#&. // in chara.

[staringrole]

| @redvenante cont.

“ awh, c'mon, can't blame a girl for wanting to read up on her new boss. especially someone as infamous as the red hood. apparently you're like super dangerous. a murderer even ! ” she feigns shock with a hand clutching her chest and an overdramatic gasp. “ there you go again; flirting with me. ” the hood of her cloak has been pushed back to reveal a half covered face and perfectly slicked hair pulled into a ponytail. “ you're gonna have to do something about your little crush. ”

“ right. ” piercing white eyes roll at his macho grand standing, resisting the urge to laugh at the stereotypical response. “ feelings make you stupid, weak. blah blah blah. i've heard it all before from big, tough guys like you [...] the minute you catch feelings you're dead. ” the last bit is spoken in a gruff, deep mechanical voice. it was jason's own altered one.

[isfcked]

❝ @vaultfrozen / NATE .

❝ Y’WAN’ THE COWBOY HAT ON OR off? ❞ he’s got his hand lingering over the thing, eyes wandering over the larger man with a smirk on his lips. they’ve been toying with each other for a while now, the cards in front of him a sign of losing ( or winning, pending on the person ). strip poker wasn’t something he’d played in a LONG time, but there were drinks and here he was. half-naked and harder than he should be. ❝ y’won… what d’ya wan’ from me? don’ go’ much these days, mind. ❞

[avernusblade]

@weaverots. / from here.

ONE WOULD THINK WYLL RAVENGARD USED TO THESE KINDS OF EVENTS , having grown up the son of the duke. but quite honestly , & perhaps quite TERRIBLY , he'd never grown used to the PERFORMANCE of it all , the part of the LOYAL SON , the HERO he was expected to play. & the blade of frontiers is more than AMICABLE to the company of a goblet of WINE & a FRIEND moreso than the crowd.

at least among GALE'S company , wyll could be HIMSELF.

❛ well said , my friend , & all too true. ❜

the blade of frontiers gives a MIRTHLESS laugh , a single BEAT as the wine swirls in his own cup , sipping THOUGHTFULLY . wyll can sense the DEFENSIVENESS the wizard bites back too clearly ; he feels himself more than not. to say a BETTER STORY implied REGRET , not that the blade didn't have his fair share of that.

❛ would that i could rewrite certain aspects of my tale , having the knowledge & experience to know the outcome. ❜

another SIP taken from his glass , & wyll gives a WARM smile.

❛ perhaps i'd have made us friends far sooner. ❜

[abundanced]

the abundance knows all too well when they encounter one of their own. it's faint beneath the weight of nanook's gaze upon him , but yaoshi can sense the familiarity of their own blessing , perhaps from long ago ??

no , the abundance would've remembered a man like him , an aura like that of death surrounding him. it almost scares them , or something akin to it , the weight of his presence making abundance take notice of him.

their eyes trail @kanxing as he walks past , weighing the situation internally. the decision is all but made when yaoshi speaks , a name rolling off their lips that they haven't spoken in ages.

❛ ... shuhu ... ❜

[thousandseal]

*grins* ♥

" if I find out you're up to something, acting all sweet won't get you out of trouble, got it ? "

[waragyo]

“ how long have i been asleep? ”   / from Megumi

pudding scooped from a plastic cup, put to gloss - slicked lips. phone speakers blaring with bass - heavy pop ... ah, i should bleach my hair cherry red like her. it'll suit me. she entertains these dull thoughts to ease an uncomfortable mind. a sense of responsibility shackles kugisaki to the cold tile of the hospital wing, silent guardian above his unconscious form. rational thought knows ieiri - san has it covered, but there's something dutiful inside her regardless.

she should have done this for itadori too. a ridiculous idea: a hit to the head is hardly the gaping hole in a chest megumi had described in his clinically stiff briefing. still, the town mouse is solemn in her duty, as though this gesture makes up for her previous sins. “ oh, you're awake. ” yesterday's newspaper balanced precariously upon her lap, she pulls the pages together to fold it into something manageable.

“ hm, since yesterday ? you were out cold ... lucky for you, i was there to finish the job off. ” words colored with a smug smile, taunting. as though to rub salt into the open wound of weakness. “ ya' hungry ? ” next to his leg is her collection of snacks: sugary sweet candies and pastries. melon bread is the first of her offerings, waved in front of his face.

[malvalent]

hey hot stuff

well bonjour , beautiful .

[flcos-aa]

she’s stubborn,  rooting herself in the dirt with a combative glare set in her gaze.   he is tired:  of insisting she take care of herself,  of seeing everything he's known come crumbling down around them,  of the exhaustion in his bones as he extends part of his share to her.   but in this brief moment of rest, when they are permitted a break from laboring on the blaus family's farm to simply be and to think, he allows himself a futile attempt at returning home ; if only for a second.

this is not unlike the days in which he used to feed the birds during their training,  breaking off bits of his own meager rations to see them flitting about in the courtyard.   despite his charity,  there was a game of distance to be played with them,  much as there is with gabi.   too close, and she will take flight.

his patient approach is proven as his arm remains extended,  his own eyes skeptical of her bluff but never passing judgement.   when she takes it,  falco starts upon his own half,  teeth pulling at the bread’s flesh ravenously as he tips his body back against the aged wood of the fence with a sigh.

he dares to look back at gabi only when she expresses her gratitude,  offering little more than a nod in response.   heavy is the burden upon his mind,  knowledge of what they’ve done to find some sort of PEACE after their escape and a building dread in his chest for what is to come. and so, he cannot help but ask cautiously,

“   you’re not still thinking of trying to escape on the back of a horse,  are you  ?   ”

@decimatlas​​   /   from here !

[sukifoof-art]

happy 9th anniversary undertale!!!

[nagasriel]

Happy 9th anniversary Undertale

Read the poem and couldnt not do a little something about it !

[max-nicoxfandom]

Me looking at fanart of characters being friends who are also friends in canon: *practically in tears clenching my first over my chest* ouhgg they're so friends

[jazbell]

i think about the hoo boy hot dog post every single day of my life

[isfcked]

❝ @bldrfckd / KARTER.

❝ DON'T — ❞ HIS HAND REACHES OUT BEFORE he can stop it, grabbing Karter around the bicep with a grip he can't explain. Doesn't WANT to explain. ❝ Just... ❞ He thinks about the first time they'd kissed, the tension that wound around his chest at the feel of the other man so close.

Rian pulls him back, he's tugging him tight against his body in the crowded trailer. Words unspoken finally hit the air like a thunderclap above.

❝ C'mere. Stay. ❞

And then he's kissing him like he needs to so he can breathe.

[staringrole]

   carmen had lived in california for years and hadn't been to the ocean until now. it was a relatively cool day for a california summer and there weren't many people at the beach at noon on a workday. her toes curled and uncurled under the sand where they rested just passed the towel she sat upon. the shade from the umbrella she was under provided enough chill that it wasn't too unbearable with the sun beating down. she sat back as she watched what few people littered the beach.

   “i can finally breathe again.” @s-unfleur speaks as she sits down beside her on her own towel. carmen hums in agreement and flashes a knowing smile to lyla as she pushes sunglasses down the bridge of her nose.

   “it's nice to get away from‒‒” she pauses to think of the words to say. “all of that.” she gestures dismissively with her hands in the air, waving off whatever bad shit they left behind in charming.

   carmen didn't know how the woman did it; raising two kids that weren't your own and competing with a ghost. she didn't envy lyla one bit, in fact, she admired her very greatly. carmen's troubles couldn't even compare. sure, she had to deal with ex wives and step children, but bobby's son was grown and his exes were pleasant enough.

   “you know i'm here if you ever need anything, right? quite literally a call or text away. there isn't anything i wouldn't do for you or the kids.”

[abundanced]

more often than not , yaoshi descends with a clear purpose in mind , a definitive goal. whether it be to offer a blessing or merely to explore , the abundance does not move without a clear way forward.

this time is different , however. someone called upon their power , abused it , & by all means , yaoshi should be furious with him. they should demand a price for such blatant disregard for the abundance , for the sanctity of life itself. abundance should be outraged , asking what could ever call upon the need to desecrate life & death so callously .

yaoshi would be furious ... were they truly capable of it.

instead , abundance's gaze holds nothing but pity , gaze gentle as they look upon the high elder , voice soft when they speak.

❛ dan feng ... what did you do ?? ❜

abundance's expression is sorrowful , @etherealguard having earned their ire but only receiving their pity , if only because they cannot truly muster it. there is nothing they can do , their hands are well & truly tied.

❛ tell me. why am i here ?? what happened that called my presence ?? ❜