#vulpinexi

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“of course i care about what you think of me!” from @vulpinexi

Harry looked away- when would people realize his opinion didn't really many anything? Why did everyone put so much bloody stock into his thoughts? It's not like he knew what he was doing, hell sometimes he didn't even know how he felt.

"Maybe you shouldn't." Harry shot back, "I mean I'm just- I'm just me. My opinion doesn't matter in the long run, I don't know what I think or want I just... I'm a mess."

[ichxgo]

"Feet....are that your thing now? Do...Do you think mine are pretty? [Not even sorry lmao]

@vulpinexi || unprompted || not you too

"They're... I mean.... they are feet..." He catches himself, head snapping up, blood flaring into his face. "I mean—I wasn't looking!!"

This can't be what she thinks of him.

"Can we please just never have this conversation again?"

[thuganomxcs]

𝟓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | @vulpinexi | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?!   ❞  Because it sounds like she said she wanted to blindfold him…tch, what’s she planning to do kill him at his blind spot? No, Inoue wouldn’t do something like that..she can be a little cookie but if there’s one thing she’s earned from him thus far, is his trust. Besides..for all he knows maybe she’s got a new recipe that she wanted him to taste..but it looks soo grotesque he’d need to trust his sense of taste to not be dissuaded from what his eyes sees.

Soo..with a sigh, Yusuke’s shoulders relaxed as he closed his eyes whilst tucking his hands into his pockets as he stood before the shorter woman. “Fine..go ahead. But let the record show that I’m trustin’ ya here.” He just needed to iterate the importance of trusts in case she’s planning on betraying him in some way.

It didn’t take long before he felt her tying a band..or maybe a cloth over his eyes which renders everything around him into pure darkness..relying on nothing but his four other senses.

[attroxx]

❛ @vulpinexi said . . . [FOREHEAD] Sender kisses receiver on the forehead. ( Sylus :3) ❜

𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙐𝙎 𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃. her touch is gentle, gentler than was usuallyoffered to him. carmine eyes are squeezed tightly as the pain rolls over him. had he been reckless ? maybe a little. but all things considered he'd come out rather unscathed. she'd looked worried when she saw the blood on his shirt. he hated that look. but in an effort to save face the crime boss chuckles. he's fine and things are okay, if what he wants to convey in response to her distress. ❛ you look like you've seen a ghost, sweetie. ❜ moving past her he makes himself at home on her couch, making sure his hand is covering the wound to his abdomen. fast forward to the present, his chest bare and her hands gently tending to the wound. when the pain subsides he looks at her, noting how focused she seems. she doesn't even to seem to notice his staring.

sylus doesn't break her concentration. instead a comfortable silence fills her living room. focus drifts to the walls, taking in her decor and style. this is only the second time he'd been to her place. maybe it's the pain scrambling his brain but everything feels . . . homier than before. when she finishes she sits up, hair bouncing when she turns to look at him for the first time in ten minutes. he expects some sort of scolding but instead soft lips land on his forehead. his gaze widens, gaze resting on her neck. the kiss lasts a moment longer than she probably meant but too quickly he's meeting her gaze. the surprise still colors his features, only managing to fix his expression after a few awkward seconds pass.

❛ . . . i'm fine, if that's what you're asking. ❜ his palm presses to the sofa, moving to sit up a bit now that she's finished. he winces and turns his head to look down at the now cleaned and wrapped wound. ❛ i may have to hire you as my personal surgeon, if you keep up this sort of work . . . ❜

platonic intimacy . . . accepting.

[silenttyped]

⭐️ | 💻 | 😍

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

@mebuku - Is this bias? I don't know. Your hikaru is important to me, despite only knowing him for a short time.

💻 ― excellent writing

@vulpinexi - I love your writing so much, dude. ( and your aesthetics )

😍 ― admiring from afar

@hexblast , @khrused - these blogs were instantly on the brain. I admire you folks so much- your aesthetics, headcanons, writing, everything. You're amazing <3

𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. ( not accepting. ) + send in one or more of these symbols for me to pick one blog or multiple i wanna shout out that i think fit well into the category

[taleswrittenmoving]

@vulpinexi sent (piece of me): sender ties a piece of cloth on receiver’s hand to wrap around a wound. (Clive :3)

Clive is no stranger to various injuries. He'd caught the blade in the palm of his hand from his attacker without a second though, paying no heed to the way the blade cut into his palm to leave a deep gash.

He had been focused on defending himself. It is times like this where Clive displays underneath the gentleness, he is a trained assassin and warrior.

By the time it's all over, he's more worried about her than he is himself and yet she tenderly takes his hand to tend to the wound. Instinctively, Clive wants to yank away for he is not used to help of any sort, but a second later all the tenseness in his body fades away and he relaxes under her gentle touch, sucking in a sharp breath of pain for only a moment.

"Thank you." Clive finds himself muttering, "Are you alright? You didn't get injured, did you?"

[peoplcsrebel]

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | @vulpinexi | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

[Reincarnation Soulmates] + [ STARGAZING ] - they meet During Tanabata matsuri and have the feelings that they have met each other before.

It’s been a while since he’s been in Japan..though still no sign of the things he’ll need in order to help Nico get that extra oomph she’d need in order to graft devil arms for him. However, he trusts in Morrison’s know-how and connections that he’ll find what he wants in this country one day..the work also helps him forget about his transgressions after losing Kyrie, the very day he lost his arm. Crap..no there wasn’t any time to think about that..‘just keep walkin’ Nero’ He’d tell himself as he traverses through the crowd.

━━   ❝   𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞.   ❞  He utters under his breath whilst gazing into the night sky, the music and ambiance were simple whispers in the background as all of his senses focuses on the sight above him..at least that was until he felt someone walking nearer, probably another festival-goer who wanted to enjoy the sights too. After all, Nero’s pretty confident the space he chose was probably one of the better ones. So in an act of kindness, he moves towards the side, allowing the other person to take the step forward. “It’s okay if you wanna stand here, am I in the way? Here, snag this spot and you’ll enjo-” He turned to face the person and then froze into his tracks once he spotted her. 

There was hope in his eyes as it glistens in her gaze. “ KYRI-NO WAIT. ” Now that was embarrassing..calling someone by the wrong name..but shit, her and Kyrie could have been sisters. Just silently admitting that this woman couldn’t be the woman he loved causes a single tear to fall from his eye. “Crap..” Quickly an arm reaches upward to dry that tear with his sleeve. “Sorry about that, I could have sworn you were..someone else..as if I’ve known ya my whole life..” Er, that..probably was TOO MUCH INFORMATION, great he’s probably already scared this poor girl off.

[odditymuse]

orihime inoue ꒰ @vulpinexi ꒱ sent : ⤷ dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

The part is something rather festive, Astarion noted. It almost reminded him of their little affair after saving all those Tieflings not too long ago. Light music played by their resident bards, drinks all around. None the vampire typically enjoyed, of course, with his pallet, but the mood was something he might get behind. What surprised him, however -- was a hand offered his way where he sat to the sidelines. Bright eyes looked on, pale brows lifted. He leaned back just slightly, almost like displaying himself a bit more.

"Well now -- you wouldn't happen to be asking me for a dance would you, darling?"