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@ofhope
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Alright, here's the official "if we have a thread, please like this if you want to keep it."
Alright, fellas, I'm gonna' remove some muses here, delete the majority of my inbox, and see what threads people wanna' keep. I want to try getting back here, but I also wanna' know what to keep, what to remove - and I also want to start enforcing some rules a bit heavier. ty ty.
For the sake of not stressing myself out, I'm gonna put this blog on a hiatus. I feel awful for not feeling these muses and feeling like I've abandoned the blog, but I'm just - very, very infatuated with Ashley, alas. I feel bad because hype for every franchise here is very much alive & well, but I just ... don't feel like them, at the moment. :<
I'm sorry, I am. I still don't mind discussing them on discord, and I love to plot things, but I am just - very unfortunately, mostly drawn to Ashley for now. Of course, you don't have to follow her - and I'm not going to force anyone to be interested in what I'm liking atm. Just ... yeah. :,) I'm sorry, I feel bad, but I also just can't force it. That feels bad too.
@ofhope || CONT FROM
Saying it felt forbidden, sucking the air out of his chest once it uttered from his lips.
It was difficult for Mine to articulate his desires without feeling guilty afterwards, ultimately keeping quiet unless the two of them were lying in bed together. Mine never thought he deserved such gentle attention from anyone let alone Daigo; after living so long constantly on the edge of death or violence, even something like a gentle smile from the man was enough to get his heart racing.
He can feel Daigo's gaze on his tie and his body tightens up, fingers digging into his coat and gaze moving to look behind him. He must've said something wrong, voicing his urge to kiss him only wound up making things awkward, didn't it? They were still fairly new in their relationship so maybe Daigo wasn't comfortable doing such a thing; Mine begins cursing himself out until the other man speaks up.
"F-Forgive me... I didn't want to catch you off guard with a kiss, Daigo-san." Daigo's fingers on his suit fills his body with warmth, heart skipping a beat as he's now forced to look his lover in the eyes. A gentle gaze to accompany Daigo's beauty, soft black hair and facial hair compliment his face perfectly. A flush spread across his cheeks, and he wants nothing more than to stay this way.
Unfortunately, they needed to lock the door.
Mine practically trips over himself moving toward the door, following alongside Daigo and locking the door for his chairman. A gentle click and he was looking back toward Daigo, hand shakily moving up toward Daigo's face and cupping his cheek. The facial hair gently brushed against his hand, finger moving to rub against his lower lip.
Slowly does he move in, mouth only mere inches away from the other man's.
"May I...?"
Forgive me. Something awful churns in his stomach then, not the beating wings of thrill, something tarnished after years spent of misuse.
"No need," back still turned, parted but never far. "You don't require forgiveness."
Daigo wishes this wasn't a step, wishes that they needn't quell rumors, but there are many things in this business Daigo could do without; that's just one of the many. His men, undying, wouldn't regard him, but it's a chance he cannot risk. A target he cannot let land on Mine's head. A smile quirks at tailing footsteps, the -- clinginess feels impersonal. That but of a positive light, the mind that used to make his heart flutter whenever someone pretty and tall would clutch to his elbow, bend his ear. Yoshitaka carries that without intention, and Daigo hopes he doesn't hear the rapid thump-thump-thump of his heartbeat, one he could swear has never loved before.
If it had, maybe it would act right.
How could such hands be soft? Met with neglect from parties involved and not yet still hold carefully. It's ridiculous how fragile Daigo feels in this moment, regarded as if a precious jewel, analyzed similarly. He has never figured himself self-conscious, at least not to the extent as he formerly was, but Mine's unwavering look does unworded things to his ... whole, he thinks. Kiryu-san would think him a teenage girl in love. Daigo finds it hard to disagree, especially with his palms clammy and breath caged in his lungs.
Lashes flutter beneath his scrutiny, even if he fights against it--his own hand, calloused, unfit to cup Mine's skin but selfishly doing so anyway, raising to opposite his touch: mirrored but not, their own form of routine.
"Mine."
Daigo's voice lacks that early day authority, but he angles it that way anyhow.
"Here, you don't have to ask for anything. It's something you requested of me before, and... maybe I'm a poor Chairman for that," a little laugh, some parts self-depreciating and some parts reflective. "But we both could use the lesson. Here..."
Likewise, Daigo rests his thumb on the pout of Yoshitaka's lip, trying - and failing - to suppress an aimless breath. Beautiful.
"You're allowed to want. Take. Just as..."
Closing the gap, his hand floats down, catches his tie again, ruining his earlier work.
Good.
He's pretty without frills. Pretty with wrinkles in fabric, pretty with hair mussed.
How can he not have his heart so full of him in every facet?
"Ah, that explains that then."
Seemed as though Morgana's taste for seafood had done him in - and as much as he hated to admit, Morgana could be sneakier and stealthier than he let on - after all, he did like to brag that he was the one who taught Joker everything that he knew so Ryuji didn't have a difficult time at all picturing him swiping someone's lunch! Still, he felt bad for this poor guy who now had to go without any food.
Still…it wasn't as though he could be too irritated with the feline - some part of him almost sort of admired Morgana's gumption and stealth. Maybe he'd ask how he did it later!
"A ramen place, hm...?" He tried to keep his tone as casual as he could but the glint in his eyes betrayed that the decision was practically all but made. "You really know your ramen then, huh? I'd be totally down to split a bowl with you! Heck, I think great ramen is even better if you're enjoying it with a pal, huh...?" Ramen fiend though he might be, even he had boundaries he wouldn't cross.
"I think we've got ourselves a fantastic idea on our hands!" He claps his hands together trying to suppress his satisfied smile. "So, when can we take off...?"
"Hell, I've got nothin' to do now if you're up for it. Probably some homework, but..."
Yukiko-senpai'll eat his ear off for it later, but when you're as behind as he is, everything's overwhelming as hell, 'n that's just the classes he doesn't mind. Throw him headfirst into mathematics and it'll be nothin' but two hours of mumbled curses and figuring out ways to bullshit everything. Sure, probably easier learning it than fakin' it, but... he already knows how this stuff works in job-type atmospheres.
Surely that's all he'll ever need it for.
Patting his pocket, Kanji reckons he has, at least, enough for a singular bowl, and if they've gotta' share it, so be it. Times're tough during the summer cycle, nobody's really wantin' scarfs, beanies. They offer more, sure, but that's some'a their big ticket things.
"If ya' promise not to Lady and the Tramp me, we can split one. Been around the block long enough to know the best bang for your buck, helps it's a massive bowl too. Think it's meant to be family servings."
Leaving Ryuji in the dirt, Kanji readies on his way, trying not to think too hard about his own comment, dumbass. Lady and the Tramp? You save that kinda' joking for when you know a guy, not for when you met up 'cause his cat ate your lunch.
For some, you don't even go that far. It's weird. Kanji's thought of as weird enough.
"You ever thought of giving 'em catnip? Apparently cats love that shit. Hell, on second thought, maybe don't. Might give 'em munchies, and he's already stolen one of my lunches. Imagine if he becomes the town bandit 'cuz of it."
march 7th from Honkai Star rail!
"Excuse me sir, you dropped these." She said before holding out his glasses.
(Myst @ Ignis)
"Ah."
Explains the burn that itches his eyelids. Pondering how they went askew in the first place, Ignis waits a long moment, perturbed at this development. Even in the throes of battle, they're scant to fall to the wayside... yet now, they've seemingly departed of their own accord, for no reason other than...
Ignis feels around the eyewear, a disapproving grumble leaving him. On one of the legs bears a splintering, one he had been aware of for some time, but hadn't had repaired: he has aplenty, and his funds are, typically, spent elsewhere. Although he hasn't picked up a spatula in some time, that doesn't mean he and the rest of Noctis' ensemble go without adequate replenishment. ... even if he hardly believes cup noodles to be adequate in any sort. He and Gladiolus rarely clash heads, but that's one argument that, he believes, will rage on 'till the end of days.
"I thank you for returning them to me. I..."
His tongue burns. Resulting to assistance was one of his many everyday pitfalls now, and though it bears necessity, Ignis can't quite get the words out. Grabbing both the detached leg and the shades themself, he tucks them into his front pocket, squinting at the unrelenting daylight. Perhaps this was a sort of divine intervention; forcing his hand. Perhaps it was salt rubbed further into his wound.
Ignis breathes a sigh, weary and reluctant.
"I've a round of plasters in my back pocket. If you'd be so kind, I'd ask... you... to assist in repairing them for me. It's rudimentary, but a temporary fix. I'll retrieve another pair come evening."
LOVE OF MY LIFE
FANTASY OF THE GIRLS ↳ 2018. dir. Ahn Jeong-Min
@ofhope // milly
Light the lanterns and open the path.
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Piers would be damned if he let her go by herself to look for whoever this guy was that she was talking about. He may have been injured but he would still protect her. After all despite the fact of what he was and who he is now he still felt the need to protect humanity. Even if he wasn't exactly human anymore. "No, I'm coming with you. I just need a moment." He said before slowly taking steps towards her as he still held onto his side.
"Now who's this guy that we're looking for?" He asked as he limped behind Ashley but was still on guard until he heard some shuffling behind him before glancing around. "Wait stop for a moment." He said until he pulled out his gun and pointed it at a man in a black cloak that was wearing a mask. "Who are you?" He asked. Suddenly the man spoke. "Easy stranger. I just heard that ya needed some items and here I am. Got some good stuff on sale if you're interested?" Piers was hesitant.
"Ashley, stay behind me." He said before slowly putting his weapon away as he stepped forward. The merchant pulled out a tray of first aid sprays and held it out. "Fer ya I can give ya a discount." Piers looked back at Ashley for confirmation. He wasn't sure if this was the guy she was talking about but the tray of first aid sprays was tempting.
"You'll know him when you see him, he's--"
Oh.
"Speak of the devil. Hi!"
It's odd to think of a man, face obscure, anonymity dripping from every pore to be someone safe, but Ashley's learned of a lot of odd things and how, precisely, they entangle her. He assists Leon with this, that and the other, and she thinks the pricing's okay all things considered, even if she doesn't quite understand the currency. Leon's always got it covered somehow, and if not, he deals out something more pleasing to the wallet. Waving him over, Ashley places a palm on Piers' shoulder, then one on the stranger's.
"No no, don't worry, he's someone good. I think. He's nice, and--see, I told you he'd have something. He always usually does, somehow. How do you do that?"
She doesn't anticipate an answer, a magician never tells his secret, but at least she's been given the pass to talk to him for a spare moment. It's probably a sort of reflex on Leon's behalf, not fully able to diagnose him as an ally or foe, and thus keeping their connection minimal. It's fine, but she hardly thinks someone willingly handling out first aid can't be not good.
"Here. It's not much, but I gathered some... pesetas? - I think it's plural - whenever we had a moment. In case me and Leon split, I could... I don't know. Leave a trail?"
For not being a fan of her princesa status, she sure does play into fairytales a lot. Ignoring the eyeroll she very much wants to give herself, Ashley hands over the palmful, smiling politely whenever the Merchant plucks a canister out of his jacket and tosses it over.
"If you don't trust it, just know Leon's been using this the whole time, and it seems to do him good. You'll... get over the smell after your second or third, but fingers crossed you won't need that many."
Medicinal. Gross. Ashley hoped it'd embody something minty or foresty, but instead it's better suited to a dentist's office or a freshly ripped-open pack of gauze.
Beggars can't be choosers.
"I've seen his guns, but something tells me you're talking about his other set."
Okay, fair point. That confidence of hers takes a dip because hey, she didn't know any eyes were on her, but she should know because she's the -- subject of all of this (eugh), and this snare was curated for Luis; yet now her ankle's snagged in it.
Touché.
"Luis. Ballistics? Seriously?" it's such an out there comment that Ashley can't swallow her laugh in time, but to compensate, she knocks their shoulders together again. "Okay, okay, you're right. We've both been eyeing 'Mister Kennedy' for the past, uh. Hour, I guess. If it helps, I thiiink I've caught him looking your way a time or two. While me and you have him in common, he and I have you in common. Seriously, two handsome guys? If it weren't for... everything going on here, this would be a girl's dream."
Deflection, she knows that well.
"For what it's worth, you two make a good team. I'm just... sorry this is where you two had to meet. Not the most romantic setting."
Ashley knows well she's assuming a lot of things, dancing on a precarious line. However, she got Luis Serra, charmer of men and women alike, to stammer. Can anyone blame her for taking pride in that? ... She does feel bad, though. People like them meet over a drink, watch terrible movies and love them. In its place, Leon's slashing at dead-but-not things, and Luis' carries an everlasting memory on his chest.
... Well. She supposes they'll all have that in common.
"What would your guys' name be? Luion? Leis?"
Okay, okay, she's having fun now, but let her have her moment.
@arrepentirse!
"Hey. Do you want to come and help me chuck my ex's junk off a cliff? It's a great stress reliever."
Ashley Graham in RESIDENT EVIL 4 Remake
"You wouldn't understand. I'm not like other humans. I'm more like them!" He shouted before looking away. "I lost my humanity when I.." He then shook his head refusing to speak any further on the topic.
"That's a different story." He mumbled.
(Piers @ Ashley)
"You're nothing like them."
The outburst scrambles her brain. Her mouth seems to move of its own accord, forming speech before she can adequately thumb through it and make sure it's right, but Ashley wouldn't draw back the words even if she had. Something terrible happened to these people, something terrible that squirms and twitches inside her, and - and in him, too? That's the path Ashley believes he's angling, but furthers her stance by not budging from his side.
"I don't... know what you've been through, exactly? But... you're not... trying to, um, steal me? For starters, or flinging chainsaws--how do they even do that?-- at people, and... you've still got," Ashley taps against his forehead. "This. You're talking, communicating, and you're acting as one person, instead of... instead of as a, um, cult."
Ashley grimaces at the chosen word, but honestly can't find it in her to mentally leaf through a dictionary. Her feet hurt, she's covered in more sweat than she's ever been, and she doesn't know where in the hell Leon or Luis are, if they're okay...
So, Ashley puts aside her complicated feelings regarding that word for a later date.
"If... if you're like me, then, you have the potential to turn into that... but- but Luis, you don't know Luis but he's important somehow, he has a way to get rid of it. Surgically remove it so we can't become that. Whenever we meet back up with Leon, you have to come with us. Please? Please come with us."
Ashley looks around, looks back at him.
"After all, we can't stay in the same area too long, right? So, if you wanna' walk and talk, we can. You don't have to spill any deets you don't want to, but... I'd appreciate any kind of conversation, honestly."
How long has she been gone, now? A day? Three?
"Regardless, you're... still human. We're human."
Then, wouldn't that mean...?
Ashley chooses to stop that thought before it manifests.
