#tanjodos

[inferniangod]

@tanjodos​​ started following you

      “Son of Man with tainted blood. You whom bound to wither. You do not belong here, boy.” The ancient beast rumbled behind licking flames and pillars of smoke. The deity of fire manifested, looming like a dark gargoyle as he lent down his mighty figure to inspect the mortal before him.

“Foolish or brave. From which you derive from I know naught.”

[chosenbythecrystal-archived]

@tanjodos​

Noctis wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was hurt and he was afraid.

His first mission was going so wrong. It was supposed to be easy. A simple retrieval mission. In fact, Noctis had thought it beneath him. Sure, he’d only just been allowed to officially join SOLDIER but he’d been training since he was eight. Apparently no amount of training could have prepared him for a real mission though, especially when the intel had been wrong.

Instead of the simple retrieval mission, Noctis had ended up being ambushed by Wutai forces. When it became apparent that he was completely outnumbered, Lazard had ordered him to retreat and wait for reinforcements. He hadn’t said that by reinforcements he meant SOLDIER First Class, Genesis.

“Genesis, Sir...?”

[lunaetis]

@tanjodos

Genesis: So this is Goddess? I cant be more evil for you bfdsgvb

─「蛍」─ " goddess ? i hardly am one. perhaps, a fallen would be more suitable for me, as i am seeking to tear down those upon the sky above. to bring the gods to their knees. knowing this, would you still take my hand and step into the abyss with me ? "

[soulspun]

@tanjodos | s.c.

♡    ―    a  steady  hand  knows  the  delicate  form  of  a  chocobos  feathers,  and  the  vast  amount  of  forestry  that  becomes  trapped  in  that  carefully  placed  maze  of  gold,  thus  does  this  natural  stablehand  happily  begin  gently  plucking  at  the  various  twig  and  leaf  stuck  'tween  those  golden  fields.  Usually,  such  a  task  would  be  done  in  utter  silence    (    save  for  the  ambiance  of  forest  life  that  stutters  about  to  keep  him  alert    )    but  on  this  day  it  seemed  as  if  Genesis  would  be  unknowingly  providing  that  perfect  song  of  poetry  for  this  importantly  mindless  work.  

His  eyes  close,  head  swaying  to  and  fro'  as  each  reciting  word  floated  about  in  those  long  ears.  sitting  upon  his  fur,  twitching  his  tail  in  excitement.  Only  when  Genesis  had  paused  in  his  reading  does  the  man  speak,  his  voice  warm  and  kindly  inviting.

          "  Sounds  lovely.  Never  heard  a  word  o'  it  before,  what's  it  called,  ey?  I'd  like  to  remember  it.  "

[scorching-passion]

@tanjodos​ liked this for a one-liner~

“I am forced to wonder, sir... if your sphincter could possibly harbour emotions, there is the abhorrent fear that it would feel a certain amount of jealousy given the sheer amount of... drivel you tend to spew...” 

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @tanjodos || morning sof offering ]

─「優姫」─  it was a WONDER to the pureblood how a human could be so enchanting. as vampires, they possessed ethereal beauty that was lethal akin to a lure to pull their prey in with charms and addictions. however, the person she had within her hold at this very moment had the REGAL BEAUTY almost like a crimson angel. was that what made his blood so irresistible to her ? no, it wasn't that. to vampires, only the blood of their loved one could quench their THIRST, and yet — she craved no one's blood except his.

                fingers traced over his neck he willingly exposed to her bidding, and the PUREBLOOD leaned in, closing the distance between them. instead of sinking her fangs deep into his flesh as he would expect, yuuki placed a tender kiss upon his skin. an unsaid adoration that triumphed over her need to feed, at least for now. heart thumped, once, twice, and lips enclosed over his sensitive skin once more, this time, leaving a different kind of mark than her fangs usually would.

[outlawjunky]

Genesis stopped from foot to foot crossing his arms. " Don't you think you are standing far too long in the window ? I thought it was my routine when heavy rain hits the window. " He muttered looking at the thoughtful silhouette. " Is there something that is bothering you since you have given your thoughts to the rain ? " [ super late weather ask is here! ]

"Uh--"

It was a tad comical how Harry's head snapped up suddenly with the intrusion of someone's voice into his thoughts, and of course he'd be caught daydreaming by none other than First Class SOLDIER Genesis. Pink flushed across his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Uh--Uh... ...How long have I been standing here?" he asked stupidly because he'd lost track of time.

"--N-No, nothing's bothering me, I was just..." He wrinkled his nose in frustration at himself. "...I was just daydreaming, I guess. Let my thoughts run away."

@tanjodos

[ragingsands]

kisses against a wound.

With his back bared upon her another time, she could not help but feel her conscience grapple with her sense of responsibility. Scars from older days, and newer, fresher wounds decorated his body; all of them she had touched, cleaned, and wrapped in bandages.

This time, instead of mentally reprimanding him, she sat herself behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She could sense the sadness, the burden of having lost something - whether it be a part of him every time this happened, or just not quite understanding where he stood.

The guilt was beyond her.

Even when her lab coat pressed against his wounds, or even if the white fabric would be covered in his blood, she still remained skin to skin. Her lips were close to his ear, when she asked, "why do you keep doing this to yourself?" but she doubted that there would be any direct answer. If he could, he would wax poetics, and return with a question just as heavy as her own inquiry.

Then she slowly pulled back, before pressing her lips against his shoulder blade, then to the back of his neck, before she went lower, and lower towards the big gash on his side.

With a thumb, she pressed on it gently, and he would wince just a little, but the pain - it was as though he wanted to let himself feel it raw again. That same gash, she kissed anyway, before giving it another press, whispering a few incantations and then blowing onto it.

"May your days ahead be filled with ease. May your difficulties no longer reign your heart the way they do. May your strength envelop you and heal your wounds."

And she leaned against his back.

Her red-billed firefinch.