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Ritsu is truly a shounen protag

“It is my strength! I, Ritsu Fujimaru, have a dream! To become the number one protag☆star in your hearts!”

#ariacle #ritsu is also a walking shitpost

“Eh, ah, it’s embarrassing, but... I was playing chess against myself...” Ritsuka hides her blushing face, covering her eyes with her hand and peeking down at the board in front of her through slender fingertips. “Don’t laugh, okay...! I started doing it because I saw it on TV, and then I kept doing it for real...” / @ariacle.

#ariacle #ritsuka can be cute sometimes

❝ Hope holds you fast like an anchor so you don't give way. ❞

the golden compass starters; no longer accepting || @ariacle

WHAT INTERESTING WORDS. TO be expected from the other though. They seemed a hopeful sort, the kind that would cling to it even when it was clear that hope was not enough to save them. “And what if that is not enough then?” he asked coolly. “Then what would you do? Continue gripping hold of that emotion as tightly as you can?” Ozymandias held nothing against the other’s way of thinking. On the contrary, he did not disagree. It was hope that helped push humanity forward. Hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a brighter future –

Such a powerful thing it was.

Although in the same breath, he could see that as a crutch. ❝It is good to hope, yes. However, to rely only on that is so foolish. Instead of dwelling on such an abstract concept, would it not be better for one to go and make things happen? To put forth the effort to bring what they desire or long for to fruition? I much prefer this.❞

#ariacle #;v: summoned forth #;;hgw #;ask reply meme #answered

3, 6, 11, & 15!

headcanon meme || accepting@ariacle

3. How do they cope with loss? Do they visibly show their grief, or do they hide it? How deeply are they affected?

How he copes with loss is by burying those emotions as deep as he can. By himself, he will show his grief. He isn’t someone that will openly grieve in front of anyone. Taking the loss of Iskandar as an example, Waver kept himself together as best as he could when talking to Martha and Glenn. Not only because he had to unless he wanted to reveal himself as a magus and other matters involving the Holy Grail War, but also Waver isn’t someone that does well expressing emotions like grief or sadness. He is going to keep it to himself and grieve in his own time, on his own terms.

6. Who do they consider their friends? Enemies? Frenemies? Acquaintances? Do they trust any of them?

It really depends. Waver doesn’t have many friends or, more specifically, have many people he would call his friends. He keeps to himself as much as possible as magi tend to be untrustworthy. Being a temporary Lord as well, he’s not in a position to be making friendships. People that he is on friendly or good terms would be labeled as an associate out of circumstance. Whether they share a common goal or have similar opinions on a matter, said person would fall into that category. He wouldn’t necessarily call them his friend. Only been he truly and wholeheartedly consider someone a friend, which takes a great deal, would he trust them. That as well is whole other feat that’s difficult to earn from him.

11. Have they learned from their past mistakes, or do they continue to repeat them? If it’s the latter, are they aware that they’re repeating them and simply don’t bother to do anything about it, or are they unaware of it?

Yes. Absolutely yes. Waver is so painfully aware of his past mistakes that he tries his best to avoid repeating them if he can. When he looks back on the Holy Grail War, he knows what he did and lives with the guilt of his actions. He doesn’t like the person he was in his past, and he is so aware of who he was that he desperately wants to grow and further himself from that person.

15. How do they feel about material wealth? Have they ever been obsessed with it before?

He has never truly cared about material wealth. Waver wasn’t born into it nor really ever been someone that has been well off. Even as he is paid generously as a Clock Tower professor, the expensive clothes and cars are part of looking the part of a magus and someone fitting a Lord. He knows the value of money, and he doesn’t really squander it or leave debts unpaid when he knows they are owed.

#ariacle #answered ;;#headcanons ;;#about muse ;;

"Is it alright if I sit in here and read?" He gives a tilt of his head, tracing the title on the cover of his book with absent fingers (he knows it won't change that he's rereading Jane Eyre, but it's rhythmic). "It's quieter in here, and it'll keep you from being - well, alone."

It’s surprisingly quiet in Rackam’s open garage, only the faint sound of music from the radio shoved against the back wall and the intermittent clinking of tools. Rackam looks up from the car engine he’s elbow-deep in at the sound of a voice, having chalked the noise of the door opening as something not particularly worth checking on. He straightens up and nods when he sees Xan.

“Oh, yeah, sure. There’s a couch over there on the near wall you can hang out on as long as ya want.” Rackam gestures over towards it. The couch is a somewhat battered-looking piece of furniture that looks rather out of place in the garage (if it wasn’t known that Rackam spends almost all his time in the garage and often doesn’t feel like going upstairs to sleep), but it’s also extremely comfortable once someone sits down on it.

“It gets kinda loud in the main shop, I getcha.” There’s much more of a bustle there, the proper hubbub of a mechanic’s shop run out of a building where the entire upper floor is just Rackam’s own family’s house -- a lot of back and forth. But at least the garage is a bit more separated and reliably more peaceful, since it’s just Rackam in there. Xan’s welcome to hang out as long as he wishes. “I should be done with the work in a few hours.”

#v. be more like the man you were meant to be ( MODERN )#ariacle

He wraps his arms around Enkidu - gently, of course, and not without some hesitation (even mildly inebriated as he is, he's cautious with his affections). "You're soft, and warm, and you smell like cut grass and moss. It's nice."

unprompted asks || always accepting !

Oh, and there is no hesitation on Enkidu’s part ! There’s a delighted noise, soft and happy, burying his face in Xan’s hair. And it’s true -- Enkidu is warm, and he smells of earth and grass, fragrant of flower and petrichor. He’s earthen, solid, and he hugs his master kindly.

Enkidu is a creature of affection, really.

“ And you smell of lavender and soap, sweet and clean. “

#WE LOVE U #ariacle

"Ritsu, c'mere a second." He holds out his hands, follows the arc of their shoulders upwards upon making contact: closer, closer, just a little less personal space for them as Xan continues with what he's doing. He's never bothered to note Ritsu's features before now, remembering them only by their gentle hands, light footsteps, and soft voice; there's a tenderness in tracing each feature before placing his hands in his companion's hair and pressing his lips to their own. Soft, but spontaneous.

The request is easily obeyed, Ritsu not bothering to ask why as they step to just before Xan and watch their actions with friendly interest. “Sure thing.” There have been weirder favours asked of them. An inspection isn’t anything to be worried about.

Especially one as careful as Xan’s.

Ritsu continues to wait in peaceful quiet, a relaxed smile as Xan’s hands trace from the curve of their shoulders, over jaw, explore facial features. Ritsu’s never seen themselves as particularly interesting in terms of face -- they’re not bad-looking, just average, with a little bit of roundness permanently in their cheeks, straight nose, lips just chapped enough to be noticed when a thumb’s placed over them. There’s only so much that they think could possibly be worth remembering.

But either way, it’s nice to be treated gently. Not in the sense that it’s unusual, but it’s nice. So they lean a little into Xan’s touch with a quiet hum. Whatever brought this about is utterly beyond them... but they can’t complain.

A kiss follows, which surprises Ritsu as well. A soft “hah?” muttered between their lips, but Ritsu doesn’t lean away. A little confusing; not a problem. They just place their hand loosely onto Xan’s forearm and give a quick kiss in return.

“...What was that for?” asked when Xan leans away, Ritsu’s head tilted slightly in curiosity.

#soff #ariacle