#anxosreto

[calamitouscyan]

There's just a handful of bloody, black feathers on the ground, in the woods. The blood was dry; they have been there for a while, then. What could have left such long, large plumage? It was too big for an ordinary bird, anyway.

　No...

　A nightmare. In search for his beloved, all he’d found was a nightmare, covered in feathers of black and a dried substance (one he refused to admit was probably blood). He hadn’t even bothered to theorize about bird feathers when his mind dived directly onto the thought of his angel being harmed, her wings being taken off of her again, her delicate skin being tainted with the violence of manhandling....

　His angel being killed. And all being his fault.

　❝ ...You can’t be serious. Y-You can’t be serious, you gotta be shittin’ me--❞

　His blood ran cold as he repeated mumbles to himself, entering a state of sheer panic with the thought of losing one of his most important, again. All because he had to abandon her for a while--how much time had he been absent? How much time had she been absent? He felt a shaking chill run up his spine, sweat covering his skin and hands trembling in utter fear.

　...Fear?

　No. The cold pressure on his veins became boiling hot, as his anger resurfaced in the shape of a knuckle-whitening fist. He was irate indeed; with father, with the people who’d dared to take her away in his absence, with himself even for leaving her. Cold cyan became a frozen, burning hell, radiating with frustration and what was definitely bloody murder. 

 　His eye followed the trail of dried blood and feathers; with a clenching of his teeth and a rabid hiss, he swiftly began following the path, regardless if it would truly get him to where she was or not; it was a clue at least. A weapon? He didn’t need it, not for this once.

[fxtelism-moved]

@wearyxsouls // @maidofhopeandstarlight // @universalskyworld // @eternity-hero // @isleomuses // @shotagiveyoupain // @anxosreto

Aw, you guys, you’re honestly too much for me sometimes! Bless you all!~ ;v;

[iceclad-blog]

@anxosreto replied 

“Nothing is wrong, silly! I just wanted a hug! I like hugs…” The angel purred softly, nuzzling into his chest like a kitten as her wings fluttered in contentment. She loved affection.

¦ ▽ ¦      ❝ ...all right then. ❞

he was obviously a bit uncomfortable with such affectionate contact, but he didn’t try to push her away. it was a nice feeling, even if it still was odd to him. his hold on of her became a bit tighter as he rested his chin atop her head. she seemed so happy to just be getting a hug... eventually, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax a bit into the hug.

[sunset-wings]

"Pssst. Uncle Zelos. I just wanted to let you know that I ate all of the chocolate." Again. But what could she say? She loved her chocolate. And /not/ eating it was never an option.

He still had an oddly unsettled feeling whenever she called him ‘uncle’ but he was getting a little more used to it. The announcement wasn’t a huge surprise though.

“You shouldn’t eat too many in one sitting” he chuckled, but even as he said that he was passing her the most recently delivered box. It wasn’t like he ever ate the stuff. At least with her around it didn’t just get chucked in the waste bin any more.

[magicallyborn-blog]

“How are you? Honestly. Don’t give me the usual crap.” (bc sister bonding gives me life)

check on the lonely birb || @anxosreto

¦ ✧ ¦          ❝ ...ya wan’ honesty? ❞

the phoenix’s fake smile slowly fell, going back to the blank expression she so often wore. she didn’t want to tell Mimi, not in the slightest. but... they had known each other long enough. they were sisters in all but blood. she just didn’t want to bring down the goddess anymore. they had already been through enough. but... if she wanted to hear, Breeze would be happy to get some of that despair off of her chest. 

                ❝ Mimi... i haven’ been okay in years. i don’ know wha�� ta do anymore than push people ��way so i don’ keep breakin’ ‘part jus’ when i pu’ myself back tagether ‘gain. i don’ know wha’ ta do anymore... ❞

her dull eyes stared at nothing, though her arm raised up to rub away the set tears that had started to trail down her face. for fucks sack, she was too old to be crying over something as silly as this. maybe it would have been better to just keep pretending that everything was okay... no taking it back now.

[ryusxnka]

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ I love the way you construct sentences, the way you write out responses that allow us a view into Toshiro's mind and heart, the way you can get something out in a way that I can actually /hear/ it in his voice and /see/ it play out. I love how sincere of a person you are and how you're so nice and kind and willing to give feedback and are just!!! so!!!!! honestly enthusiastic about your muse???? I wish people loved their muses as much as you love Toshi tbh. It's infectious. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

[azuliic]

Cue the angel hugging the boy tightly before giving a loud smooch against his cheek. He was so precious and she missed him so much! "How's my favorite robot child doing today, hm? Mama Mimi missed you~!! ♥"

          It didn’t take long before the Light bot sprung up - optics practically beaming when her warmth wrapped around him. Rock watched as he cooed at her feather and one of his more silent responses involved the spinning of his gears. Despite the word silent being used to described it, it wasn’t entirely correct. If one would listen careful they could make out the ‘whirring sound’.

          “Ahh !! I missed you too, I missed you too !!”

[darkchose]

@anxosreto replied to your post “@dcssincr replied to your post{{m e. i always feel dead inside when i...”

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OutOfClaws. Heh. Y’know, a friend of mine also uses one of those but---good lord---I’ve been so lazy to even look it up ? It’s stupid. But,, merci !! You’re the second person to note me about this so I’ll give it a GO. 

[kodomokira-blog]

Foster bc birb mom wants ALL of the children tbh

¦ ✂ ¦  SHE NEVER WANTED to go back. she always felt better living on her own. it might not have been the easiest, but at least she didn’t have to worry about the lies and stares. she could talk to whoever she wanted, whether they were alive or dead.

if only she had been more careful.

it had been desperation. if it wasn’t for how hungry she had been, she would not have risked going out during that time of day. but hunger had gotten the better of her and had had gone to the store to get something to eat. an officer had stopped her and asked why she wasn’t in school. her usual lies didn’t work, and when she tired to run away, she got cornered.

it didn’t take them long to find out she was a run away orphan. after a lot of questioning, it was decided that she would return to the foster care system, much to her disappointment. whoever became her foster parents would probably be given a file that talked about her. who knew what was in the file; if it was just the minimal, such as health and limited info on her past, or if it involved the trial and it mentioning her seeing ghosts. she didn’t want to know; she didn’t care. she just wanted to be on her own again and away from all the eyes.

 eventually, it seemed they found a foster home for her to go to and she would at least be free of the group home they had placed her in while she had waited. there wasn’t a lot for her to pack up - only a change of clothes, pajama’s, and a stuffed black cat toy that meant the world to her. 

once it was all packed in her satchel and slung across her shoulder, she was lead to the front of the building where she knew she would meet her foster family. surprisingly, she only saw a single person there; a lady with oddly colored hair and a bright smile.

Sachiko refused to look into her eyes, preferring to keep her own maroon ones on the floor, lips showing neither a smile nor frown. her hands fussed nervously with the strap of her bag. she just wanted this to be done and over with.

the women that lead her to the entrance finally spoke up. ❝ Mimi, this is Sachiko. Sachiko, this is Mimi. she’ll be your guardian from now on. ❞

all Sachiko offered the lavender haired woman - her new guardian - was a small bow of her head in greeting.

@anxosreto || sent “foster” to take Sachiko under her wing~

[photondebugger]

anxosreto replied to your post: Add too many belts and you might get waisted....

“Nerd–”

“Wha-- you think its not enough? I guess my original plan was t’ go full arm...” No. Stop.

[nilisk-vax]

Δ (for Keida and Mimi~)

Δ  - Playing with their Hair

“It my hair really that entertaining to be played with?” he questioned. “Hm... do you think I should grow it out?” Yeah he’s not gonna say he likes this at all, the tsun.

[calamitouscyan]

The angel hopped forward, arms behind her back. She was unusually flustered, squirming a bit in place as she smiles at him. "H-hi, babe!! There was... something I wanted to ask you..." Without explanation, she brought her hands forward. In her grip was a medium sized teddy bear which held a heart that stated, "Be Mine". "Th-there's this human holiday coming up! Valentine's Day. Humans ask others to be their mate for the day and exchange gifts and chocolates and stuff. S-so, would you be mine?"

　He’d noticed the strangeness of her behavior upon her approach–not unwelcome of course, for it was similar to the way she was in the past around him, before they got together; flustered, shy… utterly, so adorable. It produced a little painted blush of his own… reverting him back to the way she made him feel that time, too. It was as if they were mutually sharing a memory of years before, when they barely meeting, barely falling for each other.

　His eyes fell on the teddy bear she held for him. “Be Mine”, his cheeks heated up a bit more, even though a ting of confusion still remained in the meaning of this gift.

　…Valentine’s Day? Yes, he knew of that day. Not exactly like she described it, but he knew it was a day for lovers and for gifts meant for special someones—what she’d referred as “mates”, indeed.

　　❝ …Be yours? As in… your Valentine?❞  His confusion vanished to give place for a bright, wide smile of his own. It didn’t take much from her to convince him of this. They weren’t dating for nothing, right?

　　❝ I’ve always been yours, silly! Ya don’t need to ask me that, right? Wait–❞ He paused, head tilting to the side as he brought a hand up to rub his chin, thoughtfully. ❝ …Does this mean if you gimme chocolate, I don’t gotta wait for white day to give ya something in return? I’m okay with it then!!❞  He didn’t dislike the concept of being able to also give her something for Valentine’s, by any means.

[fxtelism-moved]

“Relax. I’m trying to help.” (maybe Cassia healing one of Vic's injuries?)

Sparring/Training Sentence Starter

@anxosreto

Despite he gave the punk a beatdown that he would never forget, it left Vic with a noticeable wound around his shoulder. There was a part of him that he was frustrated at himself, allowing to even let this happen. 

Soon feeling the smooth light that soften the pain by Cassia’s magic, he did appreciated the gesture, but when it came with dignity, that was another story. “Thanks, Cassia.” The male simply said, looking away. 

[iceclad-blog]

🤗 GIVE HER HUGS WILL

Send 🤗 to hug my muse || @anxosreto

¦ ▽ ¦       ❝ ...Mimi? ❞

he was a bit confused. usually, others didn’t just go up and hug him. but Mimi was a bit different then those he had dealt with in the past. still... it was odd receiving a hug from someone. his arms rested gently around her, trying to offer whatever comfort he could to the angel. eventually, he spoke up.

             ❝ i do hope nothing is wrong. if something has happened or you are upset about something, i would be more than willing to help. ❞

[sunset-wings]

anxosreto replied to your post: "Pssst. Uncle Zelos. I just wanted to let you know...

“But I like them!!” She replied while already tearing open the next box. Besides, she wasn’t human. It wasn’t like she could get sick from eating too much - or at least, not very. She hummed, stuffing more into her mouth with glee. “Don’t like chocolate?” Her mouth was fully and the words were muffled when she asked him.

He laughed again, shaking his head.

“I’m not a huge fan” he admitted. “I don’t generally go out of my way for anything particularly sweet.” He tended to opt for fruit as a dessert, especially melon. “But somehow people have got the notion that it wins them points to send me chocolate.”

[magicallyborn-blog]

@anxosreto replied 

{ I cry Mimi is hissing saying that would never happen LMAO pls. yeah she’d try to but she… can’t………… die……… so…………………………… } { SHE WOULD BE DEPRESSED AF BUT LIKE. she can’t actually die. it’s nearly impossible for her to (there is a way, but she won’t ever do it for other reasons), so even if she DID attempt, she’d fail. every. time. }

[ mmmMMMM boy... super sad immortal birds. 

god, imagine Yato disappearing and they both try to help each other, but things keep falling apart so they eventually go their separate ways. then hundreds of years later, they meet up again. ]