#akunyan

[jackintheponeyofdiamonds]

Life can be harsh, it can be bitter, but we can make it oh so sweet ~

Here’s Cassandra Pentaghast from DA:I with the adorable costume of the HoneyBee Inn from FF7R. 

A birthday gift for my dear @akunyan  ❤️ 

[devilreno]

@akunyan​ // From here.

I’m so used to Reno x Tifa and Reno x Aeirth (or just all straight ships with Reno in general) And then there are-- Cloud.  👌 Rufus.  🔥 ... Zack?  🐶 And lowkey Rude too.  😎 And my Reno is confused af.

[phantomarchive]

akunyan replied to your post: ncvabcrn replied to your post: ...

im dead what a cute

RIGHT? He is just so handsome, look at him <3 He gets love from you, too.

[strfe-a]

@akunyan​ asked:  Soft grunts filled the room, occasionally interrupted with verbal exclamations and sighs, fingers grasped onto the sheets, as Aniyan retained the blond pinned gently to the bed with one knee. Bare hands picked up the traces of silk fabric to tighten the corset lacing, an ambiguous smile graced his lips, whilst words escaped in a hushed whisper, eloquently with affection pronouncing the male's name. "No one said it would be easy, Cloud."

    ONE WOULD THINK  an ex-SOLDIER, steeled over through years of combat  /  training, would find something as medially unpleasant as having a corset tied hardly worth getting up in arms about. perhaps it is the unfamiliarity of the sensation  (  ——  MORE LIKELY ,  the sheer mortification of being put in this situation  )  that has him grunting in complaint with every other tug of lace.  ‘ is this really necessary ? ’  he ponders to himself, irritably. supposes there’s no point in complaining more than he has, already.  “ i,  ugh   ——  “

    his words are  cut short ,  the breath from his lungs stifled momentarily. fingers grasp at the sheets beneath him,  &  the softness;  unfamiliar, sensation to his hands is oft suppressed by a sheet of leather, does bring him some begrudging comfort.  ‘ it’s to save tifa ... ’  he reminds himself. ——  can’t help but inwardly curse aerith, in that moment. his brows draw together to form a scowl, at the wordless acknowledgement: it was he who refused to let her go alone.  “ how long is this gonna take ? ”  he groans, an irritable heap of purple and black.

[godwinged]

akunyan replied to your post: i could write. or i could continue to icon and cry...

[ forget face… his LIPS are illegal, i want to punch him :| ]

did someone say LIPS

[architectofhope]

@akunyan​  “Hasn’t this company done enough damage already?”

  He was uncertain if the man in front of him knew how much that comment stung for him to hear in particular, but regardless Reeve would persist — gently. 

  “I’m not here on behalf of Shin-Ra, I’m here on behalf of the people of the Slums.” It was a feeble attempt at best, for he knew how the underplaters felt about men in suits coming down from on high to enact change. Empty promises, honeyed words masking dubious intent. Reeve did not know if he could separate himself from such associations, but he wanted to try.

  “The people on the ground floor will listen to you, Aniyan. You and the other influencers down here who live alongside them. If I’m to be of any help to these people I need the support of faces they know and trust,” he tipped his head toward the other, glancing between his eyes. 

  “Can I count on you to be my voice?”

[archadespirate-aa]

akunyan replied to your post: akunyan replied to your post: ...

but i remember your previous words, dont play coy.. try your luck in three years ;)

          “I complimented you by saying I wouldn’t mind a suit like that.”

[strfe]

@akunyan​ sent:   Two bodies brushed against each other in a rhythmic tempo accompanied by dulcet tunes to soothe the hearing, a bare hand rested on Cloud's torso to retain his back close to own chest, whilst with the other hand the man held their fingers intertwined. The hot breath ghosted over the boy's neck, utterly vulnerable spot at that very moment prompted Aniyan to deliberately exhale to beget shivers down the other's skin. A contented smile did not escape his lips, such proximity was always titillating, as measured sways proceeded their not so innocent dance late at night. 

    IT’S JUST A DANCE,  something he’s found himself repeating quite often as of late. like a mantra;  a denial of what it is that aniyan is perhaps trying to express to him. every dance is special, in tune with a feeling   ——  MANY FEELINGS,  and this time is no different. different, only, in that it conveys something unique. his own body moves in a way that the other leads, still a little clumsy  &  reliant upon aniyan’s body to guide him. he doesn’t think too much of it, at first;  how a hand settles over his chest, brushing against a timeworn scar.

    how fingers entangle in his own, and his form is held close to the brunette’s.  ‘ closer than usual... ’  he notices. makes attempt to shake off.  it’s no different than usual,  cloud argues with himself;  tries to rationalise.  (  rationale, too, whispering truths that he so obdurately tries to undermine in his hazy, dishevelled mind.  )  it’s when hot breath meets the back of his neck that cloud falters, body oft so tense becoming subconsciously lax in aniyan’s grasp. his head turns ever so slightly, gaze flickering to the side.  ‘ did he... mean to ? ’

    opting to pretend  as though goosebumps aren’t dotting his pale flesh, the mercenary furrows his brows slightly  &  continues to follow the movements he is guided to perform. knowing now is no time for words, cloud instead curls his fingers. subtle, slight...  as though inquiring through soft touches if aniyan means for this dance to come across as intimately as it does.  ‘ i’m overthinking...  right ?  i’ve gotta be. ’  just isn’t used to it.