Dec 29, 2014
are we gonna have to fight over who's trashier because i will have you know
fite me bruce
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are we gonna have to fight over who's trashier because i will have you know
fite me bruce
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MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU, THIS WAS SUPER CUTE AND JUST NNNN, MERRY CHRISTMAS, OK, i miss you and love you tons and i hope you’ve been well !!
(( MERRY CHRISTMAS- SOBBING IT HAD BEEN FOREVER SINCE I'VE BEEN HERE- I MISSED YOU AND TOUYA AND ADAM A LOT- ;u; I love you toooo. Hope you've been doing well too, lovely! I've been really busy myself. A little stressful these past months but hope you've been having wonderful holidays! CRIES AND HOLDS YOU TIGHT ))
❝ ---- merry christmas, /kuro/. ❞ it seems fitting, to give him a nickname that would play along with his own, and it's a meek smile that displays itself on his lips; he doesn't hold a gift, and in all honesty, adam feels ashamed that he could stand before the other empty handed, but perhaps material things were never of too much importance. fingers reach out to seek the one's before him, capturing a few within his grasp to at least do /something/, if not anything at all.
He... really didn't expect that.
He really didn't.
The smaller voice that came with the appearance of the albino. Those white strands framing perfect face that he knew so well. Too well. The same face that he saw so many nights in his dreams. The scent that brought that pleasant nostalgia eating at his heart and the dragon found himself speechless. He was at lost for words for that single moment, thoughts running through his mind but nothing could come out from his lips. He had so many thing, so many things to tell him.
Yet, nothing came out.
Extended digits that came to his own were willingly caught in his stronger ones, clasping gently but firmly, not afraid but still tender in its care and touch where without a word, he pulled the younger male into his hold, burying his face into the smaller shoulder despite him being the shorter one. Like he cared.
I miss you...
I didn't think you'd be here...
I didn't think you'd wait for me...
Why would you wait for someone like me?
I'm nothing...
I'll just leave again...
I'll hurt you again...
Words, more and more words and questions poured in his mind but all that could be heard was the sound of him tightening his embrace around the white haired male, squeezing him tightly. Desperately. He yearned for him, he longed and missed him days and nights. But he couldn't say that. He wasn't allowed to.
But this is the best Christmas present he could ever asked for.
Adam...
--I love you.
s hoot me in the face i love your han so much. i love all your blogs. i love yo u, goodbye.
leo. why are you so nice to me omg. you always have super nice things to say about me and i’m so grateful and you flatter me so much. i love you to bits. ;u; i’m super happy you’re a fan of him, tbh. because your writing is one of my sources of inspiration. i adore everything you dish out. and i will follow you wherever i am, lbr. <3 thank you very much for the kind words. lemme smushpap your cheeks, okay? you’re a gem. i feel so lucky to have you in my life. fjslkdfjsldfj. heart eyes.
happy birthday, eli ! you're such a positive light in the role playing community, as well as an incredibly talented writer, and just a generally kind and welcoming person-- i hope you have a fantastic birthday ! (´▽`ʃƪ)
ohhhh now. you were extra sweet to me. i’m gonna cry. ;u; leo you’re a doll. i love you to bits. <333 thank you very much for the wishes !
❥ ❥ ❥ i /love/ your shinji, ok, he feels so real to me, and i just really like your writing, too?? like holy shit, you have such beautiful writing, it's so intriguing and just overly /awesome/. i love it all, everything you do. i love yo u. i hope you always continue to be so amazing.
❥ ❥ ❥ enjoying my portrayal ♡
cowardice. thank you so much leo!! i am also extremely glad u liked the thing i sent u. i was so worried u were gonna think i was a weirdo for gushing over u, but sometimes i cannot help it,,,,,, when i see amazing things i simply must,,,,, babble,,,,, thank you for complimenting me & my shinji!! i've been trying to work on him so he seems realistic just like anno portrays him in situations, so i've been studying him,,,closely,,,for some time now to make sure he comes out the wibbly and traumatized boy the anime/rebuilds/games portray him as!! as for my writing i am in a current state of feeling extremely dissatisfied, but have no fear -- you have dispelled some of my anxities about seeming...overdone. ; u ; i love u i hope you always continue to be amazing leo uwu
☞ is it ok if i give you adam, though
send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them.
at this point, he doesn’t even realize the atrocities he has just committed. he had been feeling faint all day— the demon inside of him had been trying to make it’s way to the surface of his being. it was subtle, at first, in ways that adam didn’t even realize. an occasional finger twitch, blinking a few times in rapid succession.. but the actions escalated, as they always did. soon enough his arms were moving on his own, grabbing at random objects, at random people. a fire was raging inside of his throat, his entire chest was heaving. he had to keep aderan under control. he had to. an hour passed, and he didn’t even realize. one minute he was walking through the streets of a small village, the next, he was knelt over, covered in blood. was it his? no. it didn’t have the same scent— it wasn’t tainted with the sins of his past. this blood was much too innocent. and when he looked over to where the source of the puddle began, he was absolutely horrified.
there she lay, a woman no older than twenty, with his sword plunged through her stomach. she was cold. she was lifeless. she had been there for almost an entire hour and it had been his fault that he let the demon out. he should of been stronger, he should of learned to have more control, he should of died instead of his sister. he’s much like a wounded deer, at this point— slowly making his way over to her body. poking it. nudging her. he wants her to wake up, but he knows inside himself that it’s far too late to do anything to help her. he lets out a wail, a scream, a cry—he can’t do this anymore. he can’t figure out why it is that he couldn’t just be born normal. the fire in his throat returns, but the demon is not attempting to rouse itself from inside of adam. no, there’s a fire in his throat because he’s sobbing and yelling, because he just wants to go home. he just wants to be with his sister again, but the demon wouldn’t even allow adam to end his suffering. only a few words leave his mouth.
" i’m sorry.. i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry.. “
☞ what if i sent you adam--
muse portrayal ♡
your name is adam. slated by kindness, overwhelmed by veracity, a candor that tastes like bittersweet candy on your tongue polluted by accuracy, by actuality. you are daunted in existence by familiar bubblegum laughter on the tip of a familiar tongue, not your own, of course — laughter is reserved for days of better treatment. condoned are your actions by little, such martyr culture that little you understand, a selective following that remains by your side despite other temptations. are you glad they stay? afraid of them leaving? with integrity, you suppose, you want them to stay but you know. proof of abandonment surfaces with KAGERU’s formations of memories where you think your last happiness melted. the contentment felt here something for fabrication’s sake — right?
false! your happiness is your own to make! the power to safeguard lives solely in the tips of your fingers as fondness evaporates even the harshest of emotions from your grizzled chest. you live for her sake, at least you presume so, but this is your world to carve and create! not a god, by any means, are you, but worthy of respect and kindness from those who shower you with praise and love and particular playful animosity! oh, it must warm you to your core on days you can move, on days you can smile, on days you can breathe and laugh and celebrate! and you know wherever she is that she approves of this notion, of your goal. the power to inoculate, the power to insulate — the power to remain ebullient. ' i'm glad. '