guess…… whose birthday is today
guess…… whose birthday is today
// Can’t remember how long it’s been since the last update but know that I still love you all very much and I’m eager to come back as soon as the muse allows it.
// I’m not dead I’m just terrible at dividing my attention between different interests
OH that’s interesting. I do know a bit about him but I’m still in the process of reading SBR so I haven’t had the chance to form my own opinion of him. I’ll keep an eye on him, though! My muse list is still lacking a few villains.
// My favorite KHR theory is that all timelines except the tyl one were indeed destroyed by Byakuran, which means they did save the future, but their own present timeline is still condemned anyway.
SAMII I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I love writing with you and even when we aren’t writing, I still love all of our plots and headcanons. You’re incredibly sweet and fun to talk to and you only deserve good things in your life 💖 I’m very lucky to have you as a friend.
I LOVE LYRIC WITH ALL MY HEART. Them becoming Giorno’s hero is one of my favorite things that I’ve written here and I will cherish their verse forever.
Also!!! they’re such a fascinating and beautifully built character, and one can tell how much love and care you pour into each of their verses.
“I appreciate the help, no matter who it’s from! I don’t think you need to be in a pretty dress, though!” Tsubasa said, shaking her head.
“Ah, really? I thought was some sort of uniform. I used to wear one myself, you know? Mine was ugly, though. It looked well on me of course, but I’m done wearing coats for the rest of my life.”
abbacchio , can hardly hold back a disbelieving scoff - passione , wasn’t easy .. a walk in the park. but what in life was ? life was , a dark labyrinth of turns - where one misstep could have you plummeting. bucciarati was a guiding light for lost souls.
“ I don’t know … I feel I’m better off here , with you.”
“Out of all the places you could be in, and all the people you could be with,” hypothetically speaking. Abbacchio, like the others, had nowhere to go when he first approached him.
The way he saw it…
“All I offered you was the lesser evil. The only thing lucky about that choice is that I would have never sought you if I didn’t think you were fit for this life.”
// @zettaflarc //
“how can you see into my eyes like open doors…..?”
“Dear Nagi,” a finger catches a strand of loose hair and tugs it behind her ear, “you can’t hide anything from me,” there’s something dangerous about his words. Directed at anyone else, they would be, without a doubt, a threat. But to this girl, they’re soft and silky. “You’re worried. Why?”
;;;;;;;;;;;;;; i kNOW this has been sitting in my inbox for ages
mun gets overwhelmed easily but also appreciates all the attention and affection. You’re all amazing, I love seeing all of you in my dash, and even those who haven’t been around lately, I hope life’s been treating you well because you sure deserve the world 💖💖💖💖💖
// Just finished patch 3.3 of FFXIV.
❛ haruno—- no , giorno , was it ⁇ ❜ even for a supposed ally , she watches him intently through a hooded gaze . she knew of him from jotaro kujo’s intel , and of course through her occasional work alongside the speed wagon foundation when she wasn’t preoccupied with studies . ❛ be thankful koichi has a good heart . if you had hurt him , we wouldn’t be having a civil conversation . ❜ no words would be exchanged at all in fact . if she had known of his assignment , yukako yamagishi would not have hesitated to board that plane with him . her beloved was capable of protecting himself , but that didn’t matter ━━━━ if he had been injured , she’d of held no mercy towards the younger boy . none what so ever .
“Giorno, that’s right,” he responds immediately. That other name, it feels wrong. It sounds discordant. Like she was referring to a person that didn’t exist anymore.
His tone softens right after, it’s not in his plans to create unnecessary tensions—although this trip was for leisure more than it was for business.
“It was never my intention, and I never sought a confrontation. In fact, had I known of Dr. Kujo’s reasons for sending him my way, I’m sure we could have just talked things out,” that is, if Koichi hadn’t happened to look like the easiest target in the airport that day.
me i'm the pokemon will you choose me 😳👉👈
“You…” and he puts a hand on Narancia’s cheek, gently. A caress, almost. A smile twitches on his lips, not fully able to conceal both amusement and bashfulness.
“Would you fight for me if I asked you to, Narancia?” Giorno whispers, leaning forward until his forehead is resting on the other’s. “Would you protect me? And stand always by my side?” He knows the answer for all of these questions… but it won’t hurt hearing it once again.
“I would choose you anytime.”
Narancia was caught? (2/6)
“To marry your friend is one of the oldest secrets for a successful marriage. One royalty doesn’t really make any use of, with disastorous results. Maintaining a line and good relationships with other powerful families is more important.” But enough about marriage.
“Why not? It’s actually a good idea.” Ignis secretly made use of every opportunity to spoil Noctis, today was a good day to go along with his wish. So he prepared two creams and covered the cake with both a bright and a dark color, in a swirling pattern. He placed it in the oven and wiped his forehead with a tissue he always carried with him.
“So what do you think of my apartment? Maybe I should take you along to a trip into the furniture store and you can advise me.” Ignis already vacuumed his place mentally, even though there was not one dust particle to be found anywhere. “My bedroom could use some color. My living room too, I’m quite proud of the kitchen though.”
“Yeah… well, she’s—” definitely not the person he’d choose, “—a friend.” A somewhat close friend, and a dear one, who had guided him in the past through his darkest days. But that was it.
Though, in his defense, Noctis would rather not marry anyone, at all. Gods, he can’t even take care of himself. On his worst days, he finds himself barely able to function, reliant on Ignis to clean after him, or make sure he keeps a healthy diet. Marriage sounded almost as terrifying as ruling.
“Ah… um, sure. I’d like that,” he stutters.
swampert, sorry there's only one right answer to this.
“You’re—” he falls silent, looking for the best word to describe her. A little shorter than himself, but bigger in her general frame. Sturdy. Intimidating, despite what seemed like a friendly expression. He brings his hands to her face cautiously, ready to pull back should she look displeased. But Swampert allows his touch, and Giorno cups both sides of her face… squishing it a little. “—slimy,” he concludes.
“I like you.”
Swampert was caught! (1/6)
negative soulmate aus for all you angsts. aka when being together with your soulmate, or having one at all, comes with a cost
- only a soulmate can see your scars
- you can’t touch your soulmate. you can try, but you physically can not bring any part of yourself closer than an inch away from them. you can be close, but never quite there.
- once you’ve met your soulmate, your timer gets a new number it’s counting down to. this is the last time you’ll ever see your soulmate. only you can see your own number.
- bonus: you just asked your soulmate for their number, and you realise your numbers don’t match
- you have a timer that shows you for how long you have to live. this number changes and mostly estimates based on conscious or unconscious decisions a few minutes after making the decision: driving to visit your grandparents might make the number go to just hours but deciding on the road that no, you have enough fuel to not stop at the gas station you usually stop by makes it go to thirty years. you can’t see the number when you are within 10 metres of your soulmate, so your future is always unknown when you’re with them—and so is theirs.
- once you’ve touched your soulmate for the first time, something as small as a poke or a brush of finger is enough to make you feel warm and happy and energised. the negative side effect? you need to be touched by them because being without even a small touch for long enough can and will kill you.
- every time you tell a lie, your soulmate gets a painful tally mark scar on their body
- you are immortal until the moment you meet your soulmate
💀 trish at bruno or fugo mayhap c: !
Purple Haze. An extension of his very being. And still hard to get used to, terrifying to see in action. Nauseating. Melt flesh and bone like an acid, like they were nothing. He might have a way to counterattack the deadly virus now, but that makes it better only in theory. In practice, the agonizing screams are deafening for a whole half a minute… and then, there’s silence.
Regardless of this gift
(this curse), he will never be fit for killing, and he knows it. But sometimes, it’s the best way he can make himself useful to the Don.
He turns around and offers his hand out. His first instinct had been dragging the girl behind him, and she might have lost her balance and fallen to the ground. Thinking back, she probably did—she got up already, though. He might have yelled at her, too.
Fugo pulls back his hand, and fails to meet her eyes. Things had been awkward between them since they first met, and that hasn’t changed. Or has it? It took years for him to feel at ease with the rest of their team (most of whom are dead now), it’s plain unrealistic to expect himself to be able to read this girl after a few interactions. Is she angry? Is she scared? Of him? Fugo can’t tell.
A simple question seems acceptable to start with.
“Are you okay?”
a poppy, for remembrance “through the dancing poppies stole a breeze most softly lulling to my soul.” — john keats, endymion (1818), book I, line 565.
— you seem to mourn your past, as your inner child has died. you’ve been through your battles yet still have an immense amount of hope for the future. a yearning for peace of mind is what you have when you try to look for the sparks you’ve once felt in your life. but remember, you will no longer have to fight or defend yourself after you grow in a field where the vibrance of your petals are accepted.
➤ * @zettaflarc …. 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 「 𝑯𝑰𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑰 」 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 !
𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 : “You need to get some rest” (tyl) Mukuro isn’t really concerned, he’s just annoyed he can’t even take night walks through the Vongola base without the cloud guardian wandering around the corridors.
𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧 : UNPROMPTED | ALWAYS ACCEPTING !
Hibari was not fooled, and if anything, the so - called suggestion only made him want to rest up even less. Their Boss was already hounding him about how even strong predators needed their rest, but Tsuna had learned that the best way to get Hibari to do anything was to make him think that he wanted to do it himself. He was a lot like a cat, despite the avian meaning of his name.
「 How kind of you to be so concerned, 」 he snorted, a click of his tongue soon following. His slate coloured hues narrowed sharply. The Cloudian had made it very clear that he did not trust the illusionist — not in the slightest. And yet … he wanted to continue to vouch for him. Foolish. Tsunayoshi Sawada will soon learn that his faith and trust in people will be his own undoing.
He was dressed in his traditional garb, hands hidden within the sleeves of his robe. 「 Besides, 」 he begins with a small smirk, subtle in nature, 「 you’re not one to talk. It’s late into the night, should you not be resting yourself? 」 The only thing that was keeping him from biting him to death was that he had promised to behave as long as Mukuro did. The moment he showed any signs of deceit and ill intentions, it was game over for him.
Rest? He has to laugh. Resting was a synonym for inaction, which nowadays, and for a very long time, was the only state he ever found himself in. True, conspiracies, like lies and creation, and like most things in life, are all about patience—
—but still, beyond frustrating. It’s infuriating. Ire boils in his chest just by thinking of the mafia and its barbaric ways, and the pact he was forced to make. Vongola was no different. Any trace of kindness still laying in Tsunayoshi’s heart was wasted in this line of business.
He masks those feelings, and instead, he smiles.
“There are few times in the day when I can stretch my legs without Tsunayoshi’s guard pup barking at my back. You of all people should know just how irritating he gets.”
@zettaflarc asked : ❛ I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people. ❜ Fran @ Bel!
A brow twitched at the other’s remark, a scowl quickly pulling down at the edges of his lips. How insubordinate, and how unfortunate on his end. Every time Fran opened his mouth, he was almost instantly washed with a wave of annoyance and irritation. If Squa-chan had not threatened to behead him himself if he were to actually kill the stupid frog — the Varia would be out a Mist Officer again.
「 Kaching! Why you, you must really enjoy becoming a human pin cushion for my knives, don’t you, stupid frog? 」 Bel all but muttered out, teeth clenched as he drew his oddly shaped knives. 「 What do you want, can’t you see I’m busy? 」 He speaks from where he lounged, feet propped up on a desk, book in hand, not looking very busy at all.
“See?” The illusionist lifts his index finger, seemingly proud and convinced of his theory—and unfazed by his threats. “No one gets any work done on Mondays. They pretend to be productive at best, when in reality they just slack off all day. Just like you, senpai.”
He doesn’t move from his spot. If the blond attacks him, at least he’ll have to put a bit of effort in his aim. Maybe Fran will try and dodge this time. He has yet to decide if the effort is worth it.
They're here to pick up their baby brother. he weights like. a handful of grapes.
Off the ground he goes. It takes Haruno a few seconds to realize what’s happening, then he looks down… he opens his eyes wide, gives a low gasp, and buries his face on their neck. That’s too high. Higher than he’s used to, at least. High, by the standards of a boy smaller than most kids his own age.
But regardless of how far he feels from the ground, Lyric holds him effortlessly. Not only they’re kind, he thinks, but they’re also unbelievably strong. Slowly, as if not to lose balance, he finally decides to put his face out to stare at theirs in absolute awe.
@zettaflarc for Ignis
“Don’t look at me, young man—I’m only here to sign my resignation from the kings guard.”
At the sight of the other, he stops in his tracks, squares his shoulders, gives a small bow of his head. From a very young age, he’s been taught to show reverence towards his elders—just like he’s been taught that the Kingsglaive was his purpose. The idea of resigning was inconceivable to him.
“Sir,” his own curiosity speaks before Ignis has had the chance to remind himself that this might be none of his business, “I thought your injuries had healed.”
💢 ; giotto and g !
💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .
“I thought we had a deal.”
Past his initial severity, there’s a hint of amusement in the redhead’s voice. He picks up a bunch of papers on the desk, puts them neatly together and sets them aside, taking a seat on the table right after.
“Primo,” he taps on the dark wood to call for his attention.
Giotto looks tired. G knows he is. That’s why he made him promise he would be in bed at a decent hour, just for today. He didn’t keep his word, of course. He would trust Giotto with his life, but not with ever putting his own well-being before his work.
Yet another thing the two of them had in common.
He hears his excuses, and chooses to ignore them. Waits for the right moment, and snatches the pen from his boss’ hand.
“No one will be awake to read your papers in at least the next five hours. And even when wide awake, no one will understand your handwriting anyway,” he keeps it out of Giotto’s reach, teasing him with a playful smirk.
The moment Giotto stands from his chair, G catches him from his waist, and throws him over his shoulder.
“Stop complaining if you don’t want to wake up the others. You will go to bed, Primo, and you’d better not leave your room until morning.”