BATTLEWORN

No peace of MIND (multi-muse)

[vindarsli]

Again super sorry for the radio silence. I’ve been trying to get back into my working routines after three months of not doing anything. But it’s all good! Next week I’m leaving for Greece, so I might not be on much until mid September. So this is just a heads up for an extended hiatus<3  

[rp-meme-world]

“don’t” starters

❝ don’t do it. ❞

❝ don’t do this. ❞

❝ don’t look. ❞

❝ don’t cry. ❞

❝ don’t laugh. ❞

❝ don’t leave. please. ❞

❝ don’t be like that. ❞

❝ don’t bother. ❞

❝ don’t eat that. ❞

❝ don’t risk it. ❞

❝ don’t look at me. ❞

❝ don’t give up your day job. ❞

❝ don’t tell me what to do. ❞

❝ don’t even think about it. ❞

❝ don’t think too hard about it. ❞

❝ don’t you want me? ❞

❝ don’t give me that shit. ❞

❝ don’t procrastinate. ❞

❝ don’t worry about it! ❞

❝ don’t knock it until you’ve tried it! ❞

❝ don’t be so hard on yourself. ❞

❝ don’t jump to conclusions here. ❞

❝ don’t play the victim. ❞

❝ don’t just sit there! do something! ❞

❝ don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything. ❞

❝ don’t make me tell you again. ❞

❝ don’t hold your breath. ❞

❝ don’t be a menace. ❞

❝ don’t let them get to you. ❞

❝ don’t stoop to their level. ❞

❝ don’t get your hopes up. ❞

❝ don’t like it? leave.  ❞

❝ don’t hold back. let it out. ❞

❝ don’t mention it! ❞

❝ don’t fuck with me. ❞

❝ don’t you know how much i care about you? ❞

[vindarsli]

Again super sorry for the radio silence. I’ve been trying to get back into my working routines after three months of not doing anything. But it’s all good! Next week I’m leaving for Greece, so I might not be on much until mid September. So this is just a heads up for an extended hiatus<3  

[tenebriism]

@vindarsli​​ : Plotted Starter - ALBEDO + KAEYA ;;

Beautiful,  as  always.

        The  alchemist  leans  forth,  curls  deft  yet  gentle  fingers  ‘round  Kaeya’s  wrist  to  situate  his  arm  in  the  desired  position,  to  fit  the  VISION  he  had  for  this  newest  painting.  Palm,  flat  atop  his  sunkissed  thigh,  the  fabric  of  the  sheet  he’d  fashioned  him  in  shifting  loosely  as  he  tugged  that,  too,  into  place.  

                       “  Like  this.  Thank  you.  “

        There’s  a  glimmer  of  SOMETHING  within  vibrant  teal,  offered  Kaeya’s  way  only  briefly,  before  he  returns  to  the  easel  just  a  short  ways  away  to  put  paintbrush  to  paper.  Increments,  the  way  his  gaze  would  linger  overtop  his  work  station,  just  before  his  hand  would  resume  its  movements  again,  weaving  blues  and  golds  and  ivories  into  yet  another  masterpiece.

[vindarsli]

  A smirk. Nude, covered only by the thin, silken sheet provided by the lovely artist, who’s fingers are wrapped around his wrist, maneuvering him to the desired position. His glance, ( lone icy hue ) follows the blonde alchemist upon his return to his easel. ( could it be that his glance, if brief, is one reserved only for him? it is an interesting thought )

     “So polite. Makes me almost forgive you for not taking me to dinner before asking me to shed my clothes” 

  Voice as smooth as the silk caressing his skin, teasing, however, perhaps with a hidden desire of his own. But then, it is not Kaeya’s style to act on such intimate desires, especially those regarding emotions. Romantic gestures. ( too risky )

  And so he does as asked. Stays put, curious to see the result. 

[vindarsli]

@lunaetis​ said there was a sense of longing resonating with her even when she sat next to him, with the warmth of the fire dancing before them. the only source of warmth in the freezing cold atmosphere of dragonspine mountain. lumine had found herself coming back here for more than she would expect, all for the sole reason that she knew she would find him here. since when did his presence become something she sought for in a world so vast ?he was speaking about his newest research and findings, his voice a soothing tone that provided a sense of comfort. golden hues couldn't help watching the way his mouth moved, the syllables he uttered as they blurred with the night wind and the outlander didn't realize she had already leaned in, mouth hovering over his own as amber optics met his brilliant blue. her voice was but a whisper, a warning ... or a plead ?" tell me to stop. "

  Too busy was he, talking about his newest research regarding mist flower corolla to even notice how her eyes follow him. Pages upon pages turned with slender, yet calloused fingers, his voice growing, only with a slight hint of enthusiasm, the closer he gets to the conclusion. 

  When next he looks at her, golden eyes stares back at him, and he stops mid-sentence. ( how has he not noticed how remarkable her eyes are? like stars in the night sky ) They are close, so close he can feel her warm breath against his own chilled lips. Indeed, an attraction has sparked between them, however, he never expected it to be something like this. Romantic? Sexual? Perhaps even a simple fascination? 

     “Do you want to stop?” 

  The question leaves him before his mind has the time to catch up and consider. Is it a selfish act? ( it is ) Perhaps he is more human than expected? After all, they act purely on self interest, as is the human flaw. Which is why he leans closer, himself, slowly slowly, until their lips brush against each other. ( is this what she wanted? or is this purely what he wants? )

[vindarsli]

My activity will drop considerably Tuesday-Saturday ( not that I’ve been super active to begin with, oops ) now that I’m back working. Real life is sadly much more important that this, as it is a hobby of mine and does not yield any money, unfortunately :’ ) 

I will be available in the ims and on discord, so if you want to chat or weep about hc, muses or real life shit, I’d love to talk to you<3 

[vindarsli]

My activity will drop considerably Tuesday-Saturday ( not that I’ve been super active to begin with, oops ) now that I’m back working. Real life is sadly much more important that this, as it is a hobby of mine and does not yield any money, unfortunately :’ ) 

I will be available in the ims and on discord, so if you want to chat or weep about hc, muses or real life shit, I’d love to talk to you<3 

[vindarsli]

kanedoji​:

Some people were able to dance in the rain, while others just got wet. Itto was distinctly the latter due to the life he’d weathered, of living in abject fear of shelters and structures most would find unthinkable to be terrifying, but for him, they were. Rain saturated through his long, silvery mane and weighed it, wind howling past tapered tears, but his clothing was thankfully waterproof thanks to the tailoring genius of the gang’s deputy. 

Sure, it wasn’t comfortable, but at least he wouldn’t be drenched forever. 

The patrons in the smoky, dim izakaya next door regarded him with trepidation and wariness, as if the entire establishment held its breath upon sighting his horns, inhuman eyes, and wild hair. The din of conversation froze, and as floor-creaking, heavy footfalls of his approached the countertop, the barkeep averted his eyes and asked what he’d be ordering in a muted, unsteady tone. At the order of ramen, he rushed towards the back and swiftly bumped his up to first, because it would get him out faster.

Whatever. At least it meant a certain samurai wouldn’t have to wait long. 

With the steaming bowls of ramen covered with lids, he returned to their room and shut the door behind with a firm clack. Fetching a wooden tray to set their bowls on at Kazuha’s bedside, he couldn’t help but feel rankled that he was technically waiting on a nobleman, a realization that brewed indignant and tarry in his chest despite knowing it couldn’t be helped.

“So, what’s bein’, er–disagreed upon? I dunno, I’ve leaved in the streets or outside pretty much… all my life. Almost five full decades of this and… Eh, rain’s only ever made me wet. Storms just were wetter, violent kinda.” 

Beginning to shovel ramen down his gullet, he sighed at the meaty aroma and flavor of having something solid and warm to fill him that instantly evaporated any unpleasantness from the cold. He smirked at Kazuha’s remark, slurping down a mouthful of the soba noodles.

“Not anymore, my man! ‘sides, what about you? Everything’s probably chilly when you’re burning up, so might as well eat. You can wax poetic after ya get somethin’ in ya, sound good?”

  Indeed. The disagreement outside, the storm, it is curious exactly what the reason is. However, as it so happens, he simply observes, voices out his own emotions rather than opinions. For how can he, a mere mortal, understand the grievance of mother nature? He simply smiles, it is a tired smile, but one nonetheless as he gratefully reaches for his own bowl. Truly, he must find a way to repay his kindness. 

     “I believe I will live. It is only a fever and nothing more than a discomfort on my part. Though, I must apologize for the inconvenience this might have caused you”   

    A content sound falls from his lips as the broth hits his tongue. The warmth spreads throughout his body, adding to the heat of his fever. The fever he is certain will break sometime during the night. He is rarely sick for long, after all. ( or perhaps it is due to his restlessness that he ignores such trivial matters )

     “The flavor is amazing. You must allow me to repay you this kindness” 

  The bowl rests in his lap, a small break, for his appetite doesn’t seem to be present at this time, even if he knows how beneficial it is for his well being. So, it is simply a break as he watches with a soft smile as Itto heartily enjoys his own bowl. 

[vindarsli]

@yuribrd​​ said ‘ how long has it been hurting? ’ | Claude/Yuri.

 It had been unexpected just how very demanding the last campaign had been, leaving the whole class in a certain state of blur, of exhaustion. For Claude, it is no different, however as the house leader, there is a certain duty to be fulfilled, even despite his own struggles. Of course, it did not go unnoticed for their professor just how much of a toll the battle had taken on them, but for Claude it was easier to pretend, rather than speak the truth.

 Nearly a week has gone by, ( four days to be more specific ) another mission looming in the near future, and even if things are slowly settling back to normal, that little annoying pain is still bothering him. Gradually growing from a little irritation to something moderate. ( perhaps that is why he’s so careless this very evening? )

 He is taken by surprise. ( how comedic ) Eyes, a little too wide, when his attention is brought to none other than Yuri.

    “Nothing ever gets past you, does it?”

 There is a sigh at the end of his sentence, for his bluff is called. Perhaps he feels a little relieved as well, stop pretending for just a moment. And so in the dimmed candle light of the empty changing room, he reveals the darkening bruises surrounding a small, but deep cut carved into the right side of his torso. An injury, which in his mind, should not at all have required to waste any healing equipment.

    “Four days. Some lancer got a lucky shot. Truly, I did not expect it to turn infectious. We’re already short on healing equipment as it is, thought I’d be smart and save us some expenses”

 A humorless laugh follows, fingers carding through the mess of brown hair. ( a nervous trait )

[vindarsli]

txnichtgutx​:

it was just sometimes that naruto felt absolutely needy. he’d like it, if it was just him missing someone to hold or someone to hug, but it was a much more physical need. he’s been explained a few times that this was because of kurama inside of him, because of his active chakra, but it was not like kurama was edging him on or something. the fox couldn’t be less interested in his love life (unless you’d be a threat to the blond man’s life) but the chakra just wouldn’t cease to spur him on. he sometimes felt like an animal, just wanting to be fucked so hard he’d not know left from right. today was not exactly like that, he truly just needed to feel shika close to him.

how the male put up with naruto was beyond the young shinobi. who’d gladly forgive you, if you were to jump through their window in the middle of the night? much less when you’d just proceed to take off their pants and settle on top? naruto groaned, feeling even more embarrassed just thinking about it. shika probably needed his sleep and yet here he was, an absolute menace.

“s-shika—” naruto is abruptly shut up by a pair of lips and they just feel so good against his own. he whimpers, the stretch finally starting to feel good. “l-look i am sor—” he yelped in surprise when he felt shika’s hips snapping up so suddenly and he falls over, more or less right onto shikamaru’s body. “warn me,” he complained more than cutely, cheeks a bright red when he hears his boyfriend’s praise. he didn’t deserve such an awesome man.

he kissed back passionately but was once again taken off guard with that thrust, that had him squirm. a purr of sorts left his lips, toes curling a little. hmm, that was a really good spot, he thought to himself, arms coming up to gently wrap around shikamaru’s neck. it was at times like this that his fox chakra sometimes oozed out of his body. it meant no harm, only feeling gently warm for whomever came into contact with it. it was indeed naruto’s way of showing, that he was feeling incredibly good, even if he himself was hardly aware of that.

“n-not so deep,” he murmured, but did he really mean it? no, he just didn’t want to sound as needy as he was.

  This is not the first time he’s had Naruto sneak into his apartment like this. In the middle of the night, when any sane person should be asleep. ( needy and wanting ) Yet, he finds that it doesn’t really matter when it’s him. When it’s the man he loves so dearly. And on that note, he just recently came home from a mission. Several hours ago actually. And after all the formalities and reports, he had simply collapsed in bed after a long, cold shower. ( only to be awakened a few hours later )

  There is a breathless chuckle on his lips, fingers rubbing against the muscular hips of his partner, by now meeting Naruto’s every move in a lazy, loving rhythm. He doesn’t have it in him to truly understand the boost of energy his lover seems to always have, of course, it is due to the fox inside him, this much he knows, but it is another level of complicated he has simply learnt to trust rather than understand. ( it is times, where that raw energy takes form and simply rails Shikamaru into the nearest surface. those are interesting times )

     “I got you. Just relax”

  His voice is soft, a little rough from both pleasure and sleep. Hands no longer idling at Naruto’s hips, but rather begins wandering up his sides. Eyes cast downwards to see how well their bodies move in harmony. He leans forwards then, lips brushing over his partner’s collarbone, further down his chest. ( takes a nipple between his teeth to tease ) All to worship his lover, whom he has not seen in almost two weeks. 

[vindarsli]

When you’re ready to enjoy the last summer days in northern hell 🔥

[vindarsli]

txnichtgut​:

the blond tilted his head when ayato started laughing. nothing about this was even slightly funny. why did his master always get himself into trouble one way or another. “waka…” thoma’s eyes widened when the man simply squeezed his shoulders before turning on his heels to walk back into the rain. he was dumbfounded, entirely. after a few moments thoma went after ayato, stopping right behind him.

“why are you such a handful to deal with?” he murmured to no one in particular. squeezing his own cheeks before pushing his wet hair back, thoma took one step closer. “we still need to find a partner for you, waka.” he may be pouting, but that much was true anyhow.

though he supposed that was not going to be easy when his master instead liked to play outside in the rain. “unless waka has already found someone?” thoma was mildly distracted by the other’s wet clothes. that was going to be a pain to wash.

  How amusing, but not unexpected. Thoma follows him into the downpour, knowing full well that he, like Ayato, will be drenched within a second, and they both are. Already soaked from before, his hair now clings to his pale features, plastered against his forehead and down his cheeks. ( what does it matter? )

  What amuses him even more, is how dead set his housekeeper seems to be when it comes to spouses, more specifically, a spouse suited for Ayato. Which, in the end, is something far down on his list of priorities. Who in their right mind has time to think about something so... boring. 

     “Oh, but I have, Thoma. I have found the perfect partner. He is quite tall, blonde hair, the most mesmerizing emerald eyes I have ever seen. Well built, knows how to wield long sticks rather well... yes, I think he will do just marvelously”

  During his speech, he did turn to face Thoma. His smile wide, voice silky smooth like it is when he’s scheming. But one might ask if this is truly a scheme. Ayato surely knows the answer, but is it a truth he dares to admit with honesty? 

[vindarsli]

of-invisible-ties​:

It was a decent question, really. Rhys shifts in his seat, feeling uncomfortable due to Shinon’s vitriol. He’s been in a horrid mood ever since returning to the Greil Mercenaries, and, in truth, it was understandable. If Daein had taken anyone precious to him, then betraying Daein would put Shinon’s loved ones in danger. Even though the sniper never directly answered Rhys’s question about his family, Rhys was utterly convinced something was going on with them.

He knew better than to pry. Instead, he turns to watch the stew simmer. 

“Oh, me? I just wanted to help you.”

Of course, Rhys knew better than to admit that Soren had told him to make sure that Shinon didn’t poison anything. 

“I thought cooking would be a bit out of your depth, but you’re a man of many surprises, Shinon. I wouldn’t be opposed to having you cook more often!”

  As if he needs help cooking. It’s a statement easily ignored, with emerald eyes glued to the pot, the scowl, however, only deepening. It truly cannot be such a surprise to see him cook a decent meal. Cooking is part of survival after all. You can’t cook? Too fucking bad. Natural selection. 

  For years, during his childhood, his teens, up until his late teenage years, he’s been on his own. Fighting tooth and nail to see another day, and though it hasn’t been easy, he is, by some miracle, still alive. ( would have been impressive, did it not fill him with disappointment. what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger they say )

     “Anyone should know how to cook. It’s fucking pathetic to see soldiers sucking on their thumbs not even knowing how to boil potatoes”

  A huff, then he looks over at Rhys once more, cheek resting in his palm, still slowly stirring the pot. 

     “Why are we having this conversation, Rhys? Even better, what do you hope to achieve?”

[vindarsli]

@txnichtgut​ said naruto whimpered softly, hands on shikamaru's chest as he tried to balance himself. he felt so absolutely stuffed, eyes falling close as he tried to adjust to the other's length inside of him. he took a whole minute for himself before starting to move his hips up and down, a little sloppily for he was unsure, if he was doing it right. it felt good to him, so he supposed his partner was feeling the same but he did not dare opening his eyes again, just working on a constant pace as shikamaru's name spilled from his lips, constantly, like a mantra. | Shikamaru/Naruto (nsfw) 

  Twilight has settled outside, lit up by dim streetlights shining through the window, the only source of light in the dark bedroom. Shikamaru prefers it this way, prefer the darkness. The shadows. ( feels like home ) Not that they would need much more light, for Naruto is as radiant as ever. A heatwave coming through the stubborn hoarfrost in his chest. He is addicted. So utterly smitten with this man, and he has no idea how to voice this adoration. 

  Said adoration rests in his hands on the blonde’s hips, fingers digging into soft skin, eyes upon him. Watches how his face twists in pleasure, how their breaths combine, and he cannot help but to lean in for a kiss. Slow, dragging it out as Naruto sinks all the way down, causing a moan of his own to join the kiss. ( does it matter if anyone hears them? )

  Naruto moves, setting a pace, and heavens, it is far too slow, yet he waits. Allows his beloved to adjust, become familiar with Shikamaru’s body before he snaps his hips. Experimental, watching for a reaction. His name sounds so sweet falling from those lips, intoxicating, and finds himself aiming to draw out another series of the same mantra. 

     “You feel amazing, Naruto” 

  Another kiss, deep, heated. Almost desperate to have as much of this man as possible. ( another snap of his hips )

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  nsfw  !  just  another  assortment  of random  sentences  that  can  be  used  for  smutty  situations.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  relax, and just let me kiss you.  ❜ ❛  be naked when i come home.  ❜ ❛  i wanna do bad things to you.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna beg for it, baby.  ❜ ❛  me. you. bed. now.  ❜ ❛  i want to taste you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been waiting for this all day.  ❜ ❛  ready for round two ?  ❜ ❛  you make me smile … and also super horny, but that’s not the point.  ❜ ❛  do whatever you want to me.  ❜ ❛  all i could think about today was you.  ❜ ❛  my words can do a better job of teasing you than my words can.  ❜ ❛  tell me where you want me to touch you first.  ❜ ❛  you have no idea how much i want you right now.  ❜ ❛  just looking at you is making me horny.  ❜ ❛  if we were alone right now, what would you do to me ?  ❜ ❛  you’re not wearing any underwear.  ❜ ❛  it’s not that i’m horny all the time. it’s just that you’re always sexy.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to feel you inside me.  ❜ ❛  tonight, i want you to take control.  ❜ ❛  i want you in my mouth.  ❜ ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜ ❛  right there, that feels so good.  ❜ ❛  how does this feel ?  ❜ ❛  you’re not allowed to cum until i say so.  ❜ ❛  tease me until i am begging for it.  ❜ ❛  i’m crazy for you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been very bad. i think i need to be punished.  ❜ ❛  if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.  ❜ ❛  you are the biggest turn on.  ❜ ❛  i love it when you put your hands on me.  ❜ ❛  no one makes me as horny as you do.  ❜ ❛  first, i want you to undress me. then i want you to kiss every part of my body.  ❜ ❛  i get so turned on just thinking about last time.  ❜ ❛  just wait till we get home …  ❜ ❛  do you like that ?  ❜ ❛  just lie back and let me take care of you.  ❜ ❛  i love when you talk to me like that.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to have my way with you.  ❜ ❛  i feel so weak and turned on at the same time when i’m in your arms.  ❜

[creativitycrack]

~tomato tomato Kaeya~

Maybe one day I’ll finish colouring this

[guiltscorched]

@vindarsli​ said:    “ do you know how hard it is to be tough when you’re holding a pink cupcake holder in your hand? ” ( Thoma&Ayato? )      /      prompt:  lines from 2021  ( accepting )

           ❝a trial i’ve never had to face, much to my regret.❞  ayato announces it with such lofty gravitas, and yet there lingers at the corner of his mouth a twitch of a smile. he lounges at the corner of the kitchen  —  banned, as he is, from slinking nearer and sticking his hands into whichever terrible concoctions he might create here.  ( the kitchen staff still eye him warily whenever he passes, and he takes great delight in greeting them with a dazzling smile and wondering aloud if he might test his ideas for a new recipe. he’s been chased out of his own kitchen with pleas to really, my lord, leave the cooking to us and to thoma, you have much more important things to attend to! more times than he can count. how amusing. )

and so, on his best behaviour, he merely observes as thoma bakes today. it is a rare evening of very little additional work to do, of feeling quite satisfied with the day’s proceedings, and he is in a softer mood. he inches nearer, only to curiously pick up and examine ingredients here and there. he rarely leaves them where he’s found them, instead idly dropping them elsewhere as the next ingredient catches his attention. 

❝but if anyone could manage to intimidate whilst in possession of a lovely pink cupcake holder  -  and wearing such a fetching apron, too!  -  i’m quite certain it would be you, thoma.❞

[vindarsli]

  A scoff. Fond, perhaps a little exasperated by the comment, yet with a smile nonetheless growing on his lips. Emerald eyes seek out the menace of a lord ( and childhood friend ) who now wanders the kitchen, leaving a mess wherever he goes. This, he is used to. They have known each other for quite some time after all. 

  With the bowl ( containing the batter ) resting in the crook of his arm, he snatches the bag of flour from Ayato’s grip, there is humor in his pointed look. Amusement in his expression where a laugh rests on his tongue. 

     “Is that so? I hope I won’t have to show my intimidating side in the kitchen then, if you will leave my ingredients alone, My Lord” 

  The flour is set off to the side for later. 

  He doesn’t actually believe that Ayato is a terrible cook, the man is far too much of a genius for that, considering those-- interesting combinations of flavors he usually dishes up while in the kitchen. Thoma is much too fascinated to be horrified. ( macabre fascination )

     “I could use some help with the frosting, if you’re available?”