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more men should be called mom

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti + flowers

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“Not killing people is really hard.                                             Clean living is tough.” Ind. Sel. Killua from HxH

promo image by @strebcr​ 

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Q:  What  color  character  are  you?

Dark Blue Character

Dark Blue characters are kindhearted and responsible, driven to care for others around them. They are good at strategizing in the heat of the moment, but are also quite impulsive and rush into things without a plan when they are fired up. While calm people and patient teachers, they are quite hotheaded and not afraid to stand up for what they believe in. Their sense of morality guides them, both into battle, and into healing. They get along with a wide range of people, but do have a temper that causes them to get into short-lived disagreements. They don’t like to be seen as inferior, as much of their strength comes from the softness inside of them. They like being needed and helpful, and want people to agree that they know what’s best for them, although others can get annoyed at what they perceive as nagging. They take turns being the voice of reason and the reason for the voice. They can hold their own, and believe in respecting everyone as long as everyone is respectful in turn.

They often had to grow up fast and mature early, which they both take pride in and resent. They are likely to join a just cause on a whim, and do what it takes to develop the skillset they need to best help the cause, although they prefer to be at the center of the action. If they feel no one is doing anything and it needs to be done, they’ll step in. They are often close to prodigies, having some sort of incredible skill that they can expertly hone. They are inspirational and have a lot of emotional maturity. They can both maneuver people through their hardships and inspire them to rise up. They can often ignore their own feelings and needs in the process of being a sort of martyr for others, however, and can grow resentful when no one pays attention to them like they do for others. Dark blue characters need people in their lives who will encourage and uplift them in whatever cause they choose to support, as well as give them space to talk out their feelings. They also need others who will recognize when they are taking too much responsibility on, and take some time to give them care and support and affirm their willingness to care.

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The city had been an absolute sight to behold, filled with so many lights and sounds, as average people went about their average day. Atticus had decided to sit down on an empty park bench close to the water fountain, only to be surprised to see Chrollo finally returning while offering him a donut, probably from that cafe they heard about from that hotel manager. He knew that when anyone mentioned any type of sweet, it will always pique Chrollo's interest.

Well, they had been waiting for some time now, and he was starting to get a bit peckish...

With a smile and a quick thank you, he graciously took the powdered treat and began to scarf it down. He could already hear the voice of Cicero in the back of his head, scolding him for being such a messy eater, especially in public. But unfortunately, his stomach was getting the most attention right now.

The older woman's sudden presence, however, caused the white-haired man to nearly choke. Now with his eyes as wide as saucers, looking like a kid who just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar, his shocked state only got worse as the women thought of him and Chrollo as a couple.

While it was true that Atticus had looked up to him, always admiring his keen intellect and wise perception of others. He had given them a place, a purpose in the world, with open arms. Always putting the Troupe in utmost priority, his kindness to them was unwavering. He could go on and on about his deep love for Chrollo, but then we'll be here all day.

But...why did the idea of them being together in a romantic sense not seem so bad to him...?

"Mmp-Muh?" He tried swallowing the rest of the donut down, face now flushed in embarrassment, trying not to speak with his mouth full as all that seemed to come out was incoherent nonsense.

"U-Uh...Ma'am? I-I-I'm sorry, but I think y-you're confu-"

He couldn't even get the rest of his sentence out before Chollo finished it for him. For now, he would just bury his face in the sleeves of his shirt, not wanting to continue to look like a fool to this sweet, albeit confused, lady.

He barely even heard the other's question once the woman left.

"Yes...it was good..." Was his only, muffled, reply to him.

@sewn-with-gold​​​​ said: 💍 (For Chrollo!)

( TENSION SYMBOL MEME )  💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

   “  Here.  We’ll  be  waiting  a  bit  ,  so  I  figured  you  might  like  something  to  eat.  “  Chrollo  remarked  ,  handing  one  of  the  pastries  he’d  gotten  from  the  nearby  cafe  to  Atticus.  Such  at  least  was  the  explanation  the  spider  head  offered  ;  whether  it  was  really  that  or  the  man’s  own  sweet  tooth  kicking  in  was  a  mystery  to  anyone  else.

   Although  his  arrival  seemed  to  be  impeccable  as  he  sat  down  beside  Atticus  and  watched  an  older  woman  tell  Atticus  how  lovely  it  was  to  see  such  a  lovely  young  couple  out  on  this  old  street  and  her  did  you  know  this  used  to  be  a  big  couples  street  back  in  my  day  ?  You  should  come  visit  with  your  boyfriend  at  night  -  

   Chrollo  could  have  helped.  His  silver  tongue  had  certainly  gotten  him  in  and  out  of  far  worse  situations  than  this.  But  he  said  nothing  at  all ,  busy  eating  the  powdered  donut  with  chocolate  filling  he’d  gotten  himself.  Humans  truly  were  so  odd  and  yet  interesting  ,  he  mused  to  himself  as  he  watched  the  older  woman.  She  knew  nothing  of  them  ,  yet  so  willingly  shared  bits  of  herself  without  hesitation  or  concern.  The  illusion  of  safety  -  unaware  of  the  spider  web  that  laid  inches  from  her  should  she  potentially  capture  a  thief’s  attention.  But  Chrollo  cared  little  ;  merely  idly  listened  and  observed  with  a  polite  and  engaged  expression  that  betrayed  nothing  of  the  ruthless  and  cold  man  he  really  was.

   “  Mm.  We’ll  keep  your  words  in  mind  ,  ma’am.  “  Chrollo  finally  speaks  up  with  a  pleasant  smile  ,  wiping  away  a  bit  of  chocolate  from  his  lip.  “  Thank  you  so  much  for  your  insider  advice.  Local  knowledge  certainly  beats  any  pamphlet  or  website.  “  He  simply  smiles  at  her  comment  of  such  polite  and  handsome  young  men  !  before  she  carried  on  her  way.  Chrollo  turned  towards  his  pastry  again  ,  unfazed  despite  the  situation  that’d  just  unfolded.  “  .   .  .   Hm.  The  hotel  manager  was  right.  That  cafe  is  very  good.  “  He  muses  thoughtfully  ,  glancing  towards  Atticus.  “  What  do  you  think  ?  “

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Details: Le Grand Saint Michel, Raffaello Sanzio - 1518

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(@elxsticlxve)

actually i’m kinda not liking your energy right now

*turns you into a pillar of salt*

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Atticus had already felt each individual nerve inside of him screaming in anxiety at just the thought of one of the Troupe members becoming seriously injured, but knowing that it was the young Kalluto that was currently suffering and soaking his kimono sleeve in a pungent crimson as the open wound continued to bleed and fester, made the white-haired man feel outright fretful.

He had to remind himself to stay calm, Atticus was used to being the stand-in medic when Machi and her skilled needlework weren't present. Years of patching up any homeless or sick individual arriving at the Church had proved useful in aiding his fellow members. He just needed to apply pressure to the wound before disinfecting it and wrapping it up in clean bandages. Luckily, he always came prepared in case of situations like these.

His gut sank though as the young one uttered those words, speaking of the pain he had suffered with such a restrained tone, as if it didn't matter.

He knew that Kalluto was a capable fighter, very capable. He's not blind to others' amazing Nen abilities.

But it was absolutely cruel for what the Zoldykes' did to Kalluto, to all their children. Stripping them away of their innocence and sense of agency. Turning them into their pawns, using them for their own personal uses.

Children aren't supposed to fight the adults' battles. He would take that proverb to his grave.

He noticed how the other seemed tense, almost afraid as he spoke. A million apologies were on Atticus' tongue, yet he refrained lest he makes them even more anxious.

With a calming breath, and after reciting a small internal prayer, he spoke in the best-composed voice that he could muster.

"Because I care about you. We care about you." He softly reassured the young one. Trying to make them understand that he cared. That they cared.

"You don't deserve this kind of pain. You don't deserve to be punished for a simple mistake," he spoke so softly, so genuinely. "All that matters is that you're alive and well."

After he was finished wrapping up the injury, he finally looked the other in the eye and offered Kalluto an easy smile.

"Besides, you're one of us. We look out for one another, right?"

@sewn-with-gold​ said: bandage patch them up when they get hurt. (For Kalluto :3)

( NONVERBAL STARTERS ) bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

   One  would  think  a  child  would  be  more  prone  to  reaction  when  injured.  But  Kalluto  had  maid  no  complaint  even  as  blood  dripped  down  the  sleeve  of  his  kimono.  He  hadn’t  even  intended  to  treat  it  until  one  of  the  others  had  insisted  looking  at  it  for  some  reason.  Ever  the  obedient  child  (  excluding  disobeying  one  major  rule  of  is  father’s  )  Kalluto  had  sat  down  and  let  the  other  see  the  wound.

   “  Why  ?  “  The  question  came  out  softly  as  he  watched  Atticus  treat  the  wound.  “  It  isn’t  necessary.  I  mistimed  something  and  such  wounds  are  punishments  and  teaching  lessons.  “

��  He’d  endured  far  more  and  far  worse  in  training  ;  this  was  nothing.  “  It  doesn’t  bother  me.  The  electricity  training  Father  and  Mother  have  us  do  is  worse.  The  blade  wasn’t  poisoned  either  ;  though  it  wouldn’t have  worked  anyways.  “  Not  entirely  true  ,  but  there  were  few  poisons  he  wasn’t  accustomed  to  or  completely  immune  to  so  it  was  mostly  true.  Pink  eyes  watched  quietly  now  ,  seeming  to  have  no  understanding  of  the  fact  what  he  said  would  be  concerning  to  most.  

   Was  this  is  a  trick  ?  A  trap  ?  That  didn’t  seem  likely  but  that  didn’t  make  the  assassin  and  troupe  member  stop  from  glancing  around  with  sharp  eyes  carefully  before  regarding  the  other.

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Mariano Fortuny (Spanish, 1838-1874)

The Flower Maidens, from Act II of Wagner’s Parsifal, 1896

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Character archetypes ;

The Ancient Star

A being from somewhere distant, far from here. Ethereal, enigmatic, mysterious, kind, and a catalyst for greatness in others.

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Atticus: "Proverbs 10:12; Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs."

Hisoka: *Exists*

Atticus:

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"it's already twelve?" (From Chrollo, surprise surprise)

ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

"It would appear so," The white-haired man chuckled. Looking at his oldest friend with a small amount of amusement as the other in return looked bewildered at the current time.

This wasn't the first time Chrollo had been too preoccupied with a piece of literature that he would sometimes let the day go by. Often forgetting to do basic functions, such as sleep or eat. He had been at his usual spot in the back of their new hideout this morning, resting on the aging yet comfortable chair that he has claimed as his own by the slightly cracked but open window, letting the morning light in, and he hasn't moved since. From the tattered cover of the book, Atticus could make out the familiar title of "King Lear" and knew that it was the reason why it held the other's interest for so long.

Well, it was a good thing Atticus was always there to shake him back to reality with promises of slumber and nourishment. He can understand getting lost in a good book, often times he was just as guilty of doing these things himself, but big growing boss' still need to eat. And he was making Udon.

"Come, I'm making lunch. You can finish reading after you've ate," He called over his shoulder as he made his way out of the room.

Maybe he'll make some matcha tea to go along with it.

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ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ➼

"pull me closer..."

"coffee or tea?"

"get the blankets."

"I'm turning up the heat!"

"it's fine. you're here now."

"look at the moon..."

"my hands are cold." "is that a pickup line?"

"ugh, finally!"

"remember that time...?"

"do you want to sit?"

"have a coffee."

"let's share."

"oh, it's adorable!"

"shall I start the fire?"

"ugh, you make me dizzy."

"you're my happy place." "don't get cheesy on me."

"you smell nice."

"hold my hand. please."

"did you make that yourself?"

"that smells so. good."

"what film?"

"this is somewhere I feel safe."

"I'm going to fall asleep..."

"it's already twelve?"

"it's just how I remember..."

"look, look!"

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draping a blanket over their sleeping body

knowing how / if they take their coffee

squeezing hands

splitting a cake in a small café

spinning around together until you get dizzy

crashing together on the couch after a long day

knowing each others' tells

watching the rainfall

jamming out to the radio at midnight

cooking for the sick friend even though they're bad at it

lighting candles

snuggling in a blanket in front of the tv

hiccuping tears into their shoulder

rocking back and forth in their arms

pulling out that favourite hoodie

/ the collection of stolen hoodies

staying up until midnight to talk

roasting burnt marshmallows

sneaking out to look at the stars