#conflovers

[your-future-boyfriends]

~ @conflovers ~

“What in the hell is a mistletoe?”

[fuukiin]

conflovers replied to your post: "Hey, I lost my number. Can I have yours?" Oh Ann,...

…and the Lovers just sort of blinked at that enthusiastic expression. How does she–should she even try to–nah. “I appreciate the offer, Ishamaru-kun, but I don’t know if it’ll be necessary.”

Now he was just confused, had she not just asked for his number to remedy the loss of her own phone? “Are you no longer concerned for your device? I feel as though losing such a thing would be quite the dilemma, I insist that you allow me to assist your efforts!”

[trickira-a]

Bad end kiss pls--

         a  meme  lost  in  the  depth  of  mementos  ...        &&                @conflovers .

fingers    grazed    against    her    pink    lower    lip .        he kept his face close  ;         something was    different    in his expression .    an expression    withered    by the passed time,    jaded    in    his    physique .        all     over    a    sacrifice  ,        he    knew    she    resents    him    for .    it’s not to say he had    no    attachments    towards them, but these connections he was tied to were cut off as closely as possible.          his  friends  suffocated  him                                    but  he ’ s  free  now .

&&         yet  ,                 here is a girl    he  swore  he  rid  himself  of .    she’s sitting in his bedroom, and his whole face    shaded    darker    to    a    distinguished    horror    that he’d have to    face    as    reality .    she became    the    representation    of    his    crimes .         she was    a    thornful    reminder    of what    he ’ s    done  ;         what he’s    given    up    for         JUSTICE .

he couldn’t exactly feel as though    he    lost    her     before this .         akira knew    exactly    where he  left  her ,        sitting    to    rot .         this rose remained    unwilted ,         perfect    down to the    finest    detail .        but his heart held onto the fact that maybe this was all some    cruel    hallucination    put before him ,         &&         ann would one day be    gone .        back    in    the    velvet    room  ;         far    far    away    from    him .     had he even known himself how much of    a    stabilizer    she    became    for    him  ? 

“    are    you  …        really    here  ?    ”         the question had    no    desire    for an answer .     instead, a tired huff escapes the fool shortly after.    hands lifting to rub the    incoming    tears    beneath his    fogged    glasses .         fingers carefully  removed  the accessory entirely from his face ,    as he’d turn to look at her closely .    their faces    inches    apart ,    his dark lashes  prominent  in contrast to grey hues that appeared        vastly    empty  ;          analyzing    her .

a smile cracked at his lips ,        akira’s countenance resembling    a    broken    mirror    while he spoke to the girl he didn’t even believe    was    real ,         “    ann ,    would    you    let    me  …    ”         a    gentle    sound of    bells     rang ,    and faint wind chime just beyond his window  ;         at    the    wistful    moment        he leaned in         &&         pressed his lips against hers .        her    sweet    rosy    perfume    overwhelmed him as he kissed ann  ,        (    he    swore    it    gave    him    an    instant    headache    ...    )         &&         for a second he wondered if his his own heart    skipped    a few beats .    all of akira’s    senses    were telling him ,        she truly was    alive ,    and    well .        this kiss for her ,       could represented    a  longing    for    its    truth .  

a    little    time    after ,        he’d pull away and stand up from his seated position .    akira stared elsewhere in the room  ;        a  thumb  wiping  at  his  mouth .    akira’s expression    returning    to something        far    more    calm        &&        orderly  ,        “    it ’ s  …    not    my    place        to    ask  ,        but    please    stay    here    today .    ”        eventually upon making this request,    his    focus    would return to her again  ,        “    i    want    to    wake    up    tomorrow ,        and    see    you ’ re       still    there .    ”

[ofchevalerie-archived]

conflovers a réagi à votre billet : “Hmmm, what if I let my beard grow? Call me manly...

“I think you look better clean shaven, though–”

“...then I guess I won’t grow a beard if you say so...”

[electricea-a]

conflovers replied to your post “you've got a fit body, why are you embarassed dancing shirtless?...”

Ann wholeheartedly supports this initiative.

P5 Dancing threads when? 👀

[papessedefer-a-blog]

Mistletoe~

♪Underneath the Mistletoe♪

It was in that moment that Makoto had a very important question to ask: why had Sae hung a mistletoe in the apartment!? Those sky blue eyes cast a knowing glance upwards before settling on their crimson counterparts, and the Priestess most certainly caught the confident smirk playing at the corner of Ann’s lips. Two could play at that game, Panther… She closed her eyes, letting a short breath escape her, before eyelashes fluttered open, capturing the blonde in a smoldering gaze not unlike the fires she commanded in the Metaverse. The girl knew what being caught under the mistletoe meant, but would she play along?

Makoto took one step forward, closing the small gap between them almost entirely. And she drew one hand up to rest upon the other’s cheek, fingertips ghosting along her hairline. It was then that the mighty Queen leaned even closer, her very breath tickling at Ann’s skin, beckoning her closer still – and then she stopped, thumb pressing firmly against the model’s lips. A tug at the corner of her mouth mirrored the smirk the other wore just moments earlier, and she whispered, “Say please...”

[corvidacee]

conflovers replied to your post: au where goro is shinji and hamuko’s kid.

–yoooooo.

i mean...

look at this...

come on!!!!

[queenstead-blog]

    @conflovers

    The cold, crisp air enveloped the priestess as she stood outside the train station to wait for Panther. It was cold, but it wasn’t as if she hadn’t become accustomed to it yet given how long she had been living in the area. She could feel a faint amount of snowdrops land on her brown hair, running a hand through short locks to sweep them away. Queen’s eyes looked around the area to take note of all the lights and decorations around the city-- She’d admit that it was beautiful.

    Once she spotted the blonde, Makoto gently waved as she approached her friend. “I hope you’re not too cold. I wasn’t planning on staying outdoors for very long, anyways.” With that, she rummaged through her bag to pull out a neatly folded sheet of paper she had written up prior. “Thank you for coming. I was.. hoping you’d be able to help me shop for some decorations. I thought having some Christmas lights around the house might make it feel homier-- If that makes sense.”