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@nonovongola
Inspiring.
Indie Multi Muse for Katekyou Hitman Reborn series, though my taste are rather selective. no ships for now and mun is 29 years old. here to have fun.
Starter calls are free to like if we are mutuals.
written by nugget
blog is ok with multi paragraphs, novella length and one liners.
meow.
--starter call==
āIf you donāt mind just a moment while I grab that.Ā Please have a seat anywhere.ā
Natsu quickly went and fetched the older man a glass of water, along with a few cookies that Nana had made. It's better to be safe than sorry, when being polite.
āAh of course.Ā Iād be happy to answer any questions that you have.ā
"Alright, since this is a first time. First question-
He clicks a pen, a mini notebook in his hands and some mysterious glasses on his face.
"How does it feel being bipedal, standing on two legs now? Do you still have animal instincts within yourself, do you like being a human?"
"Is your life fine?"
starter call.
KHR REMAKE...grg grr
Dressed in flowing white, Tsuna sat at her desk, the soft rustle of papers the only sound in the room. Her hair, loosely pinned, caught the golden light filtering through the high windows. At the subtle creak of the door, she lifted her head ā graceful, almost ethereal.
There was a softness to the moment she lifted her head. Her amber eyes found him with quiet ease, unreadable at first glance, and yet full of something warm beneath the surface. No tension, no rush ā just that calm presence she wore like a second skin. The kind that made others stop and listen without knowing why.
And then, with a small smile tugging at her lips, she said: "Ah, Nono sends his regards? Please tell him I said thank you and I appreciate it. These look amazing ā I'm sure they will taste just as good as they look. And tell him I would be very happy if he came over for dinner."
Nono had that same existence, hence his immunity to it. Once you become use to being in the sky comfort, other skies were apathetic existences to him.
Flowing pure white was a idea, despite the nature of how the mafia works. The stain of it going into your sin, but then again skies have this amazing tunnel vision sometimes when it comes down to it. A confidence unshaken before everything else, which is how Byakuran of the future came into existence. His own case files going deep into mafia secrets on why the power of the rings should not be abused.
One should be thankful, that the current generation who had the power, had to many safeguards to fall into the wrong hands. The very spirits of the first generation existing into the rings and safe guarded by multiple skies.
"Unfortunately, despite our retirement, we are just as busy."
"Having some trouble, huh?"
The fact he'd asked someone who'd just arrived on the scene, wielding a hefty axe no less, seemed really out there. Not that it bothered her, being a mercenary and all. Some people just needed a bit of help, and Lani wasn't one to turn them down.
The axe sang in the air as it sliced through some of the opponents with its wielder not even blinking at the devastation she just caused as flames erupted upon contact. A flame-enchanted axe? Who would've thought!
"Don't worry your balding head, old man. I've got this." Ma'am, he's not bald-
"Brat."
but his focus is on the lesser vampires that keep on coming, his bullets also enhanced by his own flames, destroying, destruction. Everything about it would destroy a body in moments, the disabling of all organs until nothing is left.
at last the last vampires are dead.
empty bullet casings littered the ground as well.
"You need payment?" he asks, straight to the point.
@wrathfulresonance
Vampires were often enough, not the misunderstood creatures. that the latest trashy romance novels have been written about, but creatures of blood lust and violence. Hence their constant destruction was needed almost everyday, these giant bat like creatures were only lesser vampires, certainly no dead apostles.
"Are you going to stand there, or help this old man."
Firing off several blasts of his own flames, the characteristics of the storm capable of destroying and breaking down everything. the concept of regeneration does not exist within the storm flame.
His gun cocks again, preparing to fire another salvo.
Whoever this stranger was, lets hope their an ally.
starter call.
starter call---
"Well, it certainly seems like someone been hit by that bazooka."
Time passes but the existence of such a thing is honestly so annoying to deal with, even for a few minutes. A bit of worry for the Lambo that was sent to the future.
"Should I be worried about the current Lambo."
@lightning-will-bovino
i hope people appreciate wine more. because i had to write a lot of wine customer friendly descriptions.
He glanced up from his seat, eyes half-lidded with disinterest. He had been nursing a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling lazily in the dim light of the private kitchen. The scent of fine aged liquor clung to the air, mixing with the faint aroma of whatever the kitchen had been used for last. His mood, as usual, was unreadable; which ettled somewhere between indifference and barely restrained irritation.
āPanettone?ā he repeated, voice low, almost amused, but with an unmistakable edge of derision. He turned his gaze toward Visconti, sizing him up with the slow, measured look of a predator assessing whether something was worth the effort of hunting.
The warmth of the private kitchen did little to thaw the ice that had settled deep in his chest, the ice that had been there since the day he had learned the truth. The day he had been cast aside. The day he had burned.
He had been their young master once. Their pride, their future. The Vongolaās hidden, unspoken strength. And yet, when the time came when he reached out to claim what should have been his and he had been rejected. By the rings. By the family. By the man he had once called āfather.ā
The flames that consumed him that night had long since died down, but the embers of his resentment still smoldered beneath the surface. He didnāt dwell on the past, not the way Coyote did. He didnāt waste time mourning what was already lost. But that didnāt mean he had forgiven.
āI donāt eat sweets,ā he finally said, his voice low, even, but carrying the unmistakable weight of finality.
He lifted his glass, tilting it slightly, watching as the whiskey caught the light. Strong, sharp, burning like something real, something that didnāt hide behind layers of sugar and false comfort.
āIf itās not meat, I donāt want it.ā He took a slow sip, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. āAnd if itās not paired with something that kicks harder than a gunshot, donāt waste my goddamn time.ā
There was no room in his world for soft things. No room for empty gestures. No room for anything that dulled the edges of reality. He had spent too long in the cold to start pretending now.
The cloud is ultimately independent from the thoughts of others. Though in more extreme cases, the 10th guardian Hibari was the most extreme case of such a attribute that anyone has ever seen that he had thoughts about him being on some spectrum. His inability to even leave Naminori for anything else but its own safety, and how alike , barely alike he was with the first generation of Vongola cloud guardians. -the first guardian knew when to at least talk to people-.
In a way, between the first and tenth generation, all 8 generations worth of troubles would be discarded if that young man ever took place as Decimo. Back to the land of vigilante where the vongola while strong, was barely able to live. much less protect anyone else truly.
Theories upon theories were given throughout the generations on why the vigilante way of Vongola would fail, and how being the top mafia meant keeping every other gang in line. but he suppose its all a matter if the cloud could get his head out of the clouds and explain why with honesty, it would fail.
Unlikely, the boy seems to be surrounded by just yes men. Unkindly thought but mostly true, especially for someone like the storm guardian. That young man brain cell disappears when near the 10th and he is of no use long term anymore.
"I suppose I can cook something. I'm no poison Bianchi, so I can get some passable recipes. This old man can cook up your favorites again."
Hand over hair, slicking back thick hair. Unlike the others, he is safely unbothered by the other tone. Working with the mafia had him used to everything , tolerance to everything except where he draws the line. And Xanxus did with his coup.
He suppose that between generations, such coups were more normal then usual. Other families preying on lone side h eirs...
"We have a nice heavy bordeaux somewhere here. Hope you don't mind the french."
@drowninliquor
They grow up too fast, and not fast enough. One could remember the days when Xanxus was but a young child, and he was the young master of the house. Oh how adorable he was, all serious and no fun, and with a ego to mask the truth to the world. But now, people everywhere knew why he could not be the leader and even the rings had rejected him.
But unlike the others -Coyote- he is not one to dabble, dwell int he past. He is one who looks to the future, no matter how far it goes.
"How about some Panetonne?"
The private kitchen of those who dwell in the inner circle of the vongola were open to those who knew, even the varia. though some varia were not , never allowed.
Belphegor. cough.
āReborn did say something about one of the ninthās guardians coming to visit but he didnāt say when.ā
Natsu stared at the cookies for a second before taking the basket with a smile.Ā She knew that it would be best to leave them for the others to enjoy.
āCan I fix you a drink, while you wait for Reborn and Tsuna?ā
Honestly with reports on how poison Bianche was lying around sometimes in the house, it felt rather awkward to eat anything from the tenth own house. but this is not the tenth yet and Bianchi hasn't been seen in a while.
"Thank you. I appreciate the hospitality. Water is fine."
A pause.
"I have some questions if you don't mind answering, standard questions like how are you with your new home."
ganuache looking like a doctor black jack hair style.
