✖ █ ▌❛ FONTECH

indie guy cecil. written by amara.

[conborne-blog]

          SHE WEARS STRENGTH AND           DARKNESS EQUALLY WELL.                     THAT GIRL HAS ALWAYS BEEN                     HALF GODDESS - HALF HELL ⁽  ᵃᵖ ⁾

[seiika-blog1]

          Ten minutes? It was better than nothing, really. Just a bit more, and they could all take a break. It still sucked that they were on the run at all. Or that he’d been dragged into this mess in the first place. It would’ve been nice to go home - he’d seen the outside world, now it was time to return.

          ❝It worked when she did it.❞ Then again, Anise was what? Thirteen? Of course it’d lead to her getting what she wants. ❝But I guess it wouldn’t if I did.❞ The noble’s gaze then moves to Jade, where he walked at the front of the group. The colonel would see sense, right? Or would he take it as a chance to poke fun at Luke, which he always seemed to do if given said opportunity? He decided to leave it, and turn to his friend once more.

          ❝Thanks, Guy. I’m just not used to this…❞ 

[gearscripted]

      ❛ hey, no problem buddy.  ❜

the servant’s gaze holds brotherly affection as he smiles at the nobleman’s rare words of thanks. he feels again sorry that luke had to go through SO MUCH so quickly, when before this he hadn’t even a memory of being out of the palace. still, a voice in guy’s mind repeated that this, exposure to the outside world and other people, was probably doing some good. his voice quickly changes to teasing, a chuckle falling out of mirth-filled lips as he rubs luke’s hair with his hand, as if to remind him of not only their age but height difference. 

           ❛ —— you know , I’m sure that would have worked when              you were her age. MAN, you were so cute back then. I              wonder what happened? ❜

[seiika-blog1]

@gearscripted

          ❝Do you think if I hold my breath like Anise, everyone else will finally decide that it’s time to take a break?❞ It’d been an hour that they’d been on the move, surely the Oracle Knights will have given up or be too far behind by then.

          ❝It’s not like we’re anywhere near St. Binah yet anyway…❞

[gearscripted]

     ❛ hey, hey, ❜

   a chuckle falls from the blonde’s lips partially because of his best friend’s   SUGGESTION, and partially because of how serious guy knows he is.   with a sigh he puts his hands in his pockets. it was true they had been   walking for quite some time, and though he didn’t feel tired yet himself he   knew that Luke was less accustomed to traveling on foort for so long. his   sense of duty to hurry to St. Binah and his worry for Luke weigh against   each other with a second sigh.

    ❛ I think the most that’ll do is raise some questions, or make       you lose your breath. and anyway if we don’t keep walking       we’ll never make it in time. ╾╾  why don’t we wait ten more       minutes, and then I’ll ask Jade for a break? ❜

[plumerias-in-bloom]

[raijinrozu-a-blog]

@gearscripted​​ asked for Makoto

                                                                           ❛     ah, so you don’t really know how to fix the oven ?  normally, i’m good at these kinds of things but, i just can’t seem to get it to work.     ❜

[gearscripted]

     ❛ s-sorry, I’m good with ENGINES and lighting but...          kitchen-appliances aren’t my STRONG POINT. plus,         I haven’t seen an oven like this in a while. are you sure         it’s not just a temporary problem? ❜

[schneesoldat-deactivated2020082]

Winter looks up at the blond; raises an ungloved hand for attention, waves the androids back to their station. The upcoming mission is urgent enough that her shoulders are tense from the unwanted delay, the familiar ache building between them.

“I seem to have an issue with my ship’s engine—a hardware issue.” she begins. Winter looks back over at the young man, and he is younger than expected, “Are you a member of the Beacon staff?”

[gearscripted]

possibly to himself the blonde nods, eyes for a moment unfocusing as he begins to think of the possible PROBLEMS before even seeing the engine. the gears in his mind turn through the common possibilities of malfunction with a ship of this type and this model. his blue-eyed gaze blinks back to the soldier at her question, a slightly embarrassed smile sliding on his lips. 

          ❛ not exactly. i’m a student, but all the teachers that know about             this kind of machinery aren’t available. ╾ but don’t worry, I             think I'll know how to fix it.❜

the latter sentence is added as a reassurance, as he KNOWS that his age usually is a cause of doubt. where his years of experience may lack, compared to professionals, his PASSION for mechanics is unrivaled, and his rather mature personality, combined with his knowledge for said engineering, usually makes up for the rest ╾ at least enough to fix an engine.

[auroraldream-deactivated2016081]

                    ❝    For love and justice, I’m the beautiful girl soldier in training,                      Sailor Chibimoon! In place of the future moon, I’ll punish you!    ❞

                                                 personals & non-RP blogs DO NOT reblog!

[ofspark]

               It is a BUSTLING city, each passerby           taking to their own DEVICES. && though           there be the MINOR, lingering gaze that           finds her, she is of STEEL. Unfazed by           mere judgement or PARANOIA. To which           unmoved warrior finds herself within a plaza.           Stores galore, ROUTINE spread across           each simper. Whispers of the glorious &&           BRIGHT ‘Grand Chokmah’. A WONDER it           is, though. Ivories && blues, all coinciding           in a GRACIOUS display of architectural           splendor. Even she, as each stride carries           her across NEATLY positioned stones,           cannot deny the beauteous display that           unfolds at each WILLFUL motion of wayward whim. 

[gearscripted]

     A SET of tasks, ( which, if he was honest with himself, seemed        more like chores ) bestowed to him by the EMPEROR pulled guy        from place to place. the aqua-clad, busy streets of this capital, and         the LIVELY air they gave off, had began to feel familiar to him in         his stay. with each passing store, each bustling with a myriad of         people, his check list of things to do and buy got smaller, while the         amount of things carried in the crevice between his arm and chest         grew. by the three-quarter check mark of his list the blonde had to         do his BEST not to fall or hit anyone, only adding to his previous         avoidance of not bumping into any women. he could site-see         another time, when there wasn’t work to do╾ for now he’ll have to         view the back of paper grocery bags.

[blanchelune]

I love her a lot ヾ(´ー`)ノ

[keeneyed-a-blog]

          ❝          LOOKED A bit painful to me. you mean, you don’t know how to walk up a tree? who are you looking for? there seems to be a few weirdos roaming these areas.          ❞

[gearscripted]

       ❛ no... I can’t say I do  ╾╾but, if I gain enough MOMENTUM            I can usually run up a tree before jumping off, if that counts.           ╾yeah, he’s probably one of those weirdos. he has long red hair? ❜ 

[astrxlarcher-blog]

She was thankful that the attractive blond man wearing a leather jacket had repeated his order once more, since she was too busy getting lost his eyes and his face to pay any attention to what he was order. When their eyes locked onto one another, she had swore that she was feeling what those books cheesy romantic books talk about. The spark, everything become more beautiful and what not when you find someone you’re attracted to. Her own face was burning up when the man had spoken.

Not paying attention how he called the size, a smile spread across her face as she hoped to reassure him there was nothing to apologize, she nodded her head as she spoke up once more.

“It’s alright, no need to apologize. One cappuccino coming right up.”

Reaching for the slightly bigger white cup and set it on a small saucer. Opening the small little fridge underneath she grabbed a gallon of milk and pour some of it’s contents in the silver cup and started the machine to let it steam. Next her fingers had grabbed some espresso and prepped it before returning back towards the counter. Using the time to ring him up while the everything was cooling off slightly.

“That’ll be a dollar twenty five.”

Natalia wondered how on earth she was able to keep her body under control despite how fast her heart was racing.

[gearscripted]

THOUGH HIS gaze had dropped in embarrassment it flitted back up again, almost GLUED to the beautiful stranger as he watched her make the coffee. it was an odd, new feeling-- the increased awareness of every part around him, the slight increase of the pulse thrumming against his wrist, the air of BEAUTY that seemed to surround her and pull in his attention, not letting it escape for a moment. 

                     ❛ thanks. ❜

a genuine smile appeared on his lips without him realizing, as if the moment alone made him happy. the cyclist found himself praying that there would be no traffic today, as he no longer planned to leave the small coffee shop DIRECTLY in hopes to get to his next appointment early. no, he found the urge to LINGER ╾ in hopes of starting a conversation, probably╾ growing irresistible.

if she caught him staring, he didn’t notice.

                    ❛ right╾ ❜

gloved hands dig into his pockets in search of a wallet. he blinked a few times, the friendly smile on his lips falling into a straight line of ( almost silly ) concentration, as his hands came up with empty results. he laughed again, awkwardly ( this encounter couldn’t be making him THAT nervous, right? ), his appearance holding an INVITING sort of air all the same.

                   ❛ ahh, one me a sec, sorry. these wallets are so hard to                      find sometimes, you know? you have a really nice place                      here, by the way. ❜

guy’s compliment holds a non-intrusive, friendly curiosity as he produces the wallet from the correct pocket, laying the change carefully on the counter in front of her. 

[talesoftextposts]

[the-booty-of-gardios]

[[I did a good thing yes?]]

[fishynurse]

Guy loves Luke so much, it’s beautiful, warms the heart 

[imagineyourotp]

Imagine your OTP laying on top of a steep grassy hill. Person A decides to have fun and push Person B so they roll down the hill together. When they reach the bottom, Person B lands on top of Person A and starts to push themselves up until they notice how close the two of them are. From here Person B leans in for a kiss.

[gearscripted]

@schneesoldat || STARTER

two robotic soldiers escorted Guy through the school and towards his destination, an army airship that had apparently malfunctioned. of course, a professional would be a more LOGICAL choice, but as the ship had to leave on a rather QUICK deadline, and as it had last landed on Beacon grounds, apparently Guy had been recommended as an engineer. the blonde stopped when the robots did, in the entryway of the ship where the soldier presumably in charge was.

           ❛ ╾ did you call for a mechanic? ❜

[gearscripted]

@luckeecharm​ || STARTER

a semi-awed gaze is directed at the polka dot-clad heroine’s GADGET, though it’s clear by the distance he’s staying from her and the slightly timid appearance ( the expression almost CHILD-like, in contrast to his usually mature attitude ) he wears that he’s not going to say anything, though he wants to.