enjomo-arch - Tumblr blog

[enjomo-arch]

hey   hey   hey   !  azz decided to archive ( no surprise )

i  prepared  my  new  cozy  place  and  after  a  year,  we're  leaving  this  blog  to  rest  as  a  great  memory.  i  needed  it  definitely  and  if  you  want  to  continue  the  super  cool  writing  journey  /w  me  -  you  can  find  my  new  blog  under  the  same  url  or  in  this  link.  it  was  a  good  year  here,  and  hopefully  a  new  good  year  will  come  on  my  new  place. 

all  threads  and  asks  will  be  moved  and  continued  on  my  new  blog.  i'll  go  through  my  followers  and  try  to  refollow  ya'll  as  well 

[enjomo-arch]

hey   hey   hey   !  azz decided to archive ( no surprise )

i  prepared  my  new  cozy  place  and  after  a  year,  we're  leaving  this  blog  to  rest  as  a  great  memory.  i  needed  it  definitely  and  if  you  want  to  continue  the  super  cool  writing  journey  /w  me  -  you  can  find  my  new  blog  under  the  same  url  or  in  this  link.  it  was  a  good  year  here,  and  hopefully  a  new  good  year  will  come  on  my  new  place. 

all  threads  and  asks  will  be  moved  and  continued  on  my  new  blog.  i'll  go  through  my  followers  and  try  to  refollow  ya'll  as  well 

[enjomo-arch]

hey   hey   hey   !  azz decided to archive ( no surprise )

i  prepared  my  new  cozy  place  and  after  a  year,  we're  leaving  this  blog  to  rest  as  a  great  memory.  i  needed  it  definitely  and  if  you  want  to  continue  the  super  cool  writing  journey  /w  me  -  you  can  find  my  new  blog  under  the  same  url  or  in  this  link.  it  was  a  good  year  here,  and  hopefully  a  new  good  year  will  come  on  my  new  place. 

all  threads  and  asks  will  be  moved  and  continued  on  my  new  blog.  i'll  go  through  my  followers  and  try  to  refollow  ya'll  as  well 

[enjomo-arch]

hey   hey   hey   !  azz decided to archive ( no surprise )

i  prepared  my  new  cozy  place  and  after  a  year,  we're  leaving  this  blog  to  rest  as  a  great  memory.  i  needed  it  definitely  and  if  you  want  to  continue  the  super  cool  writing  journey  /w  me  -  you  can  find  my  new  blog  under  the  same  url  or  in  this  link.  it  was  a  good  year  here,  and  hopefully  a  new  good  year  will  come  on  my  new  place. 

all  threads  and  asks  will  be  moved  and  continued  on  my  new  blog.  i'll  go  through  my  followers  and  try  to  refollow  ya'll  as  well 

[enjomo-arch]

hey   hey   hey   !  azz decided to archive ( no surprise )

i  prepared  my  new  cozy  place  and  after  a  year,  we're  leaving  this  blog  to  rest  as  a  great  memory.  i  needed  it  definitely  and  if  you  want  to  continue  the  super  cool  writing  journey  /w  me  -  you  can  find  my  new  blog  under  the  same  url  or  in  this  link.  it  was  a  good  year  here,  and  hopefully  a  new  good  year  will  come  on  my  new  place. 

all  threads  and  asks  will  be  moved  and  continued  on  my  new  blog.  i'll  go  through  my  followers  and  try  to  refollow  ya'll  as  well 

[enjomo-arch]

hey   hey   hey   !  azz decided to archive ( no surprise )

i  prepared  my  new  cozy  place  and  after  a  year,  we're  leaving  this  blog  to  rest  as  a  great  memory.  i  needed  it  definitely  and  if  you  want  to  continue  the  super  cool  writing  journey  /w  me  -  you  can  find  my  new  blog  under  the  same  url  or  in  this  link.  it  was  a  good  year  here,  and  hopefully  a  new  good  year  will  come  on  my  new  place. 

all  threads  and  asks  will  be  moved  and  continued  on  my  new  blog.  i'll  go  through  my  followers  and  try  to  refollow  ya'll  as  well 

[enjomo-arch]

hii cool moots in my phone !! i've been thinking about it for a whole day and i came to the conclusion that i want to remake my blog. i've been on this blog for a good year since i started writing ace on january but it became a bit too cluttered with over 5 thousand posts in here. and while i cherish all of the 5k posts and the blog holds great memories of my writing journey, it also holds some i want to forget about entirely.

i'm not sure yet about this decision since i don't really like moving like at all and i don't want to be an inconvenience to people so my final decision will come soon enough.

[enjomo-arch]

𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄. a headcanon based portrayal of SIR CROCODILE from e.iichiro o.da's series ONE PIECE ────── treasured by mob.

[enjomo-arch]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔  ?

honey  yellow  you're  sweet,  but  you  pack  a  punch.  you're  very  into  love  when  you're  in  it,  and  it  can  be  a  really  beautiful  thing.  you  love  your  love  very  deeply,  and  it  breaks  your  heart  when  things  end  with  someone.  you  tend  to  think  that  people  will  be  your  soulmate,  when  it's  unlikely  that  they  are.  maybe  it's  time  that  you  get  those  hopes  under  control,  before  they  come  back  to  bite  you  in  the  rear

tagged : @infloresco tagging : @chatcambrioleur , @celestiialnotes , @kiriage and ur other blogs sev MDGSFD, @3style , @vulpesse & you !

[enjomo-arch]

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃  ?

BLUE  CODED  blue,  a  study  in  wisdom,  belief,  and  knowing  when  enough  is  enough.  you  know  yourself  best,  but  you  know  the  way  the  world  works  even  more.  you've  been  wandering  in  this  world  a  little  too  long,  and  maybe  that's  the  problem.  you're  a  wanderer,  a  vagabond,  an  oracle,  and  a  prophet  all  the  same.  who  are  you  when  the  curtain  call  drops  the  last  encore  on  you?  do  you  dance  behind  the  scenes  for  a  job  well  done  or  are  you  already  planning  your  next  show?  take  a  breather,  for  a  moment.  enjoy  what  you've  done,  enjoy  what  you  have,  enjoy  the  world  that  you've  been  wandering  for  so  long.  this  world  is  so  much  better  when  you  realize  that  some  of  it  is  worth  living  for.

tagged : @todestochter tagging : @vulpesse , @raidblue , @kiriage , @swoonji , @3style , @celestiialnotes , @isutoburu & you !

[enjomo-arch]

RED DEAD REDEMPTION II  • scenery [90/?] —Armadillo After Sundown

[enjomo-arch]

@3katanas , zoro : 🌿🍒 (if you're still accepting?)

amidst  the  lively  time  of  a  festive  celebration  on  the  straw  hat's  ship,  where  the  air  is  filled  with  laughter,  clinking  mugs,  and  the  sounds  of  joy,  ace  found  the  swordsman  sitting  beneath  a  sprig  of  mistletoe.  the  deck  outside  is  adorned  with  twinkling  lights,  and  the  scent  of  spiced  drinks,  food  made  by  the  blonde  cook  and  the  ever  loud  voice  of  his  little  brother  sharing  his  silly  nature  along  with  the  rest  of  his  crewmates.  

here,  it  was  much  more  quiet  and  zoro  did  not  look  like  he  particulary  wanted  to  be  in  the  centre  of  so  much  happening  at  once.  ace  slowly  sat  down  beside  him,  placing  a  mug  filled  with  bitersweet  rum  he'd  bring  to  soften  the  atmosphere. ❝  oi,  ain't  ya'  gonna  celebrate  with  'em  ? ❞  he  asked  curiously,  but  the  same  question  could  be  thrown  at  the  fire  fist  himself  as  well.

ace  looks  up,  noticing  the  mistetoe  to  be  a  witness  of  their  conversation  and  as  well  as  a  push  for  the  fire  fist  to  follow  the  tradition  it  carried  with  every  christmas  festive.  his  hand  reached  to  embrace  zoro's  own,  bringing  it  up  so  the  chapped  lips  pressed  a  small,  fleeting  kiss  against  his  wrist.  the  same  one  that  holds  one  of  the  powerful  katanas  during  battles.  he  smiles  against  zoro's  skin,  pulling  away  as  quickly  as  he  leaned  in  the  first  place. ❝  come,  let's  have  some  fun  with  my  brother,  yeah  ?  ❞

[enjomo-arch]

[enjomo-arch]

he practiced tilting his hat for half an hour in the bathroom before ordering that drink for law

[enjomo-arch]

walking  bag  of  money  he  is.  maybe  the  boss  wasn't  so  off  with  that  statement.  most  of  the  generals  were  this  way.  when  a  war  unfolds  on  the  lands  and  the  military  takes  whatever  it  is  on  their  way  -  they  keep  serving  not  only  as  a  symbol  of  strength  but  a  bag  of  money  for  the  noxus  itself.  the  more  the  words  sank  under  his  skin,  the  quicker  the  truth  crept  over  his  flesh.  but  it'd  be  too  easy  to  admit,  and  ace  wasn't  eager  to  do  so.  

his  silence  meant  as  an  avoidance,  in  some  way.  pulling  himself  away  from  the  talk  only  to  let  the  adrenaline  of  upcoming  show  pump  the  firey  blood  in  his  veins  a  little  faster.  unfortunately,  but  patience  was  not  among  his  assets.  a  reckless,  impatient  commander  but  such  a  good  one  no  one  questioned  his  ways  if  they  worked  in  the  favor.  

his  words  a  mere  brush  around  his  ear.  of  course,  if  it  was  a  game  then  there  were  some  rules  despite  how  much  ace  loved  to  break  them.  after  all,  that's  what  they  exist  for,  right  ?  they  are  there  to  guide,  not  necessarily  to  follow.  at  least  that  was  the  word  '  rules  '  on  his  own  tongue.  he  answered  with  a  mere  wave  of  his  hand.  if  he  had  to  wait,  it  was  perfectly  fine  with  him.  he  was  in  no  hurry  at  the  moment  to  return  to  the  ranks  of  the  army. 

❝  yeah  yeah,  'm  gonna  wait  as  long  as  y'wanna.  yer'  place  after  all.  ❞  his  words  followed  with  a  small  huff  coming  from  his  nostrils.  ace  did  not  mean  to  be  intimidating  to  him,  but  to  other  opponents,  well.  even  his  title  alone  could  raise  respect  from  people  pouring  blood,  sweat  and  tears  within  the  fighting  arena.  ❝  show  me  what  to  do,  where  to  wait.  enjoy  yer'  show.  yeah  ?  ❞  his  freckled  features  brightened  with  a  cunning,  almost  sly  grin.  all  sharp  teeth  and  bark.

⟐ 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 . 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐒 .                                            dimples  embed  in  the  company  of  a  wry  smirk  ,  tongue  poking  out  slightly  ,  wetting  his  lips  .  a  gratuitous  smack  of  his  lips  &  fingers  rubbed  the  angle  of  his  chin  ,  the  prick  of  his  beard  poking  the  small  ridges  upon  the  pads  of  his  fingers  .  the  dark  auburn  hair  between  the  grooves  of  his  pectorals  was  short  &  neat  ,  following  the  boss’  quick  work  breaths  .  ❝  aren’t  all  of  you  ?  most  of  ‘ya  are  the  main  money  bags  of  this  pit  .  ❞

                                            wasn’t  often  someone  could  stroke  their  ego  so  much  ,  they’d  back  it  up  with  a  title  &  a  stream  of  broken  names  .  though  ,  sett  figured  this  was  just  a  normalcy  beckoned  by  being  a  country  born  noxian  .  though  the  ionian  wouldn’t  strictly  align  himself  with  the  concurrent  rise  of  noxians  inhabiting  this  archipelago  ,  he  was  among  the  blood  curdling  bastards  that  grounded  the  shores  of  ionia  with  their  boats  ,  stampeding  the  flourishing  life  that  inhabits  this  lone  region  .

                                            his  ear  twitches  sideways  ,  not  quite  classifying  himself  as  in  touch  with  politics  nowadays  ,  but  it  always  seemed  aimed  at  him  .  he  was  the  bastard  child  of  a  noxian  ,  therefore  deeming  him  as  one  of  them  .  he  knew  how  they  worked  [  ;  ]  what  they  are  coerced  into  doing  ,  how  they  portray  power  .  there  was  not  one  of  these  thugs  he  hadn't  met  that  acted  like  they  were  worth  every  speck  of  coin  &  time  .  sett  was  willing  to  make  this  stereotype  apply  to  the  commander  that  showed  up  at  his  doorstep  ,  despite  what  he  claims  .  hell  ,  he  did  it  himself  .

                                            golden  brown  eyes  adjust  to  the  shadow  that  now  lingers  over  him  ,  watching  the  man  now  removed  of  that  annoying  black  armor  .  he  isn’t  intimidated  [  ;  ]  far  fuckin’  from  it  .  he’s  fought  warriors  as  big  as  this  show  off  ,  ridden  in  wolverine  concavities  embedded  with  raw  ire  .  some  have  lived  to  retell  these  stories  ,  some  haven't  .  corpses  are  tossed  in  the  ruins  once  loaded  on  the  cart  ,  while  the  triumphed  are  boiling  in  their  sweat  &  the  epidermis  surrounding  the  ball  of  their  knuckles  ripped  into  .  sett  keeps  his  smirk  ,  matching  the  other’s  confidence  .  ❝  patience  —  can  at  least  do  me  that  much  ?  i’d  said  i’ll  get’cha  a  show  ,  don’t  wanna  fight  an  already  exhausted  fighter  ,  do  ‘ya  ?  ❞

[enjomo-arch]

° • * ˚ ⁀ ➷ @enjomo , a tender love letter ( happy fox day ) : " Happy birthday Ahri." Ace cheers as he gives her a necklace made of animal bones from his hunts over the seas. There's also some little gems he's found, pretty seashells and an animal skull with ornaments craved within the hard surface of the bone. " Some little gifts I thought I'd bring back to ya'. Glad I ain't late to celebrate your birthday. I did remember." he gives her a small, warm smile. Tipping his hat softly in a manner of respect.

　 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐳𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 ( she is the ruinous vestige of time - old godhood / beasthood, her sentiments sprout and coil around what remains of her like flowering vines ) . there is neither shame nor modesty in her gaze whilst the she - fox observes his gifts: claw - tipped fingers gently brush against each item, with a motion so languid that it allows her to memorize every texture and every detail, every shape and every form [ ... ] her myth might have stretched through the centuries, far beyond the initial expectations of the all - mother, but now she finds herself in the possession of something that she wishes to carve into memory / etch into the very marrow of her bones.

above the crown of her skull, plush audits wiggle with unbridled glee. there is a merry sway to the languorous movements of her tails, which is also mirrored by the hearty expression that now unfurls across beauteous features ▬▬ cherry - hued tiers part into a love - sick simper, her pupils grow larger and larger with each second that elapses between his surprise and her eventual response. although one hand is still occupied with the gifts, the other diminishes the distance between them in order to find his own and tightly hold it ; to be worshipped is something that she has long since grown accustomed to [  ... ] but to be loved is an entirely different matter, it is something so addicting that ahri has to hinder herself from clawing her way into his ribcage / where she may curl and sleep, where she may forever be warm.

the woman - fox leans closer then, nuzzles the tip of her nose against his chin before pressing a tender kiss onto sun - kissed flesh. ❝ i would have never forgiven you, if you missed my birthday. ❞ a taunting jest, she is equal parts lover and trickster. ❝ you will stay here for a while, right ? let's celebrate together. i still have some bottles of wine in my cottage and i can prepare something for you to eat, too. ❞

[enjomo-arch]

Bruises and Bruising

WORDS

“Where did you get those?”

“Is that…. somebody’s hand?”

“Is that… a bootprint?”

“It’ll look worse before it looks better.”

“Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.”

“Do you want some painkillers?”

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”

“How’d you get a black eye?”

“I know you don’t do it on purpose, but I wish you’d stop coming home bruised.”

“I like the new look. It suits you.”

“Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”

“Talk to me.”

“You shouldn’t end up with bruises because you disagree with them. You know that, right?”

“Will you tell me how it happened?”

“Come and sit with me.”

ACTIONS

(send ‘+reverse’ to reverse the roles, or specify which muse is which!)

[sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth.

[care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)

[shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.

[offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.

[stay] – sender offers receiver a place to stay, so that – wherever they got these bruises – they don’t have to go back.

[concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.

[home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go).