#dyn tbt.

[wuyoob]

i rlly love the idea that wuya was the " weird friend who doesn't go to school with us but we hang out anyway and it's great " type.

[acesleuth]

@frenzie asked: 💋 ok. yknow 💅

          Luocha  was  many  ...  many  things.  And  he  found  himself  thinking  about  those  things  more  often  than  he'd  like  to  admit.  Wondering  at  times  if  these  thoughts  were  really  just...  deeper  feelings  without  a  real  name  to  them.  Good  hearted,  patient,  understanding,  and  extremely  dependable.  Of  course  we're  not  going  to  get  into  the  physicality  of  his  opinions-  like  how  disarmingly  beautiful  he  is  but.  No that's not  important  right  now.  No  it  was  that  dependability  that  has  Ashveil  more  excited  than  usual.  It's  why  he  kisses  him;  a  sudden,  firm,  press  of  lips.  Emphasized  by  a  fanged  smile,  and  hands  cupping  his  cheeks.  Normally,  such  an  action  is  preluded  by  '  i'm  so  happy  i  could  kiss  you  right  now!  '  but  he  skipped  that  part.  They've  done  more  than  that,  more  than  this  ... 

... so he's hardly embarrassed.

"  You  have no idea what this means-  "  he  says,  still  holding  his  face  in  both  hands.  And  ...  as  if  intending  to  make  up  for  the  first,  he  kisses  him  again.  Though  it  is  much  more  gentle.  Before  he  slips  away,  and  takes  what  it  is  he's  been  given.  To  pin  it  up  on  his  wall.  "  I've  been  trying  to  find  evidence  connecting  these  two  leads  for  months-  ahhh,  how'd  you  even  get  this?  "

kisses yeeeah / tentatively accepting

[edensrib]

live footage of odie and @paladinslays

[hatefooled]

@remembranced asked: [ SLIP ] and yes, Jeri can feel Everything ala sensory acid trip—

It isn't that he doubts the abilities of the memo keepers, or the like. He knows now what they're capable of- especially after Clear's previous display. Showing him that it is possible to tap into memory for the sensation he's missing. Then it was more or less a reminder of home. A little painful, but it did more good than bad. Made him feel human again- for just a moment. This though, begins as warmth in his face, along his cheeks and his nose. Nothing too strange- he's been flustered before, and his body can mimic the feeling of embarrassment enough to fool him.

Any doubt, any at all, is gone the moment he feels him push closer. His mind and his body are, catching up so to speak, with the spreading heat. A curl in his gut, where tubes and wires push fuel through his body. Pressure between his legs, where clear's hand presses gently at first, then more firm. There's nothing there, he's been this way for a decade at least... he knows. And yet, their palm has his breath catching, surprised that it very much so feels like something is there.

" Now h-hold up... " metal hand grips around his wrist, but doesn't make any move to stop him. It's just a surprise, and he's a bit at war with himself on how that makes him feel. His other arm moves to rest over one of Clear's shoulders, leaning close enough to bump his head against the others. " Take it... uh- take it slow. It's been a while y'know. " years, actually, many of them. " A long while..."

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 // accepting

[solvina-archive]

[comfort] Lacie to Aymeric... Maybe when he loses his adoptive parents?

so this is grief,  in all its boundless fury :  a tide pulling him under while he fights to stay afloat.  meanwhile,  the world goes on.  the snow falls heavier than usually,  piling atop the gold-lined caskets that mark the grave.  the headstone already looks in disrepair,  have frosted.  everything survives too long in ishgard.  nothing survives long enough.

it is hard to put a finger to the pulse without making it a flaying,  but he tells in little ways,  even if his face is dry.  the twists of his fingers,  the restlessness.  he stays just until the funerary rites,  and flees before anyone can get ahold of him.  if he confesses the depths of his grief,  he fears he will be swallowed by it,  so instead he throws himself into work.  there is always something that needs be done,  something that needs his attention,  and these days,  he is all to happy to comply.

that is the tragic scene she comes upon.  he,  half-dazed in his sleeplessness,  the bags under his eyes dark as he works himself to death to avoid the topic.  the estate is cold and quiet,  until he sees her standing there.  he feels like a limb,  separated;  a tourniqet tight around his chest.  her presence is an uncomfortable shock of blood flow,  the discomfort of reawakening;  not unwelcome,  but unexpected.

“  lacie.  “  he says,  instead of any amount of things he could say,  starting with any number of pleasantries he’s known since birth.  instead,  he remains frozen,  half out of sync with the rest of the world.  it seems an age,  where he can’t find the words,  before she takes mercy on him.  the distance between them shrinks before he can recover,  and her arms close ‘round his waist,  her head resting just against his ribcage.  he freezes,  his hands suspended in the air above her shoulders,  shocked back into existence with the warmth of her.

then,  he very gently shatters,  closing around her lightly,  and then tightening once.  finally,  somewhere safe to remember he is mortal.  to remember the grief.  it is a silent flood,  but a flood all the same,  and she remains there with him through the deluge.

[solvina-archive]

❝ I can be charming. I charmed you, didn’t I? ❞ / kor to thancred

let it not be said that he is a bad liar,  for there is only a moment  --  brief and swift  --  where his mouth twists into disagreement before it is a blindingly bright smile.  he has been gone awhile,  hasn’t he?  it has been a long,  treacherous climb,  back to somewhere safe,  somewhere warm,  but they are there,  and things feel so achingly simple and new.  his arm curves around her shoulder with dramatic resplendence,  dodging easily the half-hearted swipe of claws she gives him  (  a test,  but he ever likes the spilling of blood  ).

“  certainly,  you did.  “  there must’ve been something off in his inflection  --  the look she gives him is scalding,  but he answers only in light.  a gentle touch of his thumb to the corner of her mouth,  a softness that tells more than anything else might.  for all his skill in words,  it only ever serves as smokescreen.  “  but  --  i’m afraid not everyone has my proclivities.  “

this time,  he does make haste to dodge her claws,  in a quick rustle of coats as he heads to their man,  looking dark and brooding at the edge of the tavern.  his wave over his shoulder is bleeding with self-satisfaction.

“  i will speak to him.  “

[crowshrine]

[ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard

            He  seizes  her  quite  easily...  yes  four  arms  will  grant  him  that.  But  despite  the  disadvantage,  Wuya  does  her  best  to  squirm  away.  "  You  will listen  to  me-  "  getting  one  hand  free,  only  for  his  own  to  snatch  it.  And  in  a  matter  of  moments  he  has  her  in  a  hold  she  cannot  pry  herself  free  from.  Nestling  her  in  his  lap,  with  at  least  one  hand  still  free  to  do  whatever  he  likes.

So  she  doesn't.  She  stills  herself,  though  remains tense-  prepared  at  a  moments  notice.  贱人  (  bitch  )  ...  she  thinks.  But  doesn't  say  it,  only  frowns.  In  truth  Wuya  doesn't  even  recall  precisely  what  it  was  that  made  her  angry.  Only  that  she  was  prepared  to  turn  this  afternoon  into  another  match.

She  turns  her  head,  prepared  to  continue  —  only  for  him  to  use  another  hand  to  take  hold  of  her  face.  Turning  it  back,  so  he  can  press  his  mouth  to  her  own.  It  isn't  forceful  or  pressing.  It  just  is...  and  it  does  well  to  quiet  her.  Has  her  leaning  into  it,  before  slipping  a  hand  between  their mouths.

"  You're  very lucky...  "  she  says  against  the  back  of  her  hand.  Not  bothering  to  elaborate  any  further,  as  she  abandons  any  intent  she  has  to  fight  him. And sinks into his lap, head tilting down now. Making herself comfortable.

ways to kiss. / @hungermaw

[crowshrine]

❛  if anyone asks, tell them i won't let you leave me.  ❜ ( wrong blog but from yx.... )

          Yixuan  plasters  himself  to  her,  as  per  usual.  Insatiable  for  anything  she  can  give  him,  any  affection,  any  contact.  And  Wuya  melts  against  him  every  single  time,  loathe  to  leave  him  (  to  let  HIM  leave  ).  Of  course-  they  both  have  their  duties.  Hers  are  perhaps  less  rooted  in  necessity  than  his  own,  but  no  less  important.  Promises  to  be  made,  gifts  to  be  given.  She  squirms  slightly,  and  his  hold  grows  more  firm  in  turn.  Mouth  brushing  against  the  curve  of  her  jaw,  words  spoken  against  her  ear.

"  Tsk.  "  a  hand  coming  up  to  curl  her  palm  beneath  his  jaw.  Thumb  pressing  into  the  softness  of  his  cheek.  Cooing  as  she  turns  her  head  to  see  him  pout.  "  Fine.  "  conceding  easily-  knowing  fully  way  he's  abusing  his  pretty  face  by  looking  at  her  like  that.  "  But  if  they  give  you  trouble  for  it,  don't  cry  to  me.  "  humming  a  soft  note,  as  she  closes  the  small  distance  to  give  him  a  kiss.

love & deepspace / @xianqu