❝ but there’s something else there now. something like… PRIDE. you know? i mean, without all this… i couldn’t have become your friend.  ❞  // indie emil of nier & nier automata. hc based and multiverse. written by squiggles.

                               * . ✧ SIX OF CROWS ✧ . *

                                                - STARTERS -

❝ The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true. ❞ ❝ When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing. ❞ ❝ I’m a business man. ❞ ❝ Stay till the end. ❞ ❝ We are all someone’s monster. ❞ ❝ I want to feel safe again. ❞ ❝ We’ll set fire to raisins or whatever you heathens do for fun. ❞ ❝ I have been made to protect you. ❞ ❝ Men mock the gods until they need them. ❞ ❝ Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man. ❞ ❝ What do you want then? ❞ ❝ The easiest way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re going to steal his watch. ❞ ❝ You actually look happy. ❞ ❝ You’ll get what’s coming to you some day. ❞ ❝ I want you to stay. ❞ ❝ Better terrible truths than kind lies. ❞ ❝ If only you could talk to girls in equations. ❞ ❝ Brick by brick, I will destroy you. ❞ ❝ Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it? ❞ ❝ Facts are for the unimaginative. ❞ ❝ You might say I’m a lockpick. ❞ ❝ If you fail, all the world will suffer for it. ❞ ❝ They fear you as I once feared you. ❞ ❝ You wouldn’t know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth. ❞ ❝ What did you do to me in you dreams? ❞ ❝ You couldn’t train a falcon, then expect it not to hunt. ❞ ❝ We’ll be Kings and Queens. ❞ ❝ None of us move on without a backward look. ❞ ❝ Shame holds more value than coin ever can. ❞ ❝ This is when a thank you would be in order. ❞ ❝ The life you live, the hate you feel – it’s poison. I can drink it no longer. ❞ ❝ I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand. ❞ ❝ You have no finesse. ❞ ❝ Just trust me. ❞ ❝ If your god is so delicate, maybe you should get a new one. ❞ ❝ Maybe you’re just not enough. ❞ ❝ He’s going to get us all killed. ❞ ❝ Any other impossible feats you’d like us to accomplish? ❞ ❝ You’re cuter when you’re smart. ❞ ❝ I need someone who can be invisible, who can become a ghost. ❞ ❝ I may not have had your education, but I’m sure I know plenty of words that you don’t. ❞ ❝ You’re excellent at hostage. ❞ ❝ I’m a very valuable investment. ❞ ❝ It feels good to be this kind of cold. ❞ ❝ You taught me to be something better. ❞ ❝ What doesn’t kill me better run. ❞

i’ve had a hectic few days and only just came back and saw what happened earlier, but i just wanted to say that this is and will always be a safe space and if anyone needs someone to talk or vent to or someone who will bombard you with pictures of cute animals to distract you from it all, i’m here for you

me, finally joining munday, with a kitty who is judging us all

The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you’ve been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.

Unknown  (via quotemadness)

reading my own writing: boy, you sure like your commas, don’t you,

A familiar face, a different age

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”

-Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

this skin is not yours, little god

[ relationship hc meme - accepting / @solatoma ]  🤗

🤗 are they physically affectionate?

     he is an affectionate fiend, more like. personal space? never heard of it. whether it be something as simple as holding hands, or arms around shoulders with the entirety of his weight leaning into you ( which isn’t much, all in all, but still. ) there will be kisses - many kisses. little touches, a brush of fingers here and there, for he likes being near his partners. likes feeling them and wrapping himself around them as if he were a nice coat that needs to keep you warm with his affection. if you’re his lover, expect to have a snuggly wind spirit on your hands. an unfortunate ailment only made worse when he’s had a dozen to many glasses of wine.

     that is not to say that he can not take a hint, however. if his partner were touch adverse for whatever reason, he would not pressure for otherwise. for there are more ways to show affection than solely the physical.

Old Friend

uwasari​:

 THE  BARD  ALMOST  LAUGHED  AT  THE  DUMBFOUNDED  LOOK  ON  THE  ELF,  OR  RATHER  ARCHON’S  FACE.  if  he  were  the  one  surprised,  would  he  have  the  same  expression  ?  of  course  it  would,  they  were  quite  literally  twins  now.  every  show  of  emotion  would  be  the  same,  every  action,  a  mimic.  but    …    there  would  be  one  thing  that  would  differ  between  the  two  :  the  reasoning  behind  the  smiles,  the  tears  and  laughter.  that  would  always  be  different.  he  briefly  wondered,  a  very  small  part  of  him  did,  if  his  friend  was  expressing  more,  due  to  have  the  means  to.  as  an  elf,  a  little  wind  spirit,  he  was  without  a  mouth  to  smile,  and  even  a  voice.

 …    but  his  actions,  body  movements  showed  his  joy.  and  the  sorrow  he  saw  through  his  glazed  eyes  back  then.

 quickly  ushering  such  thoughts  aside,  the  boy  waited  for  reality  to  process  in  the  elf,  barbatos,  venti’s  mind.  watched  as  a  hand  shakily  reached  towards  his  face  and  when  touched,  he  would  turn  his  head  towards  it,  pressing  his  cheek  ever  so  slightly  as  to  not  startle  his  friend.        ❝    am  i  not  real  ?  i  feel  quite  solid.  my  feet  touch  the  ground,  i  am  able  to  feel  your  touch.  does  it  still  mean  i  am  not  real,  my  friend  ?    ❞        his  voice  was  soft,  almost  as  quiet  as  a  whisper  but  firm.

 ❝    you  ask  a  very  good  question  that  i  strangely  do  not  have  answers  to.  all  i  am  able  to  say,  what  i  am  certain  of,  is  that  i  have  always  been  with  you.  watching,  listening  to  your  songs  through  the  wind.    ❞        was  it  he  who  became  a  spirit  after  that  battle  ?  was  it  his  turn  to  be  a  wind  spirit,  unable  to  talk  and  only  watch  ?  but  it  seems  as  though  the  world  has  given  him  this  chance,  a  physical  body  to  inhabit.  to  speak  to  his  friend.

 at  the  sight  of  tears,  droplets  that  trailed  down  barbatos’  face,  the  bard  reached  out  his  own  hands,  fingers  catching  each  and  every  drop  that  he  could.        ❝    there  are  no  need  for  tears,  my  friend.  at  least  for  me.  a  smile  is  what  i  wish  to  see  from  you.  for  this  is  a  joyous  event,  our  reunion.  so,  for  me,  could  you  smile  ?    ❞

 his  hands  would  cup  barbatos’  face,  thumbs  rubbing  gently  against  his  cheeks  before  drifting  lower,  to  hold  the  braids,  from  dark  hair  to  vivid  greens.  the  differences  between  the  two,  whereas  his  eyes  were  steel-touched,  the  archon’s  were  wind-kissed.  yes,  his  friend  had  a  liking  for  the  brightest  of  greens  and  blues.        ❝    this  nation  truly  is  a  wonderful  place,  where  the  wind  is  not  contained,  where  people  are  free.    ❞        it  was  his  turn  to  give  a  smile.        ❝    you  have  done  so  well    …    my  little  wind  spirit.    ❞

    It was true that, once upon a time, the archon had had no mouth. No voice with which to speak. T'was true that, such limitations, had led to an overabundance of expression - a desire as intense as any other to show all that was held in his heart. That which he could only dream before, but could now make a reality. And yet… here, now, would another's reaction be all that different? Would just anyone gaze upon one who was loved, that was long thought to be dead - gone, never to return - and feel any less than he at this very moment?

    I saw you fall, I saw you die. I still remember the first time I gazed upon my reflection in the waters surface and only saw you. The once small elf breaking down as loss crashed into him akin to a thundering wave for the first time in his short life.

     How was this possible?

     A firm voice met his frayed inquiries ( the soft cadence he'd missed so, so much. ) Am I not real? He felt real, he sounded real. The friends of his past, the illusory torments that haunted the archon in his lowest of moments, never had they felt so warm beneath his fingertips. Never had they stayed, nor touched him in turn - gentle thumbs brushing aside the flood of tears that marred his face. Cleansing the battered heart that beat within aching chest, and only asking for a smile in return. He could continue to question reality all he wished, but what was there to doubt when faced with such irrefutable truth? Such soothing kindness?

     T'was not only a smile that his friend was given, but a laugh. A watery thing, from he whose eyes shimmered with tears and unshed. " It's just like you to be the calm one while I'm crying my eyes out. " Even as a wisp, he had been an excitable creature. A breath of wind ever asway with the breeze, with emotion. Windchime laughter, and low mournful hums. All for a friend, the sole one who could temper it in turn. ( Things had been innocent, back then. Yet some things never changed. ) " You're right, you're right. Of course you are. " Though a tease, there was a note of fondness there. Ringing warm and true.

     The hands that held windkissed braids were laid over with the archon's own, a fact he still had trouble believing. That he was here, real, speaking to him. ( My little wind spirit. ) Such words, such praise, it urged his smile wider. Sheepish, but proud. Honored that the one who had inspired it all could look upon their home and feel joy for what he saw… " Your wish, it was mine as well. For the land to be free - for the winds to guide, not dictate… For you, I did all that I could to make it come true. "

     Ginger was the hand that rose to wipe at wet eyes, to brush with a sleeve and dry that which had begun to blur his vision. ( For a moment, a trickling of fear plucked at his heartstrings. Whispering that he'd vanish the second he opened his eyes. Even if he doubted it, even if he knew it to not be true, still was there relief to see that he was still there - that not a single thing had changed. ) " There's so much I wanted to say to you, but now that you're here I have no idea where to begin. "

❝ but there’s something else there now. something like… PRIDE. you know? i mean, without all this… i couldn’t have become your friend.  ❞  // indie emil of nier & nier automata. hc based and multiverse. written by squiggles.

happy windblume! & welcome home venti!!!!!! 

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