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a civil servant - a wife - an assassin?
RULES | ABOUT | GOOGLE DOCS
credits: art temp
ah yes, everyone. it is time to return to my spy x family hyperfixation with the new season coming out! twiyor brain rot time!
watched episode 1 of season 2! twas fun
sorry for going MIA. i honestly remembered a big part of why i left tumblr -- posting on the dash makes me more pressured to make my replies look aesthetic instead of focusing on writing and character development. i prefer discord threads which is where im more active. mutual feel free to ask for it.
oh man i thought the cruise ship arc tugged at my heart strings but i just finished chapter 62. oh twilight. :')))
excuse me while i sob at the last minutes of ep 12 oh my god its so cute and wholesome
“ Are you interested ? It’s a good day for it. ” he points to the restaurant with outdoor seating. He’s heard of this place. All the rage , apparently.
" Right now? "
Yor glanced at all of the available seating. It was such a pleasant day out. Not too sunny, not a hint of humidity. No sweater needed for the slightly overcast weather, and it smelled divine. A few of her coworkers had mentioned the food from the new restaurant.
" Would Anya- " She caught herself before holding her thought. No, she didn't think their daughter would be too upset if they ate out without her. Though she was a little flustered at the thought of it being just them, the assassin nodded.
" I'd love to ."
headcanon.
in another life, Yor could have been a fashion designer or perhaps a model. since she was younger she had a fascination for pulling together different kinds of outfits for both her and Yuri, even if they were considered "odd."
For now, she can at least contribute as the sense of fashion for the Forgers.
@ofthorns liked for a starter \ Accepting
It was always a blessing, being able to spend time together. It was something that had become less frequent as the two had grown older, yet was always welcome; even as Yuri began growing older, began to gain the ability to function independently, he never wanted to let go of what they had. Through thick and thin, she was the only constant in his life - the only one who had always been there for him, the only one he had cared about doing anything for.
That being said, however, he didn’t want to continue being a burden upon her. Her entire life she had worked for him, he was more than aware - and he had worked to try and fix that. Something he fully intended to do, even if he doubted she’d allow herself to be taken care of so easily. Something he could resent her husband for, but he wouldn’t ruin their outing with negative thoughts.
“You should let me buy you something,” he tried to prompt, as they walked down the street past the dozens of flashy stores. “My job pays me well - I could get you anything you wanted, within reason.” Even the thought of doing it for her made him flustered - he owed her more than just one or two things, they both knew. But at the very least, it was a start.
The older Briar had been somewhat lost in her thoughts as she walked alongside Yuri. Ruby eyes scanned over the store fronts they passed by, periodically wondering if her step-daughter would like something. Would it look good in her room -- would that dress look okay on her? But long had the days passed since she felt the need to buy anything. Her room had everything she needed, she went grocery shopping frequently enough.
Her money was going to the tailor's a lot more often.
So it surprised her when Yuri spoke up.
" Oh, Yuri, " Yor sighed in a sing-song tone, a genuine smile crossing her face. All these years and he still tried to make her happy -- to make her proud. " I have the best little brother in the world. " Despite the fact that at some point, he had grown to be taller than her, even in her heeled boots, she reached her hand up to pat his head twice lovingly.
" You don't need to buy me anything, but thank you. You should save up, always keep some emergency money. "
twiyor slow dancing
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bold for always, italicize for sometimes. repost and tag if you'd like.
𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.
𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym/training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.
𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.
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tagging: @spypa @second-lieutenant-briar @ofspy @mrsforger @ofnghtfall anyone else who'd like to steal!
“ No! I’ll do it! “
Maybe those words wouldn’t worry a stranger, but coming from Yor, perhaps it was better to hold caution. Something brand new that she set her mind to? Anyone who knew her should be ready to duck and cover.
“ Just tell me where to start. “
“ No! I’ll do it! “
Maybe those words wouldn’t worry a stranger, but coming from Yor, perhaps it was better to hold caution. Something brand new that she set her mind to? Anyone who knew her should be ready to duck and cover.
“ Just tell me where to start. “
" Making a world where kids don't need to cry..... THAT was the whole reason I became a spy in the first place. "
ind. priv. & highly sel. Twilight aka Loid Forger from Spy x Family mutuals only. crossover friendly. ~ 21+ rpers advised for triggers/NSFW content ~ as written by Juice <3
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I used to think I'd be done by twenty
Now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears the same
Though maybe at thirty, I'll see a way to change
That I'm living for the knife
I always thought the choice was mine
And I was right, but I just chose wrong
I start the day lying and end with the truth
That I'm dying for the knife