#yearsofwar

[feyras]

“  it  was  real  for  me.  ” @rei from kazuki

their time with miri was fleeting . rei didn't realize just how much she changed his life until she was already gone . the apartment was quieter and less lived in , the moments of solitude more frequent . both he and kazuki acknowledge the loss ; neither of them had to say it aloud for the other to know . as he stands in the doorway looking at kazuki he can hear the break in his voice , the soft admittance spoken like defeat . in moments like this miri would go to papa kazuki and cheer him up . the small of her slotted perfectly in his arms and a smile would pull on his face . unfortunately miri wasn't here to do it . he leaves the confines of the darkened bathroom to meet him in the kitchen , all of him tense and unsure on how to approach . ❛ kazuki ... ❜ he says cautiously , a mild assurance in his tone . both of them were grieving in different ways and yet rei found it difficult to meet him halfway in their journey of living without her . he reverted into himself and pushed him away ; the glue that held them together was gone and the stark realization that they'd never see her again suddenly hits .

' it was real for me , ' he hears kazuki say again , louder this time . it happens so fast . he walks up to him to wrap kazuki in a hug , the warmth of him a temporary comfort for the hurt they both feel . at first rei feels awkward . he never hugged kazuki before , let alone done anything intimate of the sort , especially in moments of crisis . but kazuki needed him right now , and if rei was being honest , he needed him just as much . the top of his shoulder is met with something warm and wet . through his peripherals he can see kazuki crying quietly , his body shaking as if trying to stifle the dam of emotion pouring out . ❛ it was real for me too ... ❜ rei says quietly , earnestly . his arms tighten in a hug , a soft exhale made into the nape of his neck . this is what miri would do ...

[ayahimes]

🍒 + me , Courtney and Leon

i'm a few days late but i wanted to try and answer this . anyways ... you are my people ♡ honestly , i wasn't looking for you guys but you came into my life and made it all the better . for that i'm always thankful . i aim to be the best version of myself for you guys and i'm always appreciative that you still love me at my worst . i enjoy our late night ( or early morning depending on how you look at it ) banter and just discussing things in depth , like the positions we want to take on a human centipede or our hot takes on muses from whatever fandom we're hyper-fixating on at that moment . i love how easily we can change topics and talk about the saddest or wildest stuff , and especially how we can be honest with each other and discuss things .

i think all our personalities work out so well together . even though we're all miles away from each other we all have fucked up sleep schedules and somehow manage to make it work . bless working night shift i guess haha . but honestly , i'm really happy we're friends and even though we've all been through some insane shit together i would do it all over again for you ( but ideally not lol ) . apart from my appreciation for our friendship , i do want to say all three of you are talented writers and everyone who has the opportunity to write with you is so damn lucky ! all three of you are so unique in your writing and muse choices and no matter what we all manage to forceship hahaha . i want nothing but the best for each of you and i'll be your biggest supporter in whatever it is you want to achieve in your life . even if i can't be there physically , i'll always be sliding in ur dms to chat . tbh , even if we never wrote again i'd still be happy to just talk to you !! we still have to all go to disney together and get a big ass villa lol

anyways ... i'll stop being sappy on main . ily guys <3

[comedicdeath]

bonus points if they say "no, keep it, it's yours now!" when they finally return it ( ITAFUSHI GIVE ME )

    it was pale pink,  with some sort of picture on the front.  a herd of animals,  drawn under a cartoon sheen;  he recognized a bear in particular—not without some uncertainty—worn over by age and use,  wrinkled into an almost indecipherable blur of color.  it spread generously across the chest,  past his waist and nearly dwarfing his thighs.  it was...  comfortable.  warm.  and it smelled wholly of yuji.

    the hoodie laid splayed across the bed,  a look of bright greenery,  of grasses and forests,  burning two holes into it.  into the bear,  that was nothing more than a brownish glob across a dusty coral.  he knew better than to keep it.  he had to return it eventually.  tomorrow.  he'd do it tomorrow.

    tomorrow came.  then,  the day after.  and then,  the day after that.

    it took a month.

    the garment was folded neatly,  sleeves tucked snug in between.  it felt heavy in his hands,  drooping over his palms and through his fingers.  he held it out,  wordlessly,  before a befuddled yuji.  he watched him carefully—the bewilderment smirching his face,  the cogs in his head turning,  before the light of recognition seeped through...  until,  finally,  he smiled.

   “ no,  keep it.  it's yours now! ”

    he dipped his chin,  jaw shifting.  it was a cougar.  not a bear.

[annisarizkiana]

A little update on the collaborative comic me and writer, Theodora Sarah Abigail currently working on for VICE Comic Week 2019.

[feyras]

there’s  no  way  in  hell  she  likes  him     !!     @yearsofwar  was  gross     .     he  also  didn’t  seem  the  least  bit  interested  in  her  from  what  she  could  tell     .     it  also  didn’t  help  that  yoru  liked  to  remind  her  how  much  of  a  bore  she  was  during  their  date     .     sure  the  starfish  thing  was  cute  and  gross  but  she  figured  it  didn’t  mean  anything  other  than  the  opportunity  to  eat  something     .     denji  was  self - serving  and  didn’t  seem  to  care  about  anyone  other  than  himself     !!     asa  stares  at  his  name  in  her  phone  and  she  debates  texting  him  first     .     she  shouldn’t     ...     but  he  didn’t  text  or  call  her  after  their  date  and  it  makes  her  wonder  why  the  hell  not     !     she  angrily  grabs  her  phone  and  calls  him  up  without  a  plan     .     ❛     was  our  date  really  that  bad     ?!     ❜     she  asks  him  immediately  without  even  waiting  for  his  greeting     .     already  she  can  hear  yoru’s  groan  from  the  corner  of  her  apartment     .

[comedicdeath]

@yearsofwar,  satoru.    [  PUBLIC  ] ;  the sender touches the receiver in public.

    satoru always favored what was meant to be forbidden.  made to be forgotten.  it was a fact bound by blood and soul,  spilt from humanity and seeping into the cracks of jujutsu society.  but he always came back.  he came when midnight fell,  when the sun rose at the fore of the stars,  when evening loomed over the horizon and cast a singular spotlight on their intermittent trysts.       his rear met a wall of cobblestone,  tucked away in a vacant alleyway.  satoru's hands were rapacious,  grasping for purchase at cloth he moved aside to expose the heart of his desire.  his lips were soft,  as they always were.  always greedy.    “ only you would be so bold,  satoru.  what if someone important catches you,  fraternizing with the enemy? ”   not that he minded,  nor cared.  his questioning,  husky and teasing,  commingled into a special breed of euphoria—rapture's talons,  dragging permanence as thin scarlet lines along his shoulders,  such that only he was its sole cause.  he drew him near,  closer,  bringing a thumb and index finger forward and plucking the sunglasses from his face.    “ i think you're a bad influence on me. ”

[feyras]

“ trust  no  one.  not  even  me.  you  understand  ?  ” @alys from aemond

she understands that aemond targaryen is bound to his duty . what luxuries he shares with her in essos are a temporary reprieve from the reality of what comes next . quickly alys moves to him , hands latching over his forearms as she looks up at him . beneath her touch was pure sinew , all of him like marble carved by the gods . how she would miss such intimacy shared between them no matter how small but she knows that his higher purpose was of more importance than her own selfishness . moments like this between them were rare of being tenderhearted . there was nothing soft about the witch of harrenhal or her lover , only sharp lines and rough edges . to be with someone as forcible as aemond meant to be strong herself .

dark eyes meet his , the sea of blue cascading with her shadows . there is a silent understanding of his request , yet , foolishly her heart does not want to obey . though not spoken aloud she loves him in earnest . beyond what carnal pleasures they shared between them was something deeper , as if the dark parts of her called to the dark parts of him . neither of them ever had to say it to each other to know ; they conveyed it in other ways . more sinister ways . ❛ i understand . please take care of yourself , my king . ❜ there's a pause as she moves closer to break the distance between them , hands moving to rest against the junction of his neck and shoulders . ❛ you ask too much of me to not trust you , aemond . after everything ... ❜ her voice trails off as her mind wanders to how they'd first met . there had been no trust , simply resentment . somehow that hatred had turned into some form of twisted affection . she looks away , a solemn expression addled upon her face . ❛ but if that is what you ask of me then i will obey . ❜

[barrenstarsarch]

@yearsofwar : 09﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ( nagi to petra )

it didn't take long for accusations of petra having favourites to surface among the boys, and they were right. sort of. nagi had wormed his way into being one of her favourites, she didn't take to him at first, but his persistence and adorable puppy-like mannerisms soon scored him a spot in her heart. that, and she practically gave him anything he wanted. she was wrapped around his stupid finger and knew it, but oddly wasn't all that angry about it.

it was to absolutely no one's surprise that she wound up in nagi's current room after her official work hours, sitting with the small team as they went over tomorrow's game plan, almost like she was an extra member. seated against the wall, she noticed a while ago that nagi had gravitated over towards her and was sitting by her side, but shifting around a lot, looking down at her lap and then shifting yet again. after he does it again, petra turns to him and quietly speaks up. ❝ do you want to lie down in my lap? ❞ she doesn't even receive an answer, she just watches as the sleepy boy lays himself down and stretches out his long limbs, his head thumping down on her lap a moment later.

ignoring the way his hair tickles her legs, her hand finds way to his head almost instinctively and her attention turns back to isagi as he continues to explain his plan after nagi got himself comfortable. whilst she listens intently to the plan, petra comfortingly pets away at nagi's hair, being completely unaware of her own actions. pets soon turn into fingers gliding through white locks, which turns into scalp scratches, and so on. it's only when isagi stops once again and turns his attention to the being cuddled up on her lap that petra averts her gaze down also, peeking over to see the boy sleeping soundly. her lips curl into a tiny smile and her hand ceases its movements, instead shifting to brush the hair from his face. ❝ isn't he just so cute? ❞ her question slips by her lips without a single thought and she finds herself freezing up, cheeks tinting red as she hears isagi mutter something along the lines of: 'yeah, the cutest.' to that, all petra can muster is a guilty shrug, knowing she was the reason they lost nagi's attention.