just a little drabble that I thought of. I hope you enjoy :)
What’cha ya doing? Said ace watching me put henna on my face to make tiny little freckles
“Trying to match with you,” i said, grinning
"Oh, really now,” he said, walking up behind me and cupping my face softly, making sure not to smudge the henna while giving me a small peck on the lip and sat down beside me and started to play with my hair
"Hmm, i was wondering if you could do some cool tattoo design with that,” said Ace, looking curiously at the henna in my hand
I looked at him amused and smirked
“Why not come here?" i said, holding his hand and guiding him down to sit beside me
I softly traced his hand and slowly and steadily dragged my henna across his hand, making sure to get each line and curve right. The fresh sea breeze blew my hair out of my face and swayed my tiny jhumkas.
“Your hands are so pretty, you know,” i said, looking at my half-done henna design on his hands
"Hmm, i dont think its my hands; it's my little firefly who made em’ pretty,” he said proudly, grinning like an idiot
I chuckled and tucked my hair behind my ear and continued to decorate his hands with love and affection. I want him to know that each of these lines and curves were a small guide to our love, leading us to each other to be with each other and never to let go even if fate led us apart.
To love one another because there is no certainty of tomorrow and there never will be in such a life. Maybe in the next one, when we are stars in the sky, we’d dip off into the dreamy night shining as we slowly turn into star dust chasing after each other's light.
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"Hey, its so cool,” said Ace, talking to Marco, showing off his new "tattoo.”
"Hmm, quite nice. Who made it?” marco said, inspecting the design, amused by the new art form
“Who do you think?” said ace with a deadpan look on his face
Marco looked at him and chuckled
“My pretty girl, of course,” said ace proudly
showing of his hands to ever crew member he could find,
I just heard from afar and looked at his hands, and a small smile tugged my lips as I saw the deep brown shades cover his hand. I smiled, knowing darker the henna, the deeper our love ran through our veins.
Possible BG3 Spoilers so if you didn't finish the game don't read ahead
He plagues me and his beautiful face is just too much
It was hard to sleep even though your eye lids were heavy. Even though the soft lullabye of the trees overhead sang a sweet calming rhythm.
You couldn't let sleep take you when there was so much you wanted to say, do with the man beside you. The night was a calm one and one that lead you both inside his quaint little tent. Your camp was set just outside the city, ready to face whatever horrors were waiting. But, you wanted one last night to yourself, with him.
"You should really get some sleep darling. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." He hummed, his voice laced with the heaviness of the day you both had. You had finally made it to Cazardo's castle, and just being outside of it made his stomach churn. He wasn't sure what was waiting him on the inside, and he had a plan.... But, he knew nothing would prepare him for the true monstruous things to come.
Was he to ascend in his master's place? Would be just be thrown back into the kennels, beaten and broken again by Godey's evil intentions? Begging for scraps and clawing his way back out of the hell he once knew? Nothing but fighting for a way out of his own mind to gain control over his own self once more?
Your fingers run along the creased line between his brows as you take in his expression. He was worried. He was... Terrified but you knew he would never voice it out loud. You would be lying if you didn't feel the same. If you went into this together and you came out of it without him, you weren't sure what you would do. Throw yourself at Cazador and beg him to make you a spawn so you would at least share the misery of entirety.
"I'm worried too..." You breath softly as his red eyes look to you. His fingers had been slowly grazing up and down your side since the campfire died down. The glow of light only left from the moon above and a small candle beside your makeshift oasis. Those talented fingers stop short to your statement. He had praised himself on being hard to read but since meeting you and sharing you he had become trasnpartent, if only to just you.
"Worried is... Well Darling, that's an understatement." He sighed, his eyes drifting back up to watch the clouds pass by the large moon.
"If something is to happen..." Your voice catches in your throat. You didn't want to voice it out loud. The thought of losing him had worried your mind since walking over the Gate and now you were staring down the barrel of it. Of the possibility that he would be gone to you. "Astarion... If something happens..."
"Shh..." His hand cups your cheek, leading you to lay back over his body. Your hand lifts to his perfect face. The hard lines and shape of his jaw. The curve of his nose and wonderous valleys of his lips. Those lips that have made you sing boundless expression of ecstasy. Those lips that touched yours ever so softly, gently, with a warmness that they took on only after he fed from you. That warmth that swallowed you both whole as he quieted your thoughts the only way he could.
You attempted to push against him, you had things you needed to say, that he needed to hear but, all words and meaning were silenced by those lips.
He pushed you back against the pillows, soft and plush as his hard body lined yours. Every divot and line of him burying you deep within the softness of fabric. His scent surrounding you, suffocating you so lovely that you couldn't remember what you had intended to say. The worry still lingering in your mind, taunting you, but all you knew was to hold onto him. Your hands reaching for him, Your fingers grasping his silver locks as his mouth opened upon yours. His tongue daring to pass between yours as a slow, steady moan left his chest to the inferno he entered.
"He can't have you." You breathe, his mouth finally allowing you a breath, trailing down the slope of your throat. "I'll die before I let him... You're mine." You feel the growl and ferocity of your words as they vibrate through your chest. The sounds scares you, awakens something you didn't know you could possess. The torment your mind has created of losing him to his Master, to that horror and hell he fought so hard to rid himself of became too much. Tears sting in the corner of your eyes and he lifts himself to look at you below him. A small, sad smile lifting to his heartbreakingly beautiful face.
"I am yours..." He breathes. "I will never be his again Darling..." His face dips back to the pulse of your neck. His own personal heaven. His own personal hell. The balance of keeping you here with him forever and watching as you slowly fade away. Days pass and your life continues while his stays frozen. He would want nothing more than to share forever with you, but would that make him just as his Master? A monster that takes what they want, other wills be damned?
"I shouldn't have... You don't belong to anyone... I didn't mean it like that..." You stammer as the smile, once sad and shallow slowly lifts brighter to his face.
"You are mine Darling, so I would hope that I would be yours. I... I want to be yours..." He allows himself to say. Slow, breathless as his eyes dance over your own. The bright cast of the moon behind him making his hair to look like a halo. Your own personal angel that will drag you into the depths of hell and back out. For you, or for him... It didn't matter anymore as long as you shared it together.
"You're mine Astarion. Until one of us breathes our last breath... And I'll be damned if that last breath is breathed tomorrow..."
“Should we really be sitting back and letting them do all the work?” exclaimed Zen in a panic.
Soldiers were coming from all over the place but his Water and Fire masters seemed to be taking care of the lot of them.
Mitsuhide watched on with intrigue and Kiki had a satisfied smile upon her lips. The three of them stood side by side, leaning against the stone wall at the entrance to the Earth nation.
“We shouldn’t interrupt, Zen. This is one of the rare times when they’re not disagreeing on something,” said Kiki’s stern voice.
He looked over to her, standing with her feet a shoulder width apart, her back as straight as a board with her arms folded over her chest.
Zen was shocked to find that her lips were curled up into a ghost of a smile.
Over in the battlefield, they could all hear and see water and fire zipping around the city.
“Ow!” snapped Obi, his back against Shirayuki’s and she glanced up at him.
“Sorry, I miss-judged one of my ice blades,” she said with a smirk on her face.
He turned his head to glare down at her. “Really, I find that hard to believe, Miss. Is that payback for my prank this morning?”
Obi heard her growl and it made him smirk too.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” she began when Obi suddenly grasped her shoulders and they fell to the ground. He pressed her flat to the ground with his larger body as a long spear was hurled in their direction, flying over the top of them.
She could feel every inch of him against her from his well built torso to his toned legs and even what she assumed was his...
“Stay focused, will you?” he whispered in her ear, getting off of her quickly, pulling her to her feet with him. He ignored her scowl as both Masters went back to doing what they did best.
We’re doing stages of grief out of order actually -> depression was first and now im gonna uselessly rage
(In relation to bllk ch 298 below. I’ve accepted the outcome btw feel free to ignore)
The entire goddamn Isagi Assist Team [including KIYORA????] got wayyy higher bids than Nagi and im fucking wksksjwjwksnsna. Actually most of them put in the work im just pissed KIYORA got put in for one ☝️ fucking game and a half-baked flashback origin story and bc he’s on a winning team he got a high enough bid to still be representing Japan. He made. ☝️. Significant assist. One ☝️. Time.
I’m losing the argument against my own damn realistic self bc most unfortunately Manshine lost every damn match (which is shitty as fawk). And the bidding system makes sense liek not everyone wants a new striker/forward position, midfielders and defenders are just as important.
Like players about to catch strays from me when they weren’t even playing similar positions. T-T ARYU??? -> okay I guess you need a tall defender SENDOU?? FOR FUCKONG REALL?? -> sigh, he did score a goal and is on a team that won matches, ugyhhh. FfffffUVKKKKKKK
I’m just pissed pissed PISSEDDDDDDDFFREDKQKWWNWKQLW AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I will stop before I say something I can’t take back wkenejekwkwkekwkwkwkw
Again, these results/this outcome of nagi getting cut make sense/follows the flow of the story. But I am still allowed to be pissed and grieve about it in my own way. -_-
AGAIN?? FYFKIN FUCKING KIYORA????????????? FOR RFUXKING REAL????????????
Touko looked through her books, compiling every scrap of information she could gather on this subject that burnt through her mind like a lightning bolt. Several months ago, Junko had tried getting her interested in a game call warhammer.
Originally she had balked at it, to much time buying and painting toy solders to interest some one like her, but then she overheard Yamada mention the fiction side, of the God Emperor and his 20 sons, of the fall of nine to darkness, either by treachery, betrayal or corruption.
And amoungs them she saw one that struck a cord deep inside her, one that roused the sleeping beast of her other side and resonated like a kindred spirit.
Konrad Kurz, the Night Haunter, Head of the eighth legion, the Night Lords.
She dived deep into his lore and that of his sons and found so many things that felt like mirrors of Syo, of a creature that lurked in the dark, killing the corrupt, the depraved, the cruel, leaving only fear and confusion in it’s wake.
Had Junko planned to get her hooked on this? Had the model known enough to link similarity's between Syo and Konrad? Who knew?
All Touko did know is that she wanted to learn more.
And in the back of her mind, she could hear Syo’s laughter, like the echos of a cruel god.
I’ve spent my whole life on guard.
I thought I was untouchable,
I couldn’t be hurt.
Then I met you.
I met you and I realized
I didn’t know what safe was
until I woke up in your arms.
