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☄As the sun sets and the moon rises, you hold each other. After a long day, it's soft nights and quiet reassurances like this that make it all worth it.
☽ Yamaguchi Tadashi
He held your free hand in a loose grip, rubbing small circles on the back of your hand, occasionally kissing your knuckles while leaning back against your chest. Your other hand busied itself with his hair, gently playing with it, twirling the strands around your fingers and softly grazing your nails on his scalp. The show you were watching, volume turned down as the sun set, was left forgotten in the background as you got lost in each other's quiet comfort.
It's when he fully relaxes against you, head resting on your shoulder with a soft kiss to your temple and a small sigh.
"Tadashi?" It's quiet, the tv being the only noise besides the crickets outside the cracked open window. A light breeze brushing the curtains and drifting into the room. He hums in acknowledgement, close to dosing off from your calming ministrations on his head. A soft smile graces your face as he looks up at you with sleepy eyes, watery as he yawned. Yams pulled the blanket over your shoulders, burrowing himself between it and you. He murmurs to himself about how warm it was, whining quietly when you stop petting his head but stopping when he feels your arms around his waist. His hands enveloped yours, a little rough from years of practice but still soft in a way.
Having your hands clasped in his, he looks at you. He looks at you for comfort and reassurance. His vulnerability and insecurities splayed out in the open for you to see. You've never judged him for it, and he could never be more thankful for that. He rubs your knuckles with his thumbs when he asks,
"Do you love me?"
It's a question he asks every night. A routine neither of you planned to break.
"I do. More than you could ever know."
The answer was simple, but it was enough. A smile on his face as he kissed your forehead. Your grip on his waist tightened slightly when you ask,
"Do you love me?"
A cheeky grin crosses his face as he turns and you both move to lay down. Tadashi gently pulls you into his arms, his chin resting atop your head.
ayato choses family over everything else, the zeal in his voice and the innate darkness in his eyes when he said he would make sure his family stays safe did something to me! >~<
genre: fluff and smol angst | warnings: arranged marriage, ayato being feral, kidnapping!
imagine being married to him, it was not a love affair; ayato rarely had time for anything like it after taking the role as the yashiro commissioner. after his father’s demise, the role and politics was all he knew. his fate was to be married to one of the known clans and strengthen the power of the kamisato clan. as expected from a clan head, right?
the marriage did end up as a contract however… you were shoved as luggage to the kamisato estate for being a part of the so called powerful and noble family. you were treated like a princess, thoma tended to you whenever he could, the other house keepers, ayaka, everyone made sure you felt at ease & felt spoiled. you were already used to it damn it! it didn’t make you feel better, only worsening the realization that you are a toy in the hands of the tricommission.
it was until ayato and you finally talked to each other… that the clouded vision you had about yourself, your married life & your future got cleared out. “i want to talk to you as your husband, y/n. not as the yashiro commissioner, not as the clan head. i want the conversation to be… personal. the agenda- uh, excuse me, the focus would be us. or— better yet, the focus would be you,”
eventually you slowly start opening up to him, and behold you going home 5 months pregnant. of course the security is so tight knit that not even a bird can pass through. treasure hoarders? assassins? fatui recruits? who knew they were all going to take advantage of this situation and attack you!?!
two things happened that day, 1) you realized how much ayato loved you. or loves you—
2) you feared his wrath, no one needs to be on the other side of it. no one. not even your worst enemies. the ruthless, cold, blinding rage that he had. all you saw was the red of his sword. the splashes of blood on his white suit.
what’s ironical was how tender he became the moment he saw you. rushing towards you; getting on his knees and hugging your stomach tightly, mumbling incoherent apologies and soft sorries. “if only i was late, i can’t dare to imagine the consequences of- i am sincerely sorry, my love.”
OH MY GOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG!! HELLO IM SORRY FOR BEING OFFLINE FOR SO LONG HOW ARE YOU <33 I'VE MISSED YOU AND RANDOMLY GOT A NOTIF THAT YOU POSTED AAAAA
OMFG!!! It’s my fucking daughter, ria! HOW ARE YOU, BISH?? AND I KNOW YOU WERE LURKING HERE AND LIKING STUFF FROM ME. Wait, are you an adult now??
OH MY GOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG!! HELLO IM SORRY FOR BEING OFFLINE FOR SO LONG HOW ARE YOU <33 I'VE MISSED YOU AND RANDOMLY GOT A NOTIF THAT YOU POSTED AAAAA
OMFG!!! It’s my fucking daughter, ria! HOW ARE YOU, BISH?? AND I KNOW YOU WERE LURKING HERE AND LIKING STUFF FROM ME. Wait, are you an adult now??
The Prodigal Sword - Dainslief x Khaenri'ah Heir Reader
for centuries, Dainslief wandered the plains of Teyvat and the Abyss without end and without focus, his home destroyed and his ward, having cast him away, no where to be found. that is until he hears you call his name and everything in him responds at once... hope you enjoy 💫
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Dainslief was never one to lose his composure for anything, even if he was on a mission that required his utmost attention and urgency, but once he sensed you call to him in the tongue of his old home, every cell in his body trembled with desperation to find you.
the blonde immortal sprinted through Teyvat as fast as his body could carry him, eyes wide and scanning every face for yours and yours alone while his mind replayed the few memories of Khaenri'ah's elegance and your family's rule that he had. he had to fight the tears attempting to rise into his eyes as night fell and he stormed through the mountainous plains of Liyue, not stopping for a moment.
but as Dainslief ran, not wasting time on any enemies who were alerted to his presence, the one thing that came to his awareness more than anything is how he had failed. Khaenri'ah, his home and your nation, had burned before his eyes and he had failed in his duty too protect it and you.
the pain of that burden froze his heart long before he was cursed with immortality, the ache of not being at your side for more years than he could bear, but he couldnt do anything about it. but maybe, he thought as he ran to you, towards the pressure of you whispering his name in his beloved and long lost mother tongue, maybe when he met you again now, things could be different.
Dainslief ran night and day for nearly a week to get back to you, finally passing into Mondstadt and charging towards the base of Dragonspine, the chill of the everfrosted mountain hardly making him wince. sweat washed over his skin under his clothes and his breath was ragged but he didnt stop, he couldnt stop. everything in him was compelled to get back to you, chasing the echo of you calling his name in his mind. snow fluttered down into his eyelashes but he didnt stop. he lost his footing and slipped on a piece of black ice, but he got up and kept running, and eventually, panting as he arrived in the small cluster of houses on the edge of Dawn Winery.
the foreign royal guard wheezed breaths as he stumbled between houses, wobbling from door to door until he collapsed at a house close to a large body of water. using the last of his strength to knock twice, Dainslief rested against the wooden door, gasping hoarsely as the rising night crept into the sky behind his head. for a while he was knelt against the door frame alone, but when the creak of old hinges hissed into his ear, Dainslief's blue eyes lifted and at last, beheld your face.
"Y-Your grace..." the bough keeper rasped. whether the blush on his face was because of his exhaustion or delight in seeing you look at him once again he didnt know, but when you stepped out of the house and gently extended your hand to his face, he didnt hesitate to crawl a little closer, gently take it in both of his own and press a kiss to your knuckles.
"Dainslief..." you whispered in your mother tongue, and the blonde shuddered, resting his forehead against your hand, trembling at the sound of your voice, his name so delicate on your tongue. now he did let the tears flow as he kissed your hand over and over, everything in him that compelled to him to do so fueled by repentance and adoration.
"Dainslief... it's been so long." you sighed, watching him beg with kisses and sorrow. "The last time you were like this... you failed me."
the blonde paused his gentle worship of your hand immediately, stiffening at your words as fear as cold as frostbite clawed its way over his bones. he remembered it all of course, the reason why he was cursed to live forever, why he had to wander forever without his home, his people... you.
"Where have you been?"
"...Wandering, grieving... tormenting myself for what I did to you." Dainslief admitted. his throat closed up as his recurring nightmare surfaced in his memories. not a night went by when he didn't see his beloved nation in flames, the ground broken and the sky a storm of ash and cinder. the darkness, the screams, the gods who took everything he loved away from him, who took you away from him... Dainslief frowned as he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking the horror back enough to take a breath, lift his eyes to you and begin to plead, "Your grace, I-"
"Shhh... Let me look at you." you cooed, turning your hand over to lift his chin on your fingertips. when you met his eyes, your heart thrummed slightly while Dainslief shook in your light grasp as if he were a crystalfly in a storm. you could feel his heart pounding frantic and fast through his skin, could see the light of the waning moon sparkle in the sweat coating his face and all of it made you more aware of how much he'd gone through to get here.
with a soft hum, you gently brushed his matted blonde hair away from the half mask over his right eye, holding his cheek as you lightly brushed the sweat from his brow.
"Dain, you look so tired." you muttered, and in response the royal guard of Khaenri'ah, your personal guard, once your friend and confidant and companion, at last exhaled heavily, as if saying it out loud lifted the burden of it from his shoulders. as his body went a little slack, he pressed his face into your soft palm, holding it to his cheek as his heart found a moment of peace for the first time in centuries.
but after a moment, he opened his eyes again and shuddered a breath, holding your hand gently still, "Your grace... please... if i may ask anything, it would be that you might..." biting his lip a little, he slid his eyes up to you, reverence for you drawing a soft blush to his cheeks as he saw you in the regality of how you were in Khaenri'ah, grand and glorious. "Forgive me, your grace, for all the ways I failed you and the throne, for not fulfilling my duties as your royal guard, for not... saving you when I could've. If you find it in your heart, I beg you... permit me another chance to prove myself and fulfill my post... another chance to protect you as I should have and wish to. Please..."
You held Dainslief gaze while he spoke and for a moment after he finished. The weight of his words settled in your heart, making it flutter as memories of times you'd spent together in Khaenri'ah returned to the forefront of your mind. quickly, you dropping your gaze as a smile teased the corner of your mouth but when you looked at him again, the reluctance that had been swirling in your mind cleared.
"Swear to me." you commanded through a smile, holding his face in both your hands now.
the blonde immortal's eyelids stuttered. "Your grace?"
"What happened in Khaenri'ah... cannot.. ever happen again, Dainslief. Ever. I... I cannot and will not lose my home or family or friends again. When we lost our motherland, and you were cursed for failing to do your duties, I couldn't... let myself think of you, but I've come to realise that you alone are not and were not to blame for the catastrophe that occured all those centuries ago. So... I want to apologise also, and I am willing to give you another chance... if you swear yourself to me once again." You explained, letting your hands slip from his cheeks as you stepped back, the slight warmth in your eyes falling slightly behind the shadow he'd seen when you first opened the door.
for a moment, Dainslief was frozen with fear at what you might do, especially when you reached into the air behind your back and pulled a blade out of the rising night, a slender weapon whose obsidian hilt and the moonstone embedded into the centre glittered proudly under the slowly waking stars. Twilight Sword; you'd called him that once so many years ago, but instead of cutting him down for his failings like he was expecting, you silently held the hilt in both hands, the blade pointing to the moon high above.
"Dainslief, Bough Keeper, do you swear yourself to me, vow to keep your duty as royal guard and remain at my side always, protecting me as the heir of Khaenri'ah, and serving me in whatever challenges may come? Will you be my Twilight Sword once again?"
Dainslief couldn't believe what he was hearing. for a few seconds, he just stared up at you from where he knelt at your feet, his blue eyes sparkling as his tears overflowed, the moonlight bouncing off your sword and into the star of your homeland in his sapphire eyes. his heart pounded, his skin shimmered, but without a moment more to hesitate, he moved to bow before you on one knee, head bowed with one hand to his chest.
"Your grace, rightful heir to the throne of Khaenri'ah, my word, my sword and my soul are sworn to you alone. from now until the Abyss claims us all." Dainsleif swore, new resolve not only to make up for his mistake, but to be even better for you making his blood warm with strength.
you smiled over him for a fluttering heartbeat before tapping the tip of your sword to his shoulders, then moved it under his chin and lifted his head again. his eyes were always so alluring to you, rich with mysteries you might not even know yourself, but at the same time clearer than any ocean or lake you'd ever spent cool summer afternoons resting beside, and as he gazed at you from the grass where he knelt, you couldnt help blushing just a little at the thought that you were at last together again.
you withdrew your blade and slid it back into the nothingness beside you as swiftly as you had drawn it out, then took Dainslief's hands and lifting him to his feet as you grinned, your voice as chipper as if you were back in the castle in Khaenri'ah, having finished everything scheduled and now had the evening to waste, "Come, I'll put on some tea. We have much to discuss."
Dainslief permitted himself to hum a small laugh as he watched you disappear into the small cottage, his chest blooming with a warmth he hadnt felt in generations as he answered, "Yes, your grace." and stepped in after you, closing the door in his wake.
Yeah and I think where it really succeeds vs. modern anime wifey fantasy shit is that Jucika really is just a character super comfortable with being sexual, likes looking sexy and even has no shame in using it to get her way:
….But at the same time, she doesn’t tolerate being objectified against her wishes:
….And the comic takes her side in both cases, whereas I’ve seen countless modern narratives in which this same character would have only been framed as like a Slutty ™ Bitch ™ or full blown villain.
One of the things I also really like about this comic, besides what’s already been stated, is that the humor isn’t always about her being sexy. Sometimes it’s just about other goofy things in her life!
'kids these days have it easy' thats the point thats the point thats the whole point we're here to make it better for whoever comes after you sad selfish self absorbed puddle of wank
Hey jsyk it’s 2018 and if you’re still drawing characters with big lips like THIS, even if they’re pale/not black, it’s fucking racist. Stop doing it.
No excuses. “It’s a stylistic choice!” It’s a RACIST stylistic choice.
“Idk how else to draw big lips!” That’s because you relied on racist caricatures and are a bad artist. Teach yourself. Learn. If you’re not willing to do that, then you are a bad, racist artist.
“But it’s part of the character design!” Yeah, and it’s racist. If it’s your OC, then change it. If it’s not your OC, make the right choice and draw them with normal looking bigger lips instead of this racist monstrosity.
And if this post makes you uncomfortable because it’s calling you out for stuff you’ve done, good. Fix it. Own up to it. Grow.
If you see this and you’re first thought is to defend this: you are racist. You are part of the problem. Congrats. Now work on yourself and unlearn that.
(some troll gave me shit about only providing overly “feminine” examples. I would have been happy to ignore them…but there are so many great examples on how to draw perfectly acceptable (not racist) full-lipped male characters, in the end, I couldn’t resist.)
Scenarios wherein some of the Black Clover men reveal a dark secret to you and you let them know that you won't go anywhere because of it.
Characters: Julius Novachrono, William Vangeance, Nozel Silva, Morgen Faust, Nacht Faust
Genre: general, slight hurt/comfort
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Julius Novachrono
"It's of the utmost importance that you know."
Julius said that to you the day before he brought you out to one of the forests in the Forsaken Realm.
You are filled with concern and fear. You repeatedly ask for clarification but are only told that it's about his job. Is he going to take on a difficult mission? Is there some kind of threat made against him?
Then, Julius comes to a stop. On the ground in front of you, largely hidden by overgrowth, is a giant sphere bearing the same symbol that Julius had tattooed on his forehead.
"This magic tool stores mana to be used later," Julius begins to explain. "I discovered that it was compatible with my Time Magic and made use of that fact." Julius looks at you, his expression somber yet also apologetic. "This invention here is my contingency in case of a worst case scenario. But even if it does bring me back, I may not be at full power."
Julius takes you by the hand and squeezes it.
"I want to continue working as a Magic Knight and eventually become Wizard King. I want to shape a brighter future. But if I have to use this..."
There is a pain in your chest. Julius is far too giving for his own good. He already knows the risk of the job and even expects to die if his contingency is anything to go off of. Despite your worry, you squeeze Julius' hand and smile at him.
"Don't worry. I'll be with you no matter what. We're in this together."
The fear that you would run at the slightest hint of risk was washed away from Julius' mind. He leaned in and thanked you with a tender kiss, more in love with you than before.
"I keep forgetting that half my strength is with you," Julius remarked as you two pull away from the the kiss. "Thank you for always being with me."
"You're always welcome," you replied.
.....
William Vangeance
"My dear, I would like to court you." William's words would've made your heart leap. Yet there was an anxious look in his eyes and his lips were pulled in a thin line. "But I don't believe it would be right to do so until you know."
"Know what?" you asked hesitantly.
William smiled sadly at you. He touched his mask. Without any words, you understood. You had suspected for a while that the mask was more than a fashion statement.
The room was painfully silent. The sound of William's footsteps. The door's lock clicking into place.
When William was in front of you again, your eyes met. His fear was palpable. Then, he removed his mask and you saw him, the real him. There were no words for it, how painful and twisted his curse looked. Slowly, you touched the edge of the mark which made William flinch the slightest bit.
"I've had this my whole life and may have it the rest of my days. I've had suitors turn me down just hearing I was cursed," William said, tears coming to his eyes.
"Will... This is..." As you struggled to get your words out, you saw him bite his lip and the tears fall. "Not going to change anything." You cupped his face and make him look at you. "I fell in love with a kind man, not a pretty face. Besides, the mark kind of matches your eyes." You and William laugh a bit at your remark.
More tears fell from William's eyes but were accompanied by a bright grin. The shadows in his heart may not have left entirely, but you would help keep them at bay. The hope that you loved him now became assurance that you did.
You pressed a kiss to the corner of his eye. The skin looked blemished but it was soft against your own. Neither you nor William had nothing to fear. This secret would not break you two, but make your love stronger.
"Would you really marry if I asked?" William asked, his whole form still shaking. "Even with this?"
"I would without a second thought," you answered. "The whole kingdom will hear me say 'yes' when the day comes."
.....
Nozel Silva
When you walked into Nozel's office on his summons, you were surprised to see the Captain of the Coral Peacocks sitting with him.
"We have something important to discuss," Nozel stated. "And Captain Dorothy's magic is necessary to do so." He offered his hand to you. You took it and held it tight. "Take us to Glamour World," he said to Dorothy without taking his eyes off you.
You and Nozel were transported into the pastel-colored world of Dorothy's Dream Magic. You look to Nozel, silently questioning him with your eyes. What required such intense privacy as this?
"The fact is that the circumstances of my mother's death were fabricated," Nozel stated without hesitation. "This is the truth." Nozel undid the collar of his shirt and revealed a line of dark runes on the once covered skin, like a brand. "My mother was killed by a curse from Megicula. If I or anyone else speaks of the curse in the real world, we would suffer the same fate as her." Nozel bowed his head. "I didn't want to burden you with this knowledge but when you told me I could rely on you..." He choked up. "But if you want to leave because of this—"
Nozel was stopped by you wrapping your arms around him. To think your strong, unwavering prince could have such a weight on his heart.
"It's okay," you whispered. "It's a burden, but one I am happy to share with you. It's scary but it's not nearly enough to drive me away. I'm here to stay."
Nozel returned your embrace. He always stood on his own, always forced himself to be strong. But now? He had you, so kind and brave, and you made the pain just a little easier to endure.
"Be sure not to speak of the curse when we're back in the real world."
"Of course. I'm not that careless."
"Forgive me for forcing this information upon you."
"There's nothing to forgive."
You two stayed that way for a while. You need to wrap your head around what you've learned. And Nozel needed to hold you just a little longer.
.....
Morgen Faust
You found it suspicious that Morgen invited you to his family's manor while his parents and older brother were "called away for business." It was shady, wrong. The suspicion became caution then terror when Morgen led you into a basement that one, you weren't aware existed, and two, had thousands of skulls lining the walls.
"Please don't be scared! There's no immediate danger, I swear!" Morgen yelled over your horrified screams.
"How am I supposed to not be scared?!" you shouted back. "You just brought me into a creepy murder den filled with skulls!"
"I'm sorry!" Morgen wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry to scare you but... I worried you wouldn't believe me otherwise."
After helping you calm down, Morgen explained how he'd be investigating his family. How he found that for generations they'd been working with devils. And now Nacht was getting involved. Morgen's whole body shook as he told you. His voice wavered but never failed.
"How can you be with a man who refuses to do what's right? How can you be with a man whose family is so tainted?"
In all the time you've known Morgen, he's never broken down for any reason. And now... You held his face and wiped the tears that fell down his face. He leaned into your touch then met your gaze.
"Morgen, you aren't your family. I'm not going to hold any of this against you." You brushed aside his tears and bangs. "As long as you do what you feel is right, I'll support you."
Morgen looked at you in shock before smiling and embracing you. He was in such awe. Your forgiveness and understanding was saintly, he believed. And to do right by that your love, he would have to confront his family.
"Hey, can we leave now? This place is giving me the creeps."
"Certainly." Morgen gave a laugh, flooded with gratitude and relief.
.....
Nacht Faust
The light of a full moon reflected off Nacht's hair as you two stood alone in the woods. It was dead silent around the two of you. He had brought you there, saying he had a secret he needed to share.
"Please, close your eyes for a moment."
You took a deep breath and did as he requested. Your heart was racing with excitement. Your relationship with Nacht had been progressing quite well and you two had been together for quite some time. Perhaps he was going to propose now? You could only hope.
"Alright, you can open your eyes now."
Slowly, the world came back into view before you. You gasped. Nacht stood before you, now wrapped in a darkness deeper than the night already around you. A cloak that looked like pitch black fur. Vicious claws instead of hands. And a pair of horns pointed through a hat and towards the sky.
Nacht bowed his head. "Tell me, what do you see?"
"Those horns... Those are Weg, aren't they?" you asked to which Nacht nodded.
"I have contracts with four devils. This is only one of several forms I can take." Nacht touched a hand to his chest. "I'm sorry for keeping this from you. I've wanted to tell you for a while but I could never find the courage before now. I thought you'd hate me—or worse, fear me—for this."
You walked forward. When you were close enough, you tugged down Nacht's collar and kissed him. It didn't last long as Nacht stepped back in shock but you let it happen.
"Have more faith in me, dear," you said, grinning with reassurance and a bit of exasperation. "After knowing you for so long, I don't think I can not love you. I trust you, so trust yourself."
Feeling like his heart would burst, Nacht ever so carefully took your hands in his and kissed you. He feared you would abandon him but tonight you proved that you truly were his salvation.
pls remember to tag unreality on april fools !!!! just bc its april fools doesn't mean u get to post unreality w/o consequences. be mindful of psychotic people and people with paranoia. dont start huge rumors or spread political misinformation
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
I post this every year but it’s worth it to remind myself to plant flowers, in the garden and in my mind and whenever I get a chance, in the hearts of others.
