prettyflyforabirdguy

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

“If you want ramen, we can get ramen, dear. No need to bite off the plebeians’ arms.”

@shujinkouno​

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

shujinkouno‌:

@prettyflyforabirdguy | deity au

He creeps through the halls silent as the dead. The dead in the mortal realm, rather, for here they are quite chatty. For now he has little tolerance for tales of bygone days. Every now and then he has to throw in a proper season for good measure; waiting for the harvests to end took more patience than he had to give.

The warmth he exudes never quite penetrates the stone, and he delights at the chill sent up his spine as he makes his way through the palace. He cracks open the door to their chambers, slides through, and is so overwhelmed that all he can do for a moment is compose himself.

Mune’s alseep Mune’s asleep Mune’s asleep —

Footsteps soft as deer padding on grass, Iie slinks closer to the bed. He sits on the floor, arms crossed atop the mattress pressed against his lips to muffle the low sounds that want to escape as he watches his husband. The rise and fall of his breathing, the soft fluttering of eyelashes, the barest of shifts that sends a few strands of hair spilling down his cheek…

Iie reaches for the floor blindly. He plucks a small, soft-petaled flower bloomed near the curve of his knee. Not wanting the bed to dip and give the game away, he lets his giddy heartbeat take over and he floats.

Carefully, gently, he runs the petals across the span of Mune’s cheekbones and back down to the empty span where Mune’s smile curves. This time, Iie’s not fully able to hold back a soft croon.

“Mune…”

As it grew colder, his chest burned brighter. 

The passage of time was nothing to most deities, unfazed by the turn of the heavens and the tilt of the earth, but it chained Muneshige's heart. Once the chills of fall and frost snipped short the lives of the living, he would be living again. His flower would be home. Sweet Iie home again. 

It seemed like only a matter of time now, given the wails of starvation as the spirits toiled and writhed in the wretched pits of his dominion. Harvests be damned; should he had the strength to wrestle the life from the soil, the snow would be a nuisance to no one, but the rest of the pantheon toiled the plains into wheat and steel into hoes and so he was damned to waiting. 

Sleeping passed the time well enough; thoughts of winter filled the brims of his dreams, snuggled into his husband to stave off the cold. It felt so real, like he could feel the gentle stroke of his hand across his cheek, hear him call his name. 

Mune’s eyes finally opened, greeted with the sleep-blurred vision of his dearest. 

He was very much awake then. 

“Iie!” Mirth filled death’s voice as his arms flung up, plucking his flower from the sky like a petal on the breeze. There were so many things he wanted to do at once that they all became jumbled--kisses across his face were interrupted by burying his head into the crook of his neck to breathe in the sweet scent of spring. The to holding his cheek, touching his hair, tracing his jaw to line a kiss again. Should his chest have beat, it would have pounded against his body, but even the void felt full now. 

Now that the first wave of elation had passed, he had enough composure to simply rest his forehead against his love’s, teasing in his voice, “What took you so long?”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

RULES: Think carefully about your character and their development within their story. Fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! Multimuses, pick as many characters as you want! Just repost, don’t reblog. Don’t clog the dash, please.

Originally posted by soloprimarina

Goddess of: Heavy precipitation and death

Associated with: floods, rivers, the underworld

Sacred plants: black rain lillies, fungi of all sorts

Sacred stones/gems: clay, smoothed stones of the river

Sacred animal(s): bottom feeding fish

Colors: Grey, black, navy blue

Scents: rainfall, bloated corpses

Accepted offerings / Ways to honor: constructing sturdy coffins, proper disposal of the dead

Other facts (optional): While the network of the underworld is large, Muneshige specializes in the bodies of those without markers, be it washed from their graves or sent to to the other side without one. Heavy rains and melting blizzards shift the earth away to expose corpses of those left without respect to be properly handled. Bodies returned to the cycle of life by the root of plants are considered honored by life and nature and may therefore be exempted from the mudslides. 

Tagged by: olli on some blog or another

Tagging: makes i dunno sound 

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

why do boys call other boys “pretty boy” as an insult???? that’s probably the most flattering thing anyone could ever say to me?? call me pretty boy. tell me im the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

shujinkouno‌:

@prettyflyforabirdguy

Mwah. “Tolja th’ c’l’r luk’d bett’r on ya.”

“Mnn...I think you’re right.”

Leaaaans.

“I think I might need a little more though. Product doesn’t stay will on my skin.”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

shidenraikiri‌:

ranseiuniter‌:

    “You’re an asshole, that’s what I mean.”

“He’s a dumbass!”

“I’m so appreciated.”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

ranseiuniter said:

for once mune gets it

“What do you mean for once.”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

Ruffles the Luxio’s fur. Good kitty.

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

shujinkouno‌:

“Mmm Ah dunno. Ah ain’t linked w’ it so’s Ah dun ‘xactly ha’ a say.”

“You can still call it something. They’re just nicknames, after all.”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

shujinkouno‌:

@prettyflyforabirdguy

“Honey?” Holds up the golden Caterpie he’s found. “Ain’t dese’n’s us’ly green?”

“Usually, yes. It seems you have a particularly special friend.” And a cutie at that. “What will you call it?”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

shujinkouno‌:

Constant source of food. That’s funny.

“Er… I guess most we’s gots t’match is tozzin’ plants on toppa oth’r stuff? I ‘ad roots w’ sum bir once.”

“Yes, that’s what it is, in the most basic terms. Most of the additives are just spices.” Which Aurora wouldn’t have wasted any space in growing, so Iie would have no real idea what that was.

Muneshige takes his hand, tugging it ever so slightly to edge him on, “Come on- it’ll be easier just to show you. We’ll make dinner together.”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

shujinkouno‌:

So he’s a giant, too!?

Wonderful. Violight had succeeded in breeding a man to target everything Hiro-no found attractive. He should have died in Greenleaf if this was how it was going to turn out. At least then he’d have some dignity.

“We, er, w-we’re done w’ expandin’.” Speak properly, Hori had reminded him with a wink and a tap of a knuckle on his forehead before going off to Pugilis to do the same thing there he was doing here. Surely he’d be forgiven if Hori knew. Shit, he was talking, wasn’t he? “Whate’er youse got goin’ w’ other kingdoms we won’ get in th’ way.”

Tsuyo moved on his shoulder, resting his tail across the back of Hiro-no’s neck and flicking the tip as though to pat him. “An’, uh, jus’ t’ask if’n we mess up leddus know. Auro—” his tongue trips over the name of his home. If Hiro-no does make a mistake it’s his to bear. Aurora’s got enough problems as is. “’M not used ta…this,” he finished with a lame wave of his hand.

They...they were done?

Odd. Suspicious, yet curiously enough he couldn’t pick up on a single speck of dishonesty. Had any warlord in history stopped their conquest of their own will rather than be stomped out by another expanding force? Certainly not in recent memory.

It was..........there was no other word than odd. 

As was his accent, which Muneshige took a moment to decipher. “Well, you haven’t seen our banners at your doorsteps, so you can rest assured that you haven’t stepped on any toes yet. You being here means that there won’t be any swords drawn unless we’ve been seriously wronged without proper recompense.” Or, at least, he hoped that was the reassurance he was looking for. How did one condense a sentence so tightly? Was it because he could not speak before so he had to get as many out as he could as quickly as possible?

“I’ve noticed,” he quipped before he could catch himself, shaking his head slightly to realign his thoughts. Friendly dignitary, friendly dignitary-

“But you shouldn’t worry so much- I’m only junior warlord, and I’m far more reasonable than m’lady. I’m not in a hurry to chop any heads off, so take a deep breath and relax.”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

shujinkouno‌:

@prettyflyforabirdguy

“S’plain this ‘recipe’ thing t’me.”

His smile says ‘oh you sweet boy’, but the crook of his eyebrows say ‘how have you lived this long’.

“Essentially it’s just cooking with pizzazz. Once societies had a constant source of food, they found ways to make things taste better by combining them. Like....seasoning meats to preserve them. The difference in taste between fresh meat and stored, but for the better.” They....they did at least have salt in Aurora, right?

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

ranseiuniter:

    “Saying you’re just kidding doesn’t excuse the the fact that what you said was shitty and unnecessarily low.”

“He started it, and I told him I didn’t want to participate in this. It’s his fault.”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

ranseiuniter:

#i can hear hiro screaming and running with a knife rn

    “Watch what you say about my man you flamboyant excuse for a limp dick.”

“Wait hold on Hiro we were just kidding around-”

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

sanadaas:

Of course they do. They’ll never show something as pretty as me ever again.

Is that what you tell yourself when all of your relationships shatter?

[prettyflyforabirdguy]

sanadaas:

Muneshige… I don’t know to tell you this… I’m not a mirror.

Of course you aren’t, considering you break every one you walk past.