#variantmodes

[pixels-hub]

@variantmodes​​  ;  weather hums in consideration before bending slightly at the waist, allowing his hat to be within reach of ermes' touch; silent permission for her to test what it feels like. he's not blind, you know. unprompted starters  ━  always accepting.

             oh   wow,   he   caught   onto   that   ?      she   thought   she   was   being   sneaky,   stealing   glances   and   imagining   the   feel   of   fur   between   her   fingers,   but   maybe   weather   report   is   just   that   perceptive.   or   people   really   like   petting   his   hat.  a   step   is   taken   closer   as   her   hand   reaches   out,   one   at   first,   but   it’s   not   long   after   that   she’s   feeling   it   up   with   both   hands.

 ❝         is   this   real   ?         ❞

 it’s   short   and   not   quite   as   unbelievably   soft   as   she   thought   it   would   be,   but   the   fur   is   by   no   means   stiff.   fingers   flex   as   if   digging   for   clues   to   her   inquiry,   only   to   come   up   with   no   results.   what   kind   of   animal   would   he   be   able   to   make   that   hat   out   of,   anyway   ?      imagination   wanders   into   the   scene   of   an   eccentric   young   weather   wrestling   an   albino   buffalo.

 ❝         .   .   .   no   way,   it   can’t   be.   is   it   ??      come   on,   you   can   tell   me   !      i’ll   keep   it   a   secret.         ❞

 she   wonders   for   a   moment   if   she   should   give   him   a   little   more   personal   space   ━   and   then   completely   dismisses   the   idea,   after   remembering   who’s   under   the   hat.   just   a   few   more   pets.

[66yfze]

❝       apparently   the   indian   karma   sutra,   which   was   written   1,500   years   ago,   has   more   than   48   positions   in   it.       ❞

¸  .💻 *   /   —   @variantmodes​​​   !   /   abbacchio.

[baast]

       with a discreet look over her shoulder, her amber eyes go back and forth looking for any sign that she isn’t alone, but thankfully no such thing comes. a survival technique from her earlier years, mariah takes great pride in the mysterious aura she has managed to create around herself. it’s more than essential for her here as well; taking into account all the people given the same honor of working in pursuit of helping their lord fulfill his goals  — there are very few she feels can be trusted enough for her to become close to. even in the presence of that small group of people she likes, she’s still very protective of her past and with that, the most important part of it: her younger brother.

       a little overdue for correspondence with him, mariah feels like her words alone aren’t enough to make up for her recent silence. she takes a moment to think, considering the contents to fill up the plank page of her letter carefully. there’s so much she could say; her mind already swelling and eager to fill him in on the events that took up a lot of her free time in between his last letter and now. among all of those things, a light goes off inside her mind and an idea starts to sprout and push all of that aside.  impulsive and mischievous as she is, a big grin stretches across her face as she prepares her pen and paper to write. this one might be a tad bit briefer than what he’s use to from her, but it should still be her best one yet for the surprise alone.          

           tiziano,

         i hope you aren’t upset that it took me this long, even though i know it probably hasn’t been easy for you to find time to write either. things have been kind of crazy around here and i tried to be as involved as i can, but it’s out of my control now. maybe it’s because when some people speak, my first reaction is to immediately tune them out, but i’m not completely in the loop of what’s going on. all i know is that trouble is coming our way, but for some reason instead of sending us out, we have to take a back seat to that gross old hag and whoever she decides to send out first. i can’t for the life of me understand why someone like that is so trusted around here, but whatever our lord says goes. not like i could say no to a face like that anyway !

         since we’re on the sidelines for the time being, i have some free time on my hands and i figured… i’d come see you ! of course, you should also know i’m not taking no for an answer; it’s already shameful on both our behalves that i haven’t made it out there to see you sooner. let me know what you’ve been up to, but be sure to include where i can find you. i’ll be heading off as soon as i hear from you.

           ~ mariah.

        looking over what she’s written one more time with a satisfied smile, she stuffs the letter in its envelope before running off to send it as soon as she can. there’s no time to waste — there’s a ton of trip planning to be done and she wants to be ready to go the moment she hears from him again.   /   plotted for @variantmodes​

[hauntscreation]

  ❝  you’re rather talented,  ❞  something akin to a smile graced the outsider’s lips as he approached the boy behind the piano, intrigued not just by the melody that captivated him, but by the individual as well. hopefully, this approach would not be too odd :   blending in with an unfamiliar environment had proven itself a difficult task  ーー  it had been centuries since the outsider had last set foot in this world, and much had changed in the time he spent away. where whale oil once fueled its metal machines, more efficient sources had now taken its place, and the wardrobe of civilians had changed; personal style prevailed a common aesthetic, making the balance of normalcy less obvious.  so far, his appearance   (  or the aura which surrounded him  )   hadn’t caused chaos in this bar ...  and thank the void for that.

  hands placed themselves on his hips as aqua hues   (  which flickered intermittently with an eerie blackness as he blinked  )   examined the boy  ーー  weren’t they a tad young to be in a place like this ?  there were few patrons currently visiting, but his parental instinct plagued him regardless.  temporarily swallowing his concern, he took in a breath.   ❝  but would you not rather perform before an audience ?  or does that simply not interest you ?  ❞   

@variantmodes !

[pixels-hub]

@variantmodes​​  ;  *yip-yips at you* /…dog-boy mista for whoever the hell is dealing with this atm joe please stop i can’t take it anymore  ━  always accepting.

 ❝         i   don’t   think   that’s   necessary.         ❞

 it’s   not   unusual   for   them   to   make   bets   when   practicing   blackjack   ;   forcing   each   other   to   put   on   a   costume   outside   or   pull   a   stunt   that   will   hold   the   whole   villa’s   attention.   .   .   the   reward   is   typically   demeaning.   but   today   giorno   has   taken   his   win   as   an   opportunity   to   experiment   with   his   stand,   after   being   sent   questionable   manga   from   his   grandnephew   overseas.   still,   he   wasn’t   expecting   this   kind   of   reaction.   getting   a   pair   of   dog   ears   and   a   tail   welded   on   courtesy   of   ger   is   one   thing,   but   actually   acting   like   a   dog.   .   .   he   can   only   assume      “   going   all   out   ”      is   mista’s   way   of   coping   with   the   embarrassment.

 ❝         but   if   you   would   like   to   embrace   your   loss,   i’m   not   one   to   judge.         ❞

[66yfze]

❝       look   at   how   handy   these   things   are   when   you   use   them   like   this   !       ❞

¸  .💻 *   /   —   @variantmodes​​   !   /     proscuitto.

[pixels-hub]

                                    I NEED DISASTER RELIEF .

@variantmodes  /  @solar-pxwered

[pixels-hub]

@variantmodes​​  ;  “  they  call  me  the  fruit  cake  because  no  one  wants  to  eat  this  snack.  ” / fugo @ giorno pinterest cursed memes sentence starters.  ━  still accepting.

             this   is   unfamiliar   territory   ;   fugo   isn’t   usually   one   to   go   making   jokes   like   that,   so   it   takes   him   by   surprise.   on   impulse   he   gives   a   brief   chuckle,   and   then   furrows   his   brows,   unsure   of   whether   or   not   he   gave   the   appropriate   reaction.   he   takes   a   moment   to   collect   his   thoughts,   and   then   give   a   more   put   together   response.

 ❝         you’re   a   fine   looking   man,   i’m   sure   anyone   would   be   lucky   to   eat   your.   .   .   fruit   cake.         ❞

 grin   is   retained,   despite   the   awkwardness   laying   beneath   his   reply.   giogio   has   never   been   great   with   relationships,   and   especially   not   giving   advice   about   them.   why   fugo   would   crack   a   joke   like   this   to   him   and   not   mista,   someone   who   would   know   exactly   what   to   say   and   do,   is   completely   beyond   him.   

 ❝         what’s   brought   this   on   ?      have   you   taken   interest   in   a   certain   someone   ?         ❞