#'wish i was called lulubelle'

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

having fun rn interpreting the doctor's changing levels of emotional openness as an expression of the amount of dysphoria theyre feeling over their body

like we all know 12 is a lesbian (joking overgeneralisation / im just talking to everyone who thinks 12 is a lesbian now) and he'll "hold clara's hand but thats it" but we dont even see them touch that much, and bill i think he holds her hand only in the pilot? dont quote me on that but that moment always stands out to me. and he hugs her in twice upon a time but not many other times i think

this means little on its own (and also little in company lbr) but it's in the progression from 12 to 15 that the correlation looks fun. 12 voice: clara im not your boyfriend. im your girlfriend. he doesnt look entirely right (keeps misestimating how old he looks) but hes got all his bisexual wives and girlfriends so it's fine it's acceptable

13 is also a lesbian but shes a Husband and a Boyfriend and she never gets used to the woman thing bc can you blame her it's been like 2000 years at last count. so she cant fuckin touch Anyone. she so severely cant touch anyone that even someone else being a little emotionally open with her makes her react like a snail when you touch their little eye

i think the difference between how 13 reacts seeing tegan and ace and 14 to seeing mel - which i'll remind you is like the same day. it's probably a day that lasted closer to 72 than 24 hours but there was no sleeps so it is the same day - is just relief

the reason 14 looks like 10 is bc that body felt fine. reliable thing to fall back on after 13 just felt New for half a century

the 180 from 13 to 15 slut era i think is just Wow I Suddenly Dont Feel Like My Skin Is Crawling For Reasons I Dont Understand And Like There Are Bees In My Brain Every Second Of Every Day And Also Ive Starved Myself Of Physical And Emotional Connection For Decades Can Someone Please Touch Me

obvs theres also the trauma but like. that hasnt left. so if it wasnt just the trauma making 13 not touch people 14 and 15 would not be such a dramatic shift

[sundayinthcpark]

‘i wish i was called lulubelle’ KFHSKHDIEHDJEVDBE

[weedle-testaburger]

I don't wish the Doctor was called Lulubelle

[rowanthestrange]

@brilliantfantasticgeronimo replied: 'i wish i was called lulubelle'.... 'marti's a boy's name'.....?

Also onto the pile.

Marti Bridges. Bridge - more water stuff. Throw it on the pile.

[iguinn]

so @unstable-style wanted my thoughts on the top 5 dgm character thing so!

Lenalee - i agree with literally all of it? like Lenalee is just such a good character and everything a girl character who plays the more stable role in a group should be! she went through a lot of harships that i the fandom and even herself as a person tend to downplay. she is a kind person who cares more about people around her then herself and i fucking love her! there’s not much to say about her because like... i love her! she cares so much and she deserves so much more thats the bottom line! also dont wanna into a full-blown analysis here.

Lulubell - first of all me and the anime have a complicated relationship cause i actually do enjoy some things about it and i love seeing my precious children and my husband animated the anime just has a lot of shitty filler and I THINK SOMEONE REALLY HATED ME AND MADE ME A LOT MORE OF A JERKASS AND I DONT LIKE IT! now going on to Lulubell herself. ure right she is very cool and elegant and the type of character anyone who likes girls would be in love with the moment she shows up! i actually like how she got more screentime in the anime shes still a Noah but i would feel bad if she died. she also could be covered in blood and guts and still look like the most elegant person in the room which is #valid.

Allie - we all know that i love Allie with my entire heart. she means everything to me and i constantly worry about her and i have to agree with everything u say about her and it also makes me so sad to think about how alone she is and how kind she is. i just wish that she could be herself that she could be honest about her feelings without the fear that it would somehow backfire on her. i wanted to do so much more for her but in the end i couldnt, its in her hands now to open up to others and get better and i pray that once it happens she will be understood and be less lonely. a heart is a heavy burden especially for someone like her. i want her safe and happy because with everything that happened to her and all that pain needs to have a payoff that isnt more misery and im sure u agree. overall what u said just makes my heart hurt because... my poor baby went and is still going through so much theres nothing i want more than hold her and tell her that i love her.

Lavi - a character i love a whole bunch tbh but i have a hard time actually putting my finger on who they are, ur whole thing about them is very good and says a lot of things that tend to be hard to analyze in them. like i knew it already but its hard to actually go into a good analysis because u can tell theyre distant because theyve been told they should be and are the character in the main 4 with the least explored backstory. ure right we can feel the depth in them but we still didnt get there yet its an odd feeling. but theres a sense there even if we dont know much about their backstory that its something important something that means a lot to Hoshino and its nice in a way.

Kanda - ok first of all Froi was the whole reason Lavi called Kanda “Yuu” (not kidding its canon they heard Froi call Kanda that and then calling him Yuu and Kanda did not like it) and second he got more masculine is because he started to go on hrt im calling it. and im gonna ignore the whole hentai thing because i dont wanna unpack that but u thinking from the beginning he was trans is very valid! and ure so fucking right about him u hit the nail in the head! and i think that the reason he thinks that exorcists are destroyers not savior is probably from the very beginning of what happened to him and Alma. and honestly, he and Allie clash a lot because of their different approaches to that very fact. i think he cared for her and the others since the beginning but didnt want to. he cares way much than he shows or wants to.

[gcrifin]

@tenyxshx chirped 🦅🎉🎵 ;

A soft feather crown can be found in her room, made out of the same pink feathers that usually adorned him. Sadly enough, he could not be present for her birthday, work already calling so early in the day. Still, that didn't mean he shouldn't show any affection. Not to mention that the family already had a party planned out. A small note, with handwriting barely readable. "Happy birthday my golden griffin~♥" //*KICKS DOOR* BIRTHDAYS?????

     Reddened gold sunrises pours shining opportunity in an open window. Bright, as every morning thus far had been. Early mornings where the sun had yet to peek over the horizon and left the world bereft of light seemed no less hopeful than the last. The day had begun similar, a lick of warm light against skin and routines that had continued as they had since the griffin came to roost. A chilled air to give added edge to morning stretches before presentable appearances became priority. Lulubelle had almost always been given the time to take beginnings in stride since the end of her relentless induction; a grueling yet necessary process. Blessings of being proved worthy showed themselves in regal atmosphere and beautiful sunrises. With every part of the eyes from restful slumber she was greeted with the same comforting kiss of light. As every day now before it, feathers flourish through disheveled lounge attire and take flight towards the horizon for a the usual session of sharpening instinct and reaction time .

     An hour, perhaps two ─ none the wiser to the future happenings of the day. Dedication had always triumphed over the personal preferences of celebration. Yet, with time allotted and peace settled in the winter air of the kingdom, freedom of personal pleasures would take precedent for the day. A crisp feeling in every crack of stiffening joints bring acceptable maneuverability and Lulubelle returns to the window of a now naturally lit room. Fingers ruffle aimlessly through tangled strands of hair, taking further time to shuffle through various attire for the occasion. So long ago it seemed an outfit or two had been the limit within the small vessel that once ferried her across the sea. With every extra choice is a lighthearted feeling, a hum with handful of golden locks brushed down .

     Chirped chord peaks in a curious tone as movement and wind stirs the vibrant feathers pieced together atop a desk. Grooming slows without halting, green eyes drawn immediately to the rushed penmanship on familiar stationary. It was not often that it found use. Actions were often quite louder than words and, considering the personalities within the family, handwritten letters left much to be desired. Personal reason was the only justification, made more apparent from the thought alone. In moments the familiarity presses a smile into the corners of lips as the crown makes its way into her hands. How delicate pink feathers were not threaded tightly where they were meant to be. Stray fingers still holding onto a now idle brush return to their original task as Lulubelle sets everything back into place. In time a maned mess grows manageable, puffed with embedded curls now near permanent with years of braiding. Now presentable, the crown finds a suitable place embracing golden hair .

      ❝ My, always in such a hurry... ❞ Another glance at hastily scripted note that finds itself a special spot tucked away with other valuables. ❝ I suppose that means he’ll be away all day again . ❞

     A shame that so briefly falters the feeling of such a pleasant morning. But there were matters of which only he could attend, things that allowed them all to do as they please whenever they wished. It is with that time that they were all granted the privilege of existing as they so chose. In essence it had long since been Doflamingo’s gift. Spending an extra moment simply to leave the present as it had been brings a brimming joy to once pale cheeks. A moment of thought is given to words left behind with the gentle caress of fingers left idle among hair and feathers until reality knocks conscious thought back into her .

      ❝ Oh! I’ll need something grey, then.❞ Back to an array of options now narrowed down to only one, crown still snug in place. ❝ Everyone knows how well pink goes with grey. It’s perfect for the season ! ❞

[the-lunar-mistress]

Never Ending Survey: Sazlethan Mahvash

Rules: Repost, don't reblog, tag 10 blogs!

Tagged by: @captainkurosolaire

Tagging: @unkemptandtired @shadowheartxiv @clouded-vxle @quantum-milktea @glorified-thieves @bluebell-bluebird @yisu-xiv @fortress-and-flame @muted-howl @othard

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Sazlethan Mahvash

NICKNAME: The Lunar Mistress, Hingashi's Viper, Lulubell Vixen, Jewel, Saz

AGE: 63 (appears to be in her late 20's)

BIRTHDAY: 18th sun of the 6th umbral moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Rava Viera

NATIONALITY: Othardian

LANGUAGE/S: Dalmascan, Hingan, Old Auri, Common Eorzean, some Thavnairian

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

HOME TOWN / AREA: A small village in the Golmore Jungle

CURRENT HOME: Hingashi

PROFESSION: Madame of The Viper's Nest - dancer's guild and lounge. Informant, assassin, and arcane specialist for The Court of Thieves. Black market Alchemist.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Snow white, often worn in a braid, pulled up into an intricate design with pins, or in wild untamed curls

EYES: Celeste green, hazy violet

FACE: Sharp angles, unnatural beauty, freckled

LIPS: Full, plush, and pouty

COMPLEXION: Tawny brown

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Burns on the palms of both her hands that are covered in ink, and whip scars littering the surface of her back.

TATTOOS: A tattoo of vieran origin along the bridge of her nose and chin. A moon tattoo of similar design between her breasts. And finally runes in the shape of an elemental wheel are printed on her palms and feet in aetheric ink.

HEIGHT: 5 fulms 10 ilms

WEIGHT: 153 ponzes

BUILD: Toned, curvaceous, and feminine. Built like an athletic dancer. In pristine physical condition.

FEATURES: Freckles, wide set eyes with lush frosty lashes, iconic black lipstick

ALLERGIES: ...people.

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Fitting for the occasion. However, it does fall to her ankles and she will never cut it.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Stoic, calm, and relaxed.

USUAL CLOTHING: Often tight revealing clothing or flowing dresses. Expensive fabrics inported from all over the realm. Notable colors being black, deep violet, and gold. Lots of jewelry.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Deep waters, drowning, abandonment

ASPIRATION/S: Unknown

POSITIVE TRAITS: Charming, tactful, diplomatic, romantic, idealistic, peaceful, intelligent

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Indecisive, detached, a trouble maker, superficial, self-indulgent, devious

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric

SOUL TYPE/S: Scholar

ANIMALS: Snake

VICE HABIT/S: Drugs, sex, alcohol, and violence.

FAITH: The Kami

GHOSTS?: Of course. They never cease their rambling..

AFTERLIFE?: Yes.

REINCARNATION?: (Unknown) Bituun

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Centrist

EDUCATION LEVEL: Self taught

FAMILY.

FATHER: Unknown

MOTHER: Unknown

SIBLINGS: Unknown

EXTENDED FAMILY: Unknown

NAME MEANING/S: Moon-like

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: ???

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Anything she can get her hands on

DEITY: Unknown

HOLIDAY: All Saints Wake

MONTH: October

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: Some secluded cove in the middle of nowhere

WEATHER: Warm, a light breeze, night

SOUND / S: Silence, hissing, screaming, moaning, howling, singing

SCENT / S: Lavender and cedarwood, sex, sweat, blood, rain

TASTE / S: Blood, Sahnti's cooking

FEEL / S: Expensive fabrics, skin on skin, flower petals, steel

ANIMAL / S: Snake, coeurl

NUMBER: 1

COLORS: Black, gold, purple

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Alchemy, dancing, singing, killing, manipulation, magic

BAD AT: Making friends, remaining stable

TURN ONS: Physical beauty, blood, unwavering dominance, intelligence

TURN OFFS: Weak minded people, filth, ignorance

HOBBIES: Hedonism, performing, people watching, baking, reading, playing instruments, stargazing

TROPES: Femme Fatale, Lady of black magic, The Ophelia

QUOTES: “Even in the wild submission is not given, it is earned. A wolf will not expose it’s throat because it’s told it should. Why then, would you expect a human being to do less. Earn it.”

“All was dark yet splendid–”

“If you want change, you have to invite chaos”

“Lick the blood from my hands and tell me you still love me.”

“Why should I apologize for being a monster? Has anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?”

“It is a sweet and precise torture.”

"I heard you call to me in my dreams. I heard you weep...and it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard..."

"Please...stop talking. If I cared about the words coming out of your mouth, I would not be trying to actively read the ones in this book. You understand now? Good. Now leave me."

"Did you just...pull my hair? For gods sake woman have some class. This isn't a bar fight."

"Do you think I'm bothered by the idea of spilling your blood? Sweetheart. The very ground you stand on is soaked with my sins. But go ahead and keep screaming. Let me feast on the terror I see in your eyes."

"Did I stutter? Clothes. Off. Now."

MUN QUESTIONS.

"Go ahead. Scream. Let me hear the results of my efforts on your tongue."

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called,  what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1: I'm pretty bad with coming up with names. I don't know honestly. I like names that are symbolic and don't tell you anything about the movie till the very end. Like a song whose title isn't in the chorus. It would definitely be erotic and R rated. High fantasy without any restrictions. Dark, magical, and probably a bit of a psychological horror. It would be about all those Unknown details no one knows about her. A bit of a narrative.

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2: Haunting sympathy pieces. I dunno like...HANS ZIMMER THANKS

Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?

A3: I was really depressed about a year ago. Writing her was a way for me to dump and cope with all those negative emotions without feeling bad about feeling the way I was. Her character and the way I write her is very raw and passionate and relatable.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4: Sazlethan is a small part of me but she is also everything I'm not. Probably even what I wish I was. She's sexy and smart and could care less about what anyone could possibly think about her. She perseveres through the situations I put her through and grows for these things even when it gets rough. And I admire the strength he has and the dedication she puts into her passions. She always gets back up on her feet.

Q5 :  Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5: It is literally impossible for her to settle down and build any kind of relationship. She gives a little and then just disappears.

Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?

A6: Wine, sex, zodiac, and minding our own damn business.

Q7 :   How does your muse feel about you?

A7: Saz is vengeful and I can't fight. She'd most definitely kill me.

Q8 :  What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8: Characters who don't play by the rules.

Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse?

A9: Movies and music

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?          

A10: Can I sleep now?

[belasims]

Get to know me tag

I was tagged by @shhhushhh! Thank you!❤ Sorry this took me 500 years to complete lol 😋

Nickname: Usually people just use my name (Laura), but my husband calls me boo, and occasionally I’m called LuluBelle (it was moreso when I was younger by my mom, grandpa, and brother) Gender: Female Astrological sign: 🦀 Height: 5′2″ Sexuality: Heterosexual Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Favorite Animal: This is a hard one because I LOVE animals, but cats have always been a favorite. In fact I’m cuddling with one as I type this lol. 😸 Number of blankets: Currently a sheet and 1 blanket with the window open - I like sleeping with cool air coming in and being able to cozy up under the covers. Where I’m From: East Coast, USA (been living on the West Coast for the past 10 years, but plan to move back East in the near future). Dream Trip: Oh man...well, I love Europe, so I would love to take a few months and travel all throughout Europe. I studied abroad in Italy for a semester in college, and while I absolutely loved it, I wish I could have spent even more time and gone to more places. Also, there’s a kangaroo sanctuary in Australia that I would love to visit (and work at tbh lol). When I created this account: 2016 Why I created this account: I had been playing the sims for a few years by the time 2016 rolled around and I was starting to add mods and some CC to my game, mostly from modthesims. Then I came across Tumblr CC and was really blown away that there were so many people sharing their sims and their CC. And even though I’m relatively shy & anxious & tend to lean more introverted, I felt a draw to make a blog here because I wanted to share my sims and my creativity with like-minded people. I found my tribe, so-to-speak ☺️. I’m always so in awe of what people come up with in the sims - CC, mods, stories, creative gameplay, challenges, art, etc. ❤️

[sparklycitrus]

Mafia AU Excerpt 3

The Rest of You Is Paradise - Side A Kanda/Lavi, Tyki/Lavi Mafia AU

(part 1) (part 2)

The man showed up exactly a month later, looking the same save for the hair pulled into a high ponytail. His opponent this time, however, was much more skilled. A stockily built boxer, he counteracted the man’s quick speed with precision and raw power. It was only by a very chancy kick in the last second that the man managed to take the boxer down.

Lavi did not get to watch, despite the fact for once he wanted to. It was Lulubell’s turn to oversee the proceedings, which meant he was constantly bombarded with additional bets. She couldn’t care less about procedure as long as she could squeeze in as many transactions as time allowed. After a while he told her off, said that this would just mess up everything later, but her only response was a flick of her cat eyes and the trademark disdain of her curled lip.

By the time everything wound down Lavi’s fingers were a cramped mess. He had double the transactions he normally did, which, depending on the Earl’s mood when he report it, could be great or disastrous. All he wanted right now, though, was a hot shower and the comfort of his bed. Maybe a shot of whiskey if he was up for it once he got back.

But alas, it looked like it had to wait. Tokusa, one of Lulubell’s men, made his way to him while gesticulating wildly. “Yo Bookman!” the man waved, dashing up and roughly grabbing his arm. “Wait up. Got a bit of trouble back there.”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“One of the last guys got an arm loose. Need to get it back in before we can release him.”

Lavi raised an eyebrow. “And you’re asking me? I’m not the doctor, dude. Where’s Madarao?”

“Dragging that other one from his grave, looked like. Or making sure he’s actually cold before we send for the fuzz. Either way, he ain’t around. Told me to get you.”

“Uh… I’m still not a doctor.”

“Come on, man,” Tokusa dragged him a step. “Your old man was a fine fill-in before. I’m sure you can handle this, too.”

Lavi sighed. It was true that Gramps’ acupuncture knowledge had saved a few people from permanent damage in the past. “No promises.” He relented, following the man back down. They walked around the staging area and into a side room, where they usually put the injured for treatment. It was always safer to patch them up in-house before calling any outside help, even if they later died on the streets. Skinn Bolic, his guard for the current shift, nodded to Tokusa as they went in.

The fighter sat on a metal bench, one arm dangling off his side as he futilely tried to push it back in with the other. He jerked up as soon as the door opened. “Who the fuck are you?” came a barking order, the words warped by the split lip and the shiny, very swollen cheeks.

“We’re here to help you, dumbass.” Tokusa snickered. He turned to Lavi, spreading out his palm in a gesture of courtesy. “All yours.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Lavi inwardly groaned. He’d be lucky if guy didn’t deck him out of reflex. Exactly what he needed to deal with at the end of a long night.

The fighter looked a mess. His torso was wiped free of blood and grime, which only highlighted the staggering amount of bruises and cuts underneath. Both of his eyes were blackened, one almost swollen entirely shut. His hair resembled a rats’ nest barely held back with a single red-colored string. There was a tattoo on the left side of his chest, something kind of eastern symbol with extraneous flourishes in the ends. Too deliberately embellished to be strictly personal, Lavi concluded, although he did not recognize the style from any of the other sects. That dangling arm looked to be the least of his problems.

“You don’t look like a doctor.” The man said, eyeing Lavi the way he would an executioner.

“Didn’t say I was,” Lavi ignored the tone. “Relax, okay? If they wanted you dead they certainly wouldn’t send in someone like me. Now let’s take a look at that arm.”

The man hesitated for a moment before reluctantly letting go of his left shoulder. Lavi sat down next to him, pressing a thumb against the socket indent. The soft touch was answered with a jerk and a predicable hiss of pain. It was dislocated alright, along with beaten, torn, and covered in black and blue bruises. Lavi let himself the barest glance of the toned, bulging muscles on the man’s chest and biceps before looking back up, straight into the hard gaze of extremely distrustful blue eyes.

Perhaps fatigue had clouded his judgment, or he simply just realized his secret death wish, but Lavi felt his lips curving into a grin. “That guy gave you some trouble, huh?” Yes, do poke the wounded beast while you’re alone in a room with it. “Thought he’d had you for sure with that last punch.”

The man didn’t reply, only continued his ridiculously hostile stare. Lavi shrugged it off; he didn’t expect a response to his juvenile jab anyway. “Lie down,” he said instead, and moved to push the fighter onto the bench.

His hand was immediately snatched in a tight grip. He bit back a yelp, feeling his breath hitch as shooting pain traveled up the entire length of his arm. It took all of his control to not instinctively grab at the hand crushing his wrist and thumb. Or to hit back. That would certainly make it worse.

“Is he dead?” the man asked, voice low and calm.

It took Lavi a serious minute to realize he was asking about the boxer. Severe pain tend to interfere with thought processes, he’d found. “Don’t know,” he answered through gritted teeth. “Probably. Do you want your arm fixed or not? If it’s the latter I’d be more than happy to oblige you.”

The man held on a bit longer purposely before releasing his wrist. Lavi snatched it back, breath heavy and heart pumping. Bastard, he thought as he rubbed his reclaimed wrist. There were already finger-shaped bruises developing. What in the actual fuck? If he were the suspicious kind he’d think that Lulubell orchestrated the whole thing because he dared to mouth off her rule.

The fighter gave him another dirty look before proceeding to lie down on the bench. Lavi stood up, took the limp arm and began to pull it gently toward his body. The man grimaced, body stiffening with resistance. “No sudden movements,” he quickly said. “And don’t follow my pull. Otherwise I might have to strap you down.”

“Just shut up and fix it.”

“What do you think I’m doing? What do think this is, the movies? You can’t just knock yourself against the wall a few times and expect the shoulder to pop back in, you know.”

“Then just shut up.”

Lavi did. Partly because he actually had to concentrate so he won’t accidentally break the arm while rotating it, partly because he was just too goddamn tired to attempt banter. And that was exactly what they were doing –  bantering, like they’ve known each other for years. It was stupid and reckless, not to mention awkward, since he now had to basically hold the man’s hand for the next twenty minutes. He should’ve just not bothered, or better, said no to Tokusa to begin with. A bit late now.

When the muscles finally loosen enough and bones slid back into place the fighter gasped like he had been holding his breath underwater. He jerked and rolled to his side, almost off the bench as he curled into a fetal position. Lavi noticed the sheen of sweat on his back and belated realized how much pain he must’ve been in, with muscles that tight compounded with the multitude of injuries. He straightened up, careful not to make too much noise, and turned back toward the door.

“You should go to an actual hospital,” he said before stepping out. “I can’t tell if your organs are punctured from all the broken ribs you’ve got there. And check for concussions. And infections. And stay off alcohol while you’re recovering.”

“Anymore useless instructions?” the man responded gruffly.

“Yeah. Wear a sling.”

tbc

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

hahaha okay so my brain has already started on the sequels to this fic kind of annoying but it just conjured a scene where yaz wants to know abt the nightmares the doctor's having so 15 is like "trade you" and against his expectations she actually offers him a nightmare she gets (we know abt the 12x7 one but i also firmly believe she has recurring nightmares where the doctor dies in graphic violent usually self-inflicted ways and yaz always being helpless to stop it) so now he has to say what he dreams about fair is fair and hes like "hospitals" and thats not a lot of information so yaz just kinda goes "...........alright. suppose. with your name-"

and then "i wish i was called lulubelle" fucking stOMped me in the face and i laughed really hard

[atropaazraelle]

R’n’R

Title: R’n’R

Pairing: Hints of Gladio/Ignis

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW themes but not in itself NSFW

Prompt: Relaxing

Also available on AO3

Gladio grumbled, sinking down into the car's seat as scenery whipped by. The outer edge of Insomnia was verdant green, the view marred slightly by the presence of the wall at the distant horizon. It wasn't nature, though, it was a cultivated greenery, a faux-wild, designed to be safe and manageable. The most dangerous things living in it were stray cats and dogs.

Spending a weekend with Iggy had sounded like a great plan at the time. He'd dragged Iggy out to bars and clubs and strip clubs plenty of times, and Ignis had always seemed to have fun with him. Maybe not so much at the strip club, Gladio thought. He'd sat as far back in his chair as the chair would allow when the girl had gyrated in his lap, looking as if he daren't swallow, and then he'd politely thanked her, tipped her, and retreated behind a table for the rest of the night so no more girls could get close enough. Gladio had enjoyed himself immensely, but he'd been forced to admit that maybe a lapdance wasn't how to get Iggy to unwind for a weekend, so he'd asked him how he did it.

Which brought him here, to Iggy's car, on their way to some spa retreat that Ignis claimed to visit whenever he actually got a day off. As far as Gladio could figure that was about three times a year, and only when he had no other choice, but he hadn't argued. He'd promised Ignis he wouldn't sneer at the idea, even though the notion of it sounded ridiculous. Gladio already received massages; deep tissue massage was a painful but necessary affair when you worked out the way he did, but it wasn't something Gladio considered relaxing.

“If you don't enjoy it, Gladio,” Ignis said, not taking his eyes off the road, “I won't bring you again. I can't say fairer than that.” He flicked an indicator as a turn off approached, and Gladio watched him check his mirrors before slowing down, and again before taking the turn. Iggy was always a conscientious driver. “Just try to keep an open mind, that's all I ask.”

Gladio grumbled again, muttering, “Yeah, yeah.”

Ignis gave a sigh, and no more was said as the car wound its twisting way down the road, and up to a building that looked like some sort of sprawling hotel. “We're here,” Ignis said, selecting a parking spot near the entrance and backing them into it.

Gladio refrained from commenting. The place was fenced in, but the carefully selected and planted trees and bushes were everywhere, and he could hear running water as he got out of the car. He followed Ignis, jamming his hands in his pockets and feeling a little like a child tailing after their parent around a supermarket, or possibly some place of historical interest.

“Mr Scientia!” a female voice called from the reception desk as he and Ignis walked inside. “It's a pleasure to see you again.”

Gladio looked from Ignis to the girl. She couldn't have been more than eighteen, and her face was all full lips and fuller lashes. She was pretty, really pretty, and definitely not the sort of girl that went by Lulubelle and gave lapdances in the Hungry Coeurl on a Saturday night.

“It's good to see you too, Aurora,” Ignis replied, approaching her at the desk. Gladio furrowed his brow. Ignis came here often enough that the receptionist knew him on sight, and he knew her first name?

“You booked for two?” Aurora asked, holding out a clipboard towards Ignis.

Ignis took it, and gestured almost carelessly over his shoulder in Gladio's direction. “This is Gladio,” he said, “he's never been before, so I was hoping this could be an education for him.”

Aurora looked at him, as Ignis took a pen and began to place little marks on the paper he'd been handed. Gladio swallowed, nervously. “Hi,” he said, trying not to sound like an idiot.

She smiled as brightly as the sun, and it was the first time Gladio had ever felt as if he was being sized up by a girl that didn't want to jump his bones. He swallowed, awkwardly. “Hello,” she replied. “Has Ignis explained what services we offer?”

“Massage,” Gladio answered, and fought the urge to shrug his shoulders. “Dunno about anything else.”

Aurora's smile brightened. “Yes, we do massage,” she said. “There's traditional, shiatsu, aromatherapy, hot stone, aquatic, reflexology, cranial, and acupressure. We also offer hand massages in our manicure service, and foot massages in the pedicures.”

Gladio blinked. “That's a lot of massages,” he said, dumbly.

Out of the corner of Gladio's vision he caught Ignis smirking, and handing back his clipboard. “Give me his,” he said.

Aurora smiled as she took Iggy's clipboard from him, and offered him another one out. “Choosing for him?” she asked.

“For his first time,” Ignis agreed.

Aurora gave a nod, turning to a computer terminal. “What about waxing services?”

“For me,” Ignis replied, without looking up as he ticked things off on his new sheet. Gladio took a step closer to read over Iggy's shoulder what he was being signed up for. He saw ticks in boxes next to Hot Stone and Cranial, and watched Ignis put another tick in a box next to Manicure. “Not for him,” Ignis added.

Gladio threw Ignis a sharp look. “You get waxed?” he asked.

Ignis looked up at him and arched one eyebrow above the line of his glasses. “You think my eyebrows stay this pristine of their own accord?” he asked.

Gladio wasn't sure if that reply confused or disappointed him more. “Oh,” he said, although the idea of Ignis getting his brows waxed was weird enough on its own. “I thought you meant,” he trailed off, and gestured with his hand at his own crotch, “you know.”

“Only on special occasions,” Ignis replied.

Gladio stared at the man he'd thought, up until that moment, that he knew. His best friend. Iggy, the workaholic that never took a day off, and didn't have an ounce of chill in him, was stood before him, casually talking about getting his balls waxed as if it was no big deal, and Gladio couldn't for the life of him tell if he was being messed with.

Ignis gave him a flash of smirk, and then handed the clipboard back over to Aurora. She took it, graciously, and then said, “We reserved your usual room.”

“Thank you,” Ignis replied.

There was a little paperwork, then. Things to sign, and questions about musical tastes, and known allergies. Gladio had no allergies that he knew about, and he had to sign a disclaimer to that effect. By the time that was done another pretty woman in a white dress uniform had approached, and Gladio found himself being offered a drink, and escorted away from Ignis.

“Just try and enjoy the experience,” Ignis advised, as a glass of Altissian red was placed in his hand.

Gladio was given a beer, and watched as Ignis was led in another direction by a different pretty woman in white. The room Gladio got taken to was clean, and peaceful, and smelled faintly of lavender. “”If you could remove your clothes?” the woman, with red lipstick and blonde hair, said to him.

“All of them?” Gladio asked. He'd never been nervous about undressing for a woman before, but here and now, not really knowing what exactly Ignis had signed him up for, or what was about to happen to him next, he was.

The woman smiled at him, the same bright smile that Aurora had given him, and subtly different, he realised, from the smile she'd given Iggy. This one was a work smile, not greeting a regular you like smile. “You can keep your underwear on,” she said, “if you wish. Many of our clients don't. When you're done, lie on the table.”

Gladio wanted to ask if Iggy kept his underwear on, the thought of Ignis getting his bits waxed refusing to leave him. His eyebrows, sure, Gladio could see it. It was weird, but Iggy's eyebrows were thin and perfectly shaped, not the big broad caterpillars Gladio sported. Trying to imagine Iggy with untidy eyebrows wasn't working for him, but maybe that was just because Iggy was always so put together.

Maybe he came to a place like this to stay that way? He'd said this was how he relaxed, although Gladio didn't see what could be relaxing about having your hair ripped out. Maybe Iggy found it relaxing to let someone else do the work of keeping him looking put together. Hell, maybe getting his brows waxed saved him five minutes in the mornings, or whatever. It was an extra five minutes in which to down a can of Ebony, knowing Iggy, but he probably wouldn't turn it down.

He stripped down to his underwear once the woman left, taking his time to finish his beer and poke around the room out of idle curiosity. There was a music player, and a metric shitload of towels. One whole wall was nothing but glass, showing a nice, if carefully cultivated, garden with a winding stream.

Gladio lay on the table after poking around, and waited. Once he'd hit the point where he was starting to get bored, a door opened, and a tall, lean man walked in, pushing a covered trolley. “Mr Amicitia?” he asked.

Gladio inwardly cringed. “Only my dad gets called that,” he replied. “I prefer Gladio.”

The man gave a nod. “If you could lie on your front, and we'll begin. Do you know what a hot stone massage involves?”

Gladio looked at the trolley, and found he really had no idea. “Not really,” he admitted.

He got one of those smiles again. “First there's a few minutes of traditional massage, and then we'll continue while I'm holding a stone. I'll place stones on you, in points that I think you need them. If you don't like it, tell me, and I can remove them and we'll leave this as a traditional massage. Is that okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” Gladio decided.

“My name's Otium,” the masseur said. “I promise you're in good hands.”

Gladio had his reservations about that, but he turned onto his front, and tried to relax. Music started playing, something soft, and choral, and Gladio listened to the sounds of Otium setting up his station. A towel got draped across Gladio's ass, even though he was still wearing his tight black boxers, and then warm hands found his shoulders.

At first Gladio was tense, expecting it to hurt like the sports massages he usually got did, but although the pressure was insistent, it didn't cross the threshold into painful, and Gladio started to relax. He was just starting to see how Iggy might enjoy this kind of thing when Otium pressed a hot rock against his shoulder and used that to work the muscle.

The sensation was some weird combination of taking a hot bath the day after a solid work out, and the soothing press of hands against his skin. Gladio groaned, quietly.

“Is that all right?” Otium asked, slowing his movements a little.

“Yeah,” Gladio answered.

All right, Iggy, he thought, he'd give him this one. The massage wasn't bad at all. Even though it was weird lying there with rocks placed on his back, it was oddly relaxing. Even when he rolled over, and the treatment was continued on his chest and stomach, stones tucked into his palms.

Gladio realised he'd missed the end of it when a hand gently shook his shoulder. “Gladio?” Otium called.

Gladio opened his eyes, feeling warm and comfortable enough that he was expecting to wake up in his own bed. “Sorry,” he said, as reality dawned.

Otium shook his head, laughing a little. “We're done,” he said. “If you'd like to put on a robe, one of the girls will take you to the hand and cranial spa.”

Gladio blinked, realising he had no idea how much time had passed. He didn't know where his clothes had gone, either, not that it seemed to matter much as he slipped into a white robe that was just that bit too small for his frame.

One of the girls, and he wasn't sure if it was the same blonde with red lipstick as before or not, came to collect him, offering him another drink as she led him to a different room. There were multiple seats in this one, although it was the same view over the cultivated gardens as before, and this time he saw Ignis, lounging in a corner while someone attended to his hand.

“How was your massage?” he asked, as Gladio was shepherded into the seat next to him.

“I think I fell asleep,” Gladio replied, looking Ignis over. He was in the same white robe as Gladio, although Iggy's fit better. His hair was combed back off his face, and damp, as if he'd been in water, and he had a blissed out look on his face that Gladio honestly hadn't seen before. “Where were you?”

“Sensory deprivation,” Ignis answered. “A dark floatation tank, insulated against sound,” he supplied, glancing at Gladio as Gladio finally took a seat. “A half hour of nothing but myself and my own thoughts,” he said.

Gladio wasn't sure if that sounded terrifying or relaxing. “Fun?” he asked.

“Intense,” Ignis answered, and flashed him a smile. “Everything seems so much sharper when you leave, it's almost overwhelming.”

“You look chilled,” Gladio said, as a girl came over and brought him another beer.

Ignis smiled, softly. “That is thanks to Lenis, here,” he said, giving a slight nod towards the girl that was perched at his hand, carefully working her fingers over his knuckles. “She's a wonder with a manicure.”

Gladio grumbled. He'd seen that Ignis had signed him up for that as well. “Might skip that bit,” he said. “Don't think I could face Iris if I had to borrow her nail polish remover, y'know?”

Ignis shook his head softly, and Gladio caught the roll of his eyes. “You don't have them painted,” he said, “just filed and moisturised.”

Gladio grinned a little. “Doesn't seem like a proper manicure if they're not painted,” he teased.

It was worth it to see the bright flash of teeth from Iggy as he teased back, “Well, I have always thought pink would suit you.”

Gladio kept his grin in place, agreeing, “Maybe I'll be bold.”

A woman came up to him, this one with brown hair, and dark brown eyes, and asked, “Gladio?”

Gladio looked up at her. “Yeah?” he asked, wondering if he was about to eat his words on the bold front. He definitely wasn't having his nails painted. Not here, anyway. He'd let Iris paint them for him when she was eight, and he'd ended up having to glare down a guy that had tried to call him a pussy for it when he hadn't managed to chip it all off again two days later. He didn't fancy having to beat Noct's ass for the inevitable sniggering.

Nor did he really want to tell Noct where he'd been this weekend. Something about this felt weirdly private, like it was his and Iggy's secret. This was Iggy's retreat, he realised. This was where the guy came to escape all the pressures of work, and looking after Noct, and the weight of the world resting on that big brain of his. He'd chosen to let Gladio in on it, to see it and experience it, despite knowing that Gladio had thought it was stupid.

“I'm here to do your cranial massage,” she said.

Gladio smiled at her. “No problem,” he answered.

Ignis rested back in his chair, giving a satisfied little hum of pleasure, and when fingers ran through Gladio's hair and kneaded gently at his scalp, Gladio echoed the sound. “Hey, Iggy?” he asked, closing his eyes. His only response was a soft murmur from Ignis, that sounded as blissed out as he'd looked. “Thanks for opening my mind.”

“You're quite welcome,” Ignis replied.

[skittidyne]

tagged by @risquetendencies which i guess doesn’t exist as a tag for some reason

A - Age: 26

B - Biggest Fear: i really don’t do well with needles or heights in-person, but i have the most anxiety dreams related to my teeth. also, guns make me incredibly nervous. 

C - Current Time: 12:27am

D - Drink You Last Had: strawberry lemonade powerade

E - Every Day Starts With: blindly looking at my phone until i drag myself out for a shower. sometimes it’s lulu morning time, however. then she puts her little bitty beans on my boobs and puts all her weight onto them

F - Favourite Song: i don’t trust people who have a single favorite song that’s forever consistent. aqua mika and shiny toy guns are my homeboys though.

G - Ghosts, are they real?: i feel as if i’m contractually obligated to answer this affirmatively, but i don’t really believe in them myself

H - Hometown: military family doesn’t lead to a sense of any real hometown, but i moved to jersey from south dakota. i lived in 3 different places there, but like... the entire state. i hate it. 

I - In love with: every cat

J - Jealous of: people who can write

K - Killed someone?: i feel it would be problematic no matter how i answered this

L - Last time you cried: uhh, when my cat died, i think? i’m not a crier

M - Middle Name: m

N - Number of Siblings: 1, and he is precious and handsome and clever and perfect and i love him

O - One wish: i wish for attention

P - Person you last called/texted: i called my brother last night, and i texted pf earlier about whether or not he wanted a brownie (he didn’t. they were amaretto brownies. i had it instead.)

Q - Questions I’m always asked: "so when do i get to see you out on that dance floor”, “how do you manage to juggle that many characters/plots”, “when will you update”, “skitty why are you eating those jellybeans you are allergic aren’t you”

R - Reasons to smile: students bring me things. today it was amaretto brownies, yesterday it was pretty bracelets. also, lulubell exists. 

S - Song you last sang: it was probably something on my driving cd, so statistically either “deserving?” or “little talks” 

T - Time you woke up: 11am is my alarm currently

U - Underwear colour: orange and stripey and cotton. period panties. 

V - Vacation destination: oh shit paris

W - Worst habit: i feel like all my worst bits are lack of behaviors. i guess i wear clothes more than i should between washes. 

X - X-rays you’ve had: just dental as far as i know. and airport stuff. i hope everyone liked my nipple piercings. 

Y - Your favorite food: uhh, i like things involving chocolate and marshmallows. just those. i also really like noodles. and fruity sour candy. 

Z - Zodiac sign: capricorn in case it wasn’t massively obvious (it is) 

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

"wish i was called lulubelle" -> "i dont have a purpose, or a cause, or a mission"

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

right, yeah, it didnt strike me as unrealistic, i just wasnt really sure what the like writerly consideration was here to include it (or the range of colours line actually, thats probably getting lost in my rewrite, someone else is gonna get that beat i think) if it's just a donna character thing, like this is what donna would do, am i cutting out a bit of donna if the line gets lost or changes in the shuffle, or is that alright it's not a loadbearing line. thats kind of the balance im trying to do the whole time here bc i want to finish yazs story along with 13-in-14's but i dont want to cut into 14&donna's story. so it's just like looking for the room to fit yaz in (which there is a surprising amount of in some places, and a lot less in others) ideal case i can even add to 14&donna by adding yaz. main problem is i dont have a good grip on donna at all ive never written her ive never been compelled to write her (which says nothing about her and everything about me, ive literally written like 8 characters in my life and half of them i didnt do justice)

yeah the pronouns scene!!! i was posting abt this too around the same time as this post bc i was like "is rtd gonna follow up on this one bc this is a really weird one to keep hanging". i dont think you need 14 to follow up on it i think we're done with 14 drowned in a whirlpool etc but it does feel like something thats wide open to be picked up at some point by "wish i was called lulubelle" 15

theres a lot of...idk a kind of reverse engineering in rewriting that i keep getting stuck on. i keep being like okay why is this here, whats its function. because you need to know that to change it, right? and im really fucking bad at it hfkjghgjkh which just means i'll be better at it after ive finished this rewrite endeavour?? (<- wishful thinking)

do you guys think the line about uhh,,, "It’s a shame you’re not a woman any more. Cos she’d have understood." actually provides something valuable in terms of a point to be made or donna's characterisation or can it be cut/replaced without losing anything?

im thinking of rose's "youre so gay" to 9 and how that actually was about smth abt her character which like she grew out of

similarly this line could be saying smth abt donna's view on gender. i think it's a weird line especially for a mother of a trans girl but it's not necessarily unrealistic. theres lots of essentialism in how transness gets explained - born in the wrong body etc. but we dont get any more donna. theres no way for this to resolve like with rose

[captainkurosolaire]

Getting to know : Captain Kuro Solaire

► Name ➔ “Captain Kuro Solaire of the Goldbrand, But ye can refer to me as the navigating guide of pleasure.”

► Are you single ➔ “I’m openly married and surrounded with the personifications of life unshackled.”

► Are you happy ➔ “Have ye seen how many treasures are out there in Eorzea to grab for the plucking? Leviathan! The whole Hydaelyn be awaiting and I’m not even speaking about just silver, gold and gil.” ► Are you angry? ➔ “An emotion I tend to leave caged, It’s freedom would be devastation. Might think that be odd n all since, I claim to be a spirit of the unhindered. ” ► Are your parents still married ➔ “Nah mate learned recently the ole’man and woman have been split from their voyaged ways. Though he doesn’t paddle without their wedding band, gotta give him some reputable credit to that. Shows how much she could have been cherished if she didn’t die giving up her life for me.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “The Glamorous Shite-hole side of Ul’dah” ► Hair Color ➔  "Pitch Black like some wandering Samurai that hangs around gloming up the Quicksands.” ► Eye Color ➔  “Gold, like a fountain of gils crashing into a bedded sea.” ► Birthday ➔ “ 6th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon during some Eclipsed Sun or something like that, supposedly.” ► Mood ➔  "Horned Hunger when y’ grow a savory delight for inner enriches that typically reside from the fresh petals of passion. ” ► Gender ➔ “Male.” ► Summer or winter ➔  “Summer” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Dawn to Dusk”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Always, eternally.” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Believe? What about see or witness, or provide it? I am certain I can bring that belief to all those landers. ” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Depends what we defining as a relationship here, I typically give my greeted partings should they be better for the partied company. Though pirate life brings backstabbing and crossing romantically typically I give the steering wheel to the other one after we establish our cruise if they still waiting on shore for me, they haven’t ended anything.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Probably have a few catalogs somewhere in one of my cabinets in the cabin. Though in order for a heart to truly become greater, vigorous, ye gotta take hits. They’ve but all ascended if I’ve caused and inflicted pain to those who gave me their hearts to held. Though should trust be granted, I never leave a stray one to flutter without attention. I’d be a lousy, man.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Ye’d cross yer eyes to rise on me. Though not really afraid, I’d call it. But more careful. My path isn’t met for long periods of company beyond what my skillful touch can provide, I rush into the orbited heat of the sun, where glory rests!” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Ye can call it ‘hugging’ .....but typically, it’s more like clinging during a very enticing dancing between two bodies learning their limits as they soar together to devour the stars.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “If I pulled out my spyglass, I’m certain we could get a few to note.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ "Infinitely, I can shape and forge and reinforce hearts of others but when comes to my own admitted, I am useless.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Lust is the stem of where love flourishes, I couldn’t imagine it without somewhat how can you take admiration into something without a desire? Ye be talking to a pirate. None, know treasure better than us.” ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Disgusting though I can turn both the Ice cubes and the Lemon into something productive but not my type of thing to consume, mate.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Not too far off the same thing but I got a mouth that is detestable to hear from since I am a glorified walking cat of sorts.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “The best of mates” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ "Wild night out, I like to bring exploration in all the conceivable measurements, staying in otherwise for short periods goes rather limited.” ► Day or night ➔ "Day into Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Yes, purposefully mind ye.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Few dozens of drunken times surely though always fall into an embrace of bosoms to have my face cradled in.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Sort of but I am more of reaching to grab and should something be that potent to me, I must forget it. For I would be cursed and would bring another to damnation should I steal that thing, I truly... wish. Though should they not break the strings that tie, I will but collect.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Disappear!? That’s rather far-stretched to what I, AM. ~ I never seek to be unseen. I wish to be seen in view even if It’s by rear or heard through tongues made of stone. Ye see! To stand taller is what I said to myself as a lad. And that, I will but give myself as a gift that keeps giving to all those who wish to sail aside the mountains to hold the clouds in their ever waking finger tips. 

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ "Both, I could not pass up a pair of lips that give me the communication that a pearl of links could never provide or the silly tomestones could attempt to replace before Truesight... As for the eyes! Ye but heard haven’t you? They are but the windows of the souls ones that I don’t leave tinted from me.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “I get advantages from either when it comes to others, I either get seen action shots or I get a face-full of breasts to greet me. It really doesn’t matter for knees were meant to be bent and I like battling taller opponents to give them some rare opportunities to see the same horizon as me.”   ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “I could not choose over one so I’ll continue to cheat myself through this barrage of questions.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “It’s typically better for hook-up I am a man that provides when others fall behind and then I instruct those to stand back up and treat the womanly gems of Eorzea rightfully how they should be presented. In-turn creating more radiant jewels that never stop. Currently the world is worth a half-gil whore in pearl-lane but overtime with a few seeds tossed and delicately...thoroughly... risen we will have but a meadow to all but breathe in with enjoyment meant for the endless ages.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ "Pops isn’t that bad. Get a few nice therapeutic ‘training’ sessions with him when it comes to the whole bastardization which all cycle back to me letting loose thirty cycles of frustration.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ "It’s hard to sort for most but I like the unpredictable tides and what It brings! Imagine not surviving off enduring or working towards something if everything was thrown on a shitted-plate even if it was sparkling gil and diamonds! It would be nothing but the same shit ye see nobles fitted with. The workers! The chasers! The blazers those are the people who make their own dishes of riches and TO that, It’s everything. Which means more then having someone else prepare your meal for you to do everything hand and foot for ye. I steal from those plates because truly, they would not even give it a glancing care to fill quell the famish in setting.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ "Seven Hells, ye! Screw that orphanage! Least we got it somewhat on the right path, geez. I wonder who out of anyone could have pulled off the care to work on actually cleaning up the city-state. Man they must be really, really, handsome. Well anyway soon the future will be springing up and I can’t wait to greet them at the big-blue!” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Getting my ass-kicked and giving it is kind of an exchange you better suspect to start paying in currency, ye be doing it more than trading in gil if ye aren’t from a fancy House..”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Hating is like getting drunk on salt-water not worth the effort to have those cramps, only worth holding for survival if necessary.” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Every last word exhaled from coiled tongues! From even those who gave me a few nasty scratches, bruises, scrapes or scars I give my hat nudge too. I’ve met a lot within my tale.” ► Who is your best friend ➔ ”Anyone who boards my sail along side or on it’s decks are my cared.” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “The Seas and the Moon who have been there with me since I first laid feet on ship and adorned the mantle of the Captain.” Tagged by : @issa-arwa  ~Thanks, lovely. Tagging : @aylamoenwyb @mai-takeda @east-to-the-sea @shur-kha-ffxiv @vayduh @yuki-yukichan @shadragonheart @shard-kilamarii @figgenbaums-best-friend @knifewaifu @kha-merc-ffxiv @jax332 @lulu-ffxiv @lulubell-vixen @wildgirlcinna @mischiefandmystics @aetheradventures @ghostlyfoxangel @under-the-blood-moonlight @jancisstuff @moonstruck-ffxiv @maheeia @healerofthefoxes @nebula1984 @morha-ffxiv @mteshi-ffxiv @enchantressoftruth @fracturedfantasia @fey-illumination @xzombiepop @savothesewercat @awatercat @thorcatte @viridian-dragoon @virghilani @liliesinmoonlight @ivyffxiv @aelathetrashcan @seinakurokiba @saintofselfinjury @sabine-ffxiv @brandt-highwind @cheche-dotharl @thelastnoukai @kyrie-silverwings @shur-kha-ffxiv @cahli-tia @skysinger-musings @zhauric @tessariel-aerlinn @sibutum @brytedarklyt @smolcatte @kyren-ffxiv @nurakitten @melodies-in-moonlight @bhaldstyr-ahtahrmsyn @fated-fallacy @marjiandco @mythrilreflections @merosmillionmains @bananawaffles12 @gal-the-violet  @kikyo-mihata @littlestcreampuff @mishivymendi @subetei-noykin @the-silent-elementalist @rina-astraea @mireille-lharan @aluray @librasmopatate @toe-ab @akh-afah @kaliheart @shroudblessings @thelionofdalmasca @z-a-n-a ~~ And ANYONE/EVERYONE that wants to take this!

[gcrifin]

The flight up wasn’t the most perilous experience in his life by far, but the ridiculous amount of loops and sudden dives she took through the skies just to hear him yowl had Zoro wishing he hadn’t put the notion to travel up here in the first place. Still, he’d probably do it again, watching Lulubelle running around and exploring the sights on Sky Island with a content smile --though he wouldn’t remark on that sentiment openly. 1/2

“They’ve changed some things,” he says, pointedly ignoring the southbirds glaring down at him, feathers ruffled, as he attempts to read the stone map in front of him. “That old hag told us to go south but I ain’t seein’ a road to there.” Dismissing the map, Zoro heads towards a direction he feels is right. THe complete opposite way the southbirds are pointing. 2/2 // @autumnswordsman

     There was nothing to compare that exhilaration to. Soaring up, falling down, coursing through the clouds like rivers of plush cotton. Lulubelle took immense satisfaction in the upwards travel. The sky had become a second home to her by nature. Jerking about in jest, enough to threaten a death drop but without any intention of letting it be. It takes an unnatural amount of focus for the griffin to abandon the opportunity to mess with Zoro. This was her domain, her field of battle. How concerning it would be for an enemy to be caught within the massive talons of a giant beast thousands of feet in the air without escape. The possibilities of a disastrous outcome neared an impossible number. How fortunate, then, that she cared for the swordsman. Not that she was ever in the mind of making anything more than hollow threats involving alcohol. Though no witness to sincere swordplay, she feared the prowess .

     Perhaps “feared” had not been the proper term. It intrigued her ── but not enough to provoke an earnest demonstration .

     How long had she stood there the moment her feet hit the shifting floor of clouds? The awe-stricken silence had since then passed but it lingered for an eternity. A dream did not compare to the delight of people existing right within heaven’s grasp. It takes what feels like forever simply for the blissful shine to clear from her eyes. Though she had heard of it countless times, not once had she the headstrong hope to push her way that far into the sky to hunt for it. A push and a guide, it seemed, was all she needed .

     Unfortunately for her, it seemed as though she managed to pick the worst one. Zoro was already questioning his directions. The low bellowing of the south birds amidst themselves made it all the more clear he had been here in the past. They weren’t very happy to see him again. At least, one of them wasn’t. How very much like a flock all meant to point south to agree on a similar opinion of someone doubting their directional ability .

     ❝ When did you say you were here last? ❞ she tries not to, but the inquiry rolls off her tongue in an amused half-chuckle. ❝ I don’t think the birds here like you very much. But, at least you have one that does. ❞ Half-bird, but a bird nonetheless. Her ears perk, staring off to the south with them as she continues to listen to the peculiar sound of the south birds bellowing. It was much different than the usual chirping of sea birds. Deeper, more harsh. One could tell just how fed up they were with most people. Mischievous, a hint of malice. But somehow, despite being unfamiliar with it, she could vaguely understand it. ❝ I think they’re calling you an idiot. Hard-headed, easy to provoke, look like you have a grass nest of hair and… oh my. That’s not very nice. What in the world did you do to piss off ── ?? ❞

     Lulubelle turns around, the lack of the man behind her now finally catching her attention. Her attention darts about the scenery behind her until that familiar patch of green hits her vision. A rushed apology to the animals is all she leaves behind before she bolts her way right up to his side, ignoring any sense of personal space. Fingers curl around the fabric of his clothes in an attempt to stop him from walking. ❝ Oi!! Where do you think you’re going? The birds always point south! Remember?? Didn’t she tell us to go south? If there’s no path, we can just fly in that direction. ❞ With a small purse of the lips, she adds, ❝ Are you sure you know where you’re going ? ❞

     If this was going to be a common occurrence, maybe she was better off just letting him take her wherever he wanted to go. He was the reason she was here in the first place, after all. She did want to see everything. But at this rate, she was going to be stuck with him on this island for the rest of her life .

     Maybe she didn’t mind that so much, either .