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[kioflerkira]

Hello may I have a Percy Jackson x reader when the reader unclaimed (ppl think she is cabin 6) but established with Percy she train with him. And they began to flirt with each other. Percy had taught her how to fight long time ago so he is happy with her amelioration. PLEASE IF YOU WANT TO 😻🥹

“ UNCLAIMED ”

pairing: p.jackson x unclaimed!reader warnings: mild cussing, flirting, light angst ?? genre: romance, humor, fluff summary: you’re the only unclaimed camper left, unofficially part of cabin six, training alongside demigods who know exactly who they are. but you ? you’re just trying to survive—and maybe impress the boy who taught you how to fight.

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YOU WERE THE ONLY unclaimed camper still left after two years.

two whole years.

you’d trained, bled, sweated, survived—and still the gods hadn’t bothered to claim you. not even a half-assed shimmer of light or a holographic symbol over your head. nothing. nada. zilch.

cabin six— the athena kids —unofficially adopted you out of pure logic. they claimed you had the “intellectual discipline of a daughter of wisdom” or whatever. probably because you didn’t try to eat your sword and knew how to read.

you didn’t really care. not at first.

but lately ? it started to gnaw at you.

especially when everyone else knew who they were. what they were. where they belonged.

except you.

well, you and percy jackson.

“I didn’t know who my godly parent was either,” he told you once, back when you first arrived and looked like a feral stray behind the big house, clutching a plastic spoon like a weapon. “but we don’t need gods to tell us we’re worth something.”

you stared at him. then promptly passed out from dehydration.

he’s been training with you ever since.

and by “training,” you mean: throwing you in the lake, blocking your sword strikes with dumb grins, and making really, really bad jokes.

like, offensively bad.

“my sword’s name is riptide,” he told you once.

you deadpanned, “i’m gonna name mine tsunami so she can beat yours.”

he had the audacity to look impressed.

you hated how cute he looked when he smiled.

⸻

now, two summers later, you’re in the training arena.

sweaty. sore. swearing at your sword. and percy is grinning at you like a mentor who just watched you unlock a new ability in a video game.

“yo.” he raises his brows. “you’ve gotten good !”

you roll your eyes and wipe your forehead with your sleeve. “about damn time.”

“I mean, you used to swing like you were trying to kill a mosquito with a shovel.”

“I will stab you, jackson.”

“hot.”

you pause.

he pauses.

“.. was that out loud ?” he asks, blinking.

you squint at him. “are you flirting with me or stroking out ?”

“I mean— yes ?” He scratches the back of his neck. “you have been looking real sword-wife material lately.”

you snort. “that’s the nerdiest thing anyone’s ever said to me, and I’ve been adopted by the athena cabin.”

percy grins wider, clearly unfazed. “so what you’re saying is .. i’ve got a shot.”

you blink at him. he’s serious. you can tell because he’s not wiggling his eyebrows or making fish jokes.

you look away and try to focus on the dummy you just sliced in half.

“.. maybe,” you mutter.

we makes a triumphant noise like he just won the olympics and you immediately regret giving him an inch.

“wait,” he says, stepping closer. “say that again. slower.”

“don’t push your luck, seaweed brain.”

his smile only gets bigger. “you like me.”

“I will throw you into the strawberry fields.”

“you like me and you’re blushing !”

“i’m sunburnt.”

“it’s cloudy.”

“fuck you,” you mutter, but there’s no heat in it. your lips twitch.

“you promise?” he grins.

you elbow him in the ribs.

He wheezes.

gods, you liked this idiot wayy too much.

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later, you’re both sitting by the canoe lake, feet dangling off the dock.

he tosses pebbles into the water like it’s some deep philosophical thing. you’re trying not to stare at the way his hair stick to his forehead or how the light hits his sea-glass eyes or how he keeps glancing at you like he’s waiting for something.

“still mad no god claimed you ?” he asks quietly.

you shrug. “sometimes. mot because I need the power or whatever. just .. I wanna know who I am.”

percy nods. he gets it.

“you’re a pain in my neck,” he says lightly.

you roll your eyes.

“but you’re also brave. strong. smart. and the only person who’s ever blocked my trident strike without being scared out of their skin.”

you snort. “you make it sound so romantic.”

he bumps his shoulder against yours. “i’m serious. whether you get claimed or not, you already belong here. you belong with us. with— me.”

you look at him. but this time he’s not smiling.

it’s not a joke.

it’s not a flirt.

you lean your head on his shoulder, heart thudding stupidly loud.

he sighs in relief like he’s been holding his breath for months.

“.. i’m gonna take that as a yes,” he mumbles.

you smile.

“shut up, jackson.”

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a/u: this is lowk cringy cuz i wrote it yesterday while i was half asleep SORRY 😵‍💫

[greensagephase]

Sketching Sketching Sketching ☺️ My OC (Kira) and Migs 🌹

Hiii, pookie!!! Thank you for the ask!!! 💕🥰

Omg, I feel like I'm intruding rn!! 😳🤭 I should see myself out and give you privacy, hehe!! I wish that was me fr tho 😩🙏🏼 Now I'm imagining Miguel waking me up with soft, gentle kisses while on top of me, RAHHHH!!!

I'm living for this sketch rn, pookie!! Also, can we talk about your power??? The way you can draw ✨️anything✨️ !!! I aspire to draw like you one day 🥹🫶🏼💕

Thank you for sharing your art with us, Lara!! Ily and your art!!!💖💖

Alondra❤️

[coleminecanary]

Kira Yoshikage Layout ★

Requested By:ANON F2U with credit ! Like/Reblog if save/use⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚.ᯓ★ Strawpage/info ! Dividers not F2U !

[inkpot909]

helloo it's me it's been a long time XD

could i ask an Josuke Higashikata x reader were reader is dying in his arms during a fight against Yoshikage Kira? [more like death doors but the reader survive]

reader is best friend with Josuke,like siblings relationship

thank you in advance buddy

↳ Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Reader isn’t implied to be a stand user or not. Only child!Reader.

A/n: Hey hey, I hope you’re doing well! Just like last time your request gets me in my soft heart. Thank you so much; I hope you enjoy! <3

Warning(s): Descriptions of injuries, and canon-typical violence.

Josuke Higashikata doesn’t deal with death well. Not in the slightest.

There’s immediate denial. Childish in nature, but emotionally raw and genuine. So visibly tense a mere touch to his skin may cause a third degree burn. Not a soul can hope to get a word in, unable to cut through his stressed ramblings. Absolutely refusing to believe anyone under his watch could slip past his radar, and into harms way.

He can always delay the inevitable, or at least, that’s how it’s felt. Not just to him, but for the people around him too.

Ever since he was young, there was no wound too big or too small for him to handle on his own.

Crazy Diamond, for as long as he could remember, was there to make everything better again. He can always fix it. He can always fix you.

Specifically speaking, Josuke has ensured your safety for a long time by the summer of 1999.

More than that, he’s your best friend and the closest thing you’ve got to a brother. Offering chiding comments and snarky lectures while tending to your physical health only hammers the sentiment home further.

And no doubt about it, any poor fool lousy enough to break your heart does not look the same today as they did when your affections broke in two. Anything to get a laugh out of you. The smile returning to your face being the clearest sign he’s got that everything’s going to be okay.

As much as Josuke is eager to jump to your aid, he does at times question you beyond the usual lecture. Too impulsive to keep his mouth shut, but too relaxed to ever push it. Still… his mind cannot help but wonder-

How in the hell are you so impossibly attracted to trouble?

Is it him? Conflict follows Josuke around like a shadow, so its reasonable to expect that you get caught in the crosshairs from time to time. But you seem to attract it without even trying. On your own and everything.

Josuke’s almost impressed.

Is it something to do with your zodiac sign? It wouldn’t be the most far fetched guess he’s made regarding the subject. Although, Josuke is too hands-on to leave it up to fate alone.

Is God playing a cruel trick on you? At this point, he’s ready to throw his hands up in the air and believe anything.

Whatever the greater cosmic reason for your danger-prone exsistence, Josuke’s never been far.

From childhood to teen years, the boy has had your back. You do your best to have his as well, cutely enough. Regardless, as soon as you had so much as a scratched knee, he was hustling to your aid.

Sure, such forwardness exposed his power, but his trust in you has never once faltered. If anyone was to know about Crazy Diamond, it’s you.

That… and he also didn’t think much of hiding his stand ability at six years old.

In fact, you were the very first to both see his power in action and understand it from Josuke’s own words. An explanation for the impossible feats of arrangement Josuke can perform.

If you hadn’t grown up alongside it, you likely would have never believed it if you were told now at age sixteen. But you’ve seen the molding of human bodies or obscure objects with your own eyes.

You’ve hung onto every word he’s spoken on the subject. It’s all so fascinating, and the years spent as his friend didn’t at all put a damper in your expressed interest. Whenever he does care to talk about his stand, your sat eagerly with your lips sealed shut.

By 1999… there was a definite shift.

Sure, you had to prod it out of him, but finding out there were more people in Morioh with powers like Josuke was a total mind-bender.

Your suspicions were already raised by the odd happenings occurring around town more and more.

And Josuke is a lot of things, but god help him, a great liar isn’t one of them. That, or you’re so accustomed to reading his expressions that lying to you is a futile effort.

You couldn’t shake the suspicion he was hiding something… and you’re glad you stuck to your gut, in hindsight.

In turn, Josuke knows you well enough to understand you’d eventually get the answer to your curiosity with or without his help (And you undoubtedly made that known).

Whatever your means of going about it ‘without him’ entails makes his lower lip tremble with concern. In short, if you press him enough, he eventually folds about damn near anything you question him over.

So when the existence of a serial killer loving in Morioh was gradually exposed, Josuke was already mentally preparing to protect you. And to his dismay, you’d already stuck your nose in an alarming amount of stand user affairs.

Stubborn as you are, you refused to not be involved.

As soon as you caught wind of the news, all hell broke lose. You could hardly sleep, staying up late researching history of the town, leaving no stone unturned. Anything you could do to help the more offensive working stand users.

Your efforts left you fatigued in a way that swirls discomfort within Josuke’s stomach. Spiking his protective nature instinctively.

Every stranger you walked past on the street became a suspect overnight. Something to be wary of, and evade.

Josuke appreciates your caution, and that you take the situation seriously, but your proximity to stand users doesn’t guarantee your safety either.

If anything, it only increases your chances of running into something far outside your wheelhouse. And knowing you…

No. I cannot go there, he tells himself.

He tries not to think of it too much, less the stress of your insistence deflates his hair or causes his skin to break out. A blaring, bright red alarm screaming he’s losing his mind.

No matter how hard he tries, though, it’s no use.

Protecting you and his mother is a constant worry sizzling in the back of his mind. The anxiety is unlike him, but not one so easily relaxed.

He already lost his grandfather… and soon enough, he loses Shigechi as well…. Josuke’s sure as hell not losing you either.

Alas, his fears are realized one deceptively pleasant afternoon.

One frantic phone call from Koichi, and Josuke was running to a tailor’s shop at full speed- Okuyasu at his side.

The conversation he had with Koichi echoing through his mind. Koichi had said one of the most terrifying sentences Josuke’s ever heard in his entire life.

“Jotaro and Y/n’s been injured. Neither of them will get up.”

You’re hurt…. the killer hurt you. And Jotaro, their own personal trump card, wasn’t currently conscious. Unable to keep you out of harm’s way, and if he didn’t hurry, the same could be said about Koichi…

I promised them I wouldn’t let them get hurt… Josuke thought, running down the sidewalk. Ignoring confused looks from passing strangers and Okuyasu’s cries behind him. Barely able to keep up with his frantic pace. I promised Y/n they’d be safe. Their parents would have my head on a stick if they knew about all of this, and I would deserve it. I promised Y/n-….!

The journey to the shop was pure agony. Josuke’s breathing ragged and eyes stinging from a refusal to close them. As if he could possibly miss you, Jotaro, or Koichi.

No chances… I’m taking no chances.

He turned a corner, and the the first thing in sight was crimson red. Pools and droplets of blood scattered across pavement behind a damn near demolished building.

And four figures laying near completely motionless on the ground.

A blonde stranger is collapsed near an unconscious Jotaro. Koichi a few paces away looking in an even worse condition, a large wound on his torso. Gaping and gushing fresh blood. The sight if it enough to make Okuyasu pause and force down bile threatening to rise up his throat. His hand slapping over his mouth, eyes wide.

Then… there was you. Josuke’s heart breaking at the sight of his childhood best friend bruised and cut up beyond comprehension. One of your legs bent in an unnatural position.

Josuke doesn’t hesitate.

Mindful of the situation, he ran to Koichi first. Hands on him and rushing Crazy Diamond as much as he possibly can as Koichi’s wounds slowly heal in a subtle hew of yellow light.

“Jos-…” his head snaps up at a distant sound. The softest whisper of his name, at least trying to say it. Strained and fleeting. “Josuke-…”

The blonde man behind him and Okuyasu grumbles something, but Josuke’s eyes are focused forward. Gaze beaming, and almost rabbit. “Y/n- just a second, I have to-“

“Josuke-…” you try once more, cutting him off. Your body moves, trying to roll over on your back. But you’re cut off with a wheezing hiss, snapping back to your original position. One eye closed, and the other squinting open.

Josuke looks down at Koichi, a tiny amount of relief washing over him when his stomach closes up once more. Breathing- unconscious- but breathing.

“I got him, Josuke,” Okuyasu urges quietly. Restraint in his voice, the tone he often takes when he figures he ought to not say much. Kneeling down on the other side of Koichi, offering a watchful eye so Josuke can continue on.

And Josuke wasn’t waiting another moment. His knee cracks from how quickly he bounces up to full height, rushing over to your fallen figure.

“Y/n-!” he urges.

If you were sound, perhaps you would’ve gingerly smiled at the uncharacteristic look of worry in his blue eyes. Maybe even poked fun at it, if the situation wasn’t too bleak. But instead, you squirm on the ground, trying to pick yourself up regardless of pain rippling through your shivering form.

“Josuke-“ you breath his name once more, struggling to keep even the single eye open.

“Hey, keep quiet, dummy,” he says, dropping to the ground beside you. Attempting to chide you with a teasing yet affectionate nickname… but it doesn’t reach his trembling voice. “I got you, okay?”

He reaches out, only to retract his hand at the way your body jerks at the touch. Regardless, he stubbornly moves to wrap his arms around you. No matter the pain, he’s not letting you endure it alone.

Freezing for once; his mouth hanging open in terrified bewilderment. Uncharacteristically panicked and unable to gather his mind.

The sight of your condition is like a bucket of ice dumping onto him. Close to death, and cruel display of just how dangerous the chase for the killer truly is. Your head is bobbing a little, making a weak attempt to sit up in his hold. It’s no use, though, and your body remains damn near limp in his arms.

“Josuke-“ you gasp, coughing up a gush of blood. The warm liquid tricking down your mouth and chin, splashing a little on the sleeve his school uniform. “I’m not gonna-“

“I said hush-“ he bites back, a trickle of sweat trailing down the side of his head. Snapping to attention, Josuke’s head shakes. Getting into gear, his stand appears behind him as he started the process of healing you. “-You’re going to be fine, you hear me?”

You let out a sound. Likely meant to be a retort of some kind, but not having the strength to follow through.

Not yet… you don’t have the strength now, but you will.

Slowly but surely, your wounds start to close up. Your own blood still stains your body and clothes, but at least the pool you lay in isn’t being fed anymore. Regardless, Josuke’s grip on you remains tight. Refusing to let go until he sees for himself any sign that you’ll be okay.

“Josuke-…” you whisper, eyes fluttering and your head bobbing to the side. Coughing again and… no blood this time. Thank Christ.

“Yes, Y/n- yes, what is it?” he asks, volume dipping in order to match yours.

“Brother…”

You’re obviously trying to tell him something, but… even in the tensest of moments… even inches away from facing deaths door… you still call him brother. It swells his petrified heart. The tiniest sentiment, but one that gives him a massive degree of hope.

I promised… because I’m their brother. I cannot let this happen again. No way. Y/n’s trust is in me, I know it. I cannot fail them again, I cannot-

“Brother…” you try again, collecting your thoughts and halting his. Crazy Diamond is working wonders, and Josuke can tell by the way your hand lifts. Slowly and subtly pointing to the shaking blonde near Jotaro. A frustrated and overwhelmed Okuyasu in the middle of trying to reassure the panicked man asking for help. Far too specifically.

But you don’t offer any compassion. Instead, your eyes narrow and brows lower. Casting a dark shadow over your healing face. A serious look Josuke shivers at the sight of. No matter how many times within the past few months he’s seen it, the expression still makes him halt in his tracks.

“It’s him.”

An innocent bystander… perhaps a worker at the ruined tailor shop… but no. Not at all. Josuke’s immediate assumption had been incorrect.

The carnage made of his friends, coupled with that intense look in your heavy gaze… that’s the serial killer.

Jotaro, Koichi, and Y/n found him, Josuke realized with the widening of his eyes. Gently, he slowly sets you down on the ground. This time on your back, and with your body completely healed.

His hands slowly slide across you, releasing you from his curled embrace. Moving to rest on both of your shoulders. Josuke takes a deep breath, his lips thinning into a line and offering you a curt nod.

“Leave it to me.”

Invigorated; feeling like himself again. Motivated by the people he lost, and those he just nearly did. And seeing you slip back into unconsciousness, pure exhaustion overtaking you…

I’m not letting the bastard get away with this.

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please a trans bi Kira pfp plus a trans Omni one (still Kira)

FREAK!!!!

icons free to use with credit!

Buy your local Bitrans Man a Kofi!

[serpercival]

For the character ask game, could you do 23 for Klinger!

Character ask game

23) Favorite picture of this character?

the gone with the wind dress baybeeee~

[toru-saynomoree]

i love your merman tooru and diavolo au? any ideas what kinds of mers the other villains of the other parts could be?

Hhihihiiii!! I'm so glad you like my "almost" au! :D ♡ Well, I've also drawn Kira as an axolotl mer for my friend who loves Kira (i just tell to her that i made him like that cuz at first i thought Killer Queen would be an axolotl, yk pink colour, and well then it was done lol), I just haven't posted it here because that's not the purpose, but I'll take advantage of the moment and show it + octopus diavolo too! (deformed, im bit bad at anatomy U_U):

I haven't thought about the other villains yet, to be honest, I only have a particular interest in Toru and Diavolo, and a little bit also Kira hehe. Anyway, if anyone has an idea, send it to me i would like to read them!

[raceweek]

ur recent tags beg the question. what ARE your top 5 asks

after taking some time (23 minutes) to go through some of my asks the top five shortlist other than georodent/ratlex is as follows:

1. unfortunately appendix ask has to feature. it’s longevity haunts me every day. i have seen too many detailed tags about alex being neutered or spade or dickless. but alas. she’s a hit

2. cokegate night asks number one and number two. they’re a couple to me. hashtag never forget

3. when my brand randomly became racism against the french for like two weeks

4. i just found this and responding like this is maybe the worst thing ive ever done so rub a dub dub haha x

5. mclaren stan mental collapse

[queerquintessence]

I just read your tags in that post and I get you, Piper. I'm so done with seeing ai everywhere too😭😭(Also hi!!!!! How are you doing?)

HII KIRAAA omg i didn’t see this i’m sorry!!!

LITERALLLY ai “art” is one of my biggest pet peeves i will forever be talking shit about it lmaoo

and im doing pretty good!!! nothing super interesting in my life rn to about lol but generally good!

how about you how are you doing????

[ardenssolis]

@wistrea said (inbox):

kira vc: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT TELL MY RAVENS APART?? THEY DO NOT LOOK ALL THE SAME

❝THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE FROM this raven,❞ he paused, pointing at one of the ravens in question, ❝and this raven.❞ Ozymandias paused once more, pointing at another who gave a rather indignant caw in his direction. ❝They are all black, all have the same eyes, beak shape…❞ It was like throwing a bunch of black cats in a room and asking who was who. Honestly, even Ozymandias didn't know how Kira could tell any of them apart. The accuracy at which she called out their individual names was rather impressive; a skill onto itself, really.

[infinite-archive]

trick or treat :3

Hello! You like the color red, don't you?

You get...

1995 TOYOTA CAMRY (Rare!)

[kioflerkira]

hello may i have a percy x reader when the reader feel really bad so percy decided to go in full teddy bear boyfriend mode to make her smile and hugs her please something cute... please

“ SMILE ”

warnings: fluff, cuddling, kissed pairings: p.jackson x reader summary: percy jackson, determined to cheer you up, smothering you with cuddles, kisses, and relentless affection until you finally smile.

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YOU WEREN’T HAVING A GREAT DAY. scratch that—you were having the worst day imaginable. everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, and now you were curled up in bed, sulking under a mountain of blankets, refusing to move.

and that’s exactly how percy found you.

he entered your cabin without knocking (because privacy was a joke to him at this point), took one look at you, all sad and wrapped in your blanket and let out a dramatic gasp. “oh no. it’s worse than I thought.”

you groaned, tightening the blankets around you. “go away, jackson.”

“absolutely not.” he marched over to your bed with purpose, and before you could protest, he flopped down on top of you, dramatically throwing his arms around the blanket pile. “this is an emergency.”

“percy, you’re crushing me.”

“no, I’m hugging the sadness out of you.”

“you’re suffocating me.”

“same thing.”

you wiggled under his weight, trying to escape, but he just tightened his grip, burying his face into your blanket-covered shoulder. “you’re not leaving this bed until I see a smile on that beautiful face.”

“then I hope you’re comfortable, because we’re gonna be here for a while.”

percy gasped like you had just told him his hair looked bad. “don’t say that. that’s the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard.”

you sighed, peeking out from under the blanket. “It’s just been a long day, percy.”

“I know,” he said softly. “that’s why I’m here. to make it better.”

you expected him to try something dumb, like telling a bad joke or making a goofy face, but instead, he started rubbing soothing circles on your back. his other hand brushed against your hair, combing through it gently. his movements were slow, comforting, and undeniably effective at breaking down your defenses.

“you’re like a highly energetic dog in human form,” you muttered.

he grinned. “and you’re my favorite person to cuddle.”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t push him away. his warmth was comforting, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself relaxing against him.

percy, being the absolute menace that he was, took this as his cue to smother you in even more affection. he started pressing exaggerated kisses all over your forehead, making loud “mwah” noises each time.

“percy— stop, oh my gods, that’s so annoying !” you tried to push him away, but he only grinned wider and tightened his arms around you.

“never !” he declared. “you will be loved whether you like it or not !”

you couldn’t help it— you laughed. It was a small one, barely there, but percy caught it instantly. he gasped dramatically again. “was that—was that a smile I just saw ?”

you huffed. “no.”

“liar !” he attacked you with even more cuddles, pulling you so close that you had no choice but to laugh again, this time louder. “ah-ha ! success ! my plan is working !”

you groaned, giving up and resting your forehead against his shoulder. “you’re an idiot.”

“but I’m your idiot,” he said smugly, tucking you under his chin. “and I’ll be here for as long as you need me.”

you sighed, but this time, it wasn’t in frustration—it was in relief. because as ridiculous as percy was, he always knew exactly what you needed.

and right now, you needed him.

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[someprettyname]

ANAHHAHAHAHA AHAHHHHH THE THEMEEEEE!!! ITS SO HAPPY!!!!!!!! OMG LOVING THE VIBES!!!!!!

OH MY GAAAAAAAA

hehe I know right?

Everytime I see that silly smiling sunflower I'm like "Yep. That's my vibe."

[antiibow]

☂️  for  a  weather  based  starter .

❁ ❜ . *  THE FOG ROLLED IN HEAVY, LIKE A THICK BLANKET OF FLEECE. sheva had never been a fan of chilly weather or air so dogged with vapor she feared drowning. it was just her luck then as she'd spilled herself out of bed that morning, that everything had turned grey and wet. the sky above threatened to break open if the sound of the occasional rolling thunder was to be trusted. the rendezvous was set; kira drake had a past as cloudy as the atmosphere, and despite having worked with them countless of times, Sheva really never had been able to make a verdict that was concrete. what she DID know for certain, was that punctuality mattered to drake. the familiar silhouette headed her way and parted the mist arrived just as the big hand hit twelve and the little hit six. the alomar woman wasn't sure what the aversion to sunlight really was with kira, but had chosen some time ago NOT to question it; it had given her plenty opportunity to prepare and make sure all of her belongings were accounted for, before heading out to meet. as she pulled herself away from the trunk of a tree she had been using as a leaning post, sheva adjusted the duffle on her shoulder and waited until her companion was in full view. ❝ glad to see you made it. chris gave us about an hour before we fly out to romania. do you have everything? ❞

@corvidamned

[bravesung]

( violevin. ) –––––– ⚔️ hehe / battle quotes , currently accepting !

Battle intro: "I will do my best to not disappoint you, miss kira."

Victory: "Did I really do it? I did! So, I did get stronger!"

Defeat: "Wait, no . . . !! I can still. . ."

Assist: "I'm here!"

Taunt: *Snickers and mouths something –– possibly the nickname.*

Reacting to Taunt: "Okay, that was uncalled for!"

Tie: "That could have gone on alot longer, honestly!"

Perfect Victory: "a perfect win?! –– should I be worried?"

[insidi0summoved]

kira drake « @corvidamned » cast a spell : 🌿🍒 / winks at him 〃 ⛧

It was a rare sight, and yet the smirk gracing his features was nothing short from cheeky, the hint of fangs could so easily be spotted.  " You know. . . "  A pause, long enough for nick to reach for her chin, the hold is firm and yet, she could easily pull back if needed.  Gaze flicking towards the mistletoe above them before he moved in, a brush of his lips against her.  " If you wanted a kiss you just needed to ask. "  A playful teasing, one followed by another kiss.