud groan, he releases, filling you on the inside.
You slow down on top of him before stopping altogether. You rest your weight on him, and he embraces you as you pant heavily. You feel his chest expand and contract against yours.
His palm glides over your back, soothing you with each stroke. “You’re the loveliest.”
You smile over the crook of his neck, nuzzling his skin affectionately. “Thank you. Let’s have some beer.”
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djeterg19 · 3 months
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So I know Day needs to grow up and deal with his shit with Night like an adult but...where the hell has their mom been in all this? Because they all live in the same house. She must know there's deep issues between them. She was pushing hard for Night to be Day's guardian. Why would she ever think that would be a good idea with how much Day holds a grudge against/resents Night? Is this another case of her burying her head in the sand and ignoring the issue? Does she not care that one of her sons hates the other? Or is she just gone so much that she has no idea what their relationship is like? And why does she travel so much? She's a chef, a profession not known for needing a lot of travel, and a rich one at that. Even if she was doing things like frozen meals or cookbooks, she could be home way more than she is. Remote work, especially when you are as well off as they are, is not hard to arrange.
Not only that but there are signs that she parentified Night and made Day a golden child. Day clearly was a high achiever considering how well he did at badminton and Night has been expected to take over as Day's guardian even though I don't think that's what either of them want. Like what does Night want to do with his life? Is he allowed to have an interest outside of taking care of Day? Or does the family just expect him to give up everything because his brother got into a car accident picking him up?
And Day doesn't seem to have been held accountable or faced any consequences. He's gone through who knows how many caretakers before they hired Mork. Night mentioned they didn't last more than a couple of days at most and I can only assume they were working with professionals before they started resorting to the interview process where they first met Mork. His behavior must have been pretty bad or he just kept firing them without any consequence. And really he should not have had the power to just fire someone on a whim or if they said or did anything especially after it happened a couple of times. Because if he didn't have money or a family that enabled that behavior he would have been on his own much sooner. This goes back to my frustration that Day was not put into therapy after getting the diagnosis. And nothing was done to get Day to adjust to the new situation. The house wasn't changed and he wasn't given tools to navigate his own home either. I've ranted about this before so I will leave it for now.
And, yes, being a single mother is hard but she apparently had the option of allowing the dad into their life and didn't want him around. Don't get me wrong she had every right to leave and move away because of the cheating and not want to be around him but she should have found a way to co-parent with him or at least maintain some kind of relationship with him for the boys. Even if it was just phone calls or having the kids spend a holiday here and there with him. There's no indication that he didn't want to be a father to their children. Maybe it's because I come from divorced parents but when you decide to have children you should know that it will come with doing some things you don't like or wouldn't choose for yourself for their best interest.
Anyways, I don't think Night and Day's issues started with the accident. They go much deeper than that and I can't help but think it's due to how they were raised and in a way neglected emotionally that caused them to see each others as rivals for her attention instead of brothers that both equally deserve her love and attention. Because Day thinking Night is trying to steal their mom's affection is not normal at all. It's deeply unhealthy and has to have roots that have grown over years and not just since the accident.
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Another batch of Pokémon for the Alpova region. Like previously, more info below!
TETROUGH (Flying/Normal) Tetrough has short wings that make it inept at flying long distances. However, it’s longer legs give it an impressive running speed.
GROUSSALT (Flying/Fighting) Although bad at flying, Groussalt possesses claws that make it adept at climbing. Hikers are warned to steer clear of these territorial Pokémon.
COLCHEEP (Dragon) Colcheep try to blend into flocks of Wooloo, in the hopes that they receive the protection from Dubwool.
GUARDIGON (Dragon) It is very protective of its gold-like fur. If provoked, it cries out with a terrible roar than can be heard from miles away.
HACHIRP (Normal) For years it was not known how Hachirp came to be, as their eggs hatched in the nest of different Pokémon.
CARINGALE (Normal) Caringale swap their eggs with other eggs they perceive to not be taken care of. It raises that Pokémon as if it were its parent.
CACTINNY (Grass) It hides in the sand between cacti, hoping not to get spotted by Pokémon flying overhead. It can fire the needles growing on its body as a last resort.
The Tetrough line is based on the Ruffed Grouse and the Hoatzin, and function as one of the early game flying types similar to Spearow. Colcheep is a bit of outlier, not really based on anything within Appalachia, but actually being based on the golden fleece and the Colchean dragon. The Hachirp line is supposed to a helper pokémon similar to Chansey/Audino, but for daycares instead of Pokécenters. It was vaguely based on oviraptors and nest parasitism at first, but after a lot of doodling it kind of morphed to being more mammalian. Cactinny was born from a bunny doodle I drew on my school notes, that’s kind of all there is to it. But it’s cute, and I like it.
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rainydaydream-gal18 · 2 years
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(The Bad Batch) Beach Vacation Intro
The Bad Batch lands on the tropical resort planet of Spira.  A contact of theirs is helping you all out by letting you lay low in a private beach house on one of the islands.  You and a certain Bad Batcher have been secretly dating for a little while, and you hope to make the most of the romantic setting.
Choose your own ending!
Word Count: 2,123
Warnings: None
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   You gazed out at the golden sandy beach that stretched on for miles beneath the Marauder as Tech maneuvered it to land among the green palms that lay farther inland.  On the other side of the sandy shore, there was an endless expanse of blue shimmering like topaz in the sun.
   “So,” you spoke up, stealing a glance at the Sergeant who was in the next seat over taking in the scenery just as you were.  “Are you sure we can trust this contact of yours?”
   Hunter folded his arms.  “He’s all we’ve got right now.”
   “That sounds promising.”
   “He hasn’t given us a reason not to trust him.”
   You shrugged, grasping at your safety restraints as Tech’s landing became a little too rough for your liking.  “This just seems too good to be true.  It looks like a vacation spot.”
   “It technically is,” Tech replied, flipping a series of switches to shut down the Marauder.  “Spira is a well-known trip destination.  Some of the islands are far more populated and filled with luxury hotels.  The island we’ve landed on is sparsely populated due to this side being privately-owned.”
   “I read that there’s a town with a market!” Omega spoke up from her seat.
   Tech adjusted his goggles.  “That would be on the other side.  It’s a bit of a hike, but according to reviews on the holonet, it’s worth visiting.”
   “We’re supposed to be laying low,” Echo reminded, walking up to the cockpit.  He rested his scomp arm on the head of your chair.  “This place is practically run by the Empire now.  I don’t like it.”
   “Now there’s something new,” Crosshair muttered.
   “We get our own bungalow and our own beach!” Wrecker pointed out with a grin.  “I say we at least try to have some fun!”
   You removed the safety belts and stretched your arms up over your head.  Hunter stood from his chair and turned to brief the squad.
   “Remaining undetected during our stay here is top priority,” he said.  He caught Omega’s hopeful gaze.  “But I don’t see why we can’t have a little downtime too.”
   “Yes!” she whispered under her breath.
   “We’ll set up some ground rules at the bungalow.  Alright, squad.  Let’s move out.”
   You moseyed to the back of the ship to grab your pack, taking a quick peek inside to make sure you didn’t forget anything important.  Extra clothes, a few basic toiletries, and a holopad.  It was all there.
   You filed down the ramp and smiled instantly at the lovely rush of salty air that filled your lungs.  A warm breeze ruffled your clothes and kicked up particles of sand against your skin.  To your right, palm trees and other greenery were swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing on the shore.  Omega was already kneeling in the sand, letting a handful of it slip through her fingers curiously.
   “It’s so beautiful!” she exclaimed, jumping to her feet.  Her eyes wandered the scenery.  “Where’s the bungalow?”
     “It’s just up ahead,” Tech replied.  His face was practically buried in a holopad.  “Farther down the beach.”
   Wrecker lifted Omega onto his shoulders with a cheery laugh.  “Let’s go, kid!”
   You fell in step between Tech and Echo while Wrecker and Omega went ahead of the group.  Their excited chatter filled the beach, and the rest of the squad couldn’t help but be amused at the youngest member’s enthusiasm.  Even Echo cracked a smile out of the corner of your eye.
   The beach house came into view.  The exterior looked as if it were constructed from materials gathered near the beach itself.  The walls were made of faded wood boards with darker frames to outline the windows, and the whole place was complete with a thatch roof.  It was much larger than you had expected with an additional two shacks, identical in appearance but smaller in size, that connected to the main structure by a porch that wrapped around.
   “Are you sure this is the right place?” you asked, mouth falling open.
   Tech nodded.  “This would be it.”
   “It’s amazing!”  Omega exclaimed, and Wrecker set her back down on the sand so she could run over and investigate.  The first thing you did was climb the stairs to get a peek at the view from the porch.  It was midday, so the sun reflected brightly off the sand and the water, and it was absolutely gorgeous.
   Hunter knelt down and picked up one of the conch shells that lined the front walkway.  “Just where he said they’d be,” he said, lifting a pair of key cards.  “_______, take the other one?”  You held out your hands to catch it.
   “Don’t mind if I do.”
   You went to the front door with Omega at your heels.  She was nearly bursting with excitement as she waited for you to unlock it.  The key card registered, and the door slid open with a rickety woosh.  As charming as the outside of the bungalow was, the inside took your breath away.  The main room was bright and airy.  You had the ample number of windows to thank for letting the lovely sunlight in.  The kitchen was immediately to your left with aged wooden cabinets and gray stone counter tops.  On the right, there was a spacious living room with wicker furniture to add to its beachy charm.  The couch had turquoise cushions and sat opposite two matching chairs, separated by a low caf table.
   Omega started exploring right away, tossing her bag aside at the front door and hurrying into the living room first.  You shook your head in affectionate amusement as she sat in each of the chairs as if to test them out before stretching out on the couch momentarily.  Then, she went on to look out the nearest window.
   “This one has a nice view of the beach!”
   “Yeah?” you joined her at the window and rested your hands on the sill.  “That water looks so refreshing.  We should definitely swim later.”
   “Well, the conditions are certainly ideal,” Tech informed you.  “At this time of year, the water isn’t too cold.”
   “Aw yeah!”  Wrecker plopped down on the couch, brows shooting up at the snap and creak of the wicker under him.   Fortunately, the thing held it together.  Hunter was walking through and doing his initial survey of the surroundings.  He opened one of the doors straight back to peek in.
   “Bathroom’s here,” he called.  Next, he glanced in the other room.  “This is the master bedroom.  There are three bedrooms total and two beds to each one.”
   “Someone’s going to have to take the couch,” Tech said.
   “I will,” Echo volunteered.
   “_______ and I will share a room,” Omega added, and you nodded in agreement.
   “Sounds good.”
   Wrecker grinned at Crosshair, who had gone into the living room to scope it out for himself.  “What do you say, Crosshair?  Want to share?”
   The slender sniper rolled his eyes, his face scrunched up in a dramatic display of disdain, though you knew it to be an act.  The two brothers were known to stick together more often than not.  “Fine.”
   “Then me and Tech will take the last room,” Hunter decided.  “Glad we got that settled.”  You and Omega got dibs on the master bedroom, so you both headed back to check it out and drop your belongings there.  It was roomy and with simple decor reminiscent of the sea.  Omega claimed one of the twin beds, so you set your things down on the remaining one.
   “What do you think we’ll do first?”
   “We should probably get something to eat,” you said.  “Then maybe we can see if the guys want to take a look around.”
   “And go swimming?”
   You laughed.  “Yes, and go swimming.”
   Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Omega hopped off her bed and headed out the bedroom door, most likely to see what the group had planned.  You took a few moments to compose yourself in front of the charming vanity mirror.  While the squad’s stay on Spira wasn’t technically a vacation, you couldn’t help but get excited over the opportunity to spend some quality time with a certain Bad Batcher at a romantic place like this…  
   The two of you had been keeping things on the down-low, which is very hard to do on a crowded ship like the Marauder.
   You had ditched the armor before landing and changed into an extra set of clothes Suu had gifted you with.  Being that the Lawquanes were leaving on a transport on such short notice, they couldn’t bring everything with them.  She gave you several short- and long-sleeved tunics that were adjustable to the wearer’s size, just as Cut had passed on some of his things to the others.  It was very fortunate since you and the squad had to stop at a variety of planets and ports every now and then to fuel and stock up.
   You smiled at your reflection in the mirror.  You felt beautiful and ready for the day.
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   “Got you!” Omega exclaimed, pointing.  You splashed her right back, laughter from both of you ringing out in the salty air.
   “Alright, break it up!” Wrecker hollered as he ran waist-deep in the water until he was close enough to make a huge splash that hit you right in the face.  He roared with laughter as you and Omega teamed up to go after him.  Hunter waded into the water, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand while observing the shenanigans.
   Echo was sitting comfortably in a chair under the protective shade of a beach umbrella.  If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wouldn’t be moving from that spot for the next few days by how he leaned back with his arms folded behind his head.  
   Crosshair was perched on another beach chair with a pair of dark shades over his eyes as he surveyed the scene.  His expression was short of a scowl, which meant he must have been enjoying himself. 
   Tech was still in the process of applying sunscreen.  It was amusing to see just how invested in the task he was, though it didn’t exactly surprise you considering the lecture he gave the entire group about the importance of protecting oneself from the harsh rays of the sun.  Eventually, once he was satisfied with the coverage, he shuffled down to join Hunter as he ventured deeper into the water.
   “My data was correct. The water is rather nice.”
   “Yeah, not bad,” Hunter agreed.
   You were having a blast.  Everyone was having such a good time.  Not to mention you kept catching the gaze of a certain Batcher.  Several times.  It was subtle, and anyone who wasn’t paying attention wouldn’t think much of it…but for you, it was making your heart race.  You couldn’t wait to spend some time with him…
- - - - - - - 
   Bright afternoon sunshine softened into orange light that washed over the water.  Everyone had their good times, but the day wasn’t quite over yet.  You emerged from the bathroom with new clothes to see the squad having a discussion in the living room.  Wrecker leaned against the wall casually with arms folded.
   “I saw these little lanterns glowing in the jungle on our way back in the house,” he said.  “I kinda want to explore and see where they lead.”
   “That’s cool, Wrecker!”  Omega nodded.  “What about you, Crosshair?  Want to go see the lanterns?”
   Crosshair removed a toothpick from between his lips to respond.  “No, thank you.  I’m going to take a walk on the beach.”
   A curious decision on his part, considering how disdained he looked earlier while on the beach with everyone else. 
   “There’s an old telescope in the shed,” Echo said from one of the chairs.  “I thought I’d dig it out and take a look at the stars.”
   “That sounds fun,” Omega nodded.  “What about you, Hunter?”
   Hunter glanced up.  “The village sounded interesting.  Tech said there’s a path that leads to that side of the island.”
   “That, I did.”  Tech confirmed, raising his pointer finger for emphasis.  “I also read that there is a series of caves nearby.  It seems like something worth looking into, so that’s where I’ll be headed.”
   “________?” Hunter asked, and you froze on the spot.  “What are your plans?”
   “Oh, um…”  You paused, catching a certain someone’s attempt at a casual glance in your direction.   He made a point to let you know where he’d be.
   All you had to do was follow.
   “I think I’ll…”
   “...go to the village with you, Hunter.”
   “...check out the caves with Tech.”
   “...explore with Wrecker.”
   “...stargaze with Echo.”
   “...go back to the beach with Crosshair” (COMING SOON).
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mysticstarlightduck · 26 days
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OC Smash or Pass!
I was tagged by @kaylinalexanderbooks for this one a while back! Thank you so much for the tag!
Elias Mavven (from Of Starlight and Beasts)
Description: Elias is a tall young man with sun-tanned skin from his years at sea, and long, sand-blond hair (there is always a braid on his hair, no matter if the rest of it is untied or in a ponytail). His eyes are dark brown. Elias wears a white puff-sleeve shirt, with black trousers, and leather booths, with purple and gold fabric bands around his waist as a makeshift belt - he may or may not occasionally wear a long pastel blue overcoat with intricate embroidering (his attire is very pirate-coded, which, given that he is a pirate, is not surprising). He wears a lot of jewelry, including many rings, two necklaces and golden bracelets - most notably, Elias wears either a choker-style necklace or a fabric bandana at all times (for backstory/spoiler reasons). He is very handsome - caring a lot about his appearance and making sure he makes a powerful impression. He also has some tattoos that he is very proud of - usually in the color blue (especially turquoise), and usually either sea-themed or star/moon-themed. Is rather cocky and confident, though he has an overwhelmingly mysterious, secretive vibe.
Basic Facts:
Height - 6,3 ft
Age - 24
Gender - Male
Pronouns - He/Him
Occupation - Pirate Captain (a former aspiring sailor for their kingdom's Royal Navy)
Sexuality - Homosexual
OC Soundtrack - Elias Mavven OC Playlist
Pros -
Will absolutely make sure you take care of yourself - self-care is a very important thing for him - and will not let you spiral too far into negative/self-deprecating self-talk. Is the "mother friend" of the group, subtly, without being overwhelming - he knows how to give people space while also telling them the truths they need to hear, and absolutely loves using humor to cheer up his friends and crew.
The fun-loving life of the party - due to his confident personality (and partially due to his reputation, which impresses people and makes him beloved by most common folk), people usually gravitate to him in social settings. He knows how to have a good time in any situation - be it at a rowdy party in a tavern or while sailing the high seas - to him, any moment is an invitation to live life to the fullest and have fun.
Is very good at cooking, (though terrible at baking lmao), and knows how to perfectly make a variety of rare dishes and adores spicy food - though sometimes his taste when it comes to "how much spicy" can be a bit too much for most.
Elias is a very talented fighter and knows how to win most fights with ease - and in an increasingly dangerous and unpredictable world such as the setting of this novel, these talents often come in handy (and are often life-saving). Although he is one of the best fighters in the realm - in both land and sea - he prefers to solve things diplomatically/through deals and only resorts to fighting as a last resort.
Cares a lot. He makes emotional connections quickly, though he'd hate to admit it, and cares a lot about the well-being of his friends and crew. If he is in love with someone, that tendency creases tenfold, and he will try to make sure that person stays as happy and safe as can be. He is very romantic, in unusual ways, and is more loyal than he gives himself credit for. The well being of his friends and crew are always his priority.
Determined, brave, and witty. Elias has enough determination to last two lifetimes and is not someone to give up on things easily, while also being willing to take risks (both in battle and in normal daily life) without much hesitation. One of his greatest strengths also includes being a great team worker and leader. If you're adventuring together, you would definitely be quite the power couple - unbeatable together, while incredibly soft and in sync with each other.
Badass - knows how to make quite an impression, and is a master at "dramatic entrance", very little fazes him, and he usually remains calm, unstressed, and chill even in the middle of chaotic or potentially stressful situations. If an enemy is actually dreadful enough to manage to get this easygoing, smooth-talking, calm pirate to lose his temper/patience, then they will need one heck of a lot of good luck, because they've just unleashed a tidal wave that will crush them after this feat (as the saying goes, "fear the wrath of a good man").
Normally, he is very carefree, funny, and relaxed - to the point of being slightly reckless. He definitely is the definition of YOLO ("you only live once") in all the best possible ways. Despite this, he knows when to be serious and responsible, especially if it comes to dangerous situations.
Knows a lot of constellations and the stories/tales behind them, and loves to show off this knowledge to someone he cares about. He also has an extensive array of knowledge about sea monsters and the like, a knowledge mostly comprised of encounters that did not go so well.
Neutral Facts -
Elias is the oldest (adoptive) brother to two younger siblings, and it was just the "three of them against the world" for a really long time during his childhood and teen years. This has affected greatly his view of the world and has created some walls when it comes to trusting strangers (he's a bit distrusting/jaded).
His love languages are Quality Time and Receiving Giving Gifts. He likes to make every moment count and make things as memorable as he can in any given moment but also loves simple moments of daily intimacy and love.
Dramatic - likes to put on a show/make a scene. If he wants the last cookie in the cookie jar he will make you reconsider your life choices with how pouty and dramatic he can get to achieve said cookie. The same applies to most situations.
Uses unusual/rare swear words, in the very select occasions he actually swears.
Cons:
Bottles up and internalizes his emotions/feelings like nobody else in the world. He will definitely deflect any questions about how he is truly feeling, when he is upset, with the classic "[chuckle] I'm fine!". Given that he has some serious trauma in his past, this is just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode - and when (not if) those feelings do resurface, it definitely won't be a nice time for him (a panic attack is bound to happen, and most likely in the worst moment possible for it to happen).
Can get "carried away" during battles/fights, like he is in a fighting trance, especially if his enemy has done something to truly piss him off. While this means absolutely no danger for his friends and crew, it does mean he'll become dangerously more reckless (a.k.a. he'll likely get a serious wound and keep fighting like it's just another Tuesday, until he either passes out or someone stops him) and dig himself into a metaphorical hole by provoking more and more enemies.
Wants to handle things by himself all of the time, and has a hard time accepting that even he sometimes needs help.
Gets defensive/temperamental about his past when someone bluntly tries to find out more about it or unintentionally triggers him, which can get him in a really bad mood/sad (which he deals with by isolating himself in his quarters until he's back to his cheery self again).
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atlasarcana · 2 months
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echo bren, act 2 fic 1 snippet (since it's been a while!)
Sydenstar 3, 839 P.D.
He arrives in Ank’harel a few days prior to the ceremony, thinking himself a good student for taking the time to scout. He gets a towel and an empty glass in his hands as a reward.
Bartender work. Well — there’s nothing wrong with scouting in disguise, in fairness. And it is a quick way to learn the clientèle. To overhear conversation and catch words where they escape secrets. More than anything, to make notes.
He spends three days bored out of his mind wiping down the wet bar of a long and golden casino room. He takes orders, he compliments the early-arriving guests. Technically on duty as Volstrucker (though when the duty ever ends is beyond him), he marks easy targets for cornering and conversation. A noblewoman here and there touches his collar too closely, champagne too heavy on her breath, and he takes her to the back room to see the estate wines, of course, and peeks into her mind — only a gentle folding back of paper, not a terrible knife-intrusion — and pockets the rumors and the drivel for himself before spinning her back out to the main bar without a break in charisma.
Twice he escorts a drunk out of the bathrooms. Thrice he rips down Missing posters nailed up in search of some halfling boy.
They smoke a great deal here in Ank’harel. That was the one thing he wasn’t expecting. On a mandated smoke break — a perk he ought to campaign to Ikithon — he steps out onto the great big flat white patios overlooking the great big flat fucking lake of a pool in between the buildings on either side of the property, and gets struck with the thought of diving in from the third storey. Which would be silly, and maybe suicidal, and he does not trust himself to know the difference. The white sun is a ball of eternity in the radioactive blue sky, and every shadow it casts grows long and crisp against all the other pale clay surfaces in a way that reminds him distinctly of ink on parchment. Out here on this patio, a hundred feet from the ground with layers of sandstone between himself and anything that makes a sound, he suddenly feels suffocatingly alone. The property is smack in the center of the Sand-Herald district, which is where all the money and noise is, and yet the two palaces of the resort are such tall, bright, architectural knives that the thousands of civilians beneath him are more like ants than anything. He could shut his eyes and only hear the birds and the breathing swell of the city. The slow, industrial chugging. A far-off clang. A distant splash as someone falls unceremoniously from the diving board.
Days like this made the rest tolerable. But days like this would end. And he would wake up somewhere new again, with another sin tallied under his name somewhere by an accountant in the Nine Hells.
He’s lost in thought for a while until a seagull lands by his feet. Quite a bit out from any ocean here, friend. Though, upon closer inspection, it isn’t a seagull — it’s just a white desert pigeon. Pretty little thing. And clearly, Nicodranas is still in his head if he first went to seagulls. He doesn’t fault himself for it; he doesn’t remember the last time he had so much vacation sex. Or a vacation at all.
Bren stares at the pigeon. He inches closer. He stoops.
On a whim, he uses the hand that isn’t holding a cigarillo to swish Sending into the air.
“Beloved,” he says, staring straight at the bird. “My goodest and greatest and sweetest friend.” He pauses. “Food. Ank’harel. Recommendations?”
He knows what he gives with this information. It is possibly the most treasonous thing he has done in years, and in as little as a word. But he cannot find himself to care.
The bird cocks his head at him. For a long moment, the spell doesn’t seem to take.
Then, the receiver picks up the line: Essek’s voice spins in his head.
Ank’harel… says the Shadowhand, very slowly and direly, as though still digesting his morning evil on the other side of the world.
The bird twitches its head this way and that. Essek’s voice could be speaking through it if Bren tried to overlap them in his mind. He experiments with the idea, squinting.
Well. Anything but a kurrak fruit, says Essek.
Essek-Birdy moves its head in a way that could look offended, and, oh, yes. It is quite funny.
They say it tastes like mango.
Liars. Curs. More like rotten eggs.
Avoid. At all costs.
Essek-Birdy pap-paps its feet on the ground. Pecks at Bren’s boot, thinking it a big brown worm. At the illusory-to-physical difference between a bartender’s boot and a Volstrucker’s boot, the bird spasms with perplexity. Then it flies away.
No kurrak fruits. Well, alright. At least that was one insider fact he hadn’t wormed out by sleeping with the Essek of another timeline. Bren puffs his cigarillo and throws it into the midden by the door.
He’d normally throw it over the side of the building, but he fears the bird picking at it later. He goes inside.
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