#utepliss

[supportive-editor]

@utepliss​ wants a tired office worker.

”Look-- I don’t know what you’ve heard about me... But it’s just stupid office gossip! Yeah some of my co-workers have hooked up but it wasn’t of my doing. I-I just gave them advice, that’ss all! ” Well it was technically was due to his inner self; Eros, sleeping inside him. 

With a business card handed to him--- He makes a face and politely hands it back. A match making service? Guess rumors spread fast in this god damn office building that it reached another side of town. Tatsuo Shibusawa, a known-match maker ever since he started high school, heck it it even followed him until now, never really did it with purpose. Most of it unintentionally but all those relationships ended up good in the end. The only intentional situation was for his two best friends in high school... 

“I appreciate the job offer but I can’t... really handle two jobs right now.” 

--

“Ah? It does sound fun though, Tatsu~ ?Definitely better than your soul sucking day job...~” A mischievous voice echoes within Shibusawa mind. While it did sound fun-- Shibusawa has important things to worry about; DEADLINES.

[missallaneousmuses]

"Honestly, Minako, you're just as bad as Usagi..." The gentle scolding comes from witnessing the absolutely mess left behind after their so-called study date -- which had quickly deviated away from studying for their upcoming exams into sharing pictures and videos of whatever latest obsession had caught their eyes. "If you're going to be their leader, you're supposed to be the one keeping everyone on task."

@utepliss​ // ❤

[miimpii]

carry + / for the chaos duo ? ;)

     NEVER would he have seen this day where he would help someone up to their feet. In fact, it was such a rare occasion for the soldier to help his ‘partner’ in combat, given how he liked to do things on his own (for research purposes, of course). After they dealt with some of the Zaibatsu’s forces and an old friend from Yggdrasil, Fuzen returned to where he last spotted Anna -- only to see her injured and possibly looking defeated. He could only scoff at her as he approached her with hands stuffed in his pockets, before taking out his right hand for Anna to take as he gestured with his fingers to get up.

   “What? Too weak to even get up?” Fuzen said, a lopsided grin stretched at the corner of his lips as dark brown eyes stared down at the woman. “Figured as much.” He added and without a warning (or not waiting for any objections from her maybe), the enhanced soldier decided to take Anna by the wrist and pulled her up to her feet -- not before putting her arm around his shoulders.

   “Do let me know when you’d like me to let you go, Anna-san.” He looked at her. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you stumble on your feet like earlier.” 

[aplushemporium]

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//I want to write with someone on like trying to help Ana get to sleep. She's scared of nightmares and wetting the bed and will often just interrupt someone's sleep because she wants cuddles and reassurance. Though if it's a "oh no the bed's wet" situation, she tries to clean it up by herself. Of course, that subject will probably not be covered for the sake of others.

//I'm sorry my brain is full of Ana. That can be pretty weird.

[emeraldxfw]

     @utepliss​     ⼺    ﹙  for  launch -  blue hair  ﹚  

He  had  reached  the  capital ,  he  decided  to  travel  through  the  city  leaving  behind  the  mountains  and  the  countryside  ,  it  was   something   totally  new   for  her  after   living   long  years  outside   the  city.   her   distraction  around  her  caused   her  to   accidentally  bump    into  someone. 

ㅤㅤ ㅤ  ❛   O-oh!  I'm  so  s-sorry ,  did  you  get  hurt ? , where  d-does  it  hurt ? ,  Do  you..  want  me  to  take  you  to  the  d-doctor ?  ❜ .    ask  she  exalted .  I  clearly  notice  his  look  the  concern ,  and  before  his  exaggeration  he  looked  around  again  trying  to  ask  for  help .

[multimoss]

“I was enjoying the monologue.” / scarlet @ funny

meme // accepting! //@utepliss

"and to think I thought you weren't truly listening. What about it did you find so entertaining?"

[caestusarchivum]

“ you can’t help me! ” -kyo 😔

"Why not?" The fish-out-of-temporal-water questioned, genuinely hurt. "Look, I don't know why y'want the fruit, Nijimura. I don't care why, neither. I jus' know that it's... really important t'ya, so I wanna help in any way I can. Regardless've yer reservation y'got goin' on."

She brings her hands together, water swirling in her palm as its transmuted into a fresh fig that she presents, holding it out into the light. "If I get m'hands on its chemical structure, if I can study a sample, I can make as many've the bastards as y'need! I'm offerin' ya m'Stand's ability-- an' yer too stubborn t'listen t'me? T'trust me?"

The fig... collapses, and turns into dried grass as Hikari returns the water to her body. She transmutes the remaining material to a greenish-brown dust. Violet eyes stare vacantly in dissapointment, and, if one really took a look, genuine terror. "I need the fruit, Nijimura. It might be the key home. I can't get a sample alone. I need yer help, too, like I know y'need mine."

[caestusarchivum]

♫ !!!

Calm little scribbles rustled in her journal, guided by a steady hand. She wrote down information pertinent to this Morioh. And her mission, of course, but mostly theories. They filled the pages in neat lines of lavender gel pen, including seperated by botanical drawings of whatever plant happened to be nearby when she started her inscription. Gingko trees, cypresses, labeled by part and condition and location. For now, she focused, and sang quietly in a half-whisper as she worked along the page, gleaning and highlighting particularly important knowledge.

' Tired eyes, barely open, '

' Crippled by a promise broken, '

' I have seen an empire falling, '

' Hopeless, can you hear me calling? '

Truth be told, Hikari knew Kei was near. The subtle shift of shadows and air when someone approached was something she had studied carefully to make sure she was never snuck up on. She considered it a 'private show', or something to that effect. The botanist lifts her head up from her journal, blows on the pages to dry the marker and gel, and shuts it. "If y'want me t'keep goin', y'can ask."