[lcegirl]

when u steal his shit so he photobombs u like an ass

[marinaive]

chants softly black ice alliance, black ice alliance, black ice–

[costsouls]

Ever get jealous if some guy hits on (flirting) shirogane? What would you do then?

      ❛  it depends.  ❜

         the answer is curt, although annoyance doesn’t quite find its way to sew &&. thread itself into his words. his eyes flutter shut, lids heavy as a sigh gathers in the low of his chest &&. finds its way past scowled lips. it isn’t a pleasant topic by any means, this, rocma knows: for what husband delights at the idea of anyone taking interest in their beloved? surely not he, &&. surely not any within the right mind. he doesn’t believe himself to be the envious type by any stretch of the word, but the best word to describe the feeling left within his chest is that of heavy discomfort. 

         ❛  i can understand why anyone would,  ❜ while he often finds himself thinking that shirogane is much too hard on herself for all the things he deems admirable, there’s no fault in learning to love the things he had loved. shirogane had deserved to feel good about herself, that is a torch he would carry despite how often the world sought to snuff its flame: little compliments &&. words of praise &&. admiration would not be snapped away by the maws of jealousy, ferocious &&. growling like an enraged dog at any signs of vague interest in what it had deemed theirs. ❛  compliments are fine, but i’m not so tolerant on flirting. especially if it makes her uncomfortable.  ❜

         his brows knit together, mere irritation stemming at the thought, &&. his eyes reopen as his arms fold over his chest: a mindless gesture, one that’s clear of his exasperation.

         ❛  i will make one thing clear: she is happily married, &&. if you wish to upset her, i am the consequence you deal with. understand?   ❜

[funamuseafanart]

海底囚人log② by チョコ丼

[costsouls]

>:/‌:

Shirokuuuumaaaa-kuuuuuuun~ 💕💕

              bye, he’s leaving.

[costsouls]

@blackfxsh

blows a wet kiss~

     only the faintest, most annoyed eye twitch.

[costsouls]

               ... eugh.

[costsouls]

Hey rocma, did you know that shiro is pregnant with your baby?

        a silence falls over him, dark eyes narrowing in a critical, irritated stare as he scowls.

                    ❛  no. i didn’t, because i know that’s impossible.  ❜  minor annoyance threads itself into his tone as he dismisses them with a fold of his arms. it is not the concept he finds himself irritable with, no, nor the fact that they haven’t had children yet, much less slept together. rather, it is the fact of harassing his wife with the same sort of crude humor. protectiveness is a trait, rocma feels, that’s stamped onto his soul. 

                            ❛  take your jokes elsewhere, cволочь. ❜

        ( of course, what rocma doesn’t voice is that he would like the idea -- naturally as any husband would. but it was to shirogane’s decision when she felt ready, &&. not his to dictate. )

[costsouls]

please ignore all the unfinished pages &&. such i’m begging u.

[lcegirl]

rocma's just gonna sliiiiide over &&. gently braid shiro's hair. he's leaning over, too, just to press a kiss into her hair while murmuring, 'i love you' against her locks.

FLUSTER👏MY👏MUSE👏👏  // ACCEPTING !

braiding her hair was always such a calming thing , &. yet it never failed to bring so much heat to the poor wolf’s cheeks . his ‘demand’ for her to be beautiful each day rings clear in her fluffy ears whenever this scene plays out, but even worse than that is the prospect of hands made to kill being used so delicately to pamper a wolf so undeserving .

to take her into his home , protect her , feed her , raise her self esteem, combat her fears , grant her dreams , marry her  — it all just feels so unreal . never in a thousand years would you of told her old self who laid bloody in the snow that day she’d find happiness again would it be believed , but to be here in the present day with a loving husband and adorable seal son …

well , even now the simple words ‘i love you’ cause her heart to skip two beats .

‘ d– dear … ! ’

he can surely hear a flustered ‘ i love you too ‘ among her small noises , but rest assured there’s a smile beneath the scarf she’s currently using to hide her mouth .

[costsouls]

@soulpaid // here.

            she may deem herself as undeserving, but rocma finds himself knowing that she is very much the opposite. rather, she is one of the most deserving people he knows; she is flawed, filled with nicks &&. scratches that make her imperfect, &&. yet she is still a gem in his eyes. there is no replacement, no other he desires more than her &&. all her little faults that make shirogane shirogane. he can teach, &&. he can hold her hand upon the path to the garden of growth, but there was nothing more that he would ask of her beyond the best of her ability. 

            in time, she would learn, &&. he would be there to guide her along her journey of self-worth &&. self-discovery. she would begin to sprout from the unforgiving earth that binds her so, &&. she would bloom into someone even more beautiful ( impossible, rocma thinks. she’s already so incredible, but he digresses ) than she was before. she would become a rose, he knows, &&. he would help her in loving her thorns. moments like these are merely progress to help: food for the soul, warmth for the heart to settle its erratic, panicked beating like a war drum in her chest. he knows, of course, she must be suffering: her mind is a battlefield filled with screams &&. groans of her own anxieties ( ferocious beasts, more grueling than even an orca ), &&. her ribs are often like binds constraining her lungs &&. fragile heart.

               but he is here, he is here, always, always, always. 

               claws may be the sign of an animal, of warning, of a threat, but his touch is polarizing. it is gentle, delicate as it combs through snow fallen locks &&. the subtle tips of his talons skim across her scalp to soothe, not harm. 

                ❛   am i?  ❜ his tone is thick with the thrum of a baritone &&. a hint of exhaustion, but a dash of humor can be found in it. she’s endearing, after all: terribly so.  ❛   that’s good, then. you need all the warmth you can get, liubimaya.  ❜