love: / / 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.

to be held by the light,  to be a tree drinking the rain,  no longer parched in this hot land,

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@tomoge ,  emoji starters   ───   🤕 - a starter where roxas is patching up riku's injuries. i just think it'd be funny JSHDISHID

“... are you trying to rub it in?” he shouldn't complain, really, when the alternative to this was having to patch himself up — been there, done that: it'd been extremely inconvenient and inefficient. (which is why riku had smartly phrased it as a question, so that he could deny any allegations of looking a gift horse in the mouth. and any allegations, in general.)

the only thing worse than having to patch himself up, of course, was having an enemy do it. it’s not even like riku’s short on those.

the thing is, he doesn’t know where roxas falls.

(he doesn’t know if he could think kindly of someone who would 1. trade him for another, 2. say as much to his face, and perhaps more relevantly, 3. be hands on about it. riku is unrepentant about the whole thing, because repentance implied he wouldn’t do it all over again. he would, for sora.)

riku’s learning, more and more, that for how much they could be the same, sora and roxas are different — especially now when they’re able to inhabit separate bodies. for one, when sora patched him up, it was unfailingly accompanied by incessant chatter and heated concern. roxas, on the other hand, hasn’t said a word. the chill radiating in the air could freeze a fire. but the thing about riku is, he wants to know where roxas falls.

“you don’t have to answer that. i didn’t mean to sound...” he waves a hand vaguely at where the theoretical speech bubble that would’ve popped up above him earlier on would be, “ungrateful. anyway, uh. thanks. i owe you one.”

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for several seconds, roxas deliberates whether he should dignify the question with any kind of response or continue staunchly ignoring him like he has so far, but at the end of the day (though he may be a lot of things), he’s not generally one to give in to bouts of childish pettiness this far down the line. 

he understands riku, as much as he wants to not like him.

(he couldn’t have imagined it back then, killing someone for someone else’s sake, but… he can now.)

(for xion, for lea, he’d sacrifice a lot. too much, according to some.)

he guesses there’s something to be said about that. baby steps.

“i thought you were supposed to be the quiet one,” he says, not looking up from his task. again, baby steps. (besides, he doubts riku’s expecting him to be nice about it. they both know where roxas’s seeded grudges lie, and it has nothing to do with what went on between them on that rainy night. he also doubts riku’s expecting him to forget about it. and he won’t.)

“...there’s a difference.” it’s an answer that comes after several more prolonged moments of silence, and it’s to a question riku didn’t really even ask in the first place. at least not directly, and not in as many words. “just ‘cause we don’t get along—” he glances up to meet riku’s gaze (sensing the follow-up question before it’s even had a chance to form as a fleeting thought) and silently dares him to mention phrasing— “doesn’t mean i won’t care if you’re hurt.” or that i won’t have your back.

“don’t mention it.” he pulls his hands back to his sides as he senses the last surge of mana finish mending riku’s skin. “i’m not expecting the same in return.”

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yeshens​:

@tomoge ,  twitter meme starters   ───   ‘ coffee is just baby formula for adults. ’ tzivmin<3

“naturally,” min leans in with amusement dancing in his eyes, clearly looking forward to see where this thought experiment would go. there’s a reason he enjoys her company immensely, and these inane conversations are exactly it. “but then, what is baby formula for babies? — that is, i mean, what’s in them that makes it for babies? we all know it’s the caffeine that makes coffee an adult thing.”

“it’s the thing that makes babies so baby-shaped, right? wait, one sec. we can find out.” she reaches for her phone, immediately set on locating the answer via magical internet browser properties. she tilts her screen min’s way for easy access. “what’s… in… baby… formula- here it is!” she goes the extra step to clear her throat and straighten in her seat, making this entire endeavor much more serious than it has to be. “let’s see…” she recites: “the most commonly used infant formulas contain purified cow's milk whey and casein as a protein source, a blend of vegetable oils as a fat source, lactose as a carbohydrate source, a vitamin-mineral mix, and other ingredients depending on the manufacturer.” 

(next come two quick google searches for both whey and casein…) 

“so basically… coffee is baby formula for adults, and baby formula is protein powder for babies.”

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“…so, to be clear.” riku hopes, desperately, that he is misundertanding something here, because it’s certainly better than the alternative, which is that — “you’re saying,” and it sounds ridiculous in his head even as riku thinks it, “that your actions for the last five minutes,” he casts his gaze around their now-wrecked surroundings, “the same ones that resulted in all of this, were out of your control.” 

he feels a headache building already. riku presses thumb and index to his temple as if he can physically suspend his disbelief. and to think — he’s only been in this world for a whole fifteen minutes. 

he sucks in a deep breath. “alright, let’s say i believe you. why would someone who ran into me — dressed only in boxers — be lying about this, after all, huh?” 

speaking of which. he’s glad he remembered to bring his jacket, if only so he doesn’t have to witness further embarrassment on the stranger’s part. riku slips out of it and shoves it at him. “just. put this on, and then we can talk.”

@tomoge ♥

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tsuna knows — in the same sort of distant way a local of any city remembers the city bus lines by heart just by virtue of living there — that his cursed propensity for getting himself into absolutely mortifying situations wasn’t going to magically shift on its axis the second he graduated from middle school, because that’s just not how things work around here. 

(and yet. and yet, you’d think that being a high school senior would have at least allowed him some leeway.)

he wishes — more than he’s wished for anything since his birthday last october when he asked his mother to stop giving him her designated monthly papa updates★~! despite the watery look in her eyes — that he was anywhere other than here right now. he even gives it a few moments, waits to see if he’ll magically, supernaturally disappear and reappear a couple of blocks away, but when the silence begins to stretch into uncomfortable territory, he sighs and offers his rendition of a withered stare as he accepts the stranger’s jacket.

“thanks,” is muttered, and it’s a testament to how many times this has happened that tsuna doesn’t shift on his feet, doesn’t dart his gaze in random directions, doesn’t straight up run off — simply stands in the middle of the street with a stranger’s jacket draped over his shoulder and a long-suffering, distantly pained expression plastered semi-permanently to his features.

“so.” ‘why’re you dressed like that’ is probably not the question he should be asking in this situation, so tsuna gives it another couple of moments to deliberate on a natural continuation of this mortifying conversation. eventually, he settles on: “if you-if you wanna follow me, i live really close to here. just around that corner. i can give you your... jacket... back. uh. as soon as i get a change of clothes.”

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if you cannot maintain consistent graphics / psds for your characters of color just don’t use a psd or dont use graphics period. literally not putting in the least bit of effort but STILL choosing to place your blog aesthetics above sends a pretty blatant message and its clear that you a) dont actually care about whitewashing b) dont care to listen to poc and c) dont care to take accountability bcs this isnt the first time

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[rararibbon]

roxas, cute girl magnet  

[kan-be]

imagine being all alone for centuries and then suddenly this traveler appears with his almond tofu and his golden hair and these oh so warm honey eyes and,,,

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yeshens​:

“so it’ll take one more coincidence, is what you’re saying?” not that he’s implying anything, not at all! just because he enjoys kaien’s company outside of his working hours, however irregular and unorthodox, doesn’t have to mean anything in the context of this conversation… unless they want it to. maybe baekmin wants kaien to get thinking.

“hm…” he pretends to consider it, the faintest curl of humor on his lips, and appears to come to a conclusion after a moment’s pause. min tilts his head to the side, the look in his eyes mostly mischief and a little challenge. “well, i wouldn’t have to if you just gave me a set of keys. it’d save me the effort of breaking in, and you the cleanup — doesn’t that sound like a win-win?”

it’s a dangerous game they’re threatening to play...  but it just so happens that this is the sort of game he loves to entertain.   “   yer bein’ bold,  ain’tcha.   ”   but don’t take that as him complaining!  not at all.  he leans  ⸻  imperceptibly  ⸻  closer,  but his hands remain steadily at his sides.   “   comin’ to my place of work this late at night,  askin’ me for my house keys…  if i didn’t know better,  i’d think you were interested in me.   ”   does he,  though?  know better.  go on,  min:  tell him.

“   gonna invite yourself over?  i can’t just go handin’ out my personal belongings out in the open like this.  ‘s not safe.   ”