#and beyond that

[starlitorchids]

pre-morrison talia mourning hours

[sevastiel]

Some doodle notes, and the thoughts that came with it!

Lately I’ve been struggling a bit to figure how to cross the bridge from where Guardian Spiral currently is to the ending I have planned. Where do I want to go specifically? What things from current Warframe do I want to add in, since my ending was conceptualized after Isleweaver? What can I focus on that still feels meaningful enough to write about?

Then I was thinking, and realized I might have gotten a bit lost in the ‘It’s gotta be grand enough to deserve all the kind things people say about it’ sauce.

At it’s core, Guardian Spiral has always been about exploring the healing process through the lense of these characters that I so dearly love. The narrative of it is also now extremely clear in its ending/overarching story, which means that all I really have to do is make the journey there something that feels real.

So the drifter’s finally got something concrete to tell them that they are loved and wanted. That’s great, but it isn’t the end of the process. Because unless you devour stars forever, your light will always fade with time. Unless… you learn to shine on your own.

What does it mean to love? And why bother in the first place?

Thus begins Guardian Spiral’s second half. See you all soon with something new, my friends!

[13rurururi]

For the Rest of Our Lives [Hayden x Farmer Smut]

c/w: cunnilingus, vaginal sex, oral sex, edging, etc. Summary:  Hayden and Ari continue to celebrate their wedding in bed.

Bliss courses through Hayden’s heart as he basks in the warmth of their wedding reception. He can hardly believe it: he’s a married man! Now and forever, he will spend the rest of his days with the love of his life, Ari. Speaking of his beloved farmer, he watches her from the other side of the inn’s counter, bombarded by hugs from her best friends with equally bright expressions. Lightly parting from an embrace with Celine, Ari’s gaze meets his. Gods, her gorgeous smile lights up her entire face, accentuated by a light dust of red across her cheeks. That’s his love. That’s his wife. Giddy with joy, he lets out another guffaw.

Landen takes the opportunity to sling an arm over Hayden’s shoulder, albeit with some effort due to the latter man’s stature. “Seems that you both still have a lot of excitement to go through later.” With a mischievous grin plastered on his face, the supposedly retired carpenter raises his brows teasingly. His expression was more fitting for an impish teenager, Hayden thinks; perhaps, the hot toddies got the best of him.

“Landen!” Hayden masks his embarrassment with a chuckle. “Seems that you had a lot more to drink than usual. I should go tell Ryis to make sure you don’t tumble on your way back home.” He hopes he effectively changes the subject, but Landen shakes his head comically as he turns to face the taller man.

“Now, now. You just had the most beautiful wedding this tiny old town has witnessed in decades. No need to be coy, Hayden. We’ll make sure to take care of the chores in the morning.” With a wink, Landen walks off toward Terithia and Errol. Suddenly, Hayden realizes why the man has a bolder air surrounding him. Whatever exciting romance occurring among those three surely seems to be benefitting from a post-wedding high. Do weddings really affect the mood this much?

Hayden is jolted away from his thoughts when he feels a chilly palm on his hand. Throughout any season, he would recognize the shape of her anywhere.

“Hello there,” Ari smiles so brightly that her eyes crinkle into pretty crescents, “my husband.” Hayden swears the last word she uttered was breathier than the others. He feels his heart tumble as his grin stretches across his face. Perhaps, he has been smiling so much to a point of soreness, but it is well worth it in showing a fraction of how ecstatic his heart feels to be bound with hers.

“My wife,” He feels out of breath, even more so when Ari’s lips part so slightly at his words. The shine in her eyes can bring him to his knees, and all she has to do is ask. Even with the bustle and chatter around them, it feels as if they are engulfed in their own bubble, souls dancing in sync as their celebratory party comes to a content resolution.

The newlyweds soon part ways with their friends, grateful for their presence that made a joyous day even more memorable. Despite the ever-so-industrious couple attempting to tidy up the tables, Hemlock ushers them to return home.

“I’ll handle the inn. Don’t you worry,” he pairs his words with a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye, reminiscing on his own wedding with Josephine. “You only get one wedding night, after all.”

Hand-in-hand, Hayden and Ari walk back to the south of town – back to a home they will embellish with new, wonderful memories. The chilly winter air tickles Hayden’s face, but he has always been resistant to the cold; on the other hand, his wife’s hand quivers slightly. Realizing this, he makes it his priority to get her to warmth as soon as possible. Ari, who proudly declares she knows him best, seemingly reads his thoughts and opts to snuggle closer to his big frame.

“No worrying too much on our wedding day, handsome!” She snickers in endearment, nuzzling her cheek onto his chest. Hayden’s heart quickens. No matter how long they have been together, he still feels terribly enamoured by her. And, he is certain that is how it will be for the rest of their lives.

A comfortable silence washes over them as they approach the entrance to their home. They stop by the porch, their faces illuminated by crystal-like lamps adorning the yard. Hayden brings a steady hand to Ari’s cheek, lightly rubbing her skin with his thumb. She looks hopelessly in love and absolutely beautiful.

“Feels a bit odd, don’t it? Everything’s changed, and yet…” He nearly loses track of his thoughts when he notices Ari’s gaze fall down his lips. “I’ve never felt more content or more comfortable. I suppose that’s what love is all about, huh?”

Ari raises her arms and tangles them around Hayden’s nape, bringing her body closer to his. It doesn’t feel cold anymore. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together to find out.” She presses a gentle kiss on his lips, and he returns the gesture with the same reverence.

Ari parts an inch away from him. “Are you tired?” It’s a simple question, loaded with so much weight that Hayden is willing to carry.

“I’m still full of vigor, if you ask me.” He feels his voice rasp. “But, the sooner I’m out of this suit, the happier I’ll be.” He smiles at the mischief that flashes in Ari’s face.

“Well, I’d be happy to get out of this dress, too.” She untangles herself from him, walking toward the door and turning the knob. Before fully entering the warmth of their home, she turns her head sideways, teasingly keeping her back on him. “Help me, please?”

Hayden has to remember to breathe. He lets out a huff laced with mirth, following his wife to the door and placing a firm hand on the small of her back. With a smirk tugging at his lips, he whispers into her ear, “Gladly.”

Ari turns her head to kiss him. This time, deeply yet languidly. She tugs him away from the door, and Hayden ensures it properly closes to keep the warmth inside. Still, his full attention is on her – her lips, her body, her heart. He is as hopelessly in love, if not more, and he plans on showing her just that.

His hands caress every curve of her, stopping right below the mound of her breasts. Ari notices this and whines into his mouth, tugging on his hair, loosening the simple ponytail he wore for the occasion. Hayden lets out a light chuckle as he pulls away, earning another defiant noise from his wife. He sits on the couch by the door, pulling her with him. Ari lets out a small gasp as she ends up sprawled over his lap, her long dress bunching up to her thighs.

“Getting impatient, are we?” He never thought of himself as a tease. Well, he never thought much of himself before her anyway. He was always so engulfed in farm work – isolated and lonely – that he began to put up walls that concealed his vulnerability from his companions in town. However, when he met Ari, it felt as if each carefully crafted shield was pushed down with a gentleness unbeknownst to him; now, here he is on their wedding night, face warm and heart pounding. He cannot discern the exact expression he is making, but he is certain Ari mirrors it with the same devotion and wanting.

“I love you, Hayden.” Her brilliant blue eyes are almost eclipsed by her dark irises. Hayden feels like his body is on fire. His heart is set ablaze with a love so eternal, and he feels himself almost lose the little bit of control he has left.

“I love you, Ari.” His hands trail up her waist as he finds himself placing gentle pecks on her shoulders. “So much.”

Ari shudders, not from the cold but from anticipation and need. “Hayden, please, I want to feel you.”

If it were any other night, Hayden would laugh heartily and bring her even closer to the edge, but it seems their desire for one another has been building up all evening. Oh well, he’ll consider it a wedding present for both of them. With that, he trails his calloused fingers to her back, stopping to fiddle at the hidden zipper that secured the dress onto her gorgeous form. Thankfully, Hayden has deft hands, and it took him little to no effort to loosen the zipper lock.

He hears Ari’s breath hitch on his ear, and he hopes his goosebumps are not too noticeable. He pulls down, slowly dragging the zipper inch-by-inch. He chuckles lightly when he feels Ari squirm on his lap but holds his breath when he feels her core brush over his tented crotch. At this rate, his romantic plans will be thrown out the window with how much he wants to rip her clothes off and make love to her right on the couch.

But, he musters the last of his restraint to push such thoughts away as he fully unzips her dress, the top piece of her garments falling limply on her bosom. Without a word, Ari brings her body closer to his, kissing him to send an unspoken yet clear message: I need you. Now.

Not one to defy his wife’s impatient requests, Hayden grabs a fistful of her delicate wedding dress and shoves it all the way down to her waist. He sighs as he feels the peaks of her breasts against his clothes. He brushes a thumb over her nipple, and she gasps. She has always been so adorably sensitive. He recalls their first few nights being intimate; he was always worried that he underestimated his strength and hurt her, but she assured him that she wanted to feel all of him – his strength not excluded.

She breaks the kiss and begins to unbutton his suit. “You’re incredibly handsome in these clothes, my husband.” Her words are hushed yet honest. “But, you’re even more handsome without them, so please–” She seems so earnest that he blushes and nods, helping her remove the many layers between them.

Soon enough, Hayden is shirtless, and despite the more dominant role he takes in the bedroom, he cannot help but feel bashful at how intensely Ari gazes over the strong muscles of his arms as she sprawls her hands over his soft stomach to his hard chest. He attempts to conceal how her touch alone can make his muscles twitch with longing. Gods, this woman will be the death of him.

In an attempt to reassume his lead in their erotic act, he teases her nipple with a pinch, and he shortly laughs at her yelp. Her cheeks redden further and she pouts while Hayden gently circles her tit with his thumb as an apology. Although, this only seems to build up her frustration even more, her face contorting into pleasure as she pleads, “Hayden, stop teasing your wife and just touch me where I need you!”

Hayden laughs as if he isn’t bringing his spouse to lustful shambles. “Aww, my wife is so cute. Already such a beautiful mess for me, and I haven’t even gotten to your pussy yet.” He really can’t help but elicit reactions from her. “What do you want me to do, my wife?”

“Hayden!” Ari whines in both frustration and pleasure as Hayden engulfs her breast with his mouth, flicking her nipple with his tongue.

“Hmm?” Hayden prompts her again, muffled and still taking his time with leaving marks on her supple mounds.

Ari cries, “Please touch me, Hayden! Make love to me!”

Hayden supposes that’s enough teasing for his bride, and he pushes himself off of the couch, carrying Ari with him. Body aches be damned. He doesn’t even feel them with how laser-focused he is on making this an unforgettable night with his wife. Love truly is something wonderful.

Ari gasps and clings onto him as they pass by the dining area and into their now-shared bedroom. He gently places her on the plush mattress, finding himself stunned by her beauty. There she is with her long locks of platinum hair tousled into the bed, chest heaving slightly in anticipation. Hayden removes the heap of a wedding dress that concealed Ari’s bottom half, leaving her in nothing but lacy white underwear.

He has to remind himself not to stare for too long.

“All for me, my love?” He mentally shoos away the shyness rushing into his heart. He is deeply, undoubtedly in love with this woman.

“I’m a lucky man.” He admits, like the many other times he admitted such an adoring statement.

“Then show me how lucky you are.” Ari’s words may seem like a jest, but her enamoured expression is betraying her. Hayden pulls her to the edge of the bed, her legs placed on either side of his head.

“Of course, my wife.” He gradually pulls himself closer to her, biting the hem of the lacy garment and pulling it downwards. He feels Ari stiffen and opts to tenderly squeeze her thigh. He uses his free hand to bend her knees and fully strip the final piece of cloth from his wife’s body. Gazing down at her in sheer adoration, he cannot help but notice how wet she has become.

He groans so lightly, it is almost a sigh. “You’re so beautiful, my gorgeous wife.” Ari’s cheeks gain color and she arches her back, pleading once more, “Hayden, I can’t wait any longer.”

Hayden, eyes dilated with a mixture of love and insatiable longing, no longer laughs. Instead, he kneels and whispers another bout of praise that adds onto the heat of Ari’s body. Without wasting another second, he places a kiss on her slit – chaste and sweet. But, he cannot resist any longer as he finds himself starved for the entirety of her.

He uses his thumbs to spread her wide, humming in arousal over the wetness that coats her. Ari’s moans are anything but reserved as he flattens his tongue against her folds and moves toward her clit at an achingly slow pace. He repeats this torturously lewd motion for a few moments, and tears begin to form at the corners of her tightly shut eyes. Ari quietly mutters something about being close; Hayden knows he could have helped her reach her zenith, but against his merciful thoughts, he ceases his ministrations.

“Hayden, what–” Her complaints are abruptly interrupted as she feels him push his thick finger inside of her, curling it just right that she screams. “Hayden!”

Her moans do nothing but encourage Hayden to add another finger. He pumps them in deeply, then retracts so slowly that Ari thrashes with pleasure. Her hiccups and yelps only grow louder when he runs circles around her clit with his tongue. His pace is steady, yet her pleasure is only reaching new heights.

Hayden, already hard with pent-up arousal, feels his cock twitch when Ari pushes herself closer to him, taking his fingers much deeper than before. With the way she is squirming and crying, Hayden knows she is seeing stars. She must be close.

While keeping his rhythm steady, he purses his lips around her clit and sucks. Ari reacts so loudly, she instinctively kicks a leg in the air. Hayden steals a glance at his wife. Her pleas are jumbled and incoherent, body arching off the bed and hands digging into the duvet. She is absolutely stunning.

Never can he imagine a life without this woman as his lover; a world devoid of his Ari is one he regards as a cruel nightmare. A sentimental strip of thoughts dance around his mind: from the very first day she arrived in Mistria to each moment blessed by her radiance, he felt a blooming love that is pure and undeniable. A flutter of adoration reverberates through his being; in turn, his fingers thrust deeper and he laps at her sensitive spots with greater devotion.

And, when he feels her pulse around his fingers, her thighs tightening against the sides of his face, he knows she has reached her first climax of the night. Her cries fade into short gasps that make way for content panting. Hayden removes himself from between her legs and lies down next to her on the bed.

“You alright, my love?” He removes a strand of hair sticking on her face, placing a kiss on her damp temple.

Ari sluggishly opens her eyes and sighs. “I feel amazing.”

Her relaxed expression shifts to one of surprise when Hayden places his fingers – coated with her arousal and release – onto her mouth.

“I’m glad.” He smirks, pressing his lips against his fingers that were still against her parted mouth. “Our wedding night is not over yet, my wife.” He removes his fingers away from her and kisses her wet lips. “Tastes good, don’t it?”

Ari looks at him in both bewilderment and with a newly budding dew of arousal. Hayden chuckles lightheartedly; he remembers when he first shocked her with this side to him. With his jovial and gentlemanly nature, no one expects the big and kind farmer to be so playful in bed, not even Ari. Regardless, it was a pleasant surprise she has admitted to enjoying quite a lot. Little does she know, he notes every little thing she supplies and keeps it engraved in his heart that beats strongly for her, solely her.

“You are such a tease.” She tries to look reprimanding but instead finds herself reaching for his trousers, cupping a hand over his arousal before moving to unbutton his pants.

“Ari," Hayden swallows a groan from such a small yet impactful action from his wife. "You have known for many seasons how I don’t tire easily, especially when it comes to you.”

Ari is flustered but keeps her gaze at his pants, hurriedly tugging them down and leaving Hayden in his boxers. Kneeling on the bed, she haphazardly throws his clothing on the floor and straddles his thighs. Hayden’s cock twitches and Ari swallows a moan.

“Of course, I can’t have my husband sleep like this.”

She moves her hips against his aching tent and Hayden throws his head back with a groan. His hands fly to her waist, taking up so much space with his wide palms.

“Ari,” he murmurs. “What will you do about that, then?”

She only offers a sly smirk as she removes his undergarments damp with a spot of precum, releasing his impressive length. Hayden watches her move her hips toward his shin, angling herself to properly lick her tongue from his shaft to his cockhead. He hisses behind gritted teeth and shuts his eyes. It seems his wife wants an eye for an eye for all the edging he has done.

Ari appears to be driven by a desire for payback as she pushes her crotch against his leg, gliding her pussy over his shin for each tiny lick on her husband’s dick. Her moans gain volume as her sensitive clit drags over Hayden’s firm legs.

Hayden feels as if he is losing all semblance of rationality, yet he cannot bring himself to stop her – not yet – not when she is looking oh, so magnificently hot, like she’s in heat all for him. His leg feels damp with how much Ari is dripping, and his cock stiffens with each squelch and pitchy noise his darling wife is making. Despite how quickly she is coming undone once again, Ari hardly pays attention to his aching cock, too focused on maintaining the rhythm of grinding on her husband’s leg, pressure building rapidly.

His exercise of patience completely shrivels away when Ari takes his girthy cock as deep as she can, boldly sucking once and retreating, shamelessly dangling a much-needed release over Hayden’s face. That’s it.

Tightening his grip on her waist, he props her closer to his length, interrupting her fleeting sense of an upper hand. Hayden feels himself grin at the gasp he elicits from Ari, his hands still firmly digging into her plush skin.

“Had enough fun, my love?” He drags her body even closer, feeling her quiver in what he knows is from anticipation. He watches her teary eyes shift from looking at him with faux defiance to staring at his erect member, her expression brimming with desire.

She stays silent, only inhaling sharply when Hayden easily lifts her over his hard cock, teasingly once again. He drops her slightly, allowing her hot slit to brush the head for a split second before breaking all contact entirely. She wriggles in hopes of feeling him on her once again, but Hayden’s years of carrying bulky sacks of animal feed has only done him favors in bed.

“Ari,” He repeats the motion, bringing her down and allowing her to feel the slightest stretch of her folds before positioning her to hover over his cock. “Tell me how you want the rest of our wedding night to go.” He does it again, and she relents.

“Please,” she wails at the heat building up in her lower half as Hayden drags her body over his length. “I want you–” A moan cracks through her brittle composure. “I need you inside me, Hayden.”

Hayden ceases his torturous edging and hums. In truth, despite how composed Hayden tries to seem with Ari all helpless and pliable, his heart cannot resist those big, teary eyes that beg for him to be sheathed inside her. After all, he is wholly and deeply in love with her; he’d give her the world if she asked.

“Alright,” a softer tone envelops Hayden’s response. “Alright, my love.”

Effortlessly, Hayden pushes Ari onto her back, the mattress sinking like clouds around her trembling figure. He cages her with his muscular, scarred arms that he used to only see as essential tools for farmwork and feeding the town.

With Ari, every part of him feels love. With her, he began recognizing himself outside of his lonesome, redundant days. He began seeing a life shared with her – bright, joyous, and warm. Gradually, the tingle of emptiness dissipated and made room for her boundless love.

Staring intently into her eyes, he hopes he conveys such emotions without a single word. And, when Ari reaches his face to wipe a stray tear he does not even recall shedding, he knows he successfully did so.

He bends down and kisses her tenderly, slinging one arm under her right thigh, pushing it outwards for a stretch that makes Ari moan deeply into his mouth.

Hayden parts from their kiss, only to remind her, “I love you.” Not a single day will pass without her knowing this through both his words and actions.

He knows she feels the same when she responds breathlessly, blissful noises escaping her as he slowly pushes his length inside her warmth. He stays unmoving for a moment, reveling at the woman he now calls his wife, the brilliant sun in his sky.

She embraces him and pulls him in deeper, making his focus waver as he senses himself approach his own high. Their hearts pound in sync, and a cacophony of skin-on-skin contact and hushed confessions of unconditional devotion fill the room.

Without missing a single beat, Hayden reaches for her clit, bringing Ari right over the edge. And, when he pushes both her legs up into the air, he hits a part of her that makes her scream out prayers that feel like music to his ears.

“My gorgeous wife,” No words can ever encapsulate the love he feels for her, but he’ll say it anyway. “I love you.”

“You have my heart for the rest of our lives.” He pounds deeply into her, feeling himself stagger and grit his teeth when she squeezes tighter. “And even beyond that.”

Ari can only reply with meek whimpers and silent gasps, but the way she looks at him is enough to relay how she shares the same sentiment; after all, their hearts dance as one, entangled not only by fate but by their very beings.

Hayden feels her release; it shakes her to her core, making her entire body tremble and twitch with an overflowing bounty of emotions. Soon, he follows suit, grunting out his wife’s name as he fills her.

Hayden pulls out his softening length and gives himself a handful of seconds to admire the mess they made. His arms feel unsteady, but he ensures to not crush her with his weight, carefully lying down beside Ari and dragging gentle fingers through her messy strands.

“You okay, Ari?” His heart leaps when Ari burrows her head into his neck, mumbling a sound that sounds like a ‘yes’. He smiles warmly when he feels her trace tiny hearts on his bicep and back.

“I love being your wife.” Ari’s muffled voice fills the silence of the winter night.

Hayden, taken aback by this, laughs wholly against his wife’s naked body.

“We’ve only been married for a few hours!”

“I know,” she shuffles her head away from her makeshift nest and pouts at him, endearment swimming in her eyes. “And, I know I’ll only love it more and more with each passing day.”

Hayden feels himself melt despite the chilly weather. Ari can do the impossible, after all.

“I feel the same.” With a kiss on her forehead, Hayden attempts to untangle himself from Ari’s embrace to get a towel but is met with more of her limbs pinning him down.

“We can clean ourselves up tomorrow…” She tries to hide a playful grin. “Preferrably in the bath, after we do our chores–” Her eyes widen and she gasps in recollection, “Oh, the animals! We might not get enough sleep!”

“Don’t you worry,” Hayden chuckles, smoothening out the cute crinkle between her brows. “Landen said he and the others can take care of that.”

“The others? You mean Errol and Terithia, right?” The gossip inside Ari peeks out. “You have to tell me what’s up with those three, seriously!”

Hayden can only laugh, feeling nothing but warmth and love orbit his heart,

“I will, I will! But, not tonight, alright?”

He pulls her closer to him, engulfing her in an embrace that makes Ari feel a sense of certainty they have both longed for their entire lives.

“We have the rest of our lives to spend together, after all."

Now and forever, it is theirs to keep.

[c0zmo-writes]

@possum-quesadilla

HAPPY BLUE APPRECIATION DAY!!!

LOVE YOU BLUE!!!!!

[woodruids]

much to say about this line of dialogue in which (presumably resistant) durge says to him, "i'm not much of a hero... those i look after seem to end up dead." to which halsin replies, "death is nature's final slumber- it awaits us all. do not punish yourself over those lost, or give in to despair- not while there are still folk in need of your help."

and honestly knowing halsin's background, that's... an interesting thing for him to say. especially since he suffers from much self loathing and imposter's syndrome as he's consumed with guilt with lives lost due to the shadow curse (which, in my current canon was in/directly caused by him), going so far as to leaving the entire grove in someone else's hands to chase some hack leads in their greatest time of need.

time and time again, he's punished himself for the past. time and time again, he's given into despair. it manifests through his implied alcoholism, through his own self isolation. through keeping his glaive, sorrow, so close even though he can no longer stand to look at it.

there's so many ways in which halsin kind of.. traps himself in his own grief that he doesn't truly free himself from until after the curse is lifted. and so, at this point in which he meets tav for the first time and comforts and empathizes with them with these words- it's just interesting to me. because halsin truly believes this sentiment to be true, but it's easier to console another than believe he is capable of such freedom.

[antimatteruniverse]

No, fuck it though. I am a gem, I am a peach, and and anyone that doesn’t see that can suck it! I’m tired of taking responsibility for others, I can objectively say I think I’m okay, and I’m trying, and that’s all anyone can do.

[innerwolfbillionaire]

So... Apart from money and wolves, what else fo you guys happen to like? Holo the Wise Wolf? Yeah, I don't just like her too, I LITERALLY LOVE HER.

I love her. If my love for her could be displayed in some physical way, it'd be some infinitely running Lazer pointed up at the sky at an EXACT point where there is no interference(be that a star, a planet, a meteor, a space cloud of some type, NOTHING). "I love her to the moon and back" WOULD NOT BE ENOUGH. IT GOES WAYY WAYYY WAYYYY... FURTHER THAN THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!