#rikyos

[iedolon]

" what're you standing there daydreaming about? you're burning oil! "

    「 @rikyos  ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」  

[bitterseadrop-a]

♚ ♚ ♚ i’m so sure i already told you this but i’m ALWAYS excited to see you on dash your writing is delicious and milou is just such !!!! a fantastic oc i love to see u both <3

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studies have shown that the two of us are meant to be

[tiderideraa]

🍉🍌🥝 hi chey

🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?  

as far as unusual interests, harry knows so much about marine animals/species, about ocean/sea landmarks, bird migration patterns, and what sky/cloud formations means. i would classify it is unusual only because i think that most people would find the depth of his knowledge and interest surprising.

an unusual talent he has would be mimicking animals, he's quite good at mimicking sounds as well as body movements, he only really does it with predators but could theoretically mimic sounds/body language of prey animals and potentially people as well if he cared to ( and yes, this is in part a purposeful parallel to peter just to fuck with hook some more & hammer in the way that harry reminds hook both of himself and his mortality, and peter ).

as far as habits, he is always clearing rooms or spaces that he is in of threats which most people not born or raised or with experience in the isle or highly dangerous areas, would likely find unusual. his awareness of others, his ability to predict violence or aggression would also be something unusual outside of isle environments.

[erabundus]

❝  i  don't  know  if  you're  in  the  market  for  A NEW  BLADE,  but  i would  suggest  you  look  elsewhere.  ❞   it's  rare  for  him  to  strike  up  a  conversation  so  suddenly,  but  it  only  takes  one  look  at  the  wanderer's  face  to  glean  his  intentions  —  he's  ANNOYED,  and  in  a  manner  that  seems  deeply, deeply  personal.  (  as  if  something  has  struck  a  nerve.  )  his  arms  are  crossed,  but  he  raises  a  finger  to  point  at  a  particular  stall  —  one  with  a  veritable  ARMORY  of  polished  metal  on  display. it shimmers brightly, tantalizingly in the afternoon sun.

❝  that  shop,  ❞  ren  continues,  ❝  don't  expect  them  to  ADMIT  IT,  but  they're  using  a  cheaper  steel  to  forge  their  weapons.  ❞  he  breathes  a  sigh  that  bubbles  over  into  laughter,  poisonous  and  utterly  devoid  of  all  humor.  human  greed  truly  knows  no  limits.  ❝  i'd  expect  a  few  good  hits  will  have  it  coming  apart  in  your  hands.  ❞ of course, anyone on the receiving end likely isn't around to voice their complaints.

@rikyos &&. liked for a STARTER.

[yeonban]

hello ✿ for heizou maybe 🥺

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends (during/post-vision hunt decree)  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime (i.e in dealing with criminals since they have v similar methods)  /  old friendship (aka during early/pre-vision hunt decree so at least 1 year ago? but could have happened prior to Heizou joining the Tenryou Commission too since I hc that he joined about ~3 years ago)  /  [ kazuha ] is the good influence  /  [ kazuha ] is the bad influence  /  [ heizou ] is the good influence  /  [ heizou ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies (vision hunt decree)  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ kazuha is heizou's ] childhood crush  /  [ heizou is kazuha's ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from kazuha's side ]  /  unrequited [ from Heizou's side ]  /  allegedly unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on kazuha ]  /  cheating [ with kazuha ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ heizou ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ heizou ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ heizou ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ heizou ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ kazuha ] is taken under heizou's wing (I could only rly see this in a context where kazuha's at the tenryou commission for a reason or another & heizou's "protecting him" aka shooing away every person that may have even a mild ill-intent towards him)  /  [ heizou ] is taken under kazuha's wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable (vision hunt decree)  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters (vision hunt decree)  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic (vision hunt decree)  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

I'm Sorry For The Screenshots: Tumblr is awful and frankly chrisphobic and won't let me TALK so instead have a bunch of screenshots of what I had typed before tumblr rudely interrupted me <3

[viaetor]

@rikyos​ㅤ|ㅤsc. *

ㅤㅤas the rain poured thickly outside their shared cabin, the ship racked against the movement of the waves and a chilling breeze whistled against their faces, inviting in the scents of dew, salt and thunder. writers would probably describe such events as upsetting to their romantic and hurried plots. for you see, just as the two wanderers meant to set sails for an island eastward of guyun stone forest, looking for a treasure worth a dozen songs by the folk of liyue, they were halted by the captain of the crux herself. it mattered not if such mythological land only appeared once in a hundred years amidst the fog of greed; as long as it rained during that night, they could not risk adventuring through the treacherous stormy ocean, especially at night. but what few novels would consider was that neither of them seemed to mind the wait—basking in the warmth of each other’s company, they sat on their knees on the small tea table in front of them, chests breathing at ease as smiles blossomed ever so lovingly.

ㅤㅤ“ i wanted you to try this. but i apologise if my manners are off, though. ” his youthful giggle seemed to soften all the turbulent noises outside, sugaring the teacups with its honesty. the outlander knew that there were specific manners on how to serve tea back in inazuma and some of said traditions took years to master. he still gave his best, carefully pouring the hot steam of creamy liquid on the samurai’s cup. chai masala, a supposedly cleansing and calming beverage, worthy of praise in royal houses, with some spoons of maple syrup. he couldn’t help but to smile to himself. even though it was not his first time brewing such tea and the two men were separated by the sides of the wooden board, aether couldn’t help but lean closer on his seat, anticipation being hard to contain. “ it’s a special recipe i got from one of my travels. it… reminded me of you. ” he left out the part where he’d drink such tea whenever he wanted to have good dreams. “ let me know your thoughts. ” i really hope you like it.

[swirldmg]

@rikyos replied to your post “sometimes i'll worry about making venti too strong...”:

make him overpower the whole verse, i want to see

what he has in ridiculous power he balances out by just being lazy and doesn't want to do anything with it actually !

[amemoire]

❛ excuse me, i think i’m lost. ❜ / for alhaitham, he wandered into the akademiya or smth idk lol @rikyos First Meeting Starters

Vibrant eyes lifted from the foreign text in hand. He'd been in the middle of reading one of his new books when an unfamiliar voice made it through his headphones. In the past, he'd been able to ignore any unwanted calls for attention, but the Scribe found it much harder to get away with this in recent times. Being placed in a position of power meant having a plethora of strangers come to you with complaints, questions, and suggestions regardless of whether or not you still held that power. Any other day he would have continued reading, but it was that specific word that grabbed his attention. ' Lost ? '

He took in the sight of the swordsman and flipped through a few mental notes. As far as he was aware, there shouldn't have been ANY events or meetings going on that would call for outside visitors. Most was likely he was just passing through. Though he supposes it was worth asking in the unlikely chance he was wrong. With a soft shut of his tome, Alhaitham rose his seat at the lone table.

" Were you here to meet someone ? Or just visiting ? "

[eonadrift]

@rikyos: you think me more naive than i am.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧   𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬   𝐚𝐭   𝐡𝐢𝐦   -   he   sees   painful   familiarities   -   agonizing   instances   of   memories   that   flit   through   the   vestiges   of   his   mind   like   petals   on   the   wind.   at   times   -   the   handsome   face   of   the   swordsman   blends   with   the   rivers   of   time,   so   quickly   becoming   the   ghost   of   niwa   that   hachi   finds   himself   back   in   tatarasuna   -   hammer   in   hand   and   laughter   on   his   tongue.   and   yet   as   quick   as   the   resemblance   is   there   -   it's   gone,   replaced   by   carmine   eyes   and   a   sonorous   but   firm   voice   that   quells   even   the   riotous   song   of   ire   in   his   veins.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   aren't   you?   ❞   he   echoes,   but   naive   is   not   the   right   word.   perhaps   he   is   simply   idealistic   -   as   so   many   humans   tend   to   be.   regardless,   kazuha   is   made   of   many   things   that   even   the   wanderer   cannot   turn   away   from   -   the   stark   resemblance   to   his   own   past,   the   touch   of   wind   at   his   fingertips,   and   the   denial   with   which   he'd   deflected   divinity.   some   humans   were   fascinating,   even   more   so   than   the   god's   many   of   them   worshipped.   indigo   eyes   do   not   remove   themselves   from   the   other's   visage,   and   instead   he   grabs   the   pitcher   between   them,   warm   rice   wine   poured   into   the   saucer   before   he   passes   it   to   his   companion.   rare   -   for   hachidori   to   pour   anyone's   drinks   but   his   own,   yet   he   supposes   kazuha   has   earned   just   one.   

ㅤㅤㅤkasa   sat   aside,   the   puppet   watches,   and   waits   a   moment   -   chewing   his   words   slowly   as   he   always   seems   to:   the   meticulous   nature   of   immortality   lending   him   all   the   time   in   the   world   to   do   so.   ❝   fine   then.   you're   not   naive,   just   idealistic.   ❞   he   murmurs   wryly,   before   uttering   his   next   course:   ❝   you   know,   i've   been   wondering.   how   does   it   feel   to   stand   face   to   face   with   such   a   wretch   of   a   god   and   win?   ❞

[sungracd]

━━━━━━     @rikyos   ✷  *    They don't linger here for long in Snezhnaya, not when there is endless work to be done in all corners of Teyvat.  But for now, within the pristine walls of Zapolyarny Palace, the Saint looks out over the vast expanse of white that extends for miles, fully aware of the moment another presence (or rather two) joins them.  They remain unmoving.  "Are you fond of the cold, Lord Akahito?"

[itsuki-minamy]

"K – LETTER STORY"

RED: "DEAR MY FUTURE SELF"

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

Write a letter to your future self!

Anna watched the television program, which featured a scene from an elementary school classroom, without even thinking about it. Anna has never been to school. She is a Strain who has a powerful sensory ability, so she spent her days being a victim of experiments in a facility, and just the other day, she was rescued by the Red King Suoh Mikoto from "Homura" and came here.

On television, children write their questions and hopes for their future.

"Sounds interesting. Let's try it."

Totsuka, who was watching the same TV on the other side, smiled and said that.

When Totsuka thinks about it, he acts quickly. The reason he is a man of many interests is that he immediately does anything he has the slightest desire to try. Totsuka bought stationery and an envelope and gave them to Anna. Anna obediently accepted it.

"In how many years will you write to Anna?"

When Totsuka asked her, she thought silently. Anna's adult self was now too far away for her. For Anna, who has lived a tumultuous life from a young age and has just arrived in "Homura", the future seems to be within her reach...

"Five years from now?"

"That's great. Five years from now, Anna will probably be in high school."

He didn't think that Anna, who didn't even go to elementary school, would be able to attend high school, but he nodded slightly.

"What about you, Tatara?"

"Yes, I guess I should write too!"

After saying that, Anna watched Totsuka go down to the bar, then he went to his room and took a pen.

"Here, King, write something too."

"What do you mean?"

"Everything is fine. As long as it is written in your own handwriting, it is fine."

When Anna went down to the bar, she heard loud voices. Totsuka is about to give Suoh a pen while he drinks at the counter, and Kusanagi is polishing a glass and tidying up.

"If you can't think of anything to write, just sign it. Oh, I can think of an interesting King signature that I think would sell well."

"Don't sell, don't sell. What are you talking about?"

While she was there, Totsuka noticed her and greeted her.

"Anna, were you able to write the letter?"

She nodded and approached Totsuka.

"Did you write a letter to yourself, Tatara?"

"Eh? I didn't write it to myself. What I, or rather we wrote, was a letter to the future Anna."

Totsuka picked up the paper from the counter and held it up with the back facing Anna.

"Hey, we write too!"

Yata, who was sitting on the couch, raised his fist and said that happily. Kamamoto also shook his belly and laughed.

"It's like a message and it's fun."

"I made sure Saruhiko writes too!"

"You are very persistent, Misaki."

Totsuka folded the paper that seemed to have everyone's messages written on it and said, "Will you let me put them with yours?" and pointed to Anna's envelope containing a letter addressed to her future self.

Suoh watched the scene without thinking.

+++++++++++

"It's letter from the past."

When they got home from school, Kusanagi said that and handed an envelope to Anna.

Anna was stunned for a moment, then immediately remembered that event from five years ago. At that point, she entrusted the envelope to Kusanagi, who laughed and said, "I agree to deliver the letter in five years."

She accepted it gently and opened the seal.

[I don't know what to say to my future self, so I'll write down my current feelings, no matter what happens in the future, I'm glad I got Mikoto's red. I'm glad I came to this red place. That is what I think.]

That's what was written on the paper in childish and clumsy characters.

A lot has happened since then. Suoh and Totsuka are no longer there. Anna became the "King" who inherited the red of Suoh, and she also chose to part with the red by destroying the Slate.

Even so, she never felt any regret that betrayed her feelings when she wrote that letter. She also took out another piece of paper. There were messages written with various letters.

[How is the future Anna? Are you having a fun life? Anna is smart and she can do anything, so I hope you can do whatever you want. LOVE! Tatara Totsuka.]

[I'm sure Anna will be a wonderful big sister in five years. If you have any problems, please tell me in the future. I will always support you. Izumo Kusanagi.]

[Have you started laughing and talking? I don't know much about you yet, but I'm sure we'll be good friends in five years. Be careful! Yata.]

[Anna, have you grown up? You're probably still growing, so eat plenty! I'll tell you about any delicious restaurant! Rikio Kamamoto.]

[You don't have to deal with idiots forever. Fushimi.]

Looking at the letters on the paper, Anna's mouth went slack and she could almost hear his voice.

In the corner of the notebook, Suoh's name was written in a slightly deformed font, probably forced to write by Totsuka. With the same letter on that side,

[Live as you want.]

That was there.

Anna's expression looked like she was crying and laughing when she heard those words from someone who had lived the life he wanted and then passed away.

"It's okay. I'm living my life the way I want."

[ancientconstruct161803398875]

[viaetor]

@rikyos​​  sent in a commission request...     //    BASED ON THIS. ❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜

ㅤ  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ  ►    「ACCEPT」  ㅤ    ㅤ   「DECLINE」  

ㅤㅤit’s funny, what the wind brings and takes. the wind was mostly a gentle friend, a far too friendly presence in a wanderer’s life and what some more poetic minds would refer to as a ‘melody of almost-homes’. aether knew that. he loved feeling the breeze under his wings, not caring if it was made of oxygen, nitrogen, sulphur or something else; for zephyr’s might was still ever-present, a constant in the middle of uncertainties; propelling him forward no matter what. aether should love the wind. and in more than one way, he did. but he also hated it. not because the cold shiver woke him up in the middle of his rest, entering a forgotten opened window with cold droplets of a rainstorm, but for some things else.

ㅤㅤfor the wind also takes, and it does not apologise. especially when it’s in a tempest form. it took away his wings while he fell on teyvat’s unknown grounds. it took away his sister and any trace of her whereabouts. it took away his warmth in the middle of the night, reminding him that he was not as solar and powerful as he once held himself to be, even if he tried to keep his back straight and chin up. but he knew the truth. the saddening, sickening truth of teyvat, its people and its rules—divinity meant little and mortality was a frail line to walk. so, the wind did the bidding in the mist. it took away people’s last breath, guiding them to the other side indiscriminately—soldier or god, since they all eventually face the very same fate one day, even if separated by a couple of millennia. it took away dreams and hopes from the people in inazuma, forcing them to stare at the mightiest cruelty for believers, a bitter goddess blinded by her thunder. it brought bloodshed and its scent, dissipating them not even in rain, replaying the last month’s losses like a broken theatre. a necessary aide-memoire to what war tasted like. the wind is kind, that it was, but like a good lover, it’s far too honest sometimes about reality’s pains for any heart to bear alone.

ㅤㅤaether was tired, exhausted, and not all physically, which made it all worse. he knew he was growing too fond of the people in this world, getting too entangled in their problems and disputes. after the battle against the shogun’s forces and the rebels of watatsumi island, that much was clear. he saw fighters he had befriended hours prior fall on the battlefield, shouts of life and death echoed through his ears even now when he was safe and sound in the crux’s cabins. every crash of waves against the wooden shell is a reminder of wind and mortality. he closed his eyes, and perhaps if his head wasn’t hurting so much, or if it wasn’t so quiet in the ship, crystal-like tears would overflow from his throat. so, instead of crying, he dryly called out for one of the only familiar faces in the middle of the tempest.

ㅤㅤkazuha? kazuha, are you there…? you didn’t leave, right? the blond one wasn’t talking about the other getting out of the ship when no one else was looking. on his bedsheets, the traveller turned to look for those scarlet eyes. they looked like the summer breeze of that season. oh, so gentle. oh, what cruelty. aether could swear that his companion frowned, adjusting himself to move forward, just enough for them to tell when they exhaled or inhaled. of course i’m here. where else would i be? eloquent words for an eloquent samurai. the tiniest smile grew on golden face.

ㅤㅤ“ i guess you didn’t go wandering off in the middle of the night. ”   it should come off as a tease, but the nervousness on heavy voice did not allow it. he didn’t disappear; that was a genuine relief. he wasn’t taken away by the wind, by the storm, by god’s greed, or by anything else. he was still there, right next to him. but for how long?   “beidou would give you an earful if you did.”   aether breathed in, trying to calm himself.   “will you…”   he swallowed the tears, coughing as a consequence. he was an immortal deity of countless years. this shouldn’t affect him as much as it did. alas, here they were. powerlessness can drive even the oldest divines crazy, it seemed. never before had his heart felt so human. so, he closed his eyes.   “will you fight with us?”   what a selfish request that was, especially when aether knew why the other one had left. even if his heart ached knowingly, he did not take back that request. after a moment of silence, he bit down his bottom lip. he wanted to believe the wind brought him a friend that could stay a little longer. no more losing people. not now. not now...   “ i need... you so i can be brave enough. ”   to brave the lighting’s glow.

[voidrott3d]

Thinking about 13 year old Deki who took piano and violin lessons his whole childhood and while he’s wildly talented at the craft, playing the same things over and over gets old so fast and stumbling onto a shinka preformance and getting turned and suddenly music sounds better than it ever has and he’s excited to make it.

He runs home and can perfectly playback the shinka song he’d heard briefly and from there he just starts creating, music that he wants to hear that makes him happy.

[amemoire]

“ How is this even possible? ” / for scara ! (sorry if this came through twice) @rikyos 5 Word Sentence Prompts

There posed a question he hadn't heard for some time. The kind filled with wonder over the impossibilities put on full display. It sparked a specific kind of annoyance within him— for he never liked having to explain WHY it was he still ' lived ' or remained unscathed while the average person would be lucky to draw breath. Memories would tell of times he didn't bother avoiding an attack, knowing it wouldn't even leave a scratch. Even older memories spoke of the time he plummeted from on high, all to save a child, and scuffed but didn't crack. He sighed and ignored the question for the moment— instead asking himself why he bothered to get involved.

After all, one look was all it took to know roughly who this stranger was and that he was more than capable of fending for himself. It should've been more than enough to keep him at arms length. Yet, he stepped in anyway. Intercepting an attack at the last second, the puppet had little choice in dealing with the arrow flying his way. He'd made to grab it, but the arrowhead only stabbed directly into his palm. The pain stung briefly, but ultimately was nothing more than a drop in the ocean. Maybe he should've acted like the injury was far worse. Let the arrow linger rather than plucking it out and attempting to leave right after.

Or maybe the result would have been the same. With the stranger inspecting his hand, wiping away the false blood to see only a scratch. And the ' bleeding ' already coming to a stop. It was horribly ABNORMAL.

With a click of his tongue, he pulled the hand away and gave it a light shake. " I'm fine, as you can see. It barely nicked me. Worry about yourself. "

[yeonban]

How do you view love?

DAN HENG: Soft.

Love that is welcoming, one that encompasses you in its warmth. The feeling of a warm mug after a cold day. Familiar huffs of laughter respond in the air as you lean on each other for balance. The feeling of falling on a soft bed of clouds on a nice sunny day. Of waves lapping at sand on a beach.

NIKOLAI: All encompassing.

"The enormity of my desire disgusts me." It consumes you. Thoughts that trace the same memory every waking second. Body engrained with muscle memory at even the slightest sound. Everything that is the earth reminds you of it. Courses through your body like fire, keeps you afloat and wanting, always wanting for more.

Tagged by: @scrtilegii MERSII!! Tagging: @oneireth (Caelus, Ratio and/or Youta), @quirkthieves (Nobimaru and Mioara), @skilledsenses (Ranpo), @antinomos (Fyodor) & @achroanimus, @gonguji, @rikyos & whoever else sees this and wants to do it!