#cvpidgalore

[jocraze]

   his  nails  never  looked  better.   the  finishing  touches  on  top  the  of  pastel  purple  added  that  pop  of  color  he  needed  to  go  hand  in  hand  with  his  bright  uniform  &  undershirt.  just  before  he  could  give  his  thanks,  he  felt  faint  blemishes  appear  on  both  his  cheeks  as  a  smile  stretched  forth,  one  that  mimicked  angel’s.       ❛   heh,  yeah  right.  i  don’t  think  that’ll  be  a  problem  when  you’re  already  one  of  the  prettiest  girls  in  morioh.   ❜

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.  as the miniature brush stroked against his thumb, angel finished the first coat of nail polish on josuke's hand. ❝ you know, i just might cry if people start thinking you're prettier than me. ❞ the comment was accompanied by a laugh as she lifted her eyes to meet his, offering the boy a bright smile. ❝ not that they'd be wrong. ❞ @CVPIDGALORE.

[myentropy]

🌻⛅️

“ @cvpidgalore ” // relationship wishlist

🌻  friends like siblings ⛅️  friends of circumstance

mista’s got fugo in a half boston crab and narancia’s grabbed fugo’s ankle and has him the ankle lock the kid doesn’t drink enough milk so he’s bound to relent at some point but he reaches out smacks your hand and says “tag you’re in.”all in all! yes this is absolutely wonderful and i support this relationship completely! i honestly can’t get enough of the idea of fugo getting more brothers and sisters and i’m just *holds them all in my hand* i think they’re just neat. 

[atosui]

she’s  what?   huh?   baby??   was  there  some  kind  of  meaning  behind  this?  did  she  miss  a  few  other  words  in  there  to  complete  her  sentence?   why  was  he  trying  to  piece  the  puzzle  together  of  just  a  few  short  words?   shit.   he  was  growing  frustrated.

        ❛   huuuuuh?   what  the  fuck  does  that  mean??   ❜

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.  ❛   i’m  baby.   ❜ @CVPIDGALORE.

[quirofiliac]

@cvpidgalore  ∕ ✍️: in time.

“In time... you’ll learn to say sorry.”

[lovelypillar]

❛  cinnamon  buns  aren’t  currency  …  not  yet,  anyway.  ❜ // @cvpidgalore from animal crossing starters !!

SWEET DELICACIES, A MEANS of payment. what a time that would be. truly! exchanging literal goods for goods, happiness for happiness. picturesque moment of peace, it was like a dream that should definitely come true. 

lime green hues shimmered with such purity and joy, hardly able to contain the joy from spilling forth. delicate yet riddled with scars, hands cupped the sides of her face, radiating like a pleasant sun greeting the early birds. “ ------ah !! y--you really think so...? that would be most wonderful!” but then the reality hit. cinnamon buns weren’t going to get her what she wanted but at least she could at least share due to the little misunderstanding. “w--would you like some? food tastes better when you eat with someone, at least that’s what i think... i hope i’m not being too forward and overstepping boundaries!”

[inevitableshott-aa]

a starter for @cvpidgalore

"ANGEL!”

      Before their Stand User could even enter the establishment, Sex Pistols rushes inside. The belted out her name in a chorus that echoed on deaf ears. Far too excited to see the woman in question, the jetted right in her direction.

“It’s really Angel!”    “Hi, Angel!!” “We missed you!”

     Numbers One, Two and Three were the first to reach her. Each took place taking up her field of view. It was Six and Seven that landed in her luscious locks. The two Pistols were always careful, they all were, not to tug or rip her hair out. Simply, the loved how soft and bouncy the curls were. 

       Then came a sob from the odd one out.

“A-Angel!!” 

      The Number Five hovered a bit more back. From how it seemed, Five wanted to join the rest of the Pistols in greeting the young woman but hesitated. That could because of the young man that finally entered his usual groups section of the restaurant. “Hey!”

       Mista stood a the doorway entrance, a finger pointed at the scene. “Get off her, guys! It’s rude!!” he spoke in a harsh and almost parental tone. Now, he was no father to his Stand, but with how immature and impulsive they acted at times, they occasionally acted as if they were young children. They lacked the social queues needed in normal human settings. So, ever so often, Mista had to put his foot down. This just so happens to be one of those times.

That and it was incredibly embarrassing. 

      All but Five ignored their User and continued to gush over the woman. This only sparked Mista’s irritation further not having his Stand listen to him. Pinky and pointer slipped into his lips and a harsh whistle shrieked, catching the Numbers attention in a gasp.  Having their attention, Mista repeated, “I said, it’s rude. Get off her.” he asked in a harsh breath. 

       Five was immediately at his side while the others sunk, looking defeated and giving stubborn glances to one another. Slowly, one by one, they began to pull back from Angel, muttering in pouts and glares at their User.

[taboyuki-blog]

"Sorry. May I?” Espresso, isn’t it? Already, the crowd’s chased them to the avenue, clamoring for snapshots as he weaves below the reach of that suckerpunch -- only to award Mr. Burly with a face full of coffee. Scalding. A shout peals through the clamor. It’s follow up when Yagami kicks him clear in the gut, and the scuffle ends at last as the man crashes to the wall. Ouch. He returns her cup -- bashful. “Well, that’s one way to kickstart the morning.”

@cvpidgalore, RISE AND SHINE!

[onigirii]

places two jeweled heart stickers on both of nezuko's cheeks.

SPARKLING STICKERS WERE normally reserved for her nails, long &. decorated in its usual peachy gradient with gems stamped on top, sparkling like silver tear drops. But on her face … Nezuko might consider using stickers for her basic, everyday looks, adding an extra flair to her otherwise casual appearance — a vibrant, glittering red against her pale complexion.

Poking one bedazzled cheek with her pointer finger, she then took out her phone from her skirt`s pocket, flipping the screen as she surveyed her appearance with the front-facing camera. “So cute…” She murmured, pleased with her image, even with the croissant hanging from her mouth.

Turning her gaze forward, she motioned for her friend to stand next to her with a wave of her hand, grabbing the piece of bread before speaking, “C - Come. T - Take … Take a picture with me, Barbie-san,” she encouraged her with a welcoming smile, confident that a beautiful model like Angel would accept without objection. Together … Nezuko was happy to share this moment together, placing one of the jeweled heart stickers from her own face on Angel`s left cheek, mirroring her right cheek. Now, they matched, a pretty pair wearing their heart on their cheek.

[garrotejima]

“I KNOW you can see me.”

small/tall starters: no longer accepting.

"I could be down both peepers and still see you, hotshot. Like a damn trainwreck. It ain't possible to ignore ya." And how could he, fierce as she is? Gal's no doormat. A far cry from the belligerent street brawler, too, to be sure, but when these yakuza, armed and hankering for cash, harrassed her friend(?) Well. Majima frowns, a barrier. "Quit gabbin'."

[jocraze]

MESSAGE.   higashikata josuke. i have missed you. hold my hand. - angel

❛   y - you   want   me   to   hold   your   hand  ??   well  ,   g - guess   i   have   no   choice  .   would   be   pretty   damn   rude   of   me   to   say   no  .  .  .   ❜   a   nervous   tone   brought   forth   by   her   sudden   approach   &   his   lie   hid   away   behind   a   facade  .   he   reached   out   to   grab   her   hand  ,   the   sweat   began   to   build   up   in   his   palms   &   he   could   only   hope   she   was   far   too   focused   on   him   to   notice  ,      or   she   was   one   of   the   very   few   girls   out   there   that   did   not   care   for   the   sweat   that   came   with   hand  -  holding  .

red   blemishes   immediately   took   their   place   across   his   cheeks  .   hand   locked   with   hers   &   their   fingers   intertwined  ,   the   beating   of   his   heart   switched   to   a   somewhat   swift   rhythm  .   all   luck   of   holding   a   steady   composure   for   the   remainder   of   the   day   looked   to   be   on   his   side   upon   looking   over  to   see   angel’s   face   showing   a   similar  ,   red   patch   on   both   cheeks  .    ❛   y - you   okay  ,   angel  ?   you   got   quiet   out   of   nowhere   &   your   face   is   red  !   ❜

                                               CVPIDGALORE  💗.

[myentropy]

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.” - fugo

“ @cvpidgalore​ ” || inbox meme. protective sentence starters

“if i show you my previous track record would that help you settle?” everyone had a right to be concerned but it was the natural way of things. yo should expect nothing else from being a soldato. you never knew which mission would be your last 

overconfidence was allied with the dead rather than the living. “i’ll be fine..”

[atosui]

he  couldn’t  blame  her.   that  prick  of  a  man  had  it  coming,  after  all.  from  his  view  point,  she  did  the  right  thing.  hell,  the  metal  bat  from  years  ago  would  have  done  it  for  her  &  much  worse  that  involved  the  swing  of  his  bat.  but  he  was  older  now,  time  giving  aid  to   maturity.   he  wasn’t  completely  different,  but  he  was  more  sane  than  ever.  &  angel?   whom  he  fell  hard  for?   she  had  begun  to  show  traits  of  his  younger  self.  there  was  nothing  wrong  with it.  in  fact,  he  enjoyed  that  feisty,  vulgar  side  of  her.  this  wasn’t  a  first  occurrence  either.  multiple  occasions  he  would  either  watch  her  or  stop  her  entirely  from  going  full  force  on  someone  due  to  them  mumbling  under  their  breath.  &  so,  with  his  arm  now  hung  over  her  shoulder,  pulling  her  close  to  his  form,  he  dipped  his  head  down  to  where  he   his  grin   was  inches  away  from  her  face.

   ❛   i’m  not  askin’  ya  to  apologize,  babe.   he  deserved  it.  just  don’t  let  it  bite  at  ya  too  much,  got  it?   don’t  worry,  you’re  lookin’   sexy  as  ever   when  you  talk  like  that.   ❜

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.  “ i’m not apologizing for what i said to that asshole… he was saying terrible things about you.” @CVPIDGALORE.

[quirofiliac]

cvpidgalore said: ❝ I won’t leave ‘til you open up the door. ❞

@cvpidgalore​ ／ 36 questions starters ／ accepting.

How did it feel for Satan to tear an angel’s wings clean from its back? 

Never once before did Kira even think to ponder (it’s a mouthful of an explanation, wasn’t it...? perhaps she didn’t deserve one as complicated, actually.) such a thing up until meeting with Angel. Every time he looked at her, he could only think back to that impulsive thought-- somewhat relishing in the fact that it would yield an extravagant amount of pain (for her, of course.) mixed in with a cleansing feeling (meant for only him, obviously.) of serenity.

“What’s stopping you?” he questioned in a steady murmur, canting his head lightly to the side as if to further challenge her. “Last I checked, this wasn’t an establishment that I worked in.”

He’s poised in front of the door, well aware that it’s but a pathetic, little handful of minutes until he should most certainly take his leave. Not once, though, did his eyes blink up towards the ticking and tocking of his own watch and, instead, were satisfied simply by locking with her own.

“... Your break won’t be for a few more hours, is that right?” he asked, seemingly taking a guess with no further context. Only then did he decide to let his eyes gradually lift away, drawing to, instead, peer down at his wrist (ah. it’s almost eleven o’clock. he really should be going soon.) with muted surprise. “That is, unless, your manager was kind enough to give you several.”

Eyebrows came up together in a raise, mimicking the look of dull interest (as if to almost say “is it a ten minute or a thirty minute break?”) before he turned to glance over his shoulder. Gazing out the glass door, Kira’s greeted with little more but the eerily silence of a newly-made night.

“...”

(you’re not getting away.)

“Maybe it’s best to take a break now, actually. Ten minutes couldn’t possibly hurt-- especially when you’re on your way through a long shift... I remember when I had to pull, ah, all-nighters at one of my jobs.” He smiled, loose and almost nonexistent. “Coffee was my only friend at that point of my life. I was almost dependent on it, but, well... I managed.”

Without bothering to wait for a response, he’s already turning on his heel to gingerly place his hand against the store’s door. Giving an experimental push (greasing it out of place. he knew places like this could be so dreadfully cheap, after all.) before, slowly, pushing it open, Kira topped it off with a glance over his shoulder.

Expectant. She should do as she’s told.

“I have to leave soon, but... I’d like to talk.”

“You don’t want to hurt my feelings, right? I’d hate to file a complaint, after all.”

[piatino]

@cvpidgalore said “you have to trust me on this, okay?” | stranger things starters | always accepting

Frozen, Jotaro offered a hesitant nod towards the girl ( Josuke’s friend , and therefore , his friend ) . Angel was by no means a liar, and by no means a weak girl either. She could certainly hold her own, and she had no reason to betray him.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew Josuke looked up to him, and the very thought brought a smile to Jotaro’s face. Jotaro hoped to be the father that Josuke never had in his life, and that of course meant getting along with the kid’s friends.

“I believe you,” Jotaro grunted. “I do. You have no reason to lie to me, Angel. And you can come to me if you ever need anything.”

[inevitableshott-aa]

@cvpidgalore asked: [ kisses cheek ] Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine. x (accepting)

      “Your coffee, ma’am.” posh tone never suited him, acting so prim with head turned up. The coffee was as she requested but presented on a nice little plate as if Mista was her humble servant. 

      Miss Angel was a normal acquaintance to most but to him, she was indeed like her namesake at a glance. It was part of her appeal, Mista mused. To look so angelic only to deck a bastard right in his teeth. Not to mention she could move money like a boss which is why he assumed Passione scooped her up in the first place. 

      What brought her here, to Mista's knowledge, was just to double-check finances. Make sure their group wasn’t doing any suspicious spending, that money was flowing where it needed to, and that any investments for Passione’s protection were in line with the group's guidelines. Ya know, no fake euro flying around. That’s as much Mita understood of what she did and frankly, it wasn’t something he wanted to spend much thought on. It was her job after all not his.

      In the time he’s met with Angel, he’s discovered she’s actually fun to talk to. The best time to catch her was during the middle when she clearly needed a break. He has passed by her table when she requested a drink. Could have just gotten her a soda or water, something basic, but judging from her posture and the mounds of paperwork surround her Mista made an executive decision. 

      He hoped, placing it down keeping up the current persona, that he got it at least close to how she liked it. Straightening his posture was temporary because that whole act was over and done with. Shoulders slouched, hands slipped in his pockets. “I don’t know how you do it.” he started, peering a gaze down in her direction, “All these numbers all over the place, hell, I’d need at least a couple cups just to keep my eyes straight.”

[choushira-blog]

wounded – no longer accepting // @cvpidgalore

              ❛    i’m not much of a navigator like rengoku-san’s pupils. i’m glad my presence some comfort, at least.    ❜