I do not look exactly like my father, but open me up and you will notice without a second look that his blood runs inside of me.
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I do not look exactly like my father, but open me up and you will notice without a second look that his blood runs inside of me.
I act just like my father and I hate it (via drinkt0forget)
To be frank, he was that drunk – quite too much, in fact, that he had nearly vomited on someone else’s lap. Not that Draze could recall, obviously, but Jupiter doesn’t mind.
Quietly stepping towards the door, he brings it open, tapping his foot to pretend that he is impatient.
“Well, what are you waiting for, Dad?” he teases. “Time to get drunk off our asses.”
“I’m coming I’m coming...”
The war god chuckled as he got up, following after Jupiter. There was a bit of excitement; a reliable way to get Draze anywhere was the mention of alcohol. He made sure to pick up his wallet before stepping out.
“Alright let’s get going.”
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Izumo Kusanagi, Mikoto Suoh, and Tatara Totsuka hold hands in this Red Clan poster from Spoon 2Di vol. 17 (Amazon Japan).
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Of course, Draze would not have passed the opportunity to drink some alcohol. Not that Jupiter expected anything less ( and not that he’s actually complaining, considering that he would have picked alcohol himself ).
“Make sure you don’t get me too drunk like last time.”
“You weren’t that drunk.”
Maybe his memory was a bit foggy ( wouldn’t be surprised, that’s just what alcohol does to him ) but Jupiter would be fine. Plus he could control himself.
“Not my fault you chugged that bourbon down. That’s all on you.”
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“Hey, Dad,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips, perhaps almost teasing. “Did you want to watch a movie, or have a drink at the bar?”
“Why ask a question you already know the answer to?”
He wasn’t even gonna speak on the dad part of his sentence. His immediate thought was the possibility of getting some alcohol into his system.
“The bar of course, but we can catch a movie later.”
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they should concede to call you Ares | s.m. (via beardysteve)
I don’t need you to slay my dragons for me. Just knowing you would is enough. Instead, stand beside me while I take sword in hand and cut them down one, after another. Until I turn and look to you and say, “I need your help with this one, my Love”, and we’ll take them down as one.
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Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.”
“You’re always number one.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“Honestly, just stop it.”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Who were you with?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I need you, though.”
“Don’t be fucking rude.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“So, it was you.”
“I need to go.”
“Just stay with me.”
“You can trust me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Will you help me?”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Can you shut up!?”
“You love me, right?”
“I really need you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“I really need you.”
“You don’t want me.”
“Let me help you.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Hey, I said stop!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Wanna go out sometime?”
“I don’t want this.”
“You always this quiet?”
“Are you fucking insane!?”
“I don’t want you.”
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
“This was never right.”
“You look really tired.”
“I’m out of here.”
“You need to go.”
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Joins in petting the soft war hair~ He's in Lacie's stead too~
“What’s up with everyone’s obsession with my hair...”
Was it just that nice? He guessed. Either way he didn’t really mind, but it was still a bit odd to have this happen.
PETS HIS SOFT HAIR IN LACIE'S STEAD ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
The WAR GOD closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the lady’s slender fingers worked their way around the soft fiery locks. He had to admit, he was always a sucker for it. It was just relaxing and made him want to go to sleep.
“Mmhm, Ada....” a hand reached out for hers, gently pulling her away. “I think that’s enough... unless you want to style my hair or something...”
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of silence and blood.
𝓕rantic shakes of the head replied to his question . eyes looked up at him in worry and followed by an embrace . when was the last time that she had been this scared ?
❝ What’s happening , Draze ? What was that creature ? ❞ angled eyebrows expressed her concern for the upcoming events that would serve disaster and chaos . if this was a recurring event then she would envy DRAZE for his courageous act and honour on the battlefield . Another creature would come with a sneak attack , blind to her eye until the final moment . the final moment that she had regretted for being so weak . the strength to protect those that she loved was at its highest .
He accepted the embrace, arms wrapping around her slender frame, teeth biting down on his tongue. He despised this. Her being fearful. She shouldn’t be scared, Lacie should be happy, there should be a smile on that beautiful face of hers. Perhaps the worst part of it was there wasn’t much he could do to change it. He didn’t even have the answers she wanted.
“I don’t know.” he couldn’t face her, golden eyes darting away, scanning the area around. He could hear them, the heavy panting of the HAVOC. They were closing in. And much as it pained him, he let go, hands gripping his spear, knuckles turning white.
“Lacie. Run. Get out of here.”
Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.
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