#forsxke

[ovaeginn]

                   his palm met the shattered that sat upon his                    helm, like a soldier of rome his scars provided                    proof of his power. though, this was not needed.                    DIO was more than capable of standing his                    ground; the ultimate being of flesh & cybernetics.                    his gait grew in tension, or, more precisely                    twisted e x c i t e m e n t.

                               ' MOON SLAYER. ' 

[hedoniistiiic-blog]

                    bomblyious symphony of the network  city mixed with the yowls of those changed to him now bellow does not quite hide the saudade resonating weakly within the hollows of chest where his heart has either stopped, cernuous in appearance. darkened gaze thrown over the sharp curve of a shoulder in greeting meets wiry shape, and a benison bestowed allows kaneki to think not of hunger, but conversation this time usually hesitated and appointed to his closest. undisturbed by her, he is free to do as he pleases with the silence in his head.

                   ❝ you like the silence too?

[brokenthroughthechains-blog]

     + forsxke

                "You sure you wanna head out that way?                  There's this neat bell tower back the way                  I came, and I'm sure it's a lot better than                  just a bunch of sand.."

[seriaduxarchived-blog]

" i don't want you to leave. " --gxthamprince.

'stay with me' sentence starters | ACCEPTING

                  ( a mildly quiet murmur came from rosy tiers as half                    lidded teal hues glanced over towards the other. she                    was half asleep as it was, but she couldn’t help it.

                    it was 6:43 AM. he had already hit the snooze on her                    three times this morning. maybe having the clock on                    his side of the bed wasn’t the brightest idea. but she’d                    live with it. not like she could move it, anyway. )

                      ❛ jaybird, i have to. i’ll be back in a week, tops.

                  ( a hand moved to rest against the side of his countenance                    as digits moved along his jaw. teal hues drinking in his                    expression before lips would press to his. )

                       ❛ just watch over kai. keep him out of trouble.                         just greet me with open arms when i return,                          mm?

                 ( maybe laying in bed with him for another ten minutes                   wouldn’t hurt. )

[otobaibitch-blog]

forsxke replied to your post: IF YOU’RE A DISNEY FAN AND YOU HAVEN’T...

( whaaaaaaaaaat was that omfg— )

disney dudez omg

[winkchain-archive-blog]

&& meme: give my muse an item and see how they react!

            touch is often connected with negative results, or an envy               that cannot be fought off within a world of ruin.                                                  he learned its dangers early on.

                      but fingertips reside not upon faux flesh, but within the threads                     of a chestnut crown ( it draws his confusion nonetheless ). she                           goes about this task, whatever it may be, with a fairly optimistic                          grin upon eager features.

            until hands draw back with a satisfied clap!                                         ‘ ——————there! ‘

                              curiously do his own digits rise to locate the change,                         coming to rest upon a silken material, tied about several                               of his own tresses in a small bow.

                    pools of blue ripple & shift, drawing back to her;                            and to a brilliantly lit smile.

                                                        ‘ oh… thank you.                                                   but—— what’s it for? ‘

▉▉▉♀ —

        Minako had been known to invade personal space, really. She was a one-track mind kind of person and when she got her heart set on something she was going to go through with it until it happened. The idea to put a bow in his hair had been an idea that came to her on a whim, but she found it so brilliant she just had to do it.

         She wanted to see if he'd maybe smile. Or see if he'd laugh.

         See if he'd do anything other than carry that sullen look. She knew there was a story behind it, but if it was something in his past then it could stay there. She was just set on making him smile in the now.

         Her hands clasped together and she bounces just slightly up on her toes. Her eyes showing the sparkle of excitement and satisfaction. The bow looked rather ridiculous but she can't help but think that it looked rather adorable too.

        ❝ It's a gift! Ahh -- do you like it? It looks so great on you!! ❞