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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
hello vonnie
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Peter Solarz
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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trying on a metaphor
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@zerosunder
oscarxdragonia
“Were Shigure not such a skilled swordsman, I’d consider him a disgrace to the Abbey.” Truly a brutish man. Does he not get cold like that?
“Tch! Always bustin’ my chops, Oscar.” And if he tries to bust them too much, Shigure might just have to teach him a lesson. “What’s your problem with me this time?”
バトルシーンが描けないで候(´；ω；｀)
normin
A soft noise of dissatisfaction vocalizes in the back of the woman’s throat, followed by a strained, almost exasperated exhale through her nostrils. Brows loosely knit together and she stares him down tentatively, breath stirring his hair. She doesn’t dare move after hearing the uncharacteristic melancholy in his tone, arms instead laying uselessly at her sides. Invoking any kind of reciprocating physical contact would be entirely too personal, she feels, even if he had already more than overstepped his boundaries.
Yet for some inexplainable reason, Velvet can’t bring herself to pry him off. A crack in her cold, calloused exterior unearths sensations long since forgotten, and she’s at a loss, unable to tear her eyes away from the nest of dark hair settled almost comfortably on her chest. Her pulse gradually steadies as she grows used to the contact; still heightened, but not as sporadic.
She keeps her voice quiet, preserving the serenity of the atmosphere. “I hope you don’t plan on falling asleep.” God forbid one of the others—worse yet, Magilou—stumbles upon them.
A few more beats pass before she makes her comment and, reluctantly, but satisfied, he finally sits up slowly and breaks away from her. “Nah,” he mumbles, almost groggily, as he adjusts to sit beside the daemon woman now. Is it still human to feel thankful? Is that even something to feel such a thing for? He’s oddly appreciative of it, even though he just pushed himself there without really waiting on her answer -- and again, there’s no shame felt for that.
“Thanks for that,” he remarks after a comfortable ( for him ) silence passes them and he offers a smile, one that wipes away the melancholy feel from before. It truly has set him in a better mood and a brighter frame of mind, if one could call it that for a daemon. “You ever need to do that, I’ve got your back. I owe you, you know.” And there’s a wider smile, definitely that Rangetsu one. But almost as quickly as he wears it, it fades off again and he chuckles softly.
“It’s funny. I enjoy your more human qualities...yet I don’t envy you. I know I can’t be that way again. It’s just not who I am anymore. But I dunno. It’s like a part of me misses being that way. And I seek it out in you.”
xathkeeper
“Yeah, what’s it to ya?” He feels the muscles in his calves tense, and he’s ready to sprint away at the first sign of trouble.
He’s not letting them have him again, not this time.
The legate can practically smell the malak’s fear. His grin only widens as his stance shifts, adjusting the large blade that rests on his shoulder. “Nothin’ to me. I don’t give a damn who runs away and who doesn’t.” It’s not like he uses the Malakhim; only one he has isn’t even being ‘used’ per se. “Just think it takes guts.”
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
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Rangetsu clan, Rokurou
an intellectual.
like this post if u agree
@xathkeeper
“You that runaway malak the Abbey’s been whinin’ about?” His tone is playful, almost as if he admires the wind malak for his guts -- or at the very least that he’s amused by such actions. But even the Legate has to admit it’s no easy feat for a malak to get away from them.
weird lol my icon on mobile is rokurou but on my laptop it's shigure? WHAT ARE YALL SEEIN LOL...
I’m concerned when people seem to be incapable of conceiving that a character can have a good heart while occasionally being a jerk, selfish, hypocritical, unfair, unreasonable, hurtful, etc etc because last I checked, that’s what real people were like
cute date idea
we have a duel with swords. if you disarm me, im yours.
“Siblings Day? What kind of a dumb holiday is that?! Ahaha! Rokurou!! Since you’re all I got left, guess I’ll play nice today! C’mere and let me give you a big ‘ol bear hug!”
“I just remembered I have to go wash my dog. Maybe next year.”
got damn???? honestly i think shigure wears that because the abbey requires something with sleeves and that’s the bare minimum so he just gets away w it by a margin. lol
starter call for shigure!
