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[unladielike]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָཐིཋྀ — STARTER CALL ( @fightingthetides ​)

    "So here's a fun conundrum for you, Kenny! If you had to pick either giving up steak, shrimp, ribs, or fried chicken for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?" Vivian asks him, allowing curiosity to lace her tone. Of course, the whole entire time, she prays Mizumachi wouldn't say shrimp, because in the event he did, she would be so offended... and might even just start buying him a lot of delicious dishes with shrimp in it to change his mind.

[signorinavongola]

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓

This is just my random idea for Hibari @fightingthetides

On the terrace of a Florentine café, where the scent of freshly roasted coffee mingled with the fragrance of blooming orange trees, Tsuna sat. Her white dress perfectly complemented her calm aura, and the pinned brooch with its subtle sheen added a touch of detail so characteristic of her style. Yet, the brooch wasn't merely an accessory—it was a gift.

She caught movement at the edge of her vision but didn't react immediately. Measured, deliberate footsteps stopped beside her table. Without lifting her gaze, she already knew who it was. That quiet presence, always like a shadow, surrounding her.

Perhaps he was surprised to see her there…

Tsuna finally raised her eyes. Amber met steely gray. She saw as his gaze briefly flickered to the brooch—just for a moment. The faint glimmer in his eyes betrayed that he had noticed. She didn’t speak, though. Instead, she let a soft smile play on her lips, as if it could say everything that needed to be said.

Words weren't necessary. Tsuna knew he didn't expect thanks, and she was certain he wouldn't have accepted them anyway. In his world, there was no place for exaggerated courtesies.

Her sources had told her he would be in Italy for a few days. It had been months since they last saw each other, even when she had been in Japan. And so, she found the time to see him, even if only briefly. This was how she was showing her favour and respect for him—silently. Just as he did, in the form of a box sent anonymously at the bottom of a package from Haru.

[thehandworld]

@fightingthetides from here

He was pretty much drunk, letting Yamamoto do whatever as the Storm was loopy and obviously couldn't walk for now though, it was quite comforting for Gokudera.

He wasn't sure why Uri threw him towards the Rain Guardian, but whatever the case he wasn't going to think about it as Gokudera yawned, hearing the other talking. Oh... I... Think something... Daddy? I think... The Storm wraps his arms around him and then lets himself be carried.

It wasn't the first time he got drunk, but it sure was the first time he mentioned that nickname. It wasn't normal for Gokudera to get so drunk to the point where he doesn't remember things.

[whiskeysmulti]

IC Dash Comm regarding this post!

The Lightning and Storm were as close as brothers and something to keep in mind about older brothers was the fact they were assholes sometimes. Gokudera had only wanted to trick the youngest Guardian and trick the cow, he had.

He reached into his pocket and handed over a grape jaw breaker as a peace offering. "They're kiwi berries, I thought you would have known the difference." If the candy wasn't enough, Gokudera would buy Lambo real grapes, it was the least he could do. Gokudera would one day be the reason Lambo had trust issues.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @fightingthetides

Since Ravein did not move from his place after she had waved to him, Nunnally assumed he was not interested to interact with her. As sad as it did make her, she was sure she would accept his decision and wouldn't invade his personal space. Nunnally didn't look in his direction anymore; instead she sat on the bench, her arms hugging her legs, she looked at the park and people passing by. Trying to imagine who they were. A funny thought suddenly hit her that they also might be looking at them. At Nunnally and Ravein. But none of them would have an idea of who they were. The former assassin and the mafia princess. They did not look for who they were. These names that life had given to them seemed like a title of a book (definitely a romantic novel). Or perhaps a movie. But not the reality. Right? Reality was not that ridiculous. But it was a reality and nothing could ever be done about it.

Deep in her thoughts, she didn't notice when her phone started to buzz when the message arrived. It only took another buzz (and another message; a lucky coincidence) to make Nunnally look at her phone. Her lips turned into a bright smile when she read the message from Ravein. But again she did not look in his direction. Her gaze locked at the screen she was trying to figure out if she knew the address. And if she’d be able to get there in about 25 minutes that were left. She knew – more or less – the area, but the actual address did not tell her much. She did not want to actually google it…it would leave some traces in her phone. Nunnally started to be really cautious about Ravein. Perhaps even paranoid? She could not tell, but in his situation, it’s better to overreact. At least that was what she agreed with herself and decided to follow as her personal rule. There was no-one who knew about her and Ravein (perhaps apart from Roberto), but he was not here and he did not know what she she was doing and how she was behaving. She was on her own.

When finally she looked at the bench, where Ravein had been sitting just a few moments ago, there was already no-one there. He probably went to their meeting place. The girl considered switching off her phone, but that probably was not the best idea. Perhaps he’d send her new directions? Change the meeting place? Paranoid! She was becoming paranoid. A bit perhaps but that was good paranoid? Right? She stood up and started to walk slowly out of the park. In the opposite direction than she expected Ravein to walk away. (“Nunnally stop it”) – she scolded herself internally – (“But I am just worried about a friend.”) – she replied to herself. As no matter the whole situation, the tensions and the misunderstanding, Nunnally considered Raven a friend. And someone she should protect.

It was not such a long walk. Ravein seemed to choose a place that Nunnally was able to get in time. Even if she was slow and her sense of directions was not the best. She got there just before the suggested time. She was not really sure what to do. The place looked abandoned. The door to the shop (but was it a shop) was locked. She probably should not wait there for too long as that would draw an unwanted attention to her. Even if there seemed to be no-one around. Neither she wanted to call his name or to look for him too intensively. She knelt to tie her shoe laces. She was just on time. If he was there, he’d probably approach her. Or perhaps she’d get another text. She just needed to be patient.  

[umbrakudo]

@fightingthetides asked:❔ ((OOC: if it isn't too late for me to send in? I believe you followed for my Sesshomaru (Fangsofdestruction) sideblog, but if you were also interested in any of my muses on this blog, I figured this meme would be a good way to break that ice))

MULTIMUSE ASK MEME - send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

-ciel

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-conan

-hanako

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[queenharumiura]

“Oh, Yamamoto-kun! Hello!” Haru greets the athlete with a big smile. She suddenly remembers something after seeing his face.

Wasn’t there a message for her to relay to him? What was it again? Something about how he still has to keep a promise to Hibari-san? When she asked for some clarifying details, she was just told ‘he should know better’.

Well, she certainly hopes he knows better!

“Haru met Hibari-san recently, you know? He told Haru that he didn’t tell her to remind you of a promise between you two.” He never explicitly asked her to relay a message and did say it was up to her if she wanted to relay it herself.

Ignore me, i'm doing a thing for self-indulgence @fightingthetides

[squaletta]

(defend): sender hits someone to defend receiver’s honor. ((Ooc: from Yams))

Dim lamps lighted the room at the back of the luxurious bar. Cigarette smoke lingered in the air, and a few men in expensive suits sat around a massive wooden table. Not exactly the most pleasant company. Squaletta trusted no one from another family in this room. Maintaining even vaguely "friendly" relations with another powerful mafia family was difficult, especially when they didn't share values like Vongola's. Xanxus had never been good at diplomacy, so the Vice-Commander had duties she had to fulfil, even though the risks were high. Her expression appeared indifferent, but she observed every subtle movement in the room.

This wasn't a meeting for the bosses. Too risky for Lady Vongola. The boss of the other family hadn't bothered to show up either, which meant this was still a high-stakes negotiation. However, Varia was always eager to work with Vongola in these extreme situations.

And in such cases, violence was never off the table.

Sitting as the only woman among men brought her a certain satisfaction, but it never came without sexist remarks or underestimations.

Some mafia men were just too old school. Even though she was recognized worldwide as the Sword Empress, there were always idiots who were upset that they had to negotiate with a woman. They still clung to the idea that women had no place in the mafia, except as mafia wives.

She, however, relished the unease they felt when they had to deal with her. Did they think that as a pretty blonde, she had no idea what was being discussed? If anything, she thought they had trouble focusing when she spoke, their eyes drawn to her lips painted with crimson lipstick.

Pathetic.

How many times had she heard that she got her position in Varia through Xanxus' bed? Except that she had defeated Varia's former leader herself. But who cared about details, right?

The high-ranking position as Varia's leader didn't appeal to her because she preferred being in action—protecting others or killing people. However, Xanxus often dumped his duties on her, ones he didn't want to handle himself, leaving her in situations where she needed protection, like a high-ranking position.

In these cases, she took people she trusted on missions. From Varia, but also from Vongola, since Vongola needed assurance that their intentions were communicated properly.

If anyone from Vongola had her back, it was Yamamoto. She could count on him in any situation, just as she trusted her people in Varia.

"I never thought a princess like you could handle a sword. Maybe you are just here for decoration?" One of the men at the table sneered. His voice carried such disdain that a few members of Varia stopped talking.

Squaletta raised her gaze, her eyes cold and sharp as steel. And here it was—the stupid remarks.

And when he added, "with a pretty face like that, you should stay somewhere safe. Don't worry, sweetheart, the men can handle this for you," the tension in the room became palpable.

Did he seriously call her sweetheart?

No, mindfulness techniques wouldn't work this time…

If she snapped his neck or stabbed him, those "friendly" relations would be over, right?

At that moment, Yamamoto stood up. His suit was perfectly tailored, his movements calm, but his eyes were stern. He took a few steps toward the man, who was already beginning to realize he overstepped.

"I think you should stop talking while you still have all your teeth," Yamamoto said calmly, though his voice was cold as steel.

Yamamoto's fist struck the man's face so fast that the chair he was sitting on toppled backwards. The man hit the ground with a loud crash.

Adjusting his jacket, Yamamoto cast a cold gaze around the room. "If anyone else has comments about Squaletta, we can repeat this," he said with an icy tone.

Squaletta slowly walked to where the man lay on the ground, clutching his jaw. She crouched down, her face close to his. "Don't take it personally," she whispered with a slight smirk. "Yamamoto just has a weakness for people underestimating me. But if you want to see what a ‘princess’ can do, say something like that again." A spark of amusement played in her eyes.

The blonde turned to Yamamoto with a sarcastic remark. "And I thought I had aggression issues."~

"Next time, leave me more space. I was just about to handle him myself. I like to deal with men like him on my own. I enjoy testing how much male pride can endure," she said, half-mocking. Normally, she would have yelled at him, but she understood he wasn't used to anyone speaking to her that way.

When Yamamoto's fist struck the face of that idiot, Squaletta was surprised at how quickly and decisively he acted—not out of some false gallantry, but out of genuine respect for who she was and what she could do. It was an act of respect, a clear statement that he valued her worth and wouldn't let anyone question her abilities. She was used to standing against the world alone, but this moment reminded her that having someone who stood up for her without diminishing her strength could be a sweet reminder that, after all, she wasn't entirely alone.

[ukigumos]

'Truth' yo, Hibari! So I can ask any question, huh? Yanno, I've always wondered about this, but for a guy who hates crowding and associating with the majority of us, how did you end up associating with the Vongola? There had to be a reason you said yes.

UKIGUMOS - »❝浮雲❞« Truth Serum.

Kyouya felt an uncomfortable lack of impulse all the sudden. It was almost like his body would explode if he didn't spit out his words fast enough.

"I didn't."

He deadpanned. It wasn't a lie. He would've stopped there, but his mouth kept running.

"You troublesome critters bring danger to my Namimori. I suppose lingering around means that I can nip any discourse in the bud."

[ukigumos]

UKIGUMOS - »❝浮雲❞«

Grunt!

Kyouya turned his body to shield his phone.

Even his own instinctive dodge caught him off guard. Only someone who was ashamed would react with such a quick retraction of the body. He took a quick glance at his wallpaper and snapped the phone shut, tucking it away.

Best not to address it.

He turns his attention back to Miura Haru. Perhaps he should bite at this topic change before the atmosphere takes a plunge in an odd direction.

"They're all quite adequate." He states, feigning indifference. "However, I suppose the hedgehog earns 'extra points'."

Hm? Hibari had swiped the phone quickly and pushed some buttons without wasting time, so Yamamoto couldn’t see how the picture turned out.

“Let me see, how did it turn out?”

Surely he didn’t delete the picture or worser yet… crop him out of the photo? Harsh, if so.

Haru couldn’t see that Hibari had changed the wallpaper of his phone to the picture that was just taken, and it was probably for the better. Had she known, she would’ve clocked the fact that Yamamoto seemed to be special to Hibari in a way that she could relate to- because she had a picture of Tsuna as her own wallpaper!

Feeling quite proud over their creations, the happy duo sport matching smiles, it was giving off ‘happy doggo’ energy. No, perhaps a happy dog and a happy hamster?

That was all of the fun fruit animal tricks that they’d learned, so there wasn’t anything else to show off, luckily for Hibari. Who knew if he was going to be able to eat everything that they cut up for him. Well… fruit is good for you! ← How the two rationalized in synchronization. The mindset of two positive beans.

“They’re silly and cute, right Hibari-san? Which one was your favorite? Haru thinks the apple crab is funny, but you can’t beat the classic apple rabbit.”

If you were to ask Yamamoto, he’d just say he preferred just eating a peeled apple, it was quicker and easier to eat. Eating one skin and all if you were on a time crunch.

[blossomingbellflower]

Is there ever a time when Kikyo feels as though she wishes she didn't have the memories of the past? Did it simply give her more grief to process through, or was she able to feel a peace with it? If she had the choice to have never gotten them again in the first place, would she?

Some meme|| @fightingthetides

No. While many of the memories were painful, brokenheartedly and soul crushingly so, she never regretted having them. Truthfully, it was difficult to relive them all over..to remember every feeling..every loss..some wounds in her soul were agitated such as the lost of her unborn child, the time with her sister and many other things.

But there were good memories too. While for the longest time there was anguish, there did come a point when it lessened considerably. To remember that time..the moments when she regained some semblance of happiness again before passing on [albeit lonely and painfully], was worth it.

Naturally the time she was able to be happy and contented once more..occurred during the time she spent with Sesshomaru..some time post Naraku. When she was able to feel romantic feelings/fall in love once more--something she had given up after Inuyasha.

But it was worth it. It would always be worth the pain of remembering everything..if just to recollect the point in time she had begun falling for the daiyokai, the experiences they went through [aka seeing him as a human lolol] and the appreciation she felt for him.

It was a lot of grief to process again but Kikyou won't have it any other way if it means..remembering the time spent with him.

Remembering also helped explain the strong feelings her soul was whispering to her--so it was less strange and odd.

Kikyou has no desire to look back to the past--well that is not completely true. She does but only when it pertains to one individual: her dear fiance. Inuyasha who dat

Long story short, her decision would not change. She would welcome the memories again and again, only for the sake of the demon fluff.

[unladielike]

@fightingthetides — continued from here ;;

    Fortunately, her smile doesn't waver even one bit even after registering his subsequent queries. Why, as a matter of fact, one could say Vivian enjoyed socializing so much, she hardly minded his Japanese accent had bled through his English a little. "Oh, most do actually call me Vivi. Still, if you'd rather shorten it to Bia instead, then that's fine too!" Vivian reassures Mizumachi with her hand flashing him a thumbs-up to signify she was cool with whatever he ended up deciding.

    "Anyways... how are you liking it here so far? Did you already manage to get used to your own room or have you not yet finished packing?" she'll go on to question while lowering her arm back down along her side. Naturally, Vivian was curious if he had somehow finished sorting out all his stuff, because the most troublesome part about moving to a new place was organizing everything. Even so, she wouldn't judge him for not exactly having everything all neatly put away; after all, it took her two weeks to tidy up her room.

[signorinavongola]

𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

birthday thread for @fightingthetides

Since Kusakabe had already become a 'Vongola courier', Tsuna decided to rely on his discretion. She could trusted him to ensure that birthday present will decorate Hibari's desk just at the right moment.

It wasn't anything extravagant – just a minimalist black box with a gold sakura ornament on it, containing a bottle of calligraphy hand-mixed ink. The combination of charcoal and sakura created a very interesting, contrasting and yet harmonious ink - dark, but with a subtle touch of tenderness. The brunette had chosen it purposefully because it reminded her of their dynamics.

And a note written in Japanese with this special ink.

"I know that words weigh more for you when they are silent. However, if the moment comes when you want to let them out – silently, precisely, irrevocably – this ink is ready. But only if you want to."

Under light, the ink might have a subtle tinge of burgundy-pink or brownish, depending on the balance of sakura extract and the type of charcoal.

[thehandworld]

@fightingthetides from here

As she gently keeps poking him with her trident, and without saying a word, she did started to silently walk a bit, and when he didn't follow, she was going to poke him again.

[whiskeysmulti]

Sounds like you wanted to talk about my other muses on the other blog so i'll give you that chance: Fightingthetides (url meme)

Send me a URL and I’ll share some positivity about them- no longer accepting!

.Whiskey. Yes, I did. Thank you. While Haru is a bias, I love your other muses too. I really love Lambo, even when he annoys the hell out of Dera. It's on brand for them though, we've said it before the Lightning and Storm are like brothers, and it's a little brother's job to annoy the older one. You write his child self so well. He's so fun to mess with, I'll never forget the time Gokudera gave him kiwi berries. Gotta shout out your Yamamoto too, I know he's new to you, but you do amazing with him. Yamamoto's a character with a lot of duality because there's that balance between when he's happy go lucky, and when he's serious. And I think you handle both aspects quite well even if I haven't written with yours much yet at all (I just really like reading your work with Ukigumos and Squaletta mainly). I don't request Fon because I know you only have him for specific muses. So I can't say anything about him. I have yet to work with your Daemon, but I do have established that he and G were close before the betrayal, so if you ever wanna throw him my way, go for it. Hibari is a muse I give you credit on how well you do handle him when he's awake. Because while mine is request only, I've come to want to strangle him sometimes.lol So if he is just chilling in your head rent free, I give you props. Joking aside, I really enjoy your portrayals all around and I'm so glad I followed your blogs, all of them.

[lured-into-wonderland]

((So, a lot of the characters on my blog happen to be Asian so they follow the white day tradition that follows Valentine’s day, but Ravein is not. Still, I will write out a thing so it makes some sense for him. Won’t cheat anyone out of what I said I would do. 8) Hope you enjoy!))

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Ravein had returned holding the box of chocolates and he showed them off to Roberto. He was excited to have gotten a gift from a friend and he wanted to show his family.

The older man looks at the handmade chocolates and he doesn’t need to ask to know that Ravein hadn’t prepared something himself for the day. Valentine’s day probably didn’t register high in his consciousness anyways with how socially inept he was having been away for so many years.

It was understandable, yes, but that didn’t mean it was acceptable either.

If someone was treating you well, you should return the favor. Nunnally had been understanding and patient with Ravein, and Roberto wasn’t going to let Ravein simply accept the gifts without also reciprocating in his own way.

He’d suggested for the ex-assassin to prepare something as well to gift to his generous friend.

Taking the elders words to heart, Ravein asked to borrow the kitchen so he could bake some cookies. It was a recipe he remembers baking alongside his mother years ago. A family recipe of sorts.

It was times like this that his impeccable memory came in handy. He wanted for her to enjoy the cookies as fresh as they could possibly be, so he made sure to bake the cookies the day before the next time they were set to meet up again.

He baked a batch of sugar cookies and chocolate chip cookies, the latter being a rarer delicacy for their household. It was saved for special occasions.

Cooled cookies were arranged in a cute container (courtesy of Roberto who went out to purchase one), ready for tomorrow.

-

The next day

-

Ravein was waiting for Nunnally to arrive. She wasn’t late, he was simply too early. He had the tendency to arrive early to ensure the coast was clear and to stake out any possible dangers to either of them. If he were to find anything suspicious, he’d contact her to let her know of a location change.

He was looking out for both of their safety. Today, everything seemed safe, so there was no location change needed. When Nunnally arrives, he awkwardly holds out the container for her.

On top of the container is a small note written: [Belated Valentine’s day] [Mother’s recipe]

Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too mad that he was a bit late… and hopefully she also enjoys the taste.

She didn’t give Ravein chocolates, because she expected something in return. Nunnally wanted to show him her gratitude; it was her way to express he was special to her. He was that kind of friend that Nunnally had not had for a long time. When she had learnt that her father was a part of a mob (actually the one in charge), and her old life had been taken away from her, she had been forced to cut ties with most of the people from “back then”. And these relations that perhaps might have been maintained, she had rejected herself.

When Nunnally was now thinking about it, she was not sure why she had done so. Perhaps to protect them? Or perhaps she didn’t want them to remind her the happy “old life” she had and lost? Or perhaps to punish herself? Because she was ashamed of who she was. And of what her father was doing (but deep inside she still loved him and would never find enough strength and courage to reject him completely). She despised where “her” money was coming from (and yet again she could not live without the wealth and comfort that her father's money could offer). And on the top of that, the guilt that was often put on her for being the cause of her mother’s death…

Or perhaps she was simply naive. She was not even 18 when all that happened and no-one cared about anything else but her safety.

It was odd, but Ravein's presence was evoking these feelings that she thought she had lost forever. She was not able to understand how it was happening, but it w a s happening. What’s more, she was even able to re-connect with her father thanks to Ravein. At least a bit more. Perhaps understand him better? Not that Nunnally really knew how (and why) he had become what he was. Ravein was a good person (she was sure of that), and yet he did what he had to. Many people would condemn him for that. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She would protect him.

If ever asked, Nunnally wouldn't be able to describe these feelings; some of them she might have not fully realized, but they were there, and they had led her into the kitchen to prepare these chocolates for her friend. For Ravein. And she did have fun making them. She was a true artist she had never realized she was. And she was glad Ravein accepted her gift, and confirmed they were friends.

But she was, indeed, slightly surprised when she got his invitation to a meeting next day. Yes, they were meeting regularly, but usually not that often. It would be dangerous for him in her eyes. And she couldn't have changed her antics rapidly in order not to rise any suspicions in her father’s eyes. Or more importantly in the eyes of his staff.

She arrived there in time. Slightly early actually. Wearing the new dress and a long sweater she thought he might like.

“It’s so…” – she started to talk but stopped seeing Ravein being slightly awkward. And then noticing a small box being handed to her. And a note.

“Ravein…!” – she exclaimed surprised, but happy; she was feeling her eyes becoming wet but for once she didn’t care about it. She took a box standing there frozen for a few moments. Out of pure happiness.

“Thank you, Raven…” – she finally said; her happiness clearly audible in her voice – “Happy belated Valentine’s Day to you as well.” – she said as she stood on her toes and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Come on…” – she urged as she took his hand and pointed towards the bench so conveniently being placed nearby. It was like an invitation for them to sit down – “We’ll have to try these cookies together. It’ll be less fun to eat them alone...”

“You’re full of surprises, Ravein…” – she said opening the box – “Oh, they’re so pretty that it feels almost like a shame to eat them!” And then she remembered what the note said: -- "Did you often eat them as a child? Did you mum actually teach you how to bake?"

("I have never known mine"); she wanted to say, but Nunnally also did not want to spoil the moment. There would be other time when she could tell him the story of her life.

@fightingthetides