#sheyearns

[gloomy-glen]

@sheyearns : Lacie was standing in the doorway of her brother's room, pouting and arms crossed on her chest. She was not saying anything, just glaring at him. "....."

Oswald had just finished some paper work Levi had asked him to do when he noticed his sister standing in his doorway; she looked upset. Had he done something? He didn't recall doing anything. It was hard to tell with her. He probably should apologize, go ahead and get it out of the way. No, that isn't right; perhaps he should test the waters first. "Lacie...is something wrong?"

#hopefully this is alright!! #Sheyearns

[redlineoffate]

@sheyearns said:

"🎵 The eternity of my dream is sealed The mistake hidden deeply The trail back fades away and I see you no longer

Goodbye... 🎵 "

( for Oswald :3 )

Lacie's singing always calmed him down. No matter how bad his soul was, her singing could give him peace. But not at this time. The closer that day approached, the more his heart ached. Should he really throw his sister into the Abyss? Is it really impossible to do otherwise? Why is their fate so cruel to both of them.

"Your singing is beautiful as always, Lacie…"

#sheyearns #🎹 ┈┊muse: oswald baskerville #📌 ┈┊paper work » ( answered ) #thank you!

[brawlqueen]

"Can you bring that to me? I will pay you double~"

" it is literally right there. " the rookie police officer quirks a brow into her hairline; expression half baffled and half annoyed in one sitting. with her straight-laced, no nonsense tone, it's easy to find that mizuki's response isn't the most courteous or dutiful in terms of catering to the people she had promised to protect - but this was ridiculous, was she just toying with her? geez! eccentric sure fit this woman; eyes as crimson as the way tama fit in ryuki's left eye socket.

" look , i'll do it but , it's just pop. it's right there in the vending machine, ma'am. " the other woman's tone slightly frayed; hiding the strained annoyance and rather failing. if she was twelve or younger, mizuki wouldn't have even remotely given her a chance to be near her, let alone speak to her; the distrust rampant even more if possible in her youth.

" look , the whole 'i'll pay you for a can of pop' thing is . . . not necessary. but if you're going to ask the police or the authorities for anything, can you, er, take it more seriously? " bluntly and flatly does she move away from her; braids lightly turning with the motion as she heads to the vending machine. idly popping a coin in and waiting for the metallic clink, brain sparking with a way she could pay her back.

" i can't accept payment from a civilian, and er, i don't need money. i'm doing fine, thanks. but how about this ? next time, if you actually really need something, come to me then instead of joking around. "

#lacie: i've decided to trouble the authorities #mizuki blankly staring: please don't ever meet my boss. #she and boss would get along LMAO #oh lacie.... #i was tempted to reply with 12 year old aka og mizuki! but i went with this bc it's hilarious #lacie u lil menace #𝐈𝐂 *ೃ༄ braver than all flowers. #𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 *ೃ༄ sweet silent thought. #𝐕; 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 / 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐈 *ೃ༄ an end and a rebirth. #sheyearns

[ofstarsandskies]

@sheyearns​ || Had a random starter idea ;U

Is that... Alice? Ludger thought as he spotted an old friend. Or, so he thought; call him crazy, but this lady carried herself different. The Alice Ludger knew would be doing laps around the market, particularly in the meat section. Looking at the stranger(?) though, he got this sense of... detachment. But ‘assumptions never do you good’ or whatever-- he’d just have to bite the bullet and approach!

“Excuse me, would you happen to know someone named Alice?” Ludger asked, though he quickly realized his stupidity. “S-Sorry, just a name’s pretty vague. Um, the Alice I’m thinking of looks like you except shorter, loves meat, and never really seems to say people’s names right. Never thought I’d hear someone call me ‘Luncher’, but for a nickname it was definitely memorable. Does any of that sound familiar?”

#sheyearns #v;; Winnego Morderca #[Recalling my old RPs since 2014 lol]

[mortau]

@sheyearns x

        “No, this place is perfect.” SHE COULD’VE CHOSEN A better place to enjoy herself but the weather looked so lovely from out here, she didn’t want to move away. “There’s nobody around here and I like it better when my head is clear and there are no voices to disturb it.”

What an odd, but amusing, woman. "I see - I do apologize if my voice is a disturbance." It wasn't said with spite, nor was it said with a genuine sense of regret. More a sense of intrigue. "If it's no issue, dear, I'd like to know your name."

#sheyearns #Angelisa || IC #VERSE || MAIN VERSE #q

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @sheyearns ( "SOURCE" );

if you're good at something, never do it for free.

" certainly, it is good to know the value of your talents. but there are times where money is of little importance... though, i suppose that is subjective. " for him, that was, money meant very little. he didn't flaunt his riches, even if it was true that over the many years, he'd saved up... a good amount, to say the least. " then again, a trade can be conducted through more than a simple money exchange... i do not require much. simply knowing that my services were helpful is good enough. fills the heart with warmth. especially since sometimes, that's all people can offer to you... their gratitude, that is. "

" what's your price? "

#comms. ( “OUTGOING” ); #records. ( “OFFICIAL” ); #reports. ( “CERBERUS” ); #sheyearns #// i think this is an interesting delve into his own personal values. and in turn also lacie's since he'd like to know her own stance on i #// ty for sending!

[eternadyne]

THE FIVE SENSES. | (𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒) ― sender gives receiver flowers. / @sheyearns​

Never before has he seen eyes so starkly red ——— so red, in fact, that it rivaled the single rose placed so delicately in his hand; its petals wilting ever so slightly, but one would never be able to tell at first glance. Curious as he was toward the meaning behind it, the elder viera appreciated the gesture nonetheless, as a stranger’s kindness could be hard to come by in a world such as their own. After taking a moment to smell the rose, he gazed down at the girl with a pleasant smile, continuing to find himself fascinated by the mystery surrounding her presence here.

“Ah, it smells just as heavenly as it looks! Thank you, my dear.” And as it was only a single flower, there was no need to procure anything more than a small vase for it. How convenient! “On that note, I don’t believe we’ve ever met until today. Are you new to the neighborhood, by any chance?”

#( a new mission✦ ic ) #( pneumatic scholar ✧ mana altalune ) #sheyearns #ty for sending !

[xamassed]

⟬ @sheyearns / sc. ⟭

"Ah, crap! No, no, no! My cards!" It was almost unfair how nature worked. The wind, free as ever, took that precise moment to whisk past, taking with it the cards that he had only just finished organizing.

Most of the fluttering cards were snatched by the frantic oni, but there were a few that were flicked out of reach by the breeze. Fortunately for him, there was someone nearer to them than he was.

"Hey, grab those for me, will ya? I can't lose 'em!"

#sheyearns #「 ( itto ; ic ) 」 #「 v. it's my job to not have a real job ( itto ; genshin ) 」

[ofdraiocht]

@sheyearns​ "The past is in the past. Yet, I find myself to be dreaming of the old days... Those peaceful days, with Jack and my brother." They were fond memories before she was engulfed by death. Now everything felt better... the coldness, though, still following her. (for Gil!)

“Dreaming of the past isn’t a bad thing. Especially if you have fond memories of them.” He knew he had fond memories of his master before Oz and even of Jack himself. He had his memories of Oz and Alice. Break and Sharon and Vincent. Waiting was long and lonely sometimes but he knew it would be worth it in the end. 

“Ah but--” 

“Would you mind, telling me about them? About Jack? And Master Gle-- Mn, Oswald. Of Oswald? The Jack and Oswald that you knew?” He asked, curious. “I remember him looking....lonely sometimes. And sad. What was he like...before he became Glen?” 

#sheyearns #[gilbert: answered] #they bond!

[snowfeathered]

continued from here // @sheyearns

Oz thought and thought for a moment. He remembered vaguely the silhouette of a girl just like her...

Wait...

"Lacie....?"

It took him a while to remember it, but now he remembered her fully.

"It's you...! My first friend after you named me!"

He would pull her into a hug then, feeling tears fall like snowflakes as they trickled down his cheeks.

#( run rabbit run ; oz ) #( ic ; reply ) #sheyearns

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

the salty AF munday meme

DIFFICULT. THEMES. TO NAVIGATE THROUGH...

I know some people like to keep their blog aesthetics on top and I understand that, but it’s another thing to break one of the rules of web design: make websites easy to read/navigate through.

I understand coding a theme is hard-- I have yet to work on that myself, but you can’t expect to make that as an excuse to go for a difficult theme to navigate through.

Hell, there’s a ton of themes for you to go for-- hell, check @theme-hunter if you’re looking for themes-- that blog has reblogged a ton of themes from other tumblr theme programmers to make it easier to look through. If there’s no good theme else, then at least find the theme closest to that aesthetic while also make it easy to navigate through. Trust me, your mutuals will thank you for it.

#ask answered #the mun who takes care of everyone here | mun #sheyearns

[castelleve]

@sheyearns​ asked: “I’m not sleeping. I’m taking a long blink.“

“Well, I definitely suppose that’s one way to put it. But, aren’t there more comfortable places to have a long blink?” After all, it was rather cold out, and Angelisa couldn’t imagine the cold, hard dirt was very comfortable. 

#sheyearns #Angelisa // IC #Experiment Inquiries // Asks

[scarlxtleaves]

loud deafening silence meme / accepting / @sheyearns​ :Revelation ( for Alhaitham! )

He sat silently, keeping to himself reading a book, then out of the blue came this stranger asking him a question. The scribe was only half listening and just reading through the information laid upon the page then takes the time to look at her, before nodding his head. “Yes, the marketplace is open, I’m sure you’ll find all you need.” That was it right? Yes, it didn’t take too long to aid a stranger or traveler with whatever they needed, but more importantly he simply wanted to resume with his reading.

Then once that reading came to its conclusion (a half an hour later) the book was then closed, his attention was once again shift from the pages in the book towards the outside world only to see that very same young woman that came to him earlier for help, calling him out on lying to her that the marketplace was open when in fact they were all closed. Yes he knew that but he didn’t expect her to come back to throw that in his face.

“IF I’m being honest I just wanted you gone so I could continue my reading. But now that I’m done, if you would allow it then I can escort you towards Port Ormos.” His expression was still stoic but the invitation legitimate, it wasn’t because he wanted to make amends from his previous lie. He figured this would be the quickest way to get relief, Archons knows how this woman would act if he would simply brush her off now. For the sake of peace he’ll play the role of a guide.

#❛ mail ━━ you're losing your way but i'll carry you home. #sheyearns

[lightcreators]

@sheyearns​

Casual  expression  appeared  on  his  face,  where  a  gentle  condescension  dotted  his  smile.  Never  was  allowed  something  else  to  entering  inside  that  discrete  words  on  his  feelings,  never  someone  was  allowed  to  becoming  that  gentleness  shoulder  able  to  accepting  sweetness  of  his  worries  …  nevertheless,  he  half-refused  compassion  coming  from  here.  Either  way,  there  will  no  submission  over  the  merely  accepteance  of  two  advices  he  should  taking  great  care  to  apply  :  allowing  himself  to  expressing  his  feelings  freely,  without  sensing  an  desire  to  bring  hurt  on  someone  else  or  under  rabbits  bear  as  mere  consolation  …  and  allowing  himself  to  grow  beyond  obsessive  care  over  his  brother.  It  was  an  impossible  renunciation,  a  decision  that  would  never  be  made,  a  thought  that  he  was  forbidden  to  even  consider.  Sometimes  he  hoped  to  feel  same  disgust  when  an  outside  person  tried  to  have  compassion  for  him  …  nevertheless,  coming  from  her,  coming  from  a  person  knowing  his  same  degree  of  despair,  that  resentment  was  better  controlled,  quieter.  She  was  speaking  of  experience,  he  could  beliving  every  word  of  such  sentence,  of  course.  However,  he  didn’t  asked  to  been  saved,  didn’t  expected  to  suddently  found  forgiveness  or  right  sentiment  in  his  existence.  He  lose  exceptations,  when    distractions  were  amusing  ephemerality.  Still,  he  cannot  contredict  strange  affections  he  had  —  different  of  someone  else  he  knew,  different  of  even  the  obsessive  love  Jack  expressed.  He  had  sweetest  possessive  tenderness,  at  which  he  laughed  at  this  game  of  mirrors.  He  wanted  to  save  her  inside  ignorance  of  circumstances,  and  remained  a  fragment  of  the  past  as  glowing  ghost  remaining  as  long  as  possible.  Maybe  he  had  a  particular  interest  in  her  breaking  everything  she  could  find,  and  giving  him  another  taste  of  difference  in  his  existence  …  by  being  delicate  not  to  break  her  represented  porcelain.    ❝  I’m  going  to  end  up  believing  that  you  feel  unsuspected  affections  for  me,  to  show  you  constantly  affectionate  and  worried  about  me.  Did  you  hope  to  free  me  from  my  torments  the  same  way  I  manage  to  save  you  from  your  pain  ?    ❞  He  had  given  up  on  assault  again,  but  refused  to  plead  to  her  compassionate  feelings.    ❝  I  take  note  of  your  experience.    ❞  Was  a  sentence  spoken  with  indifference.  Beside  her,  betrayal  of  his  despair  appeared  often…  although  he  didn’t  ask  for  any  particular  comfort  …  whether  it  was  disastrous  state  of  his  being  or  his  concern  for  his  brother  whose  actions  were  meticulously  observed.  ❝  You  give  too  much  importance  to  a  heart  which  cannot  respond  in  the  way  you  wish.    ❞

#sheyearns #ic :: vincent nightray #verse tbt. #long post / #( answered. ) #this is why he cannot have nice things #like lelouch he is enclosed in his cocoon #outside to just reflecting ~same problem he have~ #vincent and lacie tbt.

[xsalvaticn]

@sheyearns​ | x

Blue eyes narrow as he could feel whatever ill feeling his intuition prodded at him only grow further. On first glance alone Vanitas had already decided that she was untrustworthy; someone that he didn’t wish to have as company for too long. Having her protest on his clumsy attempt for an escape did nothing more than make him feel justified.

“Unfortunately, that’s how some things go.” A false smile pulls on his lips as he turns just slightly to face her, dispelling the darkened expression he had adopted privately while doing so. “My responsibilities are far too important to simply toss aside, mademoiselle! Besides --- I’ve been told i’m dreadful company. Perhaps you can look at it as me doing you a favor by departing so soon!”

#sheyearns #v; ( summon the moon of your origin ) main #;closed #// vani doesn't trust her as far as he can throw her JDOGKFDOG #hope this is okay! #;q

[mortau]

@sheyearns asked: ❝ I asked you to have my back and you chose chaos. ❞ (for Damian)

"Perhaps, but I still got your back, eh?" It seemed some people had been following her. Damian wasn't in any position to be using magic often, but he did cast the smallest of spells... to enchant the offenders' clothes.

One of them was now chasing after their animated pants. The other was buried in a mound of plants as their shirt had started growing cotton.

He loved necromancy loopholes.

#sheyearns #VERSE || MAIN VERSE #q #Damian || IC #INTERACTION || ASKS