#Shadowqueue

[fightingthetides]

Roberto nodded his head, “when you get older, sometimes you find that sleeping in becomes harder because you can’t fall back asleep.” So the only option is to stay awake and get your day started. It may be why you see a lot of elderly up early in the mornings, because there is no point to them attempting to fall asleep again. As for him, he did have a small business to run, so he had to get up early- not that he minded. “Ravein always rises pretty early as a force of habit.” When you live off the land, you wake early when the sun rises, and you sleep when the sun sets. Though, the work of an assassin did change that, he still had the habit of waking when the sun rose.

Ravein scrunches his nose quite like a bunny would at her comment. He points to his nose as if to say that he may not like coffee very much, but he enjoyed the smell of it. There were people out there who didn’t like the taste of coffee but loved the smell of it, and he happened to be one of such people.

The blend of tea specifically made for Ravein did have some chamomile in it, amongst some other herbs that were calming, or provided a lovely scent that he could enjoy. “You’re correct, there is some chamomile in there. Sometimes I’ll add in some lavender if it’s nighttime to aid with his sleeping.” It wasn’t very night, but there were some nights where Ravein would wake up in a cold sweat because he had some night terrors that haunted him throughout the night. It was the small things that he could do to try to provide some kind of support for his family.

“Black coffee is a lovely way of appreciating the taste of the coffee itself. The better quality the beans and the equipment, the richer and smoother the flavor. A true delight.” Roberto also enjoyed his coffee black, but he may on occasion add something else—usually when the coffee quality wasn’t great, so he’d add cream or something else to help aid the flavor profile.

The older man had to attend to his café again and Roberto left Nunnally in the hands of the silent Ravein. He remained in his seat until Nunnally said something. He knew where everything was in the kitchen, so he got up from his seat and walked over to the countertop on the other side of the room to motion to the grinder and in the corner where all the coffee beans were. There were a wide variety of light roasts to dark roasts, and he picked out one of the dark roast coffees that he knew Roberto preferred.

As for the spices… he pointed to a rack hanging on the wall full of various spices. They were useful to making special coffee or tea blends, but also for cooking. A very multi-purpose rack of spices. Roberto enjoyed both sweet things and bitter things, but Roberto did seem to enjoy bitter flavors more.

[Bitter]

A favorite mug or tea cup, was it? He walked over to a cupboard and pulled down a ceramic mug that had a bunny on it. He pulled down another plain dark forest green mug that was Roberto’s personal mug.

The suggestion of getting herself her own special mug to store here, Ravein nodded his head pretty enthusiastically. It would mean that she would be visiting quite often and it felt like a friendly gesture to have something you own left behind at a place you trusted. He knew that Roberto wouldn’t mind it. There was plenty of space, so what was the harm of adding another mug to the collection?

Being there. Chatting with them. It all gave Nunnally such a family-like vibes; the feeling of the family she had never had, but always wanted to have. One that laughed together and chatted together in the lazy mornings in the kitchen. Even when she thought her father was just a trustworthy businessman, Nunnally had always felt she was missing something. And after it all had happened, she started to miss it more and more, and denying these needs more and more as well.

“I used to sleep long when…when I was younger.” – she commented – “Now I am up quite early.” – and although that was an honest statement, Nunnally didn’t feel like adding that she also went to bed late. Slumber and dreams, as much as they were her escape, they weren’t something that brought her peace. Not nightmares as well. Nightmares were rare. So, it needed to be something in between. Though it still made her tired in the morning.

She chuckled when Roberto mentioned that Ravein was up as soon as the fresh scent of coffee was filling the air of this house: --

“I thought you were not a coffee person…” – Nunnally remarked jokingly. Now her eyes were not clouded anymore, and were showing much more internal happiness. As much as Nunnally tried (and often succeeded?) in changing her way of thinking to better accommodate Ravein’s needs (and the consequences of his past), this time she didn’t link it with his awareness of the changing environment. It was more like she liked coffee herself, and would assume she could be woken up in the same way. 

“Yes, Ravein…” – she smiled to the ex-assassin – “Let me prefer some tea for you…” – she walked to the counter that Roberto pointed to her, opened the can, and smelled the blend that Ravein seemed to like. It was a nice combination, and despite being first and foremost a coffee person, Nunnally did not enjoy some good tea – “It seems that there is some chamomile in it?” – she asked looking first at Roberto, and then turning her head to face Ravein.

“Oh, I am a boring person when it comes to coffee…” – she attempted to joke again – “Black. No milk nor sugar. I just like…good blend I suppose.”

“Tough I can prepare more than that…” – she started but that ‘ding’ interrupted her thought and a sentence; Roberto went away to attend to the customer, and Nunnally was left with Ravein alone.

“Well, then. Let’s prepare something more complicated for Roberto then. Something with cardamom…” – she looked at Ravein to provide some guidance to her – “Or perhaps I should be more adventurous…” – she was asking, trying to find out where Roberto might have kept his spices – “Do you think star anise would be to his liking? But then we would need to have dark roast coffee beans…and a grinder…”

“Does he like more sweet things or rather bitter?” – she asked. Making coffee was fun. She had always liked it – “Do you have a favourite tea cup…or mug, Rav?” – she asked – “Is there his somewhere…”

Surprisingly for herself, Nunnally felt pretty comfortable in this kitchen. Like opening and closing the drawers and cabinets came quite naturally for her. As if she was not only a l l o w e d to do it, but also e x p e c t e d to act like that. Suddenly, she stopped with an unexpected thought: --

“Perhaps I should get myself a very special mug for here…” – she laughed happily; it was a nice foolish thought, but Nunnally liked it. She wasn’t sure why, but she did.

[fightingthetides]

🎁 +a dried press flower wrapped with a silken pink ribbon within a small, transparent trinket. With it was a note: “ The first flower given to me from you and in turn,I place my ribbon to symbolize my returning affection. Both of these combined represent us and I hope keeps you warm on those days when we are apart. Be safe my beloved and return soon.” -Elena to Daemon

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| @lalucedivongola

Daemon had returned to a dark room and noticed something off about the room. There was something extra in the room that wasn’t there prior to him leaving earlier that morning. For Vongola business reasons, Daemon had been travelling, away from home base. It had been time since he’d last seen everyone.

In retrospect, not much time had passed, but even an hour spent away from Elena when it did not have to be so, was hauntingly long. His eyes already accustomed to darkness, he easily traversed the dark room to notice what was placed atop the desk.

With moonlight illuminating his face subtly, he smiles to himself. What a surprise it was to receive this gift from his beloved, just when he was thinking about how painful it was to be separated from her. This could help him hold on for some more time.

The big question was how she had this delivered to him. Who had a hand in this surprise?

[scytheforhire]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUZvOsmYPdM)

(I’d technically just need to post the audio since it’s instrumental but there was no way to.... I highly suggest listening to the end since the piece has like 3 vast, unexpected mood changes XD and they all fit Yun so well  [the whole chaotic mix, too] )

[amisitumbra]

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better.

Tagged by: @phantomsteed and @twilitusurper both tagged me in this.

Relationship Status: Single and gave up looking. #4everalone

Favorite Color: Black, scarlet and all kinds of purple.

Pets: A dog. His name is Jun.

Wake-Up Time: Between 8:30 and 9:00 am.

Cats or Dogs: Dogs. Definitely dogs.

Coke or Pepsi: Coke. 

Text or Call: Text.

Chapstick or Lipstick: I usually don’t wear any of that. Only when I cosplay I wear lipstick.

Last song I listened to: Kocchi Muite Baby by Hatsune Miku. I’m a big Vocaloid fan, okay? <<

[[Ehhh I don’t know enough people here to go tagging people...]]

[fightingthetides]

[水]

“Mmm, I can play all sorts of sports, I’m very athletic. I’ve played volleyball, I’m good at basketball, I’ve tried track and field… I was on the swim team years ago, but I mostly focus on American Football now. Rugby is a close alternative if American football isn’t available.”

He could play multiple sports if he wanted to, but he focused on American Football, usually. The other sports may be for on his down time.

“I’m not on any team yet, but I’ll see what teams are recruiting and see where I go from there~”

As always, he was always pretty chaotic and my pace. Honestly? He doesn’t even remember why he made it here to Vancouver, but more than likely Hiruma was involved with that one and Mizumachi was so ‘my pace,’ he went with it. If there wasn’t an American Football team here that he could try out for, he could probably find something else to do to ensure he kept in shape.

“Mhaa! Yeah? It’s always great to have someone cheering for ya! Thanks!”

Excited, he takes her hands and starts shaking them. He was very sociable and he didn’t have a good sense for personal space. With how contact heavy American Football was… he was all too used to being in contact with others.

    "'All the sports stuff', you say? I know hockey is pretty big here, but it sounds like you play more than one... so can I ask which ones? And are you currently on any teams?" Vivian would soon question out of genuine curiosity. Truth be told, she did get the impression Mizumachi was athletic, but the fact he played more than one sport was certainly news to her; in fact, it seemed she had clearly underestimated how much of a jock he truly was.

    Regardless, she's glad he seems to be liking Vancouver so far despite it being quite a long ways off from Japan. Why, for someone who wasn't born here, he seriously was brimming with much optimism and positive energy.

    "Of course... provided it doesn't conflict with my schedule, I might be able to attend a few games," Vivian then idly muses. Sure, she may find sport games very boring to watch in real life, to the point where she only ever experienced a match from beginning to end through Prince of Tennis, Kuroko's Basketball, and Haikyuu, but if a friend happened to be an athlete, she supposes she would try her best to cheer them on; after all, it was the least she could do, right? Knowing her, though, she may or may not end up falling asleep during a game.

[evenshadowshavestories]

What am I going to do with my life? It’s easier not to think.

Me, senior year

[ask-the-shadow-pokemon]

Vris Terrified

"Explaining ‘Reverse Mode’. The shadow pokemon in question, with little to no access to the frontal lobe, which controls planning and problem solving as well as emotions and reason can very easily feel threatened or in grave peril at any moment. The body immediately goes into an adrenaline-induced rampage in response, until somehow calmed down. In later stages of the purification process, the shadow pokemon, feeling unfamiliar with the emotions its recovering may act similarly."

-Dr. Curtus

Message me a character and an emotion and I will draw it.

[fightingthetides]

"i didn’t think this would have such a great impact on me, but it does."

I take it that this is from my other blog, and is for Ravein [x] ||Accepting|| @lured-into-wonderland

It was Ravein's turn to find a place to show to Nunnally that wasn't too far from her home so that she could be escorted back home within a reasonable hour.

It didn't take very long to get there, and when they arrived, he had doubts about whether or not the location he chose was an appropriate one or not, but her comment was a relief.

The view was beautiful and it was one that he found recently that was soothing to watch over some nights when he wanted to be alone and get lost in his own thoughts.

[fightingthetides]

Ding ding!

Cold eyes lifted from the glass the ex-assassin was polishing to see who his new customer was. They’d had an altercation in the past, but they’d since put all that behind them. Ravein understood that ‘Pino,’ even with his baby face... was old enough to consume alcohol. The younger male was able to hold his liquor well, surprisingly enough. 

He flipped through some pages in his notebook he always carried with him, stopping at a page in particular. 

[Gin?]

That was what ‘Pino’ had ordered last. Of course, he was well aware of the affiliations the other had, but they’d never clashed-- all because his targets weren’t in line with who the ‘Scudo Fulmine’ Famiglia struck deals with. 

[scytheforhire]

50, 46, 30, 14

Uncommon OC questions - accepting

14. Happy birthday! What kind of present would your OC want?

Starting with this because I think I once wrote something about this somewhere - The answer is rather discouraging though. Actually, he wouldn’t be too excited about it, in fact, there’s really nothing he would want? He does care little about his own birthday and he’s not very materialistic in general (surprisingly enough). So it’s best you either gift him something practical he can use in his job, he does kind of like weapons after all- or maybe a new set of clothes, he constantly destroys his somehow. OR something you put a lot of thought into, especially if you happen to be dear to him. Let’s say for example, even if it’s just a pretty little stone you found on the beach, this idiot would probably treasure it to the end of time (but most likely not tell you about it until you find it in his room)

30. What is your OC’s favorite drink?

Going to divide this into non-alcoholic and alcoholic beverages. As for ‘normal’ drinks, he really likes yasmine tea. It’s a rather nostalgic thing since it reminds him of his childhood and family, the only kind of soft spot he allows himself. (During his times in Japan, he also came to like several kinds of green tea and actual tea ceremony). When it comes to alcohol, he’s not a specalist of any sort but he does enjoy Gin Tonic a lot. Mostly beause it’s strong enough, simple, you get it almost everywhere and doesn’t look too dolled up (and totally not because the chinin in the tonic water makes it glow a delightful eerie blue-white under blacklight).

46. A word that your OC can’t stand?

Oh this one is actually kind of difficult…. Mh, if it is just about the word, then - for example - ‘Massachusetts’ … because he can’t pronounce it for the hell of it. Probably not even correctly write it but he does not care. But words like these annoy him. If it is about the meaning, then words like ‘captivity’  or ‘torture’  of course ring unpleasant bells.

50. What is your OC’s happy place?

Uhm… uhm…actually… He has none. Not anymore at least. There is no place anymore he calls ‘home’ and means it. Most of the time he is either homeless and on journey throughout the land, or has rented small apartments here and there, frequently changing his whereabouts. Staying one or two years in the same place, at the most. He does get rest and can relax in those places, even feeling at ease while playing video games or anything - but since some supernatural creature even found him there, just straigt off porting into his livng room out of the blue, this also has kind of lost its safety aspect for him, merely fueling his paranoia. Now that I think about it this is actually really sad D:

[evenshadowshavestories]

_Numb_ My Emotions are dulled Mellowed laughter, mellowed tears The only thing that’s bold Is the emptiness, I fear My big emotion’s “meh” I want to just curl up and dream But I can’t, and life is “bleh” I live without extremes Living solely in my mind At least that’s how it seems My emotions are half-blind My thoughts are numbed in streams Sometimes I laugh Yet I’m still dead inside Slightly amused But true feelings have died I escape by reading books Or Electronics, so I don’t think I ignore myself inside My mind is ice in a rink An empty rink with bumpy ice Easier to avoid than go in alone and fall Parallel rinks full of people together But I just sit against this wall None will come invite me And I won’t bother them So I’ll sit here as a lonely Though I’d love to here “hey [nickname]”

Depressed poetry from senior year. Also, I have a thing for making up and expanding metaphors as I go.

If you’re feeling similarly to the feelings described here, please talk to me, or anyone, about it. My inbox is always open.

THINGS GET BETTER.

[evenshadowshavestories]

Sleep is like a bus. Sometimes you miss it and it won’t come back for a long time. Then you’re mad at yourself for missing the bus.

Written at night, I was probably tired but couldn’t sleep. Hence the poem-but-not-really-a-poem thing. Probably senior year but might have been junior year.

[evenshadowshavestories]

The wind howls and frightens It keens and calls outside It rushes at my window Then taps and bumps and sighs

Me, senior year probably

[evenshadowshavestories]

I climb into bed Now my toes are chilled My body warms up My thoughts have been tilled It's a calmer me Who lies down to rest The chill told my body Not to jest So now I drift Troubles out of mind Just simple thought and sleep Sleep, it's so kind

A poem I wrote after climbing back into bed. Going on the roof and looking at stars, it's always calming for me. It helps center me, and I always feel peaceful afterwards. And the chilled air makes it easier to fall asleep afterwards.

[evenshadowshavestories]

Sitting on the roof, looking at stars I am not insignificant Even a shadow holds a story Every puzzle has a hint - I am but a shadow Easy to see in the light But only when one looks for me Else I’m not an unusual sight Hidden most when the sun’s above Or when all the world is dark In the morn or eve you’ll see me most Thought I never leave any mark

Sometimes I go on the roof at night, and sometimes I write poems. The first parts were more symbolic of myself as being a shadow, the last stanza(?) was more of a riddle about shadows in general.

[evenshadowshavestories]

Sometimes I'm so lonely I don't know what to do If anyone asks, then sure, I'm fine Maybe a fake smile, hiding the signs And sometimes the loneliness will dissipate for a bit When I get that smile, see that guy, my heart might flit. But nighttime is when it all comes back The loneliness returns