#heygutlcss {riff}

[ofyoungbamboo]

@heygutlcss has been found worthy

Nayotake no Kaguya-Hime sat dutifully behind the silk panels of the kichō as she listened to the translator list the solutions this foreigner had discovered to the riddles she had put to her suitors. A dark eye looked carefully through the panels at this foreigner. He wasn't sophisticated but looked like someone who'd spent a lifetime doing hard work.

She breathed deeply and stood up, hesitating a moment before she she parted the silk panels so this stranger could look upon her himself. <<Ask him if he wishes to stay the night,>> She said expecting this foreigner to understand the implications. That was why he had come wasn't it?

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@heygutlcss asked: ❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜ ( Maria, for Riff)

"Plenty would argue with that."

Actually, he's pretty sure just about his entire life history would probably argue with that, though he's given up caring a long time ago what people think. Mostly anyway, there are certain people whose opinions matter to him. But hey, if most of the world wants to see him as nothing more than a hoodlum...let them. Not like there's much he can do these days to change their minds anyway, even more so after everything that's happened.

Still, it's true that even just a few weeks ago he never would have envisioned spending any sort of extended period of time in the presence of a Sharks girl, but apparently the world has seen fit to test him once again. That and at this point, he's not actually sure he could get rid of Maria if he tried, she's been incredibly stubborn, despite his less than stellar behaviour.

That being said, she has helped him sneak a cigarette behind the nurses' backs, huddled on the fire escape and letting the familiar smoke fill his lungs. It's a blessing to his nerves, which quite frankly have been on edge from the moment he woke up in this damned hospital feeling like he'd been split in half.

"But with that statement you're either being overly generous or way too naive," he snorts, taking another drag of the cigarette.

[ircnwrought]

WHO DID THIS TO YOU

@heygutlcss (riff) to maria !!

__________♥      SHE ENTERS THEIR HOME LATER THAN NORMAL. with the light in the window, she knows he's held up for her, which brings tears stinging her eyes from something other than the bruise on her jaw or split lip. ❛    no sé. he said he wanted my money ...    ❜ it's no secret what day the department store pays its employees. he must have waited, picked on her because she's the smallest of the bunch. her hand is shaking as she lifts it to show her split knuckles. ❛    i hit him just like you showed me ... i think i broke his nose. he didn't get the money.   ❜

[cagesings]

Your portrayal of Johanna is so so good. Tbh i'm convinced that everything you do is just canon now. All the research and the devotion you give to your girl has me so motivated to become a better writer. We've been friends for ages and I'm so happy to see you on my dash every single time your posts pop up. I look forward to all our AUs and our ooc discussions where we gush about all the trauma and the fluff we have. I'm just in awe of you fleur

AM I SCEWING JOHANNA UP?

i've told you this so many times before since words cannot express how i feel about you and your blogs, but you are literally my inspiration. i don't think i would still have this silly hobby anymore if it wasn't for you. your expertise in your historical eras inspired me to do more research into the victorian era and other things to do with johanna. your words got me through such a hard week ( ignoring the fact this got buried in my asks shh ) and having you as a friend is such an honor. i look forward to reading more of your writing and gushing about our children.

[gathersroses]

dynamics tag drop.

pretty words pretty words pretty words / rel: character & character (url).

there's love above love and it's ours 'cause i love you too much / rel: ellen marie & stephen (wrensfeatheredpen).

if you could let me in i could be good with you / rel: rhonda & action (whatsbehindthefacade).

i could stay awake just to hear you breathing / rel: karen & ice (whatsbehindthefacade).

how can i ever tell them this is not a puppy love? / rel: tessie & john (whatsbehindthefacade).

suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste it all revolves around you / rel: graziella & riff (whatsbehindthefacade).

would you wanna run away too? 'cause all i really want is you / rel: heather & dodge (soldwrecked).

hand in my hand and we promised to never let go / rel: graziella & riff (soldwrecked).

because you matter to me simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody / rel: pam & ricky (riickyjay).

to hold a violent man's face in your hands to set him and his blood aside / rel: graziella & riff (heygutlcss).

[grazziella]

 @heygutlcss​  /  riff  sent:  [  UP  ]:      sender  briefly  lifts  the  receiver  up  in  the  air  while  spinning  during  a  dance  together.

 she  used  to  shriek  when  he  did  that.  it  was  something  unexpected  --  mostly  because  she  knew  how  his  back  was  and  knew  it  must’ve  hurt  him.  but  now,  graziella  just  smirks  down  at  him,  lifting  both  legs  while  in  the  air.  once  or  twice,  she’d  lost  her  shoe  while  dancing,  but  that  was  fine  with  her  as  long  as  she  got  them  back  by  the  end  of  the  night  (  those  shoes  are  one  of  the  last  parts  of  her  brother  she  has  left  ).  it’s  kind  of  like  flying,  she  thinks.  kind  of  like  pretending  she  doesn’t  like  in  the  slums  of  manhattan.    ❝  you’re  gonna  make  me  feel  like  ginger  rogers  doing  like  that,  ❞  grazie  says  once  she’s  back  on  the  ground.  her  smile  still  hasn’t  melted  away.  ❝  maybe  we  should  hitchhike  out  to  hollywood,  yeah?  get  a  role  in  a  movie?  bet  we  could  -  ❞  she  smirks  ❝  -  we’re  pretty  good  dancers.  what’s  fred  and  ginger  to  us,  huh?  ❞

[warriours]

@heygutlcss​

“What’s with you and Mercy?” He asked with an odd bluntness, his knee bouncing because he never seemed able to keep still. It didn’t help he needed a cigarette and bad. He’d have asked earlier if Dynasty hadn’t been on. He and Mercy watched the show religiously every Wednesday, with Ajax snapping whenever someone spoke specially if Steven Carrington was on. 

Apart of him was still thinking about Al Corley’s big blue eyes and how the new kid reminded him of him for some reason. The new kid named Terry or Thomas or whatever. It was also another reason for him to ask about Riff and Mercy, get his mind off whatever the fuck was going on in his head.

[ekbatdesebat]

ANNA KARENINA (2012) Starters | accepting

@heygutlcss​ “i’ve got nothing left now except you.” 

She nudged him with her shoulder. <<You are my fire,>> She told him in he divine language. <<But your world must be bigger than me. What if something were to happen to me? What then?>>

[sadauroras]

📜 (Riff and Jo!)

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.

Person A: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Person B: I think you mean cards. Person A, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

[cannotflyarc]

If they had a kid meme ( Riff and Johanna workhouse AU)

if they had a kid meme.

name: faith alouette mcclellan

gender: cis female

general appearance: skinny little kid with knobby knees with shoulder-length blonde curly hair like her mama's. she has blue eyes with dark eyebrows and a strong jaw with a rectangle-shaped face.

personality: gets angry often and doesn't do well with managing that anger, however she really is a sweet girl. faith doesn't like being alone and once she caught onto what her parents do for a living, she loves to go out and help them sell the bread. she's bright and cheerful for the most part, but does feel quite lonely at times since her parents are so isolated from everyone else. she's the type of teenager to easily give into peer pressure because she's desperate to be included.

special talents: to deal with her tantrums when she was younger, johanna had faith decorate the piles of bread dough with little strands of spare dough. it was mostly little zig-zag lines at first, but later became flowers and even birds.

who they like better: johanna.

who they take after more: she gets her anger and desperation from riff, but her more gentle side from johanna.

personal headcanon: becomes alarmingly good at sneaking out at a young age ( like laura in the lighthouse au, but faith is more aware than she is ). johanna has mixed feelings about this since she's glad her daughter can remove herself from bad situations if need be, but is even more protective of her in this verse. riff, i assume, is not happy. faith usually only does this when she's seeking attention or wants to go out with friends after dark.

face claim: samara weaving.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

She promises, and it helps to sooth a little bit of the restlessness that lingers in his heart, that has lingered there all his life. It will always be there of course, that sort of thing never truly goes away, but it can be quieted, just as it has now, and it makes him feel just a little better.

Maria drifts off to sleep, but he finds himself lying awake for a time. It's unsurprising, his sleep has always been somewhat disordered, and it has only been exacerbated since everything that has occurred. He's all too accustomed to lying awake into the early hours, just staring at the ceiling, occasionally turning his head to watch her as she sleeps, sweet and peaceful and restful, a gentle warmth against his side.

At some point though, he drifts off too.

He feels the brief touch of warmth against his chin, the gentle pressure against his chest of someone curled up there. Slowly, he peels his eyes open, squinting a little against the sunlight trickling in at first before glancing down at Maria where she's nestled against him.

"...mornin'..."

"I promise." she spoke without hesitation. she needed him to know that she would be there. She needed him to know that she would stay.

Maybe he might stay then.

That was always the fear; that he would leave. They'd been through so much already, but sometimes she feared it would all disappear. she enjoyed waking up to him in the morning. She felt safe when his smirk went lopsided.

'i promise." she said again, softer this time as she drifted to sleep.

when she woke, the world was just beginning to wake. she didn't move anything other than her head to rest against his chest. her eyes watching the rise and fall of his chest. there was part of her that still checked for his breathing, having sat vigil at the hospital waiting for him to wake up. It was a habit that was hard to shake.

She doesn't think when she planted a soft kiss on the base of his chin. She's only happy that he is still here. that he is alive.

[ofyoungbamboo]

@heygutlcss [bed] - Sender and receiver have to share a bed.

It was almost morning of their second night together, and her sailor hadn't once tried too touch her. She'd assumed on the first night he'd been tired from his journey but tonight nothing. "Do . . . displease?" She asked softly gesturing to herself. "Not want. . . wife?"

She'd only just begun her lessons and was struggling badly to get her point across.She looked at Riff, pleading with her dark eyes o understand her meaning and explain.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@heygutlcss asked: ❛    i really thought he was going to be my forever.  ❜   Maria, for Riff.

The world is cruel.

That's something Riff has known for a very long time, and it's an opinion that's not likely to change any time soon. After all, if it weren't true, his life would have been a hell of a lot different. He wouldn't have had a father who'd put more value on illegal dealings than his family, he wouldn't have had to find his mother still and unmoving on their shitty little couch at the age of nine. He wouldn't have had to live with his uncle who'd left more marks on him than chalk on a chalkboard.

He wouldn't have had to lose his best friend two times over.

Because at least when they'd dragged Tony off to prison, he'd been able to cling to the hope that he'd get him back. But there'd be no getting him back anymore. Tony was gone, and the little voice in the back of his head loved to whisper; it's all your fault, you're the reason he's dead, you started all of this, it should have been you. His brain has always been noisy and lately has been no different. Swallowing, Riff takes a deep inhale of his cigarette, eyes anywhere but her.

"Ain't nothin' lasts forever in this place."

[ircnwrought]

Reverse trace // @heygutlcss (riff) to maria !!

__________♥      SILVER SCARS TRACE BENEATH HER DELICATE FINGERS AS SHE RUNS HER HAND ACROSS HIS SKIN. there are stories here, ghosts that have not found voice despite the presence on his body. they have both run from things, though she is well aware of the world he left she is not too naive to know there are scars on his soul too she hovers above one in particular, one of the larger ones, before drawing soft patterns into his skin. ❛   how did you get this one ??  ❜ she resolves herself not to pry if he doesn't want to answer her quite yet, but she is offering to share his burden. it is the two of them against the world now && she will not turn away from him for what the years before carry.

[cagesings]

@heygutlcss​  /  riff  sent:  “shh,  shh.  you  were  having  a  nightmare.”

            as  eyelids  flutter  open,  she  realizes  she  is  not  in  her  home.  the  wall  so  white  they  seem  to  glow,  the  click  of  a  heel  against  hard  floors,  the  cough  of  a  sick  person  only  a  little  ways  away.  this  is  not  her  home.  johanna  bolts  upright  from  the  bed  that  isn’t  hers,  throwing  the  sheets  that  aren’t  hers  off  of  herself.  this  isn’t  her  nightdress  or  the  shift  she  prefers  to  wear  to  sleep.  those  are  her  tear  stains  on  a  pillow  that  isn’t  hers.  bare  feet  land  on  cold  ground  that  she  has  not  stepped  on.  

            eyes  are  wider  than  a  panicked  animal  as  they  try  to  take  in  her  surroundings.  each  breath  is  heavier  than  the  last.  as  if  she  is  unable  to  take  them  into  her  lungs.  there  is  only  the  flicker  of  a  few  candles  to  help  her  remember  where  she  is.  staring  at  the  window  at  the  end  of  the  room,  the  moon  is  still  bright  silver  in  the  sky,  but  that  doesn’t  deter  her.  

            ❝  it’s  been  a  night,  ❞  johanna  says.  her  throat  is  completely  dry,  making  her  words  more  than  difficult  to  make  out.  with  some  hesitation,  she  takes  the  water  from  the  nightstand  that  she  remembers  the  nurse  brought  her  with  a  bowl  of  soup  (  she  hated  that  bowl  )  and  takes  a  sip  in  order  to  sound  more  audible.  ❝  it’s  been  a  night.  i  can  go  now.  ❞  even  though,  that  doctor  told  her  it  would  be  more  than  a  night.  although,  that  nurse  assured  her  they  needed  to  take  care  of  the  fever  first.  ❝  where’s  my  shawl?  did  you  hide  it  from  me?  riff?  i’m  going  now.  i  did  what  you  said.  i  ate  and  i  slept.  and  i  didn’t  sleep  well  because  .  .  .  ❞  well,  hadn’t  he  just  confirmed  it  for  her?  ❝  i  told  you  it  doesn’t  work.  i  did  all  those  things  and  now  i’m  going  home.  ❞

[gathersroses]

@heygutlcss cont.

he's a lot more defensive about something than she expected about she views as something lovely. there's always been a strange divide between laura and the rest of her family. her surname is hope, the man of a man who is, well, dead; while her mother and father's names were different. shouldn't he be happy about the change she wants to make? it'll only be for a few years anyway.

he's her dad. she chose him. she's choosing his last name, too. shouldn't he be happy?

laura doesn't remember "choosing" him, although that's the way her mama described it to her. family isn't who one shares their blood with, that's what she also says, it's who they choose. she's been calling him dad ever since she was little more than a baby. they chose each other to be their family.

lower lip pouts before she answers his question, ❝ no. i just told you: i'm only fourteen. mama didn't even get married until she was eighteen. then she married you! ❞ something that laura has only viewed as perfectly wonderful. not understanding the context of the situation nor their relationship prior to their marriage. ❝ besides, it's not a bad things if boys talk to me. i won't marry any of them yet. ❞ head tilts slightly to the side. ❝ it's a good thing. ❞

her pout returns with a stronger persistence. this is supposed to be good. she's supposed to be laura marianne mcclellan by the end of this conversation. that's a pretty name.

❝ mama doesn't yell, ❞ laura mumbles. ❝ that's not her. ❞ despite knowing well that this is considered a warning to get away, especially with the use of her first name instead of her nickname ( is it that bad? to the point he called her laura? ), she doesn't move. ❝ she always comes up. ❞

her mama is always stubborn. the closest laura has ever been described is strong-willed, but not quite as stubborn as she. usually, her mother tells her that she likes her father. but she never knew him. not her biological father. laura can be stubborn when she pleases and this is something she's choosing to be stubborn about. she wants to change her name. she will.

❝ i think it sounds pretty, ❞ she continues, in a gentle tone, ❝ with my name. you're my dad. i want to have your name. ❞