#writtenrotten

[wastheheart-arc]

Emmett wasn't much for sappy stuff, but during a recent thrift store haul he'd found a pretty, delicate antique vase. It had all but screamed Esme's name at him: something she'd love to have around the house.

Now the vase is full of wildflowers, arranged with care. There's a card tucked in amongst the petals, and written on the envelope is 'happy birthday mom!’

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Esme never expects anything for her birthday. They stopped being relevant about forty years ago, but the vase is a lovely surprise and as Esme gets closer, she spots the card with familiar handwriting.

It's always bittersweet getting things from her adopted kids when she missed out on such things from her own son, but she's so happy to have this family— to call Emmett her son in their own sort of way.

The vase is absolutely wonderful, but the true star of the show are the flowers. Esme is a sucker for flowers and she's surprised that Emmett of everyone in her coven has taken note of her favourite wildflowers.

To be noticed that way means more than the vase itself, but again, the fact he saw it and thought of her was just another reason to be grateful.

It was delicately placed as the centrepiece on their dining table, and Emmett was greeted with an all her might Esme hug when he came through the front door.

[temporalobjects]

@writtenrotten continued from X

"You could ask for a lot of things, actually," said Paisley after a moment's thought. "Clothes for instance. Or new instruments. Jewelry to match your eyes. If you can dream of it, I could probably get hold of it somehow." What else was a prince for if not to abuse his privileges a little? (A lot, rather).

Marigold possibly had a warped perception of the heir, a second son who had never done much for the kingdom save participating (not even leading!) in a few conquests. He had no interest in politics nor war - his passion lay in the arts, culture, the funny games that commoners played. But even such a person could fall in love, and along with that, be inspired to prove themselves. (Was it love, or an obsession with a new treasure, however?)

He swept his fingers through the songbird's hair, again admiring the strands with the colour of sunsets and flowing wine, his eyes of sparkling blue; how the plumage of the phoenix translated to the beauty upon a human man never ceased to amaze him. Marigold's voice was bewitching, drawing the prince closer, ready to seek kisses from his soft lips.

[skxrbrand]

@writtenrotten / 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍.

"Who is responsible for this?"

The Reaper thrusts forward his hand, a dead Cereberus hanging limply in his grip. Around them, men and women flee-- not warriors, but humans clad in white. Scientists. Everything is aflame. Birkin is the unlucky man that Reaper has run down to interrogate.

" Is it you?"

[fatherxvincent]

🚬 - Heather

send 🚬 to share a cigarette with my muse! || accepting

“For shame,” Vincent chided, shaking his head. He’d scarcely managed to take a drag from his cigarette when Heather had made a reach for it. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that smoking is bad for you?”

Regardless of what she may or may not have been told, he handed it over, adding,

“I expect to get that back.”

[armasdefuego]

@writtenrotten // liked for a starter for Chris Redfield

"You know I was supposed to retire a few months ago. They keep telling me to put it off. I think Hamlin's hoping if she can keep me on long enough she'll convince me to take her Director title."

[thebrimstonewitch]

@writtenrotten liked for a starter!

She doesn't even need to ask, really, but... Why is he here? Is there a price on her head? For all she has done, she wouldn't be surprised. Or perhaps it's another matter... She has been wandering, trying to find herself. Is this merely a chance encounter? Maybe.

Then again... Calamitas is a demon. And we know how Guts so often feels about those, don't we?

Only one way to find out to what she owes the pleasure of this meeting. She looks over her shoulder at the man bearing the sword called Dragon Slayer. Eyeing him warily but not lashing out immediately, for perhaps she can get out of this without needing to spill blood. She'd rather not have it come to that, really...she's killed enough for many lifetimes.

"That sword reeks of demons' blood, you know. No doubt you have been busy."

[therelentless]

(re: pigeons shitting everywhere. solve it with ... pigeon pants!!!!!!!!)

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If no one has his back, he knows someone that does!

[skxrbrand]

HELLO HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎈🎈🎈

Thank youuuuuuuuuuu~