the rising of the sun

anonymous asked:

Have you ever looked into someone's eyes and they have like stars in them? I just did and I'm in love

A boy once told me the freckles in my eyes remind him of constellations

anonymous asked:

what placements would make someone more sensitive to energy ? like being able to read people or feel/manipulate energy

definitely water signs and water placements!! but more specifically…

  • Sun, Moon, Rising, Mars, Mercury, Venus, or Dominant in Gemini (good at reading people), Cancer (good at feeling energies), Scorpio (energies), and Pisces (energies)
  • placements in 8th house, especially Moon
  • Moon or Pluto dominant (Moon is better with energies and sensitivity, while Pluto is better at reading people and getting vibes)

add any opinions or thoughts if you have any!

To Sam Winchester

When the sun beats down and warms my face, I recall your weathered hands caressing my cheek, pulling me into a kiss.

When the sun begins its assent into the roguish blues, hellish blacks, the iron yellows, break the chains you once had wrapped around my heart, like the first time you cornered me with an I Love You.

When the sun disregards the moon on its way to rest, I’m reminded that I am the only one for you.

When the sun rises and is hidden from my eyes, I search for you, grope with hands in front of my body, longing for warmth. You then roll back over and cradle me in your arms.

As the sun rises in the East and seeks refuge in the West, I rise and fall with you, moans and longing, and settle down in your bones to await the next time.

Originally posted by livingstills

Originally posted by bittercasblogger

One of the last songs on the Darren Criss Radio Spotify playlist.

“There’s Little Left” - Bruno Major [x]

There’s little left to sing that’s not been sung
No new words to rest on this tongue
There’s little left to do that’s not been done
There’s little left to love, only one

But when it seems the world has lost it’s spin
There’s always your heart left to win

Keep reading

I'll see you in the morning time.

(Hope you guys like this fic. Writing this two can be addictive, but I wasn’t sure if I could pull this off. The draft was huge, and I still hope I can write this in Jyn’s POV. 
Cassian and Jyn share his bed, and he is happy, but terrified at the same time. She leaves every morning and he wants her to stay. So he stops thinking.)

It’s almost morning. Cassian knows that soon she will wake up, carefully put on her boots and leave without making a sound. She probably forgets that he is a spy. He is already awake. He knows from day one that she goes away before the sun starts rising. Still, he pretends not to notice how cold and empty his little bunk is without her.

When Jyn entered in his quarters the first night, eyes red and puffy, Cassian didn’t hesitate in letting her into his bed. Her frightened look told him only one thing: nightmares. He had those too, so he knew what it was like to be haunted by distorted memories during the night.

Cassian only hesitated when she got close. Too close. Dangerously close. Jyn was laying in the opposite edge of the bunk, with her back to him. Should he turn to the opposite side? Should he just not move at all? Or hold her close and say “It’s all right, I’m here”? The last option seemed more tempting. But it was also the most difficult. What if she gets even more scared and runs off?, he thought.

Cassian stopped thinking and wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand resting softly on her stomach. It felt warm. It felt right. But reality kicked in and he started thinking again.

What have you done? She’s is going to leave and feel even worse than she already does…

To his surprise, she adjusted her position and closed the gap still existing between them. Cassian held a sigh of relief and contentment e hoped Jyn would not notice how frantically his heart was beating.

It’s been this way for weeks. She sleeps quietly in his arms and leaves before dawn. But today is going to be different.

Jyn is waking up, she just stretched both her legs under the covers and slightly turned her head. She carefully grabbed Cassian’s wrist to break free from his embrace. But he stopped thinking again. He pulls her closer, tightens his grip around her waist and when she tries to escape, he whispers “Please don’t go.”

Cassian can feel the tension on her entire body, he caught her out of guard. “Stay”, he says, almost a pleading.

Jyn is standing still, and the seconds feel like forever. She is still grabbing his wrist. “Okay, I’ll stay”, she finally says and he feels her shoulders relax. This time, Cassian does not hide the sigh of relief and contentment. She curls up in him and dozes off a few minutes later.

Cassian doesn’t know what he likes the most: the fire in Jyn’s eyes when she’s awake, or the serenity of her expression when she’s asleep.

Rules | Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by: @saltandlimes, @agent-nemesis@ellabesmirched, and @kyloream

Name: Alex

Nicknames: Alex is short enough as is, and I ruthlessly stamp out any attempts to nickname me based on birth name. Cor (from cormallen, the username I went by prior to tumblr) is perfectly acceptable, though!

Zodiac sign: Scorpio Sun, Scorpio Moon, Scorpio Rising (I’m a real fucking joy to be around, if you believe that sort of thing)

Height: …it’s a sore subject

Orientation: queer

Nationality: depends on what’s meant by ‘nationality’. I live in the US, but I was born in the USSR and have previously held Russian citizenship. Ethnically, I’m predominantly Ukrainian

Favorite fruit: pears, cherries

Favorite season: fall

Favorite book: This is an impossible list to whittle down, so let’s go with Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness and The Master and Margarita by Bulgakov as non-negotiables. The entire Vorkosigan Saga by Lois McMaster Bujold; Evenings on a Farm Near Dikanka Village by Gogol; The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Sarah Vowell’s Unfamiliar Fishes and Assassination Vacation are probably things I’d take to an uninhabited island with me, as well as possibly The Count of Monte Cristo for old times’ sake. The Silmarillion. Kim Stanley Robinson’s stuff. Joe Abercrombie’s stuff. The Steel Remains. All of Lermontov’s poetry, and Gumilev, and Akhmatova and Tsvetaeva. A ton of fiction and non-fiction about Genghis Khan/the Borjigin clan/the Yuan dynasty/the House of Hulagu/the Altan Orda – Ulus of Jochi/the Pax Mongolica. SERIOUSLY, THIS IS SO HARD.

Favorite flower: chrysanthemums (fall mums, specifically) 

Favorite scent: leather, woodsmoke, rainy wet peaty dirt, Earl Grey tea, strong coffee, Bvlgari Black 

Favorite color: grey, purple, black

Favorite animal: bears, cats (bearcats?)

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: tea or coffee, depending on the occasion

Average sleep hours: 4-6, this is not good

Cat or dog person: YES!

Favorite fictional character: Baba Yaga

Number of blankets you sleep with: minimum of two; if I can steal more (and kick a bedmate in the process), I will 

Dream trip: I really kind of want to do that classic American roadtrip someday. Start somewhere in Vermont or Maine, and go map left. Otherwise, probably back to Ukraine – I haven’t been as an adult; back to St Petersburg but it’s magically not in Russia somehow. Prague. Stockholm. Berlin. 

Blog created: 2012 sometime; barely used until TFA came out, though

Number of followers: 450ish? I should go check

OK, I’m supposed to tag 20 people, so: @missabigailhobbs, @thewightknight, @theweddingofthefoxes, @dantealicheery, @jinxiebat, @itsbeentendays, @sithofren, @bloodthirstyoctopus, @gentleman-caller, @ragingsolo, @lia-rei, @wolfsis92, @tentaclees, @ad-aphelion, @badspacebabies, @symphorophilian, @claricechiarasorcha, ARE WE THERE YET, @garbagechoote, @toomuchapples, @vaguelynormal, I THINK I CAN COUNT!

astro working in the library 📚

MJ: library assistant; the first person you see when you enter the library seated behind his desk greeting you with a wide smile its almost like you can see the sun rising from behind cause his smile is to die for okay i need to stop hes the one you look for when you’ve got book fines to pay but no worries hes nice trust me

Jinjin: library managers; hes the one making sure facilities are working good and all his fellow librarians are doing fine and happy. can be seen walking around the library occasionally, probably to annoy the others.

Eunwoo: librarian; in charge of the non fiction/informative books section. very neat and the slightest mess in the bookshelves annoys him and will spend time and effort to make sure everything is perfect. gets picture taken secretly and probably known as the ‘handsome librarian’ in town.

Moonbin: librarian; in charge of the fiction/teen reads section. also helps with the usage of computers when he sees anyone having trouble. on good terms with most of the teens that frequent the library, those teens adoooore him. i mean i would totally adore him too soo~

Rocky: librarian; instead of being in charge of certain sections, hes in charge of categorizing the returned books before they are put bck to where they belonged to which is pretty important i must say alritess. need any special requests to retrieve books/items from restricted areas??? hes the man you go to!

Sanha: librarian; in charge of you guessed it - kids/young children section. just imagine this tall cutie guy kneeling on the ground just to arrange the books on the kid’s shelves. CUTE. he kinda also squeals when he sees little kids running up to him to return a book.

a/n: requested by the lovely @biahblue ! thank you so much love for the request! hope you liked it and feel free to request more in the future ~

Robb Stark- Children of the Summer

There were certain perks to living in the North during the long summer. Although you often didn’t get to actually appreciate those days, with your husband learning how to be the Lord of Winterfell, and you were spending your days juggling shadowing Catelyn to learn your place as the future Lady of Winterfell and raising your two young children.

Ed (named truly after Lord Eddard) had just had his sixth name day and your daughter Lyla was nearing in on her third name day. It was always a cause of celebration for your Northern home whenever it was announced that you were with child and when you survived the births of both of your children, your place as a Lady of the North was cemented.

Although for you, the fact that the children had always been an expectation of your marriage was forgotten the moment you saw the look of pure joy on Robb’s face when you had told him, you can remember the moment as clearly as a new day’s sun rising over the walls of Winterfell…


You had been suspicious of a pregnancy for a few weeks, but you waited to be sure, checking with Maester Luwin before you even considered telling your husband.  The real issue was trying to figure out how to tell him, you didn’t want to just out right say it, you and Robb had been trying for a child since your bedding ceremony (and if you’re completely honest, the pair of you hadn’t exactly been avoiding the conception of a child even before you were wed, Robb was simply too much to resist) so the a creative plan was necessary to break the news to him.

 It took you roughly three days to come up with a plan to announce to Robb about your child. You decided to go with some creative needlework, creating a baby-sized blanket with a direwolf embroidered alongside the Stark house words. You smiled to yourself as you finished the blanket, placing it on your shared bed and awaiting Robb to return from a hunt with his father and half brother Jon, knowing that the hunt was his final commitment of the day you were hoping that this would lead to a joyous celebration. You sat in front of the fire in your chambers, a book in one hand and the other resting gently on your small bump, although you knew a bump was still unlikely, but you liked to think that you were beginning to show, the door to your chambers slowly opened and in walked your gallant husband, hunting furs still hanging from his shoulders and his auburn curls still ruffled from riding through the wind, a loving smile appearing on his face as he finally sees you sitting in front of the fire, his smile only grows as he makes his way towards you and greets you with a light kiss

“Good afternoon my love” He says pulling back from you, his hand gently holding your cheek

“Hello my darling how was the hunt?” You ask, standing from the chair and helping your husband to remove his furs

“Successful! We managed to take two stags and a couple of wild boars, the kitchens will be full for the next week or so” He said, a proud smile appearing on his face, you knew that he felt great pride for his finesse in such ‘lordly’ activities as they helped to confirm for him that he will be a great Lord just like his father when his time comes.

“That sounds amazing my lord, you know how much I love roasted boar, I can’t wait” You reply with a smile, taking his face lightly in your hands and taking a moment to admire the breath-taking man that you married

“And how has your day been?” Robb asks, kissing your forehead before moving to the seat you were sat in previously to heat by the fire for a moment, it may have been sunny outside but the castle somehow managed to remain cold

“Oh nothing much really, I completed some needle work, would you like to see?” You enquire, trying as hard as possible to keep your voice steady so that you don’t ruin the surprise by allowing excitement to leak into your tone

“Of course my love” Robb answers, his eyes following your body as you moved to collect the blanket from your bed, he had noticed something was different about his wife, but he simply could not place it.

“Here you are” You said, watching his face intently as he inspects the blanket

“Its beautiful my lady, but what is it?” He asks, a blush rising on his cheeks, embarrassed that he did not know what you had created

“It’s a blanket” You said, Robb nodded in understanding but then turned to you again in confusion

“But its much too small for our bed” He said, his northern accent becoming thicker in his confusion

“Yes but its not for us darling” You whispered lightly, moving your hand to lay on your stomach again, waiting for your sentence to settle into Robb’s mind

“Wait a moment… Are you certain?” He asks, standing from his chair and stepping close to you

“Aye, it’s been a few weeks and Maester Luwin confirmed it for me a few days ago” You said, a smile breaking out onto your lips

“You’re with child?? LET THE GODS BE GLAD THIS IS THE MOST WONDERFUL NEWS” Robb shouts, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you passionately, your joint laughter ringing out as you celebrate the news of your first child


“Now what are you thinking about my love?” You hear a voice say from behind you, two arms reaching around your waist to hug you and pull you back into the strong chest of your husband

“Just thinking about the day I told you that I was pregnant with Ed that’s all” You say with a smile, tilting your head back slightly to kiss your husband

“That was one of the best days of my life, and now look, we have two beautiful children, growing together in the same place as generations of Starks before them” Robb said, you could clearly hear the joy in his voice, the fact that Winterfell will eventually be passed down to your children and the children of the other Stark children, and hopefully Jon if Ned ever convinces Catelyn to allow him to legitimise Jon

“Its almost crazy to think about it like that, how many tasks do you have to complete today my love?” You question Robb as you turn in his arms

“I believe I need to have one more brief meeting with my father and then I am done for the day, why do you ask my lady?” He returns, eyeing you rather suspiciously, obviously assuming you mean to sneak off and begin work on your third heir
“We haven’t spent time as a whole family in so long, I miss seeing you with the children” You say, you hand reaching up to play with the small curls at the nape of Robb’s neck, knowing full well that it is one of the easiest ways to get Robb to agree to anything you want

“I think a day as a family seems like a wonderful idea, I’ll go meet with father, you go to the kitchens and ask them to prepare a small picnic for us, after my meeting I will find the children wherever they may be causing trouble and then we’ll meet you at the gates” Robb said, kissing you softly but lovingly at the end of his long list of instructions and he begins to turn to go and find his father, but you grab his collar and pull him close to whisper in his ear

“Just think about how well the children will sleep after this, it means the whole night will be free for us to do whatever we please” You feel a shiver pass through Robb’s body at your words
“They do say three is the magic number” Robb whispers back to you
“Well we better work hard tonight” You respond with a kiss on his cheek before you saunter away towards the kitchen, feeling the lustful look emanating from your husband as your hips sway with your steps
“Go find your father” You call out without turning back to face him, hearing a mumbled “shit” before you hear the stomp of his boots move in the opposite direction.


I am taking requests! I just need a synopsis and a character!

20 things about meeeeeee

hallo sorry omg this semester is teeming with tests and i barely have time to do anything ;-;-;-;

OMO TYSM to the peeps who tagged me ily pls accept my sarangs @haechico @pepperonibecausedoyoung @why-jaehyun <333333

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname: umm my name is really bad for nicknames but my bff calls me yara-poo ?? she needs to stop tho | ‘yarzies’, radwin/radlose –> ok so my last name is rad***(lol cant give away too much info :’) and i campaigned for like student elections so i was like AYY RAD-WIN!! but then i lost and everyone called me AHAH RAD-LOSE and i am still in trauma

Gender: female ~~

Star Sign:  O M L I always see people like  “rising sun “ “something moon” like brooo what even iDKK i want to know how this is configured ;;;;; im a libra tho lel

Height: ummmmm its like >170cm but <175cm so i wanna say like 172/3cm ?? idk i should check lel

Time right now: 12:06 am

Last thing googled: ok dkm “how to check your google history”

but the actual last legit thing i searched was “how to use while loops in java”


Favorite solo artists: TAEYEONNN, Ariana Grande, JB, Alfred Reed, Gustav Holst(i lovveee classical/band music so much adhja)

Song stuck in your head: MONSTA X - BEAUTIFUL im literally on my knees for their first win istg this song is 1110/10

Last movie watched: i never watch movies but i think the last one was Kimi No Na Wa and lets not talk about that because im starting to cry thinking about it

Last TV show watched: umm im watching The Liar and His Lover rn lol Joyyy ajhfgs shes so pretty 

When did you create your blog: ohhh i got like that “congrats your blog is 1 year old email” like two weeks ago so um yeah 1 year 2 weeks old

What kind of stuff do you post: probably 97% nct, 1% other kpop groups, 2% memes/relatable stuff that applies to my life/things that i feel are important to be shared 

When did your blog reach its peak: i actually only started using my tumblr after i realized there was a ginormous slew of kpop fan accounts here and i needed a will to live so yeah probably in january i started following and reposting everything

and then semester two came along and now i barely have time to live

Do you have any other blogs: nuuu 

Do you get asks regularly: no lol im a lo n e

Why you chose your url: bro what even you can choose urls?? im still a N00B pls

Following: 686 i shit you not probably 95% of them are nct fan accounts

Posts: 644 (in which most of them happened in the span of a single month)

Hogwarts house: shitshitshitshist i dont read/watch hp pls

Pokemon team: Mystic aka best team

Favourite coloUrs: black and any dark shade of a colour(esp blue, purple + green)

Average hours of sleep: sorry what is sleep? i have insomnia + a really unhealthy shit-ton of school work so on a good day 7/6 hours but for example yesterday i had 4 hours

Lucky Numbers: 9 idk thats the day of my birthday but i never really invested in a lucky number sooooo

Favorite characters: fictional? uhhhhhhhhhhhh barbie lol

What are you wearing right now: a sweater and shorts(because i live in canada where you have to be cold + hot at the same time because our weather goes through more moodswings than me on my ppppppp)

How many blankets do you sleep with: one but it has to be the furriest heaviest warmest thing ever or else im cold(even in the summer)

Dream job: if we’re talking realistic, probably a dentist/forensic scientist/some sort of person that specializes in chem + drugs

if we’re talking about stfu jobs, like the camera crew/translator/some backstage person at SM ent or any company

Dream trip: um hello?  (south) K O  R E  A 

TAGS: @taebreez @kookies-for-taehyung @1aeil @donghyuckstudies @taeiloves @jaehyyunn :^)

my heart is a garden of weeds;
overgrown branches and twisting vines
embracing a disarray of flowers
that bloom too much and too fast
to name before their petals
land at your feet-

my heart is a garden of weeds;
a playground for the unruly
a sanctuary for the quiet
and when the sun rises
the leaves shiver apart ever so slightly

for even weeds
fall for the brief comfort
of fleeting warmth

And when the sun rises and sets, and you haven’t slept, who is it that’s been on your mind the whole time? Is it that love who’s not yet your lover? Is it that lover who you do not love? Or are you, one of the lucky few, who thinks of their love who loves them too?


(Photo is not mine)

OTP Questionnaire - Hiei / Botan

For @littlegreenstrawberry

Fair warning, this is crazy long and I don’t know how to put something under the cut in mobile. Also, I’m very indecisive, so this might be all over the place.

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

Hmmmm… I can see both of them being early birds. Botan definitely seems like a “rises with the sun” kind of gal.

Hiei is a night owl, but he doesn’t require much sleep anyway, so he’s up early as well.

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

Hiei’s not one for cuddling at all, but when he does, he’s the big spoon.

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

Botan hogs the covers and loves to cuddle. Hiei pretends it bothers him, but he secretly doesn’t mind it.

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Botan all the way.

5. Who usually has nightmares?

I think both of them could be prone to nightmares. Botan would be more obvious (thrashing around, whimpering or even sleep talking) whereas Hiei is silent and the only signs of his discomfort would be a frown or furrowed brow or crease in his forehead.

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

Botan during the day; Hiei at night. Though I could just as easily see Botan having them at any time of the day or night and dragging Hiei into it via a discussion or by pestering him until he gives her his thoughts on the matter.

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

Botan. But not so much that it’s annoying. She sweats the pertinent details, whereas Hiei isn’t big on planning.

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Hiei sleeps in his underwear, Botan wears cute pajamas.

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

Whoever wakes up first makes the coffee / tea, so it varies.

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour?

I like the idea that Hiei has a taste for sweetness, but he probably denies it and takes it bitter for the sake of keeping up appearances. Only a select few know the truth. Botan prefers it sweet.

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

Hiei doesn’t care for human movies at all, but if he’s forced to watch it, he’d rather watch horror. Botan’s a sucker for romance.

12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?

Hiei’s small, Botan’s tall.

13. Who is considered the scaredy cat?

Botan gets scared easily (pranks, jump scares, etc) but she’s by no means a scardey cat.

14. Who kills the spiders?


15. Who is scared of the dark?


16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?


17. Who works/ Who stays at home?

They’d both work.

18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person?

Botan’s obviously a cat lover, though I could see her loving dogs as well! Hiei doesn’t care for either, but his personality is more like a cat.

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Most definitely Botan - to Hiei’s embarrassment.

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

They’re both dominant by their own rights, but Botan knows the importance of yielding every now and again. Hiei is most dominant, but even he gives in when the situation calls for it. (Looks like he learned a thing or two from our favorite ferry-girl)

21. Who has an obsession (over anything)?

Botan! I can totally see her getting obsessed with anything she finds interesting / cute.

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?


23. Who asks who out on the first date?

It could go either way, really.

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?

Botan talks, Hiei listens.

25. Who wears the other ones clothes?

I can totally see Botan wearing Hiei’s clothes and loving the fact that his scent is all over it. Hiei secretly likes it, but never admits it out loud.

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?

Hiei probably eats healthy just because he doesn’t see the need for junk. Botan indulges every now and then.

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower?

Botan takes the longest showers and sings or hums everywhere (not just limited to the shower).

28. Who is the book worm?

I don’t see either of them being a book worm, but I could see Botan getting sucked into a good book if she has the time to do so.

29. Who is the better cook?

I like to head canon that Hiei is the better cook, but he doesn’t cook often.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach?


31. Who is more affectionate?


32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?

Botan loves the moments when she and Hiei can have long, deep conversations. It’s not very often that he’s in a talkative mood, so she cherishes the moments when she can have a nice, long convo with him and pick at his brain.

She is always the initiator, but Hiei finds himself indulging in these sort of conversations because he sees it as an opportunity the way her mind works. He never fully understands her, but that is partly the reason why he likes her so much.

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?

Come on, we all know Hiei would wear the “sin” shirt.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

I think it would be more like this:

Hiei - “If moody, return to Botan”
Botan - “I am Botan”

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?


36. Who is the social media addict?


37. Height difference or age difference?

Botan’s a good few inches taller than Hiei. (There is an age difference between them, but who knows what it really is?)

38. Who likes to star gaze?

Botan. The girl loves the sky.

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside?

Botan. (I was so tempted to write Kai, for those of you who’ve read Love You More)

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?

Botan’s the fun one, Hiei’s the responsible one. But their kid thinks they’re both the coolest people ever.

41. Who cries during sad movies?


42. Who is the neat freak?

I head canon that if Hiei was human, he’d be very orderly and have all his shit organized and put together. But demon Hiei has no need for it.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

Hiei wins it for Botan, but only after she fails and wastes a ton of money / time.

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?

They’re both active.

45. Who is more likely to get drunk?

Botan is more likely to get drunk. And good old Hiei has to take care of her.

46. Who has the longer food order?

Hiei’s got a bigger appetite, so I think it’d be him.

47. Who has the more complex coffee order?

Botan. She would definitely be interested in trying all these fancy flavors.

48. Who loses stuff?

Botan, but very rarely.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?

I don’t think Hiei would ever get on Botan’s oar if he could help it. But if they were human, I could see him preferring to be the one behind the wheel.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?


anonymous asked:

Anon having a rough night: I know how difficult it can be to keep going sometimes. Find something you love or that means something to you and hold on to it. I believe you can make it and I want you to see better days. The sun will rise, I promise. I care so much about you. Please stay alive. 💕 - Truce anon


Sea Wolf Part 9

I woke from that nightmare with my hands clenched tightly. My own fingers clawed into my palms, the tips like small razors biting into my skin. Pain isn’t the best feeling when you first open your eyes, but it’s the one thing that lets you know right away that you’re still alive. With a deep breath of the salt air I could almost taste the bits of smoke from the fire as it finally had died out. The sun was rising up from the coastline, and it took me a moment to realize I’d been asleep for almost a day. It was a wonder the Makrura hadn’t returned to carry me off like the others, and I cursed myself for the stupidity of thinking it safe. Maybe a part of me didn’t care for the safety, and just wanted the rest above all. I mulled that thought through my brain as I watched the crescent shaped marks in my palms slowly close up. The scent of my own blood was as repugnant as any of the fowl creatures I’d come across time and again, and I wiped it away on a ragged piece of my coat. I threw it into the fire, letting the embers take the material with them.

When I finally emerged from the little cave that had been my hideaway I was able to see the coastline for the first time. The light from the rising sun cast everything with a tinge of orange, but I could make out bits of wreckage and what remained of some of the bodies. Bits and pieces were scattered around, from boats and people alike, and I began to make out details of the Horde remains as well. Walking among the dead was never an easy thing, especially when ever sense you had screamed at the assault. I could see every detail of a slice along a neck, the green skin of an orc puffy and decaying. The smell overruled everything else, and I had to fight the urge to heave my empty stomach. As revolting as it was, something about the smell drew my attention. I peered closer at the Orc’s neck, and noticed the skin around the cut was mottled and had formed boils along the edge.


My own voice shocked me as it touched the air, the sound haggard and dry like the desert. I briefly considered dunking my head beneath the shore, but if the salt wasn’t enough to leave me sick the ichor-stain that lay across its surface would have sent me running. Still I pressed on and let my eyes wander around the scene. Chunks of wood, burnt from the explosion but soaked now, floated in. Larger parts that hadn’t sunk were caught in the deeper sand, but I couldn’t tell whether they came from our ship or theirs. As I replayed the events that’d stranded me over again in my head I nearly missed something that should have jumped out immediately. Foot prints wandered in a lazy manner away from the waters edge, the deeper impressions of a man’s knees having already nearly washed away with the tide. I lost them briefly as I found the edge where the grasslands met the beach, but I found them again a short while later. That’s when I saw the blood.

It was stretched across a few blades of grass every few feet, and already turning brown as it dried. The rain made a damned fine hunt to keep its course, and when I found its end all that waited for me was disappointment. Hoofprints scattered a stretch of empty grass, the dirt kicked up and muddy from the rain the other night. The trail lead away and towards the mountains in the distance, the scattered peaks tipped with snow and the haze of fog as it rolled in. That was when I noticed the faint taste of gunpowder on the wind, and as my eyes fell back to the dirt I saw a tiny little thing half hidden beneath the mud. With a groan I reached for it, and plucked a tooth from under the surface. Muddy and still holding a bit of the man it’d come from I could almost feel the heat rising up in my chest.

“Don’t usually take a trophy less I kill th'thing, but for ye y'bastard, I’ll make'n exception. Best hope I don’ find ye…”

I could already feel my feet carrying me in the direction of the tracks. There was little chance I’d be able to pick up their trail once I reached the base of the mountain, the snow was already thick and covering most of the path ahead. I figured, though, that as the only sign of life out here thus far there was a fair chance a town lay somewhere in that direction, and with any luck a bit of food and water. I still ached from head to toe, and the only decent weapon I had on me was myself. The pistol I’d waved at the beast the other night was shot, the spring in the hammer all but worthless. So with nothing but the ragged leathers and a hat I made my way towards the summit, willing each step toward whatever lay ahead.

“Been through worse y'lil shite, didn’t make it through tha’ t'give up now…got a promise t'keep.”


cutscenes that keep the stupid clothes you put on your character