#divineveena

[calamitouscyan]

One slender hand reached out, silently catching the god of calamity's sleeve. Gazing at the other now with a mixed sullen expression painted upon those pale, brooding, features, slender brows furrowing slightly. Not finding the words to break that very hush that fell between them.

　He was blinking in surprise the very moment his eyes caught sight of the troubled goddess, delicate fingers tugging at his attention whine her unreadable gaze flashed discomfort. As if she probably wasn't even sure how to explain herself, or so he made a wild guess. She'd always been the proud kind, and this approach was far from usual; he'd sometimes felt the impulse to take unexplained actions more than once, too.

　But he was just as prideful, and his normalcy was to tease her into something more comfortable for both, so he cleared his throat and finally spoke.

　　❝ You, uh… Got something on your mind? If you're here to yell at me, I'll have ya know I haven't done anything yet!!❞  He didn't pull away, even though he claimed to feel threatened. ❝ I've been too busy being a God of Fortune to be crashing at your manor anyway.❞  That was a lie. He’d been around there anyway.

[retentionsx]

divineveena started following you

♔– “Bishamon...” his voice is low. He’s not sure where she came from... he’s not sure why she’s here. But he’s nervous, on guard. Yato keeps his hands in his sweat suit, circling the Goddess before him.

“You’re not gonna try to kill me again... are you?”

[blessedbisha-blog]

💔

🌺𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣𝕤 || 📿 || 𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣: @divineveena​ || 🌺 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

Send me 💔to have a conversation with a deceased character from my muse’s past.

      “𝓛ady Bishamon!” For the first time in a long time, the soft grey eyes of Veena’s long lost Shinki closed a her lips turned up into a warm smile. She stood out from the rest of the decaying figures, their eyes black and lifeless. But Touma took a step forward, her colors bright and vivid compared to those areound her. “I’ve missed you!” To say the least, the scenario was probably quite startling for Veena, those normal horrible nightmares giving way to one of her long lost Shinki actually speaking to her. 

[hekigankiseki]

Three-way thread w/ @calamitouscyan & @divineveena

                         When a chance for a much-needed reprieve arises, you can always bet on Minato to take an advantage of it-- today was no exception. No missions to be taken care of; no Shadows to keep at bay from the public; no battles to be fought for the sake of humanity. The fact that it was a beautiful Spring day made it all the better-- for a day like this meant the perfect nap under the shade of a mature tree.

                        Hence, with his body weight leaning on the trunk the embrace of dreams easily took hold of the Persona-user. A slight raise of his chest, followed by a gentle fall with a small exhale. This was the best nap he’s had in a long while, and for sure any means of interruption would equal a rather harsh reaction.

[misanthropic-winter-blog]

@calamitouscyan @divineveena I take a 3 day vacation and you light the fandom on fire..... I can't take you two anywhere....

[ancientcalamity]

@divineveena

♚ ||  

      “HAVE YOU EVER TAKEN CARE OF A PRESCHOOLER? NO? 

I HAVE. 

                   GUESS WHAT?

                                                  IT AIN’T EASY.”

[wrathful-spark]

Impatience and Love // divineveena

@divineveena

They lay in the Goddess’ bed as they do every night, Kotetsu’s arms tightly entertwined around the other’s lithe waist. Their breathing so soft, neary matching each other’s pace. Sleep escapes them some nights, but the other is always there to comfort the other. Their reassuring touches and soft whispers enough to send the other into the deep slumber they had been thrust out of by horrible memories of a time long ago.

150 years had passed since the horrific death of Tsuchi. 60 Years since Kotetsu killed Takemikazuchi with his bare hands and his immediate excommunication was issued days later for the heinous crimes he commited. 600 years since Kotetsu fell in love with the woman he was now cradling so closely. And yet, after everything they had been through, the heartbreak and revenge she had witnessed him go through had not brought them any closer together than they were when he had met her all those years ago. 

He closed his eyes, thinking back on all the past events, everything that led him to this fateful day. The raven haired man sighed deeply before rubbing her hand gently to wake her up. 

“Bisha....” He whispered quietly. “We need to talk”

It wasn’t the greatest time, especially considering it was 11pm and everyone was just getting to sleep, but also because neither of them enjoyed being woken up unless it was important, so hopefully she took him seriously.

[ancientcalamity]

Why won’t It Die?!

Continued from  ♛ @divineveena

       ♚ ||     He sighs but accepts it, catching the direction the medium sized phantom went and hops up unto a building, resting Sekki against his shoulder while one of his hands stays inside his pocket. 

His ponytail flew behind him as he looks side to side to the ground as he traverses from rooftop to rooftop. 

Yato's eyes close then open, aglow with his godly enhancements, head turning to look for that notable trail of negativity...

                                                      And THERE it was. 

Gotcha, ya dirty bastard.

        "Over there,"

Yato looks over his shoulder, calling out to the female that tagged with him.