#noblxborn

[hazardia]

                           _::ɴᴏʙʟxʙᴏʀɴ

    Japan was truly the home of technology, eh? Industrial scrapers kissed the clouds and wide-screen, interactive advertisements hugged almost every building corner. Rin was a product of her environment herself, being quite literally, another sentient block of functional mechanics. She had to say, watching tourists gawk at the unfamiliar was always a sight to see.

    To witness the reverse and be the one staring for once, however? Awfully refreshing. Who was this gentleman? Eye-catching, stylish(?), with a peculiar way of carrying himself to boot. All eyes were on him, and she had to wonder whether he was conscious of it or not.

    Perhaps she’ll join his side, and help ease any feeling of isolation he may or may not have. She’ll attempt to mimic his hands as well, just for fun. “I say, this is a rather catching pose! Are you a JoJo by any chance?”

[garaipena]

[ If I was afterlife Mercutio I would straight up friggin stab Romeo back and steal his woman. I mean, I'd be mercutio. The greatest man in this play that there ever was and will be. ]

[thejustmagistrate]

It's called afternoon tea @ noblxborn

⊰���⊱—; “Your message will arrive in mother’s attention due shortly, Mother of Brady, I assure you! Knowing of your close bond to each other, she would dare not miss it! As for learning of myself, no details will be spared, for the name Owain Dark and my awesomeness will be known by every corner of Ylisse!”

      He’s certainly not shy to open up to anyone, especially those who asked, but it’d be easier and less headache-inducing for Maribelle if she simply took his long rant as a ‘yes.’

  Well... the boy certainly is… For a moment the young woman goes blank her mind in eager search to find just the right word to describe her most beloved of friend’s son. “Spritely.” Maribelle finally settles on and finds she likes how the word tastes fresh and crisp on her tongue, much like the deep wells back in Themis.

He is her companion’s son, no doubt about it. They share the same sunshine outlook and possess the power of drawing one’s attention with only the power of their voice. Maribelle swallows her thoughts on how the boy assaults her eardrums, telling herself that it matters not. She was only vaguely fond of her perfect hearing.  

“Come along then Owain, I shall have our tea prepared post haste.” With the pose and grace drilled in from childhood the girl pivots on heels and leads the way through the dingy camp towards her own makeshift living space.

“Make yourself comfortable and tell me all about yourself. Oh, pray tell do you have a preference?” She asks in between fetching the items needed for a proper afternoon tea.  Even in a time of war a tea connoisseurs such as herself manages to find the space in her saddle bags for the important things.

“Now do not get used to this,” she’s talking her preparing the tea. “I seldom serve my own tea, so you should take it as a great honor that I am actually doing so.”

[jeweledxhalo-blog]

Don’t let Mingxia drive

- She’ll go for the highest speed possible, if the road is good enough for it. - Somehow the whole ride will end with her breaking the side mirrors, scratching the painting, etc. - She’ll probably break a lot of driving and parking laws. - If she drives, I HOPE YOU HAVE A STRONG STOMACH- Or, if she doesn’t do any of the above, - She’ll treat the car like it’s hers. With love and care. By that, I mean the exterior of the car shall be repainted to purple, and whatever is decorated inside the car would be replaced with her stuff, etc.

tl;dr - Don’t give Mingxia your car. No matter what.

[garaipena]

[ noblxborn I acted out his part too and died inside, as I had to die. FUCK ROMEO AMIRIGHT? GDI PERSON THAT CALLS HIMSELF A 'BEST FRIEND'. YOU LET HIM GET STABBED IN THE CHEST ROMEO THAT IS NOT HOW FRIENDSHIP WORKSSSS. ]

[aspernatio-archive-blog]

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                           —————— [ ❖ ] ——————verse: lone warrior

                  Usually Lon’qu was a lone wolf, trying to practice on his own outside the camp while no one saw him. His practical plans, however, to avoid any possible distraction, were abruptly eliminated as Robin decided that every Shepherd should be present on the trainings ground on the early morning for tactical discussions and possible training lessons. Strategy was very important, yes – but the raven-haired had no actual desire in joining the other soldiers during their practice. He probably wouldn’t be able to properly focus on his technique nor could he carelessly swing his blade with the wind’s soft movements. Yet these tactical meetings could be considered as an order – and it was his sole task to follow them.

                  Standing on the training grounds, arms crossed in front of his chest, the man noticed a familiar silhouette coming closer to him. Actually he had hoped to avoid Owain during this time and place; especially since he had heard disturbing rumors that this young man started to name everyone’s weapons – giving them ridiculous names. It was the first time that he had heard of someone doing something as pathetic as this. Besides that the man had not heard much about him or the other future children – but in the very end he had no time to care for them to begin with. During raging war Lon’qu had no time for such utter nonsense nor did he wish to be included in it.                                            Tɪᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs﹐ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ. He was not strong enough yet to call himself a true warrior - and any lost second, any lost time was another obstacle on his very long path.                   So, naturally those future children should focus on their own strength – at least they should, considering what he had heard about the time they were originally coming from. Dark clouds, burned towns and dead bodies – seeing this cruelty they should know what awaited them if they failed again. But the swordmaster did not know such horrifying future; but he knew that he hadn’t reached his own limit just yet.

                  Nevertheless, even though Lon’qu wished to be alone, Owain had almost reached him– maybe he wanted to ask him for advice or he wanted to introduce his list of choices for his future blade’s name. The man did not move as the younger one came closer - instead only a distant pair of grey-blue eyes rested upon him.

                  —-“…You don’t want to give my weapon a name, by any chance?                         If you want to shape your own abilities                         you should go and find a partner who is willing to endure your mistakes.”

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[waltziing]

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      "No, don't look!" Sniff. 

                "I'm not crying. You are!"

[woshixia]

noblxborn liked your post:    “Red. It’s the color of a hero.”      ...

   "F-Father, please! You're not supposed to be reading my poems!"

[jeweledxhalo-blog]

noblxborn replied to your post:noblxborn replied to your post:potientxmagex...

OI, RUN TO LORD LEON AFTERWARDS, HE MAY BE ABLE TO PROTECT YOU. I NEED YOU, THE KIDS NEED YOU. Otherwise a name and appearance change is under order, yes.

W-WINNIE... ... ...MM, I’LL SEE WHAT CAN BE DONE HUBBY! THANK YOU FOR SNAPPING MY SENSE BACK IN PLACE. IT’S A PROMISE: I’LL BE BACK IN ONE PIECE -- FOR YOU AND THE KIDS.

...change appearance? mm, that actually sounds kinda fun! a new look and image.. ~

[lastdxnce]

「 noblxborn」

     "Owain!" Came the melodic tone of Inigo's voice, followed by a raised, slender hand as the dancer picked up the pace to catch up with his friend. Truthfully, Inigo was almost certain he'd interrupted something, as not moments before he'd called out, Owain had been practising something that looked very dramatic. ...

     In truth, he didn't particularly care, as in Inigo's mind, his own plans were more important than the naming of a sword or the banishing of a spirit or whatever the other man was doing. Catching up, fingers caught in snowy hair and his slowed steps were graceful--far more than any other man in the Shepherds, as result of his many hours of secret dance practice. "I've been looking for you everywhere----what do you say to a night out? You, me, countless women..."

     "Also... where have you been all day?"

[brokenexalt]

OUTREALMS FATHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH OUTREALMS COUSIN?!