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[sylleblosscm]

@heartxandxhome x

The son in the mother.

It is the first thing she sees; all she sees upon waking. Almost speaking Nyx’s name, faltering in time to keep her lips sealed. Had her companion made it out of Insomnia alive? She does not know - in all the chaos, the two had been separated. 

Luna tries to sit, but a wave of dizziness washes over her. The ring – yes, she can feel the weight of it nearby. Noctis, how he must be worrying so with the news of Insomnia’s fall. And Regis…dear Regis, cut down before his time. There is much to mourn, but much more to do. 

She looks to the woman once more, something about her putting the unsettled Oracle at ease. Finding her voice at last; wrestling with what to say. She wants to know if Nyx is well but to ask may be a cruelty unto itself. The woman may not know. She may know, and it may break her heart all over again. What can she say to the mother of the man who saved her life?

The words leave her at last, uttered through the veil of exhaustion. Ultimately it is no great leap of empathy, but rather years of good manners that win out. ❝It is good to finally meet you, Ma’am.❞  

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

Anonymous:

“I don’t recall you mentioning the boss is such a creep.” @Rain-dreams-and-wishes

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I’ll Show You How I Swing [accepting] / @rain-dreams-and-wishes

❝Hm?❞ Nagito's attention turns towards the new librarian as he scolds a group of students for their quietened chatter.

❝He's just a substitute, I'm sure he won't be here long. We can always read somewhere else if you like.❞

[heartsdefine]

a random starter from eleven for ylfa / @stormlit

        elle isn't stupid; she knows there's a potential for anything coming out of the upside down to be dangerous. that's why she doesn't wake hop when she has the dream she knows is actually real. that's why she grabs a flashlight and heads out into the woods to investigate on her own. because she also knows, somehow, that this being won't be dangerous to her. eleven feels as if there's some invisible thread connecting them, some sameness that she doesn't understand. and that's why she decides she needs to find them.

        so she picks her way through the woods in the drizzling rain, scanning the trees with her flashlight, squinting as the narrow beam of light cuts through the darkness. that's when she hears it; the sound of someone approaching. elle stops, frozen and listening. above the light sound of raindrops on the leaves, she can hear twigs snapping. an irritated growl. she swings around, leveling the flashlight on the space between two trees where she's pretty sure the sound is coming from.

        “hello?” she calls, uncertainly. “i'm here…” she's not sure if the person she saw in her dreams saw her back.

[draconicfool]

Luofu verse Yingxing has left Eros a little package, in it a tiny, about palm-sized and very pink shrimp plushie he made. There's a note attached that says 'Made in your likeness ;)'

"...y'er banned from Jing Yuan's bed f'er th'rest of th' time 'm here. Asshole." She is keeping it though.

[daybreakrising]

@immobiliter: would it help to talk about it? ( furina for vautrin! )

Talk about what? The words are there, ready upon his lips, but he doesn't speak them aloud. It is habit, to brush off probing questions that might trigger vulnerability, to avoid the subject so that he can maintain his pretense of stability. A habit that started young, and is now incredibly hard to shake. But this is not someone he feels he has to hide from, and he has a strong feeling that even should he try, she would see through him in an instant.

She has experience, after all, of playing an act.

So rather than dismiss her words, he instead takes a brief pause to gather himself, finishing the last of the wine in his glass as a means of extending his silence. He can trust her, he knows this without question. She has imparted upon him her greatest secret, had the faith in him that he would keep it for her. He has sought a means of repaying that trust ever since - she already knows the details of his return, of the centuries-long swim in an ancient sea, and what else about him could ever match the scale of her secret?

Nothing, truly, but... this, perhaps, can at least measure a fraction. A secret he believed he had carried to his death, never to see the light of day, yet now bubbles beneath the surface like a geyser ready to blow.

"I... hm..." A poor start, but he has always found it difficult to talk so openly about himself. He cannot look at her - not out of any shame, but perhaps a little embarrassment, because this secret is so... human. Such a small scale matter compared to all that she has witnessed and suffered through, and whilst that certainly doesn't negate its impact upon him, he still feels... silly, almost, for even talking about it.

He busies himself with pouring a fresh glass of wine, keeping his hands busy and his mind focused on a task. He doesn't usually drink more than a glass over dinner, but he needs some liquid courage if he is to speak out loud the secret his heart has carried for over four hundred years.

"Have you..." A sigh, a mental shake. Get on with it, blockhead, just say it. A familiar chiding voice inside his head that he can never argue against. "Have you ever been in love, Miss Furina?"

[drengar]

@qvartzdied requested a starter

When it came to taking care of children, he wasn't that educated for a father of four. He had attended the first time parent classes when Rei was pregnant with Touya. But those classes weren't going to do him much help here. Enji was present for most of Touya and Fuyumi's early years. But after that, he slowly distances himself for numerous reasons. He missed a lot of what came afterward.

To now be asked, after everything he had done came to light, to take care of three seemed like an impossible task. Even for the Number One Hero. Enji did try to get out of it for those reasons. But with how everything was still in disarray and many children displaced, the social workers were in a similar state as the hero industry. Bare bones and anyone still working was on their last leg. When that was thrown at him, how could he say no?

They gave him only a few days to make the adjustments moments to his home. Even that was something Enji had to fight for but thankfully they understood that he wasn't at all prepared to have one person, let alone three children, live with him. Once he had set his family up in their new home, they had all packed up and left. Only Fuyumi still had some things left at the estate but none of it would be useful to him right then. She was actually his lifeline in all of this. She was more than willing to answer any of the questions he had. Even offering to come and help him if he needed it.

Enji was just doing one more sweep of the estate to make sure everything was prepared to have kids running around it again. He was pulled from his current task with a knock at the door. Taking in a deep breath, he braced himself as he answered the door.

[nighthire-a]

" you knew about this ? " / @helpedtocreate

[voidfangs]

“secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood.”

secrecy by margaret atwood — @primalvessel ♜

[draytonite]

* " I'm not nothing. "

" ... I'm also good for nothing. "

Serious facade breaks instantly for his cocksure smile and his arms lazily finding their way behind his head. Just needed to break ice is all after the hubbub. No he wasn't here to antagonize him beyond a playful poke.

" From the ex-ex-champion to the ex-champion I'm glad all that's over. Whole lot better vibes even if you ain't taking all the work anymore. Eh. I'll live. " Drayton shrugs, tilting his head with lopsided smile. " You're right; doesn't mean anything anymore. Seem's like you got your beef's squashed and lookin' a lot more chilled out too. Ready to go back to the same ol' same ol'? "

@kierqn // *

[gumpistol]

@celestiialnotes asked: they'll never see you coming. - Koby

❝ They sure won't!! Because you're my friend and you won't tell them, riiiight Koby?? ❞ A laugh escapes Luffy's lungs as he gives a hard slap to the marine's back. While the gesture is warm and friendly, an observant person would note the slightest undertone of a warning in the pirate's cheery voice. Then, another more calm chuckle shakes his chest as Luffy's arm swings around the back of Koby's neck to pull him in a little closer. ❝ If you did, that would be reeeaaally bad, heh. ❞

INFILTRATION PLAN

[erabundus]

his expression is blank, yet he holds his phone in a white-knuckled grip so TIGHT it almost appears he means to break it.

[newfngs]

The Lost Boys.

@amberferris ; don't sneak up on people like that!

Michael's hands shoot up besides his face, palms out, a show of surrender. It wasn't as if Michael was being particularly quiet, but the Boardwalk had a way of drowning out everything that wasn't the screaming of teens or loud music drifting up from the ocean. He offers her an apologetic smile.

" Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, " He sounded genuine, at least, " ...But you'll have better luck in the store two down. This place overcharges. "

[accustiv]

@poltergei said: ❛ you’re not a monster, just a human. ❜ — dr. shin ju-hyeok.

there was a long pause, and i kept my gaze locked on the table between us, my jaw tense. i could feel him watching me, dissecting my reaction with his too-gentle eyes as the camera caught anything he missed. i didn’t dare to move, not for a while, barely even remembering to blink as i focused on each carefully controlled breath i took. i knew he could take just as much away from that as a genuine reaction, and i hated him for it.

“ is that your official diagnosis, then? ” i asked, lifting my gaze, finally, to find the psychiatrist’s face. “ humanity? ” i knew i was being facetious, that sarcasm wasn’t going to get me out of his office any time sooner, but i didn’t know how to respond in any other way. i’d made mistakes, countless ones, i’d lived a life where violence was as common after work drinks were for office workers, and i’d been branded as something i wasn’t a dozen times. and maybe i’d started to doubt myself, maybe after all this time, actually having to talk to someone, tell them the unfiltered truth - as often as i could stomach it - i’d finally broken that final wall down, and lost track of who i really was.

having to watch him watch that vulnerability made my stomach turn.

“ you know, i never said i was a monster. ” i argued, after another short pause, because i just couldn’t leave well enough alone. “ so is that what you thought of me when i walked in here? ” a bitter smirk edged onto my lips, and i pushed myself up to lean forwards, resting my elbows on my knees as i held onto his gaze, absorbing it and studying it as closely as he did to me. “ that would make you a better liar than i ever was, i didn’t suspect you for a moment. ”

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes / accepting!

@stormlit said: "you've gotten rather good." sasha & fig (okay idk how but bassist girlies unite)

        “i know, right! i'm, like, totally rockin' it.” fig nods her head along with the rhythm as she plucks at her beloved instrument, which also happens to be a deadly weapon. then she stops, sweeping her bangs out of her eyes to look the other over. “that's a—pretty sweet bass you got there,” she adds, quickly, then whips her head the other way, trying to play it cool.

[draconicfool]

@xianzhou-craftsman replied to your post “"Do you know, I really love you for your-" He...”:

"Sam... po? Did I not say it right?"

"...'m killin' him. 'm killin' him and he's dead t' me I don't care if he got me off th' Yuque, he's dead t' me."

[daybreakrising]

@resolutepath: from the moment we met, i knew. ( kaeya to wrio )

It's a quiet corner of Fontaine where they sit across from each other beneath a sky just turning from dusk. Situated in the space between them is a half-drunk bottle of wine and two glasses - one significantly emptier than the other. He does not often partake in such refreshments, but it was brought as a gift by his companion, and so... he can stand a glass or two for the sake of courtesy.

Wintry eyes linger upon the countenance of the other, contemplating the words so recently uttered into the quiet. I knew. He doesn't need to question what is meant by that: he recognises the sentiment, understands what topic the captain has diverted the conversation to in this moment. Gone is the surface cheer that had accompanied him here, the charming smile faded into an expression far more sombre than he has ever seen upon his face.

They will not be overheard here: he is safe and confident in this knowledge, for it is his own garden that they sit in - though no one would know it. This overworld home of his is unremarkable amongst its neighbours despite its grandeur within the city, a house that is too big and too empty for a man who finds comfort in a metal box beneath the waves. It is his in name only, but it has its uses: such as a private conversation with a visitor from overseas.

"Oh?" Though his tone is light, casual, his gaze is not. There is an intensity there as he locks onto that single visible eye across from him - but it is not a challenge he offers, merely... intrigue. "And what is it that you think you know, Captain Kaeya?"