#𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ﹐answered asks.

[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.

[lostideals]

@marvelmyriad 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 : "My name is Bucky. You call me Bucky, or you call me nothing."

Green eyes narrowed back at the former Winter Soldier. How was he supposed to know that? How was he supposed to know ANYTHING? He wasn't even entirely sure what YEAR it was until a few days ago. Everything was confusing. Nothing made SENSE.

"Fine...BUCKY." he responded in Russian. Lucky for Dmitri, he was learning more and more what it had meant to be him. UNLUCKY for Dmitri, he hadn't been robbed of his memories of his past. HYDRA hadn't NEEDED to, he had volunteered willingly at first. Shoulders squared up as he stared down the other. "Who sent you? I won't ask you again?" One thing was for certain...He wasn't going anywhere blind again.

[chernayavd0va]

@the-innumerable-heroes asked: "i'm gonna ignore that oh yeah i'ma ignore that definitely a whole lot of nothing"

There were times when one could easily ignore whatever it was Clint was mumbling about. By now they had worked together long enough that she expected it most times. Then there were times like this. Times like this when that was the LAST thing you wanted to hear coming out of your partners mouth.

Stopping in the snowy pass they were walking up, she closed her eyes for a second, pleading for it to not be anything bad before slowly turning to look at Barton. “Sure sounds like something.”‌ She stated before facing him. “Come on. It’s cold and we’re almost there. What are you even looking at?”

[ir0nheir]

@inhcritance asked: "People are afraid of what they don't understand".

Of course people were often afraid of what they didn't understand. He had seen that his whole life. He hoped that would change perhaps, but who was he KIDDING. The world was full of people who would prefer to live otherwise. "I guess it's just our job to make them see otherwise. Don't you think?"

[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...  ❞

[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  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  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.

[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.

[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.

[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? "

[rosewiltd-moved]

@shacchou​​ said :  you have no idea who i am ,  do you ? | (  morbid curiosity  /  accepting !!  )

        ❝  Ah — ?  ❞

       𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, his words brought her to a halt. He had to have been no older than she was. It was sensible to conclude he had accompanied his parents, the same way she had hers, to this particular event; heirs forced to mingle while the parents negotiated long-term business deals. Corinne stared at him. His face did look vaguely familiar, although she couldn’t put her finger on exactly why. 

        She couldn’t tell if it was arrogance or genuine surprise that prompted his question, but all the same, Corinne had the sinking feeling she should know him. She could feel his eyes on her even as she averted her gaze, as if judging her for not recognising him immediately. Or perhaps he was simply studying her. 

       Fortunately, in that exact moment, her father appeared behind her. Marcel gently squeezed her shoulders and gave the other man a jovial, if not amused smile. ‘  Monsieur Kaiba! I see you have met my daughter, Corinne.  ’

        Kaiba? Why did that name sound — oh. Of course. It was her father who had mentioned him earlier in the week when he suggested she accompany him to this event. Had it been her mother asking this favour, she would have had suspicions about the motive ( Rowena had never been particularly subtle about her desire for Corinne to marry well when the time came ), but she knew her father was different — he was worried about her. Wanted her to get out more. Reach out to people her own age instead of burying herself in dusty books and smoky cafes. It wasn’t until she saw Kaiba’s face in a televised conference announcing something or other for his company that she finally put two-and-two together. Seto Kaiba. He wasn’t just rich. He wasn’t just successful. He was, perhaps, the richest and most successful businessman under the age of thirty in Japan right now. And he was in Paris.

        And she was an idiot.

        ❝  I — I am so sorry. I did not realise...  ❞

[sinfvlwishs]

@kissespink whispered:   𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “

»» ──────ஓ๑♚๑ஓ ────── «« ❝ … ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ asking me that question? ❞ he chuckled jokingly. ❝ SMASH. without a shred of a doubt. ❞

[electrose]

@mercyburned said : “A little bird told me you spent some time in Sumeru,” Kaeya began, glancing down at the things on Lisa's desk in the library. His fingers ran idly over the underside of the lip that ran around the edges; smooth wood, nicer than anything he owned, that much was for sure. He liked the library; it was quiet. And there were some interesting books in here. Too bad that little girl kept hogging all the books on the Hilichurlian language. “I'm planning a trip of my own there soon, on behalf of the winery. Any recommendations while I'm there?” | ( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘, such as her occupation demanded. While the sheer volume of books could not hope to come close to the House of Daena, the largest library in all of Teyvat, it still posed an impressive number of new and ancient texts in a wide variety of subjects. Lisa liked to think of the library as her little pet project — slowly adding to its collection with every trip she made outside of Mondstadt.

Her last trip outside the city had been one such occasion. Returning to Sumeru had released a bevy of complicated emotions in the witch. It had been her home away from home for some time while she had been a student at The Akademiya. She had loved it there. All of the research at her disposal, of things forbidden and not quite so forbidden. On the other hand, it brought up rather unpleasant memories as well; sage, old professors gone mad with knowledge and power. Had she opted to continue her research, perhaps she would be just as tortured as them. As if spooked by a ghost from her past, Lisa shook herself, finally lifting her languid gaze to Kaeya.

❝ A little bird, huh? ❞ She averted her gaze, focusing instead on the pen between her fingers which she twirled in a lazy circle. ❝ This little bird wouldn't happen to be our darling Outrider, would it? ❞ Lisa was not upset by the notion, only mildly inconvenienced. While she had never made her excursions outside Mondstadt a secret, this particular one to Sumeru had been of a much more personal matter, one she had rather hoped would stay between herself and Amber.

Oh well. It couldn't be helped.

❝ Yes, I was there for personal business, ❞ was all she offered in explanation. She hoped he wouldn't press about it. Upon hearing Kaeya's own reasoning for wanting to visit Sumeru, the pen in her hand stilled. She let out a laugh, the sound like a ringing bell. ❝ Well, you'll have no shortage of eye-opening experiences while you're there, I'm sure. It is a veritable hub of wisdom, after all. Sumeru City has some of the best spiced wine I've ever had. Perhaps you can check out the competition and see for yourself. ❞ It was half a tease. It was true Sumeru City had a delicious selection of wines, but she'd said it mostly as a jab. Perhaps, if she was lucky, he might bring her back a bottle. The thought made her smile. ❝ As for other recommendations, I suppose that all depends on you. If you are looking for more... entertaining pursuits, I'm afraid I can't help you. ❞

[emblemartyr]

EMMERYN ( INSERT MIDDLE NAME ) LOWELL, has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery's Town !

#EMBLEMARTYR ━━━ private roleplay blog for Emmeryn of Fire Emblem: Awakening ( FE13 ); interpreted & loved by Barely ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with The Officers Academy as a townsperson and organization founder.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Emmeryn being written after the canon events of Awakening, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in her posts is highly possible, as she specifically comes from her respective paralogue after a critical canon event which shapes her current interpretation. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be #awakening spoilers to avoid them.

unlike my other two muses, Emmeryn lives in the town of the monastery as a kind, yet quiet neighbor to those who reside there. upon having her housing papers admitted without struggle, she decided to rent out an empty building and use the treasury she'd been given to fund an organization for royals and nobles of any age to get advice and assistance with their etiquette and handling civil affairs, which she remembers easily.

after the events of Awakening, and known to those who saved her in her paralogue, Emmeryn suffers from a multitude of injuries that have changed her as a person. there are physical conditions, like her limp, unconscious twitching / trembling, and rapid blinking. and there are non-physical conditions, like her amnesia, hindered speech, and periodic headaches. I will not allow any heavy IC or OOC jokes about any of these unless spoken of beforehand. the way I treat Emmeryn is very careful and I'd become uncomfortable if her conditions were made fun of. in a softer note, there are a few social norms she does not remember and will need to be reminded of in certain situations.

similar to the above bullet, Emmeryn does speak slowly, in half sentences, pronounces certain letters and words wrong, and pauses a lot to formulate her thoughts. this will not change for a long, long time, as in the years after her paralogue, she hasn't recovered much from the incident. if your muse will belittle or mock her for her verbal inconsistencies, tell me beforehand so I can consider whether they should interact or not. just long enough for me to become fully comfortable with her narrative voice as a muse.

unless your muse has known her before her arrival or is currently enrolled under her organization, then they do not know that Emmeryn was the former Exalt of Ylisse, as this is not something she shares for the hope of starting over completely with strangers outside of her profession. on the note of her organization, let me know if your muse would approach her for it! you have to be a noble for the political classes but anyone can take her etiquette courses.

additionally, a frequent NPC that you will hear mentioned or referenced in her interactions is Langston, who is the caretaker that was deployed to Regna Ferox to tend to her. he is important to her reasoning for being here but will not be able to speak with your muse unless the thread or interaction calls for it and we have discussed it prior. yes he is pretty and twenty-seven and shy and blonde-adjacent and I have a crush on him, next question

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORTS PAGE.

TAGS.

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ the immortal light that beckons a kingdom forward ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ falling is trusting that the world will catch you ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ let us fill in the gaps of memory with those anew ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ kindred smile and soul; offering all she is and was ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood cannot ever forget ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her gentle hand ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ is love not simply the strength of both kin and stranger ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ a promise to never erase ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

[ir0nheir]

@resignedworkaholics asked: hand it over. i know you have it.

James looked at the other man's hand held out, palm up and expectant. He looked down at his hand, still not saying anything before lifting his gaze up to look at him. Without saying anything at first, James shrugged his shoulders, and looked off to the side rather non-chalantly. "I don't know wat you're talkin about."

[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.

[jauneilles]

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( incorrect quotes / accepting !! )

Chloé:   In  light  of  what  you  did  for  me,  you  can  hug  me  for  four  to  five  seconds. Marinette:   FORTY  FIVE  SECONDS?!? Chloé:   No!  Four  to  five  seconds! Marinette:   Too  late.

Marinette:   *Gets  down  on  one  knee* Chloé:   Oh  my  god,  it’s  finally  happening. Marinette:   *Falls  over* Chloé:   The  poison  is  kicking  in.

Marinette,  struggling  to  keep  upright  in  their  1  inch  heels:   Yeah,  I-I  don’t  really  think  heels  are  for  me Chloé,  pointing  at  them  and  walking  flawlessly  in  sparkly  golden  6  inch  heels:   WEAK.

Ladybug:   What  is  your  biggest  weakness? Queen  Bee:   I  can  be  uncooperative. Ladybug:   Okay,  can  you  give  me  an  example? Queen  Bee:   No.