#finally getting to these v-day asks!!!!!

[eredeha-a]

H, E, A, R, T, for the Valentine's Day meme!

❝ ↪ @forgesahead submitted an ask !!

HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Kaia is absolutely not quick when it comes to giving her heart away. This is something that she keeps hold of for as long as possible. She's never been one for feelings and falling in love and the idea of any type of love related cliches makes her just about gag. She doesn't like losing control and this includes her emotions. Let alone having emotions and giving them to someone else. But once she does, she falls hard. It just takes a while of dealing with her stubbornness.

EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Despite not being one to give her feelings so easily, Kaia's actually very physical. She enjoys hugs and might even sneak in when you least expect it to catch you off guard. Depends on who you are, she doesn't mind the hugs one bit! Her hugs are playful and fun. She's the type to lift and spin you if she can! Anything to keep you on your toes. They're usually quick though, if she's having a moment where she needs someone, they last longer and she grips what she can around your back in a silent request to simply stay like that for a moment longer.

AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

This is a result that depends on what level of dynamic you have unlocked with her. Kaia's default way to show affection is the act of simply time spending. She will grab you by the hand and pull you along on whatever crazy or chaotic journey she has up her sleeve. It'll be a night to remember for sure. Is it good or bad??? Depends!!! But if you have a closer bond with her, Kaia shows affection in various ways. Her favorite is sleeping in and forcing cuddles because she's a monster:tm: when waking up too early but is always down for latching on and giving away body heat. Bonus points if your muse runs colder than she does because she's stealing it to cool off!

ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Kaia starts out as a cynic but is secretly a romantic. She just doesn't realize this until it dawns upon her that she does have the oh shit feelings for someone.

TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

While she may not fall for many of the overly sappy things, and is absolutely team people are using one another for benefit thanks to her life with her family and her being set up in an arranged marriage with someone. It takes a while before she starts to believe in whatever true love might mean to the dynamic. For her? She's very all in or nothing. There isn't anything in between. If she does love you, she is going to love hard. At the start of things, she doesn't believe in true love but as things progress, she might become open to the idea. Think very Satine from Moulin Rouge.

[all-inmoderation]

do people who keep drawing sokka as spirits know that he doesnt have any respect for the spirits in the show

[voidcat]

Hi Danyl, would you mind writing some Dazai headcanons? <3

Hi my dearest Kat, for you? Always<3

Despite the impression he gives off, Dazai is a serene driver, who drives like the world outside the vehicle does not exist.

Its a fact only few are aware, as it is an rare occurrence that he is driving— and one is willing to hop in. After all, considering how he acts on the daily, not many trust him behind the wheel.

Night comes with no trains left and an urgency waiting you on the other side of the next day, Kunikida calls out to Dazai, knowing he is slacking off already. Drivers duty is nothing compared to the towers of files waiting on his desk after all, and wait long waiting wrath of Kunikida on the other line, Dazai swiftly goes out, already waiting for you inside the car.

The full moon hung in the dark night sky and earphones in your ears, you steal glances at the normally enthusiastic and loud man besides you— now drown in complete silence, eyes fixed on the road, with an expression not quite blank but not burdened with any thoughts eating away.

Eyes back on the moon, you notice it’s bigger than usual if your perception isn’t deceiving you— and presenting itself wrapped in rainbows, a halo of yellow, red and slight green, the light of the moon itself offering the missing blue for this little art piece.

No matter how proper or rocky the roads may be, the car drives swiftly; you have to think for a second to recall the last time you have experienced a car ride this smooth, safe and sound; you have forgotten just how peaceful these can be, remembering once more why some people drive the night away to clear their head.

With music slowly taking over, the moon shining like this is its last day in the universe, the pitch black sky as if in a pocket dimension, and Dazai, now a completely different man next to you, you are nulled to sleep.

Only when the music has come to an end and Dazai is nearing a resting spot does your eyes open again, watching the moon light dance on his face— a new side to him, a new sight of Dazai Osamu you have reached the honor of witnessing.

[candycryptids]

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

for Tuesday and Chuu

“Miss Chuu’s best trait? Mmm… You said this is an interview for your retelling of the Warriors of Light and their journey, right? I’d say it’s her unshakeable resolve. She decides she’s going to do something, and she doesn’t give up until it’s done. Ah… I’m not allowed to speak more on Miss Chuu without her presence, my apologies, mister Levraut.”

“You broke into my house,”

“Your lovely wife let me in actually,”

“To wake me up from my nap and interrogate me on my assistant,”

“Interview, Mademoiselle, not interrogate. Though I am sorry for waking you, your eyes were open so I assumed-”

“Ah-ta-ta. You wanted to know Two’s best trait right? Adaptability. Any environment, any obstacle… he’s got brains enough to figure the way through most anything. And failing that? He knows a top notch engineer in Magitek to kit him with the right tools to overcome his few shortcomings. Hey wait did you fucking call me a mad gazelle, you lop-eared scab?!”

“Thank you for your time, both of you. I have just one more question before I consider this interview complete and I let you both go back to your.. erm, busy schedules. What would you say is each others weakest trait?”

“I knew it! This IS an interrogation! Two, don’t-”

“Ah, that would be Miss Chuu’s paranoia, mister Levraut. Most of her other traits net positive gain,”

“Watch your mouth, Two.”

“That is.. ah, her paranoid trait has served to pull her out of many situations she would have landed in had they not afforded her foresight and caution to approach most situations.”

“Two’s worst trait is how I just can’t seem to keep mad at him when he finds and exploits loopholes in whatever rules I’ve set for him. And last week I asked him to bring me lunch, and he was nowhere to be seen for nearly six bells.”

“… Miss Chuu, if I may, you were in Azys La, and you called me via Linkpearl to bring you specifically egg sandwiches from the Bismark, even utilizing the Aethernet it takes time… and when I arrived at your last marked location you were nowhere to be found.”

[Duo Oc Ask Meme !]

[pigeonliker420]

whatevers wrong with this man i like it

[thesaintofnevergettingitright]

I love Whoreson Prison Blues as much as the next guy but….

The fact that Jaskier is playing the SPOONS hours after being tortured by having his hands burned, has never stopped bugging me.

Like that hurts my hands just to think about. Not to mention the missed whump opportunity.

It’s giving the same energy as forgetting to age him up for the entirety of season 1. Who is in charge of continuity on that set cuz they are not succeeding lmao

[odysseys-blood]

gabey timeskip perhaps

HI EDEN SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG

instead of one of the many current gabes i wanted to try a younger one instead and older gabe! left side is from some family photo they got when ezekiel took them out years ago to have some professional shots done after judas was born (and to replace some older pictures from before gabe came out) and its one of ezekiel and gabe's favorites ^w^ lazarus hates it though because any time it comes out everyone clowns him for staring down the camera. i wanted to do gabe and mayhem at their wedding for the timeskip because as much as i like them having a rocky relationship during the current setting, i think it'd be cute if they finally work it all out and get to be together even if that takes a good 20 smthn-30 smthn years. gabe promised she wasn't going to boohoo cry during the photo but she did start crying and they have to take a few breaks during their wedding photoshoot

[vairuler]

♡

[takkamek]

sad i'm gonna have to miss the sprint quali on friday BUT it's because i have a job interview!!! ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

[woozi]

thank u for giving this lil blog lots of love even though i'm not as active as i used to be 🥰

[yuukimiyas]

hi friends!!! today i spent lots & lots of time on the beach & in the pool!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა & i managed to get a few pics for you guys from the shore <33

[foxsoulcourt]

5 songs

Ty @aniron48 + @thestalwartheart for tagging me in this fun! 💜

the game: 🎧🎵 when you get this, share 5 songs you are listening to at the moment + tag 5-10 people, inviting them to do the same. 🎵🎧

I listen to my playlist aptly titled motivation at least 3x a week; these 5 are cherry-picked from it. I like the sweet arc these make together (and, yes, I even created a story for myself about how they're related 😂).

Fire - Jimi Hendrix (1967)

Groove Is in the Heart - Deee-Lite (1990)

Calabria 2007 - Enur, feat. Natasja (2007)

Hasta la Raíz - Natalia Lafourcade (2015)

Ram Pam Pam - Natti Natasha, Becky G (2021)

And since I've rarely met a rule I didn't want to break or at least bend a little, here's one more selected specifically for Ani + @anyawen: Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia) - Us3, Rashaan, Gerard Presencer (1993). It's not straight up jazz 😉 it's F u N k Y, hip-hop jazz that swings. I hope you'll humour me by giving it a listen.

💜 Who else wants to play? Pinging mutuals who I don't think have been tagged on this round +/or I think might have their own interesting choices: @sorion, @thetrojeans, @fuzzballsheltiepants, @ato-the-bean, @pomponia, @christinefromsherwood, @filteredred, @sig66, @rainbow-0bsidian, @writingpuddle, @merceyca 💜

[pirateborn-a]

[ VENGEANCE ] { from clown son! Let Roger go apeshit xoxo -indomiitas }

INJURY MEMES. — @indomiitas

✧.    Thunderstorms rolled overhead, covering the sky in a dark gray and sending rain pelting down onto the deck like drums, tandem in song with the growing waves crashing against the sides of the Oro Jackson that sent her swaying in her anchored spot upon the shore.

     Men scrambled around him, securing loose objects and running to get their weapons. Each of them careful to provide him with ample space, well aware of how their captain was during his fouler moods.

     Roger would have thanked him, had he the mind to pay any notice to it from where he was, leaning off of the ship with his hand loosely wrapped around a rope. His visage was stoic upon his face, reflecting the storm around them. Body coiled with tension as time continued to slip by, he continued to stare at the unchanging scene before him, beach leading to green forest, stone fortress peeking from above the treeline in the distance, faintly able to make out the symbols of the Marines upon flying flags.

     For the thousandth time in the last few minutes, he regretted allowing his crew to talk him out of running guns blazing. Each second that passed was another second where—

     Hazy but familiar silhouette finally emerged from the trees and at once Roger moved, jumping off the Oro Jackson with the sea pushing him towards the shore as he ran to meet Gaban, staring expectantly as his hands fidgeted with his blade by his side.

“ They have him, ”   Gaban replied through gritted teeth the moment they were close enough. His shades were on, but Roger knew with confidence that his third in command held a glare furious enough to rival his own,   “ Bastards know we’re coming. They’re taking him out to the courtyard, but we’ve confirmed the shackles aren’t explosive. ”

     Tension loosened slightly in his chest, though quickly returned with burning wildfire. Shackles. They’d still shackled his boy.

 ��   Faux calm adorned his face, mind made. Though his eyes must have let his thoughts slip by, if the way Gaban straightened his spine indicated things. He turned his gaze behind them towards their approaching crew, tilting his head up.

“ Donquino, Mugren, ”   his voice raised enough to cut through the storm,   “ Would explosives work in this weather ? ”

     Booming laughter answered him, Murgen chuckling still as he replied,   “ Aye! It’ll be a pain, but we can make it work. Sure would be hell of a lot easier if Mother Nature didn’t seem to favor your moods so, capt’n. ”

     That drew a genuine smile from him, sunny disposition returning for a moment with a cheeky grin and laugh,   “ Sorry, sorry. But it’s hardly my fault that the sea loves us so ! ”

     Smile remained upon his face, yet tension was far from gone. If it weren’t for the way his crew jokes, he might forget that they were unable to hear what he did. The Sea was raging in his head, her Voice screeching with rage, fueling the scorching embers in his chest and leaving him unable to find the lines which separated her voice from his own.

     Both of them screaming to be let loose, to go and claim back what was theirs through whatever means necessary.

“ Gaban, go lead the others, ”   he tossed his hat at the other man, glancing in the direction of the Marine base, his smile twitching,   “ I’d like that stain on the horizon gone before we leave. Give that to Shanks and tell Rayleigh I went on ahead if you run into them, would you? ”

“ Rayleigh’s not going to be happy about that, captain, ” Gaban said with warning in his tone, sighing as Roger merely flashed him another grin.

     If there were further complaints, he didn’t stick around to hear them, bolting into the forest and further inland, weaving between trees before impatience got the better of him. With a flick of his wrists, he drew his blade and swung down, cutting down a direct path towards stone walls. Some navy men were patrolling the outskirts, but he’d hardly noticed them or the way they collapsed the moment he approached. His mind was focused on a single task, the burning in his veins growing with each step.

     The wall had never stood a chance.

     Roger stepped over broken stone, Ace loosely held as he walked more calmly into the courtyard. Startled group of marines on the other side staring at him in shock, some yelling at each other and sending some into the buildings behind them.

     None of that mattered to him, his eyes focused solely on the young boy with blue hair, hands bound behind his back, roughly yanked to the side of the marine wearing a coat. The leader of the place, a Commodore —  whatever that meant  — if Roger remembered correctly. Smile still calm on his face, he lowered Ace, tilting his head to the side.

“ You know, it’s odd. I seem to recall you folks having agreed to let us sail by, ”   he said cordially, holding off his rage,   “ Truly, I would recommend letting go of my boy. I might even be inclined to leave some of you alive if you do. ”

“ Captain — ! ”

     Whatever Buggy had to say was cut off, sword hilt slammed hard on top of his head, sending him crumpling onto the ground and in that split second, Haki crashed down upon the courtyard like thunder, drowning all with a strangled vengeance and sending the Commodore to the ground.

     He moved without thought, feet barely touching the ground before he on top of the Marine who dared to hurt his boy within a second, snarling as he shoved the bastard away —  he’d throw him seas away from Buggy if he could  — and drove Ace through his shoulders, embedding him against the wall.

     Whatever words the man had to say, Roger cared not. He’d deal with the bastard later, for the time being, he ran back towards where his boy had fallen.

“ Buggy ? ”   he asked in a quiet tone, but the boy was out cold. Holding his face —  he was so young  — Roger noticed wordlessly the trickle of blood falling from blue hair, the rain not quite able to hide it.

     Shouting neared them, reinforcements, and Roger draped his coat over his boy, standing up with a steadying breath.

“ I’ll be right back, my boy. Don’t you worry, ”    reassurance given with a warm grin, snapping to fury he turned towards the approaching navy men, no longer able to keep still the storm within him.

     The following world was nothing but a blur, an anger and haki filled haze tinting the world in red as he tore through each man he encountered or lunged for. None of it could quell the wildfire in his chest. How could they ?  How dare they ? 

     Did they not understand how terrible it was to be alone ?  To have nothing and no one but yourself ?  Did they not know how damnably miserable it felt ?  How painful ?

     Or, at least —  his hand breaking cartilage and bone with each blow, ripping the throat out of some bastard’s next before moving onto the next in ceaseless downpour of bloodlust  — did they not understand how it infuriated him that they would even think about casting such a horrid fate onto one of his own ?

     Roger might not have had the boy for considerably long, not as long as some other in his crew perhaps. But they had found him alone, drifting upon the vast seas, their paths crossing at that moment in an act divine and so Buggy was theirs. Buggy was his.

( The Sea had wept for them that day, and she wept for them now. Roger would damn himself before he wasted her holy tears. )

     The sight of his boy collapsing, of blood trickling down blue hair, continued to burn in his vision. Driving each attack he gave, thoughts of grabbing a weapon void in his mind when all he could think about was making them pay.

     Let them feel his wrath. Let them see it. Let the world learn that they had claimed the boy as theirs, and let them learn how fiercely he would guard his own.

     It might have been seconds, or it might have been hours since he’d struck the first man, he couldn’t tell, nor found point in attempting to do so. Standing tall, he towered above his carnage, littered bodies carelessly strewn about. Some still breathing, some surviving, with many more less fortunate. His fury still burned brightly under his skin, but he paid no more attention towards the sailors, walking with resolute steps to where he’d left his blade, left impaled within the Marine Commodore who’d been responsible.

     Roger looked down at the poor excuse of a man with a vicious grin, blood dripping off his hands with the rain and down, staining the marine’s white coat red.

     The Commodore was already dying. That much was obvious, if disappointing. His first attack with Ace had done enough damage to secure that fate, but let it be testament to the bastard’s stubbornness that he still clung onto his breath, glaring daggers up at Roger.

     Such a shame it was that very pride which got him and his men killed.

     Grabbing the hilt of his blade, Roger tugged it upwards, forcing the man to stand against the wall and startling a gasp of pain out of him.

“ There is no fate I could bestow to you that could possibly make up for your transgressions, ”   laughter falling out with his words before shaking his head with a tsk,   “ Not only have you taken advantage of my initial mercy, ”   stomping against the man’s leg hard for emphasis, grin returning filled with teeth.

“ You hurt my crew. ”

     Explosions went off from the building behind them, dragging their eyes upwards. Pleased, Roger watched as smoke billowed out, fighting against the rain. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the entire base was razed to the ground, his crew were delightfully efficient in that manner.

     But, head turning back down towards the bastard, there would be time enough for him to finish his business.

“ For each hair on my boy’s head, I ought to strike you twice more. Finish off the deed at last by leaving you to rot at the bottom of the sea. At least becoming a feast for the fist could serve as means of redemption, ”   with every word, he slowly dragged Ace further up, cutting through tendons and bones until he finally drew screams from the Commodore. Smile twitching in satisfaction at the sound, letting them linger like that for a moment longer before, reluctantly, a sigh fell out.

“ I suppose I’ll have to content myself with this. ”

     He yanked his blade out, kicking the man onto the ground before slamming his foot down onto the Commodore’s chest, feeling ribs give way beneath him like twigs, vindication finally easing the fury within him. Though maelstroms refused to dispel, continuing to lie in wait beneath the surface, begging to drown any who gambled their fates around him.

“ A coward and a fool, ”   he spat, wiping the blood off the soles of his shoes on the dead man’s coat before finally turning away, letting the growing explosions take care of the last of the source of his rage. There were better things to focus on now.

     With each step, his expression softened, the storm calming within him and around him as rain trickled to a halt, until he finally reached where he’d left his boy beneath his coat.

“ Hey, Buggy, ”   he murmured, voice gentle as he knelt down, gingerly wrapping him up in the coat before carrying him, holding him close to his chest,   “ Let’s get you out of here, hm ? ”

     He was so terribly small in Roger’s arms. Barely weighing a thing. How could someone be so small? How could someone be willing to hurt someone so small ?  He felt ready to turn around and tear apart the Marine base all over again, but —  with some difficulty  — he kept himself focused on getting Buggy back to the Oro Jackson.

“ I’ll tell you what, whatever treasure we’ve managed to loot from this place, we’ll give you the largest share, eh ? ”   his voice cheerful and bright, keeping his mind off the lingering anger,   “ I’ll be honest, if I had it my way, both you and Shanks would get larger share when it comes to dividing whatever bounties we’ve gathered. But even though I’m captain, our treasurer’s word is final. I’m certain that I can convince them for this occasion though. ”

     There was a pause in the cacophony, before a final explosion roared and was quickly followed by the sound of stone falling, startling nearby wildlife in droves. Roger laughed, he’d have to compliment the crew once they were reunited, but he followed the path of birds and elk back towards the shore, holding Buggy close to his chest, his hands wrapped protectively around his boy.

“ You’ll always have me, so just stay with me, alright ? ”   murmured reassurances, quiet promises,   “ You’re going to be okay. Captain’s got you. I’ll always be right here, Buggy. I’ll always have you. ”

[misty-wisp]

"oogh i wanna update a certain fic..." if you're referring to your "4k word long essay" then you definitely got this.

(Wishes you the best of luck, even though you don't need it).

PFF the essay actually turned out to be 5k. it was meant to be 1k but i got a lil silly

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

It was said and done: MC's security was finalized, the members were clamoring in every which chatroom, demanding something - anything - other than secrecy. V had only spotted a couple chatrooms, a few conversations that he could parse within quick glimpses, having to vacate before any suspicion could arise... and things, predictably, weren't well. Well things in Rika's care needn't stay that way for long.

Wearily, Jihyun blinked, bowing politely to the security guards posted just before Jumin's penthouse -- he was granted access, of course, but Jihyun always found himself knocking anyways, breath caged in his chest.

It wasn't a farewell. It could be. It felt like one.

The door opened, and Jihyun walked in, spotted a familiar blur shadowed in the farthest corner of the room, and smiled. Oddly, his lips did that of their own accord.

"Jumin."

His throat feels like gravel, but he treks down that pathway regardless, footing uneven and destination unknown.

"... I," it's a familiar unfamiliarity, sitting on his tongue: an apology that always escapes, but never now, never whenever he needs it most. "She's safe. I made sure of that."

Jihyun hopes it's better than an apology. He knows it isn't.

[I have to go.]

He'd typed those quick words in the chatroom the very moment Jihyun's presence at the gateway to his tower had been announced. ZEN had been in the middle of a rant; he'd hear his complaints about leaving abruptly later, no doubt.

In the few moments that would take his guest to ride the elevator to his penthouse's floor, Jumin had restlessly changed position thrice. At first trying to impose himself to sit down on the couch, and wait. When Elizabeth the 3rd had stirred from her rest to leave her spot beside him, he'd taken it as a sign. That wouldn't do.

No, deep inside he knew the sensitive and intelligent Persian was more than likely perceiving his unnerved mood and wanted none of it. A wise and respectable choice. He didn't try to stop her when she moved across the apartment to head upstairs where the guest room was.

He'd shifted to look at his own reflection by the cabinet with his expensive wines collection, and one hand reached to his tie to tug it loose a bit. It was getting harder to breathe.

No, he didn't want to look stressed out before Jihyun. With an expert maneuver of well-practiced fingers, the knot was even tighter than before.

The quietest of sighs left through his nose, as he paced away, aimless to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Barely a look to the city lights outside, before the familiar knock reached his ears. He did not need to grant vocal permission. It was just as pointless and ritual as his friend's own habit by now.

And there came his voice. A squeeze to the heart every time it came; and it had gotten so rare of late. 'I'm sorry', his mind completed on Jihyun's behalf already, so automatically Jumin could almost swear he heard it in his friend's voice in his ears. But it was an illusion.

This time, he didn't say it. And that alone was disturbing enough - funny, how often Jumin had complained that Jihyun apologized far too often to the point the word lost meaning - for him to finally break eye contact with the semi-transparent reflection on the glass to turn and aim steel gray eyes onto the real deal. To that shield of dark shades that separated them.

MC was safe. A relief, but was that truly all he deserved to hear?

"... Safe, and where?" He asked, straightforward as a bullet. It wasn't customary of Jumin to forgo the manners of a good host, usually. But the situation was far from usual, and his patience had run so, oh so thin. The least he could do as a final grace for Jihyun was show him exactly how, by getting straight to the point. "Is it another secret address I shouldn't be privy of?"

[redxriiot]

in the teacher verse, Ei's absolute favorite school days are Parents Day and the Sports Fest day