For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil.

And some people, craving money, have wandered from the true faith and pierced themselves with many sorrows.

[invisiblegoldhand]

“Square up, whores.”

[invisiblegoldhand]

invisiblegoldhand:

Something feels wrong.

...

[invisiblegoldhand]

Something feels wrong.

[invisiblegoldhand]

i wuv you samiri marry me -mod dazai

“No!”

[engeldermusik-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

“What?” Roderich glanced up only to immediately regret doing so.

“…Ah. I see.” Inwardly, Roderich cursed whoever decided to hang mistletoe of all things around the ship. He also, for a moment, wished Samiri had just not pointed it out at all and save them both the awkwardness. Sure, they didn’t actually have to abide by tradition, but it was still… a little flustering. Roderich fiddled with his glasses. 

“I wonder who took the time to hang that up? It’s rather ridiculous.”

[invisiblegoldhand]

engeldermusik:

As Samiri walked off to grab a chair, Roderich watched in silence, curiously wondering how this would pan out, as well as wondering why he hadn’t thought to get a chair before.

When Samiri slipped and fell off, he realized why.

A surprised yelp escaped Roderich as Samiri fell onto him, sending them both to the floor. Oh, that was definitely going to leave a mark. He could feel the bruise forming on his back already, as well as one on his arm from Samiri’s elbow. 

“Oh– ah, it’s alright–” He took the offered hand of help, getting up slowly and not without a wince. “Are… Are you alright? That was quite a fall. Perhaps we should just leave it for now…”

Rolling lower than Roderich, there is likely an unforeseen consequence to falling, but he is doing great right now!

“I’m fine.” Embarrassed for slamming into him, “No! I am taking that mistletoe down.” 

With fire in his voice and eyes, he was damned and determined to take down that mistletoe. But the mistletoe proved to be a formidable foe, because he stood on the chair again and he slipped again. Samiri was prepared because he rolled forward and was left sitting up on the floor. But no mistletoe in hand. “Damn it!”

[invisiblegoldhand]

engeldermusik:

[…………….]

[small muffled laugh] 

…That is a terrible joke.

[ Calm down with the laughing. ] I’ll refrain from any more terrible jokes. 

[ Put two plates on the counter and look for some utensils. ] What do you like to bake the most?

[engeldermusik-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

“What?” Roderich glanced up only to immediately regret doing so.

“…Ah. I see.” Inwardly, Roderich cursed whoever decided to hang mistletoe of all things around the ship. He also, for a moment, wished Samiri had just not pointed it out at all and save them both the awkwardness. Sure, they didn’t actually have to abide by tradition, but it was still… a little flustering. Roderich fiddled with his glasses. 

“I wonder who took the time to hang that up? It’s rather ridiculous.”

[invisiblegoldhand]

engeldermusik:

Now flustered by his inability to actually take the mistletoe down, Roderich let out a huff and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s fine, it’s much too–”

Oh that is a gun.

For a moment, Roderich was startled. But his nerves quickly calmed when he remembered that this was Samiri and really, this wasn’t too out of the ordinary. He gently placed a hand on Samiri’s wrist to lower the gun. 

“…As much as I would like to shoot the damn thing as well, I don’t think that is such a good idea,” he offered with a very slight, amused smile.

Finish that sentence, coward.

Samiri lowered his gun despite an internal protest, and huffed out a sigh. Instead of letting this go, he ran over to the nearest chair he could find and dragged it underneath the mistletoe. Climbing on top of the seat, he reached for the mistletoe to take it down and lost his footing (Somehow). Samiri toppled down and crashed into the Roderich along with the chair.

Certainly going to leave a bruise or two from the force, and a good wound to the ego. He climbed off of Roderich as swift as he could, feeling his cheeks heat up. “Fuck- I’m so sorry- you should try again … Or get someone else.”

Someone else not vertically challenged. He offered a hand to Roderich to help him back up, it was the least he could do. He hoped he did not cause serious injury to the other.

[ayezra-robot-visions-blog]

Salvor‘s Gift Search

[invisiblegoldhand]

ayezra-robot-visions:

Salvor, sees the man with the golden hands start to run. He notices the way the man’s shirt changed color and started to pull down at that one point of contact.  He thought he understood what had happened, but couldn’t be sure yet. The man had turned around and started to move at this point, which meant that if Salvor wanted to get that gold,  he had to catch the guy.  Given that the man had just started to run, Salvor shifts into his lovingly named “Chase Mode,” though really it’s just him running faster.  Salvor shouts “HEY! STOP I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!” as he speeds up. Salvor gets up to about 29 miles per hour, and decides that’s enough for ramming speed. Not enough to kill, nor break anything if he hit right, but certainly faster than any human can run, and getting hit in the back of the legs like that will send the person in question into a ¾ spin in the air before hitting the ground, always more than a little fun.  Salvor quickly catches up to the man.

@invisiblegoldhand​

If only Samiri had been a dog person this would have gone far more smoothly for Salvor. For inexplicable reasons, Samiri had a great fear of dogs and by extension he hated them. He heard the patter of the mechanical dog go to a charge, and as Salvor came around Samiri shot him in the front leg in a failed attempt to slow him down.

While it appeared that the dog had certainly stopped, Samiri’s timing had been too slow because the dog was now barreling into him (Thanks momentum.) Instincts kicking in forced him to try to side-step, but time was not on his side because his foot got caught in the collision. Spinning a few times and feeling a great deal of pain in his foot, Samiri fell on his ass.

Standing up, he held his head with his free hand, and kept one shaky gun pointed at Salvor. Grumbling under his breath “What did I do to deserve death from a dog?”

Rather dramatic, but he assumed this was an assassination attempt.

[windonthehill-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

It’s time.

With a grin, Feliciano glanced up, as if to see what it was. Of course, he already knew. He’d put it up himself, after all. “Hm? Oh!” Without warning, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek, stepping back just as quickly.

“Merry Christmas~” He winked.

[invisiblegoldhand]

windonthehill:

“Aw, I know, right? That’d be nice if I could though~” Feliciano giggled at the thought, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, at least I’ve helped you out, bello!”

“…So are you busy? Do you want to get lunch?”

“No. Maybe-” A classic face-palm for what ever the hell he was thinking. Samiri could only chalk it up to being flustered by the bello comment, and the whole situation. 

“I mean I am busy, and I’m not interested in getting lunch.”

[invisiblegoldhand]

engeldermusik:

A few of both, I think. 

[follows to go get the cake from the fridge] [sets it on the counter to cut slices for them] How much would you like? There’s plenty.

…Well, there would have been more actually. Unfortunately I do have a bit of a sweet tooth. [a bit of a chuckle] If there’s ever any sweets you want, I bake quite often, so just let me know.

A slice. [A bit of a chuckle.] I see that, and thank you. I will keep that in mind [Speaking of cake] Oh, I have a joke for you. So, why did the burglar break into the bakery? 

[...] Because he heard the cakes were rich. 

[Laugh at your own shitty joke because its getting late.]

[invisiblegoldhand]

engeldermusik:

Yes, I’ll be sure to let you know.

Ah, so that is why you wear gloves often. Well, if you ever need more, I’ve plenty as well. 

[there’s a pause] …Shall we have dessert? I’ve got some cake in the refrigerator.

Leather gloves specifically or just gloves?

[ Pause ] Yes! [I forgot where they are, but he went to the kitchen and started looking for the plates.]

[invisiblegoldhand]

[He’s sick.] [AGAIN.]

[invisiblegoldhand]

engeldermusik:

Ah, yes, that makes sense… It must be rather inconvenient at times.

Is that so? Well… perhaps you have just yet to learn some sort of workaround. I’d thought I’d lost my ability forever when I lost my ability to sing. There just might be something about your ability you have yet to discover.

If you have any suggestions that I should try out please let me know. But right now I am skeptical that anything could work.

It took me longer than I’d like to admit to figure out that leather gloves hid my ability the best. Next to already gold gloves, but that feels silly and putting a target on my back.

[windonthehill-blog]

“What’s That Up There?”

SANTA BUDDY

It’s time.

With a grin, Feliciano glanced up, as if to see what it was. Of course, he already knew. He’d put it up himself, after all. “Hm? Oh!” Without warning, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek, stepping back just as quickly.

“Merry Christmas~” He winked.

[invisiblegoldhand]

windonthehill:

“Alright, alright~” Feliciano laughed, letting go of the other’s hand. “Still though, it’s nice to meet you!” 

He chuckled again. “So you don’t like kisses, huh? That’s too bad. ‘Cause y’know, it’s bad luck if you don’t kiss under the mistletoe! You better watch out in the future~ Don’t want to get stuck again and get bad luck! You might get caught with someone who won’t chase away the bad luck for you!”

Samiri was not superstitious, and for the most part did not fall for the wily ways of people trying to bait him. This was one of those times, but he held his cool and did not try to whip out a weapon on Feliciano. Instead he responded like an idiot who rolled a 2 on a Charisma check.

“Pity that you won’t be under every one of them to stop that then.”

[invisiblegoldhand]

She was lucky that she had found a way to get a present for him over to the Guild headquarters (don't ask how, it took wayyy too much convincing), but Mizuki felt she had to give a gift in return no matter what had to happen. 'Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Samiri-san, and thank you for the present!' she wrote on a card, and placed it in a box with a tea infuser shaped like a rubber duck because at the very least she's going to try to make him laugh

[ Peer into the box. ] [Laugh a little.]

[ Not quite his style, but he will hold onto it. ]

[invisiblegoldhand]

engeldermusik:

I was younger when I discovered them, so I told them… and… I don’t know. I suppose I might have, if my parents told me of it. 

…That’s an interesting question. I’ve never really thought about it. [there’s a pause] …I suppose I wouldn’t change it. I quite like the ability I have. It involves music, after all. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

…And what about yours? Would you change yours?

I would change some aspect of it. Not being able to touch things is a larger hindrance than I expected. Maybe limit it to a certain amount per day, or just in my right hand.

[S i g h] I can not complain about it too much simply because it is the main reason my family and I are still alive.

[invisiblegoldhand]

gonchiye:

The fav is always welcomed here. 

“Well then, looks as if this is the perfect time to go after Roderich.” He wouldn’t actually right now, because he just felt too damn terrible. So Roderich was safe. For now.

“Going so soon? Well, before you go can you do something for me quick?”

A half-hearted glare at the comment to go after Roderich, but it was such a mood to not really comment further. Samiri stopped from the doorway, and raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh- Sure, what do you need?”