Mello would have liked Halloween, if Mello liked holidays.
This is not to say Mello never dressed up at Wammy’s, never found himself pulling out mismatched shirts and shoes and trying to pull off different costumes (pirate had been an easy one, ghost a close second). Mello had, after all, been a child and a child, after all, loves to play pretend.
The magic of Halloween seemed to wear off when Mello put on L’s mask and found that he wasn’t playing dress up just one day a year. No, Mello wore his mask all the time, so much so in fact that he had forgotten what it had felt like to take it off. But! That is not the point. The point is Mello would have, could have, should have loved Halloween, been his f a v o r i t e holiday if Mello liked holidays.
So, when Mello was struck with the urge to put on a costume it wasn’t completely out of character. Everyone else was doing it, and though the 31st of October had never before been much more than a day on the calendar, Mello prepared himself to look the part of a child - a careless child who cared not for winning or for death and blood and violence but for make believe.
So Mello bore his teeth and clenched his jaw, and Mello played pretend.
So he plastered ears that stood up on the top of his head, and colored his eyes so they shone a horrific green and orange, put in false teeth and fur and growled. A monster dressed up as a monster, Mello was human (but dangerous) at all points of the day but he pretended to be a werewolf (just as dangerous) that came out only on the full moon.
And Mello was hungry.
For what? Oh, dear reader, you must continue the story for that, Mello was always hungry (that’s how stories about wolves go, I’ve been told) and Mello always wanted something. So when Mello spotted Near, Mello felt that want and hunger boil up inside of him like gnawing teeth and Mello called out:
“What the hell are you supposed to be?”
Because, after all, wolves are always hungry - don’t you know?
8. Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
A very quick thinker, but the conclusions that he comes to with lightning speed are often fantastically ridiculous. His ability to think on his feet works for the best in emergencies/real danger, when he absolutely shines. It’s less impressive in ordinary social situations where he goes off into bizarre tangents and fantasies.
There’s another side to him, though. Sometimes he will say something very wise and thoughtful, and indicate it’s something he’s really pondered/thought through, instead of jumping to conclusions.
14. Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
Katsura’s very social and he hates to be solo but he can be a difficult team player.
What he wants is to lead a group, with everyone hanging on to his every word, and no one questioning him. And he’s actually GOOD at that. At his current canon point (I play him a few arcs back at a goofier point), he’s ordering about and disposing the forces of a large allied faction.
However, when he works with people of equal skills and obstinacy, there will be clashes over who’s in charge. He’s an amazing partner in action, but the criticism and the bickering won’t end.
Unless you’re a woman, in which case, you can probably order him around just fine.
Sometimes, Perona thinks she can see him in the deepest recesses in her mind. Fleeting images of a man with rosy hair and dark eyes, rarely around in the home she lived with her mother. Boots on the floor, in and out the door, far too tattered and homely looking. She can remember the stories her mother would tell as she curled and braided and tied up the long locks of pink that adorned her daughter’s head. Such a handsome man, so gruff, so endearing.
Perona never had the courage to tell the woman she couldn’t find an abandoner endearing.
She does wonder, occasionally. What it would be like if he had been around. If he had actually cared. Maybe her mother wouldn’t waste every penny on making her only company, her only child, happy, giving into her demands for pretty clothes and precious metals so she could be satisfied with their meager living. Maybe she wouldn’t be forced to live in this place, where people give her the evil eye and steer their children away whenever they see her walk past. strange girl unholy freak stay away--
At some point, she fantasizes.
At some point, she started really thinking she could remember affection. A hand on her head, calloused and warm, being picked up and held in arms far less frail then those that belong to her mother. The images flicker, but she’s so sure that’s what she remembers, a man long forgotten in name and face....If she could even put a finger to his face in the first place.
But it doesn’t matter. Her memories are her own. What does it matter if they’re a bit fuzzy, out of place, blurry? Nobody needs to know, like it’s any of their business.
Send ◑ for a bright moment in my muse’s life. Send ◐ for a dark moment in my muse’s life.
Outside the rain fell steady, pitter-pattering on the house’s roof in a calming rhythm. The blonde sat on the couch inside, wrapped in a blanket and sipping on a warm mug of hot chocolate. To her right, Den sat just as comfortably and content as they’d let her on the couch for once. Her muzzle rested on Winry’s lap. They weren’t alone, though. That much was clear by the ruckus coming from upstairs.
A loud crash of something being knocked over, the heavy metal sound as a certain someone fell... It was moments like these that Winry cherished. And it wasn’t long before both Elric brothers stomped down the stairs, no doubt restless because of the rain. Honestly, even Den was taking it better than they were.
She ignored their complaints as she rested her hand atop her dog’s head, and took another sip of her chocolate. Despite the negativity she usually associated with the rain, she couldn’t help but love this. She sighed and let herself melt further into the couch. She had to enjoy this while she could, because she knew it’d be sooner rather than later that the illusion would be shattered.
also in a different direction: regina spektor's 'blue lips'
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This works??? So well??? The lyrics are so sad and I love it!
He stumbled into faith and thought,"God, this is all there is."The pictures in his mind aroseAnd began to breatheAnd all the gods and all the worldsBegan colliding on a backdrop of blue
Mello’s mother was fairly young when she had him and his sister, and she married their father after she found out she was pregnant. She died of some sort of illness when he was very little - being only three, Mello only remembers her in slight bursts. She was a very loving, very determined woman - and though Mello’s father was horrific and vile towards her and the children, had she lived she would have continued to protect them. She was strong, and always treated her children - even Micah, who she considered to be like a daughter - equally.
♖ for a sister headcanon
Mello’s older sister, Micah, was his father’s daughter through another relationship. Mello never had thought of her not being one hundred percent his sister (after all, she was still Micah Keehl), and he absolutely adored her. She was the one who taught him English - their father didn’t see the need for them to speak anything except Russian, since they lived there. Micah was brilliant, though not as brilliant as Mello ended up being she was still exceptionally intelligent. A lot of what Mello loved came from her - his love of learning as well as his religion. Micah told Mello that it was important to pray and thank God for all he had, and even when times were looking rough for him and he was losing faith, he would return to prayer because of her.
✤ for a grandparents headcanon
Mello never knew about his paternal grandparents, nor did he care to meet them. Anyone who was associated with his father he would have rather forgotten, and they were no exception. He also harbored a bit of resentment in his later years towards his maternal grandparents; though no one had ever spoken about it directly to him, he’d pieced together that his mother’s parents demanded she marry her husband after she got pregnant. It probably wouldn’t have changed the course of his life all too much, he still would have ended up orphaned, he would have rather his mother been legally free of his father.
