#sitariisms

[mooncrystalsglow-blog]

;; your portrayal is amazing!! if anyone has a problem with it, they can fuck off bc you're an amazing serah!!

{{Thank you so much <3 This really means a lot to hear you say that}}

[zhishii-blog]

@sitariisms || continued from ✘ !

the child sniffles and stands, brushing off his pants and rubs at his eyes to brush away his tears. he shoots a glance at his mentor and tilts his head before gives a short sob and totters over to Bookman, clinging to him and burying his face in the soft fabric of his clothes.

he doesn’t say anything, simply nods and leans back so he can rub at his face. his hands are dirty from the ground, but he doesn’t care much. there isn’t much room for Emyd to care. he looks up at him before reaching up and opening and closing his palms and making a small whimpering noise.

“ up, papa, up…! ”

     a gently moving hand comes to rest upon the top of the child’s head, his eyes down on the boy, currently neck-deep in his own thoughts of his apprentice. he easily breaks from the silent aspect of such musings however && a soft sigh is given once the infant demands being held. 

     papa. 

     only needing to crouch slightly, he bends at his knees, again touching the top of Emyd’s head before he opens his arms. he has become quite used to carrying the child, as he often wanted to be held. for a very brief moment, the man ponders what it will be like when he no longer has to do such things for the little one.

     ❝ i am not your papa, Emyd, ❞ he says quietly, shaking his head just a little. && then, once his arms are safely as well as firmly situated around the child, Bookman stands, holding his pupil against the right side of his chest. ❝ you shouldn’t call me such things. haven’t i told you this before, baobei? ❞

[memoryiisms-blog]

|| » ♥ babe

shaking hands are shoved before he swallows hard and steps up to the redhead, being completely silent at first. his eyes scan over his form, taking in the beauty of his partner’s figure. Demyx gives a soft laugh before stepping closer and wrapping his arms around the taller male’s waist, nuzzling against him and taking in a scent he had come to love.

“ h-hey, darlin’… Ha…Happy Valentine’s Day. ”  he holds his breath for a moment before letting go and exhaling slowly. trying to hide the shakiness by clearing his throat.  “ i – um – got something for you… i-it’s not much, but… ”

pulling him down, he presses kiss after kiss to the Axel’s lips while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box of chocolates and fox plush before slipping them into the redhead’s hands. after pausing with his kisses, he slips his hands through red locks and smiles before pulling away and covering his face with his hands.

“ i-i love you… ”

he’s not sure why his beloved is so flustered ---- well.. he kind of is. but he doesn’t want Demyx to be upset. he nearly just pulls the little shit in close for a tight hug, but then he’s ushered downwards, swept into a kiss. returning each one as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. 

he loves his boyfriend -- more than he could ever quite describe. and he always will. 

at the feeling of something being handed to him, Axel’s eyes open again and he glances down, only for Demyx to pull away now. momentarily, the redhead stares at the gift, his face becoming hot. “ Dem. . . ” 

with one hand, he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, looking off to the side. “ i. . . babe, i love you, too. ” 

he murmurs a quiet c’mere before stepping back towards the Nocturne, wrapping both arms tightly around him. “ i love you so much. ”

[unoraptormon]

demyx you know the dumb one that keeps getting into trouble the one who likes male?

“If you speak of Cherish’s brother, then the answer is no,” the scarred woman responded, “If you speak of the one who squeaks like a fox, then the answer is simply ‘I don’t know’.”

[memoryiisms-blog]

➜ he's already gathered the hair ties so now it's time for him to go to work. and kiss at Axel's neck while he's at it --

“ mm. . ” 

the soft groan escapes him as he leans into the Nocturne, a low and constant purr starting to rise out of him as the touch and treatment continues on. 

[memoryiisms-blog]

he's been concerned about him. noticed the way he's been acting. and honestly, it's worried the small Nocturne so he's just going to crawl into the redhead's lap and press their foreheads together before gently taking Axel's face in his hands and pressing a kiss to his nose. " you... don't have to pretend anymore, Axel... it's okay... "

caught staring off again. how many times does that make this? how many times does it make it without being caught? he’s not sure. running from problems instead of facing them head-on seemed to be his strategy often, nowadays at least. 

he feels pretty shitty, now that Demyx has seen, has figured it out, has made a statement on it. at first, the redhead simply grins, kissing the Nocturne’s nose in response. 

“ pretend what? who’s pretending, you dummy? ”

[seekerofstarlight-blog]

Problem?

@sitariisms

Ephemera wasn’t sure what year this was. Or what world this was. Or what dimension this was. That was the problem with magic, unpredictability was a major component of it. What he did know was that there were heartless-- a lot of them-- and a poor guy about his age being chased by them. He also knew that said heartless found said man uninteresting the moment a keyblade wielder showed up, forcing Ephemera to hightail it, grabbing the mulleted man on the way. Just because the heartless found him more interesting didn’t mean that the blonde was safe. “This way!”