#verse : tba.

[recre8ed]

@flybcll said → " it tastes better than it looks. " ( src. / accepting. )

Okonomiyaki doesn't look like the sort of dish that Hakkai would have selected if given the choice, but he's sure the hesitation to dig right in has given his newfound companion some level of reservation about having picked it. As such, Hakkai can't help feeling a little sheepish about his own behavior and guilty over his unreadability.

"I don't doubt that," Hakkai concedes. He had, after all, been the one to ask for recommendations. "It's different from the sort of thing I'd have sought out for myself. I'm not particularly picky, though, so there's no need to assure me about this sort of thing."

As if to back up his words, Hakkai promptly digs in. As expected, it's a perfectly serviceable dish; he'll have to tell Goku about it when they meet again.

[starsasunder]

@wingedthorne, cont. from here.

Though nostalgia was often wont to color the memories of childhood golden, Penacony was somehow exactly as she remembered it - neither dimmed nor brightened by the years. The din of the Reverie brought memories rushing back, and as Inanna stepped lightly from the ship that had brought her hence, she clutched her suitcase close and peered up in wonder. But she had little time to appreciate it, her thoughts derailed by the sudden murmur that rushed through the surrounding crowd. She had just enough time to spot him before they closed in, the mob of awaiting paparazzi pressing close as cameras flashed and newshounds yelled for her companion's attention.

Robin, the darling of Penacony, had returned home at last, and of course her brother was there to greet her. As shouts rose around them, the Bloodhounds pressed in, shoving back the most aggressive of the reporters. Space cleared around them and Inanna missed what was said between siblings in the midst of the chaos, spacing out a bit as she nervously edged closer to the pop star's side, Robin her lighthouse amidst the storm. It took only a few moments for the crowd to be pushed back and some amount of calm to be restored, but during that time Inanna receded into her thoughts, so much so that she did not notice his approach until he was upon her.

“Ah, Miss Issar, it’s lovely to have you with us again,” Sunday said with a smile barely concealed as he offered her a welcoming bow, “and I see you’re our newly esteemed vendor for spirits. May I take this as a sign that you will be spending some time on Penacony? And if so, may I consider this the beginnings of a wonderful partnership between The Family and the Luofu?”

Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, familiar and yet much deeper than she recalled. Dragging her gaze away from the Reverie's grand sights, she greeted him with a smile that grew quickly once she spotted his own. "Sunday," she breathed, finding that the noise of the landing platform faded away entirely when she focused on him - a blessed relief for someone who disdained crowds as much as her.

Her hand had been taken as if on cue, gloved hand holding it firm as Sunday brought it up to press a chaste kiss ‘pon her fingers. Golden eyes flickered up to her, his smile pressed faint before he pulled away. Time and presentation, immaculate as ever. To an outsider, he was merely greeting an old friend in pleasant surprise. “Hm, yet you must wish to settle in your rooms. I will call upon you this evening – unless you wish for an earlier time?”

"I see you're still a charmer," she huffed, a faint flush of color rising to her cheeks as his lips ghosted across her knuckles. "Do you have any idea how good it is to see you?" For a moment he stunned her, all effortless grace in a way he had never been when they were children. Then she remembered herself, and all the training she had undergone to be a sufficient representative for her family's business enterprise.

Sketching a Xianzhou-style bow in return, she rose and tucked a silvery-blue curl behind her ear, needing something to fidget with. "Later is fine. I know Robin has an entire itinerary to fulfill, and I bet the two of you would like some time to catch up." She could take some time to settle into her suite, perhaps explore the dreamscape a bit on her own. She would vastly prefer that to the storm of politics and pleasantries that would inevitably follow in these two's wake.

[frystsnow]

@riiese ㅤ𝐡𝐚𝐬ㅤ𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞ㅤ𝐭𝐨ㅤ𝐬𝐚𝐲 :ㅤ❝ i must ask you to surrender your weapons. this is a place of peace. ❞ (— Ingvar, who of course assumes Jack must have at least one weapon on him)

“okayyyy, but, well this isn't much of a weapon! and frankly speaking, even if it was, i don't think it would amount to much compared to—you.”ㅤand... how much of this 'you' was jack exactly speaking to? a feeble attempt to glance behind him in search of ground, noting how small the forest is beneath him. heights, jack can handle any day. a giant, on the other hand? his encounters with them have been few and far between over the centuries—surprisingly tending to be a reclusive kind, only found if they wished to be.

that doesn't change the fact that he is very much intimidated by having stepped into their territory though. he turns his attention back to the giant's countenance, a hand cupping his mouth.ㅤ“i don't think i could even offer this as a toothpick even if i wanted to!”ㅤjack waves twinetender to the giant's peripheral—or at least, he thinks he is? the spirit flashes a sheepish smile.ㅤ“so you'll find that i am absolutely no harm!”

[b0kksu]

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜ college au ;;

          PROMISES WERE A THING HE COULD NEVER KEEP, it was not as if Satoru was an indifferent or a cruel man, he merely was wanted by those around him. A lively soul, spirited && bright, the student body swoons over him with a charming dimpled smile, he’s rich beyond one’s wildest dreams; and his family owns half this nation. The ideal perfection in a pretty package, strangely, Dante has never asked of him. He could not seem to adjust, the eeriness of it all, yet he was polite, extending offers to enjoy the study sessions between them - physics, he jokes, his brain never shuts up, it was a perfect match.

     He had no indication of what comes after college, a flippant wave of the hand when the thick berry wine sat in his gut, he’d probably work for his family - everyone assumed otherwise. The time they spend together, it roots an inkling of desire he never once thought possible, a destiny that did not require to give all with nothing in return. “You need sleep” the ethereal being speaks with a gentle lilt, a song that dances on each syllable, he reaches to stroke Dante’s hair. How long has he been working? Satoru removes the books, assures that the bedding is warm, comfortable.

           Slender frame resting on the edge as he chuckles, “After midterms we have a break, perhaps, we can leave && go somewhere sunny, at this rate you won’t see graduation” how could he utter such things? When his own eyes were kissed in a soft bruised hue, red, formulations && data all wracked within his mind. Quickly, he moves to leave until he is stopped, stormy blue that flickers momentarily as his emotions conflict. He was accustomed to vanishing, when a night lingered too long or his presence felt weighted, a phantom like entity that would disappear come sunrise - fearful, anxious, fleeing in desperation to not be seen.

           Though, he felt horrendous, as if he couldn’t deny Dante’s request. The pit within his throat threatens to strangle him, he swallows it, allowing a brief second of sentimentality to sit heavy. “Yes” he would busy himself in the meantime, a meal to be shared, tea to wash it down. A dimpled grin as he chuckles, ruffling the other’s hair, “I’ll handle everything while you rest, don’t fret, you’ll start to have unpleasant dreams. When you wake, I’ll be here” leaning forward, a soft kiss was placed upon his cheek, a binding vow.

                                              “Promise, don’t fear anymore”

[usagimen]

      "Even I am concerned by the details of such a statement, care to explain more in depth over tea, @achroanimus? I have pastries as well - freshly made"

[dynmghts]

@4heart / hi <3 (for south dakota!)

you eye the woman for less than a few seconds, you think. maybe it was longer. either way, you can sense that she's about to say something, and in the bid to speak before she can get a word in- ❛ you kinda look like a bitch. ❜

[lwyrsdghtr]

@forebodes howard.

hamlin hamlin mcgill is not the ideal spot for a teenage girl to spend her time, but jade will take it. she’s made a habit of curling up in a particular spot in the break room while she pours over her school textbooks. you can tell when jade has been there simply by judging how the coffee supply has depleted. sometimes she wanders, making her way down to the mail room or the cornfield, as some employees oh so affectionately call it. most of the employees know she is by now, and she’s become somewhat of a runner for things like coffee and miscellaneous snacks from the vending machines. an afternoon can pass by easily enough like this.

while she’s on her way to drop off some snacks from the vending machine to some of the low level interns, she spots howard making his way down the same corridor. she doesn’t see much of him during work hours, nor chuck for that matter. their the namesakes, the busy ones, people she knows she shouldn’t pester. but a simple greeting wouldn’t be pestering, would it? no, she doesn’t think so.

“ hey mr. hamlin, ” she offers with a grin as she approaches, “ i’m here after school again. want a nutter butter? ”

[b0kksu-gone]

       The palatable taste of limbo, the body is not yet ready, like an offering that must be made there he remains in a state of stasis. A pale visage, merely but a wisp that moves about && there are times the lingering of a gaze can be seen, perfect blue - it’s hard to distinguish from the dreaminess of the clear skies. There’s an ungodly sweetness in front of him, sparkling gaze with a warm devilish smile, “You don’t have to scream to speak with me” boyish, bubblegum pink lips glossed && stained from strawberry syrup - his favorite. In every life, like the last, some vices were purely innocent, torment or remembrance may be his wicked indulgence.

     A form that changes, in vivid white, robes of teal with dragonflies embellished cloak his effigy, though he sits there, modern in style. Cropped hair, cherry red glasses, long legs crossed && gold upon elongated digits, painted pastel blue - gaudy, old, decadently rich. “How many times does this make it now?, @killerhubby” he scoops a large bite of the vanilla ice cream, licking the tip of his thumb, one eye remains closed && the rest manifest to watch the other - six in total, all wishing to know the truth, deception was never an option. “Old friend” the lilt in his voice becomes sharper, stern, a touch that was void of the sun && cool against the flesh, familiar with the scent of ginger && lychee, familiar like an embrace from one that no longer existed.

          “It’s not fair, you’re always one step ahead of me, born again && without a pulse. You shouldn’t meet old souls in places like this, didn’t I tell you before?”  

[heartstout]

The campfire popped and crackled, embers and smoke swirling into the vastness of midnight.

A hushed, dulcet baritone accompanied the symphony of crickets and the wind whispering through the trees.

“Et Eärello

Endorenna utúlien

Sinomë maruvan

Ar Hildinyar

Tenn' Ambar-metta...”

Noticing @vicit-vim-virtus stirring, Nenya still in his grasp, the stranger by the Elvish garrison’s fireside raised a hand to remove his hood. Striking yet somehow familiar features, framed by dark curls, were illuminated by ethereal moonlight. The Ranger studied Elrond’s features with keen, yet tender, blue-grey eyes.

“Would that you were ever so,” the Man murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Rest. Morning and its troubles will come soon enough.”

[aceparagon]

[ @flamesignite || continued from here! ]

❝Central, huh? I can't say that I've ever heard of that place before. Though, admittedly, there's places that I haven't been to yet as part of my job. Speaking of which, I'm Superintendent General Takeda Hikaru, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Colonel. I believe my rank would be the equivalent to a General, if I'm not mistaken.❞

She'll close the gap between them by offering a gloved hand out along with a bright smile accompanying it.

[inflame]

[...]

"oh, you're pretty fucking delicate." pronounced with an air of don't lie --- and a little bit of wickedness, if only in laura's word choice. "i've seen you go into hysterics over a cigarette." / @readbetween

[lifeforms]

"what's going on? do i need to call an underhanded coroner?" / ♡ @pu1itzer

[eternaelis]

❝ no need to get worked up, ❞ amara spoke smoothly, not bothering to ask permission before slipping into the nearest seat. she dusted off the chair with a casual elegance, crossing one leg over the other as if she owned the place. and why shouldn’t she? it was her nature to know the things better left to shadows, the secrets whispered only to the wind.

bloodshed, especially, always had a way of piquing her interest.

a faint smile played on her lips as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand, watching @nosp1n with an unsettling calm. ❝ don’t mind me, ❞ she added, her tone light, almost amused. ❝ i’m just . . . a witness, after all. ”

[ratkiing-a]

OPEN STARTER.

"hey !! no, man. no !! when you say shit like that you get me all riled up !! all riled up. i'm literally up to here right now !!"

[akuikami-aa]

the  destruction  hadn’t  yet  settled. shibuya  —  a  once  bustling  city  now  nothing  but  ash  and  death. a  mere  shell  left  behind  by  the  rampage  of  a  King. he  stood , soaking  up  the  feeling  it  gave  him. he’d  escaped  that  prison .  .  . that  brat , his  vessel  was  no  more. he  hadn’t  chased  the  kid  down  nor  had  he  planned  to. not  yet  anyways , in  due  time  he’d  get  the  fight  he  deserved  but  for  now  he  reveled  in  the  feeling  of  pure  bliss. 

he  looks  down  ,  four  arms  as  strong  as  ever. there  wasn’t  a  thing  he  couldn’t  do  now  that  he  was  in  his  rightful  body. the  preparations  uraume  had  made  gone  to  waste  now  as  he’d  taken  matters  into  his  own  hands. normally  he  was  a  bit  more  patient  but  there  was  someone  out  there  who  needed  him .  .  . needed  him  when  he  wasn't  locked  away. he  knew  he  was  superior , he  knew  he’d  thrive  without  anyone  but  his  soul  hadn’t  been  complete  since  he  lost  his  love. 

sukuna  wasn’t  someone  who  fell  in  love  nor  was  he  someone  who  cared  for  anything  other  than  himself. yet he’d  been  vulnerable  while  he  was  still  human  and  yet  he  considered  his  marriage  to  be  his  greatest  accomplishment  in  life. nothing  mattered  to  him  more  than  that. and  now  .  .  .  he  turned  when  footsteps  were  heard. he  could  feel  the  ache  in  his  soul , the  need  to  move  closer  and  the  desire  to  feel  him  again. 

“  my  dearest  love .  .  .  ”  the  king  stood  tall  as  he  looked  down. no  one  was  around  to  see  sukuna  as  he  dropped  to  one  knee  before  @fjaorhamr. not  once  would  sukuna  ever  be  caught  doing  such  a  thing  yet  this  man  had  a  piece  of  his  heart. no amount of time could change that. he  reaches  out  and  runs  a  hand  through  the  long  hair , pulling  out  the  tie  in  the  process.  “  you’re  as  beautiful  as  the  day  i  lost  you.  ”

[b0kksu-gone]

          “You’re not actually resting, are you, @kuidaorc? Come on, don’t make me the responsible one in all of this”

s.c.