BABY BIRD .

Indie Kurosaki Ruri from ARC-V, written by Allison. Selective. Exclusive with fifthbound.

[gifsandsound]

Let me out!

[sushinfood]

THIS IS NOT A DANCE

[gatekept-blog]

                                         ❛ & I NEVER LOSE ❜ 

                                                    ( indie manjoume jun ; written by stevie )                                                                                x

[the-dark-rebels]

The Ol’ Switcheroo

Art: 【R-18】ARC-Vログ7 by sd Posted with permission.

[halcygone-blog]

remember when kaiba lost his own tournament, blew up an island, and flew off in a blue-eyes shaped jet laughing maniacally

[ebonlamb-blog]

[11:35 PM] му ℓιттℓє тєαcυρ ღ: tho another thing telepathy aus made me think about was like yuuto discovering he can read minds and he decides 2 tune into ruri, who isn’t his friend yet but she’s… rly pretty… and doesnt take shit and all he can glean from her is internet memes

[wnq-music]

You’re miles away, but I still feel you.

Vance Joy, “Fire and the Flood,” Album: Dream Your Life Away (2014)

[frontierre]

「瑠璃、泣くな。もう大丈夫だ。」  “Ruri, don’t cry. It’s alright now.”

[fifthbound-blog]

        IT DOESN’T MAKE HIM FEEL any better, knowing that she wouldn’t have wanted him there; better him than her, a card grave one he’d willing lay down in if it meant protecting the only family he has left. It won’t do any good to argue with her —– they’re both like their mother in that aspect and he does his best to shut out the memory of their final moments together —– and instead offers a tired sigh, single hand lifting to thread fingers through her hair, tucking locks behind her ear. 

                                                              Gaze follows her own, and he feels his heart sink. 

        ❛ He’s not here. ❜ A name need not be spoken, both of them acutely aware of whom he speaks; Yuuto, a boy that was still alive last she knew and now… He doesn’t know who holds more fault, aside from offender themself, himself for not being there or Reiji for not allowing him to be, but he knows it doesn’t matter now; their friend is gone, and he’s left to explain what else war has ripped from their hands. ❛ He’s not… ❜ Jaw clenches, and he can’t look her in the eyes, head turning to focus gaze elsewhere as stomach ties itself in knots; damn you, Yuuto, you weren’t supposed to die. 

        ❛ He would have been happy to see you safe. ❜ He’ll take her to Yuuya, once it’s safer, let her see the boy with the matching face, the boy that Yuuto entrusted with his final wishes —– duels with smiles, and Shun could almost laugh; what a Yuuto thing to say, that selfless, idealistic idiot. 

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      Her eyes bore into Shun’s, willing him to look at her, to assure her that he doesn’t mean what she thinks he does, but he’s stubborn. He won’t meet her gaze. Her hands unclench in the fabric of his coat, falling to hang limply at her sides. Words form on her tongue and she closes her mouth to prevent them from escaping. She grits her teeth to keep from screaming. She reminds herself that they’re on a battlefield. She tells herself the same thing she has every day and every night since Academia came: she tells herself that there was nothing she could have done. She tells herself that she couldn’t have been faster or stronger or smarter. She tells herself that it wasn’t her fault.

      It doesn’t help any more than it ever did.

      She swallows down the sobs threatening to emerge in her chest and wipes away the moisture gathering in her eyes. She swathes her heart in bandages and she cloaks it in armor, thick chainmail and dangerous steel plates. She breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth like her mother taught her. She doesn’t think about Yuuto, but instead about what she’ll do when she finds the ones responsible for taking him from them. She does not cry; there is no time for tears in war.

      “I understand,” she said.

[boterhamworst]

[falseknees]

[wnq-writers]

Somehow you make it through the pain, you stitch yourself together, you survive.

crusadertitanarum (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

Wallace Stegner, The Spectator Bird

[shaorou]

parody of this official art

[wordsnquotes]

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

Haruki Murakami

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true chick queen

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I want the K! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Let Yuuto give you kisses | accepting┗ Number Generated: 13 - Stomach Kiss

        IT’S HOT, NEAR PAINFULLY SO, the problem only furthered by the fact that the Kurosaki’s air conditioner is currently broken —– Shun is working on fixing it, the house silent aside from the distant rattling of tools and soft swearing —– leaving them all sweating and irritable. They’ve stripped off what they can, Ruri sprawled across the sofa on her back in shorts and a sports bra, an ice pack on her forehead while Yuuto lays on top of her, partially, body situated between her legs with the side of his head pressed against her stomach in naught but boxer shorts; shun keeps checking on them from time to time, Yuuto unsure if it’s to make sure they haven’t totally melted or if it’s because he worries what two teenagers in their underwear might be up to, but it doesn’t matter either way —– they’ve been in this exact position for three hours; if anything was going to happen, it would have by now. 

        ❛ Yuuto. ❜ He hears Ruri call him, tired and quiet and he offers a lame ‘ mmn? ‘ in response, cracking his eyes open slightly as head shifts to stare in the direction the sound came from. He can’t see her face from the angles they’re both at, but it’s fine; he doesn’t think he needs do for whatever it is she needs him for. ❛ My ice pack melted. ❜ It’s a whine and he huffs a laugh out against her stomach, rolling himself so he’s sitting up a little more, arms on either side of Ruri’s torso and body pushed up to stare at her. ❛ What do you want me to do about it? ❜ ❛ Get me a new one. ❜ Another laugh and he puts his chin back down against her stomach, ❛ Ask Shun to do it. He’s already up. ❜ ❛ He’s busy! And he got it the last two times! It’s your turn! ❜ ❛ Or your own turn, Ruri. ❜ She whines at him again, an incoherent string of sounds; he responds by tilting his head down to press a kiss to her belly button. 

        ❛ Hey! That tickles! ❜ He hears her protest and really that’s the opposite of a deterrent, an incentive really to continue what he was doing; she’s just signed herself up for this torture. He smiles, mischief in the quirk of his lips as he begins peppering little kisses along her stomach, laughing and pushing against her leg when she tries to kick him off, and it’s when she attempts to push against his head that he changes his tactics —– raspberries now, blown against her skin as his hands move to tickle her sides and the previous quiet that had taken hold of her home is now replaced with squeaks and squeals of laughter and loud, giggly demands for him to stop. 

        —– WHICH HE DOES, SUDDENLY, upon feeling Shun’s hand smack him in the back of his head rather roughly and he lets out a disgruntled huff at the same time as Ruri’s delighted ‘ Shun! ‘ and the motion of thrusting a bag of melted ice at her brother, giggles still falling from her lips. 

        ❛ Air conditioning is fixed. ❜ Shun offers calmly as he takes what Ruri hands to him without complaint, eyebrows raised slightly at Yuuto who merely scrunches his nose at him, sitting up and allowing Ruri to scoot back into a seated position, legs crossing —– though not before she makes sure to jab Yuuto in the side with her toes. ❛ Hey! ❜ He protests, attempting to move back as Ruri merely inches forward to jab him again and apparently it’s his turn to suffer, which he deems unfair ( it’s perfectly fair ), leaping from the couch and bolting around the other side of the coffee table. She follows suit, and it takes all of five seconds before they’re both chasing each other around the house, jabbing each other in the sides whenever they get close enough before bolting away again, laughing hysterically as the house cools down around them. 

        ❛ Don’t break anything. ❜ They hear Shun call after them, shortly before Ruri skids into a lamp.         Crash, shatter, silence.                                                                                 ❛ …We wont! ❜