#❝ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ― answered.

[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. ❜ 

[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 ! ❞

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[razubomb]

📜

( incorrect quotes / accepting !! )

Zack: I was arrested for being too cool. Jessie: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Jessie: You often use humor to deflect trauma. Zack: Thank you. Jessie: I didn't say that was a good thing. Zack: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

Zack: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Jessie: How can you still say that? Zack: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Zack: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Jessie: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

[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? ❜

[aetherealwish]

"I just asked if she needed help and she..."

☆ ★ | @tosxah

Hell hath no fury like a brother's anger. Upon hearing the knocking on the door, it took all of his restraint to not fling it open in rage, to not let the offender have a word in and release all the inner thoughts he kept to himself in an effort to drive away his sister's heartache. From the very beginning on that one rainy day, Aether predicted that Lumine would have a breakdown of immense magnitude — and it would be due to him. This same blue-eyed ginger continues to cause her pain and grief in both this and the previous lifetimes.

Yet he knew it wasn't his place to intervene. As much mental anguish Ajax was the source of, the blond could see the love and affection radiating from Lumine's gaze whenever the other's back was turned, the hop in her step when she was in a good mood after one of his numerous visits, and most importantly —

She hadn't rejected his presence. Her agency and choices would always outweigh her brother's over-protectiveness, so all Aether could do was hold her through the breakages while wiping away tears staining her cheeks.

Until now. That plea in her tone was all that he needed to finally set things straight.

Once he had his twin secured soundly in Xiao's arms, the latter carries her to the safety of the siblings' shared bedroom before going to confront that problem.

If the guy had any intentions of barging his way into the apartment, he would be denied by Aether quickly slamming the door behind him as he exited. A glare equivalent to the blaze of a fiery sun stared back, his usual smile erased by a grimace of anger as the blond forces himself to not physically knock some lights out.

"She doesn't want to see you, so get out." An icy rage seeped into his voice that he didn't even bother trying to hide, a tone that hasn't been heard in a few centuries — not since his days among the abyss's war against the gods. All of the casual happiness that Ajax was familiar with was nowhere to be found.

[sunlightswallowed]

‘ sorrow can come to any kingdom no matter how happy. ’

THE WORDS FROM her friend's mouth sting like the prick of a thorn. How could Odette say such a thing to her, who knows that bitter truth better than most ? Arianna knows already how capricious and cruel the whim of fate can be, she does not need another to inform her. It gives her voice, usually so soft, a subtle edge like a hidden blade, as she replies:

❝ Aye, and well I know it. ❞

Sorrow has shadowed Arianna's footsteps from the time she was a child. Mother vanished, father dead, babe after babe gone before they could live, and now, finally, the worst wound: Her only living child snatched from her cradle. She, of all people, needs no tutor in all the various ill luck and misfortunes the world could inflict.

❝ Have you come to lecture me on the cruelties of the universe, sweet friend ? I need no reminders on that count, I assure you. There is proof enough in my own household. ❞ She gestures with a hand towards the door of her chambers --- And, beyond them, the empty nursery across the hall where her daughter ought to sleep.

[routesbond]

i thought they’d never leave. / yang for either lan or fei!

❝ ↪ @dangaer submitted an ask !!

" Yang! Do you want us to track them down? We can be reeeeal sneaky about it and they'll never see it coming! " She's the first to speak up, bouncing in total anticipation before the familiar touch against her shoulder causes her to stop.

" Lan, don't get too ahead of yourself, Yang would already have it handled if that were the case - "

Her eyes start to beam with child-like excitement, turning her attention towards the boss and bouncing. " You mean the boss secretly wanted them to be around?! Do you like them? They should come back then! "

Fei reaches for his sister's arm and tugs her closer, shaking his head before pointing out the very look glaring back in their direction.

" Let's just wait and see how this plays out - " he whispers before his own attention returns to Yang. " What purpose did they serve anyway? "

[brooklynbred-a]

@messeduphood asked: "Oh, don't tell me you are afraid I'll get my panties in a bunch just because I'm talking to America's favorite son" He replied giving him a playful small Jason rarely displayed for others.

A sheepish look came from the Captain before he looked up at Jason, a light pink shade on his cheeks. He wasn't used to that sort of talk, something about his old fashioned nature from the 40's still very much playing a part in what made Steve Rogers...Well Steve Rogers.

"Just not used to people thinking I'm somethin special." He SHOULD be used to it by now...It's only been that way since he became CAPTAIN AMERICA.

[ruinakete]

A small letter could be find at the threshold of her rooms: it was finely decorated with handmade purplish flowers, with a very quirky drawing of what it seemed like a lizard-like creature - seemingly a wyvern - and at the center of the paper, a brief text written in a hasty calligraphy, almost as if she was in a hurry or as if she was very tense in writing this. The text was the following:

《 The glance you gave me that evening was fulminating: I was raptured by your words and your attention for the most amazing creatures among all animals - wyverns. You are like one of them: alluring, fleeting and majestic. 》

On the back of the letter, a signature; the Red Dragoon Knight [ wanted to send it as anonymous, but I couldn't ; v ; ]

NEVER HAD MAGE DRAGON ENTERED HER DEN WITH CAUTION, at least, not with the degree she held now; standing at the threshold with an unwavering, bland gaze, accentuated with emotion only by the arch of a brow. it could not be a student. there was a specific box she had set up outside her office for letters from students, as most were pity stories to twist at her heart until she lessened the strict drop of their grade; in which, none worked, and the repeated offers ceased whatever patience she held towards her pupils.

so, if not a student━━━or at least, a student who followed her manner of organization━━━then a fellow instructor or sister / brother of the church. possibly. most likely. she would have to waste away her time actually giving the letter her time of day. unfortunate but the promise of frequent downtime had not been in the admittance papers so she ought to not complain.

poised claws raise the letter to her face, lips pursed and throat humming a low grumble; the barest of factors announcing her minimal curiosity. on instinct, zephia's gaze had followed the spaces of the paper, singling out the presses of ink and their curved letters before registering the intricate, yet amusingly quirky decor of flowers and wyverns.

the letter was read in seconds.

the mage dragon's skin reddened after a minute.

she sighed, turning over the paper to divert her attention unto anything else━━━if not the signature placed carefully there. sangria eyes narrowed and her lips twitched into the beginnings of a grimace, a curt disgust so glaringly opposed to the abnormal heat rising to her neck and ears.

that evening? how utterly vague. she spoke to plenty this past week, not to exclude the many others who sought her out at different periods of the day.

You are like one of them: alluring, fleeting, and majestic.

as if she was not one of the closest beings to a pure-blooded wyvern!

the door to her room was slammed shut by her hand, given hardly a glance as zephia gripped onto the letter, half a mind to toss it into a fire. away and gone, it would be! but that only meant evidence of the stranger's advance would be destroyed... no, that wouldn't do. instead, after a trained breath, mage dragon carefully folded the letter and set it on her desk. though the stranger had an acute taste and a highly respectable eye for wyverns, their worship of her would be best in person rather than through ink.

another sigh. she turned from her desk, rubbing at her temple, "lord sombron, give me strength. to be fooled by a glance yet cower behind words... tsk."