Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Kiana Khansmith
⁂
ojovivo
Discoholic 🪩
Cosimo Galluzzi
Keni
JVL
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
tannertan36
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
One Nice Bug Per Day
Game of Thrones Daily
No title available
Three Goblin Art
roma★
we're not kids anymore.
if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from Nepal
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Singapore
seen from Moldova
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Norway
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Russia
seen from Türkiye
@naiiveties-blog
get to know me: anime edition
{favorite non-human characters} Liz and Patty Thompson [2/3]
We were born as weapons and we loved the power that came with it. Nothing could scare us. We walked around town like we owned the place, taking whatever we wanted whenever we wanted it. No one ever thought to ask what our lives were really like.
Everything must be aesthetically pleasing
lmAO I FORGOT ABT MY PATTY AND I LOVE HER SO DEARLY,,,, SO LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER !!!!
tilliquoi:
i dont know why i had the urge to draw everyone but i was on a roll so here you go
anime-to-the-t:
Death the Kid Week- 8/4: Kid and the Thompsons
I will become a true SHINIGAMI!
sukebang.
she supposed she should have been expecting such a question sooner or later; no one had had the chance to explain such things to patty and, thankfully, her little sister didn’t have the chance to figure it out on her own like liz had. still, the abruptness caused her to mess up in the middle of painting her nails, a streak of nail polish extending from her knuckle to her cuticle. frowning, she closed the bottle and set it aside before sitting up straight.
❝well…patty…❞
she swore this couldn’t be as bad as parents made it seem, but seeing that innocent look on her baby sister’s face, knowing she was about to take away some of that innocence…it made things a little tough. clearing her throat, she averted her gaze, trying to think of a way to put it.
❝when two adults…uh…they– why’re you asking?❞
CURIOSITY. It was almost as simple as that - Patty had a body to prove for her age, but certainly not the soul - this question popped up in every cozy home, asked with wide eyes and an inquisitive mind. Every mother had to answer this ( of course, Liz was the closest she had to one ); it was inevitable.
However, the pistol had also managed to draw her motive from a dream she had last night.
❝ Well, you see - I had a dream last night! A baby was in my tummy and when it was all done cooking or whatever, I opened my mouth and it flew out~ ♪ ❞
demontwin-liz.
“Oh whoa!” Liz looked at her sister, or tried to as their cheeks were pressed together, confusion written all over her face. “Alright, alright I’ll cuddle you back. But I’m not sad, don’t worry.” she said with a light chuckle, hugging her sister closer.
❝ OH, DO YOU PROMISE?! ❞
For being such a small girl, she had undeniable super strength, hugging her sister tight enough to hear the crack of her back. Liz was her rock, her heart, and her shoulder -- Patty wouldn’t settle for doing any less in reciprocation. ❝ Do you pinky promise ?! ❞
blacksxar.
A WIDE GRIN ON HIS FACE along with an intense glare refusing to step down from such a minimal challenge; in fact subconsciously blackstar had leaned forward practically pressing their noses together, however, what really got him was what she said she had won, he didn’t even put up a fight yet! no way she won or is going to win.
‘ you WISH you won! ‘
WISH? YEAH, RIGHT! She’d grown up in Brooklyn -- home of the greatest pizza in the world! Patty had tried it all: barbecue pizza, taco pizza, monster pizza -- and here he was, calling a greasy slice of take out gourmet. She pitied him.
❝ Wanna bet!? I know I love it more - I could put a bajillion dollars on it! ❞
axtrolatry.
Nothing to fear right Patty was a sweet weapon.
“Right now I never said I heard him personally. It was merely a rumor. The teachers here can be chatty. They love a bit of gossip here and there.” Clearing her throat she looked around.
“Really though. I have no idea. Ive heard all kinds of things about Miss Koala though. Her tea might be drugged you should keep a better eye on Mr. Graffiey.”
DRUGGED?
❝ That wench! I-I... ❞ her face contorted sourly, fists balled until her knuckles were sheet white. ❝ Why, if we were back in Brooklyn, I’d shoot her! ❞
blackblxxd.
These were the sorts of people that confused him the most: the people that never hesitated, who acted without fear, and ran head-first into everything. Something as simple as her touch seemed to set Crona on edge, stumbling as he was dragged down the busy hallways, clutching his books tight. ❝ W-wah! B-but, why do I have to come with you?! Slow down, you’re walking too fast, my feet can’t keep up, and I don’t know how to deal with that! ❞
❝ SPEED UP, SLOWPOKE! How am I supposed to find Kid with you dragging your feet!? ❞
Poor Crona - he didn’t know ho to have any fun! He was always stumbling over himself with tinged cheeks and wide eyes; Patty thought she ought to take him under her wing and show him how to have a good time! Of course, that would have to wait until after she found Kid..
❝ You tell me if you see my Kid, okay!? ❞
i was planning on getting stuff done on this account tonight but kind of got caught up in other things and now i'm too tired to write :c tomorrow, i'll get all my drafts done!! promise!! find me on my maka blog if you need me xoxo
blackblxxd:
How very strange it was, that although his blood was black, when it swelled behind his cheeks, he flushed red, like everyone else. ❝ N…no. I’m sorry, I…I haven’t seen Kid. ❞
❝ Aw, shoot! C’mon, then! Let’s look for him together! ❞
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in Patty, who clutched his wrist and brought him along on her journey. There was a recurrent bounce in her quick paced step, accompanied by unexplained giggle fits. ❝ Kiddy is always hiding! ❞
soulchord.
❝ That so? ❞ Teeth peering out from beneath a playful grin, ❝ I’d like t’see you try. ❞ He dribbled the ball leisurely, almost lazily. Despite her usual dimwitted demeanor, Patty was on a whole ‘nother level on the court. Her childlike, competitive spirit morphed into something far more sinister - & undeniably violent.
The same stood for her sparring matches. In short, Patty wasn’t exactly someone you’d necessarily want to go head-to-head with in most any situation. Why Soul stood against her now?
He just wanted a good game. Surely she wouldn’t go all out for just a meaningless one-on-one match…
❝ Let’s get started, shall we? ❞ With that, the Pianist tossed the ball over & squared up for its return.
HIS CONFIDENCE WAS ADMIRABLE, but wouldn’t be enough to leave the court with victory beneath his belt. Her time spent on the streets wasn’t in vain - she didn’t spend every day pressed against the temple of a defenseless man.
Living like that was hard, but Patty didn’t regret it. Her fondest memories took place on a basketball court; her tiny arms tested how far she could throw a worn basketball while her sister stood at the sidelines, smoking half a cigarette.
If it hadn’t been for her life before, she wouldn’t have been where she was today-- standing across from Soul Eater, about to kick his ass.
She caught the ball with ease, dribbling it from side to side. Patty wouldn’t be going all out in this match - there wouldn’t be any need to. ❝ Whatever you say! Don’t you cry when I’m winning, okaaaaay? ❞ Her voice lifted, back into its cheerful tone for a split second before her brow furrowed over again.
Patty charged for his left, dribbling the ball between to of her hands.
sukebang.
PATTY DIDN’T HAVE A FILTER BUILT IN. She was always the one to point out the elephant in the room, though was completely unaware of her actions or their consequences. Plenty of strange looks were sent her way, and quite frankly ignored, more or less because she didn’t notice them in the first place. It wasn’t rare for the nonsense she spewed to make someone tense up, uncomfortable, or red in the face.
Lucky for the pistol, her beautiful big sister was unfailingly by her side no matter what, whether she be in huge trouble, or mixing up duck and pig sounds again. They lounged in her room at the mansion, which was decorated sporadically with scribbled coloring pages and stuffed animals. It was a lulling Sunday evening with nothing particularly interesting going on. Patty’s sat on the floor, wildly shading in pictures of hippos and candy canes.
❝ Heya, sis.. I’ve a question, for you! ❞ she paused over her sheet, crayon in hand ❝ How are babies made? ❞ No filter.
