#20sep1847

[spiicegrl]

“Perhaps we should come back later.”

“ -- If I wanted you here to speak, I’d have spoken to you first." There’s a pause. “.. but no, we wait. He will come.”

The flight had been rather jarring for Trish and the sting of tiredness behind her eyes was only setting a mild irritation for her mood -- as well as the president’s tardiness. She had tried to catch some sleep earlier before inviting herself into his office when he was out of it; but the racing excitement mingled with an impending sense of caution was a powerful tool to keep her mind awake.

Passione was a powerful syndicate, with ties outside that surprised even her. It had started an innocent investigation enough; discovering the correspondence using American names and English words. An oddity to have among the strictly Italian organisation. Though, as she dug deeper, learned more and more, not so strict.

Her cat-like curiosity lead her to this point, as well as an incredulity that the ties ran so deep as to the very top. Unfinished business was a dirty affair, and whilst she might have been able to fix it in her spare time, something of this nature, of this importance -- and power, required her full rapt attention. It was luck alone that the broken promise hadn’t soiled the foothold they had in America -- but how long was that going to last? One of these days, he might call to collect and demand more than what was initially promised.

Trish was here to prevent that and perhaps, if her arrogance would allow that, gain more than what she started with. Had she her way, she would strip him of every inch of his worth; bleed him dry. The whole country would be hers.

But, for now, it was damage control. Her finger idly toyed with the golden plaque on the desk she sat at, the name ‘FUNNY VALENTINE’ reading back to her. 

How.. unfortunate.

Her gaze was ripped away from the littered items to the door beginning to open and with it, she inched to the edge of the desk; one leg drawn over the other. She would be the first thing he saw when he pulled that door back, as would her voice be the first thing to greet him.

“ -- It’s about time you arrived, Mr. President,” she sweetly told, the way the title leaving her lips like an insult than a respect; her accent thick as she spoke English. “Passione sends it’s regards. Shall we proceed with business?”

@20sep1847

[heartshredded]

🥝 🥝 🥝 🥝 🥝

for every 🥝 i get, i’ll recommend a blog i love // @duskgathers

@madamhatter:

wow!! soar.. i didn’t even know we met years back, i guess coincidences do exists? from what i remember back then, you were one of the first people i ever interacted with in the group and god damn did i have a lot of fun with you and sophie! i can tell your writing has improved and your sophie is as great as ever, a lot of thought put into her character as well as still sticking to the canon of the book or ghibil movie. as for your writing style, there is a lot of little detail that paints out the picture of the scene so vividly in my head, its like magic whenever i read your stuff. 

i’m really happy that we just had a chance to meet again? i never thought i would ever write eto again, like honestly, she’s such an iffy character that many would definitely stray away from. yet somehow we managed to make like.. one of the most interesting pairings i’ve ever seen, literal predator and prey. both are smart and use their wits wisely, and its such a slow burn twisted kind of love. also god i love to read your stuff, whether its a headcanon or our thread or with someone else, like literally. i love talking to you so much, i hope real life treats you well. 

@loreliei:

yen! you’re one of the first people i ever followed on this blog if memory serves, and gosh dammit you’re a sweetheart. as far as i know, you’re nice to basically everyone and you deserve all the love you can get. you’re a really gracious and considerate person, i love the wit you put into seo, i always stop by to read or see what you post whenever you’re on the dash.

 your writing style is very engaging and full of personality, each character has a quirk and even if you didn’t include icons, tags nor mentioned their name, i could roughly guess who you’re talking about. its unique and distinct basically! plus i remember that meme you reblogged and you went the extra mile to add in plots ideas for seo and the other person’s muse, a lot of people don’t often do that and i think that it really helps to establish potential friendships easier. 

also.. kenma and seo? love them. they’re good friends, its wholesome and adorable. 

@rollingsnowsmasher:

ok honestly you’ve always been the one loving me so let me give it a try this time, for reals. i think i first saw you from seeing guixi reblog your promo and i can’t remember if you followed me first or the other way but i’m really glad i did follow you. you’re a sunshine to a lot of people, i know many love you and there’s many good reasons for that. you’re a very supportive person, i often see you reblogging other people’s promo or posts with positivity in it and it really does shine. i do love seeing you on dash, i know i’m guilty of not reblogging your stuff everytime but really, really, you deserve so much and i know many would agree with me. 

as for your writing, i just need to say its colorful and i will not lie, i still reread the gyro drabble you wrote like months back. your words come together to draw out a picture of whatever is going on and you describe it really well, like i finish reading a paragraph and everything comes to life in my imagination. i think as a writer that is a really amazing thing to be able to do, and i can’t stop smiling like an idiot honestly. 

as for itsuki, often i have trouble differentiating muses that are like children since they often are just bland with the same formula, but i can remember itsuki well. i still remember that riceball sharing with johnny, and she’s a sunshine like you are. another thing i like about how you write her is that.. she has different sides, its not always sunshine and rainbows, itsuki has issues of her own and it shows. though i don’t know sengoku basara at all, if i’m right she’s a minor character who didn’t have much screentime or story in canon, so you make her really fleshed out and three dimensional.

 basically, yes, love your writing, you’re a sweetheart and whatever blog you’re on, i love you. thank you for always being such a nice person to everyone, that’s a really rare thing nowadays and i hope life treats you well. whenever you’re down, i hope you feel better, you deserve a lot. 

@uncharnel / @20sep1847

no lie, i was a really big fan of your writing like even before i followed you, but originally you came off as really intimidating to me so i just quietly followed you and read it from my dash. i don’t know what writing juice you drink to write so much, every little detail shows a trait of the character you write and even their thoughts. the way you write really makes me feel like they could be real people, its believable and they have their own problems / issues.

i also really appreciate the fact that you picked up so many side characters from part 7, like as far as i know i’ve mostly only seen blogs for the ‘main’ cast (johnny, gyro, diego, hot pants, lucy,  valentines) at best and not any of the rest. you give them love, flesh them out and wow.. characters i never paid much attention to in the manga, i have a bigger appreciation for them whenever i reread the manga thanks to you.

as for mun, you’re a nerd and i realised i shouldn’t have been scared of you back then. april fools on your valentine blog was very fun to just see and read, like i don’t even know how that hair works but it got a good chuckle out of me that day. i also didn’t know what jeopardy was till you talked about it in the tags so thank you for introducing me to the best elevator music ever. love writing with you, reading your stuff and i hope life treats you well joh!! 

@haecceiity / @biizzarroo (i keep forgetting its a double ii so i spent a minute wondering why i couldn’t tag you)

hello, nerd, i bet you thought you’ve seen the last of me insert that drama queen gif, thanks for dealing with me. anyway i think i first saw writing with val or something, i didn’t have any VA muses back then but i was a potato who still liked reading your stuff anyway. took me about a day before i actually dared to follow you back, but gosh damn i don’t ever regret that decision. you put a shit ton of effort and thought into all your muses, from holy to trish to form to all the muses on your multi, and it really shows in your writing.

your writing style is like blessed, you don’t drag on a point too long in your paragraphs but you add in certain words or phrases where the character’s personality quirks shine. its never tiring to read honestly, the little details here and there are what makes them so unique from just what was from canon. i think you do a great job on all of them, like literally every single one of them, and i don’t take no for an answer so you gotta take this kiwi of love from me.

as for personally, you’re fun to plot with or just talk to in general, and i can appreciate someone who just has a lot of memes from over the years. this is getting kind of long winded so basically, i’m glad i met you and whether we get to write together in the future or not, really hope you continue just doing your thing. also hopefully life treats you better.

[jorahgothique]

starter for @20sep1847​

Slipping into his room had not been the destined plan for the night. Then again, her visits were never entirely planned. Strategic but not planned. Showing up when she pleased, when it would be of inconvenience to him or when she believed he’d need to take a bit of the edge off. 

Jorah craved the burning and branded punishment. Rough hands bruising hips and teeth bared hungrily as he laid his claim into her body over and over again. Her own lips curved upwards into wanton smiles, moans passing through them a song most natural. Such a fun little game they had started the day she met him in his office. The first time she and he united in sinful unity. A moment of fun, all she meant it to be, yet so quickly changed the night she snuck through the halls. Entering his private room like a cat in search for warm milk. Found more than this cat had bargained for. 

A war under dainty finger tips, a queen regent left to hide beneath crumbling walls, the howls of wolves and rabid hounds wailing ever closer. His pet, her master. Their iniquitous affair. A free adventure of blurred control. Or at least...that is what it should be. Now...now things may get complicated. No, No they will get complicated now. 

Sat on the side of the bed fully clothed and eyes trailed to a window, finger tapping against her cheek. Outward appearances paled in comparison to emotions stirring inside her. A night just like the rest, found her way into his unattended room. Yet no playful poses on the bed as she waited for the wolf to return to his den. Instead she quiet, still. Why, she wondered for a moment, why bother to even come here knowing that-- No, it just as he said. He’d find her. Send those hounds to drag her back...and if they dragged her back at the wrong time...Jorah tried not to think about that. 

In her thoughts a hand come to rest lightly atop her stomach, pressing gently into the fabric of her loose blouse. Just a slight trace...barely there yet there all the same.Hardly there to notice...perhaps not even there at all. Doubtful, one month missed not too much to worry about but two months...? Two months and the idle sicknesses that plagued random times of her day. Sometimes for minutes and others that felt like hours. The more the symptoms occurred the less frequent her visits became. Far more erratic than before. The first month she had tried to ignore what her body knew. Continuing their affair until the second month crept upon her . 

Jorah’d thought about not telling him at all. Simply continuing the role of his pet until what she feared became...too noticeable. He’d find her and their...Jorah took a deep breath and angled her neck to gaze at the ceiling. What was she to do? She briefly thought of France, of Paris and all she could taste was ash. Returning home..not when she--

The door handle turned, catching her attention. Eyes sluggish to move towards the figure in the doorway, no need to guess who it was. -“Good evening, Mr. President.”- she greeted curtly, her gaze returning to the window. -“Nice of you to finally come to bed. Hmm, it has been a bit has it not? Since I sat here in this bed waiting for you. Désolé.”- the last word a smirked chime. Yet no smile or tease rid the taste of rot upon her tongue. How...How could she have let this happen? 

-“Come to bed. We have much to make up for. Much to...discuss.”-  The hand at her stomach never left, fingernails digging and threatening to tear. 

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

22 + 26?

22.What would make you block someone?

/Causing and stirring drama, political bullshit, whining, trying to put your own bullshit weight onto other people fek that i got my own things to worry about and tired of being mom all the time

26.How do you feel about vague posting?

/Cowardly, pathetic, attention seeking something that preeschool kids do, grow up! Either deal with yo issues privately or confront  aka be adult about things if possible

[hamittopapuru]

Can I get 7 + 8? :>

Let’s talk about JoJo!

7: If you could have any canon stand, which one would it be?

Ooh, that’s a hard question. Either Tusk or Weather Report. Somehow, shooting nails seems appealing to me.

8: Do you have a dream Jojo cosplay you wish you could make?

It might sound weird but I’d love to cosplay Dio someday. I sometimes watch makeup tutorials because his eyeliner game is perfect haha. 

[whispereddreams]

Blood + Curses?

Fear Meme | @20sep1847

Blood: What’sthe worst injury your muse has ever had?

“Consideringmy profession, I’ve had quite a few injuries in my lifetime. It’shard to pick just one that was the ‘worst’ because most of them tookme out of commission. Not entirely, but enough to keep me from goinginto the field to work. I’d have to say the the knife wound on theside of my right thigh was the worst, it was difficult to do anythingwith an injured leg.”

Curses: Doesyour muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma?

“Ido believe in good and bad luck. Karma, in my honest opinion, iscompletely made up. Something to scare children into behaving insteadof teaching them any manners. Lazy parenting, I’d say.”

[ask-dr-ferdinand]

@20sep1847 continued from here (had to steal your format it’s so much more efficient)

   It was rapidly becoming harder and harder to hide the deepening blush showing through his makeup. He could practically feel Valentine’s slow breath on his skin. Ferdinand instead opted to turn his head away, desperately hoping the president would be either too drunk or engrossed in his scars to notice; hoping he wouldn’t find him somehow repulsive for enjoying the contact.

   The other man’s speech on his stand did give him pause, however. But as soon as he had opened his mouth to speak he stumbled a bit, heels catching on the carpet as his arm was pulled closer towards the president. 

   The offer of a gift of gloves, such a personal item, was almost too much to add to the night’s events. It pushed him further not stammering, a habit he believed he had left in childhood. “Ah… th-thank you, sir. I don’t know that I c-could accept a gift like that from you, but I suppose if you’d prefer I have them… I mean if you believe they’d aide my work… I, ah…” his sentence trailed off, his words dying in his throat as he chastised himself for even speaking. For embarrassing himself in front of his employer.

[eyesofcuriosity]

🤛🏼 - Show my muse how to throw a proper punch [[Help, this sounds too cute]]

/womaaaaaan

First, he insisted to teach her how to shoot, for safety reasons, of course, she agreed that American soil and people can be quite ruthless given the chance. And why not use the right to protect herself to the fullest? But to throw a punch was something utterly....new...considering her upbringing, what in the world made him think a dainty woman like herself could do such thing? Not that she did not appreciate his desire to make sure she is resilient....but he was oddly giddy about the whole process. 

Pressing her lips in thin lips in a line as his large hand would engulf her own small fist showing how to properly curl her fingers and position her hand she would observe, brows furrowed in focus. Keep the hand straight, do not a lower or raise your fist because of the risk of damaging your fist that way......what an odd lesson. 

“Shepherd are you certain you do not wish to train me into a soilder of some sort? “ she would tease with a snicker while raising her small fist to gently nudge his chin with it.

[centuryolddoctor]

🏖️ [[Forgive, the thought of baba on the beach amuses me.]]

( omfg babe xD )

🏖️  = What would your muse be doing on a day out to the beach? Are they the type to get in the water or just sit on the shore?

“Ah, when I was younger I did love swimming and collecting shells with my children. But nowadays  I rarely go, and if I do well…I only dip my toes and go back to relax on a towel or play cards “

[master-of-za-warudo]

Might I suggest death and hubris? It is rather overpowering, the latter especially.

“It’s not hubris if [Fate] lets you have your way in life most of the time. And death? Do I, DIO look rotting to you? I should smell of life unending and perfectly persevered. 

[ciliegia-sours]

Date?

Who asks for it:

[x] Your muse asks mine

[x] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[x] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[x] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [ ] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [x] Horror  • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [ ] ___ (other options)

[x] Restaurant  • [x] Expensive/High Class  • [x] Small and familiar  • [ ] Fast Food

[x] Nature • [ ] Beach • [x] Park • [x] Forest     • [x] …and having a picnic

[x] Visiting a Museum

[x] Visiting an amusement park

[x] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home • [x] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [x] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[x] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[x] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[dinotreaded-blog]

Funny Valentine. From X.

“You forget I, too can play the piano, sir.”  A rigid posture. Clawed finger trailed along the keys before the hands fixate and begin to play. It isn’t a song Valentine recognizes; perhaps something Diego had created himself. 

Low pitched and minor key. It instilled a sense of dread, as if something was going to happen once the song was finished. 

[heartshredded]

ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ If you receive this it means you make someone happy! Send this to 10 followers that make you happy, or some you feel need some cheering up. If you get some back, even better! ♥

i don't know how i make you happy but like, it means a lots so thanks *jeopardy theme playing forever*

[jorahgothique]

To say that Foley looks more awkward that usual this morning is an understatement. He's holding two items and looks unsure of what they are: in one hand, a card that looks home-made even from a distance. In the other, a brown paper bag, heavily crinkled from how hard he's clutching it. Eventually, he puts the card down on the kitchen table like a card shark playing a winning hand. The bag follows soon after. “Cookies,” is his only explanation. “My kids helped me with them. They're for you.”

Her morning was going just as well as the previous night. Considering she hardly slept and tossed endlessly resulting in a groggy morning, her attitude was less than enthusiastic.Hardly able to push herself up and tumble into her closet. Part of her wanted to simple roll herself up in a somewhat comfortable blanket and just lie on the floor. But her child would be most disagreeing with that. Already she felt her hummingbird’s presence rise up in the morning with a familiar sting of upset in her stomach. 

It lingered still but getting up and walking about gave her some distractions. Another cold window to look through, another little critter scurrying on by. Such a bore this all was and presence was no different. At first, she half expected Valentine to be there. Popping up maybe thinking he was putting some effort into this or maybe it was just to make sure she was in check. Though worries about that faded when Foley walked in, just as always. 

A bright yet tired smile brought her spirits up, or at least tried to. Quick on her feet, she gathered him some tea with sugar. Just about to place it down on the table when Foley beat her to it. Watching carefully while two items placed in front of her Jorah rose a brow. For a moment eyes darted to items then to him and then back to the items again. Then it struck her. Today was, well it felt like any other day but, the 14th? Saint Valentine’s Day! Heart sputtered, shocked the date was forgotten and now suddenly very grateful Valentine had not indeed been the one at the door. 

What an insult that would have been. But, what was this? Tea placed quietly onto the wooden table her fingers grasped the card as if it were fine glass. It was a crafty thing. Blemished with imperfections but still as delicate as a precious gift. A tired smile bloomed into one grateful. By God, she did not deserve such a generous thought but was she glad she had one. That not the only generous offering, cookies too. Sweets that Jorah knew she could never reject. A churn in her gut, courtesy of her child, made her think munching on something so sugary may leave her regretting it later. Yet her excitement spoke louder and before she knew it a cookie was in her hand with a nice little bite taken from it.  -“Délicieux!”- she declared confidently, -“Merci beaucoup.”- Pressing the card against her chest she held it there in an embrace gentle and tight. 

A gift was always a treat and this one was made just for her. There was no other like it. It fitting he be the one to give it to her. There were no other men in the world that were just like Foley. Jorah dashed around the table and jumped towards Foley in a hug. -“Merci Monsieur Foley! Merci! Merci!”- It was then she noticed the dampness in her cheeks. When had that started? She hadn’t noticed it before? Was it when she took a bite of the sweet? That may be when. How many times would she make this poor man hold her when she cried? Well, at least this time it was when she was truly very happy. 

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

(ಥ_ಥ): finish this: i hate it when… [[gimme salt]]

i hate it when people take this website too seriously. 

/there is shit outside tumblr, move from drama, don't stress over other people. do you and just enough with pettiness over the online world.

[scarsandstripesforever]

🖐 – high fiving them

Valentine was admittedly quite surprised at the action, his double was by no means the most enthusiastic individual, nor was he the type to offer much in the way of praise.“…Ah, thank you, Mr. President…?” his eyes trained onto the identical hand against his own.“What exactly is this for?”