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[orangetintedglasses]

@forgivenpunishment // continued from (x)

A rough voice broke the silence, and gently startled the room's other occupant, pulling her attention from the tablet in her hand; Luida lifted her head and near instantly, a cross between relief and excitement filled her eyes. A small smile came across her face, and nimble fingers flew across her haptic screen— letting her other half know that their charge was awake with a short and simple 'he's up!' sent across a private channel —before she set it down and rose to her feet, trying not to seem too eager… or overly-relieved to see him conscious.

She's been informed of his ability to heal before, but still, she can't help but fret.

"Ah, you're awake…! Oh, but don't strain yourself too much yet: your eyes and airways are likely still irritated. You should probably shower the second you feel up to it, it'll help clear some of that away—" she said (rambled, really) as she made her way over towards the water closet to fetch the poor thing a glass of water. She came shuffling out with it before she actually responded to the undertaker's question.

"We're… still looking for him—" the Sinner said, stopping politely with the glass at Wolfwood's beside… though a little closer to the end of it, since she didn't want to invade his space too much when he was just waking up. She continued, shaking her head, "but the storm picked up again as we were getting you inside… if it was bad enough to separate the two of you in the first place, then it'll probably be a little while."

… Luida looked down at the glass, then back up to the prone form of the young man in front of her. With two shuffling steps, she came closer, and offered out the glass.

"How are you feeling, Nicholas?"

[mxthbladed]

@multicoloredspider-andfriends said: 💋 [[ :3c ]] The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

How she'd been convinced to sit down and join for drinks, she couldn't possibly say. And, at first, she'd been a bit stiff and reserved but the longer she sat and the longer they talked, the more comfortable she felt.

Finally, after another drink and some shared laughter, Vaggie reached over and grabbed Angel's chin, dragging him down so she could kiss his cheek. "Thank you for this, Angel. I didn't realize I needed this."

[frost-eyed-autumn]

@starsburned

Stupid fucking bastard.

The long, brisk walk towards Mori's office hadn't done a thing to settle his nerves, every hair on the back of his neck still standing up.

For once, he's tugging his choker off and shoving it into his pocket for safe keeping, the weight of it around his neck not as comfortable as it usually feels. Not after that.

Maybe it's stupid (and he refuses to think of it as tucking tail and running but isn't that exactly what it is?), especially since he's sure the Boss won't have anything short of a disappointed lecture for him right now, but even if that's what waits for him, it's better to have solid ground beneath his feet than whatever this feeling is.

Once he's there, he bee-lines right for the couch looking out at the picture windows, throwing himself down to kick his feet up and just decompress.

[fatumincaelum]

“Am I dead? Oh, sorry. I really thought I was dying. I really did.” 

-Vanitas (hello! forgive me if i'm a bit rusty on my vanitas portrayal)

@not-someones-shadow

@not-someones-shadow

"I-- I kinda thought you were dying too, how..."

He's a little on edge around the other, still a bit off put at the fact that the two of them shared a face. Vanitas was definitely someone he was not expecting to see-- especially not after everything with Xehanort was finally over.

"What are you doing here?"

[nxtahxro]

continued from !!

❝ yeah, and now you kinda gotta learn how to… be a wolf, again. being an alpha is different than what you're used to, man. ❞ stiles has no doubt about the goodness of scott's heart, he never has.

[0rainy0muses0]

@waveobeans asked:

"So, we do have your next mission ready... kinda." Komui was ushering Allen through the halls as he briefed him on the next possible innocence location, talking faster than usual. "We have the location, but getting you in is a different story. It's a big factory, and nobody is allowed in. At all. Nobody even sees workers going in and out, but it's still sending out product all over the world. Even more suspect, is that several people have gone missing after supposedly trying to break in." He was pushing him along faster now, towards the cafeteria. "But! But but but! The owner of said factory is running a contest. Six tickets to tour the factory, and get a reward. We reached out to try and secure a ticket directly, but no luck. He said it would 'ruin the fun'. So. We have to do this the old fashion way." The doors were swung open, and on every table were boxes stacked several high, each with the word "WONKA" on the side. At the tables were many, many finders, busy at work unwrapping chocolate bar after chocolate bar. "The ticket is golden. Hope you like chocolate. Best of luuuuck!"

🞠~☔︎~🞠 Unprompted 🞠~☔︎~🞠 Always Accepting 🞠~☔︎~🞠 Allen Walker

    Being called to Komui's office is nothing unusual, Allen just figures that the man has a mission for him. A quick call for Timcanpy and they're off, only to see him coming out of his office and speeding walking towards Allen. Slightly less usual, but he can roll with it. That is, until Komui starts talking in a fast, almost nervous sounding way while practically pushing him to the cafeteria. Something about this background information is so familiar soundings as well--

    ( He's nine, crowded around with other children and peering into the window of a candy shop; brightly wrapped bars of chocolate on display along with other sweet treats. The money is burning a hole in his pocket and he wants it so bad--but forces himself away from the window to go and buy proper food for himself and Mana. )

    Allen is taken off guard by the high stacks of boxes, all of them bearing the same name that he recognizes from his childhood. Wonka bars, hundreds, possibly thousands of them--all being opened by Finders who aren't currently on a job. Several of them whip their heads around to glare death at Komui, no doubt pissed off that the mindless busy work they've been assigned to.

    "Wait, what?" Allen asks, his brain finally catching up to the here and now. But then Komui is gone with those last few instructions and Allen is left to stare at the space he occupied just seconds before...then sighs and starts looking for a place to sit.

    As it turns out, he doesn't have to look long; waved over by Toma to join him and his small group. "Lord Walker, over here!"

    "Hello, Toma, everyone." Allen introduces himself politely, taking a seat next to his Finder friend and grabbing an unwrapped bar. "How...how long have you all been at it?"

    "We've been doing this for two days." Toma responds with an exasperated sigh. "Working in shifts, looking for this golden ticket. Jeryy's gone on strike, refuses to accept any more chocolate into the pantry."

    That seems like a waste to Allen, who learned to like any food at a young age--lest he not eat at all. "Well, I'm here to help now. I'm sure we'll be able to find one soon." He reassures the others at the table, and unwraps the first bar. It's quickly devoured, a smile on his face as he does so. It's his first time eating a Wonka bar, and they're just as good as everyone says they are.

    The wrapper is added to the growing pile and Allen reaches for another. It's not healthy to fill up on chocolate...but it also can't be that bad, not when it's this high of a quality.

[mugunghwc]

@badheart

Rei stood in front of the mirror, taking in her reflection. Her hair, intricately styled and adorned with delicate kanzashi hairpins, framed her flushed features. The shiromuku kimono she wore was heavy, or perhaps, it were her nerves that kept her feet glued to the ground. Its white silk glowing softly under the room’s warm lighting.

Naomi adjusted the folds of Rei's kimono, ensuring it draped perfectly, her hands moving with the expertise of someone who did this for a living, even on such a special day. Rei's smile was tinged with a hint of guilt, a reminder of her mother's absence. She had chosen not to involve her mother, fearing disapproval of the man she had decided to marry and start a family with.

"I feel I look silly," Rei admitted at last, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. The layers of fabric did help conceal her belly, but the reality of being the centre of attention was finally dawning on her. It wasn't shame or guilt; it was simply the overwhelming thought of all eyes being on them. She reached up, her fingers gingerly touching the headdress, as if tempted to hide her features.

"If I wasn't pregnant, I'd definitely look forward to the sake exchange," she added, an airy laugh escaping her lips in an attempt to ease her nerves with humour. Naomi, ever mellow, pulled out her cellphone and motioned for the others to gather closer. "Let's capture this moment," she said with excitement rising in her voice. "Rei's last moments before becoming a married woman. Who would've thought?"

[whereheartscollide]

"To the guy who invented zero, thanks for nothing."

[orangetintedglasses]

@forgivenpunishment // guess we're camping for the night

Traveling while there were outages was something ill-advised all across the planet. Even moreso when it wasn't just some localized thing-- with nearly an entire quadrant just one big question mark in terms of gang activity, weather patterns and a number of other hazards common to a hellish sand planet, no one knew what was going on and most public broadcasts were pretty heavy-handed in reminding everyone to stay safe, and not travel anywhere outside the influence of Octovern and May, labeling the entire area in-between as a dead zone until further notice.

How the cities themselves managed to get away without a scratch, though, no one was sure. But there was quite an uproar building about leaving the active cities and settlements not within their jurisdictions to the wolves...

Especially at the start of sandstorm season.

Vash was doing his part as passenger by keeping an eye out for trouble where Wolfwood couldn't as they went along their merry way, driving across a massive expanse of nothing but sand and half-ruined structures (which he assumed were old rest stops and brave attempts at making camp, torn down by weather and time), headed towards the first set of coordinates given to them by people in the last town. There, they'd said, they could find a couple of Plants who wouldn't see engineers for quite some time still-- and yeah, it was nearly a three hour drive, but get out there, calm them down and get them working again? That would hasten some of the recovery for people and places at least a hundred iles out. Maybe more, if they were willing to share.

So of course Vash-- ever the altruist --insisted that they give it a shot.

They were getting fairly close when the Plant spotted it: the beginnings of a storm gathering on the horizon. A dark smattering of wind, sand and lightning; not directly in front of them, but coming at them from the side, and coming at them fast. They had maybe half an hour, tops, before it caught up to them; Vash relayed this information to Wolfwood and the pair quickly detoured from their course, seeking out the closest structure that had a ceiling and four(ish) walls before the storm could strand them out in the open.

What they found wasn't... perfect, but it was definitely good enough. An old wooden structure with scuffed-up glass in it's windows, and big double doors still firmly on their hinges that Angelina could fit through to keep her out of the storm, too. It... had clearly had more floors at some point in the past, but the floor between the first and former-second floor was still there to provide them coverage, as well.

It was the best they could do on such short notice; the winds were already howling when they rolled up, and kicked up wisps of sand and dirt up and around their legs as they hurried the three of them inside. A bonafide blessing in the middle of nowhere.

"Yeah, this doesn't look like it has plans to let up any time soon..." Vash said idly, frowning out the window. Flashes of lightning and ominous, rumbling thunder overhead appeared to agree with him as he turned to face his companion, walking back into the center of the room.

"Guess we're sandwiched until further notice. Just glad we got here before it got dark..."

[mxthbladed]

"I need to find a good jeweler..."

[starrymused]

@lannamused

They'd tried everything "by the book" as they possibly could but nothing was happening. Even Makoto's sister said that Haru's situation was difficult because of the legal processes behind it. Takakura had assured Haru that they were working on ending the engagement but it would take time. Time, time, time. Just wait and it'll all get better in time. Why did they always have to hear that? Time didn't solve everything, which was why Ren was making the decision to go ahead with the only plan left to them.

"Haru." He approached her as she worked in her usual spot on the school's rooftop. The plants she so lovingly cared for were in full bloom, the water droplets from her Junes exclusive watering can shining in the late afternoon sun. It only felt right to compliment her on them rather than directly launching right into what he was here for. Ren cared so very deeply for his friends, wanted them to flourish just like these flowers had, and find happiness that they'd been neglected of for too long.

"They look good. Like the sort of flowers you see in Ghibli movies." He'd never seen leaves that green outside of actual florists. If Yusuke was here he'd probably compare them to some artistic shade that he used in his paintings. Ren grabbed the broom that was leaning against the fence and got to work sweeping up some spilled compost.

"Not a lot of progress is being made with this contract you're under. I'm not saying Takakura isn't working hard, I'm sure he is, but there still isn't enough being done." His broom paused as a tiny bug tried to wiggle its way onto the brushes. Leaning down, Ren let it crawl onto his finger so that he could relocate it to one of the flower pots.

"Makoto's sister says there isn't a lot that can be done, at least not for a while." Especially if it involved a political connection. "So, I think the best way to deal with this is have it come from his end." He, of course, was referring to Sugimura. Ren looked up, taking a moment to lean on the broom.

"Futaba searched on the Meta-Nav and found he has a palace. I think we should infiltrate and change his heart. It's the only way I see this ending rather than waiting for something that might happen." And by that time, the opposing lawyers might try to cut deals so that Haru would end up worse off in the end.

"I haven't brought this up to the others yet because you should be the first to know. You don't have to go if you don't want to but I'd like to hear your thoughts." Ren didn't like seeing her so down and unable to achieve her full potential just because of this annoying little leech of a man that thought himself far more important than he was. He had vowed to help each of them as well as those outside their group that needed it, so he found it near enough impossible to wait around any longer.

[rcckiedrill]

@asktheevilgeniusesson asked:

Burning. His face burned so BADLY.

Thats all he’d recalled from the fight, burning agony and writhing on the floor before falling limply still on the road like pathetic roadkill. Covered in blood and tears streaking down his face from his eyes.

That was hours ago by now. The jackal had long since fallen unconscious and frail, unaware that the hawk he’d fought and bantered with for so long had gotten to him before the doctor could even think of finding him among the debris of the end of the battle. That was mostly why he let himself just crumple into the floor in agony, he knew the doctor didnt care enough to save him in the moment. He’d no idea that meant that the rookie would take that as an opportunity to take him from the doctor’s clutches.

He had no clue how long it was.. how long he’d been out for. So when he came to his senses and started feeling the soft comfortable sheets of a bed, he first assumed it to be the hospital bed of the medbay- but- this was too comfortable to be the doctors rickety stiff beds.. where… was he..? His eyes were open but he couldnt see anything, so.. where…?

Slowly, the jackals mouth opens and emits a soft yip, confused as all hell as his voice comes to him. “Mn..ngh…? Master…? Wh..here.. ghhk..” the jackal yipped out quietly, calling out in expectation for the doctor to awnser him instead of anyone else, his body recoils slightly as the burning and pain returns to him, a growly whine leaves him as he tries to reach twords his violently burnt face. “Hur..rts..”

It had been a no-brainer, really. Even being on opposite sides in the battle that had preceded this, the falcon couldn't help but keep a close eye on the jackal, even as he plowed through badniks, clashed against Metal Sonic, and gave backup to forces in the field.

They weren't going to let Infinite lose control again. And they sure as hell weren't going to allow any of the heroes to go too far and... grant the jackal his ultimate wish.

So when he heard an explosion, a few cries of shock, and the agonized SCREAMING of their adversary... Burrow was never going to not do what he did.

Zipping over with his wire shot, seeing Infinite in the state he'd ended up in, seeing others too tangled up in their own battles to help, or too hopelessly selfish to gather the limp body of their own creation, the former rookie would gather the canine in their arms, and take off.

The Restoration would understand. Sonic certainly would. It's not like they didn't keep up with the news. They DID help evacuate HQ when Clean Sweep destroyed it, after all... if the falcon could rehabilitate one enemy... help him escape his circumstances... become who HE wanted to be, instead of just the Doctor's weapon, that would be enough.

So, when the jackal would wake up, in a warmly lit room, complete with a desk filled with a laptop and unending journal entries, walls filled with maps, potted plants, small artifacts that belonged to no living culture, or of Babylonian origin, Burrow would have been in the next room, the scent of something delectable wafting through.

The minute he'd yip in shock and surprise, the soft sound of humming would stop with a small metallic clattering, and the sound of footsteps would approach quickly. And through the open door, a flash of red feathers appeared, just around the door frame, brow furrowed, eyes... strangely soft behind those shades.

" Oh shit... Its okay... easy now, Infinite. You're safe. "

Burrow steps cautiously into the room, but seems relaxed in his hesitation. Its not like it was their safety he was concerned for after all, but Infinite's. They swivel the chair next to the bed around - a chair that was resting at his bedside, but looked like it would be suspiciously at home at the desk on the other side of the room - and sit.

" I... wouldn't touch your face for now, " they advise, pupils darting around the other's face. " You got messed up pretty bad by a stray missile. I'm no medic, but I... couldn't just leave you there bleeding out, y'know...? "

It was honestly a miracle he'd managed to find a doctor willing to do a house call for a known war criminal, but... he had. So they knew Infinite wasn't exactly in mortal danger anymore... just in need of treatment, and recovery.

" Sorry if this is all a bit of a shock to you... "

He's looking away now. Those eyes hadn't changed. But the falcon does notice their face start to warm at their apology to him.

[frost-eyed-autumn]

@memoryextrction sent: he's just going to stifle giggles as he hands him the first present.

but then proceeds to give him a few packs of the nice cigars he has. he did promise more foreign contraband. " I got your actual present at my place but here, take these. just let me know when you're free. "

Oh gods...

They're so delightfully stupid he has a hard time not laughing, and he's not sure what else he should have expected from Shirase. The old sheep motif is almost becoming a bad joke between the lot of them, but its also a gesture of good will towards times past that makes him soften a bit, even if mostly on the inside.

The fact that there's three of them doesn't escape his notice either.

A small blink is given as he takes the cigars, looking them over, and they're not a cheap brand for sure, or very easy to get in-country. He recognizes the name.

"What, there's more?" Amusement colors his tone. "I'm almost afraid to ask what, since you didn't bring it to me with the rest. Anyway, we can go whenever. Unless the world is ending, I doubt the Boss'll be too fussed with where I am today. Don't think I've forgotten something for you either though."

[heterochromatica]

"Whats the point of arm wrestling?"

[normaltothemax]

Die Hard i hope i’m not interrupting anything. [Nightwing @ Max OwO]

Mistakes have been made.

Max absolutely should not be up here. It’d seemed like a great idea at the time—get up on the roof of a tall fucking building to take a beautiful nighttime cityscape. Until she went to get down and remembered, oh yeah, she’s absolutely goddamn terrified of heights.

Fuck her life.

She’s spent the past hour or so trying to work up the nerve to make her way back to solid ground. Apparently, she took too long, as some assholes have decided now’s the perfect time to do some sort of fucking weapons trade, or something, below her. Leaving Max stuck on the roof, sitting as close to the middle as she can (trying not to think about how high up she is), so that she hopefully won’t be seen, if anyone looks up, and won’t somehow manage to fall off, either.

Because she would. That’s just the kind of luck she has.

She jumps about a foot in the air at the sound of a voice appearing behind her out of fucking nowhere, only just managing not to scream. Heart racing even faster than before—Jesus Christ, she almost shit herself, what the fuck—she spins around, eyes wide before they narrow in a glare. “Motherfucker!” she hisses, trying to keep her voice down while throwing a piece of gravel at the masked asshole. “What the fuck, man? Why would you do that? Are you trying to kill me?”

@dramatisperscnae (x)

[0rainy0muses0]

@waveobeans decided to rip my heart out:

His head was swimming.  Not like that was anything new, but still.  Thoughts spun and failed to connect how they should, leaving Mana struggling to keep up.  But he knew what he felt.  His feelings were easier than his memories.

Mana felt trapped.  Something was all around him.  Something that wasn't him, wasn't his.  He needed out.  So he pulled himself out of that unpleasant thing, shaking the last of it off of him and taking a few quick steps away.  Break was shaking as he tried to fill his lungs, biting away the feeling of panic that the thing had given him.

He looked at it on the ground, brows furrowing.  It was… it was…what was it?  He could see it.  It was right there.  But his brain wouldn't let him know it.  The longer he looked, the more it hurt his head.  Like a pushing from inside his skull, one that only wanted out.  

Mana forced his gaze away from the thing, looking around before slowly landing on the figure across from him.  He didn't recognize them at first.  He looked so different.  But then a name slid into his brain, fitting in like the first proper connection in a puzzle.  He mouthed the name, but no sound came out.  So he swallowed hard, trying to force the lump down and wet his tongue.  Why was his mouth so dry?  Why was his heart pounding?  How long was he asleep for?  Where was Nea?  He needed Nea.

“Al…”  A heavy breath.  “Allen?  Where… are we?  You look… different.  What happened?”

Nea had taken over again when the Earl appeared, shoving Allen back into the space of golden fields and wind with that mansion and tree in the background. He'd expected to stay for a while, lost in this memory that doesn't belong to him--but something seemed to upset Nea, and he'd wrested control back with some difficulty. Could swear that the 14th told him to not look, but he doesn't make a habit of listening to his unwanted guest.

A headache throbs in his temples when Allen surfaces, his mind coming into sharp focus once more. The light burns, as if he'd been locked in the dark for a long time--it hadn't been that long, though. He can tell by the lack of destruction around them. He can't waste time in recovering, however; not with such a threat in front of him.

He's lowered his hand in time to see the Earl...splitting apart? What? No, that can't be right. What's going on? Even as Allen dares to rub his eyes, to try and blink the scene away, it doesn't work. The Earl is splitting apart and someone is stepping out.

He could have NEVER prepared himself for the face he was about to see.

It's a trick; logically, it must be a trick. His brain is screaming at him, throwing up excuses and explanations. The Earl's latest trick to hurt him, to make his life miserable. It would be so easy for him to know that face and replicate it. It's a trick, a trap...but his heart is screaming something else entirely. From the depths of his soul, the child within is bawling at seeing his beloved father.

Allen's eyes are burning, the tears rising so easily as he's confronted with the visage of the man he both ruined and killed. The one who had accepted him back when he was an angry little thing who bared his teeth and snarled at the world. Love and acceptance given freely, ignorant to the pain he had caused the older man.

It should be impossible. Allen had woken up to his body cold and breathless, had been at his side with an ugly paper flower twisted together by clumsy hands when the coffin lid was placed on top, had stood by the simple grave marker in tears until that hellish smiling figure had been lured in by his grief.

It cannot be so, and yet it is. This has to be him. The confusion is familiar, achingly so. The warm voice that calls out his bestowed name takes another part of his heart and shatters it. It's him!

"Mana..." Allen's voice is quiet, choked and thin. He inhales, taking a hesitant step forward. "Mana...Mana...M-Mana...!"