#irafatum

[fatis-bibliotheca]

@irafatum requested a starter

“You’re here!”

The normally lethargic sister seemed to have an extra spring in her step as she greeted Five with a smile. She carried her large scissors so effortlessly it could almost be deemed scary but oh was she ever so excited to see her younger sister.

It had taken some conniving tactics (nothing too special for Three, fortunately) to ditch Octa and leave him at home and oh how she cherished the quiet from his constant badgering. In the end he didn’t really have the option to disobey his Intoner but she was far too lazy to put the effort in to controlling him...

...and so she simply ran off on her own to meet with her sister.

“Are you ready for the tea party?” She asks enthusiastically. Typically such an energetic tone would mean she did not intend to sit down and actually serve tea and crumpets and furthermore, they’d been called out here by One to take care of something... but that didn’t matter. A tea party didn’t necessarily have to have tea, it was the thought that counted!

[sandashokku-a]

"I don't usually go for older men, but... I can make an exception if I'm manhandled a little~"

@irafatum //  random letters to the captain.

the pirate chuckles softly, shaking his head at the young woman’s ridiculous request. she was an odd one indeed, but he could do for an exciting change. ❝ It can’t be helped. Though, as a pirate, I have a bit of a rough touch anyways. ❞

[dcstruir-blog]

Anyone ever tell you that you look like you try too hard?

“Anyone ever tell you that you look like you can fit a liter bottle in your twat?”

@irafatum

[fatis-bibliotheca]

irafatum replied to your post: Starter Call - Lyria

give me my son give five three

I'M GETTIN' THERE WWWW. IF YOU WANT STUFF WITH MIKHAIL AND THREE I'LL WRITE SOMETHING <3

[dcstruir-blog]

@irafatum liked for a thing

Now this is what I’m talking about. 

He can sense power radiating from her, like no other he’s sensed before. What was she? The urge to break her and assert his strength compels him onward--hands in pockets as he stalks his new prey.

“You, woman. You seem strong.” An arm is extended, revealing a set of claws. “Of course, I’ll have to test that out.”

[sandashokku-a]

“ When can I see you again? “

rp sentence starters - 5 w’s // @irafatum

❝ i couldn’t really say. ❞ despite how bummed he was about having to leave her, jinpachi wore his usual grin. he didn’t want her last sighting of him to be some frown or teary-eyed moment. ❝ this wouldn’t have to be the last time, you know? you wouldn’t have to wait to see me again if you would just come with me. i told you before; i can take care of you.❞

[fatis-bibliotheca]

Mikhail! We've got shit to do... so hurry the fuck up and stop playing in the goddamn leaves!

“But Zeerrroooo--”

The infantile dragon’s voice echoes as he raises his head. He’d been rolling about in the autumn foliage gleefully up until she’d voiced her complaint - how could he not enjoy the bright colors and how they crinkled beneath claw and scale? How could Zero not understand how fun this was? If only she’d roll around with him she’d certainly be happier!

Ah but Zero was rarely ever happy. She was angry now and if he didn’t get up she’d probably yell at him too. He hated when Zero yelled because it meant he wasn’t doing a good enough job.

Mikhail rumbled softly as he rolled onto his feet, tail swaying behind him. Leaves stuck beneath and to his poorly groomed scales and he shook himself off to try and dislodge the ones clinging to his face.

“Awwww, okay, okaaaay. But the leaves are so pretty. It’s kind of sad to think they’re pretty because they’re dead isn’t it, Zero? Isn’t it?”

[jjillekkot]

‘ sometimes, you have to do bad things to survive. ’

apocalypse prompts // @irafatum

Bad things, huh? Is it really so easily to just explain away everything they’ve done to just bad things? Or is it really justifiable, in order to merely survive? Sometimes she’s plagued by doubt, her morals in question. She’s made it another day, that’s true– but how many places collapsed, how much suffering was inflicted by their hands? Because they needed to survive.

Then Yuffie thinks, and she remembers that neither of them would have made it if they weren’t living off spite and anger, if they weren’t doing bad things too. Sure they might be the cause of injury and theft, but does it mean that the world should continue to harm them just because, without any retribution? Their minds, their bodies attacked and abused to suit someone else’s needs… what was fair about any of that?

Maybe what they’re doing isn’t bad after all. It’s just another form of justice.

[azurexheavens]

@irafatum replied to your post:

you don't deserve anything for christmas

WHAT THE FUCK??? I DON’T DESERVE YOU? YOU DON’T DESERVE *ME*! YOU CAN’T JUST NOT GIVE ME SHIT, I GET WHAT I WANT BECUASE UNLIKE YOU I JUST KILL SANTA AND TAKE WHAT I WANT

“Oh yeah? You’ll hunt down and kill Santa, the magical man who can make it around the world in 24 hours, with your sense of direction? Please, I’m surprised you’re capable of finding your own head with how far you are able to shove it up your own ass.”

[ofstrifes-blog]

          I DON’T LIKE THIS ONE BIT.  The blond would muse, wordlessly, gloved hands venturing over-top of the lavish ( and unnecessary ) decor that littered the castle. From fine fabrics, to jeweled vases and candelabras forged entirely of gold. Being surrounded by such expensive ( and likely irreplaceable ) items riddled him with an unfamiliar sense of discomfort. The flashy && glamorous lifestyle had never been his style. Enough money to provide a modest living was more than enough for him.

         Outside of her reputation for being insatiable ( though the extent of that, he’d had no clue, yet ) Cloud knew next to nothing about his would-be employer. Not that he cared enough to familiarize himself with her, either. As long as her pockets were deep, and the money kept flowing-- that’s all that mattered. Making a living as a sell-sword wasn’t as lucrative a business as it used to be.

          ❛ Speak of the devil. ❜ He’d murmur aloud, arms crossing over his chest, neatly, as the corridors of the castle reverberated with the sickly sweet sound of “Lady Five’s” voice. He was inwardly hoping that she was the ‘ short and sweet ‘ type. Just tell him what needs to be done, and send him on his way with a promise of coin. But, knowing his luck... with a small sigh, he’d do what little he could to at least make himself look as presentable as possible -- from flattening any wrinkles that may’ve marred his shirt, to adjusting his shoulder guard,  accordingly. 

          @irafatum // s.