#chiaso

[just-absolutely-super]

MMBN/Fullmetal Alchemist crack:

Guts: So do they like each other, guts?

Hub: I'm pretty sure, but they're both so dense about it that they don't realize.

Guts: Oh. Dex says I'm dense, guts.

Hub: Is he your little brother?

Guts: One of them, guts. There's Dex and Chiaso, and I have a big sister too, guts.

Hub: Oh, big family

Guts: Yep! A lot of children to bring pride to the Oyama family, guts!

Hub: I think having a big family would be nice. Me, my brother, Mayl, Granny, and our dad...if he ever comes back

Guts: Hmm? Where is--

Mayl: You need it in a week?

Lan: Yeah, we're kinda in a rush so if it isn't too much trouble...

Mayl: Who do you think you're talking to? Don't insult me...I'll get it done in 3 days *wink

Lan: *blush*

Hub: Hehehe

[arch-partghoul]

@chiaso​’s  isabella     /     ‘ angel! ’

          “     at  least  someone  recognizes  me  for  what  i  am.     ”     it’s  after  a  while  that  xe’s  seeing  her  and  a  playfully  scathing  look  is  shot  back  towards  bandmates  as  xe  approaches  isabella.  grin  is  impossible  to  wipe  off  xer  face  ,  even  if  xe  just  spent  most  of  the  day  in  a  cramped  airplane  seat.  weariness  seems  to  melt  away  when  xe  strides  over  and  pulls  her  into  a  hug  ,  backpack  still  weighing  down  xer  shoulders.     “     god  ,  i  missed  you.  remind  me  to  throw  a  tantrum  until  they  agree  to  let  you  come  with  us  next  time.     ”     xe  pulls  away  but  stays  within  arms  reach  of  her.     “     how’ve  you  been  ,  though     ?     ”

PHANTOM  OF  THE  OPERA     /     ACCEPTING

[phantombs]

It's mesmerizing. It's sculpted, all curves of glimmering stone, and yet, in its intricate cuts of marble, there's a softness that echoes like a ripple to lake. So, so delicate. So, so gossamer! Stunning, he'd say. Cường gapes at this Greek-cut statue, and dusted by the timid spotlight, Isabella's seen. Huh. "She's beautiful," he begins. He turns to her then, and in his voice: wonder, a flavor of compelled "Funny. She reminds me of you."

@chiaso, ♡.

[atinystar]

 @chiaso​ Closed Starter from Hani to Bella

“Having fun?” Hani winked, looking up from her food, as her and her girlfriend were having a dinner out to celebrate Bella’s return. “I can really eat well and not worry about a thing, I’ll make sure you won’t get fat after this, as I want to make up for the lost time without you, you know?” The female murmured, not wanting anyone to mind their private business while at the restaurant and grinned while observing the other female’s reaction to her words. “By the way, now that we have the time to talk -- How was the trip? Too tiring?” She questioned wanting to know about what the latter had to do for her work and all.

[leadsinger-a]

@chiaso​​‘s   bella  says     [   …   ]     💬

           “     if  we  both  stick  to  the  story  ,  they  can’t  prove  anything.     ”

[imamxdel]

“Look what I found!”

@chiaso​ // starter

[stxrbxys]

      ------ ‘ don’t you think is stupid to keep this still? ‘ he said looking down at the hoodie he was currently folding. ‘ i’ve washed it so many times already that it doesn’t even feel like them anymore ‘ ♡.𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖚 said as he smoothed it down over his lap. ft. @chiaso​

[xiiaoshuo]

*  — @chiaso

paris ╳ ⋮  —————— IN SOME WAYS it felt inevitable that paris might end up in south korea . he had avoided it in undergrad , having deluded himself into believing going somewhere like the hague might be more high-minded . might be a little more elitist . but there was always a part of him that was curious about korea ;; the place that his own grandparents spoke about , but had seemed oddly cagey about sharing much more than fleeting memories . a city , a countryside his parents had taken him && his rambunctious siblings , but as little more than tourists .

&& does paris arrive as much more than a tourist again ? he desperately would like to think so , but there are moments where he has to admit he’s in a bit over his head . he thinks that his brother had learned the language that bonehead so how hard could it possibly be for him ? but he’s quick to realize that korean just doesn’t come as easily has he had hoped ( ignored the months of work his brother surprisingly put into learning it during training ) . so after a tense call full of teasing , milan recommends a translator for him && it takes sitting on her number for another stubborn week for him to finally give her a call .

to be a bit honest , he’s not sure what to do with her for a bit . awkwardly handing her documents to translate , check his work . but he over time he finds he enjoys her company ;; perhaps one of the few that would be willing to sit with him so late in cafes , libraries && offices .

it’s another one of those days ( or has it reached night already ? ) that he turns to her . eyes slightly swimming , but he’s determined to make it through .

“ how many pages are left ? ” he asks , a bit hoarse as he gestures to the binder he set beside her . – [ ⚖️ ]

[tearfest]

starter for: @chiaso​. muse: hayoung. 

               she wasn’t used to having someone under her wing this much . sure , it came with the usual territory of being the coach of a team of girls , but having to coach both them and a coach in training .. she’d already complained to the head of the sports department , but her words only seemed to fall on deaf ears .                the team were cooling off after practice , talking amongst themselves as she usually would let them when she approached isabelle , clipboard in hand . she clears her throat , making her presence known to her , well , apprentice .  “ isabella? would you mind staying behind when the girls go through and change? i need to have a word with you about this rumour i’ve heard about you and mr lees . “ 

[jessicastrung]

; --------------- > starter for @chiaso​     { there is something : 

                                    i see in you --} ​

                                  rosé clung to each breath she exhaled; a half-empty wine glass with the sparkling pink liquid was perched nearby, sitting on the corner of her dresser amongst glossy lipstick containers and mauve pink blusher and cosmetics. it sweetened her cheeks with a dusty pink blush, the tips of her ear glowing in the soft half-light of her bedroom. she was dressing for a function, a glitzy gold evening gown hung from her shoulders and cascaded in a shimmering waterfall down subtle curves. dark curls swung with each gentle turn of her head as one diamond ear ring was fastened and then the other, collarbones adorned with the softest brush of sparkling powder. 

           “darling, sorry to bother you---” she spoke back to the other who sat perched on the edge of her bed. “but could you give me a hand----?” 

           a delicate gold chain hung from her fingertips, dangling in the air as she turned and threw a gentle smile over her shoulder; her free hand gathering up those perfect curls to reveal the slender line of her nape. “i always have such trouble opening those tiny little clasps.” 

[darlcng]

@chiaso​​​​​​  ♡’d  for  a  starter !!

“  𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀  !  𝐃𝐈𝐃  𝐘𝐎𝐔  get  a  new  haircut  or  something  ?  you  are  glowing  !  ”

[arch-partghoul]

@chiaso​​’s  isabella     /     ❛  you  do  not  know  what  i  am .  ❜

          she  turns  onto  her  side  ,  props  her  elbow  on  the  pillow  so  she  can  hold  her  head  up  as  she  looks  over  at  bella.     “     hm     ?     ”    cherry  prompts  carefully  ,  because  this  sounds  like  it’s  about  to  be  a  thing.     “     like  ,  aside  from  being  the  most  beautiful  person  ever     ?     ”     it’s  meant  to  keep  discussion  lighthearted  ,  though  there’s  something  in  the  air  that  says  it  might  lead  elsewhere.  if  bella’s  acted  strangely  before  ,  it’s  not  something  that  cherry  has  noticed.     “     what  are  you     ?     ”

SEALED  WITH  A  LEAD  KISS     /     ACCEPTING

[phantombs]

The air sings his bones. It’s warm. Odd. It often throbs so weightily, labored by the wails and agonies of the anguished dead, but this one feels kind. This one bleeds gentles. Huh. He scours for its source, shuffling down the forests and the meadows with their thorns, and up, up, up, until, with curious eyes, he comes upon the front of his humble apartment. This is a dream, he wonders. He walks up the steps to open his door. But that, he knows, won’t mean it’s un-real. “You don’t belong here,” he says then, finding her, gentle and cut out in that sun spilt through blinds. No, wraiths do, and so do demons, but this, this pleasant you bring... “Careful.” I like it. With a snick, the front door shuts. “I might just think to keep you here.”

@chiaso.​

[enavance]

cherry has so much depth to her !!! i'm a new follower but i've read through so much and you're an amazing writer.

1-800-how’s my portrayal?     //     accepting  🥺

AHHHHHH thank you so much omfg  !!!!  this makes me so happy to hear  !!  i’m so so so thrilled that you think so,  thank you  !!  cherry is just my entire world and my pride and joy and this means the world to me,  thank you  !!  i look forward to interacting with you too 🥺

[destruqtivist]

❛  this  won’t  last  forever .   nothing  ever  lasts  forever .  ❜ (for jiwon)

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯     𝑶𝑭    𝑨𝑵    𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻     /       ACCEPTING  !

His gaze is unsteady almost immediately. Jiwon, a few months ago, would have thought differently. He would have imagined his world would always encompass hurt, pain, and endless misery. It seemed so dramatically different than what was in front of him. Yet, how many times had he gone to sleep wondering the same questions for years until something changed? 

Would he only know death?

Things do change. Perhaps even his suffering would not last forever. He was a bit pessimistic in his hopes. He wanted it so badly to be true but he was uncertain of what his response should be. His hands move around his lap with an odd convulsion giving away his nerves. Something that had manifested after his escape, something he suspected was a side effect of the long-term abuse he had suffered. He breathes after a moment, reminding himself to not dig too deep into his thoughts-- she wasn’t looking for something insightful. She probably had her own worries and concerns that had brought the statement up. 

Jiwon finds himself nodding, opting for silence instead. He agreed: nothing lasted forever. Change was a mere bump that could be passed over without even noticing. A change unseen by the eye that derailed one’s current trajectory into something uncertain and unpaved. 

But it did not mean for a second, that everything should last forever. Jiwon did not believe that.

[leadsinger-a]

@chiaso​‘s   bella  says     [   …   ]     “  i had to do it. no one gets to make you sad and get away with it.  ”

          “     i  wasn’t  sad.     ”     an  incredulous  look  is  shot  towards  her  ,  but  xer  eyes  betray  xem.  the  comments  cherry’s  been  receiving  recently  have  done  nothing  to  help  xer  bad  moods.     “     what  you  did  could’ve  hurt  your  career.  it  wasn’t  worth  it.  don’t  do  shit  like  that  again.     ”     there’s  no  malice  in  his  words  despite  how  stern  they  are.     “      thanks  ,  though.     ”