#martyrssiah

[molliaregna]

@martyrssiah

A stare. In it’s own way, it was enough to tell this man that his life would end at his hands. Regardless of who they were, Julius Belkisk Harwey would be the last opponent this man would ever face. “ Uryuu Ryuunosuke.” Words said with such little malice, but were instead meant to be almost a calling card, a black spot.

“How has a mess such as yourself made it this far?” 

[ajisaiko]

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“i got really scared today,” they admit through gritted teeth. “i thought i saw her again. i’m really happy...this is my home now. i’m sorry i don’t say that more often. but, i mean it.” if aoko’s tone isn’t enough to prove it, perhaps their tears are. they flood against ryu’s chest. leaving his shirt to soak in all the salty tears. something they’d apologize for profusely later.

hands tattered from working on countless bouquets rub circles against ryu’s back. they hope, despite all the tears && cuts, he feels every drop of their gratefulness. 

[ikarihane-blog]

❝ I’ll let you lick the spoon. ❞

      He is absolutely wagging his metaphorical tail.  There is a stretching of wings, flutter and tuck.  They hardly fit in the kitchen as it is.  “ Oh, yes pls!  It smells amazing, Ryuu-kun! “  Currently leaning over his Master’s shoulder, chin propped against him.  Once the aforementioned spoon is offered to him, tongue snakes against the batter with a keen noise. 

    “ yum! “ 

[shieldofsteel-blog]

[♠] A ghost in a borrowed guise: that is to say – the Pied Piper of Hamelin. He has no heart to call his own, just scattered memories and a body that's 'on loan' from the dead – his eyes are his own, a stark green where once sat near-black, and that at least is something. A clearing of the throat, the Assassin peering at the youth who bothered to stay near him. [♠] "Master, do you have a fondness for rodents? I can't understand why they're kept as pets now." (( Piper Ryuu by popular demand! ))

“R-Rodents?”

Mitsue, as usual, figures spacing out was a good idea. He hasn’t been paying attention to the world around him, it’s a miracle he didn’t trip over anything and land flat on his face. Pale purple eyes blink back at those green ones, they’re brighter than he would’ve imagined an Assassin’s would be. He’s so used to the masks and secrecy that others – Cursed Arm especially – wear, that seeing a face is slightly comforting. There’s at least something to look at when talking.

“… No, I don’t keep any as pets, but I do find mice kind of cute.” His answer is honest, he smiles afterwards. Icebreakers are hard, definitely hard.

[dcbutsu-blog]

     --- @martyrssiah

   The subtle smell of jasmine tea hides under the smell of incense, the count enjoying a poisonously sweet cake from a nearby bakery. The shop was open, but he seems to be hiding away from the back. He’s in his little cove hidden behind curtains, and countless people with very odd qualities,

    Relaxed, the count feels free from his tireless work of helping humans understand animals, and this is his chance to take his time in enjoying some of the few things he loves. Happily enjoying his sweet snacks, he closes his eyes and zones out the chatter around him. He would continue to enjoy his time, but his work technically isn’t over for the day.

[straydogstrutrp-blog]

Hi I'm Matt & I'd like to reserve Hans Christian Andersen! My Twitter is hortensied & the date of the reservation is 12/7/17. (I hope y'all have a great day, & thank you for opening this up!)

Hans Christian Andersen has been reserved for you! Thanks!

— Paz.