#cxlamitas

[ikihiyokashi-blog]

3+ @cxlamitas @surutakai @yato-not-yaboku

“ “Yato!” She yelled at him from behind the glass with both hands on it. “What are you doing? Why won’t you...”

“Let me in!” -The previously question-intended phrase turned into an order-.”

[calamitouscyan]

　　❝ —My future self and the Stalker Mcboobs? Nah, I like me with the Mcnuggies better. Thanks.❞

[visravana]

    “Pairing me up with that tracksuit god is more damaging to hear than that tasteless kiss he gave me last Spring.”

[calamitouscyan]

　　❝ —All hail the fifty chicken nuggets box!❞

[forveena-blog]

cxlamitas

Hey, I heard that!

[valiantspecter-blog]

Cataclysmic Goddess ((closed rp with cxlamitas))

☂Plum orbs gazed over the city from the hills the goddess found herself, standing upon the aftermath of a rather ｄｒａｗｎ ｏｕｔ duel against a copius ammount of phantoms. After ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ finding the source that welcomed these ghouls and rending it the Goddess found herself yearning another job.

☂"Revert, Yato," she mumbled to the sword in her grasp. When the warmth of the weapon escaped her slim digits she turned her head, peering back at her cyan eyed regalia with a warm smile against her pale cheeks, "You're sharper than ever today," she laughed, brushing a few long, loose tresses away from her face, "Well, how about we grab something to eat before we go for another job?" she hummed, her gaze quickly getting lost in his stunning blue eyes.

[huanyiing-blog]

( @cxlamitas liked for a starter )

“You know, you really DON’T have to follow me  to school everyday.”

[sekkiyuki-blog]

♛ cxlamitas

          ❄An unsettling peace had fallen white over the streets, in the form of flurries that began to blanket the sidewalk and lampposts. The metallic sea of grime and materialistic bygones was now cloaked in ivory, as if it was trying to disguise the hardship which poisoned the underneath.

            No older than 15, a boy with hair the color of sand was making his way- hood pulled cautiously past the portrait of his face to appear less confrontational. If he blended in and covered up, then nobody would notice him.

            And it was best that way, he decided, breath huffing visibly in front of him as he mulled the thought on his tongue. It was good if nobody noticed him, because then he could just keep doing what he was doing. 

            Well, maybe what he was doing wasn’t the best, but he didn’t care. The singing of frostbite across his toes and fingers was far superior to what he had escaped.

            Sheets of ice, darker than the night, hid under the frost which had covered the ground. A particularly thick patch of this secret was on the pavement which the boy had crossed over, and without being able to stop himself, his cheek and side collided with the ground- the tangy sensation of blood blooming across his mouth and shoulder.

❝ Fuck ... Ow ... ❞