#dcwnrisen

[incendiorum-arch]

Shoto could admit when he'd been led astray, and cays could surely do that, and he wouldn't even be upset. This is why when he crouches down, he offers his hand for her to sniff, mismatch gaze curious. But the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and his gaze snaps up at the presence of something or maybe something? Like a puppy, his head tilts as he regards them, brows furrowing, " You're... My mom has a picture of you. " He leaves it at that before turning his attention back to the feline, giving her due attention, scratching beneath her chin with a pleased hum. " I'm Shoto, Loni's son. "

LUCREZIA IS NO STRANGER TO the various interactions she incites when wandering away from inter mundos. some people want nothing to do with her, and will simply pass her by without another look. others chase her away. and some call out to her, offer their hands, coo and croon and try their hardest to pet her. out of those people, lucrezia is much fonder of those who wait to see if she wants to be petted. the others tend to be more… forceful.

this boy definitely seems like the former, trailing after her until she finally stops in a quiet place to inspect him, sniffing his outstretched hand while her tail twitches absently back and forth behind her. he smells… odd. not like a normal human, certainly, but not like her witch smells, either.

its then that iovita arrives – likely trailing after lucrezia’s faint magical signature to see where their cat had ended up. delighted, she lifts her tail and chirps a little greeting, ears twitching when iovita ignores it in favor of eyeing shoto with unrestricted curiosity.

lucrezia peers between the two of them while the boy speaks. loni’s name had made her perk up, tasseled ears pricked and alert, but iovita is obviously still unsure, if not completely sideswiped by this information, brows pinching together. her gaze slides towards her witch, and they seem to have a silent conversation. lucrezia’s side of it, no doubt, goes somewhat along the lines of but he’s giving me chin scratches.

iovita sighs, gives her another dry look, and leans a shoulder against the nearest wall. “ a picture of me, hm? I hope it’s a good one, at least. I’m iovita. ”

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[nvrcmplt]

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ilysm sis you are just a gem in my life, one of the best beings i've met online and just a treasure to have in my heart at all times. so precious and strong, so caring and loving, just pure and beautiful in every meaning of the word. love you so so so so much xoxoxoxox

[azurescaled-archived]

@dcwnrisen: Nix vc: Belonging to someone sounds nice, but no I haven't. Don't even know what that feels like

"That's a shame. But I certainly wouldn't mind being your first mate."

[laplacemail]

Hi yes, good morning. What's a normal day entail for Lucien? Does Nox fold his socks or just keep them in the laundry basket? If he could make his own conditioner, would he? Does Lucien have a favorite flora? What do Lucien and Nox never leave their homes without? What's in their pockets?

Hihihihi!!! Gonna get thru these questions little by little and hopefully I will not end up with too long of a post. Thank you for these, by the way. You are an angel.

What's a normal day entail for Lucien?

I feel like that would depend on your concept of 'normal day'. If he is not off on a mission somewhere, then he is gathering intel for that same mission. His days will not differ much: it is a lot of looking over documents and strategies, a lot of either blending in or sticking to the shadows (preferably the latter). Other things during downtime includes mech maintenance, and checking in on Christine's status and probably performing some kind of back up on her. His 'normal days' revolve around fighting, and for him that is alright. The less he has to worry about things, the better. He's a surprisingly boring man with no hobbies to call his own. So you can think of him taking care of Iron Maiden (his mech) his hobby. It's his entire life. He spends most of his time inside anyway, studying on stratagems or reading files about his current/next mission.

Nox fold his socks or just keep them in the laundry basket?

He folds his socks and all of his clothes and puts them away with great discipline. He is a good boy. He is an older brother also, so I think these things just come naturally to him.

If he could make his own conditioner, would he?

Implying he doesn't already --- he lives in a post-apocalyptic world. Cue him chopping some aloe to use on his hair. That's probably why it looks so good.

Does Lucien have a favorite flora?

Yellow hibiscus. I guess the answer would be that it 'was' his favorite flower. Used to get a bouquet of them every time from his fiancé, who said Lucien brought him happiness--much like these flowers. Lucien cannot bear to look at them nowadays.

What do Lucien and Nox never leave their homes without?

For Lucien, it is Christine (think of it as a small drone/doll that acts as his assistant and companion/co-pilot for his mech) and the small flash plug that carries her casket/data that he keeps with him at all times. For Equinox, it is his sword.

What's in their pockets?

Nox carries candy, but not for himself. It's one of the things he will just hand out to you if you ask him for it, but it is hard since 1) You really don't think he'd carry this kind of stuff on him and 2) He does not tell you. He also carries basic weapon maintenance equipment.

For Lucien, it's not really his pockets but on his person -- a revolver, modified to look like it is vintage or antique while still keeping its usability and a small knife. Both if he needs to get in combat out of his mech and he needs some time to get to it - or simply deal with things out in the field. Has no personal belongings.

[zangyo]

@dcwnrisen​ said (inbox):

hands cup nanami's features, staring down into his gaze with a gentle smirk curving up the corners of his mouth. he likes how the sorcerer gets flustered whenever he compliments him, its very cute. not that he should ever say such aloud. but still, how can he not speak his thoughts with such beauty in his hand. ❝ ━ it often astounds me how beautiful you are....majestic, is morethe right word. i feel like the luckiest man alive.❞

     NANAMI HAD BEEN LOST in thought, gaze focused at nothing in particular when he felt the warmth of another’s palms upon his cheeks. It pulled him back into this moment, eyes quick to meet with Arsenio’s impossibly vibrant blues. Sometimes it was hard to look away from them, such being one of those many instances that Nanami found himself trapped within those ocean waters. ❝Ah, did you say something, Arsenio? It wasn’t my intention to ignore you.❞ It was just that he had a tendency to disappear into his own mind whenever it was quiet, a habit he hadn’t grown out of since he had been a young teen. It had certainly made for easier reading whenever he pulled out a book and made himself comfortable. However, rather than say anything in regards to that particular question, Arsenio said something else instead. ‘It often astounds me how beautiful you are.’ W-Who just said things like that out of the blue?! Arsenio, apparently. They could be just basking in the sun’s warm glow with nothing but the sashaying of grass and the singing of branches to fill the air, and Arsenio would still just blurt out whatever came to mind.

     He should be used to this.

     After all, Nanami had known the most insufferably random people. All of them just like Arsenio in how they said whatever it was that first came to mind without hesitation. Gojo and Haibara had been the main culprits, but Shoko and Geto hadn’t really been any different. They were just a different kind of ‘random’ from those two. He huffed, turning his gaze away now as if that would somehow hide the fact that he was, once again, left thoroughly embarrassed. Majestic… No one had called him that before. What was he even supposed to say to these compliments? Thank you? What did one even do when they were complimented anyway? Nanami was so humble that most of the time he just gave a polite bow of his head as that seemed to be the most neutral way to approach things, but wouldn’t work for a situation like this one. If anything, he would just wind up amusing Arsenio.

     This man…

     There was only one tactic that he could utilize, and thus, he was quick to do so. ❝You are one to talk, Arsenio,❞ he began, now turning gaze back to rest upon the other’s. ❝The way you hold yourself… I have always found it admirable. There is something altogether majestic about you as well.❞ His hands lifted, soon to rest upon Arsenio’s own. This was the kind of warmth that he had forgotten about over the years. This connection with someone else. ❝I’m glad that I decided to walk into your shop on a whim that day.❞ Because if he hadn’t…he would have never met this flower blossoming within the cold, hard concrete of this city.

[despairforme]

Nnoitra’s favorite places to go! - @pure-patissiere ‘s bakery. - @nvrcmplt​ ( sasaharu ) ‘s diner. - @dcwnrisen ( rankigu ) ‘s bar. - @servcd ‘s diner. - @nenramen ‘s ramen shop.

[aemiliiu-remade]

phoenix likes watching their woman fall apart at their touch -- hearing every noise she makes even when they fuck her like they hate her. although this time, the croc is using her like a toy, bouncing her up and down their cock, watching it disappear inside her over and over. ❝ ━ that's right, give it to me, my pretty girl. ❞ a groan vibrates on his tongue at the sight, a faint rumble in their chest as they pull her back down, settling in deep as her nails bite into their forearms. the fluttering and clenching of her sex around their cock makes a feral grin curl up the corners and one hand settles around her neck. thumb tips her features up, making her meet their gaze as they fuck back into her, keeping the same pace, ❝ ━ cum for me, em....❞

ask the novelist / always accepting.

--- Panting, gasping, DESPERATE squeaking -- it all ricocheted off the walls, resounding around them in a crescendo whilst she moved atop them. Soft curves of her breasts were bouncing with the motions of her hips and Emily's nails, hands currently wrapped around her lover's wrists, dug into their skin. The way they used her like a toy was such a sinfully DELICIOUS thing ; she couldn't contained the DELIGHTED pleasured sounds that erupted from her. " F-Feels so good, Ph..Phoenix! I'm...I'm so close! " Amber gaze connected with theirs and breath hitched under their hand, that touch fueling the intensity of her lust & adoration ; that feeling of ecstasy growing ever closer.

She was their PRETTY GIRL, oh god she was.

" I...Mmm!...I-I adore the way you fuck me, love..!! Always...so good! " Her fingers dared to glide upwards to encompass Nix's -- tightening their hold around her slender neck. There was a BOLDNESS to her stare now. The rolling of her hips quickened, that ache building ever so powerfully and the way they split her open -- it was all so much. Their sex life was certainly not boring, every round between them even better than the last & the deep love they held for each other SURGING whenever they even touched one another.

This was no different.

" Phoenix! " THICK waves tossed back in a wild display ; strands clinging to her sweaty forehead as her gaze broke from theirs momentarily, the power of her orgasm causing her to look heavenward ( eyes rolling back, plush lips parting ). Emily could feel her thighs QUAKING, her inner walls tightening around their hard cock whilst she emitted gasping moans. " Mmm...Nnghh...God... "

Her body sagged against Nix's, then. Chest - to - chest. Their breaths mingled. Their hazy, dazed eyes met once more.

OH, how she adored her beautiful croc.

" I love you. "

/ @dcwnrisen

[aemiliu-aa]

Phoenix can tell she's a little upset with them but she's just so cute that it's hard to take her serious. They do, of course. And they'll apologize for what they did later. But for right now, Phoenix kneels for her, clawed hands taking hold of her hips and tugging her forward. " Mon coeur, I love you." There's a hint of a smirk and they lean in, gently kissing her lips. Except a simple kiss turns into a hunger for the taste of her mouth and ah, who could blame the reptile for wanting to devour such sweetness.

ask the novelist / always accepting.

--- REMNANT irritation remained but it was all beginning to dissipate under their mere touch alone ; those clawed hands always managing to render her a simpering MESS, especially when partnered with the passion of Phoenix's kisses. As per the norm, they were almost aggressive with it --- but in the most WONDEROUS of ways. There was an adoration for the feral manner in which their lips moved against her own, Emily's whimpers resounding whilst she eagerly attempted to match their enthusiasm.

" Mmph...I'm still -- " Another crash of lips cut her off for a beat, Emily's breathing laboured upon breaking the contact again ; the gentle swell of her chest heaving, fingers clinging to scaled forearms. " N-Nix, I'm still upset with yo - Mmm... " OH, to hell with it! She would lecture them later, this was simply too good to pass up and the devilish reptile was all too aware of that. Dainty hand glided up their arm to furl into the length of their hair, tugging a little as each kiss grew more & more fervent. More, she craved MORE. There was always that driving need to be locked in this embrace with them, especially when opportunities were becoming a little rare during the day ( parenthood could do that ).

/ @dcwnrisen