#v : tbt

[ofovertime]

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜ from mezu-gozu cause i havent annoyed bossman enough at all

There was a grumble on his lips. Hearing someone call him grumpy, he was kind of annoyed with it. yet, he stared at the other for a moment, and then soon looked away. Cranky or not, one shouldn't bother him like this by calling him out.

Then again, Mezu was going to do whatever they pleased. Another sigh left his lips for a moment as he placed his hands in his pocket. Taking out the phone to look at the time.

Taking in a small inhale he opens his mouth.

" Look at the time, it's time to not give a fuck."

[accustiv]

@helllords (leviathan) liked

i never really understood how i found myself in situations that seemed to get increasingly more surreal and strange. most of the time, i simply adapted - resilience pulling me through the confusing, disorientating world that opened up once you stepped off the well-worn, law-abiding path of the majority of the population. needless to say, though, this was slightly unexpected.

you didn’t have to be an expert in theology or anthropology to recognise that there was something distinctly not quite right about him, you didn’t have to be an artist either to appreciate the beauty in his face, however unsettled he made me feel. it wouldn’t be the first time i had met someone who wasn’t entirely mortal, i recognised the signs… however i knew enough not to push and ask too many questions. so… at least i had that going for me.

“ you’re staring at me. ” i said, lightly, as i found his bright eyes and held them, almost defiantly. my hands slid casually into my pockets, and i shifted my weight onto one hip, lazy and easy and completely belying the way my pulse ticked up in speed in my throat. there was no way he could have seen my lift, there was no way he had been there, i’d checked, the only people around had been on the other side of the street. so i’d bumped into the mark, a quick flirtation, a hand on his lapel to smooth his jacket and then into the empty alley and away. it had been empty. not anymore. the corporate keycard, a flimsy piece of plastic, felt very, very heavy in my pocket. i smirked anyway.

“ well, this has been great. but i’m gonna - ” i gestured behind him, towards the other end of the alleyway. “ if you’ll just… ” i moved forwards, as if to edge around him, but stopped only a couple of steps in. his gaze on my face making my cheeks burn. “ what? ”

[ofamplify]

❝ How could you agree to this without even asking me what I want? ❞

❛❛ tell me then. Because I didn't have a choice.❜❜ the woman stared at the other. There was anger that was building up and she was trying to keep it chained. ❛❛ do you think I want anything to do with your family? I don't want to be married to you, given how much I know about you -- how you dislike me and how you treat women. But My family -- ❜❜ the female couldn't help but let out a small exchange from her lips.

❛❛ I agree to this . . . I don't know why. . . but I felt as if I NEEDED TO. you can go fight with them both. if you don't want this, then you go tell them. I won't stop you . . . ❜❜

there wasn't anything she could have done. It was her family's fault for it, she didn't want to accept, but she had to play the GOOD GIRL she had to be a GOOD WIFE to someone. Not that she wanted to. she wanted to cut her family off, but even with how things are -- she wouldn't be able to take care of herself. her head handed down for a moment and she shook it.

❛❛ I don't know what I'm doing... I really hope you know that. ❜❜

ARRANGED MARRIAGE SENTENCE STARTERS 2.0 || accepting @divinezenin

[mangher-a]

@capravulpes || x

"flattering. not only are you cute, but you know your way with words~." shouldn't come as a surprise. she was a fox, after all. a cunning creature through and through. yuuji's crouched down, chin propped against his knees, looking rather content watching her chow down. "mm, he's a bit special, eccentric even... there are more people who dislike him than I can count." to not disturb the fox too much, he's careful with his movements, reaching over to brush two fingers over silky fur. he just couldn't help himself. "but to me, he's nice."

[cosmicgraves]

" — and is that your final answer? " he turns, faces them, and asks his final question. a smirk at his wittiness pulls the corners of his lips up, but he otherwise stays statuesque. // OPEN.

[necrcmance]

*blows a kiss to Malcolm*

oh, a kiss!

by instinct, Malcolm blinks, and looks over his right shoulder to acknowledge the recipient: no one. how mysterious. he straightens, bestows a puzzled look upon the witch, before promptly turning to gaze over his left shoulder. just in case. still, no one. puzzling. a frown, and a couple of blinks that follow in its wake. . . . before, finally, the penny drops. ( it’s almost audible! )

the grin he bestows upon them is dazzling in its childlike, carefree joy. ( he winks in return. )

[artistmarchalius]

Broppy Capture AU, where Branch didn’t confess after World Tour, but a love confession when all hope seems lost is just what they need to free themselves from Velvet and Veneer.

A version without text can be found under the cut.

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

FANTASTIC PLANET AU?????

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[ofovertime]

@auditioheros liked for a one-liner Starter.

"If you take a breather, close your eyes something might come to you. Don't stress over every little thing."

[radiomurdeer]

@lilitophidian gets a starter cause the vibes are good.

Grief had a way of changing people. Alastor's mother had died, and with her the music and joy of life. Maybe if it had been a more peaceful death, he could have accepted it. An illness or injury that would give him time to come to terms.

But murder?

No, she'd been stolen from him, and Alastor couldn't let that stand.

He stood at a crossroads. Quite literally a turning point in his life, even as he laid out his offerings in the center of the empty road. it wasn't the first time someone had summoned a ruler of Hell here, and it wouldn't be he last. Alastor had no intentions on calling the Devil though. Laid out on a cloth of deep red, he set out each item carefully. Rose petals, cinnamon, silvery mugwort, and a glass cup in red. Next to them was a bottle of the nicest wine he could get his hands on - if he was lucky it hadn't been cut with water, but it was the Prohibition, he'd have to hope it'd still be accepted. The last thing recommended was animal blood, but that felt -- lesser. Alastor was young enough in his occult studies that he hadn't yet learned caution. Hadn't yet learned what a high price could be demanded and extracted when things when wrong, when the advice of those who'd come before wasn't followed. He didn't have a silver dagger, all he had was a kitchen knife, well loved and well used, and his own blood.

The words of the ritual came out haltingly, unfamiliar and strange, leaving a tingle on his tongue. Words of power as he sliced a shallow cut on the heel of his palm to let it drip down into the red glass.

Plip, plip, plop.

Now all that was left was to wait, and hope his entreaties had been heard.

[apoapsis]

my homework assignment from sigma stan university...

[oathwilled]

' You look so biteable today. ' ( MODERN BECAUSE ) @oathfcrged / shut up i have the talking stick

This  has  all  been  kind  of  a  whirlwind,  but  not  an  unwelcome  one.  They’ve  met  up  a  handful  of  times  now  — he’s  easy-going  with  sex,  sure,  and  maybe  at  the  beginning  that’s  all  it  was.  But  beyond  that  there’s  a  kind  of  natural  magnetism  he  can’t  quite  deny,  either,  and  it’s  been  nice  to  have  evenings  off  with  someone  rather  than  an  empty  house  or  strangers  at  a  bar.  

"  Only  today?  "  He  grins,  and  it’s  teasing.  "  What  makes  today  so  different?  Is  it  'cause  I  shaved?  "  Which  —— he  did,  sort  of.  Trimmed,  more  like.  His  beard  grows  wild,  thick,  and  unruly  terribly  fast,  and  so  he’s  in  the  habit  of  trimming  it  down  a  lot  now  and  then  — which  says  something,  because  it’s  still  thick  enough.  

"  Or,  "  and  some  exaggerated  consideration,  "  is  that  just  your  way  of  sayin’  you  wanna?  "  Brows  incline,  and  he  grins.  "  Just  not  too  hard,  I’m  sensitive.  "  —— which  is  said  more  like  a  challenge  than  truth,  but,  well.  He’s  him.  

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

knockin’ on heaven’s door (feat. ~eyebrows~ for @aprylynn)

[cosmicgraves]

eyes stare ahead at the piece of art on the wall, unsure of what exactly to make of it yet. he tilts his head to the side, moves in closer to the piece, and squints — almost as if he's attempting to decipher a hidden code somewhere in the meticulous strokes of paint. but alas, there's nothing hidden but the canvas itself beneath the paint.

as a figure approaches behind him, his posture straightens, hands cradle behind him, and he continues to keep his focus on the same painting. some moments of silence pass (his favorite kind of moments), and he turns to acknowledge (@softersinned) to his side. " it is amazing what one can do with their mind, isn't it? though...i admittedly have no idea what i'm looking at. "

[smilemuse]

he has everything going for him: good looks, popularity, grades, student council vice president, & the fangirls to boot. there are times when yoshida wishes he were invisible, blending into the background with ease. however, this was a different task instead one that the teacher had entrusted him with. yoshida's not sure how someone can have that low of a gpa, but he's trying not to be too judgmental.  ❛ are you even paying attention? ❜ he chimes in as he looks at the other boy. everything about him screamed like he was ready to drop out.

purple bangs fray into the edges of his vision but he makes the moment to sit down across from him. they aren't equals by any means & he can feel the stares of the rest of the students. there whispers are birds chirping.  ❛ denji, what are you actually looking at?❜ this time a smile threatens the frays of his mouth, he sees the peep of a magazine from the textbook.  ❛ i'll put it in the shredder. ❜

@getsusekaii