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[beatgod]

@solar-pxwered​    ★   narancia!

        ❝ So how’s that headband work, anyway?  --You’ve got hair pokin’ out all over! ❞

[coollyinterferes]

@solar-pxwered​ from here

The soft yet unexpected patting on his shoulder caught him by surprise, making the blond jump a little on his seat and causing him to sit up straight in one swift motion. He hadn’t been expecting to be heard, really, let alone getting any kind of responses in return.

“Ahh, Mister Joestar!” Cue nervous laughter. “You nearly scared the ‘ell outta me...” There was a red mark where his face violently met the desk but hopefully it wasn’t too prominent.

[tigrestriped]

@solar-pxwered said: Narancia, after losing a spar with Mista: 😨😨😨😨😨😨

and they never sparred again...

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@solar-pxwered said: Please hook me up with some Fugo action!

prompt tag starter call — currently open.

for all the grief he gives narancia, fugo genuinely does cherish spending time with him, on or off missions. regardless, spending time together most often manifests in the form of having casual conversations over food, as is the case right now.

he’d expected to discuss the results of narancia’s latest guard assignment or any plans for the weekend. when the subject moved onto trish, he couldn’t say he hadn’t expected to discuss her either.

fugo missed so much when he stayed behind in venice. months worth of playing catch-up once he reunited with the gang involved a number of shocking truths, but one that hadn’t surprised him was learning narancia and trish were dating.

considering the reason narancia decided to turn against passione all that time ago, fugo might as well have guessed it would happen sooner or later.

not to say that he isn’t supportive. evidence of this is fugo knowing by know if narancia’s involving him, the other must’ve already tried his hand at solving the problem, to no avail.

“  so you’re having relationship problems? all couples do, every now and then. what seems to be the issue?  ”

[lumitrsa]

@solar-pxwered​​

The touch on his shoulder is unexpected, resulting in his already tight throat constricting in alarm, the quiet sobs he'd been releasing cutting off into a garbled mix of anguish and shock. He whipped his head around to distinguish who exactly had been so unfortunate to find him in such a state.

         He didn't want anyone to worry, which is why he always came to this place away from the rest, out in the woods where she had loved to be.

         "Mikasa..." he said her name as if he didn't truly fathom who he was seeing, but then he blinked hard and gave her a weak little smile, "Of course you would be the one who could track me down to this place."

         He swallowed the loneliness he had been feeling, Mikasa's presence bringing him back to the realization that he still had family, still had people worth fighting for and remaining for.

         "I was just...remembering, y'know?"

she  knows  the  pain  of  losing  something  dear.    it  had  happened  time  and  time  again.    no  matter  how  hard  they  fought,    they  couldn’t  save  everyone.    for  awhile  mikasa  has  shielded  her  heart,    focused  on  caring  for  the  only  few  who  she  gave  a  damn  about.    along  the  way,    they  had  all  found  their  way  passed  that  barrier,    and  now  …  sasha  was  gone.    it  weighed  heavy  on  her  heart,    so  she  knows.    she  understands  how  connie  feels.    he’d  also  lost  his  family  too.    it  was  war,    but  the  losses  still  carved  away  at  them.   if  anyone  could  understand  his  struggle,    it  was  her.

so  she’d  made  the  decision  to  follow  him.    back  in  the  day,    she  wouldn’t  have  been  the  best  one  to  offer  her  support,    but  these  days,   it  felt  like  all  she  could  do  to  help  her  comrades.    keeping  them  alive,   even  with  her  skills,    felt  like  a  helpless  venture  that  was  beginning  to  weigh  down  on  her  more  and  more.

‘    yeah  …    ’    she  takes  a  seat  beside  him,    feeling  the  soft  grass  through  her  fingers.    of  course  he  was  out  here,    of  all  places.    she  feels  a  knot  in  her  chest,    and  the  lump  lodged  into  her  throat.    ‘    it’s  important  to  remember.    if  we  keep  those  we’ve  lost  in  our  memories,    they’re  still  with  us.    it  keeps  us  fighting.    ’ 

[remnanthideout]

Unprompted Asks || ALWAYS Accepting

@solar-pxwered​ sent:  "So, let me ask you something...your creed? This isn't another White Fang situation you're trying to start here, is it?"

The White Fang... this was a group that she had heard of, but then there weren’t many in Remnant that hadn’t. There were many in the slums of Mantle that backed their ideals and she and her huntresses had certainly come across them in the past. She certainly agreed with the core belief of equality, but she had never agreed with the way they had gone about it.

Giving the young man a smile, Robyn shook her head. “No. Our group doesn’t believe in the use of violence unless it’s absolutely necessary. If we could accomplish our goals entirely without it, I’d be all for that. We just want the fair and equal treatment of everyone, human or faunus. That’s what we fight for... Sometimes it does result in our needing to fight, but we try to be smarter than that.”

Leaning across the table, Robyn sized up her unexpected companion. “Why? You lookin’ to try and join up? Contrary to popular belief, we’ll take all the help we can get, not just huntresses.”

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“You just stay out of this.”

❛  did i hear you correctly, dear?  ❜

[hopingforjustice]

@solar-pxwered said: Choose a partner to do each others' portraits, their teacher had said as if it was no big deal. But it WAS a big deal! No way was his perfect face going to be subjected to the stick figure level of talent of someone such as Okuyasu or Hazamada! This was his best choice, and even Reimi's dedication wasn't up to snuff... He swore he had more artistic talent in his pinky than the whole class combined. ❝ Reimi, we’re partnering up, grab your supplies. ❞ (Rohan for that art class AU we discussed!) unprompted ask  /  always accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ The teacher's words were like a spark starting a fire, a cheerful mess that only good old-fashioned pairwork could cause. Since the choice was free, people turned to their friends with enthusiastic voices, it was no different with her. Any proposal would make Reimi happy, but doing another person's portrait would be so fun! The class had some pretty faces that could provide them with masterpieces... And the best of them all approached her right away, a disgruntled tone as a preview of the hard time that was yet to come. ❝ When you ask so nicely, what other choice do I have? ❞ She said after a while, turning on the seat to look at Rohan — a playful tease seemed the best way to deal with his sourness. Truth be told, she couldn't quite understand his dissatisfaction. Anything he drew would be more than enough, a straight A and plenty of praise were already guaranteed. A suitable partner, on the other hand... It wasn't necessary to know him intimately to notice that the choice was the result of an eliminatory process in search of the least mediocre student, something not so flattering for sure. It hurt her pride a little bit, luckily not to the point of ruining her excitement about the good results she could get here. Better to focus on artistic performance, or things would go off the rails.

ㅤ ㅤ But could she expect anything different after all? If Rohan were a little more approachable, some classmates desperate to escape failure would throw themselves at his feet — begging for the unexpected opportunity to please the teacher with acceptable schoolwork. Just being his partner would guarantee a generous grade this semester, if she managed to survive the torturous process. Such a perfectionist, he wouldn't stop pestering her until her stroke could do justice to his handsomeness (never, she already knew, not even da Vinci could measure up to his high standards). With these discouraging thoughts swirling around inside her head, she began to organize the drawing material with barely concealed dismay. ❝ I imagine you already have some incredible ideas for us... ❞ More guidelines to follow than possibilities to explore, she supposed. Reimi had no problem dealing with strict rules, as long as they were discussed in advance. After a pause she glanced up at him, an eyebrow raising subtly. ❝ But first of all, how good is your mood today? I want to make sure what I’m getting myself into. ❞ Because hearing him complain about how painful it was to be a demigod walking amongst mere mortals wasn't in the plans.