#arcitraditore

[sroiretxe]

[tigrestriped]

@arcitraditore​​ said: "which one of you put catnip in my coffee? I'm not angry. I just want to talk." he is angry. and he definitely doesn't just want to talk.

catboy vs dogboy nonsense. not accepting.

“  wha— catnip? ...what’s that?  ”

ignore the telltale downward drooping of floppy ears and the sudden stillness of a tail that is usually vigilant in its wagging.

“  ...do you think it was me? why would i do that to you, buccellati? anyway, i gotta tree to take a leak on, so—  ”

[pixels-hub]

        I SAW GOD CRY IN THE REFLECTION OF MY ENEMIES .

@arcitraditore​

[suturcd]

@arcitraditore​ replied to your post “fuck it. microorganism time“

BABY BAYB BABY WHEN CAN BRUNO GET ONE

fran hands him one and bruno is just ron swanson vc it's fine

bruno when she finally drops 15 mins into his struggle with the shitty claw machine

[strawberryrots]

@arcitraditore​ /  🍓

❝       𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆       𝐓𝐎       𝐀𝐋𝐋       known       laws       of       aviation       ,       there       is       no       way       a       bee       should       be       able       to       fly       .       its       wings       are       too       small       to       get       its       fat       little       body       off       the       ground       .       the       bee       ,       of       course       ,       flies       anyway       because       bees       don't       care       what       humans       think       is       impossible       .                        yellow       ,       black       .       yellow       ,       black       .       yellow       ,       black       .       yellow       ,       black       .                   ❞            

[gggno]

" i'll walk you home. " for dao, because mr buccellati is a gentleman, of course

stepping outside, daozi stretches her arms — an open gesture, relaxed and carefree — and breathes in the night. dinner was incredible, just as buccellati had promised; but just as always, his company was the best part.

( did you know some people would reserve their favourite part of a dish for the last, just so it would be the note they end on? it feels very much like that, him and her. )

when she turns on her heels to meet his ever-so-stern eyes, he offers to accompany her home.

arms drop to the side and cross behind her back. she leans forward, chin tilting up, eyes glimmering with a muted kind of joy.

“ okay, but i might need a hand. ”

on her request, buccellati lifts his arm, mannered and full of grace. daozi — or clementine, as she likes how he says her name — laughs, but not because it was not endearing.

“ i said your hand, silly. ”

it must have been the bubbly — what else can explain her daring grin? she slides her hand into his, until all their fingers slot nicely together.

[ocultisms-a]

@arcitraditore liked for a starter !!

“you’ve never had a holiday have you bucciarati - “   for once , there wasn’t much to do - passione didn’t stay quiet for long ... so  it was best to enjoy days like that.  in theory.  though ,  abbacchio didn’t really thrive in such ... tranquillity. there was too much time to think ,  time to dwell. he’d much prefer to get put to work.   “ i didn’t realise you could make relaxing look so stressful.”

[lumitrs-a]

∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣ ‘  you  are  so  strong  ’  ╱   @arcitraditore​ ◞   Bucciarati ⤸

❝ It’s … not like , I needed to hear that from you.  I mean , after what we’re been through ──── well , it’s not like I don’t know that … ❞   Arms loosely fold against her waist , words quieting to a mumbled whisper.  The lump forming within her throat is silently swallowed down , hand gently raised to touch fingertips against painted lips.  It was awkward , hearing that from Bucciarati … that’s what she told herself , because those fluttering feelings were distracting.  

Hearing that praise … she wasn’t quite sure how to respond without making a fool of herself.  Strong?  Could really really be … strong … like him?  Just how did he see her anyway?  She was no longer that girl he’d first met , after all.  So much had changed and , well , she was trying to grow just like anyone else … she was going to overcome trial after trial , that’s what she’d decided back then.  

To stop him from leaving after her mess of a response , a hand reaches out to grip at his sleeve , gently tugging on it as she refuses to meet his eye.  

❝ Um. ❞   She only became strong because of people like him and the rest of his team.  Of their determination and drive … It made her want to be better , and to fight for her own future … there’s so much she wants to say , but she can never find the right words. 

❝ Thank you … Bucciarati. ❞