#soulsballad

[diaboelic]

“   oh,  come  now. you  still  don't  trust  me?   ”   there's  a  flicker  of  hurt  behind  his  stare,  swiftly  masked  with  an  eyeroll. he  had  kept  his  distance  since  the  attempt. in  hindsight,  it  had  been  a  silly  mistake,  foolish  of  him  to  think  he  wouldn't  be  caught,  fangs  laid  bare  for  their  entire  camp  to  see. fortunately,  only  he and @soulsballad  had  been  awake. vampire  spawn  has  to  eat,  and  animal  was  becoming  particularly  monotonous  when  such  delicacies  were  within  his reach. no,  no,  stop  thinking  about  your  delicious  companions. “   that  was  a  one  time  thing. shan't  happen  again,  i  swear  it. cross  my  undead  heart  and  all. ”

[deathfavor]

@soulsballad said: “Oh no… it said teaspoon, not tablespoon.” ( from ran, for izana! )

Give Izana a list of names of people to ruin and he could have it done in a few hours max. Give him a situation where he needed to make the police dance like marionettes for him and it would be done with all the ease of someone who held the title of King. Give Izana a recipe book...and evidentially it wouldn't help anything. Izana stares blankly at Ran and then the mixing bowl.

" . . . How badly do you think that's going to effect it? " Izana muses, peering down into the mess of ingredient

There's no easy way to fix THAT much vanilla extract as far as Izana knew. It wasn't like flour or sugar where you could potentially scoop it back up. Nope! The vanilla had already started to seep into all the other ingredients and ensure it would not be taken out of the equation unless they wanted to start the whole process over. Which probably wasn't very likely. But really, they shouldn't have been left to be the ones baking as it was.

" Do you want to start over or just keep going? " Izana squints at the bowl for a moment. " Maybe if we add more flour and chocolate chips it'll turn out fine?

Izana is silent for a few moments.

" If we continue though, I vote we make Shion try one first. " Just in case.

[fighterbound]

Heated Hot Springs for sasuke and sakura !!

Sasuke sinks into the hot water with a rare sigh. One of the few perks of traveling with his family during their yearly holiday trip is this. Private hot springs. His mother's unrefusable request when putting together the trip. It's a responsibility Sasuke would never want, from what he hears it's worse than putting his father's campaign together.

Uchihas from all over the world coming together as a clan and facilitating good relations with each other. His father's words, which Sasuke knows he got from his mother. She's the word smith.

The other perk is that it's completely paid for, Sakura and himself don't have to buy anything. A free vacation, but it's saddled with family politics and drama. Along with having to spend time with his father disapproving glare. Sometimes it doesn't feel like they're getting a good deal out of this. They make the most of it though. Laugh about shit when they're in their room and when they get home. Plus some of his cousins aren't too terrible either, like Shisui and Obito.

Hearing the door to their private hot spring open, Sasuke lifts his head. There's no shame in him as he watches Sakura approach. Nor is it there in the way his eyes travel along her figure, appreciating the sight. Enough so his gaze grows heated with desire. When he meets her jade eyes, he pushes himself off the rock he was leaning against. Moving towards her with intentions of getting his hands and mouth on her.

At least that's the plan until a voice cuts through every heated thought he had about his girlfriend.

"Sasuke honey, Sakura darling." His mother calls over the divider between them. " Please remember Fugaku and myself are right next to you two."

Send ‘Heated Hot Springs’ For the sending muse to find the receiving muse bathing in a hot spring nude. / @soulsballad

[sociieties]

@soulsballad: aimi walks in and is about to tell shuji, but ran follows suit and easily wraps his arm around her head, his large palm clamping over her mouth. he wants to tell this story. " you might want to make an appointment with the doctors office, long neck. you're apparently still growing, " reluctantly, he lets the smaller woman go, ignoring the way she tuts in annoyance and storms off to sit down. " rindo's also apparently an alcoholic, but you know, details. one of that hanagaki takemichi's friends has been stalking us for info, and for some weird fucking reason he's learned that you're still growing. " concerning, really. " i give you another three years and you'll get moved into the zoo to live with the giraffes. "

the fact that any of this is happening not even five minutes after he’d woken up means that it’s happening far too soon. if not that aimi left alone and came back with those fucking idiot twins, then the fact that ran’s already annoyed aimi but trying to shut her up via suffocation or some shit. annoying bastard never knows when to stop, like when he carries on to tell him about himself and shuji only chooses to sit up as rindo shoves past his twin to get inside. “ what the fuck are you talking about, you creep? ” it’s more or less all he can bother asking, more so lost on how this was information ran could get his hands on, but the bastard proceeds to explain that it’s something someone else found out and he’s left with more questions. quiet for a moment, his attention turns towards rindo, who only shrugs, annoyed over something he doesn’t feel like pinning, then his full attention moves back to ran. “ and how the fuck would he know that? ” shifting, shuji finally forces himself upright, staring for a moment later before he turns to aimi, shit eating grin in tow. “ if that’s true, then aimi-chan might finally ditch your brother for me. ”

[kyukicho]

@soulsballad asked: " mikey, " emma's soothing voice comes as she rests her hand on her brother's shoulder, looking over at him, almost sadly. " i'll miss you when you go, but santa needs his elves for christmas. " a short joke. yes. a short joke. " i'll see you after christmas. bring me something nice back from the north pole. "

Oh they were starting shit, were they? Two can play at this game. "I'll miss you too sis!" Mikey chirped. "Just got to get Kenchin's present before I leave. Santa said he's been real good so he's getting your diary for Christmas!" Bolting he took off towards her room to run and steal said item before she could catch up with him!

[deathfavor]

@soulsballad said: bai yi: earl, if i asked you for an orange would you peel it for me first?

An eyebrow lifts inquisitively at the strange question. What sort of question is that? Not one he'd normally humor but there's little else to do at the moment. " That depends. If you ask for an orange without specification, no. I don't know what you want the orange for, so I wouldn't do anything to change its original state. Maybe you need orange zest for something. If you asked for a peeled orange, maybe. "

[deathfavor]

@soulsballad said: emma: hey, hanma... want to make seven hundred yen? let me ride on your shoulders for like five minutes?

" Hmmm ? " Hanma turns his head downwards to the blonde figure that pops up at the bottom of his eyesight, raising an eyebrow.

Seven hundred yen? To ride his shoulders? Really, the opportunity for making jokes is sitting right there for him. But for once he decides to NOT do so. Besides, that was an easy 700 yen to make.

" Sure. " He agrees. Easy pay plus it wasn't that much effort. ( Any anyone's reactions would be hilarious to see. ) It's a win/win for them both as far as he's concerned. " Want to stand on the bench over there? I'll bend down, it'll make it easier for you to get on. "

[deathfavor]

@soulsballad said: ❛ i know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold! ❜ ( for earl, from horo! )

    Earl lets out a silent exhale as he stares at Horo’s sulking form while she clutches onto one of the stuffed animal toys. He’s tired after slaving away all day at the caravans, doing a job for three people to make enough money to support them. All he wants to do is lay down and sleep. But he still needs to cook them dinner, needs to make sure she falls asleep first, make her a lunch for tomorrow while he’s gone. He needs to make sure the trailer is ready for when the worst months of winter settle in. The list of things he needs to do is endless.

   But Horo doesn’t know that. Earl doesn’t want Horo to know how hard it is. He doesn’t want her to see how he works himself to the bone, he doesn’t want her to worry over money or supplies. He wants her to be able to be a child like the others, to laugh and play despite the loss of their parents. If she wants to soar, then he wants to make sure that happens for her – so she doesn’t end up stuck in the mud.

   “  Horo. “  Earl crouches down behind her, watching her shuffle away from him.  “  I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped like that. “  He apologizes, making no effort to force her to look at him. If she wants to, she will. If she doesn’t, he will still love her regardless. “ It was a rough day, but I shouldn’t have spoken like that to you. “

   He would be lying to say he wasn’t considering keeping a little treat a secret. But ultimately, his big brother instincts land by a landslide. ( And they always will, even years later. )

   “  How about we hang out after dinner, okay?  “  He suggests quietly, continuing to speak despite the lack of answer. He pulls out a wrapped chocolate bar, sliding it across the wood floor so she can see it.  “  We can start a fire and have smores. I’ll play some guitar for you? Does that sound good? “ He asks, waiting patiently.