#rapturefell

[conseille]

HEY MEI I MISS U ILU I WISH W/ ALL MY HEART THAT UR DOING WELL AND I JUST LOGGED ON BC my heart is always full of "hope mei is having a good day" energy!!!!!!!

OOC . ❜ ⋮    

third eye has been closed all winter break...but it’s open now...i’m alive...!!! LOVE YOU TATSU and hope you’ve been well too 💕💕💕💕💕💕 hope you’ve been having the relaxing time you deserve and that you’re treating yourself to all the most expensive skincare....xoxo 🧴

#( reminder u r my sunshine ) #( have the best 2020 ever okay ) #( answered . ) #( ooc answered . ) #rapturefell #answered

[dovecall]

❤ + u bc ur a NERD

wow the nerd strikes back… NDKNDDM OKAY I’M GONNA BE SERIOUS RN!! tatsu.. you’re so wonderful, you’re so great?? you’re one of my closest friends on here and i’m so glad you exist and are breathing. you’re super sweet.. like sugary sweet and your sense of humor is incredible and even if you vore me.. it’s okay 😌 dnkdnd i love you a lot!! i love your muses so much too!! i love sid, i love blair, i love the night traders, isaac, ophi, winnie, sam, abel, astra, cain, bel, gavin, baby dungeon, effy, and ada with all my heart!! i always get so hyped when you say an idea for an oc.. because i know they’ll be just as lovable, undeniably unique and wonderful to read about. you have such a way with words when you write that it’s almost like you’re spinning magic from your fingertips.. if that makes sense? ndkdndk CAN I TALK ABOUT SIDS CANON AM I VALID.. i’m talking abt it because you worked so hard and the amount of love and detail you put into it is so amazing?? novelists aren’t woke enough.. you even added verses from a bible YOU made?? that’s amazing that you created this entire world with all of these amazing arcs and characters that are all so incredibly detailed… it’s awe-inspiring, honestly!! i’m so happy you’re here and we’re friends, you’re such a wonderful part of my days and the dash!! you deserve all the best tatsu!!!!!!!

also vivi is a mess idk her       @rapturefell !

#Rapturefell #･ﾟ ✧ . ooc . #i went off but can you blame me?????? #ilysm tatsu i'll give u all my syringes xoxo

[clawins]

sid vc ur literally dumber than my fertilizer

io vc u are what u eat

#io thinks sid eats fertilizer bye #rapturefell #ans.

[dadadaemoved]

"no... no, i didn't buy the cowboy hat for myself--it ... it was a gift from a friend, okay? that's all! i'm.. i'm serious! ... no, i'm not lying--" he's definitely lying and she totally knows it, which is why she's probably ribbing him so hard. the hat fits him too well. don't open the closet, you might find the beginning of a flannel shirt or two. he will, however, yank the offending accessory out of naux's grip and unceremoniously plop it onto her head as the brim sinks over her eyes.

         “Sid. Darling.” Even with the hat falling over her eyes, she managed to find his face and cup the side of it. “Siddly-widdly-piddly-poo. You have an enormous head. I hope it has something valuable inside it.” It wasn’t intended to be a major insult as much as a teasing jest. Naux grinned and pushed the ridiculous costume piece back, away from her face. “You have to do something more than this, you know. I need a hat too. I have needs just as you do.”

         She shimmied in place, hips swaying with secretive intent. “If I have a hat that fits me properly, I can wear it like a real cowgirl…with you as my stallion of course.” A wink. “You might not know it from looking at me, but I can really ride a horse.”

#rapturefell #*NAUX (and a long jacket.) #i hate their existence together #(but i love it even more)

[wraithery]

         ❝    thanks    .    you   didn’t   have   to   bring   it   over    ,    i   just   had   some   things   to   sort   out    .        ❞     the   sketches   scattered   across   his   table   are   in   a   messy   strew    ,    but    overlaps   in   the   beauty   of   disarray    .    he’s   in   the   middle   of   gathering   the   loose   sheets   when   the   other   walks   in    ,    so    painfully   out   of  place   amongst   the   expensive  dark   decor    .    from   the   mere   seconds   of   a   curious   head   peering   in   ,    chrollo   had   already   made   his   way   before   him    ,    taking   the   blooming   bouquet   from   his   hands    .              ❝    is   it   okay   to   leave   your   shop   empty    ?          ❞

@rapturefell   /    ♡

#rapturefell #✞・。.・ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 : LUCID VICES . #hehe u already know what this is

[ofstarlites]

"here, they're so juicy, they're like fuckin' ... fuckin' water balloons." he tosses her a yellow plum, except he's not looking so he lobs it almost in the opposite direction, so the both of them can watch the plum ... /plummet/ to the ground and splatter over the concrete like some bloody, fruity, dripping mess of a healthy heart attack. ".. well, they really are juicy."

Ceci watches the plum splatter onto the concrete almost lifelessly and crosses her hands together. “It definitely must be as juicy as you say it is, if it had to splat on the ground that dramatically.” Now she’s trying to hold in a small chuckle of both amusement and slight disappointment. “It would have been better experienced through taste, but at least I could experience it with my eyes.”

#( tatsu u madlad w the making me laugh out loud multple times without fail skfdhsk #everything abt it skdjunhfskd #i literally can't with this thank you!! #only a madlad like you can make writing beautiful and freaking hilarious at the same time ) #✧ will you be disappointed / that I'm not who I used to be? / will you hold me tightly? ( ceciverse; modern ) #✧ letters from the stars and sea ( answered ) #✧ the envy; it drives me / to show you all i can be ( ceci; ic ) #rapturefell

[moondips]

                     the    combination    of    morning   air    and    comforting    tranquility    becomes    the    catalyst    for   elation    to      settle     in    with    every    breath     that     he    doesn’t    forget    to    take     in     .    the    scent    of    wisteria    caresses    tenderly     ,     and    reminds    him    of    the    hurried    figure    that    he    can    only    ever    catch     a     vanishing    glimpse    of     .     the    thought     harries     his     attention    ,    and    takes    him    like    a    charm    .     before    long     ,     he’s    peering    at    the    same    silhouette    meandering     through    hanging    wisteria    ,    nerves   tugging   at    his    conscience     .     he    feels    guilty   for    peeking    ,     uncertain    of    what   frightens    the    other    so    much    about    him     but    compelled     by    a   determination   to    attempt    another    conversation     ,     he   debates   revealing    himself    .    perhaps    graced    by    a    sign    of    fate     ,    elegance    betrays    him   ,    as    his   anxious   shuffle   resonates    an    alarming    creak    of    floorboards    that    startles    him    ,    delicate    frame    stumbling    against   the    pillars    that   he   rests    against      .    shame     dusts    his    cheeks    in     a    soft    reflection    of    dawn’s   light    and    he   picks    himself    up     in    haste    and   grasps    at    the   robes    gathering    at    his     sleeves    when     their     eyes    meet     .    “    i    don’t    mean    to    intrude    —      …     i    apologise    !    i’ll     …   take    my    leave     now    .    ”  

@rapturefell    /    ily

#rapturefell #☾・。.・ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 *:･ﾟ✧ threaded by fate . #☾・。.・ 𝐕 : 𝐊𝐍𝐘 *:･ﾟ✧ #hehe ily #i'm feeding us with content

[lunima]

☾ BIG MOON SEA CRYPTID  ⇢ @rapturefell

IT  ISN’T  HIS  FAULT,  TRULY  IT  ISN’T.  the scent of him was new and she was naught but brine and understood so little of what lurked above. so when her mighty head rises from the depth to inhale, a sneeze erupts and drenches him.  an unfortunate greeting to say this least.

#rapturefell #verse tbt. #this could have been worse.... #she could be trying to eat him..... #but its still bad #sid i'm sorry

[raajasii]

" i got a crown fer you. " it's a burger king crown with the logo scratched out and some gold leaf plastered onto it to cover up the colorful tragedy. a very tongue - in - cheek mystery indeed.

Perhaps he’s meant to TAKE OFFENSE to such a haphazardly prepared gift,  its cheap materials and crude design in no way appropriate to be donned by a prince,  titular or otherwise.  The fact remains,  however,  that his kind benefactor must have kept him in his thoughts to some extent to even think to retrieve a  ‘ crown ’  for this surprise coronation   —   and though Soma won’t go so far as to make claims of being flattered over a piece of paper,  he does allow for a grin to tug at his lips as his head dips to accept the offering   ( and the surely tremendous responsibility it holds ) .      ❝ I shall rule these lands fairly and with grace. ❞

As for his first order of business …

                    ❝ Of course ,  if I am to be KING henceforth ,  I require my  loyal knight  to find me a proper signet ring !! ❞      Fingers wiggle for emphasis.      ❝ After which he might acquire the king’s good favor. ❞

#;; 👑 █ ic #;; 👑 █ an audience with his highness ◜ { ɪɴϙᴜɪʀɪᴇs. } #rapturefell #uhhhh he's into it......... #get him a ruby red ring pop : /

[conseille]

how enchanted he must be to find her clumsy antics to be so endearing! she fumbles the order from a table—her profuse apologizing sounding as sweet as the summer bells—and her frantic gesturing as cute as the decorations gifted to her. when she turns, her hip checks into a table and there goes the empty cup, flying from her hand! and yet, miraculously, she fumbles and catches it with the grace of a duckling. all it does, though, is warm his heart. he watches with rapt attention at all times;

this sort of scene is rare for him after all. he shows no interest in the soulless bond between bodies at pleasure houses and his eyes grow weary from all the men and metal. her face is truly the reprieve of sunlight between storms. and as his thoughts whirl, the spoon misses his mouth, wood against the edge of his lips, leaving a dribble of broth. he hastily wipes his mouth with the edge of his sleeve, ears burning with a silent mortification. he can only pray that she was not watching him back

- - -

        after endless seasons spent flurrying about the tables, she should know the tavern like the back of her hand by now. and by rights, she does; on a ordinary day she knows well the harmony of home where the corners meet, where the wood beams dip, where the floorboards creak forte. but it’s all turned labyrinth in sid’s presence; trays waver perilously on her palms as she squeezes through crowds out of step & out of rhythm. with her apron tied crooked and her elbow touched with turmeric, yerin’s still working to shake off the daze of last night. this morning, sunrise had discovered her in hesitant torpor, stepping into the hall with stupefaction as she wondered if last night had simply been a dream. certainly, it had played out like one – a midnight scene, sid arrived at the threshold at last, gentle & backlit by starlight as family and customers alike crammed at the stairs for a hungry gander of him.

     the spectacular had never been part of her life till that day she passed him a parcel of sausage buns and carrot daisies … but it’s real now because sid had come to her, after all. even with his own life of panoply & glory, he had come back to this den of rowdy cottagers and tipsy watchmen. her gaze remains mingled with both disbelief and awe, reassurance sorely, sadly distracted by the sheer lure of him. yerin had known he was handsome before, of course – she had noticed during his first visit ( she had bumped into something then, too ). but somehow over the months, his penned words seemed to inform her memory. a soft mention of sun, of summer, of surya would all hone the impression of him …  whittle his image both sweeter & finer at once. when she clung to his letters, he became impossibly striking in daydream, a person of fire & flowers, a person that surely couldn’t exist.

       … now sid sits at the table, emphatically superior to what feeble imagination could conjure. she knows him now and his kindness makes his grace. she longs to pause the world just for a longer drink of him, but everything rushes about her, hot cups & bowls pressed to her hands and patron coins rolled to her palm. tarrying makes her clumsier, but for once, she isn’t embarrassed – a longer glance of him is far worth the blunder. thoughts of her own image efface with his and she steals peeks between her tasks ( these pictures of him would be saved to the coffer of her memory again, taken out once he leaves for duty and she’s left forlorn ). he turns his head, she traces his jawline; he lifts his spoon, she admires his fingers. after she moves to pass a pitcher to her sister, she returns her attentions again – just in time to catch the dots of pottage at his chin.

          fingers touch to her lips in surprise, but she’s soon smiling beneath them, apple-cheeked. she nearly feels sorry for catching the moment, but … it’s far too precious to regret. he’s brought to life what she had discovered of him for certain by his fourth letter – he’s adorable, indeed. it seems blasphemous to think this of a soldier, even more so a captain ( even more so, when the thought comes from an innkeeper’s daughter ! ). but in that moment, she had seen the same man who would write wearily & warmly of his pigeon’s finicky tastes . .  and she knows, mismatched as armour and aprons as they may be, she could never love another more than she loves him.

#( this is so long LMAO but it was going to be even longer ) #( but ugh tatsu your writing.... ) #( this is honestly one of the favorite asks i've ever received like the absolute coziness of it is blinding ) #( it's like all the good things i like ... ) #( sweetness and clumsiness...broth... ) #( write a book already so i can vore it with my eyes ) #rapturefell #( ic answered . ) #( answered )

[dovecall]

19 for lonster bonster wonster monster

19.  write   what   your   muse   is   thinking   about   right   now  .

@rapturefell

#the light is getting more ugly as i go on... lonnie loves their best friend even though they want to pull on his chains off and ruin all his #edgy clothing #dw lonnie has that song in their head 24/7 i'm making them do that #rapturefell #･ﾟ ✧ . ooc .

[atlasfollowed]

" d... d'you think i'm gettin' fatter? " he can't tell where he's gaining--and he's been skipping a day or two at the gym--so he enlists the help of none other than his boyfriend. " here... feel here. " with his shirt lifted and his own fingers prodding at his waistline, he imploringly gazes at him with good intentions, despite alluringly disheveled appearance.

☾ *. ⎯⎯⎯ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒    /     @rapturefell .

       ❝ fatter..? I don’t actually recall you ever being ‘fat’ in the first place, baby… ❞   he really doesn’t need to, but only out of the goodness of his heart does he slip a marker into place & let the book fall shut in his hands before setting it off to the side, beckoning distressed partner to come closer so that he might more efficiently investigate this particular dilemma. he easily notes that lover looks the same as always from where he’s sitting, handsome & tall & fit as ever, but sid insists, still, on closer inspection. shiro heaves a sigh, rolls his eyes, but it’s all in good fun as he gets to his feet & pads into his boyfriends space, hands at the ready as he’s directed to touch rather than just look.

       ❝ well, if your plan was to trick me into feeling you up, it worked… ❞   he murmurs, though the guest appearance of the slightest of smiles when he briefly looks back up at his beloved betrays the bitterness of his tone. he’s intimately aware of the effects of bodily insecurity on one’s mind, can’t count how many times he’s come to the other looking for reassurance when his own confidence was waning, only to be made to feel whole again with a few kind words & a gentle hand. returning the favor doesn’t hurt in the slightest as flesh and metal digits alike glide over the velvet smooth skin of his waist, squeezing & prodding here & there as a reassurance that he really is checking & not simply humoring him.

       ❝ just as I thought… still solid as a rock, ❞   he concludes, poking at sid’s chest with one finger & a smirk, whilst the other hand moves to smooth over his bare side in slow, soothing strokes, tenderly tearing him away from a mildly obsessive search for self-imposed imperfections in favor of a lover’s affection.   ❝ and even if you weren’t, ❞   free hand finds one of sid’s & laces their fingers together, giving a comforting squeeze as he continues,  ❝ I would still love you, anyway… soft tummy and all. ❞ ♡

#rapturefell #sid vc you're no help at all i need someone to tell me to get my shit together #☾ *. ⎯⎯⎯ ❝ shiro & sid . ❞ ❨ ♡ rapturefell. ❩ #☾ *. ⎯⎯⎯ ❝ to the stars who listen ‚ and the dreams that are answered . ❞ ❨ ans. ❩

[bledthrice-moved]

@rapturefell

Leon happened across the man by sheer accident. The Gengar always wandered around the graveyard, but this time ventured further out than usual. He was a loyal creature by nature, but often found himself bored out of his mind. The graveyard was a stagnant place, but as much as Leon wanted to roam, Ferrus left the property very little.

So Leon took it upon himself to stalk the unsuspecting guest. So far, no one has attempted to harm Ferrus or any of his pokemon friends, but one could never be too careful. Besides...there was no harm in a little prank. Leon edged closer and closer to Sid, making a scary face and waiting to be noticed, but it looked like he got a little too close—another Gengar appeared! 

Leon’s plans were absolutely foiled and instead he directs his attention toward Dex. He stuck his tongue out and made a silly face. Bushes rustled nearby and his friend Ferrus appeared with leaves stuck in his hair. “There you are, Leon! You usually don’t go this far out. And here I was starting to get worried. . .” Ferrus’ attention shifted toward the stranger and his Gengar. “Oh, hello. Are you camping out here? The weather may change for the worse soon—if you need better shelter, my home is just north of here.”

Ferrus was used to offering mourners a place to stay. The graveyard was quite far off from any village, so he treated his own home more like an inn than anything else. . .not that he was ever terrible enough to charge a mourner for their stay. 

#rapturefell #[ VERSE ] pokemon;;

[dadadaemoved]

wow what the heck i miss u :(

interesting...I N T E R E S T I N G

i’ve still got beefs with tumblr, but now that i’m gone from it i have no friends anymore so uh. i might come back, maybe? i’m a lonely creacher

...gonna have to redo a lot of stuff tho

#i miss u too tho wow icb you miss me? #rapturefell

[hydrangeaguard-archived-blog]

@rapturefell cont. here

“I-I’m not trying to bother you, b-but I wanted to say thank you again, for hiring me. I’ll be doing my best, and hopefully it won’t be a problem if I ask a few questions here and there. My English is okay, but I still haven’t gotten a complete feel for where everything is.” She bowed her head out of instinct. Wanting to leave a good impression on the owner.

#rapturefell #is this okay????

[clawins]

flants

u literally come into my inbox to hurt me im deleting im getting rid of everything im done im d d.d. ea dim so dss a d im  ccyring, , ,why ww. . ould u do thi,, s to me i tho,, ught u wu.. wuved me i ,, ;; hate; ; u … ndfnnf , , fknrngfrjnglnr, ,,

#rapturefell #long lasting friendship over with tatsu paint is my only friend