#fcilure

[balsamina]

fcilure replied to your post: listen i know i made almost this exact same post...

usum guzamine is IMPORTANT and should not be silenced !!

PARTNERSHIP ENDED WITH ALL OTHER GUZMAS ON MY DASH

NOW @fcilure IS MY BOY

[shieldarchitect]

fcilure started following you

“I need you to look at my tablet... I think it has... bugs.”

[curiousobjecthead]

“You fucking well know why that happened.”

THE F WORD - ‘ fuck ’ sentence starter || accepting

“ 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 happened because you acted like an 𝕀𝔻𝕀𝕆𝕋 ! ”

His fist bangs on the wall at the end of his sentence, anger marked by the slight ｇｌｉｔｃｈｉｎｇ of his voice as it becomes louder.

“ You jumped through that motherfucking wormhole. You decided to listen to whatever 𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓫𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 she spilled, you decided to ignore my 𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 - ”

A scream of frustration comes from inside his headgear, muffled by the metal around it as he finally kicks a bottle, making it shatter against an opposite wall. His hands tighten in fists, his body tenses - but he slowly shakes his head, shoulders dropping. He had to control himself, to stay calm. Calm - stay calm. 

“ You came back injured. We were all worried sick. ”

                         “ I can’t do this Guzma. I can’t. ”

[balsamina]

fcilure replied to your post: fcilure replied to your post: listen i know i made...

Nothing says best bros like trying to punch god in the FACE

if love doesn’t exist, then why was he there to cushion my fall with his body after i was punted through multiple different dimensions by the world-devouring eldritch god we were trying to murder?

[shieldarchitect]

fcilure replied to your post: ☀

I'mon call guz’s eyes hues every chance i get ��

*rolls my hues*

[shieldarchitect]

☀

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

This question implies that I have one.

I will settle for one though.  The use of the word hues in place of eyes. I honestly don’t even know why that irks me so much but it does.  Every time I see it, I almost roll my hues out of my head???

[shieldarchitect]

@fcilure

[text dem abs] it’s a picture of a massive arcanine with a tiny bow tie

[balsamina]

Shelter

shelter protect them.

In the weeks that followed her return to Alola, her beasts seemed to have gone entirely silent. She ought to have taken this clarity of mind as a good thing, perhaps even as proof that she was every bit as well as she insisted she was, but, all the same, the absence of their sweet voices hardly felt like a grand victory. Instead, it hollowed her and beset her with an inexplicable misery: the thought that they, too, had at last forsaken her.

She could not shake this thought when it came– and when the singing did return, beckoning in whispers from the furthest reaches of her mind, she could not hope to ignore it again.

Though she knew better, to hear that song again, to feel their renewed presence in her veins, granted her a haunting sense of relief. She might have wept with the joy of it, had the sudden urgency in her not been the stronger emotion. Pure purpose, sweet certainty: she had to go, follow and find them… And she felt that she had, having strode out into the night, across the beach, and into the ocean, toward the fracture in the world she was sure she could see.

The water was past her waist and had swept away her shoes by the time he reached her. Any voiced protests he might have given fell on deaf ears, but a hand around her arm, holding her back, prompted a flicker of acknowledgement. Then came a self-pitying whine.

“Oh, no– No, let go of me– Please…” Again she pulled, and again she found herself unable to go forward. At this, she whirled around with sudden viciousness, and a sharp, vengeful tone emerged: “Unhand me at once, you–!”

Perhaps she recognized Guzma at that moment, because her eyes widened, taking him in– and then, words and strength failing her, she fell, sinking down into the lapping waves.