#theirwarmth

[aicidos]

   “  enjoyed the show, did you ?  ”  as he turns around, yuri tries not to sound surprised by seeing him, despite sensing the presence two little songs ago. the children had scurried away to play---with that endearing little attention span they have---and now, yuri is not so sure of what to read on his expression. there’s no shame to be found on his own, however. only a tentative glint on his eye.  “  though, i’m not too fond of eavesdroppers.  ”  the songs were for the kid’s ears, after all.  @theirwarmth​ for dimitri or ashe !

#theirwarmth #or halfknighted..KJNGFJN in the end i couldnt pick who so i hope its ok dove ;o; choose whoever u seem fit better? ?

[halchron]

“Quiet, I am trying to think.” / ryukita 😏

* reactions // accepting

❝ right right, sorry. ❞

ryuji sighs as he slumps against chair, tilting his head so he could rest it on his arm and look at yusuke at the same time. he knew yusuke wasn’t talkative, at least on his level, even when he wasn’t painting, but this was just driving ryuji crazy. who could sit still in one spot anyways and just watch someone paint them ?! he lets out a long sigh, and he’s almost tempted to fall asleep.

❝ ... can i take a break soon ? ❞

#theirwarmth #not pictured: yusuke giving ryuji a death glare after this efrhtgdrfs #yusuke I'm sorry ryuji makes a poor model but also you asked lmao

[moonheld]

@theirwarmth​ !

      SHE HESITATES JUST FOR A MOMENT, fingers idly pulling at a loose thread from her uniform skirt. this is no good, she thinks for a second before trying to find the right way to approach yusuke on such a ... touchy subject. all the things she wants to ask him & say are so nerve-wracking, she’s almost tempted to tell him to to forget she called him to meet her at the diner in shibuya --- almost.

❛    um i’m, like, sorry in advance for this but ... I wanted to ask you about madarame.    ❜  shit was that too forward?  ❛    I mean -- after you changed his heart, did you feel any better? ... to be honest, i’ve been way too much in my own head trying to figure out how to feel about my mother’s palace, and what to once we steal her treasure. I dunno ... I just thought it’d be easy to get some clarity from someone who was in a similar situation to me.    ❜  

#theirwarmth #[miru voice] HIIIIII MADDY #we dying?? #tbt.

[knightstask]

@theirwarmth​​​ ♡’d for a starter !!

         the weight of the  SWORD THAT SEALED THE DARKNESS  was almost too much to bear at times.   it felt like there was nothing to be gained being the princesses appointed knight and too much was to be lost.   which was why link had shut everyone out,   why share such a heavy burden ?   he didn’t want pity nor did he want someone else to shoulder his responsibilities.   but by selfishly closing off and vowing nothing my silence–– numbness,   he had carelessly also pushed her away which was fair to her.   in trying to spare her feelings of how he had felt about wielding the master sword and having to fight calamity ganon he only made things worse for her feelings,   and he had no idea how to apologize for the heavy strain he had put on their friendship.   ... he never even once asked her how she felt about all of this.   ☞   i–   ☜   he hesitates only for a second before gaining the courage to open up,   at least a little bit & shoulder her possible burdens,   ☞   i never asked you, how do you feel about being the one to pilot  VAH RUTA ?   ☜ 

#theirwarmth #° ✧ ◞ ic. ／ adventure log. #verse tbt. #hi maddy #we :flustered: dying

[flamereign]

lea x ice cream otp for life

send me a crackship you have for my muse

the only ship i will ever accept as being absolutely, completely and 100% canon for life.  they’ll never break up. they’ll never have fights.  happy feelings forever. 

#have one maddy #have an ice cream on him #theirwarmth

[necrosin]

the door opens and he looks up from his studies to which he was half paying attention, if that. the café is so dark and the sun outside so bright that anyone and everyone coming in is little more than a SILHOUETTE upon entrance / but he recognizes her all the same in a rather instinctive fashion. the set of her shoulders and the fall of her jacket and the length of her hair. behind her the door rings shut in a clatter of noise and his papers rustle with the wind / despite him sitting in the booth furthest from the door.

he sets his book down ——— an honor, to be sure ——— and his head tilts towards the bar in a silent question : coffee? ( his apron is on / and he is technically working / yet the café laments in its loneliness lifted only by its sole inhabitant : a recalcitrant teenage boy. it sighs. )

@theirwarmth // for makoto !!

#theirwarmth #❛ ┈ i rebel ; therefore i exist ( akira / ic ) #❛ ┈ leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you ( akira / p5 ) #[ there's no reason for this other than i wanted to and i love you so uh... ]

[chaoslent]

“i miss my wife, tails.” // from terra asdfhjjgfrt

     HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT IT IS about himself that causes others to stop ,  sigh ,  and unload right before him ,  but ,  regardless ,  it seems that he can tack terra onto the list of many who have done so .  it is now tails’ turn to stop & sigh .  setting the wrench he’s been using to adjust the axle on the tornado’s landing wheels ,  he turns to give terra a considerate look .  ❛❛  y’know … i don’t really know how things work in your world ,  but i’m pretty sure you’d need to actually propose & marry aqua for her to be your wife ,  dude .  ❜❜

#this is the idea that came into my head and i made it happen #do we REALLY NEED exposition on how these 2 would even talk? #and how tails would even know about aqua? #nah we die like real men. with no exposition #*✶｡ — tails the fox :: IC !! #theirwarmth

[gorot]

  akira  is  good  at  setting  things  in  motion.  as  everything  does,  it  comes  with  a  fault;   𝘩𝘦  𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵  𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸  𝘩𝘰𝘸  𝘵𝘰  𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮  𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱.  goro,  had  he  been  on  his  prime  and  radiant  from  his  illusion  of  triumph,  would’ve  pulled  the  trigger  already.  it’s  how  he  knows  the  only  one  in  akira’s  way  is  himself,  and  that  might  just  be  to  akechi’s  advantage.  his  eyes  go  impossibly  narrow  at  this.  a  stab  to  the  chest:  he  hates  pity.

  ‘‘   you  .  .  .  you  don’t  mean  that.   ’’

    𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗶𝘁  𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁  𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺  𝘁𝗼  𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲  𝗮  𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.  in  an  alternate  timeline,  his  ideal  one,  kurusu  would’ve  never  continued  being  a  thief.  meaning,  there  would  have  been  no  need  for  the  air  to  be  filled  with  anything  other  than  fresh  brewed  leblanc  coffee.   ‘‘   it's  .  .  .  odd.  i  never  thought  i’d  care  for  you   as  much  as  i  do.  i  don’t  know  how  you  did  it,  but  .  .  .   ’’   akechi  takes  a  deep  breath,  the  gunpowder  settling  on  his  lungs.  it’s  too  late  to  entertain  that  thought  now.  it’s  too  late  for  anything,  contrary  to  what  akira  thinks.   ‘‘    .  .  .  it  doesn’t  matter  now.   ’’   see  ?  even  his  love  couldn’t  be  enough.

   he’ll  call  it  that,  love,  for  the  sake  of  having  something  to  gain  out  of  it.  in  the  end,  it  was  a  daze,  he  supposes.  threading  quietly  between  deceit  and  honest  to  god  emotion.  so  quietly  he’d  forgotten  where  he  stood,  and  is  now  facing  the  aftermath  of  genuine  care,  as  much  as  goro  would  love  to  deny  it.  would  love  to  love  with  all  his  heart.  it’s  not  the  right  timeline,  he  reminds  himself.

   the  last  of  his  strength,  or  spite,  has  him  struggling  to  grab  akira’s  wrist,  direct  the  gun’s  barrel  to  his  own  temple,  never  once  breaking  eye  contact.  he  waits  in  silence  for  two  beats,  one’s  of  his  heart,  and  does  not  move.  not  even  when  speaking,  despite  the  near  inaudible  crack  on  his  voice:   ‘‘   𝐢’𝐥𝐥  𝐬𝐚𝐲  𝐢𝐭  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐲𝐨𝐮,  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧.   ’’

@theirwarmth.  ♡

#theirwarmth #i saw your ask n immediately lost all domestication goodbye #do Not ask me when this is set or if it makes sense im . coping #ask to tag /

[wayweaver-m]

💏 // some aquarella ma'am

the    end    of     the    night    comes    far    too    quick    ,         she   finds   ,    drawn   harshly   from   comfortable   reverie   by   the   tolling   bell   .    she’s   been   here   for   hours   now   ,    revelling   in   the   peace   ,    the   ever   calming   atmosphere   of   the   castle   of   dreams       (      it’s   a   place   she   is   so   oft   drawn   to   ,    one   of   familiarity     &&     warmth   ,    solace   amidst   situations   so    complicated   .      )       leaving   is   always   the   worst   ,    tearing   herself   away   from   a   place   steadily   becoming   a   second   home     /     from   a   person   who   has   grown   so   irrevocably   dear   —      &&     despite   the   desire       (      overwhelming   ,    overwhelming   —      )       she   knows   the   words   must   at   some   point   find   the   air   .

her    hand    has    long    since   rested    atop    cinderella’s    ,         a   gesture   as   comfortable   as   it   is    tender    ;      they   sit   close   ,    knees   brushing   ,    &&     she   feels   more   than   simply    at   peace   .    she   remembers   fondly   soft   laughter   ,    bright   smiles   ,    a   shine   to   blue   eyes       (      &&     how   many    times   has   she   found   herself    entranced    ?    it’s   as   though   a   spell   has   been   cast   .    she   wouldn’t   have   it   any   other   way   .      )       her   movements   are   slow   ,    relaxed   ,    laden   with   such    fondness   —      she   weaves   their   fingers   together     &&     shifts   closer   ,    soft   hum   on   her   lips   .

there’s    an    urge    to    be    bold    ,         one   that   rises   in   the   beat   of   silence   ,    a   lull   in   conversation     &&     connection   .    she’s    happy    where   she   is   ,    more   than   simply    content   .    despite   it   all   ,    a   moment   of   thought   brings   the   idea   ,    one   that   proves    far    too   compelling    ;      newfound   closeness   is   a   blessing   ,    &&     she   acts   with   startling   confidence     /     lacking   hesitation   .    free   hand   rises   ,    fingertips   brushing   softly   against   cinderella’s   cheek   ,    a   feather   -   light   touch   ,    gentle   guide   —      she   leans   forward   ,    presses   a   gentle   kiss   to   the   corner   of   soft   lips       (      &&     she   cannot   help   the   way   she    lingers   ,    a   silent   count   of    one   ,    two   ,    three   —      )       

she    draws    back    ,     yet    does    not    stray    far    ,         corners   of   her   lips   drawn   upwards   —      voice   barely   above   a   murmur       (      there   is   little   need   for   anything   more   ,    after   all      )       when   finally   she   speaks   ,    fondness   lacing   her   tone   mirroring   that   which   rests   in   her   expression   .         ❛       i   had   a   wonderful   night   .       ❜         but   isn’t   it    always    ?    the   thought   lingers   ,    feeds   from   that    bravery   ,    despite   how   her   voice    quietens    with   soft   sincerity   .         ❛       you    make   the   time   i   spend   here   wonderful   .    thank   you   .       ❜

#   3   ,     as   a   goodbye         /   /   /         @theirwarmth

#✰ IN . #theirwarmth #✰ ANSWER . #IDK IF I MADE IT WORSE OR BETTER OR #WHAT #BUT THIS MADE ME SOFT !!!!!!! #:pray: .................... #i love the m ..........

[gunllet-blog]

“boo.” // from talking cat morgana

          »   @theirwarmth.

   ‘‘   𝐜’𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐠𝐮𝐲,   ’’   pets,  as  his  well - known  achilles’  heel,  trigger  an  instant  smile.  he’s  crouching  to  caress  the  cat  until  something  catches  his  eye:  oh,  𝘪𝘵  𝘩𝘢𝘴  𝘢  𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳.   ‘‘   lost  huh  ?   ’’

#theirwarmth #what mona says: boo #what leon hears: meoow #KTRGIJOHRYNJH #hes just one normal dude im sowwy mona he cant hear u..

[destinychose-a]

@theirwarmth asked  ⇢  “and we’re family, aren’t we?” // ven & terra 😭😭😭😭

the inexplicable logic of my life  //  selectively accepting

     family.  the  word  itself  is  warm  and  comforting,  an  unspoken  promise  of  unfaltering  support  and  unconditional  love  no  matter  the  trials  that  stand  in  their  way.  ven  wasn’t  sure  he’d  ever  get  to  experience  the  true  meaning  of  family  —  any  memories  he  might  have  once  had  of  his  childhood  and  parentage  have  been  stripped  away,  like  footprints  in  the  sand  washed  away  by  high  tide,  much  like  the  rest  of  his  past  —  but  everything  changed  when  xehanort  brought  him  to  the  land  of  departure. 

      master  eraqus  took  him  in  without  a  second  thought,  offering  him  a  place  to  call  home  and  the  chance  to  learn  under  his  thorough  tutelage.  terra  and  aqua  immediately  accepted  him  as  a  fellow  apprentice  and  friend,  treating  him  with  the  love  and  care  he’d  been  starved  of  for  far  too  long.  they  helped  him  recover  his  strength,  offered  nothing  but  patience  and  kindness  as  he  strove  to  relearn  even  the  most  basic  of  things,  cheering  him  on  as  he  struggled  and  lifting  him  up  with  words  of  encouragement  whenever  he  failed.  even  if  they  could  be  annoying  and,  at  times,  overbearing,  the  connection  they  forged  swiftly  became  unbreakable,  strengthened  by  their  shared  dream.

      they  became  his  newfound  family,  in  every  sense  of  the  word.  there  was  a  time  when  he  took  it  for  granted,  back  before  everything  fell  apart  and  when  things  were  deceptively  simpler,  but  no  longer.  this  time,  he  swears  to  cherish  the  bond  they  share  and  protect  it  with  every  last  ounce  of  his  strength.  no  matter  what  fate  might  throw  their  way,  even  if  his  memories  do  one  day  return  to  him  —  no  matter  what  secrets  his  past  might  hold  for  him  —  nothing  can  change  the  bond  they  share.  no  one  will  ever  tear  them  apart  again.

     ❛  yeah,  we  are.  ❜  ven  says  with  firm  conviction,  his  lips  tugging  into  a  fond,  grateful  smile  as  he lifts  his  head  to  look  up  at  terra.  ❛  you,  me  and  aqua  —  we’ll  always  be  family.  ❜

                                                                              no  matter  what.

#theirwarmth #* ✦ . VENTUS / MESSAGE. #* ✦ . VENTUS / V01 : THE ROAD TO RECOVERY. ( POST KH3 ) #( the found family trope is my FAVOURITE and the wayfinder trio embody is so well :(( #I WAS GONNA MAKE THIS SAD ... but i'll save that for your other asks uwu #i love u maddy ... thank you for sending this in ahHH )

[aicidos]

   sylvain can’t stand the way the echo of his steps buzzes in his ears. dimitri stands not too far from where he first spotted him, and the night suits him in a way sylvain can’t describe.  “  i figured you’d be here.  ”  his voice reaches out, standing close enough now. sylvain’s expression regards him with a year-old fondness, unique to him. something not exclusive to when they’re alone, but certainly more easily seen.  “  can’t sleep either ?  ”  and his voice is different, too. leveled, testing the air.  @theirwarmth​​  ♡’ed.

#theirwarmth #THE WAY I HAVENT WRITTEN WITH YOUR DIMITRI BEFORE ? #i think.. theyre neat..

[halchron]

@theirwarmth​ ♡’d

❝ oi, yusuke ! ❞

ryuji jogs up to the artist, having spot him in the train station. he was a bit surprised yusuke just lingered around there on his free time, but it wasn’t like ryuji really did anything better himself. beyond that, ryuji’s pretty sure he saw a new bag of art supplies by yusuke’s feet, and we all know what that means !

❝ man, did you spend all your money on art stuff again ? aren’t you hungry ? ❞

#theirwarmth #lunch date lunch date lunch date lunch date #☾ ━ ryuji ( ic ).

[litteriae-moved]

theirwarmth replied to your post “I would do a persona au for shoichi but honestly that’s just mishima’s...”

*a more likable mishima

mishima hate is :( but yeah.

#theirwarmth

[yikeen]

kairi’s smiling & yet there’s a sadness within her eyes that’s unmistakable especially to someone who’s known her forever like riku. in her hands is a paopu fruit. her smile faltering just slightly for a moment she offers the star shaped fruit to him. “you wanted to share one of these didn’t you? i remember you saying so back when we were building the raft.” // hahahahahahaha

   𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐮  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐚  𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.  minus  the  hesitation,  minus  her  veil  of  sadness,  minus  the  certainty  of  reaching  out  and  having  her  here,  still.  in  the  dream,  he  thanks  her,  thanks  her  deeply,  because  she  said  that  when  she  wasn’t  supposed  to,  and  he  goes  home,  empty  handed.  the  self-sabotage  comes  in  handfuls,  he  realizes  now. 

   as  much  as  it  feels  like  one,  the  good  news  is:  this  isn’t  that  dream.

   ‘‘   𝙮𝙤𝙪  𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙,   ’’   he  pictures  his  old  self  on  the  last  day,  thinking  of  these  things.  putting  them  lightly.  and  now,  the  perspective  expands  like  his  pupils,  smiling  in  what’s  closer  to  shyness.  he  takes  the  fruit.  there’s  the  expectancy  of  his  pulse  quickening,  but  what  courses  through  him  instead  is  an  unmistakable  peace.  so  this  is  how  you  make  meaning;  take  two  things,  her  hand,  the  star  fruit,  and  define  the  space  between  him  and  them.  there’s  none.  𝘪𝘵  𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥,  and  he’s  thrilled.

   ‘‘   i  hope  we  stay  together,  always.   ’’

@theirwarmth.  ♡

#theirwarmth #riku evry time he wins over his self sabotaging tendencies: oh.. is this..serotonin

[destinkeys]

shoutout to maddy for always liking my posts. i see you and i love you

#theirwarmth #she also likes my tweets... what an angel #always there to support me and my nonsense #❥ I. - OOC