I’ll always love Jaune and Pyrrha but the Atlas Arc and especially Volume 9 have been putting in MAD work to give me another religion as well
Like, what the fuck I wasn’t supposed to vibe with Whiteknight this much but I’ve been dragged in really hard
Given that it’s pretty new I don’t necessarily see it getting a definitive conclusion like Bumblebee or Renora but I’m pretty convinced they’ll at least leave it open ended and keep dropping crumbs, given how much they connected in this volume alone
Congrats to Kara though, it only took her ten years to get her wish
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HE LOVES HER EYES WHEN LOVELIGHT LIES,
Lit with a passionate fire. Oh, Mother Eywa. As fine art thou created has he stood stead before the eyes of his own love; his woman. Across the room; the sea of crowd, time has slowed itself for her in taking every sight of Neteyam. Never does it cease in adoration, at last not in lone splendor hung aloft the eve, and staring, with bodies apart, like Pandora’s sleepless glowing flora that illuminates the dots on his body.
Steadfast still, unwavered still. A crescent grows itself on her eyes as her lips curl into a lovely, sweet smile. Oh, Mother Eywa. How could a man exist ever oh so beautiful?
Her fair love rips her bosom, swells in delight when those honey eyes meet hers. His lips fall into a close, not heeding the previous chatter with other warriors; as it grows into the reflection of her mouth. Time has stopped. Many heads around them have stopped moving. Still, her tender-breath keeps her on the ground, whispering to her that this is reality.
A reality where her mighty Neteyam is hers, may as well take his heart; it is already offered in no passing seconds by the man himself. And the gratitude itself, is evident in the deep of those eyes; ever so dreamy, oh so lovely she hangs the star. The smile on Neteyam’s face is enough to cradle her, to tell her: I know, Love. Yet so eloquent, that smile wins your face, the tint that glows on your face, Oh how grateful Neteyam is.
Closing the gap, dividing the sea of people in cheers of festivity, has he found his legs bring their hearts closer without ceasing the connection their souls share in a form of eye contact. His eyes fall in shame, upon the overly-smitten canvas she displays on that gorgeous frame. He knows, Neteyam knows. Pandora itself has bowed down to her feet.
She bestows him a hand on his left chest, laying on his heart. The man has his eyes latch on the fluttering eyelashes that are the roof of those glittering orbs. Ripe lips parting in attempt to voice out every bit of words that left on her throat; she closes that pair of yellow in girlish grace.
“Neteyam.”
His soft yet calloused palm rests on top of hers, claiming the warmth within his hold as if it is his last breath to fight for, to cling on. Soft humming leaves his throat, patiently in a moment of waiting for the next words.
“Love me.” The wind carries her throat, a whisper that is only reserved for his hearing.
“Have I spent a second in my life not doing so?”
To the contrary his mind had drawn as called expectation, the teardrop that falls upon her porcelain skin betrays his brain. Neteyam finds his other hand against her small shoulder, caressing up to her neck, eventually he meets her cheek. Wasted tears slide in between their skin, the lady finds comfort in leaning close in his swallowing hand. “Love me.”
That hand on his chest falls, leaving an emptiness as Neteyam reaches for her embrace, that beautiful face comes into his tender cradling in search of any sign of lonesome, of abandonment; may the burden on his heart be lifted once he sees nothing but love. But love, and just love, on her face.
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan.
A man with splendid achievements and titles that carries his golden name, to the breadth of his noble, he is Neteyam. Adored by many, sought by many, loved by many. Her heart swells in agony; oh, Mother Eywa. What is it like, to live as one breathing in the same air as Neteyam yet not feeling his love? It can not be her, for how she is utterly, lovingly, honestly beholden. He chose her. He sees her.
That Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan loves her.
Has the beautiful blush, Neteyam savors the sight as her bosom is pressed against his abdomen. Craning her neck in hope to meet her lover’s eyes in such closeness, his much bigger hand eases her nape as another has its way in roaming her hip. He breathes in her scent, floral, pink sweet. He is drunk. “You are beloved to me. I shall say it every night, you are beloved to me.”
Not heeding any stares that might come with prejudice, the couple takes moment in every skinship, huddling close to each other in search of their heart, longing for something that is caged for years under the oath of mating they had not yet sworn upon. Years of difficulties the mankind had shot them, is the blame. To grow the love, the fruition of their heavenly love; those innocent children of theirs need to live in the world not knowing blood and tears.
“Make your love to me, then. I now am ready.”
© holdyourwine, 2023
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hiiii ;)
how did Corsen and Fang get together? or well, how did they fall for each other ?
Hello! Well it was a process you see!
When they first met Corsen didn't know things, a bunch of things. She only knew her name, hobbies, and birthday. But other than that she didn't know much else.
So the hooligans had to teach her! She was mostly with fang since she felt more safer with him, considering he saved her as well, she trusted him more. So that mean they spent more time together, Fang mostly being the one explaining a ton of things to her even if he didn't want too...this led to fang showing her more places, including the romantic ones, thinking is not a big deal. Untill it eventually clicks to him.
"aW FUCK NO I THINK SHES CUTE-
This makes fang get nervous or shy when explaining to her stuff. This doesn't click to Corsen till later when she asked bark why she gets a warm feeling around fang, bark immediately knows where his is going and explains love to her the best he can, now with context and a bit of understanding, Corsen definitely knows she's fallen for fang.
So imagine them both together as fang is trying to explain something to her, and they just kinda, stare at each other's eye for a moment before apologizing and looking away! There are like this for like a month or so.
Bean eventually gets fed up with this and encourages Corsen to confess her feelings to fang, which she does by giving fang a bouquet of golden flowers.
Fang immediately says yes, because he can't hide his feelings any longer even though they're pretty obvious but Corsen is a dingus.
Also he really wanted to hold the bouquet how the fuck did she get these!?
But yeah they're a buncha dorks! :]
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First interaction with a korok in totk
I have managed to get attached to them, they’re my friends, they’re so small and cute.
(Also remembering an interaction in a convention with someone cosplaying a korok…
Me: can I crucify you? *shows them the picture of a crucified korok*
Korok person, menacingly: There are many of us…
*awkward silence*
Korok person: want a picture instead?
… yeah I better be nice to the koroks)
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