#❝ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ― answered.

[departedcrown]

" okay, but i'm driving the car this time . "

( established connections / accepting !! )

            𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘  𝐈𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍.  Aulea  has  felt  its  sting  ever  since  the  crash  that  ended  her  brother's  life.  Had  felt  it  when  she  and  Regis  were  still  young  and  wild,  speeding  past  Insomnia's  vast  skyscrapers  as  though  nothing  at  all  could  touch  them.  Now  that  Noctis  is  old  enough  to  drive,  she  finds  that  feeling  returning  tenfold.

            Adrianus  had  been  a  reckless  driver,  at  least  that  is  what  she  can  remember.  That  is  what  her  mother  had  always  said.  But  then,  Cressida  always  had  a  way  of  exaggerating  things.  Regardless  of  what  his  driving  habits  had  been,  he'd  died  behind  the  wheel,  and  it  would  be  a  lie  to  say  that  she  doesn't  harbour  a  fear  that  the  same  fate  may  befall  her  only  child.

            Aulea  recognises  the  look  in  his  eyes.  The  depths  of  those  same  blue  eyes  reflect  what  she  had  felt  at  his  age.  The  longing  for  freedom,  for  independence,  autonomy.  It  is  with  careful  deliberation  that  she  drops  the  keys  into  his  open  palm.  He  is  seventeen  and  has  a  full  life  ahead  of  him.  As  much  as  she  fears  for  his  safety,  she  cannot  keep  him  in  a  bubble  forever.  Experience  is  the  teacher  of  life,  and  she  can  only  hope  —  as  any  mother  should  —  that  he  will  come  out  with  minimal  scars  at  the  end  of  it.

            ❝   On  one  condition,   ❞  she  says  firmly.  Already,  she  can  see  the  excitement  dimming  in  his  eyes.  ❝   If  you  want  to  drive in  Insomnia,  then  you  need  to  learn  all  of  Insomnia.   ❞

[gaffns]

INBOX: 𝐃𝐑. 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 ⸻  @donohcrm [ abigail hadler ] ❛ you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. ❜

patrick did all the things one could do to prevent illness ⸻ whether it be a virus or bacteria. he ate healthy, worked out, tried to get as much sleep as possible, and wash hands yet somehow despite doing all that and more he caught a bug. so he canceled his procedures and took a sick day. he was in david's and his bedroom when he heard the doorbell ring. he knew david was at gaffney and it was too early for anything else, he didn't realize who it could be.

wearing sweats, and a basic t-shirt, the surgeon slowly made his way down the stairs and hallway towards the door. when he saw it was his mother, he furrowed his eyebrows. but they softened when she started to explain herself. ❛ mom . . .  ❜ he didn't intend for it to be a little whiny, but that is how it came out anyway. ❛ as much as I would love to see you, the last thing I want is to give you whatever I have. plus, shouldn't you be at the high school anyway? ❜ he asked as he kept his distance as best as he could. while the doctor has an idea of what it is, you can never know for sure with all the virus's out there. 

❛ i will be okay. i have everything I need here. ❜ 

[gamereaped]

Yeah, Neku's just gonna grab Beat's face and kiss him square on the mouth. God he's so dumb.

❝ ↪ @luneysia submitted an ask !!

Before he even has the chance to greet him, he finds himself with a full out kiss from Neku. Not that he's complaining. Not in the slightest. Everything from before suddenly melts away when a newfound charge sparks a protective arm to wrap around the smaller frame and tug him closer to press more into the kiss.

He can't deny the way Neku's lips feel against his own makes him grin. " Gotcha, Phones. " He murmurs against him still, refusing to pull away until he suddenly decides to pick him up and carry him towards the end goal.

Neku in his bed was always one of his personal favorites after all.

[rosewiltd]

he calls her name in a voice that drags roughly up the length of their throat, as if its sole pallbearer. his hand had reached out for corinne's wrist. in the silence he realizes he was not holding it but she was allowing it to hover in his weakened fingers. only now could he see how much coarser the pads of his skin had become. “ thank you .. for getting - getting out of that place. ” head already bowed, he brings her hand forward more firmly until it's almost at the threshold of his mouth. “ thank you. for being alive. ” he minds his grip not wanting to grip her too hard. careful not to kiss her fingers with his cheek. ( from noctis to cor )

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

            𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌  𝐈𝐍  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐄𝐒  𝐃𝐎;  battered,  soot-covered,  hollowed-out  eyes  that  have  seen  too  much  destruction  in  too  short  of  a  time.  Corinne  doesn't  particularly  know  where  she  is  going  —  simply  follows  the  crowd,  one  step  in  front  of  the  other.  Where  is  she  supposed  to  go?  Home  doesn't  exist  anymore.  The  bitterness  that  comes  with  the  thought  is  jarring;  once  so  full  of  hope,  Corinne  withers  under  the  weight  of  so  much  turmoil.

            When  she  hears  her  name,  it's  as  though  she's  hearing  it  from  underwater.  Everything  feels  far  off  and  away,  disjointed  from  the  here  and  now.  It's  only  when  he  reaches  for  her  wrist,  calloused  fingers  brushing  delicate  skin,  that  she  is  shocked  back  into  life  and  rooted  in  the  present.  The  world  comes  back  into  focus  and  the  first  thing  she  sees  is  Noctis.

            A  well  of  emotion  rises  in  her;  first  relief  —  thank  the  Astrals  he  is  still  alive  —  quickly  followed  by  devastation.  He  must  know  what  it  means  that  Insomnia  fell.  Corinne  desperately  tries  not  to  linger  on  the  knowledge  that  their  once  benevolent  king,  but  most  importantly  Noctis'  father,  has  perished.  It  is  this  moment  that  she  finally  crumples,  a  dried-out  flower  finally  disintegrating  under  the  weight  of  being  held.

            Corinne  throws  her  arms  around  Noctis,  burying  her  face  in  his  shoulder.  This  is  an  act  she  would  have  never  pulled  prior  to  Insomnia's  fall,  an  action  too  intimate  by  half  for  a  simple  archivist  toward  the  prince—  but  what  is  the  status  of  a  prince  king  to  a  kingdom  that  no  longer  stands?  For  now,  to  her,  he  is  just  Noctis;  that  is  enough.

            It's  always  been  enough. 

            ❝   I'm  sorry,   ❞  she  sobs,  unsure  what  to  say  but  this.  Sorry  for  Insomnia.  Sorry  for  their  home.  Sorry  for  his  father.  Sorry  for  a  responsibility  he  didn't  ask  for.  The  grief  is  heavy  and  dark,  threatening  to  sweep  her  away  in  the  tide  of  it.  ❝  I'm  so  sorry...  ❞

[whrrlwind]

   "  wooooow.  what'd i even do ?  "

[l-ivestudioaudience]

“mista sheffieeeeeld.”

the slight ache in maxwell's temples from too many hours on end poring over agent submissions and contracts immediately graduates with honors to a dull throb.

he pushes up his readers, rubs at his eyes with a sigh, and begins to mutter. "miss fine, you have precisely thirty seconds to tell me what is broken, past due, or otherwise needs dealing with."

[aetherealwish]

freminet places a quick kiss to aether's cheek, before darting away.

As swift as a fish in water, a brush of lips against soft skin are all that the Traveler feels, his attention piqued at the gesture. Yet before he could utter a word, Freminet had slipped away.

While not one to be easily flustered, there's still a light rosy tint to Aether's cheeks as he chuckles softly.

"I wonder how much courage he had to gather up for that."

[sunlightswallowed]

"Mommma!" she's happily clinging to her like a little girl!

A peal of laughter rings out, clear and sweet as a bell. The queen's arms wrap around her daughter, squeezing gently in a warm moment of affection. A tender kiss is pressed to the crown of Rapunzel's head. ❝ Hello, darling ! ❞

[jauneilles]

❝ You should tell him, you know, ❞ Marinette says, not looking up from the baking pan where she's very carefully squeezing batter from a pastry bag for the fourth of the six batches of macarons she's been baking for the class Christmas party. She'd invited Chloe over to help—and she had, for all of one batch, which Marinette calls a win—and now that they're a little over the half-way point and there's no risk of any baking mishaps, it feels like a safe time to broach the topic. ❝ Luka, I mean. He probably already knows, but... you should tell him anyway. That you like him. I think that would mean more to him than anything you could buy him. ❞

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

            𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘  𝐂𝐇𝐈����𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐀𝐓  𝐀  𝐁𝐀𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.  More  than  once,  Marinette  had  smacked  her  hand  away  from  the  bag.  An  effort  in  futility.  Chloé's  response  had  been  a  simple  'I'm  checking  the  bag  for  freshness!'  as  if  the  bag  wasn't  half  empty  already.  Otherwise,  the  atmosphere  was  remarkably  uneventful.  It  was  a  record  for  the  Chloé's  Redemption  book.  She's  popping  yet  another  chip  into  her  mouth  when  Marinette  speaks  her  third  worst  fear  into  existence.

            The  blonde  immediately  chokes.

            ❝   What  are  you  talking  about,  Marin—ette?   ❞  The  accusation  comes  as  soon  as  she  recovers.  The  shock  is  so  apparent,  she  nearly  reverts  to  calling  her  Marinella  and  just  barely  catches  herself.  Her  face  has  gone  red  from  embarrassment.  ❝   What,  in  all  of  France,  makes  you  think  I  like  Luka  Couffaine?   ❞

            She  doesn't  know  what  is  worse  —  that  Marinette  is  spot-on  (  ha  )  with  her  intuition,  or  that  she'd  been  so  careless  in  hiding  it,  that  the  girl  could  tell.  Marinette.  This  is  the  girl  who  made  her  crush  on  Adrien  so  painfully  obvious  it  was  a  wonder  how  the  model  hadn't  picked  up  on  it  yet  himself  when  the  rest  of  Paris  had.  He  was  so  dense.  And  Marinette  was  so  embarrassing.

            They  were  perfect  for  each  other.

            Chloé  laughs,  a  little  more  unkind  than  she'd  meant  to.  She's  just  mad  at  herself  for  letting  her  tells  slip.  ❝   That's  rich  coming  from  you.  Have  you  told  Adrien  yet?   ❞  Maybe  if  she  can  deflect  this  back  on  Marinette,  they  can  forget  about  this  whole  thing  and  stop  talking  about  it.

[girlfox]

kuro with his head resting right on her chest. thanks. / spams you with affection

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐒𝐎   𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐒   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒   through   his   mop   of   inky   dark   hair,   tousled   from   lazily   dozing   off   against   the   fox.   there   is   a   distinct   softness   to   her   eyes━━━one   found   so   rarely,   when   walls   are   laid   down   and   her   guard   is   given   reprieve   in   the   presence   of   complete   and   total   trust.   her   chest   rises   and   falls   softly   in   time   with   her   breath,   underlining   the   endless   purring   thrum   vibrating   deep   within.   the   birds   above   are   singing   their   melodies,   the   sunlight   is   honey   -   butter   warmth   sinking   into   them,   and   she   is   at   peace.

[ruinakete]

A kiss that says thank you / for Zelestia from FX Alear.

When her mother passed away in the fight against Sombron, the mage dragon became her greatest support. During the time of settling down to the role now hers and mourning the loss in the privacy of her heart, there were many people that relied on her Divine guidance and she couldn't let them down due her own feelings.

But Zelestia had always been there, its kindness being one similar to a mother's without being one when she no longer had one. Its loyalty towards her appreciated more than she perhaps let on despite showing her affection towards everyone she loved with all her heart.

It deserved to be told thank you, to be shown that gratefulness and today the Divine Dragon had decided it was the perfect day. With a purple windflower in hand and a smile on her face Alear approached it with warmth in her eyes. "Zelestia i got you a gift." She announced placing the flower in its hair.

The flower created a beautiful contrast with the yellow ribbons of its horns, she was glad to see this suited it nicely. That wasn't the only show of affection she had in mind, getting on her tiptoes the dragon places a gentle kiss on the others kiss and then moved away slowly.

"Thank you for being at my side." The Divine One spoke, the warmth of her blue eyes focusing on the floor below them before going back to the Mage dragon. "Since my mother and i welcomed you to Lythos you have been part of my family in both our eyes, but since she passed away you have been there as a pilar when i was still growing used to this role." The calmness she attempted to show to everyone slipped away. "If it weren't for you i'm unsure if i would have been able to stay strong all by myself."

Gloved hands found warmth in bare ones. "You deserve more than my thanks, i'm so grateful to have family like you, more than you can imagine."

ANOTHER KISS PROMPT ・ accepting! ( cw implied (?) engage spoilers )

HOW FRAGILE THE TURN OF TIME WAS, thought the sole mage dragon, stagnant in the absence of little else to tend or aid. hence, it aimlessly walked, peeking into storefronts and approaching humans as they went about their day, hoping to give its support wherever it could. after all, there was less else to do. gregory was off on a mission and, with him, took a good portion of its daily tasks. madeline would not be here at this hour, else it would have seen her already. and mauvier━━━

its ear twitched, prompting zelestia to turn at the sound of footsteps. of course, finally, someone needed its help! no more needless resting here or there or anywhere it could avoid.

"oh! alear━━━" bright eyes blinked, mouth agape and hand frozen where it had once been raised in greeting. still, zelestia had not moved when alear tucked the windflower's stem between its pale tresses; simply watching it from its reflection in her eyes.

mage dragon smiled sweetly, laughing as it ran its fingers through its hair, careful not to jostle the placement of the flower. "thank you, divine one. i mean this wholly! you needn't bother with obtaining the flower, but still, i'll wear it proudly. hm, maybe we can find a two-toned flower for━━━"

the divine's lips pressed against its cheek.

"━━━you... for me...?"

swiftly, its hand rose to the cup the skin alear had kissed. but, in its shock, she seemed to have a goal to-day; whether it be to weaken the mage dragon with tenderness or blur its eyes with confused tears. zelestia had not spoken, not between alear's pauses, not after alear showed the fruits of its aid, and not after her hands carefully took its' own to hold.

a gift and burden, its memory had not failed them. it knew of the time she was centering her gratitude around; the ache of all it had lost still tugged its heart into an uneven pace whenever it slept. though it had learned and loved and grew, there would always be an empty space where its family's roots should have blossomed; whether into a garden or grove, to bear fruits or flowers, the stones laid to rest would halt any touch of nature.

and yet, here zelestia stood, in the hands of another dragon that saw it as the family she, too, had been through a storm with━━━been through a storm for. the clenching of its heart was sudden, paired in time with the soft, confused noise falling from its quivering lips.

"i... divine one.... alear, you...." when its eyes began to water, mage dragon flinched to pull away, as if to wipe the sorrow with its hand. but, instead, smiling, it uttered a breathless laugh and bowed its head, bringing her hands up to rest against its cheek.

another laugh, brighter than the last, toeing the lines of falling apart. "please! i owe all that i have become to you and your mother. we are stronger together, as once said to me. and we've come a long way." its shoulders trembled. "thank you. thank you, alear. i am here because you allow it. and for as long as you keep me, i'll be your family and knight. forever and always! i promise."

and, unsurprisingly, once the vow left zelestia, it embraced alear as one would its own kin, giggling through the tears when its crescent horn nudged the side of her head.

[gaffns]

INBOX: 𝐃𝐑. 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 ⸻  @frontlincs [ kelly carpernter ] ❛ can I at least get up and walk around? ❜

pulling off nitrile exam gloves after she checked on her cervix, she rolled her stool from where she was at the foot of the bed to face kelly. she debated on her answer for a split second, figuring her patient was still in the window that was possible. ❛ i think we can arrange that. it will be good for you to get some steps in.❜ she gave her a smile. 

kelly was currently only three centimeters dilated, so they may or may not have a short window of time. some woman can dialate fast, for others it can be a slow, snail-like process. the obgyn continued. ❛ however, kelly, if you want the epidural, it can't be a long walk. normally it isn't recommended to give it to you after you hit 5 centimeters. so I will have your nurse come in, and help you out with that, okay? ❜

[gamereaped]

❛ then maybe it’s best if you don’t come home for now cloud. ’ tifa utters the words in a tired whisper, her voice desperately trying ( and failing ) to not crack with each and every syllable spoken. ❛ i’ll...take care of explaining things to rindo once he’s home from school. ’ like i always do, she thinks to herself before quickly sweeping the thought away as she hung up - no parting goodbye or final ‘i love you’ given as she clutched a hand over her mouth to choke down the incoming sob. she needed to get through this. she would get through this. inhaling deeply, she takes a moment to compose herself before finally stepping into the living room and freezing immediately.

    tifa’s instantly greeted by a pair of eyes, eyes so much like her own, staring back at her in confusion and, most of all, hurt. the mother knew she didn’t need to ask him what he had heard: his expression alone told her everything. ❛ rindo, your father and i... ’ tifa begins until she eventually drifts off, struggling to fight against the urge to just finally let go and have a breakdown in front of her own child. but she didn't. she couldn't. ( aren’t i the one who is supposed to keep everything together? if i don't, who will? ). ❛ i’m sorry, sweetie. i-i didn't want you to find out like this. ’

❝ ↪ @kitaishi submitted an ask !!

All he had planned to do was grab a snack or two before his plan to venture out for a walk in an attempt to catch the latest drop his game offered. Now that he'd made it home from school, that opened up the door for him to carry out his plans he'd made with Fret after his studies had been complete for the day. The drop being the primary reason he'd agree to meet with him in the first place.

It was meant to be quick, harmless; something not even worth being noticed. His mother usually had something optimistic to say while his father? Well....his father would have to of been home to make more of an impact on him, if he's honest with himself. Making his way inside and setting his items down, he ventures to where he makes out the familiar voice and stops dead in his tracks.

. . .mom's upset again, dad's to blame it feels like.

Rindo's already tugging his mask up in a failed attempt to hide the expression his mother had more than likely read from his red eyes alone. He didn't understand, he never understood outside of whatever story or tale she'd come up with to throw him off the tracks. But he's always been quite the observant child. He's known more than he lets on. Even without knowing what exactly -- just that there's something.

What happened between his mom and dad? What happened to their family? It used to be....different? His memory betrays him and only leads the pain in his chest to swell more. " How long have things been bad? "

He shakes his head and already looks away, the distance already starting to form. All Rindo wants to do now is hide away and not deal with anything.

[rosewiltd]

@ohfiendangelical said : “all you have to bring is your love of everything." | ( married in mount airy starters / accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊. It is the only explanation Corinne can think of as to why she continues to indulge Zero. She keeps him on the fringes of her life, of course; but still, he's there. Existing like a phantom limb. She aches just as fiercely when he isn't there, but admitting that feels like some kind of surrender she is not prepared yet for. If she gives up, if she lets his darkness seep into the cracks of her waning will, she will no longer be herself; just a distorted reflection, a perverse mockery.

Nevertheless, she yearns. For Zero. For his false promises. For things that only he can provide.

Corinne tucks a dark tendril behind her ear, weighing the timbre of his voice; the offer a sweet seduction. Accompanying Zero anywhere should send off a multitude of alarm bells, but instead it feeds into a dangerous curiosity that's been brewing for some time. He overindulges in everything. His very existence belies obscene excess. He invites her in with his gluttony.

All you have to bring is your love of everything, he says. As if it's that easy.

❝ — Why me? I could think of at least ten other people more suited to accompany you. ❞ Not the least of them being his husband.

[noctuafought]

"how could you work for someone like /him/?" //for fatui!diluc uwu

— @abysshearted

what else is he meant to do when this is the only life he knows and has to carry now that their father passed? who else is he meant to turn to? he can't just walk away. not to mention, all his life he's been around his father and the director. if crepus wanted diluc to follow in his footsteps and remain close to pierro, then who is he to question it?

unfortunately, this had been all kept from his brother. crepus had sworn diluc to secrecy while the pair were growing up, crepus unsure how to break the truth to kaeya.

he supposes now is as good a time as any to tell him.

diluc sighs.

"it's what father wanted, kaeya." besides, the jester hasn't done anything to cause diluc to question his loyalty to him.

[10shadowd]

@visioncursed summoned: kinda just.. plops his head down on megumi's for just a second bc he had a bad day . :(

   in any other situation,  megumi would be moving out from under the other to free himself from being used as some kind of resting spot.  he'd have snapped for his personal space being invaded when gojo knew better  (  not that it ever stopped him  ) .  yet he doesn't.  in fact,  megumi doesn't even look up from scrolling on his phone ;  he's actually staying put and tolerating it for once.

   "  why are you moping.  "  what was common with him being so overly touchy was that he was always obnoxious about it.  always goofing off,  being overly childish  /  usually with full intentions of riling the teen up  /  but almost never in such a pathetic way like this,  so something was obviously up.