#isa ˚₊‧⁺˖ threads

[gccdwitch]

@interluds liked for a starter Based on: this plot

“Holy fuck, you’re actually insufferable.” She blows out a breath and rolls her eyes. “Do you actually ever stop and listen to the shit you’re saying?”

[gccdwitch]

The angry stirring of her coffee stops. Her jaw drops. Isa takes a couple of moments to process the words coming out of her ex’s mouth, really and truly digest them, before she shrieks. “Adonis, what the fuck? I’m not even a little presentable. Holy shit. Why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?” Ten minutes. She has ten minutes. Freaking out, she scrambles towards the bathroom. There’s no time for her usual routine but she leaves the door open just so she can glare at Adonis while she quickly splashes some water on her face. “I will shave you. I will fucking shave you bad while you sleep, Adonis, you hear me?” The words probably don’t sound even the slightest bit of threatening considering she’s still trying to wipe some blue toothpaste from where it has stained the corner of her mouth and is entirely incapable of following through anything of that nature anyway. “You better sleep with one eye open after tonight.” Feeling only slightly better but much cleaner, she hurries to the bedroom. She has no idea how to dress to meet the standards of these people and her brain is too busy counting down the seconds like their arrival is a bomb to be any helpful but Isa puts an outfit together before finally coming out, eyes still narrowed in a glare when they settle on Adonis again. “You are absolutely not getting away with just this one coffee as a way to pay me back, you get that, right? You owe me a fucking coffee truck at the very least.”

Yeah, lying to his parents and roping his ex-girlfriend into said elaborate lie wasn't exactly Adonis' shining moment. He didn't often care all that much about his family's opinions of his dating life (or lack thereof). But when they called to "check in" after nearly a year of no contact, he fell into his old people pleasing habits. It’d been a long time since he heard either of their voices and surprised himself by how quickly he complied to their demands. Out of all the things he had accomplished since coming into adulthood, his relatively stable relationship with Isa was apparently the only thing worth celebrating. He was honestly surprised that they even bothered to remember her first name. And if he hadn’t fibbed about their non-existent relationship, they would’ve pressured him to go date one of their friend’s annoying daughters. It was easier for everyone for Adonis and Isa to present a united front so they hopefully never bothered him again — at least that’s what he’s told himself.

The questions Isa asked were very obviously sarcastic, and he deserved that. One of the biggest issues in their relationship was his tendency to keep his struggles to himself, only to have them blow up in his face and hit everyone in a five mile radius. “No, I don’t think it’ll be necessary to involve the kids you’re babysitting into this.” He answers, pretending like the inquiry is genuine. As obnoxious as Elijah and Iris tended to be, they both had about a fifteen minute time limit for their bullshit social niceties. They knew better than to overextend their stay. “Because they’re gonna be here in 10. Ooops!” Adonis quickly backed away and gave a nervous smile. “Don’t hate me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Remember the coffee I made? We have such a good rapport!”

[beneathsilverstars]

anyway the lore in my mind palace is that siffrin has a big meaningless crush on odile - they get flustered by how much they like her, but it's not something they'd think about as a romantic potential, it's just normal social nerves and clingy impulses but sweeter.

and then post-canon loop is like . i need to crawl inside someone and die like a bug, but it can't be siffrin bc he'd get all emo about it and it can't be isabeau bc absolutely not and it can't be mira bc i can't do that to her. but luckily that leaves one person. who i've always rly liked but siffrin would never consider an option. and she also won't cry all over me. odile can i sleep on the floor in your bedroom and bring you trinkets like a cat brings home dead birds

[imperfectloved]

ㅤㅤunti-unting   nawawala   /   ang   iyong   mga   salita   /   dahan-dahang   naglalaho   /   ang   lahat   ng   pangako   /   napapansing   lumalayo   /   ang   iyong   tingin   /   'di   alam   ang   dapat   kong   gawin   /   tuluyan   ka   na   bang   mawawala   sa'kin?

@oatsmilkies

[gravesung-moving]

❝ i may not regret my actions, but i do regret that they were necessary. ❞ isa @ fletch :^) the regret is . debatable,

❝ MY DEAR, NECESSARY IS a term used by the desperate. ❞

they are two hands on a chessboard and all of the pawns are gone. isa has proven a worthy opponent — the first he has met in a very, very long time — but worth bleeds into irritation when the interference upends a balance he has worked quite hard to create. her motives, true motives, deep motives, still evade them. this is what puts them on the back foot.

snip. the shears trim a rose from the arbor. amari has sent persephone and hector away, but they stalk the perimeter in case isa gets any silly ideas.

he does not go into what happened. instead: ❝ tell me, how is your little cafe doing? the exterior design is astonishing... ❞ if a little pedestrian, they don't say, allowing the second half of the sentence to hang unspoken in the air.

[gccdwitch]

Her shoulders jump when the unexpected voice startles her, though a smile is quick to appear on her face when she realizes it’s Dean who’s approached her. “Well, that’s cheerful,” Isa muses, eyebrows arching. “Your lack of faith in me is astounding and frankly, insulting.” Though he’s probably right to doubt her. She’s not lucky by nature and this machine definitely seems way past its prime. “Caterpillar? Are you sure? I thought it was supposed to be a pig…” Isa bites her lip, leaving her post in front of the game for a second to peek at it from the side. Dean is, once again, correct. She’s really got better luck with the caterpillar-pig hybrid but… “It’s so ugly,” she whines, giving up the moment she makes eye contact with the unfortunate creature. Instead, she sets her sights on the unicorn again, moving the swinging claw to a position she thinks is better. “How sweet. Now you’re really making me wonder if I should lose on purpose just to watch you struggle with the machine instead of me.” Isa pauses, hand hovering over the button that will send the claw down, only to face him once more, a smirk playing on her lips. “And if I get it? Are you going to give me something to compensate for doubting my abilities to win shitty, rigged games, too?”

open to: anyone. plot/context: they're in a bar and he's definitely just trying to find an excuse to (poorly) flirt with your muse. up to you whether it's pre-est or not.

"You know you're not gonna win," Dean announces his presence by making a casual comment towards them. Whether his presence is wanted or not is yet to be determined, but he hadn't been building up his courage all night just to bail at the last second. His tall frame leans up against the clear glass of the rundown claw machine game they're in the middle of playing, "This thing doesn't even work right half of the time. And honestly? You're way off on that unicorn. You'd probably have better look with that little caterpillar looking thing." he gestures before taking a swig of his beer. "Tell you what- if you don't win I'll buy you a drink or try to win it for you. Whatever makes you feel better."

[syphn]

i forgot to mention that this blog is heavily connected to my sukuna ( @akuikami )and his canon! isa’s beloved brother hisao is married to sukuna therefore the canon is combined! there may be mentions of this or some of isa’s internal dialogue in which he speaks of this!

[cinnabeat]

rememebred everyones kh3 outfits and now im annoyed again

[uncultureddoubloon]

I've worn the nonbinary flag with pride for years now, but I just rediscovered Genderqueer. I love the word and the colors, and I've been finding myself drifting back towards purple & green/teal for a while now unrelated to gender stuff.

I'm still not certain about my gender identity (who knows if I'll ever be), but Genderqueer is a much more comfortable blanket for me than nonbinary has been. Don't get me wrong, nonbinary has been a lovely blanket. It's just that genderqueer is comfier for me

[marimelwrites]

@writermuses - continued from your reply to this starter here!

There were multiple reasons as to why Isabel was upset at the sight she'd stumbled upon. Part of it was seeing Lance so wrapped up in another woman. She had never seen him like that before with anyone, which was saying something, as they had known each other for so long. The even larger part was that she was blaming herself for having waited too long to just take the leap. Maybe this wouldn't be happening now if she'd just given it a shot when they first understood that they'd had feelings for one another. Isa wouldn't dream of blaming him. He had every right to go out and see other people. They'd never made any promises to one another.

That didn't stop it from hurting. It certainly didn't stop the terrible ache she felt in her chest, or the nausea she was fighting as she tried rushing away. The sound of Lance calling after her triggered the tears to fall, and she considered continuing her escape, but she found herself halting. She refused to turn around to face him, but she at least stopped trying to run away. At that moment, she couldn't possibly think of what he might say to her, and she wondered briefly if she might regret it. Her feelings for him, the respect she had for him, and her years of trust in him and their friendship, are what had her stopping and waiting on him.

[strywoven]

starter call. / @blitz-heart

❝ No , no , ❞ The Diviner waves off her worries , easily – though kindly , though gently – dismissing them as he shakes his head.  ❝ I may not be the … ❞  He pauses , brows furrowing as he sifts for the proper way he wants to word his sentiment , ❝ … Same as Lea , ❞ Yes , that sounded adequate enough ( after all , how shall the moon ever compare to the sun ? ) , ❝ But , please know , I am still here even when he is not. ❞  He risks the BAREST OF SMILES to uplift the corners of his lips ( a sign , he hopes , would signify something like reassurance or brotherly regard ; he’s seen lea do the same many a time ) , if she’s not paying careful enough attention , she may well miss it as it disappears back behind the veil of his impassive calm , like the ripples in a lakeface fading away again.  ❝ So by all means , Kairi , feel free to speak your mind with me. ❞  He pours her some tea , ❝ I am more than willing to , at the very least , listen. ❞

[latinokaeya-moving]

thinking maybe i was going somewhere when i wrote a note in my isidora fic speculating that maybe one of the reasons her foil relationship with claude works is bc of how interesting it is to look at them in terms of how the both of them are treated differently as these supposed ‘foreign’ entities within fodlan n how that could be analysed through a more meta political lens of the difference in perception when a racialised person is primarily seen as an invading threat vs when a racialised person is primarily seen as a source of extraction of resources/labour

[dragontamer05]

For Kisa:

Does your power cause more good, or more harm?

+ Describe the first time using your talents.

"It's complicated,

As whole they may not have caused harm but having them has. Because of the powers my parents were targeted and killed, my home was destroyed.

Because of these powers kids were afraid of me or thought I was strange and otherwise avoided me. Suppose now I don't blame them as much, a lot of strange things happened around me but it still hurt especially when they decided to use me as their scape goat for anything that happened. Even things that were their fault.

Sometimes the adults would believe me over them but most of the time I don't think they cared enough to seek out the truth. To many kids not enough time."

But they did a lot of good

"Without them I wouldn't have met my best friend, we've both been pretty busy so we don't see each other as much as we used to but we keep in touch

As for when they first manifested I couldn't say, but I do remember once accidentally shocking a kid. He didn't get hurt but it was also more then a little static jolt.

Of course no one believed it was anything more then an accidental static shock but that was the start of it"

[heartsbind]

usually, tatsuki rarely needs a chaperone. they're a grade two, capable of accomplishing missions on their own. lately, however, they think they've been carted off on missions with others quite a lot, all a higher grade than them.

really, it doesn't bother tatsu much. they like the company, like having someone to talk to, even if the other party member doesn't like to talk back. still, there remains a curiosity as to why. are people getting antsy about their technique ? if it's an assessment for grade one, tatsu isn't aware of it.

either way, they won't make an inquiry. instead, there's a pep in their step as they climb out of the car, make way for the old and closed off shopping center as a barrier forms around it alongside @syphn.

❝ ⸻ yahoo ! let's get pumped up ! that thing in there isn't gonna know what hit it, haha ~ ! ❞

[clubsmarties]

"Hey, you're the brains in this relationship." Nettie smiled and would say Issac had brains while she came in with the patience. "Me? Trouble?" she feigned innocence as she chewed her lip. "I thought you agency boys loved danger." she couldn't help but giggle. "That is true. Rosebud does make you look ten times cuter and a little hotter too. There's something about girl uncles that just hit. Please our tiny one will be the luckiest. If it's a girl you won't have to learn much more. Rosebud has got you covered. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure this one sticks with us. I promise. I may also need to give the lori the keys to the bar while I take my leave of absence."

Her eyebrows raised as if to challenge him and smirked. They'd be tempting fate with this one already so she knew they'd have to stop at one. Though the thought did break her heart. He always envisioned a family and for her to just barely give him one was something she'd feel guilty over. "No not the face. The one where I stick my tongue out when I'm super focused? Babe," she sighed. "Poor baby indeed. It has to have your hair color though. I can't budge on that. If it's a girl make it happen." Interlocking pinkies she laughed and swung them. "Sealed tight. I love you."

Rosebud started to giggle and shook her head. "No! Uncle isa reads to me until I'm old!" There was no doubt the girl loved being read to and would swindle them to keep reading to her even when she learned. She held her tiny hand against his face and leaned her head against his cheek. "I love you plus one." The saying she heard her parents say to each other was now her favorite saying.

The child had an uncanny ability to know when a camera was placed on her. Being the total ham she was she posed and smiled at him. The smile being a insane replica of her father's even down to the squinty eyes. "She looks a lot like Eli. That's insane." Nettie commented as she continued to laugh watching her act silly. "Tell mama and daddy I will bring them a cookie!" It was then that she started giggling scrunching her nose up. "Only fair," she started as her finger dipped in the icing and put whiskers on his face. "You're spooky too! Boo!"

Nettie leaned on the counter enjoying the sight. Issac was always meant to be a dad. The way he loved his niece and doted on her even though she wasn't his made her heart happy knowing that with their own kid, he'd be ten times more adorable and she'd fall even more in love with him. Rosebud wiped her nose and hummed. "Uncle isa. What am I getting for my birthday AND Christmas?"

"For evil?" He shook his head completely amused by her calling him agent Phillips. "It's not for evil, just preparedness. We need it, right?" He felt a slight shiver running down his back as she whispered in his ears, "I'm the bad boy? And, you are trouble babe. That's why we work." His gaze falling on Nettie, she was glowing. He had heard that term before, but seeing her now, he understood. She was radiating happiness, the infectious kind - just seeing her made it impossible to not smile with her. "I'm glad you told me, I really want to share this with you. Every step of the way. Rosebud does make me look ten times cuter," he teased. Though it was true, he had begun holding his niece when he had requests for anyone, knowing they'd be unable to say no.

"Don't tempt me with a good time," his tone was lighthearted, though Isaac knew that this alone was a miracle. He couldn't get greedy with his requests. The fact that he was even being given a second chance was insane, no need to push it. "The frowny face too? Poor baby," he joked, leaning in to kiss her. "I would love for baby to have your witty humor, your smile, your welcoming nature and listening skills too. Oh, and that face you make when you're concentrated on a task." Isaac extended his pinky finger out to her, seeking her pinky finger as they interlaced. "Pinky promise, my love."

As Rosebud tapped his face, Isaac reached for her tiny hand and kissed her palm. "You don't read...yet. I'll read to you, but once you learn, you owe me a lot of bedtime stories. We'll see what we can do with the matching jammies." Her list would continue, Isaac knew. He just had to be prepared for anything at this point. "I love you too babygirl," he mumbled, humming content as she nuzzled into him. Isaac lived for these moments. The love his niece meant the world to him, helping him feel like he was redeemable after all he'd done.

"We're definitely going to regret it," he whispered to her before chuckling, almost making a joke that being expectant parents was also, in its own way, welcoming chaos. Isaac was too amused watching the little girl debate his comment. There was no question that she was insanely smart. "Both it is, we just have to get big cookie done." He figured it'd be a while before her parents stopped by to pick her up. Isaac watched happily as Nettie and Rosebud shared this moment, happiness was brimming in his chest at the thought of this being his world in just a few months. He had hoped, but knowing it would be their reality, he could almost take a picture of this moment and frame it. Which he should. Sliding his phone out of his pocket, he focused the camera and took a few pictures of the sight before him. Surely, his brother would want to see what his daughter was up to. The whipped cream bag was a bit too big for her, but she looked so funny holding it. Isaac picked the best photo, and texted the picture. "Just like that! Your ghost looks so spooky. Here, let me get a picture of you for mom and dad." He pulled the plate closer to her and snapped another picture. Once he did, he used his index finger to pull some whipped cream from the cookie and placed it on the tip of her nose. "Now, you're spooky too."

[arcane-starling]

it truly is a humbling experience to see remnants of your old tumblr blogs around the website