Winter is fine, but summer I hate.

寂しい星。

[batoushoujo]

It’s true what they say about me.

I am mean.

tem green. rules / about src. current main fandoms: star rail, zzzero, yugioh, and durarara!!

MULTIMUSE SIDEBLOG: @vagrantmenuet​ , mainly star rail canons at current!

[batoushoujo]

[batoushoujo]

I HAVE BEEN REWARDED FOR OBTAINING HER COSPLAY

[noisyhajimari]

batoushoujo: anyway she bites him but it’s not really cute or sexy it’s just Really Violent.

DIDN'T WORK he's pretty turned on now. moaning and giggling and shit.

and also Ow. haha. ☠️☠️

[batoushoujo]

　　His utter lack of self-preservation is really a terrible thing to pair with Tem Green, of all people. Beneath the alcohol-fueled haze, a muddled mixture of amusement and repulsion is going to lead to more of these not-gentle-at-all bites.

[batoushoujo]

@ryobumbratio;

"... would you like some jewelry? I upset the spirit, and he stole some in revenge... don't worry, you don't have to worry about getting in trouble having it! He, uh, said he took care of that, whatever that means, but I really don't care to wear jewelry..."

　　Everything she hears about that guy pisses her off. Stole jewelry for revenge? Just to risk getting him in trouble, to stress him out, make him fret about it when he gets control back? Tem has to fight not to dig her nails into her skin too hard to try and carry out the violence that inspires in her.

　　“Can't you just, like, return it? Or...dispose of it, somewhere? You know what, yeahーgive it to me, I'll find a way to get it...somewhere fucking else.”

[batoushoujo]

also this is frying me

[batoushoujo]

Attachment Style Test

On Edge-Avoidant (Mistrusting): Individuals in this quadrant share the Dismissive type's misgivings about others, but have not developed the armor of coolness and self-sufficiency that allows Dismissive types to live without attachment and bonding. Consequently, Mistrustful types recognize in themselves a need for intimacy and close relations with others, but as soon as they start to get close to others, they also find that they have mixed feelings about the whole ordeal and start fantasizing about breaking it off because they "want their space again." In short, they are neither at ease in solitude nor when close to others. Because of their simultaneous need for and mistrust of intimacy, Mistrusting types have had to spend their lives learning how to skillfully handle other people; continually maneuvering so as to keep others close and available, yet at the same time out of control and powerless to harm the Mistrusting type. Individuals of this type are often high-achieving and competent adults, but on the inside, they tend to suffer from periodic bouts of low self-esteem and be plagued by a sense of hollowness at their core. Mistrusting individuals are frequently very good at finding legitimate fault with others and sniffing out their weaknesses as a way of protecting themselves against being disappointed by others, but on the downside, this hypervigilance also tends to lead to skepticism and overly paranoid tendencies.

tagged by @yeonban KING

[batoushoujo]

ur not gonna believe this but i'm finally sending out asks

[undeific]

Finally, in the blinding sunshine at the side of the road, she gives him what he’s been wanting: raw, unfiltered vulnerability. A normal husband—a good husband, a real husband—would not be so giddy to see his wife in tears. He would not see it as a success. There would be no elation. But Izaya is not a normal husband, or a good one, and especially not a real one. 

I was so relieved when it was you. His heart hammers in his chest, a victory drum. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her. Then he retrieves the bottled water from the car, uncapping it and holding it to her lips. 

          “And it’s still me. I’ll take care of you. There’s nothing to be afraid of now.”          

He isn’t so naive as to think that he’s conquered the ghost once and for all, but this is quite the landmark battle to have won. Enjoy this, he tells himself, peering into Tem’s watery eyes. Soak it in, remember every detail.

He wants to kiss her again, but the situation is delicate. He settles for stroking her hair instead, encouraging her to drink.

[batoushoujo]

　　SHE CAN'T RETURN THE KISS, barely present in the current moment. She hasn't been fully present in reality for nearly two days. It makes her dizzy, and she pulls at the jacket around her shoulders, a comfort, a locked cell, and most simply, working to overheat her. She can't quite process enough to take the water bottle, turning her head away after a second so that she can breathe again.

　　What Izaya says to her is exactly opposite of the truth. There's so much more to be afraid of; her feelings, past and present, delusions and the truth of her supposed true love, revelations she desperately does not want to have.

　　Only a few tears fall, and her panic attack dies down along with the sips of water he manages to get her to drink. Over time, she pulls the jacket off of her, the air cooling the sweat that's formed on her skin, and her shoulders slump as the concoction of medications from Nebula are able to dominate her bloodstream once more. By this point, she's leaning against Izaya rather than the door, and she mumbles half-audibly.

　　“...I'm fine. We can go.”

[batoushoujo]

@reshiram / ⏎

　　“I was out in the forest past Iccirus City,”　She explains.　“And it appeared there. I thought it wanted some Poffins, but it was more interested in my food, which probably isn't super good for it.”

　　To showcase this, she digs out a pre-packaged cupcake, which seems to catch the Pokemon's attention anew, and she unwraps and tosses the treat up to it. Her hand falls to her hip as she watches it down the thing in a single gulp.

　　“It's...big. My Pokedex has no info on it, so it doesn't seem, um...normal.”

[nonplayabl]

Kangho doesn’t know why it was necessary to send him to do this. It seems like it should be an easy enough task for Izaya to do himself. And it’s painfully awkward. He shifts awkwardly on his feet and uses that trick PR taught him to create the illusion of eye contact while avoiding it, looking at the space beneath @batoushoujo's eyebrows rather than her eyes. 

          “Um,”          he begins clumsily, smiling nervously.          “Hi. I’m Kangho. I was sent by—by Izaya? He says, uh...”          He looks down at his phone, reading the text he was sent:          “He wants you to stop avoiding him, and to 'come home anytime you like’, and…”          He furrows his brow.          “He says he knows you'll keep the cat's collar charm safe. And that he has something else for you, and wants you to tell me to tell him whether you'd prefer to talk to him directly or have him send me again to receive it.”

[batoushoujo]

　　TEM TRIES TO INGORE HIM. It's painfully obvious that he's trying to approach her, and she wants absolutely nothing to do with that, even without knowing the reason yet. She's already preparing an I don't care when he introduces himself, but it doesn't get a chance to come out, because the moment he says Izaya, she freezes.

　　It becomes difficult to focus on what he's saying; her heartbeat has immediately jumped into her ears, deafening. The world may as well have frozen along with her. Before, she'd been refusing to make eye contact, acting as if this guy didn't exist, but now, she's fully fixated on him, staring with a cold horror. Tem can barely process what he's saying, and at some point, her expression contorts fully into rage.

　　“If I wanted to speak to him, I would.”　She needs to get out of here. Just hearing his name hurts more than should be possible. If she's not careful, she'll feel too happy at the fact that he's trying to reach outーshe knows how stupid that is, and instead, churns those feelings into anger. It's really mostly at herself, but this poor guy who's been roped into the middle of this marital dispute is going to get the brunt of it. She takes a step towards him, dark eyes sparkling with pain and violence.

　　“Don't tell him a thing, and don'tーdon't ever approach me again.”

[batoushoujo]

@predvestnik replied to your post: Smack them off her hands.

​　　Stares down at the spilled milk and wet cigarette for a moment, then kicks at his shin as hard as she can.

[predvestnik]

it really is as they say: the dildo of consequences rarely comes lubed. His yelp can be heard across galaxies.

[batoushoujo]

sorry i still barely write, i genuinely want to I just barely ever have time )-:

[batoushoujo]

[batoushoujo]

inbox call for a headbutt or a lick, will decide on the fly

[kushtibokt]

@batoushoujo replied to your post “　His current Doctor of Chaos gave him a suggestion...”:

CHOKES,

　"―Is it that breathtaking? Don't choke on it, now." That's such a funny reaction for something he did on a whim.

[batoushoujo]

　　She was just so shocked. She didn’t expect to see…that.

　　“It’s, ummm… Something!” It’s difficult not to choke on her laughter again.

[batoushoujo]

reminder that tem has @narvvhal blocked on every platform