sorry to keep you waiting ! :･

[fghtison]

hi everyone! i’m working on bringing this blog back to life so bear with me ;w; 

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[kotsume]

[bravestfighters]

@fghtison​

“Pit, Pit!” The tiny dog beamed as she rushed towards him, carrying a tiny little bag behind her. “I know the holidays are over, but I kind of went overboard with making treats…heh…” Isabelle said, starting to doze off before shaking her head rapidly. “I made everyone a tiny little bag of goodies, so I came to stop by and give you yours!”

[fghtison]

“ yeah, iz’?”

the average onlooker would discover him slumping over the arm of one of the smash mansion’s many couches, the very image of post-battle apathy. not that the fight was a daunting one. it consisted of him and his sparring partner throwing a few freezies around and leaving the rest up to fate. clearly, boredom pitched in during this series of events. 

a field of stars seems to grace his gaze, burning bright at her thoughtfulness. willingly, he shoots up from his comfortable spot and gratefully holds out his hands for her present. “ thank you so, so much!  edible gifts're the best! “ 

however, her sudden dip into sleepiness inspires a slight frown and he draws away from his previous excitement. “ but, why don’t you hold off on delivering the others? “ and then his concern trickles into his tone. “ you look like you could seriously use a nap. “

[honeycvke-deactivated20200109]

      WHOA ! you wanna go halfies on this cake ??? dibs on the strawberry !! those are my favorite .. hehe , i hope you don’t mind !! / ind. mitsukuni haninozuka ( honey ) from ouran high school host club written by cody . dash only / psd by ruinise . this is a promo .

[fghtison]

“AH! i- sorry, i just looked down. i do not recommend it.”

PORTAL SENTENCE STARTERS - STILL ACCEPTING

“ i’m not looking! i’m not looking! “, he cheers to himself, partially convinced his wide eyes will remain plastered to their immediate surroundings; that is until curiosity coaxes him into a little peek at the threatening flight of stairs before them. whatever lies beyond the fifth step remains enclosed in a pool of consuming shadows. 

quietly, he admits his grave mistake. “ tsubasa, i’ve done the unthinkable. “

[fghtison]

“you think i’ll betray you. and on any other day, you’d be right.” | @mythsandmishaps from Pyrrhon ! |

PORTAL SENTENCE STARTERS - STILL ACCEPTING -mythsandmishaps

“ what makes this my lucky day, fire-face? “ he’s not trying to think there’s something in it for the flaming god because, of all people, he should know that there’s good to be found in darker places — buuut he totally knows pyrrhon isn’t in it out of the goodness of his heart. “ i can’t afford to be pit-on-a-stick anytime soon. “

[akaneaoiz-deactivated20200128]

     — i’m not exactly a fan of scary stories .. but i’ll tell you as many as you want , nene - chan , if it makes you feel better !! 

[chiisai-hope]

[headcanonsnquotes-kidicarus]

O furious and insane gods! send me ten- nay, TWENTY of your finest cakes!

Pit (via headcanonsnquotes-kidicarus)

[my-artsy-world]

colors3d doodles ♡

[bravestfighters]

ayy, self-promo~

like/reblog this if you’re interested in interacting with an anime/video game multi-muse! featuring muses from super smash bros, tales of series, ghost in the shell, and tokyo mew mew! oc & crossover friendly!

[nenegyo-archived]

                                                    dear  hanako-san,  hanako-san,

                                             would  you  please  grant  me  my  wish ?

                                                          is  that  .  .  .  no  good ?

[astraphobical]

helloooo demon slayer rpc ! you may not know me , but my name is skout. i am currently watching the demon slayer series and i am thoroughly enjoying it !! zenitsu quick because a favorite character , so i shall try my luck at rping him !!

if ya don't mind , could you like or even better , reblog this post if you would love to roleplay with a anime-based zenitsu agatsuma roleplay blog ?? of course , this is crossover friendly , so any anime rp blog can possibly reblog this !!!

[parismemes]

SENTENCE STARTERS FROM PORTAL 2.

“oh… it’s you.” “it’s been a long time. how have you been?” “i’ve been really busy being dead. you know, after you murdered me.” “this will be our only chance to talk.” “if you’d done that to somebody else, they might devote their existence to exacting revenge.” “i’ve really let the place go since you killed me. by the way, thanks for that.” “here come the test results: you are a horrible person. i’m serious, that’s what it says: a horrible person. we weren’t even testing for that.” “science has now validated your birth mother’s decision to abandon you on a doorstep.” “i’ll give you credit: i guess you ARE listening to me.” “remember before when i was talking about smelly garbage standing around being useless? that was a metaphor. i was actually talking about you. and I’m sorry. you didn’t react at the time, so i was worried it sailed right over your head. which would have made this apology seem insane. that’s why I had to call you garbage a second time just now.” “if you have any questions, just remember what i said in slow motion.” “when you die, i’m going to laminate your skeleton and pose you in the lobby. that way future generations can learn from you how not to have your unfortunate bone structure.” “you may as well lie down and get acclimated to the being dead position.” “i honestly, TRULY didn’t think you’d fall for that.” “well. i suppose we could just sit in this room and glare at each other until somebody drops dead, but i have a better idea.” “say, you’re good at murder. could you - ow - murder this bird for me?” “BURN HIS HOUSE DOWN!“ “i’m not going to lie to you, the odds are a million to one. and that’s with some generous rounding.” “you think i’ll betray you. and on any other day, you’d be right.” “you like revenge, right? everybody likes revenge. well, let’s go get some.” “it’s been fun. don’t come back.” “if anyone asks – and no one’s gonna ask, don’t worry – but if anyone asks, tell them as far as you know, the last time you checked, everyone looked pretty much alive. alright? not dead.” “it just goes to show: people with brain damage are the real heroes in the end aren’t they? at the end of the day. brave.” “BAM! secret panel! that I opened. while your back was turned.” “AH! i- sorry, i just looked down. i do not recommend it.” “oh, what? how stupid does she think we are?” “i heard gunfire! a bit late for this, but look out for gunfire! probably doesn’t help at this point, but i have at least tried.” “oh for god’s… they told me if i ever turned this flashlight on, i would DIE. they told me that about EVERYTHING. i don’t know why they even bothered to give me this stuff if they didn’t want me to use it. it’s pointless. mad.” “they say the old caretaker of this place went absolutely crazy. chopped up his entire staff. of robots. all of them robots. they say at night you can still hear the screams. of their replicas. all of them functionally indistinguishable from the originals. no memory of the incident. nobody knows what they’re screaming about. absolutely terrifying. though obviously not paranormal in any meaningful way.” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WE DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT BUTTON - oh, the door’s open! well done. let’s see what’s inside.” “if we start making a list of things that aren’t here, we could be here all night. you know, pens for instance. let’s stick with things we can see. not stuff that isn’t here.” “‘caw! caw!’ oh, look! there’s a bird out here! a lovely bird. gorgeous plumage. majestic. won’t be here long. a lovely bird like that. once in a lifetime opportunity to see a lovely bird like that. lovely plumage.” “i knew it was gonna be cool being in charge of everything, but… wow, this is cool!” “well, how about now? NOW WHO’S A MORON?” “what -what’s wrong with being adopted? um. well… lack of parents, for one, and… also… furthermore… nothing. some of my best… friends are… orphans… but…” “hello! this is the part where i kill you.” “could you just jump into that pit? there. that deadly pit.” “okay, that’s long enough. are you dead yet? how about now?” “well, no matter. because I’m STILL holding all the cards, and guess what: they’re allll full houses! i’ve never played cards. meaning to learn.” “puppet master! you’re a puppet in a play, and i hold all the strings! and cards, still. cards in one hand, strings in the other. and I’m making you dance like a puppet. playing cards.” “congratulations! the simple fact that you’re standing here listening to me means you’ve made a glorious contribution to science.” “let me answer those questions with a question: who wants to make sixty dollars? cash.” “ground up moon rocks are pure poison. i am deathly ill.” “all right, i’ve been thinking. when life gives you lemons? don’t make lemonade. make life take the lemons back! get mad! ‘i don’t want your damn lemons! what am i supposed to do with these?’”

[theiirstory]

[ -READY- ] @fghtison​

—- Most kids fantasize for days on end about being in their favorite video games. Running across the lush plains and shuttle loops of Green Hill Zone, stomping Koopas in World 1-1, storming Dr. Wily’s castle… and yet, here was Nona. Living every kid’s wildest dream, casually living in the Goddess of Light’s temple in Skyworld, watching members of Palutena’s Guard soar in and out each passing hour. 

      But what did she do? Sit around, lounge in bed, sleep on and off most days. Exactly like back home - back on Earth. She couldn’t really pinpoint why… was it some form of depression? Lack of motivation in general? Or was Videoland not as exciting as daydreaming children would make it out to be?

      Whatever the case, she was getting frustrated with her own lethargy, and it showed. As today, instead of lying around in her bed, she was idly pacing the hallways outside of her designated room. Hands behind her back, brow furrowed in thought, and somewhat of an annoyed frown on her face.

      She was snapped out of her little dazed loop when she saw a familiar face, perking up a bit and stopping her incessant pacing so she wouldn’t embarrass herself. Though they weren’t related by a long shot, she’d started to consider Pit somewhat like the little brother she’d never had since being rescued. He was nicer than Falco, at least.

—- “ Is it… weird that I don’t get out much, Pit? ” She asked, somewhat of a distant look on her face. But, rather quickly, it became more lively. In the sense that… she looked pretty embarrassed, and quickly began to backpedal her own statement.

      “ Oh- wait, oh gosh, I didn’t even say hi first. Sorry. Welcome back? ”

[fghtison]

once the sun phased into the sky, accompanied by the coos of rousing pidgeys, chocobos and the assortment of other avian species that populated videoland, pit begrudgingly tugged himself away from his bed and took on the day. he knew lady palutena’s demands. there was a latte to be grabbed alongside breakfast and who could forget her dry cleaning? the old nine to five.

not a trace of exhaustion lingers upon his face as he effortlessly climbs up the temple’s grand stairs, nor do his wings drag sorrowfully behind him. his internal situation tells another story. pit’s burnt out on the routine and desperately wants a vacation. his last one was two months ago  ── if one’s excluding mr. saturndays and golden sundays.

it’s not like there’s game crime everyday, he internally muses just before taking the last step. there clearly isn’t any on the day in question for he glances up to see captain n herself standing idly by. her’s is an accepted sight. he feels free to relax when she’s there and he knows she won’t get on his case for his occasional cutting of practice. yeah, there’s no one better to run into.

“ nah, i don’t think so. you’re hands’re full as is and you need your own time to yourself. i always need mine after, well, anything. “  that time’s reserved for plowing through ice cream containers. “ hm? ah, hey, no worries! thanks, too. “, he chirps. “ i wish someone would give me that decency. “ quickly, his gaze shifts towards the colossal doors of said someone’s quarters. 

[fghtison]

astraphobical·.

Of course , Zenitsu knew that he could not run from the inevitable. That’s why he didn’t run to try and escape but to instead delay.

“ NO ! I’M NOT READY TO GO TO THE AFTERLIFE ! YOU CAN’T TAKE MY SOUL- YOU CAN’T ! DON’T I GET A SAY IN THIS ?! ” Why else would this winged person be here other than to bring his soul to the heavens above ?! HE KNEW HE WAS GONNA DIE. HE JUST KNEW IT. He hoped with all his heart that Gramps would forgive him for dying so young and soon into his demon slayer career.

“ woahhhh there, guy. you’re jumping to conclusions. i don’t want anything to do with your soul. “, he calls to him, voice straining above the scrabbling sound of his sandals on the path. “ please, keep it! “

should he stop chasing him or should he keep yelling and hope things wind down from there? he’ll take the second option ; he has no clue why this mortal fears him and he doesn’t want angels to get the bad rep they’ve been accumulating. “ why don’t we go sit down over there and talk this through?! “