#literani

[deerheir]

literani replied to your post: me typing up a response to max’s n.sfw ask:...

Gina about to write her first lewd, colorized

bold of you to assume it’s my first.

[bulmx]

literani replied to your post: ‘ ohhh shit, what is that? who you fightin’? ’ (...

“/Do/ you? Because from where I’m standing you’re flailing like a fish out of water!”

            ❛   HEY !   At least I’m trying to kill the spider !   What are you doing then , Mr. Prince of all Saiyans ?  ❜   She turned ,   fly swatter in hand ,   sticking her tongue out at her husband .

[iuncta]

@literani replied to your post: hey ichigo it was your birthday a few days ago BUT...

Cue the puppy eyes and pout. Her feelings are “hurt” !

“Don’t... do that.” He knows you’re lying. Don’t be like this.

[bulmx]

‘ ohhh shit, what is that? who you fightin’? ’ ( vegeta HHXJSH )

            ❛   THIS   BIG   ASS   SPIDER   ON   THE   WALL .   He’s gonna fuckin’   GET IT .   I got this one ! ❜

[joenouchi]

@literani     ::             meme             ::       accepting! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ( Kaiba @ jou THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTIIIING )

HE’S  NOT  EXPECTING  THE  VIOLENT  RETALIATION.   for  all  his  talk,   he’s  yet  to  actually  make  the  guy  mad  enough.   looks  like  he  finally  hit  a  nerve ;   note  to  self,   don’t  bring  up  YUU━━ er,   atem━━   in  your  daily  argument.   weren’t  the  first  time  he’d  been  in  physical  confrontation,   and  it  definitely  wasn’t  going  to  be  the  last,  but  he  weren’t  ready  for  it  this  time.  caught  off-guard,   he  momentarily  falters  under  the  other’s  hardened  gaze,   grunting  in  pain  as  his  back  forcibly  collides  against  the  concrete  wall.   ❝   What  the  hell  was  that  for  ?!   you  lookin’  to  fight  me,   rich  boy  ?   i’ll  take  ya  on  !     ❞

[nobleduty]

“i show the world a face not made by god.” ( EL VC )

punisher max.  accepting.

@literani.

     the air smells of orange and sugar, and the skies overhead are filled with wispy clouds tinged with pink and sepia. the evening approaches them quickly; scheduling meetings between the two of them, grand emperor and prime minister, was already hard enough —- but add the slowly shrinking hours of the day as the seasons inevitably shift from long days to shorter ones, and that makes things even harder. he’d come up to her quarters after supper for tea and a brief discussion about whispers of discomfort from some noble houses. but, admittedly, it was mostly for the tea.

     he’d brought some fresh bergamont, picked up off the pier just this morning. edelgard’s favourite, as he’s so learned.

     as she voices her frustrations, he brings the cup to his lips and drinks. a gentle sip, enough to warm his throat.          ❝  —there are some people who are not ready for that, despite all that you have accomplished. who are not ready for you. there will always be people that reject you and our cause, edelgard. no matter the face you show, it will not be enough to please every soul. i expect that you know this.  ❞           the emperor watches him with that hawk-like stare of hers, waiting for him to continue. her gaze quips and…? and so he’s prompted to go on, setting the cup back down on its saucer with a quiet clink and a steady, unwavering hand.

                 ❝  you may show the world a face not made by god, but you must also show the world that you are more capable, more reliable, and more trustworthy than the god you intend to replace. in many ways, you must become their new god.  ❞

     it is his duty to help guide her and aide her on her path —- to set the stage for their new world, a place of unification and equality. it is his duty to provide his emperor with the best and strongest advice he can muster, and he takes his duties very seriously. he is ferdinand von aegir after all, the noblest of nobles, a man valued for his earnest, unguarded honesty. and he will smile into the rim of his teacup as he picks it up once more, noting the beginnings of displeasure in her eyes at his remarks.  ( he may be tasked with giving his advice, but he doesn’t always have to give advice that she likes. )  ferdinand muses softly around the cup, a quip to lighten the mood.

                ❝  — you certainly have the hair for it.  ❞

[iuncta]

“ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go our way. ” ( el @ dimi :c )

some ask meme

The world was full of monsters, and he was the worst of them. He raged against the system, against the atrocities, against her– but where had that gotten him? Alone, bled dry, worse than when he had begun as he had ripped his own humanity out for a beast did not need such things. Humanity served no purpose when hunting the things that went bump in the night, had no place in an undeserving heart. Dimitri had killed himself surely, certainly, and in doing so he understood.

From one monster to another he understood, and no matter how voices shrieked with that understanding came something… human. Salvaged from fractious pieces, from broken parts, from unholy beast who had coated himself in gore and blood, wearing it as a grim sort of armour as he had hunted her down. He was not alive, but he was not dead; was not human, but something in him was even yet. Dimitri wished for a better world, to atone, and he understands now.

Murder– revenge– was not the answer.

When he looks at Edelgard, this sister of his, he sees himself as much as he sees the tyrant she has become. They are the same, they wish for the same, but they are so very different despite it. It draws aching sigh from him at those words, lance clutched in strong grip, wounded sound escaping.

“The world is cruel, El.” Somber resignation, lone eye affixing her with such vast sorrow. Even yet voices wail and demand her head, demand their retribution, headache twisting within his skull as he ignores them because perhaps he is not better than that but… but he wants to be. He hopes one day he might be. “But it is also beautiful, and kind, and full of love even if people like us… we do not deserve it, I suppose.” After what they had done? All they had wrought? They were not good people, monsters of the worst sort, and yet–

“So allow me to love you with this wretched heart, and together we might yet find a means to help this land and our people without this needless slaughter.” And so he reached, gloved hand offered as the dead raged against him violently. “Sister,” he sighs with broken urgency, face twisting in such open grief as she knelt before him wallowing in her loss. “There is no victory in your dying and I– do not make me kill you, I beg of you. Stand at my side, help me give the people the strength they need to prosper and… perhaps, together, we might leave this world better than we found it.”

Hope in his heart, the ugly mess that it was, he could only pray to a Goddess he did not earnestly believe in.

[joenouchi]

❛   let’s go  ,   you fucked up son of a bitch  .  ❜

❝  yeah  now  that’s  more  like━━━ ❞

❝  HEY  !!  now  you’re  asking  for  a  knuckle sandwich,   made  just  for  you !  don’t  think  you  can  go  and  ignore  me,  kaiba  !  get  back  here  right  now,  this  conversation  ain’t  over  !   ❞