#v.a

[sheila--e]

I dreamed that diavolo was at the Oscars and he kept winning awards, and everytime he won them the camera would pan to him and he'd be sleeping like an old man everytime

[vartouhix]

rumor has is that jangmi-chan kissed a frog hoping it'd turn into a prince! :o

rumor has it... ; accepting

Jangmi bursts out laughing. "Yeah. His name was Gojo Satoru ( @limitlessscion )."

[vinyl-artwork]

V.A. Vacaciones En Mallorca (1971)

[santificas]

Quero ser como Jesus, Ele acredita em mim. Não tenho o direito de não acreditar em mim. Quero ser como Jesus, Ele acredita nas pessoas. Não tenho o direito de não acreditar nas pessoas. Quero ser como Jesus, Ele fez tudo por amor. Não tenho o direito de não fazer tudo por amor.

Victor Azevedo

[vartouhix]

a tentative,  exploratory kiss between friends ✌️😁

Kiss & Tell

Sometime in 2007...

Understanding didn't grace her no matter how many times she blinked rapidly. Her pupils were normally lost in the obsidian of her irises, but the afternoon sun hung at just the right angle to make them distinguishable in her wide eyes, which darted about their surroundings. No hint of others nearby. At least, not that she could tell. Her lips, previously parted in disbelief, pressed together in a baffled little pout.

Gojo Satoru had suggested they kiss?

Sounds muffled, unable to overcome the buzz of blood rushing up to her face, staining her cheeks a pink that rivaled her hair. Surreal. Jangmi would think this was all some strange dream, except that he had never tread through her sleeping subconscious before, and she knew no reason he would abruptly make an appearance. She stared at her reflection in his dark sunglasses. Years and years of bullying in her adolescence made her wonder what he saw in her that was at all kissable. Sure, she treated him kindly, just like she would with anyone who hadn't done something to lose her respect. She was more patient with him than Nanami and Utahime-senpai were. Still, when she was so used to being despised--for something as small as her lineage--no matter what she did, none of it seemed like reason enough for anyone to want to kiss her.

A spark in the mind, quickly lighting the metaphorical bulb and casting clarity over her mind: He's just bored and looking to entertain himself. That seemed the most likely, now that she thought about it. He would ask her and not Geto- or Shoko-senpai because there was less relationship to damage if it all went wrong. Now the question was, was she bored and bold enough to do it? Jangmi supposed as far as kissing partners went, she could do worse. At least Gojo was pretty, after all. He was strong, too, which was kind of cool. Vapid reasonings like that were not enough to garner her attraction, however, and he had never done anything that made her think of him in that way. Now Geto-senpai, on the other hand, with his charming personality... he had made her heart flutter a time or two.

Still looking into the shaded lens, she watched curiosity overtake her own features. Her mouth relaxed back into a neutral expression as she considered it. Finally, after a few heartbeats, she gave an almost imperceptible nod, more of a nervous twitch of her head than anything else, really. One step. Two. And another, coming forward and lifting up onto her tiptoes in an effort to help close the gap. Even then, her mouth was only level with his collarbones, and she had to reach her hands up to loosely clasp at the nape of his neck, carefully pulling him down. Her gaze flickered to his lips, steadily coming closer, and at the very last moment, she shut her eyes and sucked in a soft, shaky breath.

Warmth was all she registered at first, when their lips just barely touched. It wouldn't be nearly enough if she stopped there--he'd surely make fun of her--so she ventured closer. Now skin brushed over skin, soft and gentle as flower petals shifting on a blossom, and a tingling sensation accompanied the light pressure, stemming from their joined mouths and splitting off in her throat to creep up into her head and flow down throughout her body.

She discovered something about herself: even without deeper feelings, as long as she trusted the person, she could enjoy kissing them.

[vartouhix]

Rate Peter’s ass.

send me curious anon asks ; accepting

Vartouhi blushed, though out of secondhand embarrassment more than anything else. “Ah...” She ran a hand through her hair. “...If I cannot recall what it looks like, perhaps the lack of impression it made on me, speaks for itself...”

[vartouhix]

Mind + Peter. He's thinking that Vartouhi is quite cute and a tad bit perplexing. He still hasn't figured it all out yet. He is wondering if her customs of crushes are similar to earth's. An alien babe, basically.

my muse reads your muse’s mind! ; accepting (more like begging but u kno)

Vartouhi’s head shot up from playing with River, cheeks flushed. “A-ah?” The flustered noise came out with a tinge of confusion tacked, too. She could have sworn she heard Peter say something about her being cute but perplexing, but his mouth wasn’t moving. As a matter of fact, his lips were quite closed. Then she started getting notions in her head of customs related to infatuation--no, crushes was the word in her mind, though it certainly wasn’t her first instinct to use. She looked around for their phones, wondering if perhaps one of the devices was malfunctioning and playing some show’s audio. That’s when she noticed it. White light shining on her nose. She put a hand up to hover in front of her eyes, and sure enough, she realized her eyes were glowing faintly--her powers had involuntarily activated.

She glanced about the room, brows furrowing in confusion. Nothing seemed to be moving. But if her telekinetic influence wasn’t activated... why were her eyes glowing? she wondered. Thinking harder, her lips pursed into a little pout, completely oblivious to River moving to Peter’s lap in search of attention. She recalled a vague memory from years ago, when she saw through the eyes of a stranger in distress--shared the thoughts in his head, and looked up at him again. “...Were you... just thinking about me?” she asked tentatively. 

[vartouhix]

Real talk 👀 Peter’s shoulders or Damen’s abdomen?

send me curious anon asks ; accepting

“No, no, don’t ask me that!” She pleads. Her face is steadily turning a pink vibrant enough to rival her hair color, and she shakes her head vigorously. “I don’t want to answer this! Don’t make me think about it!”