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okay but ya’ll gonna tell me this guitar playin’, sweet as hell, kind ass angel of the world wouldn’t have a nice beard?? @shumibito

#OLD RECORDINGS;;BUTTERFLY #kotoxwari #MEMORIES SAVED;;#[[ KFKDSG BEAN !! ]]#[[ LOOK! LOOK HE LOOKS GOOD!! ]]#[[ I LOVE THIS ]]#[[ let tatara have a beard too ! ]]

The impressive feat would be just how quickly the Black Dog managed to grow the the offensive facial hair... He himself has been trying for the entirety of the month, but to no avail.

“Makes me wonder if I’m doing it wrong.”

#DASH COMMENTARY;;#MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #[[ facial hair !! ]]#[[ I SUPPORT YOU KUROH!! ]]

| |NO BLOOD! NO BONE! NO ASH!!

#OLD RECORDINGS;;HOMRA #[[ i FUCKED UP and forgot yata-chan ]]#[[ and also fuck you fushimi you get in here too ]]#[[ turtle stop making gifs and do your drafts ]]#[[ me at me: no ]]

yakumocchi

#OLD RECORDINGS;;BUTTERFLY #OLD RECORDINGS;;PRINCESS #OLD RECORDINGS;;KINGU

anahori-simon‌:

Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ cσurαgє ᴏғ ѕ t α r ѕ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ - ʜᴏᴡ ℓ ι g н t ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇs ᴏɴ єndlєѕѕlч, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

☆═━┈ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ┈━═☆

ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴏʀᴛɴᴇss ᴏғ breath, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ i n f i n i t e; ʜᴏᴡ rαrє ᴀɴᴅ вєαυᴛιfυℓ, ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ e x i s t.

“C-CRICKETS?”

Simon froze, his hands still on the edge of the bartop. Disbelief ran rampant across his aged features, as he searched Tatara’s expression for any sign of innocent dishonesty.

In distress, he realized that HOMRA’s Butterfly might be quite serious about the matter.

“I - I thought it looked like a little clothing parcel…

– I just took it up to Anna’s room.”

Ah. This was why it was often better to be an humble, yet gracious freeloader. In striving to assist, he’d just hand-delivered a box full of crickets to the treasured Princess. In silence, he considered the harm that could be done, if Anna innocently opened a box of crickets into her room. Or worse - into her adorable, fluffy little four-poster bed.

WAS THERE TIME TO PREVENT THE WORST FROM HAPPENING??

IN THE END, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE;;

Ah, well then... he supposed gratitude would be the forefront of circumstance, in this life of his. It had been a good time, full of such amazing memories... A mere single regret, that this poor old man may have to return to the earth with him, before his time. Serenity, the wings by which the spirit lifted itself above the mortal plane - the third of HOMRA was the very face of one who took fate as it came, with no ability to define the primal fear that should have paralyzed any other human being.

“That’s alright, Simon-san. We had a good run, haven’t we? I haven’t gotten to help you as much as I’ve wanted, but.. It’ll all work out in the end - there’s even a small chance it hasn’t been opened.”

- -Follow the butterfly through MEMORIES of a better place;;

#MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #anahori-simon #[[ :> if we hear a scream I'm just gonna start running ok?? ]]

“So, if anyone sees an unclaimed package around here, don’t open it. It... might be full of live crickets, of which I just learned you probably shouldn’t feed baby crows.”

#MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #OPEN;;#[[ FDKG MY SINGULAR FUNCTIONING BRAIN CELL WON'T FOCUS ON ANYTHING ]]

shiroa

#OLD RECORDINGS;;BUTTERFLY #OLD RECORDINGS;;PRINCESS

The quietest known call of ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY FUSHIMI’ is yelled into the void that their wayward son dwells in - - -hopefully, he’ll hear the sentiment.

#Dash commentary;;#What is he like fourteen now?? ?#:>

homra-no-artemis‌:

“Boys are disgusting.”

She’s going to ask Kusanagi for some financial support to take Anna away from them and to Okinawa for the entirety of November…

“They do their best. Being open about something is one of the better ways to be confident about it, ne? I’m just not sure it’s something we need to limit... ah... ...maybe I’ll ask Kingu if he thinks it’s a good idea, then we’ll get our verdict.”

His expression is serenity, yet his presence screams ‘DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THEM EITHER MY ONLY DEFENSE IS A GUITAR AND ESSENTIAL OILS’... that...and... she was far better suited for guardianship if there were issues during the course of the month.

#homra-no-artemis #MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #[[ 'they do their best' as though he is not afflicted by the boy curse ]]#[[ Y OU DON'T GET TO LEAVE THO ]]

“Holding back isn’t something we usually endorse...”

That moment when most of the clan are extremely... ‘passionate’ individuals and the tension in the room could normally be cut with a plastic straw.

#DASH COMMENTARY;;#[[ excuse me LATE AF DASH COMM bc OLD MAN SLEEPS AT DUMB TIMES ]]#[[ the entirety of HOMRA is going to die we need to find a new Nov theme to save them ]]

changeborn

WELCOME TO J.U.N.G.L.E! (( I believe in our ability to CHANGE )) APPLICATION LOADING… (( Faith in our progress )) MISSION ACCEPTED!! - - Evolved by TURTLE.

#NEW FRIENDS;;NEW FACES[[WHO ARE YOU]]#k rp #k roleplay #k project rp #k project roleplay #[[ MA THERE'S A WEIRD FUCKIN STRAY PARROT OUTSIDE ]]#[[ I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THAT'S A PARROT ]]#[[ BLINK MOTHERFUCKER ]]

vonlived‌:

Is he seeing that right? It’s a ghost! It’s a butterfly! It’s —

❛ Totsuka? ❜

That moment when you kind of have to haunt your poor unfortunate senpai because when your King died he just sort of moved upstairs spiritually because heaven was too godamn far away and he stopped to take a nap. He’d head up the stairs, before more questions could be raised... A dream when one was fatigued could simply be a pleasant memory, after all.

#vonlived #MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #[[ I'VE BEEN!! SPOTTED!! ]]#[[ FSKDG doN'T CALL YATA HE'LL CRY ]]

xyumeni‌:

“Are you.. any good at photography? I thought i’d pick it up as a hobby.” She says with a small shrug as she fiddles with a newly bought camera. Rei often admired the work of photography. So why not try it out for herself. “I’m sure it’s different from film making. Just thought I’d ask..”

IN THE END, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE;;

The mention of hobbies was akin to a clockwork knob turned repeatedly, as the fawn-maned entrepreneur of random interests peered up with nothing short of tranquil fascination. - - his were habits born of necessity; Survival in quiet solitude where such a (Cold hearted) child would not be perturbed by the difficulties that living nearly alone promised him. Now adays, it was more a feat of self-awareness, having had no time to cultivate those passions that would make a definitive self.. that was why, perhaps, he was drawn to those with such BRIGHT, UNYIELDING FLAMES. - - hers, too, was always pleasant - Warm, if not quiet. He peered, sideways, way too far to be far too serious, to inspect the camera in her hands as though he was likely an expert in the field.

“It’s similar, but more difficult, I’d think. You’re still capturing memories, but unlike film making, these don’t move, ne? So you’d have to work harder, to make sure those memories are clear when you take the shot.”

- -Follow the butterfly through MEMORIES of a better place;;

#xyumeni #CAGE KEEPER;;BUTTERFLY ON YOUR RIGHT SHOULDER #MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #[[ why would you ask him ]]#[[ now he's going to take her out to practiCE EVERYWHERE ]]

foxkinged‌:

his mission was simple, oh-so simple, dismantle the other kings, bring their damocles crashing down upon their frail, useless bodies. the show the dresden slate once and for all that there was meant to be one king, and one king alone ! the colorless king was the be the only king who survived, he was destined to rule above all other lifeforms !! no one, not even adolf weismann, not even that obnoxious gold king, would stop him. not now, not ever.

tsuyoshi had possessed a beaten up woman, a PATHETIC girl who was hiding out in some alleyway away from whatever was causing her harm. she was covered from head to toe in bruises, but he needed MORE. he shown no hesitation in grabbing a busted up glass bottle and pressing it against her right calf, the king biting at soft lips, hissing in pain as she gashed her leg open. with a swift movement of her arm, the bottle was tossed into the dumpster, the curtains rising upon the colorless king’s first act. he hobbled quickly out of the alleyway, releasing heavy, uneven pants as the host body frantically moved forward, eyes locked onto a man he had seen with the red clan several times before.

“ ah… mister.. ? c-can you help me, please.. ? my… “ the woman’s teary gaze went up to him, glossy lips parting as she reached out to grasp his sleeve, “ my boyfriend… he… he’s gone CRAZY and… did this to me… please… help me… “ her voice was sweet, soft and pathetic, the woman fighting through several crying hiccups.

IN THE END, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE;;

Sudden was the incursion of human suffering - the cracks in the heart bleeding crimson onto the lives around them, staining everything in such a difficult stain to remove. Distance of the mind was known to him, a lack of commitment to a response that gave the fawn-haired man an almost uncanny calm, even in the face of what should be utter horror. He chose his bonds carefully, and gave his best face to strangers, for there was little reason not to help others out, if you were in the position to do so. He had simply meant to be out to clear his psyche, to pick up a few ingredients they were missing, when wavering breaths and a plea hit the cagekeeper’s senses like a miasma. As a life-drenched palm took hold of him, of course, he took note of the risk, he took note of the blood draining from her person, and a smile, soft and gentle and promising aid spread as a butterfly’s flaming wings across his visage, the WEAKEST of HOMRA kneeling down slightly to assess the damages.

“Is he nearby? I’m not one for fighting, so we’d have to run. ...but, I can get you to a hospital.”

The weight of her life was negligible, as he placed an arm gingerly across the span of her back, so she could utilize it as a brace, and perhaps stand. There was a quick glance askance, towards the dark reaches of the nearby alley, as though assessing whether or not there would be trouble.

- -Follow the butterfly through MEMORIES of a better place;;

#MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #foxkinged #[[ hey tatara can you stop going out alone this is a problem ]]#[[ also tatara: lmao your boyfriend's gonna beat me up too we're fucked sis ]]

heisonlyred‌:

❝Whaddya talking about, Tatara…

Halloween’s still over a week out.

You’re way too early.

Pure serenity as bright and golden as any guiding flame - this was what his expression promised. And continued to offer, as a pair of fluffy lion ears were retrieved from a bag conveniently censored out of existence.

“Don’t worry, Kingu, you won’t have to raise a finger! I can handle the decorations, just put these on!”

#heisonlyred #MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #And you are my KING;;He who PROTECTS all our fires from the winds of FATE[[KINGU]]#[[ DON'T WAKE UP JUST TO DASH MY DREAMS FDKSGDF ]]#[[ BUT ALSO HOW BOLD OF YOU TO AWAKEN ]]

No warning to herald the sudden exclamation of

“SPOOP.”

into the dark reaches of the bar, only for complete silence to reign, afterwards.

#MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #SPOOP SPOOPY IT'S ALMOST SPOOKYDAY #COSTUMES

@pyrebreathed

IN THE END, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE;;

Leaving oneself open to be the buffer between emotional turmoil and an early grave was a responsibility the third of HOMRA took gladly - with all the troubled youth seeking shelter from life’s storm under their King’s power, it was no wonder their everyday norms became quite eccentric and exciting at times.

- - ... well, generally speaking, it seemed.

“Mm?”

Burnt rust cast askance, an even smile the picture of assurance; He held no judgement in his gaze, merely allowing a few tawny wisps to fall sideways as he craned his neck to inspect the paperwork the bashful boy was lugging around as one would a football. Spinning around in the stool he currently occupied, a titter sounded, as soft as wingbeats, but drenched in what could have been guilt.

“Aha, I can try - I’m not as smart as Kusanagi-san by any means, - - -I’m sure we can figure it out, though, right? ... why don’t we go to a cafe? No one’ll barge in and interrupt us, then!”

- -Follow the butterfly through MEMORIES of a better place;;

#pyrebreathed #MEMORY OF RED;;INSIDE THE CAGE WE CALL HOME #[[ trying to save the lad from his eight older brothers coming in and reaming him about getting homework help from mom ]]

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