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@gldheart
# GLDHEART ; a heart is a heavy burden. this is a private, low activity multimuse, currently featuring dexholder gold of hidenori kusaka’s manga series POKEMON SPECIAL. loved by kai ( 1999, he / him ). if you wish to interact, please check out my CARRD first. all posts are organized with tags for easy navigation.
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hi i’m alive and moving everyone to single muse blogs :)
jet.
― ╰ ⋆ * &. ― @gldheart sent :
“ give me a hand boarding up the windows, will you? “ from zuko >:)
SO FAR, SO GOOD IN A WORLD GONE SO TERRIBLY WRONG. jet’s cruising around the home-abandoned , where all doors are officially kicked open and all entryways are given pause. unfortunately, he finds himself dragging out a mercy-kill that had been locked up in the bathroom. there had been a note, scribbled out by a family that could either be seen as cowards or a family who just simply had too much heart to put their loved one out of their misery.
❛❛ Don’t look. ❜❜ he bothers announcing with gritted teeth grinding against the wheatgrass in his mouth, crushing the plant so the stench doesn’t pollute his senses. it’s a courtesy warning. a habit, even though it’s nothing new. shit, it’s not like they haven’t seen a swarm of them. still. he continues to drag the body until he slumps it and he has to call it “it” because it’s easier; he has to call it “it” because that has to be the reminder louder than the reminder that it was once a her. and he knows her name now from the note. he knows HER NAME, and he doesn’t know the boy who he’s taken over her house with. Thanks, and now she it’s just a way to keep their ALIVE-smell at bay a little better.
he locks the door, sets his weapons aside but near, and wipes his hands on his pants. they don’t get much cleaner. he keeps trying anyway.
the stranger’s request delivered in such a demanding tone registers belatedly. he blinks and nods his head, setting aside the weapons not too far away before joining the other. the risky trip to the hardware store shouldn’t go in vain afterall. ❛❛ I’m telling you, ❜❜ he starts before taking the stem out of his mouth and puts it back in his pocket for safe-keeping. ❛❛ the set up we’re going to is a hell of a lot less stressful. I got it all figured out. ❜❜ he twists around to open his backpack to find his trusty hammer and rummages around a bit more to find what else he needed. ❛❛ that was fun though, back there. We make a good team. ❜❜ he gets out the nails at last and readies himself to work at the board.
zuko is miserable, in every sense of the word. exhausted doesn’t quite cover the way his legs threaten to give out on him, the way his heart hammers against his chest with each corner he turns only to dim back into a faint but persistent sense of trepidation. worried doesn’t fully encapsulate the anxiety caught in his chest at his separation from the world as he knew it –– his family, his friends, his home. what’s happened to them ? and he’s hungry, hasn’t eaten since he found a can of pineapple chunks in the glove compartment of a car yesterday.
so yeah, zuko’s pretty damn miserable, and even more so when his new friend ( because his definition of a friend has gotten a lot less stringent these days ) decides to scope out the rooms of their shelter instead of helping him secure the area first. it’s a necessary precaution, really, but that doesn’t help comfort him as he struggles to keep the plank in his arms from drooping on one end while nailing down the other. his box of nails, which carries tacks and half a roll of tape too, has been partially emptied.
don’t look, he’s told. zuko turns anyway, and feels his gut twist. the smell hits him before the sight does, and he jerks back to his work with a hasty demand so this other boy doesn’t see how pale his face has gotten.
“ i don’t trust you, ” he replies, and it’s the truth. there are certain things that two people cannot go through without a fledgling bond forming, like saving someone from a particularly large mass of zombies while on a supply run, but CYNICISM is a necessity for survival. “ ... fun. uh huh. ” he’s not so sure he agrees, but the other boy is helping him at the window now, so he doesn’t push it.
can we talk about how misawa points out severallll times that judai looks like a weirdo to literally everyone cuz he seems to be talking to his gamer cards OR jnto the air can we pleaseeee
gohan !
@gldheart asked for a starter
“Hm? Oh, hey Goten!” Gohan turned to look at his younger brother, surprise written on his face. On one hand, he wouldn’t put it past the younger Trunks to figure out how to use the time machine and bring him and Goten to the other timeline, he was that smart… On the other hand, that thought was one that made Gohan shiver. He didn’t wanna think of these two kids using the time machine on their own.
“H-how did you get here? Please tell me your Trunks didn’t drive the time machine. That thing is… Special to use. Bulma doesn’t even let me drive it on my own, and I’m the oldest one here!”
“ GOHAN !!!!! hi gohan !!!!! ”
unbridled enthusiasm warrants a wave of his arm, jerking side to side from where he floats a distance from the older man’s figure. upon being acknowledged, goten swoops down to lower himself headfirst. for a moment, it looks as though he’ll plummet to the ground, but he is nimble in maneuvering through the air, landing safely upon the crag which catches him.
caught, however, he has the decency to at least look sorry. “ well, trunks said he had permission [ ... ] and we’re only visiting for a little bit ! i wanna meet the older trunks - kun. ”
THE NARUTO AESTHETIC .. . ... ITS GONE
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kakashi !
yet again was kakashi a recipient of yet another request to treat his student, naruto, to ramen, but he decided to complicate this situation by delaying his answer and proceeding to undergo intense cogitation. “ that is becoming a heavy ask, ” he hummed, forefinger tapping his chin, gazing skyward, “ i might have to start expecting payment in return… ” whether he was serious or merely teasing wasn’t quite clear, as per usual. @gldheart.
“ EHHHH ?! ” young shinobi leaps back, indignant squint pointed upon his mentor’s masked expression. that damned cloth covers what could be a mischievous grin or a diabolical sneer, and so naruto can only huff in an expression of his chagrin.
he throws his hands up now. “ c’mon sensei, yer joking, right ? y’know, asuma - sensei treats HIS team t’ barbecue like, every mission. and do you know how much choji eats ?! besides, konohamaru told me you jonin make a LOT of dough. so ... can’t ya’ treat me to a bowl of ramen for a hard day of work ? ” sour expression becomes sickly sweet now.
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Good night, sweet Onion 👅
i finally got to watch encanto last night and it was SO GOOD
🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ( all of these are just some random sentences i thought could be fun to use. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ are you kidding me ? ❜ ❛ at least you tried. ❜ ❛ can i kiss you ? ❜ ❛ come and make me. ❜ ❛ did you hear that ? ❜ ❛ don’t give up now. ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ don’t listen to them. ❜ ❛ for once, shut up ! ❜ ❛ have you told them ? ❜ ❛ i can’t help you. ❜ ❛ i care about you. ❜ ❛ i don’t believe you. ❜ ❛ i didn’t mean that. ❜ ❛ i had no idea. ❜ ❛ i’m here for you. ❜ ❛ i’m not giving up. ❜ ❛ i need your help. ❜ ❛ i’ll try my best. ❜ ❛ i’ll never forget you. ❜ ❛ i’m proud of you. ❜ ❛ it’s my turn now. ❜ ❛ i’ve made a mistake. ❜ ❛ sometimes, life really sucks. ❜ ❛ stay with me, please. ❜ ❛ story of my life. ❜ ❛ tell me the truth ! ❜ ❛ thanks but no thanks. ❜ ❛ thank you … for everything. ❜ ❛ to hell with it. ❜ ❛ wait, are you serious ? ❜ ❛ wanna talk about it ? ❜ ❛ we’ll get through this. ❜ ❛ what’s wrong with you ? ❜ ❛ what did i do ? ❜ ❛ what do you think ? ❜ ❛ when will it stop ? ❜ ❛ where did you go ? ❜ ❛ will you marry me ? ❜ ❛ you can’t just leave. ❜ ❛ you could’ve been hurt ! ❜ ❛ you don’t trust me. ❜ ❛ you don’t wanna know. ❜ ❛ you lied to me. ❜ ❛ you’re jealous, aren’t you ? ❜
❛ how are you ? ❜ // for lian !
his arms are folded over his chest, trusted goomy by his side at the path. her approach does not relax lian’s dignified posture, but the youngest of the pearl clan’s wardens gives palina a brief nod of acknowledgement. “ i’m well, ” he answers, perhaps trying a bit too hard to appear the wise and collected pinnacle of maturity. “ attending to my duties and all. how are you ? ”
there have been a number of visitors to the grand tree arena in recent days, eager members of the pearl clan hoping to pass on well wishes and congratulations on his appointment to the honored position of warden. she is one of many, but perhaps her presence demands more respect. after all, as a fellow attendant to a noble, she is his senior in more ways than one ... even if lian’s heard whispers of her shirking her duties.
“ so, what brings you to lord kleavor’s humble abode ? perhaps you’re hoping to bear witness to his awesome power ? i wouldn’t blame you, o’ course, milord’s strength is truly impressive. but i’ve just prepared a plentiful offering of his favorite foods, and to disturb him whilst he’s partaking would be UNWISE. ”
manjoume !
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 given to that brown headed bumbling idiot that had opened his mouth and graced Jun’s ears with those words. Arms are crossing over chest in a defensive manner.
❝ Are you seriously mocking me right now? I just said I have a headache. ❞ Personal affront indeed.
an arm swings out to clap jun on the back, accompanying grin toothy.
“ c’mon manjoume, lighten up ! a nice pack or two at the card shop should get rid of that headache in a flash. and if not ... well, i'm sure chronos - sensei isn’t teaching anything important today. ”
SOME people actually think their teachers’ lectures are worth listening to. clearly, judai does not.
“no, i don’t hate you.” // for zuko ;-;
he approaches with the quiet steps of a mouse, stride cautious, as though he is a guest in his own home. but in spite of his best efforts, STEALTH is not exactly the child’s strongest skill, and his sister’s ear is attuned to the slightest of paces at her door left ajar. zuko presents the burning question with a quiet, “ azula ? ” preceding it, gaze cast to the ground in shame. he peeks in from the door frame, as though the blank stare she returns his gaze with will provide him with some sort of cosmic insight as to her thoughts.
“ do you hate me ? ”
it SEEMS like it sometimes. she always wants to one up him. zuko may recite a proverb when prodded, but azula will go through the entirety of the book in which they’d read it. he thinks he’s bested their mother in pai sho, but then azula comes over to move her pieces and ensures an undeniable loss. and this time, when she HAD to tell lu ten all about how zuko had been scolded for forgetting to practice his firebending forms, he’d had enough.
but even if azula had walked away the technical victor in the situation, zuko quickly admonished for shoving his sister in anger, he seeks out her forgiveness anyway. because he’s sorry, he thinks. even if she’s annoying. even if she’d started it. even if he’s just jealous.
“ oh. ” her answer is, perhaps, unexpected. if a pure loathing for her sibling is not what drives her to ensure his misery, what does ? he gathers courage with a deep pull of breath into his chest, daring to step fully into the doorway now. “ well, um [ ... ] can i come in ? ”
