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[denimecho]

Do you ever think about Lysandre and Professor Sycamore?

Not really. I used to like both characters quite a bit, but that was almost ten years ago now.

#;replies

[irregardlessly-tish]

24

Send me a number between 1 and 100 and I'll tell you what song that was in my spotify wrapped !

there's a line of this song that makes me think of zeke which is 'you tasted like mint, tobacco and coffee', which is sung like it's the best thing ever to taste when kissing someone but I personally think it's pretty gross

#;replies #spotify wrapped #recipeforselfdestruction13

[devotionbled]

‘  some  people  are  born  with  a  piece  of  night  inside,  and  that  hollow  place  can  never  be  filled.  ’

THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS. || Accepting.

Beneath clavicles, bone meeting bone—there rages a tempest, all drenched in murder and salvation alike. Her hand curls tight around a hilt of a blade, steps light as she dances across uneven stone. Training grounds their stage, she listens carefully even when she scoffs. There is no twitch of the lips to be found, harsh crescent damned to a straight line. Dull eyes all narrow, she does not refuse his vocal song. 

Barnabas is old. 

Barnabas has seen much she has not the fortune to witness in her newborn existence: 24 years of winter, and she thinks it could not compare to the everlasting stretch of his existence. Barnabas’ existence, though nebulous, seems to be violently drowned in the finality of eternity. He has long existed before her—before Joshua.

All people are born the same. Naked and wailing, yearning for a mother’s breast. She thinks of the children she let bleed from her and denied before they could take hold in a belly—all in service for flames. She quietly wonders if they would have hollow hearts, night embracing a heart, for she could not love them if things were different.

If.

A slow tilt of Jote’s head--words seeping, and she clicks her tongue as she thinks carefully. 

“Are you speaking for yourself?” The irony of it is not lost on her; her steps heavy as she refuses to fall (the stance of war must make one steady, infallible to wind and weight yearning to push). 

“Are you confessing to a lowly servant of the heartless?”

The shrill screech of a blade meeting a blade—she is weak compared to his might, muscles rippling below flesh as she pushes, feet sliding. She tries and tries to exert, against what feels fluid as air, all nothingness.

“I must disagree. You must have had a heart once upon a time, Your Majesty,” a tongue slips past lips to taste the sweat beading—all birthed from her determination to push. It is salty and foul. “Allow me to dissect you to see how hollow you are, Odin. I want to see it."

#;ask answered #;replies #thcrmr #ty you are the best this is the best #omg i enjoyed thios so much

[coollyinterferes]

@strebcr in response to this post

"Me neither, if I'm honest." There's a small pause before he adds, "I guess you could say--" Don't say it, don't say it, don't sa--

"--that was a cheeky move on their end, huh?"

#[ass puns.... literally] #[lol] #strebcr #;replies

[yourleaderandbeacon]

OOC

More or less the same. Lost my job because the company closed down. Got another job, business got bought out by another one that drives CLU up the wall with how they run things the more we learn. He goes 'This is not the perfect system.' a lot. Especially after I got promoted to an Assistant Manager position.

Health wise, had a few bouts with the virus that shall not be named. Found out I'm on the Hypermobility Spectrum which explains so much. Makes my Doctor make faces with the things I can do.

Otherwise, just taking things one day at a time.

#eaion #;replies

[tsurugixbuster]

@stingslikeabee

The hero has little use for pretty stones and shiny bobbles. To Zack his reputation is a sacred thing. His honor wears on his shoulders like the pelt of some mighty beast. It is treasured beyond compare. It is a direct reflection of his soul. It is how he compartmentalizes it all. How he comes to terms with being a warrior.

With being a weapon of Shin-Ra.

It is what he refers to as his Pride as a SOLDIER. It is the way Angeal taught him how to live. It is the way he continues to live on, in Angeal's memory.

Zack is not like other people.

He is not some hollow man of Shin-Ra. An empty soul corrupted by fame and wealth. He does not fester in the filth below the plates, wallowing in it with some grand scheme to capitalize on others misfortunes. It is beneath him.

To try and prey on the weak.

He would sooner take up his sword and strike down such a person. He tows the line just enough to keep himself employed. Most of the henchmen in Wall Market had Shin-Ra employee ID cards, and the company hated internal conflict....

Zack's features beam at her words. His hand releasing her own after the slight bow and kiss. He hardly deserves all this praise. He assumes some of it is even in jest given the circumstances they both find themselves in.

There is just something so incredibly exciting about Melissa... Something that keeps the raven haired man coming back. She even encourages his heroics at times. Not that he needs anymore of that. Those glowing azure eyes peer down into hers, illuminating even in Wall Market's dimly lit streets.

"I'm sure we can find something I'm bad at, if you'd like to go out again."

#stingslikeabee #;replies #this was in response to the hand kiss prompt #just in case i didn't make that understood in the post #thanks for the response

[mediicusvitae]

@polarurchin​​ said: Bold to assume that incident would put Uni off... jk unless? 😳

“Go and put a coin into the curse horny jar!” 

#{ uni really thought 'do me next 😩💦' huh agshdfshgfadshgfsadhg } #polarurchin #;ic #;crack #;replies #suggestive cw

[sweetscenes]

@sunshinespeedster​ from here ! 

 Tim felt himself relaxing hearing Bart agree with him to go skating. Some of the tension in his shoulders left, becoming more lax in his posture. Around Bart, he found himself not having to focus on his image too much. He could just be Tim Drake, not the prodigious hero of Gotham and young vigilante. Although Bart could be a bit exhausting, Tim wouldn’t trade their interactions for the world. 

 His eyes stared at Bart���s arms for a moment, recalling how warm he usually felt in them. But the challenge presented... he couldn’t ignore that. His competitive nature refused to allow him to turn down any kind of bet or race. Plus, living and interacting with members of his family brought out that kind of trait. 

 “Like I’d resist the chance to kick your butt!” Accepting a challenge from a speedster to race was one thing, but he was just happy to spend time with his friend. Sue him if he wasn’t entirely logical all the time. Putting his skateboarding down, he kicked it up so he held the top part of it. 

 “Last one to reach the skatepark buys food?” Tim asked, wanting to make things interesting. Although, Tim resolved to pay for the food regardless on who won. He was a literal billionaire. 

#;sunshinespeedster #;replies #;bird kid - tim drake

[ironwills]

@theendcaller​:  Because I'm a showman! I inspire the crowds! It's what I do!

  “ You’re missing the clown suit and nose then ”

#theendcaller #;;ic #;replies

[youchxse]

Zack couldn't promise there wouldn't be more monsters attacking the slums. If she recalls they hadn't been together long before a group of monsters attacked them. The SOLDIER would fight the monsters off just like he did then. Not that she couldn't do it herself. She had made it perfectly clear she was more than capable of that. Those glowing azure eyes peer back at her curiously. His trademark grin highlighting his features. Something he can't help but do whenever he looks at her.

Zack doubted things could be as simple as all that, but he hoped that it was. He'd had enough of the adventuring and the fighting; At least for now.

"Hey let's not go dragging Tifa into this. I think we can figure things out, just the two of us."

There is definitely a wink that follows his words. An insinuation that perhaps he has not had his fill of their time alone. He leans in dangerously close then. His gaze staring deeply into those emerald hues.

@lastflowerpetal

#lastflowerpetal #;replies #ouo

[denimecho]

@meow-jeka I love you too🥺💞

This is so tender. Thank you💚

#;replies #I'm keeping this ask in my inbox. It's one of those joy sparking ones

[irregardlessly-tish]

Heyy, I have a question for you 😊

Who do you think are the top 5 people in aot to accept Zeke and Eren's relationship?

Hey there! Hmm, let's see...

Yelena, I think she would be their 1º fan and supporter

Mikasa, I don' think she'd be exactly thrilled about it at first but i that makes Eren happy then she'd be happy

Armin, similar to Mikasa, if it makes eren happy... but I think he'd have a bit of a harder time coming to terms with it

Reiner, he has too much ptsd, he has seen too much shit, if two people in his life are happy then its okay, even if they are related, who cares at this point?

Jean, I feel like he'd be like "yeah, that checks out", he cares about Eren but he doesn't exactly have the highest opinion on him so it's a bit of a shock to know they are dating but the shock fades pretty quickly

#;replies #ephe merally #zekeren

[devotionbled]

❛   i am deathly afraid of almosts. of coming close to what i want and then falling just a little short.  ❜  

It is violent, that word.

Almost.

She has been almost free, a sister demanding Jote to leave the Phoenix behind, to let her step into the role of attendant. The Undying whispered their desire to reward her for her service—with eternal rest, wolfsbane crushed and purple petals kissing the stone mortar.

Perhaps it was just her sister, not the Order, singing for her demise.

She almost starves, gorging herself upon a belly empty of nourishment. It turns itself out in its own battle. Joshua is everything. When rations run low, herbs are nowhere to be found, and beasts left running as opposed to the slaughter—she is the first to deny herself food. Joshua is skinny and tall—he cannot afford to be all bones. For a Phoenix to survive—yes, yes, he is human, she sees him human against all odds—he needs to be fed.

So, she almost starves; it is natural to her.

She forgets to eat, even now sitting with Clive among the wastelands of nothing, fire blazing, meat stewed in a pot. She stares, and she stares at him from across the inferno, brow curving upwards; a rare show of curiosity.

“It seems you are accustomed to it, my lord,” a thin, metal rod slips into the warmth of swirling broth. “Almost seems to be your creed.”

Almost. It rolls off the tongue with a vile easiness.

“What shall you do? I believe further rebellion is in order. The fight should not end until you are dead. Almost be damned.”

A thumb ghosts against hot metal to dirty pale flesh with the stew’s remnants. A tongue flicks out to taste the broth.

“I believe it is almost done. You did well for the hunt—there is no almost with that, my lord. Your lady mother cannot deny it.”

#;ask answered #flameblessed #;queue are the undying flames #ty so much for the ask aaaa #;replies

[coollyinterferes]

@askrossiel in response to this post

"Ah... I suppose?"

"Really need a rebuttal for that, 'cause I can't be arsed with that kind of stuff."

#[i can't with his puns dsfdgfFDGFHGhj] #;replies #askrossiel

[devilishgreen]

@ladiesofhell​ answered my sentence prompt | here

 Shego smirked, looking at the young Goetia royal. She wasn’t sure what made her want to protect and take Octavia under her protection and act as sort of a... sister to her, but she was definitely better than her brothers. 

 She was filing her nails, looking at them and examining the shape. They looked sharp and dangerous, but not nearly enough. Those same hands she was looking at had killed four men who had not only harassed her, but had the nerve to touch her. 

 The black haired woman looked back to Octavia again, her smirk growing bigger. Of course Octavia had heard worse, this was Hell after all. Shego wasn’t claiming to be a badass with those four kills, her attitude and abilities spoke by itself when it came to her danger level. Besides, she didn’t see the need to posture around Octavia. Shego respected her, why would she treat her like she treated those who she disliked? 

 “They annoyed me.” Was all Shego said, before moving on. They would regenerate anyways, right? Plus even if they didn’t... nobody would mind if a few scumbags got their just desserts. “Have you been to Stylish Occult recently? You have to show me what you got.” 

#;ladiesofhell #;replies #;viv #helluva boss tw

[tsurugixbuster]

For as long as Melissa could remember, Valentine's Day was incredibly busy for her - either as a honeygirl or running the inn afterwards, the date that celebrated love and companionship was always an important one in an industry like hers. Only on that year - the madame was nowhere to be found; she was not in Wall Market, but on the other side of the plate.

A date - these seemed to keep coming, although Melissa still did not fully understand why. However, it was undeniable that the woman was having fun - particularly when the 1st Class sounded so determined to offer the real experience she had never been exposed to. The courtship, the actual activities done together, even receiving flowers - these were normal things for most women growing up, but not Melissa.

In a way, it was really adorable. Whether or not Zack knew about it all, he was healing something the madame did not realize had been hurting until that moment. Sitting with him close to one of the many accesses to under plate area, she was given a very privileged view of the Midgar skyview - a place civilians were not admitted to, but his credentials allowed the SOLDIER to go mostly everywhere.

Sighing softly, Melissa moved to press a kiss to his cheek - unannounced and without a real reason but for the gratuitous display of affection. It worked to have the man turning around to face her - and the brunette decided he had earned it. In a normal world (or according to what she heard from her own girls), Zack had proved himself worthy of the next step, as much as women like Melissa hated the way physical desire was labeled and treated by most of society.

"I think I told you, but a voluntary date on Valentine's Day is a novelty to me," the madame said, peering up into his mako blue eyes, "And so would be having company for the night. I guess the question is - would you like to have me stay or come back with me, Zack?"

It wasn't often that the SOLDIER used his position for personal gain. He made a particular exception, just this once.

For her.

Zack has grown accustomed to his own fair share of horrors, though perhaps none quite like Melissa's. He shoulders them and tries to move on the best he can. It is all he knows how to do. He is an ever perpetual bright smile and an optimistic grin. It is silly to many people. He has met several people within his own branch of Shin-Ra who have grown cold, almost distant after the fighting was over.

But not Zack.

Zack held onto his dreams and his pride. Zack soldiered on, continuing to believe that he was doing some good. These little moments were proof of that. Where he gets to sit and enjoy the quiet with a beautiful woman.

He enjoyed it honestly. He didn't pry into Melissa's affairs. He didn't care to question her about her past or try and force her to open up to him. She made it clear that it had been hard on her, and he respected that. If she wanted to talk about it she would, if she didn't want to.

Oh well.

There were plenty of other things for them to talk about.

"The date might be a novelty, but the romance is real."

The kiss on his cheek is all the encouragement he needs to sweep the queen up off her feet and into his heavily muscled arms. His features are alight. Those glowing azure eyes are open wide. His cheeks glow with a pinkish hue as the blood comes rushing to his face.

He tilts her head back then and returns the kiss. Finding her lips with his own for a few brief moments. This kiss is drawn out as much as it can be, before he lifts his head back away from hers. If only far enough to speak.

"It's about the same walk either way. Granted your place is a little nicer than mine."

Not that the luxuries permitted to SOLDIER weren't nice and all, but Shin-Ra didn't really accommodate for things like guests or personal lives. His parents had never even been to the city to see him.

"Either way I'm sure everybody will buzzing when they see you."

#stingslikeabee #;asks #;answered #;replies #valentines day #pls ignore that bee joke at the end #i could not resist