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wuntrum · 2 months
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hang in there!
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saintttajx · 3 months
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sweetest con
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lN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, WITH A cigarette in hand while a glass of whiskey on the other, the burning flame under the chimney entertained the freshly arrived soldier waiting for his wife.
The entrance croaked open summoning a beautiful lady who seemed to be hazy from her previous in took of alcohol. There was a frustrated frown on her face as she tries her best to take off her heels while closing the door.
"Where have you been, wife?" The husband's familiar voice stole her attention. Once she looked up and realized it was her husband who she has been dying to see for weeks, a smile instantly crept up on her cherry tinted lips.
"Oh my, you're home!" She couldn't help but drop everything and run into his arms. Squealing in excitement of feeling him in her arms again.
This happens every single time he comes home. He should be used to it by now. But he isn't. That wave of warmth inside him still activates whenever she does this. So eager to hold him, see him, smiling so brightly as if he was her world, her home, her salvatore.
He couldn't help but close his eyes as their body met. Their body exchanging heat was a comfort they've always missed. As she lock his neck around her arms, her hands crawling their way onto his hair on its own, his arms finding her back to pull her close.
"I missed you."
She smiled and marked a warm kiss on his cheek. "I missed you more, Si."
Simon always bring his cold and stoic stance from work, but he built a specific one for the cause of her gone missing when he arrived. But she was a devil woman that with just one kiss, one pet name, one word, his walls were gone melting.
Her magic curled a tiny smile on his rosy lips. Her shiny eyes staring back at him burning his guard down little by little. He tucked a string of hazel hair behind her ear. Before turning his gaze on the shoes she left on the ground.
"Someone's been out, hm?"
She exhaled as she settled in his lap and lean on his chest. "Yeah, Nat and I were out for a bit." She looked up to meet his eyes through her lashes.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got home." He could truly see that she was sorry through her voice and expression. Her lips were slightly turning into a pout and her eyes were gleaming from the fire. She was precious to look at.
Before he could answer, she cut him off by placing a kiss on his lips, his eyes closing and deeply exhaling just as her fingers run through his hair. He was supposed to be cold but he was a sucker for her touch and affection.
As they pulled in synch, he tried to focus. But her intoxicating scent wasn't helping. He tried to circle back on his concern. He was a soldier damn it. Luckily, when her scent came laced with alcohol, he succeeded.
"Where have you been, luv?"
"Nat brought us in a club." She studied his face, from his short hair, dark brows, little scars that she covers with kisses, to his nose and sexy lips. She avoided his eyes. He was staring at her as if they were in an interrogation.
"Got drunk clubbing, hm?" She helped him put his bourbon aside before leaning back on his warm hard chest. Wrapping his free arm around her waist on her own to play with his fingers, another way of avoiding his intimidating gaze.
"Just a little." She murmured. His brows were slightly meeting as he watch her curl in his lap, her adorableness tugging a tiny smile on his lips.
"Did someone tried to flirt with my beautiful princess?" He drew a blush on her cheeks and an adorable scowl.
"No. Even if there was, I wouldn't let them." There was a hint of smug in her delivery that made him chuckle.
"Wouldn't let them, huh?" He leaned down on her and caressed the side of her face to make her meet his eyes.
"And if I try to flirt with you?" Their close proximity was making her heart beat fast. She became nervous. As if they weren't married for years.
"My clothes will disappear." She said with pure honesty that it made him grin and scoff a laugh.
He smirked and pulled her closer, his big hands brushing up and down her back, pulling her to leave a kiss on her forehead. "I love you." She mumbled, eyes shut from his rare display of affection.
"Love' you so fuckin' much." He mumbled, lids down while inhaling her scent that only sensed like home. She was the only thing that could calm his whole system down. What ever it is that he did to deserve her must've been something divine.
She has never felt safer anywhere else than in his arms. His was the only cage she was more than willing to be chained forever.
They stayed glued together on the couch for a while. Listening to the rustling flame, finishing his cigarette while she fought her heavy lids putting her down to sleep. It was a peace Simon deserved after a draining mission. The dancing flame under the bricks was the only entertainment around, her head tucked under his chin made her hair close to his face filling his nose with the scent of her shampoo, while she inhaled his smell, the manly scent she misses so much.
They later on decided to prepare for bed, both too tired to eat. Their tangled picture on the couch previously was recreated on their bed. "How was the mission?" She mumbled while watching his chest rise and fall.
"Draining." He replied, the vibration of his chest and his steady heart beat making her feel secured.
"You must be tired." She brushed her palm on his chest. His muscles slowly relaxing as he lets her. Letting her brush the tension and stress from work away.
He sighed. "Just glad to be home with you."
"Me too. It's always lonely without you here."
"I know." He tucks away her hair softly, touching her carefully as if she was delicately fragile.
"I hate leaving you. Always." A sketch of furrowed brows was on his face as he recall every moment of receiving a call for deployment, when he leaves while she's peacefully asleep, or when she tries her best to hold back tears when she deliver him away to the door.
"I hate that you leave me either." She chuckles her pain away.
He carries her up to sit her on his lap. "I don't like you being alone here either." He explains as he tucks more hair away, watching her bare face stare back at him. "Hate it knowing you're all by yourself in this empty house. Makes me fuckin' worried."
"Hmm.. I know. It always worry me, thinking if you'll ever even come back." She confessed, looking down on her fingers. Then looking back up to meet his brown eyes when courage arrived.
"Thank you for always coming back home to me, Simon." Her eyes fluttered, looking right into his eyes as she appreciates him. He was so fucking confuse how he managed to have a woman like her marry him. Meaning those words to her heart as if he deserved someone to worry and wait for him to come back, not to die in the battlefield of war.
"I'll never stop coming back to you, for as long as I can. You're my whole world, love. You don't know how much I'm willing to do anything for you."
"I love you so much." He whispered to her as he closed the gap between their faces. Capturing her lips and letting them linger against each other before slowly pulling away. "I love you more."
"Impossible." He says as he lay them down, letting her nuzzle into his embrace like a kitten under the sheets.
He pulls her even closer, not wanting to leave any spaces between their bodies before settling down and lean on her shoulders to rain them with soft kisses. She felt so safe yet so fragile against him. His warmth replacing the cold bed she forces herself to sleep on before now drives her to slumber easier than blinking.
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arkvra · 3 months
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You should let them meet and discuss "Demonic Cultivation"
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Or you can choose them
Another reminder it's Guidao (Ghost Path) for wei wuxian
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shkika · 1 year
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Does your UI feel bad about the whole Pebbles business?
And do you think Saint knows who SoS was?
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She feels absolutely awful about it! She realizes she wasn't at fault for what happened, but she did make it worse for everyone involved. And so uh she's quite scared.
As for your second question..
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yes saint does!! <3
part 2 (x)
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useless-catalanfacts · 2 months
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February 3rd is Saint Blaise (Sant Blai in Catalan). In the areas of Baix Camp, Alt Camp and Conca de Barberà (Camp de Tarragona broader area, in Catalonia), it's traditional to eat these biscuits called blais or blaiets. Similar recipes exist in other parts of the Catalan Countries, like the coques de Sant Blai in Terres de l'Ebre, various Saint Blaise cookies around the Valencian Country, or the senyorets or blaiets from Menorca.
Blais are butter biscuits aromatized with vanilla or sometimes lemon. The most noticeable characteristic is that they're stamped with an imagine of Saint Blaise.
In the Christian belief, Saint Blaise is the patron saint who cures throat ache, cough and prevents getting a cold. For this reason, the tradition from this area take the blais to be blessed, so that eating them with green apples with protect from these harms.
Photo 1: blais from Valls, photo by Vilaniu Comunicació. / Photo 2: blaiets from Reus, photo from CatalunyaDiari.
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lovesickeros · 5 months
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obligatory childe post ft 4.2 archon quest spoilers and also my incomprehensible ramblings (read at your own discretion)
fontaine left me with a Lot of thoughts about childe even if his screen time was kinda pitiful
it's been opening up a lot of implications for childe's potentional importance to the greater, overall plot of the story though and its driving me up a WALL but more importantly it's made me pick apart his character
which brings me to Fontaine actually being PERFECT for him to have featured in, actually. because the whole damn nation is a theater, a stage for its archon. Hydro has never fit him better because the parallels of focalors/furina to ajax/tartaglia aren't exact but it's pretty damn close. a separation of the "other" (divine in case of focalors, whatever is wrong w childe in his case) and human.
I just think a lot about how Tartaglia is only ever Ajax with family. you really don't see his old name anywhere, he's pretty openly adopted Tartaglia (kinda childe too) as his name literally in every other circumstance. which you can chalk up to just like. well, he's usually on fatui business, of course he'd use his fatui name, but. even with traveler, it's childe.
so. you know. makes me wonder if as far as he's concerned, Ajax is dead. "Ajax" died when he fell down that crack in the ground and something else crawled back out.
which makes me wonder how he'd feel about the Creator calling him Ajax.
conflicted, probably. because you know him well enough to know his old name..but he's not Ajax anymore, is he? he's not the child with a sword in hand trying to play adventurer, he's a Harbinger. he's Childe, he's Tartaglia.
conflicted because he has doubts, even if he'd never voice them, that maybe you like "Ajax" more then Childe.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#my thoughts on childe are jumbled but I think he is similar to furina/focalors in that he has many faces#he is ajax with his family– the confident sweet older brother who gets them nice gifts and doesnt visit often#but when he does he tries his best to be the older brother they need. ajax is dead and buried in the abyss and he crawled back out#but he tries.#he is also childe. tartaglia. a weapon finely honed by the Tsaritsa that goes where she leads him.#he is a murderer. plain and simple. he is no saint but a sinner just like the rest of the harbingers.#because that is simply who he has become. “Ajax” entered the abyss and Tartaglia came back out. even if it wasnt his name yet#squeezing him i wanna know what Happened Down There#they describe him as hesitant and frightened in one of his stories yet he returns and suddenly hes completely different#3 months in the abyss will do that i suppose#but im just obsessed w his themes of lsot identity (even if its just in my head) and a man being turned into a weapob#WEAPOn#also perfect opportunity for angst and conflict!!#being torn between his loyalty to the Tsaritsa vs reader would be soooo chef's kiss#honestly i think sagau/cult au with characters who arent 100% on board w the creator r so good i eat that shit up#esp if creator is tied to celestia....like ough the angst potential w so many characters like NEUVI UGH#this is getting off track but conflict also w the ajax vs childe situation..#i dont havr the words to sufficiently describe it but ough.............#just thinking abt childe being called ajax by the creator..a name hes mostly abandoned......#like if we go w my crackhead idea of him considering “ajax” dead i know he'd be so distraught but just bottle that shit up and smile#because if you wsnt ajax then he can be ajax!!!!! (please dont leave him hes senstive and has abandonment issues and separation anxiety)#desperate little puppy man (he is covered in blood and viscera bc he just killed a man and brought him to you expecting praise)#like a cat bringing you dead birds and mice.
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crayfishcoffee · 11 months
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Sweet Religion Inverted
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i-do-not-mean-it · 1 year
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Дачки
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franklyimissparis · 3 months
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linda mccartney calling john lennon “duckie.” that’s all.
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samneric-ericnsam · 8 days
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Hellooooo kiddos… if you’re feeling up to it, you should talk all about what your lives were like before… everything. With the presumed drastic change from then to now, I hope you treat yourselves with excessive kindness! It’s certainly deserved.
(Also, if you please, let Ralph know that I’m proud of him. I simply think he needs to hear it.)
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“Oh- We don’t mind at all! It’s a little hard to recall everything since things have been a little blurred with all that’s happened. We spent a lot of time at school and didn’t see our parents much, since we really didn’t want to have to fill out the papers.”
“yeah, the papers were always such a difficulty to go through. But it really didn’t bother us much not seeing our parents, since it gave us more time to work on learning. we actually did quite well in school.”
“and we enjoyed our classes quite a bit! we were both in the orchestra, since our parents thought it to be beneficial to us.”
“I played the Violin and eric was on percussion. (i was second chair😁). we didn’t really see much of the boys in the island while in school, mostly just maurice and harold, since they shared a few classes with us.”
“Oh- and thank you so so much for what you said. we really try our best and we’re glad to hear that- though our best isn’t always too beneficial to others- still, grateful nonetheless!!”
“we also told ralph what you said and he appreciated it greatly! he even teared up a bit. he’s been dealing with the whole ordeal a little strange, but he’s been getting better lately.”
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heraldofcrow · 1 month
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Saint of Blood and Flora
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mahougif · 1 year
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sersh · 10 months
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TALIA RYDER Photographed by Stéphane Feugère for WWD at Cannes Film Festival 2023
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shkika · 9 months
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you know how if you bring a spear to moon in saint's campaign, she says you are too frail to use it?
i wonder how your saint might react to being told that
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He mostly uses spears to carry around multiple things at once like food and lanterns!
He's not going to deny the truth. His body is very weak , but it serves it's purpose.
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useless-catalanfacts · 6 months
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Making panellets, traditional marzipan sweets for the Catalan festivities of Castanyada (31st of October) and Tots Sants (All Saints’ Day, 1st of November).
Photo: Nito/Alamy Stock.
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saintbleeding · 1 year
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for the drawing prompts - a gerry finally getting a holiday? or, alternatively agnes and jack chatting and chilling :) [love your art btw, it's so cool!!!!!]
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[ID: Digital sketch of Gerry from TMA. He is a white man with long, box-dyed black hair with grown-out blonde roots, reclining in a blue-grey hammock. He wears a burnt orange shirt, sunglasses on top of his head, and black gauges in his ears. Visible on his knee and elbow are tattoos of eyes with multicoloured, spiralling patterns in the irises. His eyes are closed in a contented expression. End ID.]
don't @ him he's chillin!!!
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