#vulpinexi

[thechosengryffindor-archive]

“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.

[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?"

[seinenfables]

please don't lie just to make me feel better. ( from Hime to Ichigo)

❀ Please, Please, Please

❝ Orihime, I... ❞ he began, but trailed off shortly.  Her words had caught him off guard, not used to her being so direct, but his expression softened a little as he met her gaze.  Ichigo had brushed off the damage that had been done to his ribs during his last battle, his torso wrapped in freshly changed bandages beneath the edges of his Shihakushō.  The last thing that Ichigo wanted to do was worry her, but he should have known she would see through him.  Sometimes, it felt like she knew him more than he knew himself.  ❝ Don't worry — everything will be all right, ❞ came his steady tone, softer now as his lips curved into a subtle yet reassuring smile, ❝ I promise. ❞

[bhaalborn]

@vulpinexi says: " What are you doing sitting here all by yourself? "

the soft-spoken inquiry prompts ulysses to look up from where they are sitting, dressed rattily in their nighttime attire that consists of a vest stitched together with several pieces of misshapen leather, as well as straps that cross their chest and waist. their pants are in better shape, save for the tear among their inner seam that travels along their scaled ankle, and to their mid calf. dangling from their mouth is a thread, spool sitting in their lap, needle pinched between their fingers.

they blink, " uh . . . making a very poor attempt at mending, clearly. i don't think i ever quite learned to sew, but i am quite FOND of these clothes and thought i might make an attempt to have them last me a little further on this journey, " they have nary started the first stitch, the edges of the fabric already beginning to fray. there is an oil lamp sitting astride them as a source of light, away from the scrutiny of their nosy companions, " . . . it's quite late for someone of your countenance to be approaching a strangers, " they observe, but any wariness dissipated when they shrug, " but it is not my place to police your decisions, for it is the first time we have met. but perhaps you should stay in the light, where the dangers of darkness cannot swallow you. "

first meeting sentence starters, ALWAYS ACCEPTING