#ship things

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Thinking about a love that insists on sinking teeth and claws into them and holding on with every fiber of your being. Something filled with deep adoration but laced with desperate want as you cling to them fiercely. Lovers whose affection holds an almost frantic need to clutch their beloved tight, to drop anchor in safe harbor and never, ever, ever draw it back up. Lovers whose need for constancy and steadfastness intertwine with a very real and potent affection. I think about it often for characters who have known grief or loss or abandonment, where the intensity of their love becomes something almost violent in its neediness, something fierce to mask the fear underneath. Things have slipped through their fingers before. Please don’t let this be one. Please stay. Please let them make a home here, without fearing what comes next.

[thief-of-eggs]

Every good couple needs one person who wraps gifts like the one on the right, and their counterpart who wraps like the one on the left.

[dark-elf-writes]

I’m starting to realize that my go to ship type is “visibly depressed” and “equally depressed but smiling because if they don’t they will shatter completely” and this probably says more about my mental state than I’m comfortable with.

[draigfaequeen]

What does your love taste like?

Your Result: figs.

sweet, sticky, they have a earthy, honey like flavor. figs were cleopatra's favorite fruit. she ordered that the snake she intended to end her life with, be brought to her hidden in a basket of figs. an ancient fruit that has always fascinated painters, poets and storytellers. yours too is a love that should belong to books and paintings. your love is steady, the people you love know how deep your feelings are because you always remember them how much you love and desire them, and that you will always be there. maybe not with words, expressing your feelings might not be easy for you. it's your actions and attentions that let them know, because they feel seen and heard. figs are lucious, sensual fruits. you're a passionate lover, you crave warmth and touch. you do not fall in love easily, maybe you used to when you were younger but you have now learned better. because you learned that when you love you give it all, you sacrifice a lot and you cannot do that carelessly. like the female fig wasp that, when entering an unripe fig to pollinate its flowers, loses her antennae and wings. you're a quiet devoted lover. yours is an unwavering deeply rooted love. your love is intense, almost overwhelming like figs are, swollen with hundreds of seeds. there's something quite disturbing when looking at its flesh. but that's what it gives it that crunchy, popping feeling, the same of a love that does not know boredom. but beware. you might be a lot to handle, and some times it might be hard for you to remember that not everyone loves as fiercely as you do. let your intensity be a gift, not a burden.

Tagged by: @thuganomxcs

Tagging: The entire Dash that wants to have some fun.

[harley-style]

vbs headcanons part 3 i think

i firmly believe that every single one of vbs can do a cute puppy eyed look to get their partners to do anything for them.

kohane's obvious, she's just so naturally cute you just feel like the world should bow down at her feet. when she looks at vbs and bats her lashes an splutters, toya stares, and akito turns a bright cherry red. they all kinda get robotic once they do find the willpower to do whatever it is kohane asked them to, its really cute.

when an does puppy eyes its the kind of soulful look that makes you feel bad for even trying to deny her anything. it pisses akito off, which is why he's the one who does things for an with a grumble. toya kisses the corner of her lips bc she is pretty. kohane twirls her hair around, its her tell that she's getting affected by an's looks

when toya does it, its rare, and it makes their hearts skip a beat. it doesnt even LOOK like a pouty look? his face barely changes but you just KNOW he's doing it. when its directed at kohane she'll try to look away, but toya will lean over her (or cage her in his arms) and stare at her balefully until she gives in. with an it's more of an eager expectant look -- and its the quickest, bc an is notoriously weak for pretty faces. toya doesnt really make this face with akito because akito tends to automatically do anything toya tells him to, its disgustingly sweet.

akito has done it a grand total of two times and the rest of vbs agrees that it will STAY that way, because puppy dog eyed akito will RUIN you. it will water your crops, clear your skin, fill you head to toe with toe-curling warmth and it effectively short-circuits you for a week. it is VERY dangerous. kohane cried, an stopped breathing and toya fucking fainted. you are signing your death warrant if you ever get akito to do his puppy eyed look. somehow, the only one immune to it is ena and no one knows how.

[secretly-a-catamount]

a big fan of any fictional relationship that has the dynamic of “they made themselves better for me, I made myself worse for them, we humanized each other in ways that no one else had ever really been able to, because, in the end, they’re the one I’m human with the most” no one’s doing it like that

[dragmirc]

Talking to Killy about stuff and things (no surprise), and we got on the subject of when Gan oversteps romantic bounds while in the Three and Ten, Fariah puts him in his own private apartment on the other side of the palace and leaves him there for a night.

It's worse punishment than you think since yes, he is absolutely still living like an Emperor probably should, swathed in luxury and wealth and with a team of attendants at his beck and call. But they are not his wife. The luxury is nice and the silky linens are great and the egregious use of water he's not used to makes him feel like he owns the world (he owns half of it at this juncture) and everything S P A R K L E S! But! That is devoid of good fortune when his bed is cold and he has no one to really be intimate with. He equates his intimacy with vulnerability and only one person in his life holds that pedestal, and she is mad at him.

But now I just have this kooky exchange stuck in my head of this final row between them like 'You can't do this to me, I am your Emperor!' 'Yes, well, w h o p u t y o u t h e r e' right before he is banished to the cold unfeeling apartment he hates more than Hyrule at the height of the war.