#sonxflight

[nerdynanny]

when your husband goes full feral and starts kicking cryptid ass and it's low key kinda hot.

#sonxflight #;;ford

[undeadunalive]

@sonxflight ∣ 🩸

"You know what I am yet you do not try to kill me. Why is that, if I may ask?"

#sonxflight #𝐈𝐂: #𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: #𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 | 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 ( 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 )

[sasorikigai]

🛀🧸👿 ( for both canon and modern verses )

sleepy headcanon questions || @sonxflight || accepting

🛀 What does their bedtime routine look like?

Canon: Hanzo rather keeps it simple with the mix of relaxation/mindfulness, hygiene, and muscle relaxation routines. He likes to focus on winding down the mind and body before sleep, and does activities such as taking a warm bath, practicing relaxation techniques like deep breathing or meditation, or reading a book. Obvious hygiene routine such as brushing teeth, washing face, and changing into a simple robe will most definitely follow. When Hanzo was happily married with Harumi and had Satoshi, Hanzo would almost always read his son bedtime stories, talk about the day, and sing lullabies. With Harumi, the couple would often use calming scents like lavender to massage and gently stretch each other and cuddle. He also used to drink chamomile tea to further promote relaxation and better sleep.

Modern: Not that he is unconcerned with his bedtime routines and his general hygiene, but as his schedule is unpredictable and very inconsistent at times, he often will forgo all the mix of routines aforementioned and simply prefer to get as much shuteye as possible. When he has ample time, he will most likely engage in simple stretches, perhaps even go out for a light jog or lift before unwinding for rest. Other than that, when his profession demands him of such, he will frequently carry his work even to bed, engaged in reading, creating reports, and even being on call in the middle of his rest. But more often when exhaustion hits, Hanzo will simply pass out on the couch or even the floor with either his work attire or in his boxer briefs.

🧸 Do they sleep holding anything? E.g. a pillow, a stuffed toy, etc.

Canon: Since Hanzo isn't really attached to having material things, and he gets just enough sleep to function enough (as Shirai Ryu Grandmaster, he is often the last to slumber and the first to rise at the crack of dawn), he will sleep even without the comfort of having a pillow or a blanket at times. Although he used to place such vehement sentimental value over Satoshi's stuffed teddy bear (a HC I have drawn from Scorpion's MK11 'Friendship' fatality), he no longer holds it or cradles it as if the teddy bear was the manifestation of Satoshi Hasashi as he has let this go. Takeda Takahashi used to have it until he saw no need for it, so it is being passed through generations, passed onto the newborns of the Shirai Ryu as Hanzo has the most experience raising a kid (or two).

Modern: Unless he has his significant other, nothing in particular other than his sanity.

👿 Has your muse ever suffered from sleep paralysis?

Both: Since Hanzo suffers severely from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) which is one of the prominent causes of sleep paralysis, he has frequently experienced sleep paralysis as well. He is more susceptible to experiencing sleep disturbances because of his trauma-related stress and anxiety, which can disrupt his normal sleep patterns and increase the likelihood of experiencing sleep disturbances. While Hanzo has no problem lulling himself to sleep, whenever he has sleep paralysis, he cannot seem to wake up from his nightmarish visions that engulf him whole. He often feels paralyzed and cannot seem to let himself awake, or feel palpitations and feel the sensation of pressure on his chest or having difficulty breathing.

#✗ obsessive cathartic (headcanon) #✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii) #✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au) #sonxflight

[shininginyourlight]

@sonxflight​ sent: ❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞ ( he protec, either rockerboy dumbass ) jealous, fiercely protective, and territorial prompts | accepting

This was humiliating.

Totally and truly. Kerry didn’t want to look at either of them.

It wasn’t like Kerry was helpless, after all. Far from it. He could handle himself. He could hold his own against Johnny when they got into scraps, but apparently that wasn’t how it was tonight. He barely even knew how they’d gotten to this, because it hadn’t happened before.

Robin and he had been doing great! They’d been dating for a couple months without incident. Only for this to happen. They’d all been drinking. It wasn’t anything unusual. Y’know, until Robin had punched the shit out of him. Kerry didn’t know why. He’d been in a quiet state of shock until Jack had stepped in.

It’d all just escalated so quickly, so unexpectedly. Kerry had no inkling that he’d be losing his boyfriend just an hour ago.

“Just...” Kerry murmured, feeling the heat in his cheek, “get him outta here, would ya?” He asked when he finally looked up to look at Jack from where he was sat on the floor.

#none will raise to you a hand nor thumb { asks } #v; i could get addicted to that rush #sonxflight #you're no solo act { kerry interactions } #drinking cw #domestic violence cw

[stcries]

" another nightmare? " ( @ Astarion )

so you had a bad day prompts, accepting!

even after managing to escape the physical clutches of that vampiric overlord, it didn't mean astarion has escaped the mental traces. being a beast of the night, it wasn't uncommon for him to be awake at hours past midnight, be it either on the prowl or other such purposes. but tonight, it was different, he simply couldn't rest his weary eyes no matter how much he tried. despite vampiric traits enhancing his stamina, astarion was still getting used to walking around in the daylight. with both day and night cycles intertwining, he was bound to need rest eventually, but alas, it refused to come peacefully.

so instead, he chose to take a walk, footsteps carrying him deeper into the brush surrounding their current camp, familiar cold air of the night somewhat calming him. he'd woken abruptly, loose white shirt and forehead drenched in sweat, his slowly beating heart almost bursting from his chest. here he was thinking he'd be left to his own devices, away from the camp, wanting to deal with these problems on his own ... but the monk's familiar voice catches him off guard.

"ever observant you are, hm?" his voice comes, back still turned from the man he knows is behind him. his mind was telling him he wanted to be alone, to not be a burden upon the rest of his companions. yet the scars upon his back burned at the mere thought of his dreams minutes ago, so perhaps even if he did not wish for it, the company was well needed. "i'm used to being awake at such an hour, i'll be fine."

#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . IN CHARACTER ❝ astarion. ❞ #sonxflight #omg hi again!!!! #this got so much longer than i thought holy crap #but my astarion has been wanting attention for a bit so perhaps this is payback lmao

[boatdriinks]

@sonxflight sent: "Somethin' wrong, love?" The question serves a rhetorical purpose rather than calls for an answer, one's baritone is hushed and mellow as Jack is gentle to enwrap his mainline into an embrace, Kerry's melacholy is more than hefty enough to be recognized by his perception. "Not gonna make a fuss or anythin', but... Can tell it's hittin' ya, y'know."

Glancing upwards, Kerry would eye Jack up for a second. He'd be in an embrace barely a moment later, where Kerry would rest himself against him with ease. A bit of warm, not resisting the comfort being offered to him.

"Head's just a mighty bit full tonight," Kerry admitted, keeping his rasp just as quiet as Jack's. "Be fine later, prob'ly," he assured. He couldn't promise it, but either it would or it wouldn't. Really fuckin' hoped he'd get over it by tonight. Didn't need this kinda shit pestering him.

#okay. first: you whacked?! { asks } #sonxflight #you're no solo act { kerry interactions }

[bellsliturgy]

@sonxflight . sc

nogitsune was all he had left. and excelsior, of course. he could count his blessings on one hand, having found himself completely bereft of home and assets once he returned to night city. judy's apartment was his last hope, but the looming dread that it too was lost to him kept him from making the journey despite excelcior's insistence. perhaps later, he figures, when he feels like moving and destroying what last lingering hope he has for himself in this fucking city.

"v, you really ought to get back inside... the rain acidity levels are quite high today. you could--"

"i'm fine, el," he says in a half-hearted mutter, cigarette hanging from his lips. he's planted himself upon the roof of the car, only barely obscured from the rain by the steel beams of watson's industrial architecture above him. he was much smaller now than he was two years ago, muscles having atrophied and a great deal of his combat chrome removed. scrawny. underweight. his clothes were almost too big for him. he hadn't eaten since the day prior, and he felt no motivation to go searching the dumpsters for a tossed package of half-eaten rammmen.

he could almost hear the vehicle sigh in resignation. his depression was infectious, "if you insist..."

it had been a couple weeks since he woke from his coma. a couple weeks without johnny nagging him. he wish he could say it was nice. that it was a relief. but there's an emptiness that accompanies the silence. an emptiness that fills him with contempt.

"if you're here for money, you're shit out of luck," he suddenly says without turning his head. he may be without his combat implants, but his civilian implants were working just fine. the wet crunching plap of footsteps approaching him and the delamain cab were clear against the hum of rainfall.

"ain't got shit for ya. so kindly fuck off."

#sonxflight #v / rei ic tbt #cyberpunk verse tbt #aaaaaaaa

[marinarius]

@sonxflight is of the water

The Mariner didn't often take on passengers, when he did it was often for short treks and out of necessity. He enjoyed his solitude but every drifter understood the dangers of being too much on one's own. Water madness they called it.

As passengers went the dark haired stranger was easier than most. Silently he offered his passenger a lime from his prize dwarf tree. The fruit would only stay fresh for so long and like passengers prevened water madness, he fruit also kept disease albeit disease of the body at bay.

#sonxflight #v;tbd

[beastbitten]

@sonxflight ∣ 🐺

Every now and then the Texan could be found in town, usually sitting alone on a bench somewhere just watching the world pass by, as though yearning to be a real part of it. Though for the time being, observing it seemed like the only safe option, dipping his toe in every now and then when he really needed to, usually the minor interactions whenever he bought a month's worth of groceries. Yet as he sat beneath the beating sun, its warm rays dusting his pale cheeks, the werewolf couldn't help but tense when someone neared, his throat running dry, a feeling crossing over him. There was something -- - off, about the man, his scent strange to him, something he hadn't come across before. "You, uh... want this bench to yourself? I can leave, y'know. Was just killin' time."

#sonxflight #𝙞𝙘 #𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦; 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴

[zenigatakeibu]

@sonxflight 🐯 continued from here.

🐯 ❝ WANTED TO BE the first to congratulate you on a job well done... On completing that contract. ❞ Zenigata's voice-- usually so steady, collected-- wavers at the sight of bare skin. Ryou has always been something to behold. All that beautiful ink, those scars, sleek bundles of muscle that seem to flex almost invitingly. He's a work of art, a masterpiece, all 5'10" of him. ❝ I know it wasn't an easy one, but you were the only man for the job. ❞

.. He carries a bottle of his finest koshu sake in one hand, two cups in the other. What better way to say 'thank you' than with a few drinks? The ceramic saucers clink against one another as his weight shifts from foot to foot. Dark eyes begin to wander; a sort of heat fills his chest, his face--

Maybe he should leave...

❝ W-were you hurt? ❞ The Chairman blurts. He's stumbling over his words now, betrayed by the eagerness in his voice. Ryou's gash isn't exactly hard to miss... Healing, yes, but ugly all the same. A bit of first-aid wouldn't hurt, though it's more an excuse to be close to him than anything. He's been away for so long... Too long. Zenigata's missed him more than he's willing to admit. ❝ Just say the word and I'll get you anything you need. ❞

#sonxflight #🚨 au: tiger of tokyo #🚨 rp threads

[nerdynanny]

“You call it a near death experience; I call it, as a young folk say, a vibe check from God.” ( to Ford, also from you know who cos I had to )

"You are barely older than me, Vlad. Just because my travels aged me thirty years doesn't mean I'm not hip with the young folk. My niece and nephew say the wildest things lately. I bet you don't even know what a 'nyancat' is, do you?"

@plxsmius

#;;ford #plxsmius #sonxflight #;;v: phantom falls #;;samurai phantom falls #space grunkles basically

[undeadunalive]

@sonxflight​ ∣ sc

“It’s unwise to be wandering the streets at this time of night, Sir.”

#sonxflight #𝐈𝐂: #𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: #𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 | 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 ( 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 )

[sasorikigai]

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) + ( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) + ( 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 ) ( for any of their verses )

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 || @sonxflight || accepting

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other's face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them

( 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 ) ; one muse takes the other to a calm area where they feel more comfortable opening up

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Every once in a while, they tend to go to the darkest of mines to collect some charcoals - like a ravenous boa, jaws disarming and welcoming those caliginous specters feeling the roughness of their claws made of steel. They are more than capable of breaking ancient stone of their fortified hearts, piling up, building mountains of corpses beneath all these lean, excessively used muscles and scarred guts, from the adamantine bone to the marrow. Perhaps Hanzo Hasashi's own eyes have belonged to the Nether's devil, able to see from afar. Deceitful skins singing the sweets of saccharine melodies and dancing with the severing swings of fire, ignited to burn anything and everything to naught. In this life, they were born to burn bright, until the emotions they contain bubble over, collapsing in on themselves and eat them both whole. It is all-consuming to be in their skins; both of them shattered and broken countless times. But pulling out those glass shards hurt more than pretending they are not there.

They both have grabbed each other's heart and cradled it, pluck it from the precarious rot of their branches that are their ribs and hold it so tenderly, careful not to dig into its core. Peeling off each layer of flesh to reveal the beating vessel underneath, not like savage and merciless warriors who shreds and tears away the beating flesh of the enemies, only to leave with stained hands of dripping sanguine, but uncovering each layer gently like a deer who laps gently at the river mouth. As Ryou Sakai's familiar, yet nearly inaudible steps close in and Hanzo's heart collides gently with his lover's own, the world seem to go still. Enough, no more, the weary axis breathes, sick and exhausted with endless spinning, which tends to overseethes and quiets for a spell.

Demoted and ossified, or fortified, Hanzo cannot quite figure it out, if stillness be a strength. One moment stands and views itself at length, but a tenebrous shadow in his heart and soul seem to multiply and embrace along with Ryou, who remains pensively silent. "I always question myself whether which ecstasy to embrace; the ecstasy of hope that will manifest my soul to fly unimpeded into the sky like warmth from the hearth or the ecstasy of fate, simply to accept the freedom the plunge from the sky offers in the swirling flames and blood far below. as unfathomable despair and grief deepens to no end," the warm cradle of his hand cups around his beloved's cheek; as Hanzo still experiences his own zeniths and nadirs of his despair and grief, as sometimes he'd feel something unholy bursting from beneath his ribcage and crawls at the seams of his flesh, anguish feeding on his consciousness. Speaking a manifesto of his demon's hatred and his absolution; a vindictive specter condemned to hate the world with eyes tutored to vengeance.

Every inhalation he takes in is made with care, as if Hanzo might guide Ryou along with the beats of his heart, holding the same, evermore steady and strong rhythm. Amidst the Shirai Ryu's vast expanse full of interweaved people, they stand; both captive souls in a shifting world of unknown and unpredictability, as leaves rustle, waters whisper, but failing to silence this dissonant jail in both of their minds. As transcendent hues paint the sky above, a quiet surge of whirling flame transport them both to a shadowed trove of their shared personal quarter. Despite the despair manifesting as a relentless loop and a haunting refrain, Hanzo hopes that his unnerving presence will end this unending bane, at least for temporarily. "I sincerely hope the discomfort of haunting disturbance fades, as I remain consistent warmth throughout such vacant hollowness and depression. I will always meet you with an everloving warmth and understanding against this ancient disquietude." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii) #(hanryou) #sonxflight

[seeasunset]

❓

Plot ideas!

❖

☆ I kinda notice you're in that Cyberpunk verse a lot more nowadays. So, I offer you cyberpunk!Vasco. Both can be meeting in that universe. Maybe they crossed paths at one point. A random encounter like accidentally getting the orders wrong or being somewhere at the wrong place, wrong time. Obviously, they meet again later on and realize who they truly are. An innocent encounter turning to something else entirely.

Maybe Vasco is over here, squinting at this man upon first meeting, trying to figure out who this man is. Why does Jack look so familiar and what is his connection, only for it to be revealed much later on.

Another plot idea is the two crossing paths in their noble verses. I mean we kinda talked about it a while back, but it'll be interesting to go further on such things. Maybe share the difference between where they come from and how different things can be while still sharing how similar things are.

#sonxflight #Sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ Sᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ﹣ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋ #⊰━Aѕĸ αɴѕwered━⊱

[shininginyourlight]

@sonxflight​

“Did’ja now?” Kerry genuinely didn’t know why that was. He did say it was a weird ass hunch. Maybe it was best not to pry. ...Maybe it was just a twin thing. Noticed something fucked up in the force, ‘r somethin’.

“I-- ah...” Fuck how was he supposed to say this? His own gaze strayed slightly to look at V, seeing the unsure look across her face. Poor kid was just in the middle of this weird shit more than anyone else right now. Kerry wondered how much she really knew about what was goin’ down right now.

“Something really fucked up’s happened.” Vague. Also not totally true. The worst of life had come and gone without him ever making a call to Jack. But, this was still pretty... ridiculous and almost unexplainable. Fuck, maybe he should just cut to the chase.

“Jack, Johnny’s-- ... kinda alive. An’ askin’ for ya.”

#v; we're wide awake this is reality #sonxflight #i'm the hardest goodbye you'll ever have to say { johnny interactions } #fuck it no kerry interactions tag #i will be stubborn

[ducknotinarow]

Start for @sonxflight || Usagi Miyamoto

Usagi may know how to swing a sword but at best he was no better than a child playing pretend when it came to everything else. He didn't know form or anything else proper to wielding it. He didn't know everything else that came with being a samurai, he knew it was the path he wanted to be on though. The first step was finding a teacher. He was pretty set on who he wanted. A wandering human samurai. There was no one better than them, quick on thier trail he near chased them down. "sir wait!" he called out stopping just short of running right to them, waiting to catch his breath as he looked at them. His nose twitched a little as he grounded himself into his resolve, bowing down now.

"My name is Miyamoto Usagi. I am in training to become a samurai." he began to introduce himself to them first. "I'm in need of a teacher if you please!" he quickly asked. not waiting to beat around the bush he was going to be straightforward with his request, driven by his determination alone.

#muse| miyamoto usagi #[rise verse] #sonxflight #\\starter\\ #\\closed\\ #((usagi starter first cause I had this idea right away lol hope you like it!)) #[ usagi jack tag tbd]