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[alealueur]

@soaringly * ✲ 『 plotted starter 』

Something did not feel right. Battle was supposed to be a place to release the emotions he was not allowed to feel. It was what allowed him to keep himself in control. Seeing his enemies as nothing more than inanimate obstacles was key to get through each fight. Cutting them down without a second thought was supposed to be simple, and yet that girl—Veyle, her name was—she... disrupted this thinking. The people by her side too, he could not grasp their ways.

However, the last battle was... won (was it? Surely it was due to the fact he left alive in the end; if had failed, he should have not moved again). The exchange of his blade and his foes were fuzzy in his mind if even present. Why could that be?

The intense throbbing in his head might be the answer. The sharp burn that accompanied each one felt horrendous. An echo of a different voice screamed from within, and the fell dragon could not make sense of its cries outside of giving something back to it. His head felt as though it was splitting in two. He could not think of anything or even get a sense of where he was now, but at least it seemed he was well within safe territory, the castle that acted as their main operating chambers.

How had the scenery changed so much since the last time he recalled anything? There was no clear memory since the last time he had met with that girl alone out in some field of sorts. He had parted ways with her and then what? As much as he wanted to understand, the coursing pain running through his skull prevented it—a hand reaching to press at his temple to ease the pain. He must... see to this, but only Zephia would know why this was happening (why was he hesitant?).

Without any other choice, Alear sought out the mage dragon's quarters. Keeping close to and pressing a hand against the wall for support, he dragged himself along, hoping the woman would have a cure for this confusing mess of sensations. The burning sensation was even traveling to his chest now and causing his pulse to spike; his breath was quickening as if oxygen was being stolen quicker than he could take it in. If he didn't hurry, he could only feel bad things happening.

Upon finally locating her, Alear finally found it in himself to speak. Straining his voice to force out something to garner her attention, he called out to her as he fought for an inch of breath, ❝ Zephia. ❞ It hurts.

[csmistcres]

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 | @soaringly!

it had been quite a day for elyse , and that was an understatement. she took a another big step in her life. she has been a nurse for a while now , mainly in the pediatric unit, but she was no stranger to the others. the hospital she worked at was recently purchased by some billionaire with no experience in medicine , purely for a business opportunity. another way to have his name on a wall. as a result, it didn't take long at all for the hospital to turn to shit. for lack of a better word. for a nurse who usually enjoyed every shift , it was crazy to think to think that was no longer the case. but the reasons were right there with the day to day operations. it was no longer about the patient. instead, it was about how much they could draw out of patients and their families. the crack that had been forming in her split opened. so she quit. she was overworked & exhausted. it was time for an extended break. she didn't know how long or didn't care.

it has been a whole week since she had seen harvey. of course they had texted here or there a few times , but between both of their busy schedules neither had the time. until now that is. she walked in to the tall building pearson specter litt was housed, checking in and being let back to the elevators so she can use one to go to to Harvey's floor.

what happened when she got there was unexpected. when his eyes met her , his lips were on hers within a couple seconds. she forgot about all her troubles for the time being. her hands wrap around his waist and when their lips disconnected, she smiles up at him. speechless. it took her a few heartbeats for her to regain it, just in time to answer his question.

❝ well , can't a girl visit the best closer in the city to see him? ❞ she asked, before biting her lip. ❝ and I have some news. I quit my job at the hospital. I am done. ❞

[summonerengaged]

starter for @soaringly​

She really hoped she wasn’t intruding, truly. But during that last fight, she couldn’t help but notice something about the wyvern rider’s choice of weapon. She had no idea how Failnaught had ended up in Elyos, but it was worth a shot asking anyway. 

The white and gold clad summoner materialized in the Somniel’s plaza. 

“Rosado, first of all- adorable outfit as always. Second, May I ask you something about that last skirmish?”

[pctaldrunk]

@soaringly​ asked   :    [ DINNER ]    --    h.aibara to ran !   -   SO YOU HAD A BAD DAY (ACCEPTING)

[ DINNER ]: having learned that the receiver has had a difficult time lately, sender arrives at their door with their favorite dinner and drinks.

The doorbell rings and she hastily kicks feet into slippers with RELIEF, wiping her face and smoothing her hair as she crosses over to the door.  More than being alone at home, she hates prolonging the part where she feels sorry for herself - a girl her age should be more than happy to have the vast and empty detective agency all to herself, but - it’s coming up on about a week now that her father and even the child that SHOULD be in bed by now for school the next day - have ended up at the police station far later than usual for some case or other. It’s always a case, as it turns out, when it comes to everyone in her life, the traitorous voice in her mind whispers - and is it really selfish, to FEEL invisible in her own life, when it’s so easy to?

As a precaution she peers out the peephole FIRST - and then swings it open, voice colored by surprised - “Ai-chan?”  Peers around the corner, and then down the stairs. “...Agasa-hakase isn’t with you? Did you walk by yourself?” Brows furrow as she steps aside to let the other in. “I ought to call him and give him a scolding.” Purses her lips. “I’m afraid Conan-kun isn’t here right now...” Those two were as thick as thieves sometimes, and she had no idea what they plotted. “But if you want to sit with me for a little while, I can make you something to eat - oh. You brought sandwiches from downstairs?”

[fodlansbestmom]

Satisfy you or die trying. Thst certainly a promise to withhold. She knew Sylvain might’ve have plenty of practice, but she did not. The littlest things made her satisfied , despite being so greedy. This was new territory, and she’s going to enjoy it best she can.

her breath hitched before she let out a soft moan. Already she’s addicted to his tongue, to how it glides expertly on her burning skin. “Mm…just don’t burn yourself,” So warned quietly before she gently rolled her hips into Sylvains face. “Y-you’re only mortal, can I not have concern for you?”

fodlansbestmom​:

Sothis still wasn’t entirely sure how she got in this situation, with Sylvain of all people, but she was not complaining. How could she? A hand grazed down her bare midriff before fingers slid through red locks.

“Mm, I’ll admit, I’ve never been worshipped this way,” she admitted with a hitched breath at the bite her thighs were quite sensitive, especially as it’s where her crest mark was. Her legs spread abit more for him, her skirt shifted a tad to expose damp panties. “ Think You’re able to withstand my heat, Syl?” So far so good, but she was 110 degrees after all.

he’s jerked forward by her touch, lithe fingers curling into his hair in a sharp tug; it’s a little mean … just how he likes it. the shape of her crest mark is haloed in a faint , golden flush  –  & he has an abrupt urge to find out just how far up the sheen of color goes. as her legs part, he finds solace between them, swaying toward her heat .

he glances up at her with a practiced smirk. it’s not as effective when his eyes are glassy with desire , “ what kind of man do you take me as ?  i’ll satisfy you, or die trying. ”  tongue reconnects with flesh, trailing a hot line to her dripping center. he laps her softly , a tentative rythmn against her peak, spit wetting the fabric so that it clings to her shape. a groan builds at his throat as her taste spills onto his tongue.

[mswyrr]

Death is the Original Green Witch and she is tender, soaringly romantic, gallant, stunning (something about how they styled Aubrey in the final eps was so ethereal?? guh!! Though I also genuinely dig Rio's skull face) and queer af. That is CANON baby.

[somestorythoughts]

Some Immortal Parker

Alright, lets try writing some more of this:

Parker enjoys it when technology changes, specifically when security measures changes. A security change means a little more danger, because it's new and she has to adjust and whether that's a problem depends on more than whether she expected the change, but they're also fun. A new safe or lock or laser grid is a challenge, and Parker loves a challenge.

And like many people with passions, she retains a fondness for security systems that have gone out of style. Well. It's mostly for old safes that haven't been made in decades. There's definitely times when she looks at someone's security measures and thinks "if you wanted to keep this money/diamond/gold-and-ruby-bracelet safe you should have updated five years ago."

Technology just changes, so much, and she's at the top of her game and having fun with it.

She's happy with what she's doing now. And she works alone, because she's not good with people and she took the lesson of being left for the cops the first time it came and never took that risk again. The few times she works with people after that, she plans multiple escape plans.

It takes her a while to stop planning her outs when she starts works with the team. The first time she catches herself planning how they would escape, her entire body stalls. Eliot looks over when the movement in the corner of his eyes then nudges her out of it and doesn't ask questions when she says she's fine.

She's not sure what to do with that realization.

Later she realizes that she'll outlive them, and it will hurt.

She's heartbreakingly, heart-soaringly relieved to find out they're as immortal as she is.

[urlocallesbiab]

for a long time i couldn't settle on a precise timeline of when exactly do dirk and todd each fall in love and then realize the feelings, and what do they do about it, and now i think some things have finally clicked into place

for dirk, it's the instant he meets him. it's a nebulous feeling then, somewhere between boundless excitement about a new friendship and a giddy crush, too large and joyous to be fully examined and understood; it simply is, and it's fuck-off happy.

throughout the next few days, he gets pangs, deep and fluttering and breath-catching pangs, when todd agrees, helps out, acts brave, accepts, when todd chooses him, despite everything; but it doesn't fully settle until that day in the woods. they're so close, having actually great time, side by side; they nearly die together; todd's hands are soft on his face — and it washes over him, crystal clear, decisive, as he sees this man stand before him in full light, open and honest and ugly and trusting and raw, the truth simply reveals itself to dirk: "i am in love with this man. i love him."

but still, it's more of a friendship to him at that point; having a friend is so new, incredible, mind-blowing, and todd's platonic affection is so dizzyingly tangible, and "i am your friend" is everything dirk could have ever wanted in his entire life. he is perfectly, absolutely happy, and honestly doesn't wish for anything else.

then he's alone; he's alone for quite a while, and he begins to want. he fantasizes about what he can't have, and since he can't have anything, he thinks about everything — his desires reach further, encompass more; the dreams grow more frequent, more tender, closer. "he's perfect" with a hopeless, breathy, utterly-in-love edge to it.

and finally they meet, and god, the want does not go away. s1 is a crush developing into a bright, sure love, and s2 is love developing into a lovesickness; s2 is when dirk pines. he casts yearning looks after todd; can't help but think, forlornly, unthankfully, "oh, but what if he kissed me. what if he kissed me. oh, please, please"; reaches out to catch todd's hand and never does; puts space between them, bristle and brittle and too-close-to-something; hopeless. he gets awfully drunk, professes undying love, makes out with todd harder than he ever did in his whole life, and in the morning pushes it all away and under the rug; it was all magic, wasn't real, didn't count — not in the way dirk wanted it to count. and then altogether too many awful things happen, and he mostly worries about that.

when todd is back by his side, it is such awesome undescribable joy, there's no space for anything else; they're alive, alive, alive! and they scramble to stay alive quite a bit, after that. when dust and horror and otherworld strings settle, it's neither peaceful acceptance nor painful longing; dirk is happy, warmly fully brightly soaringly happy, and also hopeful. he wants some things for himself. he's not fully sure how to go about that, but he does, and he will.

***

for todd, there’s not a certain moment of falling; it's all a mess, frankly, a whirlwind, an ugly mix of apprehension and annoyance and hatred and trust and excitement and lies and truth; it's too much to think about. he doesn't have a perfect understanding, or a good label, but he does have a ratty t-shirt, a dry mouth and a swoopy stomach, determination, and some earnest words. "i'm here because i'm your friend," — whatever it might mean between them. it means everything.

then it's even worse of a mess, despair, sleepless nights, running, chasing, some shapeless feeling haunting him, some vague suspicion rising in his stomach, restless, a romance growing and snapping, settling into a soft "lets not talk about it", some vague suspicion tensing in his chest and lungs, something, almost; and then, somewhere inbetween seeing dirk in the middle of some fucking field and losing his mind with delirious glee so badly he just screams, and making an indignant face at the question of "you blew up life for this?" (what, like he wasn't meant to? like there ever was another option? like there's any life worth living that isn't this?) — somewhere inbetween that, it becomes, suddenly and fully, so very clear. he is in love.

it's a simple feeling, one he doesn't examine, because there's not much to examine; it's bright as day, calm, steady, existing. he doesn't feel guilty about it, or conflicted, or pained: frankly, he's got more important things to worry about. he folds his hands around dirk like a hurt bird, gentle, careful, gives him space but coaxes him out, confronts but comforts him, plays their little jokes and gives their grand speeches, stays just behind and dashes forward, saves him, saves him, saves him, with all he's got. he speaks his mind for dirk, honest (almost; to the plea of "why, why, why—", "this is all for amanda" is a good lie, an almost-truth, stable, a reasonable choice). he does, with all his heart, the right thing.

even when they kiss, he almost doesn't feel guilty — if he scrunches his eyes real hard, he can nearly convince himself that it's all magic's fault, that things happen, that dirk has (should have) probably forgotten, that it's alright; that he shouldn't bother his best friend with all these weird feelings when dirk's mentally struggling and that he won't, that it's okay, really. soon enough, he's got much worse things to worry about; and much worse things to actually feel shameful over.

when dirk swoops back to save his life, radiant, this gets maybe a little bit harder to control. it's still devotion, steeled, forged, but maybe a little more fervent, with grasping touches and unchecked decisions and unfiltered words; affection spills out of him, unbound, bold, feverish, when he looks dirk in the eyes. it's unclear whether dirk sees it or not; it doesn't matter at all.

they emerge utterly victorious. they celebrate, and hold each other, and todd doesn’t have the space anymore to pretend that he would choose anyone, anytime, over dirk. the future before them is unpredictable but so hopeful, so promising, and he feels alright, truly, actually alright; and his inhibitions feel maybe a little bit cracked under the exultant weight of everything, and especially dirk's hand. he'll figure it out, he guesses. honesty is the game.

and i don't know yet what'll happen in my version of s3, but that’s for Sure the season where they confess and get together, though not without drama, obviously — a lot of drama, as is due.

[agentnico]

Wicked (2024) review

Look, I’m not gonna be one them sods who makes a “this is a wicked movie” jokes. Nope - I won’t succumb to that level. Just don’t look at my Letterboxd.

Plot: Misunderstood because of her green skin, a young woman named Elphaba forges an unlikely but profound friendship with Glinda, a student with an unflinching desire for popularity. Following an encounter with the Wizard of Oz, their relationship soon reaches a crossroad as their lives begin to take very different paths.

I recall my wife really wanting to see the original stage production for her birthday, so I took her to the West End show and it was alright. Fun songs and a great production, but I have never myself really cared for all things Oz-related. Especially with Wicked, which essentially feels like a Harry Potter-riff with the primal location being Shiz University, that might as well be called amateur Hogwarts. Mind you, when I made this observation, my wife snapped back “oh my god, it’s almost as if all wizard schools have to be Harry Potter related!!”. I get it, Wicked has a humongous fan base and this movie is going to make so much money. It’s actually crazy to think that we may be having the most strongest box office thanksgiving in a long while, with Gladiator II, Wicked and Moana 2 all releasing one week from each other. However Gladiator II in my eyes was a major disappointment (except for Denzel!), Moana 2 we shall see, and as for Wicked? Well…

I wonder how many audience members are going to get pissed off when they find out that this is a Part One? I’m aware that when this movie project was first announced it was mentioned that it was a two-parter, but in the marketing there has been absolute zilch about two movies, so I’m guessing some casual moviegoers are gonna be like “what in the f***?!” in the screenings. However speaking of the two parts, the original stage production is about 3 hours long. Now take this - Wicked Pt. 1 happens to also be nearly 3 hours long. Yet it finishes at exactly the part where in the original play the intermission happens. So I’m totally bamboozled as to how they managed to extend the first half of the play into 3hrs, as me and my wife both agreed that the story beats are pretty faithful to the original source material. So I must give props to this film’s pacing, as you never really are bored and the events that transpire play out with solid energy from beginning to end. That being said, you totally do feel the run time. This movie is long, so thank goodness they split the movie in two. Heck, should have made it a trilogy of films, cause if we look at The Hobbit, Peter Jackson and his team managed to make three major motion pictures out of a tiny little children’s’ book!

The narrative isn’t the only element that stays faithful to the stage musical, as also all the songs are performed in nearly the same way. It’s really common in Hollywood productions to change-up/modernise songs from stage to screen, yet here with Wicked they keep the same spirit, so it was lovely to see them be respectful to their origins. Also let’s not lie - these songs are absolute bangers. Me and my wife were listening to the soundtrack on the drive back and having the absolute best time!

Let’s talk about Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande. Look, I’m going to base my thoughts sorely on their performances within the film, and not judge them on their real-life issues, whether it be Grande as a homewrecker (it’s times like this I’m happy to have my wife, as she spills all the goss) or with Cynthia Erivo’s online hysterics over the edited Wicked poster. In the movie itself though these two are fantastic. Cynthia Erivo’s voice is just something else, and I recall when I first saw her in the thriller Bad Times at the El Royale back in 2018 where she solo performed “This Old Heart of Mine”, and I knew she was going places. Now as Elphaba she performs those songs with such soaringly raw and vulnerable emotion, that it truly is incredible to witness. Those of you who are familiar with the original stage production, just you wait till you hear her belt out “Defying Gravity”. If you know you know. As for Ariana Grande, the only time previously I’ve seen her act (aside from SNL) was when she cameo’d as herself in Zoolander No. 2 as the latex BDSM orgy girl. Take that information as you will, but my point is I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing her acting chops till now. As Glinda she really riffs of the spoiled Mean Girls energy, and I must say she managed to really deliver a fun and comedic performance. There were some solid laughs in my audience during some of her bits. Also, I know we’re never supposed to comment on people’s physical selves these days, but I’m genuinely worried about Grande’s health. We can see every bone in her body, and her face looks drained of all life (and it’s not simply due to her no longer wearing fake tan) - just hoping she’s okay. But yep, performance wise solid stuff, and in fact the movie’s best scenes are when Grande and Erivo share the screen together, as they both have wonderful sisterhood chemistry. Jonathan Bailey as Prince Fiyero brings some real Chris Pine energy with charm and charisma a-plenty, and Peter Dinklage made for a loveable goat. However the rest of the cast left room for more to be desired. Michelle Yeoh feels really miscast as Madame Morrible, as her ‘performance’ came off more as if she was reading lines of a teleprompter - so wooden and flat. Jeff Goldblum as the Wizard of Oz goes full Goldblum which not much else to add. And Ethan Slater as Boq was a waste, as Boq in the original play is the main source of comic relief, however in the movie he was so bland and boring. But I guess he was on set mainly to entertain Ariana Grande - oh yes we went there!

Here’s a strange one though - the film feels as if Kevin Feige and the MCU were in charge of making it. It’s a common conversation how most Marvel movies have a very digital bland look to them, and the company’s approach to colour grading (or lack of) makes for really cheap looking final products. Well Wicked looks like a Marvel movie. The world of Oz is supposed to be the goat when it comes to overly vibrant and saturated sets and aesthetics, and yet the world in the film looks like it does have colour, yet has this greyish filter over it that makes it look bland and kind of ugly. I do also think that director Jon M. Chu struggles a little with directing massive big crowd dance sequences, as most of those scenes in the film seemed really messy and disorganised, almost as if it were a school production.

I found myself to enjoy Wicked way more than I expected, mostly due to its two central female performances, the great soundtrack and a surprisingly energetic pace for a 3hr long movie, but also I can easily knit-pick the other weak cast performances, the dull-looking cinematography and direction. As a date night movie though me and my wife had, and yes I’ll say it - a wicked time! See you next November for Part Two!

Overall score: 7/10

[gointothevvater]

9 for the ship prompt!

Nathan voice: You got it! 🖤 .

Though he was busy setting his cufflinks in place, Charles stopped to look up and disbelievingly ask, "You're wearing red?"

The gown was a sheer floor-length thing, beaded and shimmering in the light of the many lamps littered around the London flat. It looked like Murad's work; St. Cecilia was a big fan of his designs. "I thought you liked when I wore red," she replied. She sat on the ottoman beside the front door, carefully buckling the ankle strap of one of her soaringly high heels.

"I do." His cufflinks now secure, he sat beside her. As small as the ottoman was, though, he had to sit quite close to her, his thigh pressed to hers. Her Cherry Smoke perfume made his head spin for a moment. "But you don't." "Well, your tie is red." With her long nails, she struggled with the tiny buckles, and she eventually tossed her legs across Charles's lap. "We need to match, don't we? I can't clash with you!"

He was more than happy to help with the buckles, and as he did, Charles said, "You look beautiful, if that makes you feel better."

St. Cecilia laughed, grabbing his tie to pull him close. Against his lips, she said, "It very much does." Her lipstick was red, too, and it was likely smeared over his mouth now. He didn't mind.

[csmistcres]

continued from here ! | @soaringly

it felt like one minute they were discussing his case, and before they knew it the bottle of the finest whisky was poured into matching lowball glasses, the case long forgotten. a distraction was needed, so he wasn't complaining whatsoever. david and harvey were enjoying themselves. reminiscing about harvard and beyond. the good, bad. the ugly. not a care was given to anything happening on the other side of the glass paned walls of the law firm. not that there was much going on anyway. all they knew is that it was well after dark. his husband was working a graveyard at the hospital. david takes a gulp of his drink before placing it on the coaster on the table in front of him, a sigh escapes his lungs as he looks to harvey sending a sympathetic smile. “ i am a firm believer in second chances. you have made mistakes, so what? everyone makes mistakes. you just have to let yourself move on from them. don't live in the past, especially if you can't fix it." he had mistakes too. so many times he wishes he could hit a redo button. “ i have faith in you harvey.”

[deathfavor]

what does your heart look like?

molten lava and charred flesh

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

a bird struggling to get loose

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

tagged by: @ofsavior​ ( thank you! )

tagging: @shackld ; @sortilegii ; @furiaei ; @ofgravitation ; @soaringly ; @prxenuntius​ ; @barrenstars ; @lendmeyourpower ; @unmachine ; @undescension​ ; @ashrifts​ for multimuses do either the ones you have the most muse for and/or ones you wanna show off more <3

[anonymusbosch]

soaringly heartsick for LA county nature - the steep mountains and high cliffs of the San Gabriels, the mountain streams, the desert just an hour away, the alpine forests and breaktaking ridges and zones of elevation which divide the hillsides into seasons which winter descends down and spring climbs up in waves, the rushing waterfalls and bare expanses and secluded canyons - and the speciation and diversity of ecologies that wraps its fingers into the granite where even the north side of a ridge can have wildly different climate from the south. the brutality of the environment which sweeps from the Mojave over the peaks and nearly down to the valley produces so much beauty that goes more or less untrampled by industry or pasture. the San Gabriels reclaim, often, what man thinks right to build - Tongva paths survive but roads and buildings do not. I want to feel the air grow thin at 8,000 feet and I want to be fast on my bike on washed-out roads with no cars. if I'm going to be alone today I want it to be Alone. I want it to be wrapped in the embrace of the canyon walls with nothing but hawks and ravens for company or out on the bajadas of the Mojave with the Tehachapis snowsoaked and the buckwheats flowering along seasonal streams. I want the isolation to make sense and I want to come home sunscoured and windchapped and tired as hell. let it sting a little. I want to feel it all.

[summonerengaged]

The response is almost immediate, while not thinking about what the words were.

“Oh, happy Valentine’s to you too!”

And then the wish of a happy holiday settled in her brain.

“Wait, did I seriously forget Valentine’s Day?!” She paps her cheeks, hazel eyes staring down where she was floating. “I guess all that time in the bracelet threw me off time wise, it’s February already?” 

She remembered celebrating a holiday similar to it back in Askr, and Valentine’s even existed back in her world, so hearing the familiar title was a change of pace.

“I would’ve gotten you guys in the army something, it’s just that gifts can’t touch me...”

‘hang on, what’s happening?’ -summonerengaed, for Rosado

meme     ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ♡     @summonerengaged id. :  rosado

" what do you mean : ' what's happening ' ! " when she doesn't react , he huffs & places hands on his hips , " well , don't worry about it , i guess ! it's only the most romantic time of the year ! "

rosado usually prefers his all outfit in all black , with little pops of colour ( that match the strands of his hair ! ) to accentuate the fit . however , it feels intuitive to switch it up today . with the commissioned help of a seamstress , the bows on his top , the straps on his thighs & the PLUSH BOW in his hair are all a deep velvet red . to tie the look off , he's adorned a red crystal pendant at his neck -- very cute , if he's allowed to say so himself !

he really , really does love valentine's day . it's really just an excuse for him to tell all his friends how much he loves & appreciates them , without them feeling too weird & put out about it ( apparently , they don't really just ... randomly do that around here ? ) . anyway . " oh , i'll guess i'll be the first to say it then . happy valentine's day , kiran ! " he blows an air kiss at kiran's translucent form .

[ubiquitousidol]

WHICH TRAGIC DEATH WOULD YOU SUFFER?

THE SACRIFICE. you die saving the thing you love. maybe it is family, friends, perhaps even a cause. they will carry your face with them for the rest of their lives, and every milestone they pass will make them think of you. it does not matter because you won't be there to experience it with them. years down the line, they will meet people who do not even know the weight of your name upon their skin. this is what your selflessness gets you in the end.

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[floratics]

I ... I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT THIS BLOG LMAOO !! I’M GOING TO BE ON SOARINGLY - WHICH IS BASICALLY JUST A MAIN BLOG VERSION OF THIS ONE !! PLS FOLLOW ME THERE INSTEAD ; u;)/