#rottedfigs

[hinamie]

your art fixes something in my soul.

im glad !!!! making it fixes something in mine <3

[osaumu]

⅋ @rottedfigs : megumi is writing "dazai stinks" on his notebook, surrounded by little daggers and that little 's' thing everyone used to draw u know what i mean.

and dazai is stood directly behind him, silently peering over his shoulder to watch him with creased brows, before he leans forward to snatch the pen out of his fingers and hold it hostage, moving swiftly to be sat next to him instead and spinning the notebook until it sits in front of him. one, two, three ... so on and so forth, dazai counts at least ten daggers, but he's ignoring the statement. for good measure, he draws his own little S with a flair, expertly executed next to megumi's first attempts, where the lines don't properly match up. “ you suck at drawing those. ”

[solrites]

@rottedfigs, MALACHI said: ❝ what are you thinking about? ❞

SOMETHING SOMETHING QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT THE ANSWER TO. regardless, winnie keeps absently chewing on a straw, raising her brow at him. offers him a smile with her too sharp teeth. "nothing good."

is it ever anything good and tender with winnie? not really. sometimes she looks at him and thinks about nox, who never understood emotions either. she doesn't want another nox. she bit off three of his fingers, eventually. but at least, in a way, it's comforting - malachi not offering her some sort of tenderness. it makes it easier for her not to think it's love.

"sometimes i wonder if i should eat you." she means that literally. no innuendo here. "i eat bad men. i'm still deciding if you're bad, sometimes. we'll have to see, yes? i will miss you, though. if i have to eat you."

[solrites]

@rottedfigs, malachi said: ❝ you are angry, and not without reason. ❞

"i don't need YOU to tell me that-- that whatever the fuck i'm feeling is justified or reasonable." the first four words she spat out could stand alone, she thinks - as much as tzipporah feels like a monster for thinking it. but sometimes, it all boils over. "you know what, enough. okay. enough, malachi. okay? you - you know something? you were created to fuck with us. there's us - there's me, zelda, and orpheus, and there's YOU. that's all. do you get that? you're our sibling, but you're not our brother. and the only reason you are here is because we were sure you'd fucking rat on us to THEM if we left you behind. you get that? so fuck you, and fuck you for thinking you know anything about how i'm feeling."

[memuntos]

can i start over ? please . - genya from david <3

david’s words were always a puzzle. one she adored putting together, piece by haphazardly shaped piece. he had a mind that constantly whirred and keeping up with its pace exhilarated herself despite how exhausting it could be. all in all, genya was wholly fascinated by her partner. she gazed at him in admiration as he spoke, his eyes fixed elsewhere, entirely in a world of his own. the warm afternoon sun snuck through the curtains and illuminated the soft features of his face and genya had half the mind to simply lean forward and kiss every sunlit spot. when he finally turned his attention back to her she smiled at him fondly. “ of course, my love. ”

she took a step closer to the grisha and cupped his face gently in her scarred palms. her thumb grazed over his cheekbone while her other hand brushed loose strands away from his face. in that moment, all was quiet. her voice came as a whisper only meant to be shared between just the two of them even though the room was otherwise empty expect for the tailor and fabrikator. “ take all the time you need. i will wait here a lifetime and more if it means hearing nothing but your voice. ” genya’s face morphed into a mask of seriousness before she added on. “ however, i must be completely honest with you, david. ” she paused for dramatic effect and in that short span of time her lips pulled up into a teasing grin. “ much of what you tell me often goes over my head. saints know i try to understand it all, i swear, i do try. ”

[ak4rin-moved]

megumi is going to give her a bunch of flowers; violets. he picked them himself.

give my muse an item, see how they react.

"oh, thank you fushiguro." she is surprised, the little bouquet tied with a pretty bow looks lovely - akari still makes a mental note to check if the first years have broken something and she has not been made aware of yet. "let's go find a vase so i can put them on my desk."

[ak4rin-moved]

"love your hair," she doesn't even bother beating around the bush, it never worked with these kids anyway ( perhaps why they were her favourites before their departure ... so to speak ) and something tells nitta that kirara would appreciate more a ounce of honesty than whatever small talk dumb topic. "you guys cleaned up this place so nice." now, if she wasn't absolutely traumatised by the last time her feet walked into a fight club, perhaps her tone would have been more cheerful about it. "i'm glad you still take care of each other," god knows how helpful it can be having someone to lean on in desperate times. "guess you're the monarch in here?"

STARTER , @rottedfigs

[solrites]

“ you’re good to me, you know. really good. “ - stiles to sol <3

"well, y-y-you're my friend. so. of course i am." a little hum, glowing fingertips held up close to the gash on his forehead, illuminating both of their faces in her dark kitchen. she had him perch up on the counter - which doesn't make sense, because solveig has to press up on her tiptoes to heal him properly. but that's okay. she never minds this. never minds when he comes stumbling in, injured or exhausted. or just to hang out with her. it's nice, having friends. it still makes her ANXIOUS, the worry of an ulterior motive still lingers in the back of her mind to the point of tears. but it's lessening with him, as time goes on. solveig thinks he's her best friend, if someone had to ask. she glances up at his face, raising a brow. "i don't understand how you get - get - get yourself in...into these situations. but - but at least you'll always have me. you-you gonna stay the night? y-you can. we ca-can have a sleepover. and i dunno if i - if i can fix concussions, so i think you should."