#MAIN. ❱❱ ( v01. )

[circustricks]

— @pupacirci !

" doll , pssst ! doollll , ov'r here ! " he whispers loudly ( and not at all discreetly ) , waving the other over from his hiding place behind one of the tent poles . " c'mon now ! i haven't got all day , y'know ! "

[lausticzt]

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭-𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 . ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @naitfall ⤸ “ tell  me  what  you  want. “ ( I can't resist sending you a meme . . . only if / when laura feels like it! )

How can he say that so calmly, while she struggles to hold his gaze ... a stillness in their serene that captures Laura's breath, any response she could have given hitching in her throat. Suffocating all of it / he's close enough she can feel his warmth, the feeling that she's being towered over by someone shorter then her by proximity alone, his scent completely overpowering her senses ... his eyes.

She's seen them soften, apparent even in his sharp expression, because she watches (...) more then she should. Her gaze always finding their way over to him in most scenarios. In those rare, often gruelling times of the life they lead, the brief glimpses before they revert again because it's easier to pretend ... everyone is out for themselves / all con men, with no true remorse. A witness to it, time and time again, and yet, she never believed it with them. Not him.

Levi is more human then most in every way maybe in the only way she knows. It's why she'd grown to trust him, completely. She strays from time to time, because trust was all so vulnerable. But, she never second guesses his words, doesn't have to watch out for masked lies and deceit, the way her world often disgusted her / the inner walls was a hell, where most idolised the stage play of wealth and professed perfection.

In a way, he embodied what she'd loved about the world beyond that. Raw in it's form, nothing to hide from ... in flaws, and the hardship of it's harrowing truth, was undoubtedly real. Normal in it's abnormality, to find true understanding and kinship within their world. Nothing to hold back on, nothing left to conceal. That was freeing.

Suffocating and not once did she feel she was drowning. Awkward as eyes shift, attempting to keep a steady gaze while her body runs hot. There's no silencing the pounding in her heart, she feels the growing warmth in her cheeks, burning at her ears, the lightest twitch in her eye.

It's humiliating how flustered she could still get when she's been in more intimate positions before. Laura is overbearingly commanding. It should be the other way around, she wishes to tell herself. But she can't think of anything else right now, aside from him.

And, god, does she need a moment. A hand covers half her face, finally shifting away from him, can't even mutter a curse under her breath at her own ridiculousness it's his fault, she decided. He gave her control. What she wanted.

❝ ... don't say anything. ❞ Until she gathered what dignity she had left to look at him again, to reveal the insanity of indescribable fluster that currently embodied her. A weak threat. She doesn't want him to go anywhere / don't move.

[traightor]

the scene is saccharine sweet - evangeline, unable to keep up with washington's long nights. cheek rests on fur-lined traincar floor, blue eye opening when she hears steel-toed boot on metal. she holds her own tail for comfort. ' . . . good morning, ' she manages, hypervigilant in the dark. ' everyone is to bed, and now you are, too. ' ⭢ @warhaeds

[funkaliicious]

@zenigatakeibu / ♡'d

                     ❝ Well met, iiinspector. ❞

Rarely did Cabanela get a chance to see Zenigata in the flesh. He knew of him, of course -- you'd be hard-pressed to find a member of this force that didn't -- but given the specificity of their current cases, there was very little crossover. And little crossover meant little need for communication or scheduled meetings.

                     ❝ Been a while since we were in the saaame rooom, baby. So tell me: how's it been over in yooour neck of the woods? ❞

[eifnacht]

TAGS POST

⟡   ⬝   ( self. ) ┋ the great detective.

⟡   ⬝   ( aes. ) ┋ dedication to my people.

⟡   ⬝   ( thoughts. ) ┋ a freedom to choose to be better.

⟡   ⬝   ( ooc. ) ┋ sometimes you gotta just say something weird.

⟡   ⬝   ( music. ) ┋ headphones and daydreams.

⟡   ⬝   ( queue. ) ┋ madder than a hatter spinning only faster.

⟡   ⬝   ( about. ) ┋ zeal and dedication; two sides of the same coin.

⟡   ⬝   ( memes. ) ┋ world's end dancehall.

⟡   ⬝   ( asks ) ┋ won't you sit and talk for a while?

⟡   ⬝   ( mun art ) ┋ whisper your love and i'll whisper mine.

⟡   ⬝   ( v01 main ) ┋ forever entangled in a web of misconception.

⟡   ⬝   ( v02 HSR ) ┋ imagined precipice between here and nowhere.

⟡   ⬝   ( v03 fantasy ) ┋ a fine line between ferocity and frenzy.

⟡   ⬝   ( v04 wellspring ) ┋ searching for answers on distant shorelines.

⟡   ⬝   ( v05 pathfinder ) ┋ a world of possibility & probability.

⟡   ⬝   ( self promo ) ┋ love for the writer.

⟡   ⬝   ( promotion ) ┋ love for the audience.

[chthonisti]

tags for verre amoretto.

🕱 🟀 ic.

🕱 🟀 aesthetic.

🕱 🟀 thoughts.

🕱 🟀 visage.

🕱 🟀 v01. do you fear death? ( main )

🕱 🟀 v02. do you feel the cold? ( trigun )

🕱 🟀 v03. do you taste the dark? ( kh )

🕱 🟀 queue.

🕱 🟀 mun art.

🕱 🟀 canon.

🕱 🟀 ooc.

🕱 🟀 asks.

[fairfallcn]

“  it doesn’t always have to be you, you know?  your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.  ”  

more prompts for your feels. -- @rexelectus.

『 ❝ ...I know. ❞ 』 the words left him quietly, Zack offering Noctis a small smile that, while charming, had a lingering sense of sadness dwelling within it. but, just as quickly as it might have appeared, the lingering sadness was washed away. he knew that he really didn't need to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders like he tended to do. but Zack was a creature of habit and he had spent so long carrying so many burdens, some not even his own, that he tended to forget that he had other people he could rely on.

『 ❝ believe it or not... but you aren't the first person to tell me that. ❞ 』 he chuckled softly, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug, 『 ❝ probably won't be the last either. but I don't really mind it. ❞ 』 which was both true and not, 『 ❝ it's better for me to worry about all the bad and stressful stuff. I just wanna see everyone happy. ❞ 』 he reached up and rubbed he back of his neck, 『 ❝ besides... it makes me feel useful. got a lot of making up to do. ❞ 』

[little-lady-kamila]

Let's try this again, shall we?

Time for a tag dump! Kamila (Ribbon) 🎀

[accustiv-archived]

tag drop - verses

[circustricks]

" geez , th' boss has got t' stop namin' people just from lookin' at 'em ! " he huffed loudly , making a huge show of his displeasure . " — wot if he goes an' names someone after somethin' bad , an' then wot !? "

@pupacirci

[lausticzt]

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭-𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 . ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @naitfall ⤸ &. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

THE LINGERING TOUCH OF FILTH was more unsettling then she'd let on. Unwanted contact that she'd still brazen towards, defiant to her own discomfort ; for the rare congress of noble and military gathering would always be a plotted spectacle for all parties involved. She's an amalgamation, stripped from the security of uniform and thrown into the parade that was the insatiable aristocrats -- a way to keep the 'people' on top happy, for the vultures to obtain repour, for the high ranking officers to wrangle their cause ; her standing is with the military, yet she may as well have a target on her back, what a gold mine she must be. She speaks as she must, but no smile could ever grace her lips ... irritation flashing in whatever breaks she could get. Once either side got drunk enough, the leeches would latch. A game of words, a ploy for everyone who delved into conversation. Schemes, lies, the arrogance of those with power.

After awhile their would only be two left, those of high standing and the military police. The rest had more sense not to overstay their welcome ; it was often made known. Departing before it turned into nothing more then festivities for the rich. Intoxicated by luxury, the glamorous showcase, and oh, the dancing ; that she was well accustomed too. It seemed to come up early in the night this time, less opportunity to get away.

The graceful and precise movements Laura prided herself on was not to entice that lacklustre display. IT'S A DISGRACE TO TALENT. With each touch, every invitation, her mind traverses elsewhere. She is not soft, her movements never to be led carelessly ... in entwinement is truth, and that truth had always led her to one thing ; fight. For every turn, each step, she can recall those fleeting moments of wind in her hair, the refined hold on blades that couldn't cut without intricate momentum, the twists and detailed fluctuation of how she chose to strike. By the time she is finished, she'd taken complete control, returned to noiseless chatter and a disoriented partner.

She feels nothing for these events ; a hollow feeling comes with it. She'd excused herself ( rather, Nile questions her departure to be met with a passing response ) having reached her limit long ago. It happened to be more lively then the last for it to already get to this point. It must be ... because upon leaving the bustling environment, she'd spot him. The night seems quieter out here, almost deafening in comparison. The air, at least, is less suffocating.

“ Why is it I always find you away from where you're supposed to be. ” She doesn't attempt to put spite into her words, they are simply said ; like they always are. Attempts to appear hostile are lacklustre and void. In truth, the events of the night had been unpleasant. She felt ... unpleasant. THE NEED TO BITE WHEN SHE LACKED THE TEETH FOR IT. Brows furrow against her tired expression, gaze focused ( scarcely ) elsewhere. Even if he wanted her to leave, she wouldn't. She can't admit it, but his company alone is refreshing. In every way she can't stand, and in every way she finds genuine and unnervingly comfortable.

She's quiet for some time after. Laura hated it. The unease of what she was feeling, the disgust of having anyone of them near her ; but, more then any of that, it all was numb ... pride shambles, the obscurity of that moments downfall was still raw and confusing, but it's not unknown to her.

“ Levi. ”

Dubious to even her own rational, yet it feels clear when she finally breaks away from her head. A kindling feeling ; she doesn't need to look at him to feel his presence in entirety, for when she finally straightens up and looks towards him, it feels her eyes had never looked away.

“ Dance with me. ”

A demanding stance, with a still firmness and intruding gaze, even when she understands the obscurity of her 'request'. It comes out of nowhere for her as well. “ I don't need you to know how. I doubt you know the steps for it. ” Albeit almost challenging in her abrupt commentary, she still holds a hand out to him. It's not a suggestion. Nor can she help the slightest waver in her eyes as she studies him.

SHE NEEDS THIS If it's by her choice, for it to be her hand reaching out ... a part of her wants it to feel different, needs to know it can. It's the idea of it being him that had overshadowed the unrest in her very core. It's intimate, more then any of them could gather ; deeper. She wants her hands cleaned, her heart to sing even for a single moment. It's not for anyone else to taint. For a time it had been hers. A lone dance in the darkest hours of night, a bloody battlefield, a connection she still had with what was gone. So, she needs it, and the truth of it all was there was no one else but him she'd be willing. That she would every inquire elsewhere. “ This is a gathering, it's often a custom with aristocrats. You have enough form, I know that. I know you won't step on my feet either. That's enough. So, you don't have any excuse. ”

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

She pulls a face, unable to suppress the offence she takes ; and still it's not off-putting in the slightest. Even if she scowls ( pouts ) for a brief moment, and had she been the type she may have rolled her eyes. Instead, they remain firmly ahead. Laura didn't think he'd actually agree, too stubborn to have backed down after demanding it of him, and it throws her heart off a beat.

“ I'll consider it. ”

[traightor]

@warhaeds : ' do you remember anything, at all? ' ( random dialogue prompts : accepting. )

she sits there, in that padded chair. they don't have their cutter come look at her; mama says she's not close enough to death to be treated, and the peacekeepers stitched her up well enough to keep all the insides on the inside and all the outsides on the outside. they couldn't have her looking injured, now could they? they would do whatever it took to uphold the peace.

what does she remember? surely, there is something, something -- anything at all that would help general washington with their plight. she chews her lip while one of the warheads looks out the window of the safehouse. evangeline st. claire isn't supposed to be here, this she knows, and this she knows more when she returns home. the peacekeepers look down on the others, sneer at them and the way they solve things. her lip trembles at the idea that her father has chosen the peace over his daughter.

' there was this crate, ' she begins, and her throat tightens at the memory. being tossed around in that box, too small for her human state and microscopic for her feral one, as if they knew that she would be too composed than to try to escape by way of brute force. her legs still hurt from the position she sat in, and she pulls them in closer, making herself smaller, looking towards the light: she's afraid of the dark, and all the things they did to her in that cold, wretched darkness. ' um... and there was one man who kept giving the orders. jean-pierre, i think... i only saw his face once. he's a fox shifter. something like that. '

[funkaliicious]

tags.

#⌜answered⌟#⌜in character⌟#⌜out of character⌟#⌜musings & aesthetics⌟#⌜muse relevant imagery⌟#⌜inbox memes⌟#⌜v01; main verse⌟#⌜v02; timeline switch⌟#⌜v03; pokemon au⌟#⌜major headcanon⌟#⌜minor headcanon⌟#⌜saved⌟#⌜dash commentaries⌟#⌜dash games⌟#⌜promotions⌟#⌜self promotions⌟

[tiny-lass-kamii]

Tag dump !

🎀 Kamila (Ribbon) IC

[dcviltriggcr]

[ TRAINING ]

pinned against a wall. -- @santo-sussurratore. || [ TRAINING ]: during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.

Nero had been trying to expand his fighting arsenal by working on his hand-to-hand combat. he was so used to fighting with Red Queen and Blue Rose and even the Devil Breakers that his physical prowess needed some work. and this was extremely evident by the way he was pushed off-balance, stumbling long enough for his current sparring partner to end up pinning him back against the nearby wall behind him.

he grunted softly, letting out a barely audible 'oof' as his back met solid wall and took a moment or two to catch his breath before he brought his attention up, his gaze on the other's face, mouth curving into the faintest hints of a smirk. 『 ❝ well... something tells me this isn't gonna be the last time I end up like this. not that I mind all that much. ❞ 』 he chuckled in amusement, clearly just being cheeky for the sake of it, 『 ❝ just wait until I manage to knock you on your ass though. it'll be so worth it. ❞ 』

[magiichour]

“I guess I was just busy keeping them all alive.“

the croods. -- @poeticphoenix.

the words broke the blond from his thoughts, attention lifting from where he'd been staring at the ground to regard the older male carefully. a brow rose curiously as he went over the man's words in his head. he could kind of understand what he was saying. maybe not in the same aspect, but he could relate to the words enough. 『 ❝ do you miss the people that you lost? do you ever wish you could just forget about them? or about the pain you went through? ❞ 』 Roxas had a lot of stuff he wished he could forget. his time in the Organization being one of them. he went through so much pain and suffering there and no matter what he did, he could never forget it.

『 ❝ there's a lot I wish I could forget. I mean, things are a little better now, sure, but it still haunts me. gives me nightmares. I hide it from my friends though. they have better things to worry about then me. ❞ 』 he sighed deeply, almost resigned, 『 ❝ I've been doing fine dealing with it myself anyway. ❞ 』