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[squaletta]

Squaletta lazily lifted her head, taking her time as if she had no intention of responding right away. She could feel her body slowly waking up, but she wasn't about to admit that she enjoyed the rest. Finally, she sat up, running a hand across her face as if wiping away the remnants of sleep.

"You are bold to wake me." She said dryly, though a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, barely visible with her head still turned away from him. "You know if you did it wrong, you would probably be missing a hand right now, don't you?"

She stretched, looking completely unbothered by the fact she had taken a nap against his back. "But you are lucky. I'm hungry. Shouldn't have let you work for so long, but since you looked so peaceful, I decided to let you be."

Her tone was still that mix of sarcasm and mock indignation, but her eyes had a playful spark. "Alright, Yamamoto," she continued as she stood up. "If you are going to take me to eat, you would better make it worth my while. Because if you feed me something boring, you know what will happen."

She walked toward the door, flipping her hair with that signature, arrogant flair. "Come on then, my loyal servant. I deserve a reward after the sacrifice I made sleeping on you."~ She gave him a teasing smile, though there was something in her expression that hinted she appreciated the rest more than she would ever admit.

Having set her hair aside so it wouldn’t get yanked by accident when he inevitably adjusts his posture, he went back to reading over the documents, making some corrections wherever necessary, and writing a small report with a pencil on the back of one of his pages. He’d later type up the report later- but he couldn’t do so now with Squaletta leaning against his back, sleeping(?)

He wasn’t sure if she was actually sleeping or simply resting, but she was usually so busy that he didn’t want to disturb her rest. Yamamoto didn’t mind patiently waiting until she ‘woke up’ to grant him more range of freedom to move about. Allowing her to borrow his back to get some well-deserved rest, he was quietly getting his work done.

By the time he finished reading over everything, enough time had passed that she’d inevitably be awake now. He doubted she was much of a heavy sleeper, so it probably would take a simple tap on the shoulder to wake her up.

“Think it’s time for you to wake up now, Squaletta. Can’t have you getting mad at me for not waking you up sooner.”

He didn’t know what her schedule was like, but if allowing her to take a restful nap would result in him getting scolded—oh well! It’s not like it would be the first time she’s scolded him, haha!

“We could go and get something to eat if you’re hungry. You waited a while for me to finish working.”

His treat.

[squaletta]

send 🫂 for three useless headcanons I have about our muses (for Sarina)

Both are survivors, so I see them both understanding when not to ask further.  They both remain quiet for the other to ponder in introspection and silence.  Squaletta may be loud like her canon self, but she probably enjoys the quiet and serenity of Sarina.  Sarina is bound to surprise the other woman by asking about Squaletta’s past after the academy years.  It helps the synergy between two comrades further should they tag-team.

Ten years later Sarina (35 years old I think?) and current Squaletta can safely ‘gossip’ or what Sarina calls as ‘collecting intel’ on the latest happenings within the many factions of the Vongola family.  They collect each other’s opinions on the matters over their lunch break.  Other times, they are probably complaining about Xanxus’ temper, Belphegor’s laziness, Levi, and the recent recruits' newbie moments.

I can see Squaletta giving Sarina tips on various swords considering one of Sarina’s cloud-dice weapons is a sword.  Meanwhile, Sarina gives tips on the mace, battle ax, and other weapons she has in her cloud dice.  Squaletta specializes in the sword, while Sarina is a “jack of all trades, master of none” type of warrior.  Sarina takes notes, as each swordsman is different in their style.

They probably gather in the kitchen with Lussuria cause it is the only safe place from Xanxus where they can talk smack.  The chefs would appreciate it more if they all talked less and got more food prepping done.  Still, do they look like they wear aprons?  Squaletta probably cuts vegetables with her sword, Lussuria and Sarina are both using military grade combat knives to peel the potatoes…

[squaletta]

Squaletta crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips as she listened to Yamamoto's words. After that, she rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Fine, fine. I can be generous enough to let you keep your precious jackets for the winter months. I wouldn't want you freezing to death on my account." Her voice was laced with sarcasm, though there was also a playfulness.

"But let’s be real, Yamamoto. You’d still hand me your jacket in a blizzard if I asked." She tossed him a teasing glance.

His generosity was incredible, and she didn't understand it sometimes.

"And as for the Varia reimbursement, well, good luck with that. Imagine the paperwork. I bet Tsuna would have a stroke just trying to process the request." She shrugs nonchalantly. Everyone knew Tsuna hates paperwork. The idea amused her immensely.

Yamamoto casually shrugs his shoulders. He was just doing whatever he would for any of his friends, really. If one were to classify Yamamoto’s personality, one of his traits was that he was a giver- and that was something he inherited from his Pops. You could see it as gentlemanly from an outside view, but he was just like this in general.

“If you keep stealing all my jackets, then you won’t have any others to borrow in the future. I may start requesting the Varia to reimburse me for my lost jackets.”

He chuckles at the thought. He could just imagine the look he’d get if he told Tsuna to send a reimbursement request to Squaletta for all the jackets she borrowed and never returned. He was sure her face would be one of confusion and stupor.

“It’s a good thing that I run on the warmer side, so I don’t mind it- but do let me keep my jackets for the winter months.”

He laughs, even though he knew that if she really needed the warmth, he’d hand over his jacket to her, or at least offer to help warm her up by holding hand, or lending her a scarf.

[squaletta]

Squaletta took a wild bite of the sushi, savouring the taste.

"Hmm… not bad, Yamamoto. It's surprisingly good."

"You know, I expected something more… predictable from you, but this?" She gestures to the sushi with a tilt of her head. "It’s bold. Clean, sharp flavours—kind of like your fighting style. But there's a complexity here I didn’t think you had in you."

She took another bite, letting the silence stretch for a moment. "If you can keep making sushi like this, maybe you should consider opening a restaurant."

Chill. Stay calm and not show too much. Really Yamamoto's face will betray him if he doesn't. Her joy consuming what was his trembled rain's body on the inside. Maybe the good feeling of contentment helped swallow some of it down.

Kept his smile while making humble words, "You're not wrong. Say an attempting upgrade right now." Was nothing like his dad but tried what he could. "Seems you like it."

[squaletta]

Squaletta stood near the edge of the ballroom, her gaze flicking across the sea of carefully orchestrated elegance with mild disinterest. The season’s debutants, the shimmering gowns, the fake smiles—it all felt so… predictable. She adjusted her gloves, a slight smirk playing on her lips as if she were quietly amused by the grand performance unfolding around her.

She wasn’t one to blend into the background, and she had no intention of doing so tonight, either. Squaletta's smirk deepened as she noted the subtle glances her bold appearance had already drawn from the other guests. The striking crimson gown she wore was enough to turn heads, but the fact that she had left her hair loose—wild and untamed—was practically scandalous in such circles. She revelled in it.

The young lady enjoyed provoking a reaction. Her crimson dress was bold like her nature. She ran a hand through her loose, blonde locks, eyes gleaming with amusement. Let them whisper. Society's approval has never been something she cared much for.

She finds it more fun to stand out than to blend in…

It wasn’t long before her eyes caught the approaching figure. Count Dracule Mihawk. She didn't know him well, but she had heard from other girls that he was a man of few words and even fewer public appearances. As he spoke and extended his hand towards her, she studied him for a moment, weighing his words before placing her hand in his, allowing him the formal kiss he intended.

"Forgive? There’s nothing to forgive, Count." She replied, eyes meeting his with a boldness that matched her reputation even though she bowed politely. Her Italian accent was noticeable. "I admire boldness. After all, we are here to make an impression, are we not?" Her tone was smooth, yet there was a clear undertone of challenge.

"Squaletta Superbi. It’s a pleasure to meet someone who isn’t afraid of stepping out of the shadows." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze never wavering.

The ballroom was filled to the brim, as it was customary for the first ball of the season. Even the Count had to admit that Lady Danbury had positively managed to outdo herself this year.

While he wasn't exactly one to attend such events, it would have been improper to decline the invitation, especially since the older woman had been so pleasant with him in the past and helped him somewhat integrate into society after he'd arrived to London from the outskirts of Barcelona. Count Dracule quite enjoyed his solitary life, especially with the estate he lived in being just outside of London, close enough to society and everything he needed and wanted should the whim urge him so, yet far enough to avoid awkward and falsely pleasant conversations with other nobility.

Another reason for Mihawks unwillingness to join in on the occasional soiree was Lady Whistledown. While not much of a man for gossip, he did read the occasional issue of the paper, finding some of the topics there rather controversial, though who didn't like one or the other controversy. The author had yet to write about him, though he very much would have liked to avoid being labeled as an eligible bachelor like it happened to Lord Bridgerton some years prior.

The ball had been in full swing for a while now, and besides a few shorts conversations with some of the more curious nobles, his time was rather event-less, all until his eyes caught quite a curious sight. A young lady with quite the character by the looks of it, somebody who definitely stuck out from the crowd. Now that was something that piqued his interest.

Footsteps took him around the dance floor towards her, a small yet pleasant smile on his face as he inclined his head towards her. ❝ Forgive my boldness, miss, though I couldn't help but notice your quite fierce nature. Count Dracule, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. ❞ An elegant hand was held out to take hers in his with the intention of placing a kiss on top of it.

@squaletta / plotted Bridgerton starter

[squaletta]

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[squaletta]

𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧, 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫💋

Squaletta's dynamic with Dino by @whiskeysmulti

[squaletta]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

Squaletta's dynamic with Dino by @whiskeysmulti

[squaletta]

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 '𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲

𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲? 𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲?

Squaletta's dynamic with Dino by @whiskeysmulti

[squaletta]

❤🎶 Dino x Squaletta

Send ❤🎶 for a mini playlist for our muses~- accepting!

.Whiskey. White Shirt Collar by Lvly

Walking hand in hand on the ocean floor Down deep we wander Louder we'll sing, no there is no cure In this together

I don't wanna tell you that it's not, that it's not real Nothing is a fairytale Everything about you is so un, is so unreal It won't be pretty when it ends

Now how could I leave With your sweet love on me, yeah yeah Something about you always makes it harder When you got my lipstick on your White shirt collar

Fuck Away The Pain by Divide The Day

You think your life is done, he took it all with him So you drink enough for it to wash away the sin Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye You can take it out on me if you like

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain Fake it like you love me, come on, baby, touch me Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name While I fuck away the pain

Clarity by Zedd ft. Foxes High dive into frozen waves Where the past comes back to life Fight fear for the selfish pain It was worth it every time Hold still right before we crash 'Cause we both know how this ends Our clock ticks till it breaks your glass And I drown in you again

'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need Chasing relentlessly Still fight and I don't know why If our love is tragedy Why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity Why are you my clarity?

[squaletta]

Squaletta, do you like flowers?

Squaletta raised an eyebrow at the question, her lips curling into a thoughtful smile. "Flowers, huh? Yeah, I like them." She admitted, her tone was softer than usual. "I’ve always had a thing for forget-me-nots. In some countries it calls scorpion grass. Small, delicate, but they carry a lot of meaning. Kind of like a quiet reminder you can't ignore."

She paused for a moment, then added with a smirk. "And spider lilies. They've got a certain edge to them, don’t you think? Beautiful but with a hint of danger. Just my style."

[squaletta]

Squaletta took a moment to admire the plate the blond chef had placed in front of her. Her eyes admired the beautifully arranged tuna carpaccio. The scent of citrus hit her immediately, and she couldn't help the soft smile that crept onto her lips. It was a genuine appreciation.

"Carpaccio, huh? You’ve got good taste." Blonde remarked as she leaned back slightly in her chair. "Lucky for you, this happens to be my favourite." This handsome chef knew right away what she would like.

Her smirk widened at his offer to feed her. She raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "I didn't know that you offer such an extra service here. As tempting as it is to have a chef like you personally serve me, I think I can manage. Thank you."

She would show her coldness to some men right away, but this blond guy was… weirdly cute. He was blond, and he could also cook, so he had extra points. Did he really call her mademoiselle?

@squaletta asked: 🍽️ ⇶ Sanji

Even if he had been told to serve food instead of create it, Sanji made the executive (impulsive) decision to utilize some of the quality tuna that they had left. A portion had been cut aside for him to experiment with later: a dish would be presented to Zeff with the strict intention of making it a regular menu item. Upon spotting the blonde in the dining room, however, those plans changed on a dime. The dinner service was ending, so perhaps he could take a few . . . creative liberties after all. Whatever he whipped up had to be prepared fast and it had to be plated beautifully. He had just the plan: tuna carpaccio for the lady, drizzled with a Meyer lemon infused olive oil. Instead of the robust flavor profile of the standard extra virgin, he felt that the scent and taste of something citrus infused would accentuate the brightness on the palate. The cook sauntered straight from the kitchen in his white jumper and placed the plate in front of her. The motion was complete with a bow. "On the house, mademoiselle. If you have never tried tuna carpaccio, might I offer my assistance by . . . feeding you?"

[squaletta]

Squaletta's gaze locked with Mihawk’s, recognizing the weight behind his reputation. Her lips formed into a smirk, but there was a spark of respect in her eyes—after all, he was the best in the world.

"You being curious about my sword style? That’s something." She said, her tone thoughtful but still carrying a hint of her usual bravado. Most wouldn’t dare question the greatest swordsman alive.

She drew her spatha swords from their sheath with deliberate ease, holding them at her side in a casual yet ready stance.

"As for my techniques, I don’t just share them with anyone. But for you…" She paused, her smile turning predatory. "But for you… maybe I’ll bend the rules."

"Let’s find out if the world’s greatest swordsman can handle something a bit unconventional."~

❝ You'd know if it would be in insult. I wouldn't give you my time of day if I wasn't interested in you and your skills. ❞ It was as simple as that --- Mihawk tended to ignore most who called themselves swordsmen and swordswomen yet didn't even know how to properly hold a sword in their hand. He liked to think of them as frauds, people who liked to boast with skills they didn't possess, and once put on the spot, they either tried to talk themselves out of the situation or simply refused to demonstrate said skill.

Head lightly canting to the side, the swordsman took his time to take her whole form in, as if trying to decide whether he did the right choice and right observation about her or not.

❝ Your sword style... I'm curious about it. It's not something that I see every day. Would you care to indulge me some more in your techniques? ❞

[squaletta]

Squaletta leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

"This is exactly how I picture the mighty Vongola boss—napping at his desk while Varia handles all the hard and dirty work." She teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze mischievous but with a hint of reproach beneath it. "Maybe we should switch. I’ll take a nap, and you can go crack some skulls for me. What do you say?"

Despite Xanxus openly expressing his disdain for Tsuna, Squaletta still respected him as the Boss of the Vongola. She attended all the meetings in Xanxus' place, as he flatly refused to go himself.

Send my muse 💻 to find them overworked and passed out at their desk. (For older or TYL Tsuna)

Tsuna had been working without much rest for the past two days to ensure that the peace treaty between Vongola and an alley work out fine.

He had noticed he had fallen asleep on his desk until he was awoken by a loud noise.

Eyes fluttering open sleepily to see that it was Squaletta.

"Ah Squaletta. I apologize for you having to see that. How long had i been sleeping?"

[squaletta]

Her mouth will not be closed in any era. XD

EMMA (2020)

dir. autumn de wilde

[squaletta]

𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 .    (   a  collection  of  40  questions  for  muns ,  with  assorted  questions  directed  towards  both  single - muse  &  multi - muse  blogs!   )

∗ o1﹕ when  were  you  first  introduced  to  tumblr  rp ,  &   do  you  remember  how ? ∗ o2﹕ how  long  have  you  been  writing  [ character ] ? ∗ o3﹕ do  you  prefer  to  write  in  silence ,  or  with  music  /  background  noise ? ∗ o4﹕ what  is  your  primary  source  of  inspiration  for  [ character ] ? ∗ o5﹕ what  character  have  you  never  written ,  but  have  wanted  to ? ∗ o6﹕ is  there  something  about  the  roleplay  community  that  irks  you ? ∗ o7﹕ what  character/s  do  you  relate  to  the  most ? ∗ o8﹕ what  time  of  day  do  you  feel  you  create  your  best  work ? ∗ o9﹕ do  you  prefer  writing  original  characters  or  canon  characters ? ∗ 10﹕ is  there  a  piece  of  your  character’s  canon  that  you  refuse  to  accept ? ∗ 11﹕ what  is  a  headcanon  you  have  for  [ character ]  that  you  haven’t  posted ? ∗ 12﹕ do  you  prefer  extensive  plotting ,  or  writing  things  on  a  whim ? ∗ 13﹕ if  you  could  tell  your  muse  something ,  what  would  it  be ? ∗ 14﹕ what  is  your  preferred  genre  of  plots ?   fluff ,  angst ,  smut ,  etc … ? ∗ 15﹕ what  is  your  favorite  dynamic  trope  to  write ? ∗ 16﹕ is  there  a  recognizable  pattern  in  your  taste  in  characters ? ∗ 17﹕ do  you  use  dictionaries  or  thesauruses  often  when  writing ? ∗ 18﹕ which  of  your  verses  or  arcs  is  your  favorite  to  write  about ? ∗ 19﹕ would  you  prefer  to  write  short  &  sweet  threads ,  or  multi - para  replies ? ∗ 20﹕ has  your  view  of  your  muse  changed  while  you’ve  been  writing  them ? ∗ 21﹕ what  is  one  thing  you  love  about  your  muse ,   &  one  thing  you  dislike ? ∗ 22﹕ would  you  consider  [ character name ]  to  be  a  comfort  character ? ∗ 23﹕ what  genre  or  topic  do  you  have  the  most  difficult  time  writing  about ? ∗ 24﹕ is  there  a  specific  song  that  gets  you  in  the  mood  for  writing ? ∗ 25﹕ who  is  an  author  whose  writing  inspires  your  own ? ∗ 26﹕ who  was  your  very  first  muse ?  would  you  consider  writing  them  now ? ∗ 27﹕ what  is  a  trend  within  the  rpc  that  you  would  consider  to  be  overrated ? ∗ 28﹕ what  is  a  turn - off  when  you’re  seeking  writing  partners ? ∗ 29﹕ what  part  of  your  blog’s  style  are  you  most  attached  to ? ∗ 30﹕ do  you  have  any  fandoms  that  you  avoid  writing  within ? ∗ 31﹕ what  hobbies  do  you  have  outside  of  roleplaying ? ∗ 32﹕ what  were  the  last  three  songs  you  listened  to ? ∗ 33﹕ have  you  ever  been  in  the  middle  of  drama  in  the  rpc ? ∗ 34﹕ how  do  you  feel  about  personal  blogs  interacting  with  your  posts ? ∗ 35﹕ is  there  a  character  you  consistently  have  muse  for ? ∗ 36﹕ how  has  your  writing  style  evolved  since  you  started  writing  on  tumblr ? ∗ 37﹕ have  you  ever  ventured  into  writing  fanfiction ? ∗ 38﹕ what’s  a  bad  habit  you  have  when  it  comes  to  roleplay ? ∗ 39﹕ what  would  you  say  is  the  best  faceclaim  decision  you’ve  ever  made ? ∗ 40﹕ what  is  your  opinion  on  duplicates ?

[squaletta]

"Do I look like a taxi service?"

"Hey do you have a wheel barrel by any chance?"

"I put a corpse in it a while ago."