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haemoneiron‌

“I’m going to drink it.”

That’s what he thought she’d say. “Well, at least you asked. --- Don’t think I can help you.”

wiltingbeast‌

The glances certainly didn’t give off a favorable impression of the youth– stares like that weren’t only meant for his mask… More often than not, such attention was reserved for his ebony horns, a trait that many saw as scary; an excuse to treat him as less than human… His frustration over such thoughts lead Adam to grabbing the teen by the collar, teeth grinding together in anger. The teen’s deadpan response won’t immediately diffuse the situation, but… it’s a start, at least.

“Is that a fact?“ He retorts with a scowl, his fingers tightening around the student’s collar. “I’ve heard that excuse plenty of times… a scapegoat for those interested in me for less than desirable reasons. So what’s to say that isn’t the same for you? Is the mask really all that catches your wandering eye?”

He remains silent for a few seconds - staring into the mask, eyes narrowing. “... Yes.” It’s the truth, especially now that he’s gotten a better look at it. He gulps before asking, “Did you craft it yourself...?” Between not being too skillful in hand-to-hand combat, and Izanagi being an overkill, even Yu isn’t sure if he genuinely wants to know or if he’s delaying an inevitable beating.

#wiltingbeast #i just realized they both wield katanas?? if adam doesnt mention he kills ppl it could really be the start of a budding friendship here #also you have permission to hit yu. F

haemoneiron

“Hello, my name is Crow. A moment of your time please.” Words spoken softly, a look of tired distance and a worn out appearance.

“Have you ever donated blood? Would you like too? Less than a pint. I’ll pay you for it.”

commposed-blog

He just stares. “Why? What are you gonna do with it?”

#haemoneiron

SEASONAL AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse / repost, don’t reblog!

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering.sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity.cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations.watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy.lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing through your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley.smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them the most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of the sun rays on your skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. night spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment.barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in the seashells. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers.the hazy pink before dawn. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans.crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of homework. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying.converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

tagging: @orphanos @ziodie @himerasu @wiltingbeast , anyone who hasn’t done it!

#secrets i have held in my heart. ﹙hc / ch. study﹚

He never did have a talent for subtly. Though, there was an attempt to at least be somewhat low-key about admiring a stranger’s mask with an interesting design on it, shooting glances at it every couple of seconds. Yu stopped for a moment to look at his phone but soon felt his collar being roughly tugged.

In hindsight, he shouldn’t be surprised he’s staring at the very mask from moments ago; the other man was incredibly intimidating and imposing. The type to get mad if you look at him weirdly.

“--- I just like your mask.” He deadpans.

@wiltingbeast

#Finish Him #wiltingbeast

“This is all...certainly a thing.”

#isola mini #e; pandemonium

orphanos‌

@commposed

it’s hard to believe what he’s hearing. && with life as he’d known it, that’s… actually an accomplishment. but he blinks at the other boy… then takes another sip of his chocolate milkshake, the slurping of little ice chunks through the straw sounding pointed in the drawn-out silence.

❝ … going through… tv’s. wow. that’s… new. ❞

and not even like how it looked in movies where the hero just coolly walked into a space portal but like, ungainly and everything, trying to fit limbs and waist sizes into a 50″ by 32″. the mental image gets a snicker out of him.

❝ so this is— this is the only place you fought shadows? in tv land? ❞ he’s pretty sure that had been the premise of some popular television series at some point. ❝ they didn’t… exist in the world around you or anything? ❞

there was a strange sensation in his being, and it took him a moment to realize it was because of this very conversation the two were having. he never thought it’d be... uncomfortable to talk about the things that he and his friends went through. but one thing yu has yet to bring up, however, is adachi.

he can’t quite get a read on the other boy ( is this how people feel when speaking to me? ). he donned the familiar solemn and reticent demeanor; he clearly has his own story to tell. yu only nods and hums to his first question, taking a sip of his own drink before speaking.

“we always needed to go through that same big flat-screen tv at my friend’s work that let us turn up at the exact same location every time,” he explains softly, completely aware how ridiculous it all sounds. yu quickly remembers of the fog-proof glasses teddie made and reaches for his pocket to show arisato. “no, but strange fog engulfed the area sometimes. and at one point, it appeared in the real world. these glasses helped my friends and i see.”

#thank you for this and im sorry this is so late!!#orphanos

poyobi‌

❛ bii. ❜

he stares expectantly.

What is..?

“H-Hello?”

#poyobi

yosukesheadphones

#tbt.

For some reason, simply going to the Mermaid Cove Mall reminded Yu of the times he and the Investigation Team wandered about Okina City. Nostalgia. Yet, he shouldn’t feel this way. He was lucky enough to not only bump into one of his friends, but also live in the same area as him. It’s still possible to find the others, he thinks. Hopes.

Shaking off his thoughts, Yu glances towards his companion, who fortunately doesn’t appear to have noticed that his mind was elsewhere. The two sat at the food court after visiting the mall’s trampoline park.

“You know,” he begins, softly chuckling. “that was my first time going to a place like that. I probably looked out of place.” All you needed to do was have fun, Yu.

@ziodie

#ziodie #2 bros having fun

tokifausa‌

“My…what… a kind young man you are.” he had purposely left it on the bench, and discreetly he might add. Perhaps not enough considering the boy managed to identify that it was his. Wait, he can save this.

“But I am not the owner of such a toy.”

“Eh?” Really? He could’ve sworn...

Okay, he supposes. Yu just looks at the toy then back at the man- he certainly appears intimidating but since he’s standing there unscathed, and was complimented to boot, he figures he has nothing to worry about.

“My name is Yu. Ah -- how are you?”

#sir?? ur toy pls #tokifausa

def want to pick things up here so here’s a starter call, caps at 5.

#isola rp ad

flaws.

strengths.

#hc.#ch. study.

“Oh.. sorry. I didn’t know this belonged to anybody.” Cue the poor boy awkwardly making his way to the arrow he shot with the toy bow, an item that was left unattended on a nearby bench. “You haven’t gotten your real one back, I assume?” He asks, returning the bow and arrow. @tokifausa

#tokifausa

TAROT CARD TEST.

The Hermit

You’re an introspective person who’s content with their own company. But even though you’re introverted, you’re not a loner. People often seek you out for advice or even good conversation because you’re thoughtful and analytical, and you’re happy to help them out — in small doses.

tagged by: @ziodie ( thank you!!<3)

tagging: anyone who hasn’t done it!

#not /that/ introvert but..#secrets i have held in my heart. ﹙hc / ch. study﹚

noahes

八十稲羽祭 | 寿司幕府 [pixiv]

#tbt.

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