#ft. tba

[visionkept]

Someone looks extremely HAPPY today. Maybe it has something to do about the new train passenger that the general has so patiently been waiting for MORE THAN A YEAR. ❝ Took you long enough ♡ ❞ The master diviner better get used to their obnoxious presence once again.

[knightinsourarmor]

closed started with @desolxte || Levi & Kuchel

Kuchel Ackerman died many years ago, her rotting corpse found by her estranged brother and buried. None would ever search for a deceased whore. None could have ever imagined, on the verge of death, when her sickness had her paralyzed, prisoner to a withering body, slowly but steadily losing strength, and her sanity, she would have found the power to stand back on her feet. That losing her son, the last remaining light of her life ended in the hands of animals who didn't understand the first thing about his tender heart, would bring her back to the world of living, instead of being the finishing blow to a woman who had long lost any will to live.

She was alive, but was her heart still beating ? Any air filling up her lungs? Was her body still warm to touch, or as cold as her eyes? An empty vessel she had become, void of any human emotions, vessel of one single HOPE. The hope of seeing her son again. To think, even in the rotten soul of hers, hope could survive. Maybe, if she could still have a part of her human — her who desperately denied her humanity — maybe it was still possible to find Levi. Even when years had passed, even if he didn't any longer remember her, even if there were no clues if he was even alive— he was her blood after all, and tragedy seemed to be part of their nature.

She has found a note in the apartment she lived in those days, with an address and an hour written on it. A date? There was no mistaking it, the sloppy handwriting was Kenny’s. She could have him waiting, for the nerve he had to think he could decide when and where they'd meet. Yet, when had she managed to escape the shackles they were bound with? It was more than just blood, or family ties. No matter how many times she tried to stay away from him, she'd always find him before her, him unchanged, while she'd be even more broken, even less of a person, than she was last time their paths had crossed. She held respect for him, after years of resenting him. For his ability to survive, and pretend to care even if having long lost his heart as well.

She expected no less from him. An empty pub, a dark place where very few would dare to set foot if they were on their own. She had arrived first— no surprise, to have her waiting. There was no bartender, no waiter, nobody in sight, when she took seat in front of the counter, standing out in her white dress. She used to like those dresses, when she was younger. Now, she'd wear them on more rare occasions, when she wanted to make a point— dress like a virgin, as if she hadn't sold both her body and soul.

She heard a voice coming from behind her back. Little she cared for what they said. Probably to complain the store was still closed. If so, why had she found the door open and unlocked? ❝ I'm waiting for someb- ❞

[naitfall]

@gyofukuki replied:

isa vc: beast levi emerges victorious!

Not a beast, Isabel. Wrong choice of words, Isabel.

[multiplays]

@homelander-rp-blog  gets a  closed  starter! muse  :  annie January ' starlight '.  30  .  former celebrity hero vigilante  .  the boys

"  you  didn't  have  to  drag  my  name  into  this.  "

[ehrevos]

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @intcxications!

𝘼𝙐𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙔 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 the type of person to offer comfort to those who needed it, whether it was her best friend or a coworker going through a tough time, she never hesitated to listen and offer encouragement in hopes to help in some kind of way. tonight was no different, she could tell that something happened the second maxwell walked through the door without his wife and she saw the look on his face. the couple were supposed to be celebrating their wedding anniversary this evening and the blonde had been hired to look after their son. noah was already sleeping by now, which wasn't surprising as audrey had his nighttime routine locked down as she'd been caring for him these last six months. now here she was, sitting closely next to the male on the sofa as he told her about tonight's disaster. she hated how his wife treated him, the woman didn't deserve such a great guy like maxwell and she wished he could see that. it was also obvious to her that she was cheating on him but she wasn't going to be the one to tell him about it. she didn't think it was her place. all she could do at this point was to be there for him when he needed it. ❝ i'm so sorry... i can't believe she just walked off like that. did she say where she was going? ❞

[scftlightz]

@spoiliage  gets  a  closed   starter   !  muse  :  areum  heo  .  29  .  investor   +   entrepreneur

"  are  you  that  threatened  by  me?  "

[heiilari]

For a starter!

" pff..... I have seen feline sinners before but to see one so short and so small compared to me.. I am sorry I cannot help but chuckle to myself... maybe I should let this form shrink down .. pfft haha.. Oh my I am sorry wherever are my manners. welcome to Hells royal manner darling. I am Queen Lilith . what can I get for you"

Lilith would allow a few chuckles to come out of her mouth as she looked down at Black Star. honestly this little sinner was adorable. but she was curious as to why they would have this form of all possible things... sure feline sinners were common but...she had oh so many questions for this shorter sinner

"You remind me of that little cyclopes woman.. the weird one ah... what did it start with again...ah.... swiftly ? I think her name was "

@lcftcult

[liveshauntedmoved]

"Now, I don't like calling people idiots," That's a lie - Maddox loves too, especially when people are being so called idiots. She had no issues calling her ex best friend a selfish nice guy when his true colours showed when they were younger. "But, my god it's like some people didn't pay attention in class at times when they speak. It's like... did you make it past year 6?" Or grade six, whatever - Maddox doesn't care for switching out terms.

sc ( accepting ) || @lcveblossomed

[seolinah]

closed for @missmvrder // the second point (the party) ft. sinn + muse of your choice !

As the lights flickered back on, a scream could be heard through the house. Sinn rushed towards the sound, freezing at the sight she found. Her hand came up to her mouth, concealing her gasp as one of her friends lay lying on the floor in a pool of their blood. More shouts rounded out, people screaming to call someone for help until someone pointed out that there wasn't a signal. A quiet shock seemed to go through the group, and that was when Sinn realized she hadn't seen them since the blackout. Turning around until she spotted them on the other side of the room, she shoved past her friends to get to them. "When I promised excitement for tonight, this wasn't what I meant..." An ill-timed joke made on her part, unsure how else to process everything going on. Her head shook. "Sorry, I--Sorry. Are you okay? You disappeared there for a bit. I almost thought something might've happened to you when I heard all the shouting."

[visionkept]

" tomo - come here . " a gloved finger beckons them closer ; the captain is a bit tipsy - ( just a bit . )

" closer - please. " and when tomo is close enough, kaeya places a kiss on their cheek. // KASKWLSLALSLALLA

They've been watching from afar, making sure that nothing nor none took this moment of VULNERABILITY to harm their the prince. He indulged in this habit of his at least once a week and in this occasion, he counts with their SUPERVISION and protection. The cavalry captain takes one drink after the other, conscious of Tomoya's presence all along. A subtle shake shows their disapproval, self control doesn't seem to be his forte.

But there's nothing they can do about his careless behaviour nor will they seek to cease the enjoyment he gains from a couple of drinks by himself. The blond knows that tonight will end the same way as the rest: HE will get drunk and then, they will have to carry him home ( THEIR HOME ).

❝ I'm already by your side, sir. ❞

'Come here' he says and so they do. 'Closer' he orders and Tomoya plays along.

They don't know what to say nor expect, after all, Kaeya is hard to read. Not that he will give them time to think anyways. It's just a brush of lips over their cheek, barely perceptible. A KISS NONETHELESS, one that makes fair skin light in a clash of reds and pinks without delay.

The knight flinches, a hand coming to hover over the spot of his affection. The room is kept in complete silence for a moment, caught without a single thing to say. When they open their mouth, Tomoya has to close it again not knowing what would even come out of it. ❝ . . . What was that for ?! ❞ It's taking all of their willpower to keep it together.

❝ Master. . . I beg of you. . . please, stop playing with my heart. ❞

[knightinsourarmor]

@worldhell liked for a starter | Eren Yeager & Armin Arlert

It was a warm day. The sun had risen only a few hours ago. Before them, lay infinite lands of grass — a delusion, the walls too far away, beyond tall hills where their eyes wouldn’t reach. The cold breeze is welcoming, refreshing, as the two of them had sat on the ground, enjoying their day of rest, where neither they’d have to fight nor train. It was only for a day, but Eren wouldn’t have to be anybody’s hope or prove himself to anyone. Wasn't he the one who longed for this for years? Stand at the front lines, to kill the monsters who took away their freedom. ❝ I like this. ❞ In moments like this, with his closest friend by his side, Eren‘s insatiable desire to keep advancing forward would be satisfied, even if temporarily, for Armin carried a different kind of freedom within. 

In his eyes, Armin’s thoughts ran free, to sights he didn’t need to see, senses he didn’t need to experience. He was jealous of the other, for finding comfort in the moment, for being able to dream what was too far away, when Eren couldn’t see where his hands wouldn’t reach — that was why he’d desperately keep running, to get where he wanted to be. A soul of extremes, he wouldn’t find peace once an idea was in his head, whether it was revenge, or hope. He couldn’t stop until he made it come true, dedicating his entire being. A prisoner of his own nature. It was Armin who had given him a reason to fight when he showed him that book many years ago, and it was Armin right at this moment, who would be his chance to breathe, to rest for a short moment.

❝ We've been fighting for so long. It's nice to finally catch a break. ❞ He couldn't help but wonder, what was that Armin sought ? Were his desires as strong as his?

The question to follow seems to come out of nowhere, a question troubling him for a while now. ❝ Say, Armin . . . Have you regretted joining the Survey Corps? ❞ Armin had said one needed to give up a part of themselves in order to survive. He couldn’t be entirely wrong, Eren having given up his humanity when he ended up at a Titan’s stomach, but that wasn’t the case for him — insightful, observant, but always a cruel judge of himself. Believing because he couldn’t keep up with the rest of them, he had changed. Eren knew better. Eren could see Armin’s heart remained the same. When he'd visit Annie, when he'd look after him and Mikasa, never voicing his worries, constantly doubting himself, even though he was suffering the most.

Quite the misfortune, how selfless he’d be, to have found someone as greedy as himself. He didn’t mind it though, Eren being the one who was lucky.

[deibreak]

@dynmghts asked:

katsuki had spent some time deliberating on what to get shoto this year; he didn't want it to be impractical, and he didn't want to be shown up by the others in what they get themselves. competitive, unyielding - katsuki wants it to be known that he did it better than everyone else.

so, katsuki begins his early morning start with hand-making shoto's favourite food from start to finish. cold soba is, theoretically, very easy, and it would've been easy enough to use store-bought soba noodles, but that was diminishing the value of this meal. he spends the extra time making them by hand - and they looked pretty damn good, too - before finishing the meal preparation and setting it up in a bowl.

besides the meal, katsuki had a few tangible gifts prepared for shoto, all neatly boxed and wrapped with a meticulous approach - because why the hell would he stop at just one? [ because of course, he's resolved to outdo everyone this year. ]

"right." katsuki guides poor shoto to the nearest surface, pushing him down by the shoulder so he might sit down. "sit down, shut up, take this." and with a little more grace, the blond hands over the cold soba he'd made, brushing off his hands. "eat. gimme a second, and don't move."

it takes him less than a few minutes to leave and return with the multiple gifts he's prepared for shoto, placing them down next to the other with a huff. "there." a pause. he supposes he's missing the most important thing - he hands over an envelope with a card inside, absent of fanfare, but with clear and precise handwriting. [ it's obvious that katsuki has put plenty of care into everything he's done leading up to this moment / the card wishes shoto well, says a courteous happy birthday, and despite its haste, there is a clear signing of katsuki's name at the bottom. ] "if anyone says they did better, i bet they're fucking lying."

and the gifts themselves? in one, katsuki opted for a pair of chopsticks, which katsuki got custom-made to mimic shoto's hero costume. there are a few other bits and pieces - a gift card for a place with good soba, some tools to help with different areas of training, even bits of hero merchandise ... [ because he knows that shoto is a quiet fan of all might, and the merch is subtle enough. ] ... but the most expensive of the lot was pretty evident.

and thus his final, and best gift, is a weighted blanket; deep blue in colour and very heavy, its tag indicates it as one of the more expensive and well-trusted brands, and its overall feel is meant to be warm and welcoming. he spent the longest trying to decide if shoto would even like it. [ but, in the end, he said fuck it and did it anyway. ]

"happy birthday... or whatever." / i'm sorry this is so long but happy bday shoto!

If Shoto hadn't checked his phone early in the morning, head still in a haze, wondering what the unusual number of messages was for, he wouldn't have remembered what day it was. Among everyone who wanted to wish him for his birthday, his friends and family, his father's contact made it on top of the list, desperate same as all his efforts to make up for the parent he had been. Bitter was the feeling the boy woke up with, and it was once again the same man's fault. Shoto had no plans to pay this day any attention — he had long given up on the idea of celebrating, and even if he recently had chosen to change (rebuild himself from scratch), remnants of the past, of memories he didn't want to recall connected to this day, made his expression more sour than usual, resembling the one he used to wear at the beginning of the school year.

That was, until he met with crimson gaze, welcoming in its own way, and with a promise he couldn't yet explain.

Silently he took seat as forced, eyes falling on the meal meant for him, already struggling to understand why the blond had gotten in this much trouble for him, for a day that held no actual special meaning (especially not for Katsuki, and neither for Shoto, having learnt to ignore it after years of disappointments). He didn't wait for long before he joined his hands in front of his chest, thanked him, and started eating. Perfectly made to his liking, resembling the cooking of his mother, the taste of it brought back forgotten memories of comfort. There was no way he could enjoy cold soba made by someone else's hand ever again. Could this have been his goal from the start?

His favorite meal so deliciously made was more than he could ever ask for, yet when the other came back carrying presents (like a second santa, only that he was harder to believe, even if the real deal), with his mouth full he stared with confusion at the gifts offered. All those couldn't be for him, right ? He was supposed to choose one of them, right ? Instead of answering his questions, the card given added to them. Shoto wasn't meant for such extreme kindness.

Couldn't Katsuki see it, him who saw through everything?

Many of their classmates appreciated him more than he deserved ( he wasn't being insecure, perfectly aware he hadn't earned their appreciation, hadn't yet tried hard enough to be worthy of all their friendship ), Katsuki being the last he expected to hear him wish for his birthday.

The gifts presented to him made his head momentarily blackout — overload, too much information for him to process. If he tried to count the gifts Shoto had received from the very beginning of his life to this day (christmas included), he wouldn't count as many as the ones the blond had prepared.

How heroic of Katsuki, as if trying to make up for the letdowns of many years — as if trying to erase all the memories that kept Shoto awake at nights with this blanket.

When he got his hands on it, Shoto stared at it for a long while, before burying his face on it. Awkward was the sight of him, to anyone who didn't know him well. The feel of the blanket, he wanted to test, sleep being his biggest comfort ( had Katsuki noticed? ), even if often a challenge. His comfort, when all his days were focused on training alone, and sleep was his only time for rest — his only escape. It was soft, warm, and heavy ( just like the feel the blond gave him whenever they spent time together ). A perfectly chosen gift, matching them both.

His presence alone was a gift. Somehow, Shoto's luck seemed to have changed. From spending the biggest part of his life lost in the darkness, suddenly surrounded by such warm light he'd be, heart-warming, an inexhaustible source standing before him, allowing him to stay close. How lucky . . .

Katsuki had won his bet, long before Shoto's birthday came. For being the only one who'd make him smile with ease, when for long he had forgotten how. For easing him through all his anxieties, with his raw honesty diminishing them to their actual value. For showing him how to care deeply, when he'd once look down upon everyone.

Still learning to give voice to his heart, overwhelmed by excitement he'd find no words to describe his feelings. It was happening more often these days, the more his heart opened up to emotions unknown, the harder he worked to understand himself, but mostly to understand those he cared for. ❝ I have no words. ❞ Maybe the truth was the answer. Katsuki would forgive him, wouldn't he? He was the same after all, relying on actions rather than words. Shoto's face had changed color to a deep shade of red, unfamiliar as he was to be treated with such care.

❝ Thank you. ❞ For caring. For being his dear friend. ❝ This is the best. ❞ The best of presents. The best of birthdays. ❝ You're a wonderful friend. ❞

[naitfall]

continued ask | Porco @jxwz & Levi

Immediately, Porco clips his mouth shut and drops into the nearest chair available. Even if he is already healing—steam spilling out from between his fingers, his bloody bicep clutched tight to his side—there's no way he's going to argue with the Captain. An order is still an order and Porco didn't get this far by disobeying them and defying his superiors. He's not an idiot.

"Sir." It is the only thing he says; his respect shown, authority acknowledged. An effort he hopes that will steer him out from the center of the Captain's ire. And at least the blood on the floor won't stay there for long. . .

They were humans. Alongside them, alongside the soldiers of the Survey Corps, fought those with the power of titans— to transform, to heal, to survive when all hope was lost. The thin line between humans and human-eating monsters shall never be crossed, the warriors' nature, their birth and rights as human beings, shall never be questioned, else their own humanity would be the one to doubt, and Levi had seen with his own eyes countless monsters wearing human skin. They weren’t tools to use until they’d break, to endure such pain and suffering. To be seen as someone inhuman, both a monster and a tool— ‘humanity’s strongest soldier’ wasn’t unfamiliar to that.

He shouldn’t have been worried, and yet he couldn’t divert his eyes when looking at a young soldier, HIS soldier, suffering in pain as if it were natural, whose injuries could have put his life in danger. In disgust he’d stare, for how absurd was the sight before him, yet incredible, to witness wounds close. It was disgust, at the proof of a world that wouldn’t make any sense, and their efforts to give up on reason for the sake of survival.

His intended grouchy mood was cut off by complete obedience. ❝ Make sure you don't die. ❞ He had enough suicidal brats to watch over.

[spellbcok]

@mvsicinthedvrk asked:♞ — [cheng xiaoshi pei ming? or anyone!] and [tak dongkyung] watch silly hallmark holiday movies

“ten bucks the guy is secretly a prince,” dongkyung says as the film starts on an aerial shot of a castle. the title card hasn’t been shown yet, but it was easy to pick up on the patterns of the films on this channel. every film so far has followed a very similar formula.

[darkxtdesirxs]

closed starter for @thechiyonosakenyc

she  thought  it  would  be  colder.  it  being  so  close  to  winter  tonight  seemed  unseasonably  hot  even  for  her.  and  she  grew  up  in  a  small  town  in  the  south.  moving  to  the  city  was  a    change  and  she  welcomed  it.  she  wasn't  little  bonnie  bennett  anymore.  and  a  part  of  that  scared  her.  she  went  from  being  a  face  that  most  were  familiar  with-  to  be  surround  by  people  that  had  no  idea  who  she  was.  she  could  be  anyone,  she  could  do  anything.  

it's  intoxicating,  no  longer  confined  to  her  little  box.  the  good  girl,  the  studious  one,  the  one  with  all  the  answers.  it  was  such  a  nice  change  not  having  all  the  pressure  of  other  expectations.  

she  wanted  to  have  fun,  she  wanted  to  be  wild  and  spontaneous  and  do  something  she  never  would  have.  so  she  and  her  roommates  thought  going  to  the  bar  was  the  best  option.  bound  to  get  into  some  trouble  there  and  tonight,  bonnie  welcomed  all  sorts  of  trouble.  

the  chiyonosake  had  quite  the  reputation  and  so  far  bonnie  was  loving  it.  the  drinks  were  good,  the  atmosphere  was  a  party  and  the  employees  were  so  fucking  hot.  how  likely  was  it  this  many  attractive  people  worked  in  the  same  place?  but  one  particular  always  had  bonnie's  gaze  shifting  back  to  them.  dark  hair,  piercing  eyes,  she  was  already  how  but  now  she  and  her  pussy  were  dripping.  she  could  hear  her  friend  pushing  her  to  introduce  herself.  

now  old  good  girl  bonnie  never  would  have.  but  this  was  a  new  day  and  a  new  bonnie.  so  with  a  smile,  she  reached  for  her  empty  glass  and  sauntered  closer  to  them.  perching  herself  up  against  the  bar  right  in  front;    a  brow  raised  and  a  smile  on  her  lips.  

"you  know  if  you're  gonna  stare  at  me  all  night.  the  least  you  can  do  is  refill  my  drink.  i'm  parched."