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“ they are pigs !! and they're gross and smelly and steal your clothes !! ” nobara's brows were furrowed, cheeks flushed and full of popcorn as she pointed at the t.v., chewing aggressively to make room for more. she technically wasn't supposed to watch the series without fushiguro and itadaori, this being a tradition of theirs so they had something to look forward to, but she was spiteful and she couldn't wait to hold it over their heads. her hair had gotten wilder, tufts frazzled and sticking out in places the more she ran her fingers through them, the more she kept throwing the blanket over her head and ripping it off. something about watching real people screw up was satisfying, reminder that her own life wasn't as bad. sure, she risked death on a daily basis but at least she wasn't scum of the earth and ruining chances of love. she had no chances to begin with.

she looked at nitta from the corner of her eye. “ d'ya have a lot of experience in dating shitty men ? ” the question came out drier than intended and she choked, coughing as hands waved to save herself. “ i mean, no surprise that someone as cool as you would have suitors but ... they're all that bad ? i was thinkin' i should try and ... i don't know, would be nice to get someone to hold my bags for me. ” she shoved another handful of popcorn into her mouth, the crunching noises filling the gaps of their words. “ don't really get to talk about this kinda stuff much. ”

"ah, i see ..." a classic case of innocent boys will be boys, she wouldn't be surprised if the second years have tagged along too. "their loss." it comes natural to be on the girl's side - high school is unforgiving, being the only girl in an already small class sounds like hell. gaze drops on her wrist, technically she's been off for a good couple hours, but then again getting ahead with paperwork makes for a less stressful monday morning. "nah, i can stay a few minutes."

so much for a few minutes - her tie is loose, her blazer gone and sleeves rolled up. nitta could easily pass as another student, if not for the fact that she seems way too interested in what's happening in the reality show. "oh my god, men are pigs." not really a surprising fact, but one would think with cameras on all the time they'd have the decency to pretend. there's a dramatic scoff as she leans back in the couch, handful of popcorn thrown in her mouth.

"word of advice, don't date guys. they're terrible, awful even!" the dating pool is a mess, she knows all about too well. "i hope she dumps his ass before they leave the island."

“ thank you. ” simply delivered with the weight of a thousand lifetimes, a thousand unsaid declarations, all buried in the crook of his throat, of his heart — covered amidst the false promises of another day, another time, the right time. he would learn early on there was no right time, hardly ever existed, not when their tomorrows were not guaranteed. and still, he'd utilized it as incentive, as motivation to fight through whatever it was that dared to keep him from moving forward. in her he finds utmost admiration, and fear. fear in the most selfishness of an emotion, in which he dreads a future where her talents surpass her existence of a living being and forced to play weapon. he has felt it himself, seen it in gojo, in the sorcerers. perhaps it was hypocrtical of him not to want that for her. as if it were choice to begin with.

they sit there, calm and unassuming, as if the horrors of the games hadn't stained their hands red, an inked reminder that would follow them for a lifetime. how easily they're thrown into a world of nightmares simply from the fate of living as they did, in seeking to bear the title of protector. so young, and already cheating death at every corner, every turn. “ you do that thing where you sound confident. but — ” he heaved a sigh, sunken gaze dnacing over her features with concern, with care, with caution. “ it's almost like ... there's a crack there. maybe not everyone sees it, or hears it, but i do. ”

calloused digits fidget with the sleeve of his jacket before rolling them up, and then running through dark tufts. “ i'm more worried about you. ” a brief pause before he nervously added, “ not that you can't hold your own. just — y'know. it's a normal thing to feel, i think. for your friends. ” / @zeitkeist

so much grace bestowed upon such kind soul. it was not the power that roamed his veins or the blinding cursed energy akin to the force of a thousand suns that unraveled maki. it was the way he held all of it in such nonchalant regard. the respect she had was not for the man that could stand tall against an army of curses and still make them rue the day they were born - it was for the man that pushed it all aside with the back of his hands to plant orchids & lillies with toge in the gardens. it was for the man that put honor & friendship & dignity before a kind of power people would kill & die for. he had a radiant smile, a smile that brought maki right back to their adolescent years where limb grasped for limb in the training field, where maki shed sweat and dedication to make something of yuta even he would not anticipate.

a diamond in the rough, now grown into a tall man with the same grin of his boyhood with the rose hue upon his cheeks. still as shy as the day he got there. maki grins, proud that she still has the ability to undo him intact. ' perhaps. ' her head tilts, as she stares at him above her glasses, olive eyes gleaming. ' was that so bad, now? you learned to dodge beautifully. you're welcome. '

are you worried?

she hates the question. her stomach tangles on itself, the nudge of yuta's shoulder not being enough relief. she stares at the last rays of the day, not having it in her to look at him. ' no. ' she says, he is leaving as he does. it was yuta's part to leave and maki's to feel the twinge & the absence of it. it was the way things were. she misses him so fucking much when he's gone, it feels like they have taken her ribs out of her chest, heart bleeding raw on the open. still, she shakes her head, not a flinch in her sharp edged visage. ' you'll be fine. i taught you well. '

“ well, now i don't want to say it. ” nose wrinkled in faux disgust, as if he hadn't seen it coming from a mile away precisely how they'd reply, how they'd latch onto his specifically, meticulously placed words. “ you've a knack for ruining it. ” many centuries of trying to decipher the enigma that was altair did not leave him without some form of expertise, whether she would acknowledge it or not. whether he, himself, would see it as such. vega hardly misspoke, and it pleased him greatly to watch the fruits of his labor. she would laugh and he would want to elicit more of it, render himself a joker just for the sake of it. he was near enough to it, anyways. optics, filled to the brim with intrigue, subtly followed her movements, dancing over the silhouette of her curves, of the figure he'd been mapping to memory. “ does it not tire you ? being so childish ? pretending that you despise me ? ” his inquiries lacked the genuine curiosity, already knowing the answers they would throw out.

he turned away from the art display fully, slow movements bringing him closer to the seat before them, hovering, lingering, as if he debated whether he wanted to situate himself further into her space. there was a seriousness to the sanctuaries their kind created, and he had no intentions of desecrating. however trivial it would be another century down the line. “ i'm not asking you for a favor. i'm approaching you in a way that i feel would preserve some form of dignity for you, but if you want me to call it what it is — a direct order, i can do that. would you remain petulant, then ? ” he leaned the side of his hip into the arm of the sofa, arms folded over his chest as darkened gaze narrowed at them. “ you can warn me, they just don't do anything. ” it was pettiness when he added that last bit, a hint to their standing in the council, a reminder of their reality. he would never willingly and formally uphold his status, his title, in the name of forcing her hand but — official matters were official matters. a hand outstretched, old habits of olden days, “ the driver's waiting. will you accompany me ? ”

the utterance of his name always left her wanting, studying his form for any sort of a reaction that might breach their fickle satisfaction and blossom into something far more menacing, something she could then use as an excuse to an escalation of brutality between them. it seemed he'd clawed back the edges of the parts of him she often tried to rip open, no such display of something they could work with at all. watching him move around the sanctity of her home, their frown threatened to deepen if not for his words, at which a giddy laugh left her, pitched and dangerous. if his very presence didn't indeed set to ruin an entire century for her, really it could be truly hilarious. ignoring his jest in favour of their own. “ say need again, ” words almost a purr, an exaggerated and performative shiver shaking their spine as she moved to drop back into the loveseat carelessly, leaning their form against its arm with her chin hooked over her forearm.

verdant optics flickered to the left in a performance of thought, tongue clicking against the roof of their mouth. “ so . . . helping you, ” gaze flickering to the right, head tipping alongside the next spoken words. “ or throwing myself violently out of my own window . . . mm. i think i know which one i'd rather. ” though it wasn't as though she could easily refuse, bound by the galaxy existing between them to eventually to submit to any request he chose to lay bare in front of them. and of course word had swept these dimly lit halls, it truly was only a matter of time before they were called upon, however unfortunate the choice of beholder to the voice was. a sigh, long and drawn out, before the part she played fell to the curtain and instead, they fixed him with a glare, knowingly fated to yield. “ i thought i warned you to stop asking me for favours. ”

nothing gets me like this banger

pink and purple lights, hazy nights, wooden door barely muffling the sides of the small get - together - turned - rager. or just an overtly enthusiastic house party, to which heather was definitely going to have to wake up at the crack of dawn just to make sure the place was as good as new. yet she wasn't so much as worried about the consequence of her actions as trying to keep her head steady, skin buzzing alight with anticipation, palms slightly clammy. always so cold, always death's breath away from sinking into the shadows, and yet — he'd always been her warmth. even before it all.

airy laugh escaped, nimble digits tucking loose strands behind her ear as she adjusted over her bed, pulling her knees to her chest. “ weed would probably make you do the same ... ” she pointed out, lashes fluttering as her gaze fixed on him. “ was it okay ? ” heather could never beat around the bush.

✉ → "well, that got out of hand quickly." / @leventar

nose to nose, face to face, inhales to exhales, close proximity. it starts with a bottle of whiskey that he convinces heather his dad won't notice a dent in ( a blatant lie ) and ends in a loss of boundaries. experimental in nature: first whiskey, first shot, first kiss. stiles doesn't recognize his lingering closeness, reflexes either stifled by two shots of dark liquor or the rush of adrenaline to his head. when he does, he pulls back, retreating his body back into his own personal circle. still close, but now leaned against the wall instead of towards her, bending his legs against his chest from where they were stretched out on the mattress.

"yeah."

a flat response for an opposite situation. and when stiles licks his lips, a nervous habit, he tastes her chapstick. which doesn't help.

"guess that's why i stick to weed," he attempts a joke for the sake of saving the night, pushing the offending whiskey away from his body.

“ ew is correct. very ew. ” deadpanned in tone, just as prevalent in his features. she couldn't spot it through the thick lenses, but his eyes had drooped just a well in emphasis of his point. at least he'd born the brunt of it, all gentlemanly and all. he could brag about that, as well, spin the narrative that he was just as sacrificial of a student as the rest of them. not as self - serving as they'd claim him to be ! not that he cared, or that it mattered, but there was only so much entertainment he could garner in a student body count that barely surpassed the ten fingers on his hands. and he was no aficionado when it came to dealing with clean - up, it was going to dawn on him further in trying to get this particular uniform set ready for the next session. and he couldn't ask suguru about it, either, knowing they were both shit out of luck about it.

hands in pockets, he began walking towards the station, ignoring the glares of bystanders very obviously pausing conversation to watch them pass. “ acht — ” he held a hand up, index singled out as if he was to make a point so important. “ it doesn't. just so we're clear on that. ” slipped back in his pocket, he shrugged. the reality of their situation dawning on him could've had him laughing if he truly thought about it further — having just witnessed another set of monstrosities, just to return back with their tails tucked and operating public transit as if nothing else had happened. part of him liked the mundane aftermath, a quiet lull to the cacophony he'd grown used to. “ there's gonna be some overzealous freak who wants to ask questions and i just don't have the energy to entertain it. do you ? ” raising a brow, he sucked his teeth before finally asking, “ by the way ... do you know how you're cleaning your uniform ? i was gonna throw it away but it's my last set. ”

CURIOSITY NOT ONLY CONTAGIOUS TO FELINES, : BUT SEEMINGLY TO HIM AS WELL! family heirloom, those lethal claws of hers under his inspection. &. there is a tease that brews atop both 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 &. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 tongue of hers, ... but before it can slip off, his disgust is made apparent, ( as if he had tried to hide it at all. ) &. so instead, her smirk stretches. the nickname paid attention to, though it was not the first time it was heard. ❝ don't be such a ... ❞ BUT THAT SMUG GRIN IS WIPED AWAY SOON, WHEN SIGNATURE UNIFORM IS STAINED, feeling how his hand wipes the excess debris onto her sleeve. it was her 𝐕𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 that now mimiced his look of disgust, lips glossed black stuck in a frown. ... ❝ ew, ❞ disgust voiced through gritted teeth as she wipes off her sleeve, A LOOK OF WARNING GLANCED HIS WAY.

WHICH IS WHEN SHE IS A WITNESS, : THEIR DEAL TOYED WITH, &. she raises an eyebrow as if to doubt him. ( there is still a playful edge to it all. ) ... 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, &. though he sounds like he means it, they both know how it goes in the end. which is why, she lets out an amused huff at his statement, gaze averting for the moment. ❝ sure, whatever you say, 'toru. ❞ silver - tongued sorcerer plays along, a knowing tune HIDDEN IN - BETWEEN THE LINES. it didn't take a thief to find it. ... the nudge felt on her shoulder steals her attention back to him, &. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 around his energy reveals a lot, which is why she doesn't even attempt to return the favor. ... BUT IT IS ENOUGH FOR HER LIPS TO CURL AGAIN, ❝ i didn't think something like that could scratch your ego. ❞ this time the tease was let out. not that she really ever holds back.

“ i'm sure there was a way ... your arms are so strong. ” words in a purr, molten discs traveling the curve from his hands up his arms, soft hum emitting as she reached out to trace the slope through the air. a pretty picture, one she'd like to cut out and frame, stare at all day. and then laid her arms back to her side, resigned sigh emitting. part of her wanted to be relieved that she hadn't awoken to familiar walls of her home, where the ghosts of the past would have greeted her with a bone - chilling embrace. he kept her grounded to an extent, the anchor to her whims, the calm to her storm, yet all the while fueling the parts of her that wanted to run and dissipate from the weight of her horrors. the bed is stiff against her back, poor excuse of a mattress sinking with her weight and she could feel the scratchiness of the material brushing against her skin, more bothersome than she'd like to admit. the indistinct chatter of the nurses outside of the room reminded her that they were not alone, that she was likely being watched from a distance — she knew how they gossiped, the cameras that turned on when meant to keep an eye on the more volatile patients. supposed that she had become one of them, though she could hardly remember what landed her in captivity in the first place, memories a blur aside from the clear image of his face, the look of concern. “ maybe that was the plan, but i have you to save me. and you did, always do. sweet of you, it's fate. and endearing. ” she waited a beat before flipping the bed sheets off with the intents to stand.

if they were not in his place of occupation, he might have decided to raise his voice. although, if he were to be completely honest with himself, would he ever raise his voice at her? at anyone? she says they would have been happier at her home. how true can that be of a place that has spiders lurking in the walls. in a place that she seems so desperate to escape from, considering her stunt pulled last night. so much emotion overwhelms and bubbles up as she speaks to him.... when you're feeling overwhelmed, you count to three. one. he watches the way she rolls about in her freshly made hospital bed, a snot-nosed child who doesn't realise how good she has it. two. a hand reaches out to ensure that the hospital sheeting doesn't uncover her in an indecent way as she does so. three. then he's leaning back, away from the bed, away from the temptation of her. gangtae bites at the thickness of his tongue, as though it will keep him from saying something he will regret. ‟ you were being unreasonable. there would have been no way to take you home. ” he doesn't speak to her with the voice of a friend, but the voice of his position. nothing more than a worker of the hospital she will now call home for the next twenty-four hours. calm, yet collected. the next words that come out of him, however, he cannot stop from being said with angst --- ‟ you could have really hurt yourself. ”

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ REYES, ERICA.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀oh, good, you're here too.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@the-replay .

“ uh, no. not good. i don't want to be here at all. ” nose wrinkled as she slumped her bag over the table, taking a seat in the cheap, plastic chair. the scent was overwhelming, something akin to trashy perfume and detergent to cover up the smell of bleach. and the faint air of rot. she couldn't place it, but it was enough to leave her unsettled. “ why are we here ? ”

it was not always clear to zoya who the enemy was at all moments — those who whispered nightmareish rumors of her being, fearmongers and certainly not the last to do so. it was a war of a lifetime that had been deemed fit with her position as catalyst, they demanded the dragon's head on a pike, and yet cowered in her presence. politics was a different beast she had no patience with, much preferring the straightforwardness of battle, in seeing the crimson spilt for the cause. “ they may have bent the knee but we can see that their hearts were not in it. it only becomes more obvious now as i try to free myself from their hold. ” she could not help the argumentativeness, defensive to a fault. “ they are not my soldiers. they have no sworn duty. i am out of my depth, and i can admit this. it easy to rule with the command i've used as commander, but it would only breed distaste, disloyalty. i do not want to rule with fear. ” legs crossed at the knee as she shifted in her seat, nails drumming against the wood of her chair, the sound sharp against the cold silence between their words.

if there was one person she could trust, it was bianca. and even then, she worried that her own mistakes would be the undoing of those she cared for immensely. she was no stranger to the casualties of war, the collateral damages carried out in the name of destroying the stranger sat upon a throne they felt unworthy of it. the wrong move and she was certain that she would not have her right - hand by her side, would not have that fierce gaze staring her down with a ferocity she missed being able to demonstrate. there was a long pause as she swallowed her proposition, tongue swirling over ivories 'neath a tense jaw, and then released a sigh, not nearly as weighted as the mass in her core. “ i want to go. ” stubborn as ever, unmoving in her decision. they both know the narrative the fjerdans spun about her, the image she had. zoya was no simple human in their eyes, but a shrewd witch, an entity of nightmares meant to curse their land and people. she could hardly keep up with it all. “ we will go together. i'm curious of their reaction. wonder what other tale they could curate from it, they're rather creative with their descriptors. ” slender digit twirled the end of inky locks, lashes fluttering over warm cheeks, “ they say i feed on the newborns for my beauty. ” / @zeitkeist

superstition and religion made for skeptical ravkans, and skeptical ravkan made for a distressed queen. bianca had heard, what had been whispered in the shadows of the dark alleys for months now, the dragon-witch astonishing in inciting fear yet unable to carve herself a place in people's hearts. they loved their kings, of course. they loved alexander the third, and they loved nikolai. the blond fucker with the sly grin of a fox and with a head full of schemes that would have put half the ravkans into comatose if they could read into it. but they cannot find it in themselves to welcome their queen with open arms, no, and there is a long list of reasons for that bianca finds either extremely dogmatic or idiotic, neither better than the other. zoya had never shivered in the ravkan cold before, but the pressing fjerdan audacity and the brainless council of the nobles are sure testing her very human patience. which is why bianca intervenes. the queen's hand is a position that comes many duties, including soothing the wild beast that lurks within' her.

‘ it's irrelevant. ’ bianca's statement is short & unforgiving, no longer coy and desperate to ease, but meant to put worries aside at once. the jade gaze pierces into the storm that lurks in the queen's eyes. ‘ you are the queen and they bent the knee to you. all else is irrelevant. this is not about diplomacy, zoya. this is about commanding, and you are the best commander this land has ever seen. ’ all formalities pushed aside with the back of her hand, the name spilling out of her mouth coated in honey in love and not deceit. the hand may be a smooth talker yet she always utters the truth. ‘ you do not worry if your soldiers find you worthy or not, do you? these men are your soldiers, now. they will do as you say. ’ the crinkle of her nose hints at how she does not enjoy the situation, startled by the rush of worry that seems to have consumed the queen. ‘ i will go see to the retaliation of fjerda myself, if you would permit it. i want them to know what darkness tastes like. ’

✏️ for tachigin!

we're generating incorrect quotes / @leventar

tachihara, peeling a banana: may i take your jacket, sir? hahahaha. gin: do you think other people can’t hear you?

tachihara: so you like cats? gin: yeah. tachihara: *tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

tachihara, throwing his head into gin's lap: tell me i'm pretty! gin, lovingly stroking his hair: you're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

tachihara: hey. gin: hey? tachihara: i can't sleep. :/ gin: i can. goodnight.

tachihara: i want to kiss you. gin, not paying attention: what? tachihara: i said if you die, i wont miss you.

he'd lived for his brothers before and he'd decided he'd die for his brothers. brother. the guilt still hung over him as a clouded anchor, a weighted reminder of his failure in the promise he'd meant to keep for the entirety of their existence — across lifeforms, across universes. vessel or no, he was meant to be the protector. and so he would protect the only one left in this world, holding on so tightly that it meant he cared little of his own demise. it would be the price of love, the reward of family. and supposedly, as evident with the sincerity of his words, of his intents — of friends. foreign concept and yet something so wildly natural, he hadn't caught onto the way he looked after her with the same care he'd reserved for his brothers. it confused him, the extents of these emotions, how his loyalty would cling. “ you don't need to ask, and it isn't so much of an offer as it is a promise. ” he blinked, once, and then twice. unassuming as the thoughts roamed in the crevices of his mind. he'd always decided his existence was null to a point, a means to an end. was he worthy of grief, of being mourned ?

“ whatever we do, i'm sticking with you throughout it. there's no use in going about it alone, and i would rather die knowing i did my best than to do nothing. ” if anyone deserves to carry on living, it's you. but the words never reach past his lips, never fall from his tongue. “ have you talked to your brother since ? does he have any intentions of visiting ? ” attention shifted from the scenery towards her, inspecting those kind eyes, something he'd caught onto early on. he'd never figured how someone who could withhold such a thing, but his gut said it. yuuji mentioned once before gut feelings were important. “ i don't have a lot to talk about. unless you mean literally ... ” free hand reached up to brush over his earlobe, brows furrowing the slightest. “ don't think we can change our ears. ”

@leventar: you don't understand, it doesn't matter what happens to me.

the soft chirping of birds filled the air, the sounds a gentle caress against her skin. the beauty around her stood out in stark contrast to the heavy silence that hung over her like a suffocating cloak. she'd always loved this little area ever since she moved to tokyo, loved how secluded it was, how quiet. everything was slower here, more timid, more calm, which was something one wasn't truly used to due to the amount of cursed spirits around. shams could hear the faint echo of everything surrounding her as she notes his presence. she was supposed to be inside by now, but the longer she lingered there, the more she felt the pull of the curse's presence, the echo of the touch haunting her like a ghost. she knew, however, that she ought to step into the very same room once again. she should have taken another minute, another hour. with a deep breath, she adjusted her posture, making a mental check of the time. ``     i guess i have to be the one doing this.    `` despite the fact that she already knew of this, it felt heavy as soon as she said it. ``     i cannot risk anyone else's life.    ``

but she finds herself stopping for a second as she hears him speak. it doesn't matter what happens to me. a sentence she has told herself a hundred times, but the more she has lived, the more she knew that wasn't true. being needed was a simple human necessity. it happens whether one wishes for it or not. her gaze instantly flickers back to his eyes. she scans his face, taking in his features, noting that they were quite truthful, at least from is side. she gives him a smile, then, a small glimmer in her eyes. ``     i don't think so, chōsō. while i do appreciate you helping me, i cannot ask anyone to do that.    `` a pause. ``     you have a brother, don't you? i'm sure it would matter to him. i'd understand. who knows what my brother would do if i suddenly disappeared?    `` she lets out a small laugh at that, but it has been a thought that troubles her mind every second. if she does not survive this and cannot return home, what will he do? her gaze momentarily drifted to their surrounding, before settling on him again, eyebrow raising. ``     i'm quite good at listening, you know. you look like you need a good ear.    ``

Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy (2023)

happy national bf day to all my dudebros

the corporalki was swearing under her breath, the whispered words quiet and heading towards a crescendo, matching the quickened pace she'd taken to escape the guards that were catching onto what had happened. they'd planned to the near detail, a given for any of brekker's plans, but it could not always account for human error, or in this case, the unpredictability of the world as it was. a terrible domino effect that had the group splitting up, beads of sweat forming at her hairline and she was certain the lower end of her skirt had been torn off from the corner she'd turned. all the rest was a blur that resulted in her catching a marvelous sight — she was certain she'd need to give that beast a kiss on the head.

the grin was not to be missed, curls sticking to the edge of her face, mischievousness heavily stained in her features. “ i'm extremely funny, i'll have you know. admit it, you want to laugh. ” tongue clicked over the roof of her mouth as if she meant to chastise him, small steps following behind as they moved out of plain sight, and especially distanced from the horse that clearly had it out for him. “ it was as quiet as it could've been. don't look at me like that. ” gaze narrowed as she straightened out the wrinkles in her dress, digging into her pocket for a folded - up pastry she'd brought along. “ something - something about a lover's quarrel. who are we to get in the way of such scandal ? ”

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ? [ nina for kaz ]

bad enough that the job had gone awry, worse still that kaz had caught the back end of a nasty kick from their trusty, startled getaway, the horse and carriage positioned directly outside. he'd stayed in the mud for perhaps too long, considering his choices that had led to this moment and re - evaluating if he perhaps even had the will to get back up. when nina had stumbled across him, the sky happened to be split in two, and two versions of her stood above him. he'd pulled a face of clear disgust and pushed himself up and out of the dirt, slick from the rainfall the previous day, using his cane as decent enough leverage to keep himself upright as he hobbled to the stairs.

her question forced his already blank expression to darken, kaz blinked at her as though to say, really? “ unfortunately i'm not blind. one of you is bad enough, i don't have the energy to deal with two. ” three, if he counted the ghost of another in his peripheral. and to supply her with an honest answer, he held up his hand, middle finger on display in a perfect mirror of her own position. “ ha - ha. i'm glad you think you're funny. what happened to keeping everything fucking quiet? ”

“Summertime” by feedmetrash

reposted with permission

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ SALVATORE, DAMON.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀don’t look at me like that. you know i’m right. you get it.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@rottedfigs .

nose wrinkled, lips twitching as a muted sound of disgust muffled in her throat. she stared at him, molten discs unrelenting as she tightened her grip around the crown of his his hair, nails digging into his scalp. the stake was tightly wound in her other hand, pressing dangerously into his sternum. hardly breaking through the thin material of his shirt. “ damon salvatore ? right ? you wish. ” scoff emitted, point of the wood pushing further as if she meant to prove a point. “ that little puppy dog eyes thing you're doing ? never worked on me, honestly. ”

can we talk about her

         THEIR ALLIANCE WAS CALLED . . .       THE MOST DEVASTATING RIVALRY IN HISTORY.          [   TONIGHT MARKS THEIR REUNION.   ] 

eyes widened as they meet his, and she took a moment to recalibrate. nobara wasn't the most social of the bunch but she certainly had a better finesse in the human interaction. only she was fumbling terribly here and she just knew that the boys would be laughing at her were they here to witness it. slipping the card into her own pocket, she pat it through the fabric for safekeeping, as if to reassure that it was, in fact there. would be just about the worst thing should she lose it. she might have to just send herself home and never show her face again.

“ okay ... not sure what i did to deserve this, but i'll stop asking questions. i mean, we're doing this because i'm the best out of my class, right ? ” she leaned into whisper, the playfulness present in her tone as she grinned, hardly leaving him space to confirm nor deny as she choked out a laugh. “ i don't — really have friends. haven't had the time to make any. unless you mean fushiguro and itadori, but they're off doing ... something stupid, probably. 'sides ! you can lend me some of your wisdom. ”

nanami doesn't blame her for being suspicious. nothing is ever simple or easy. every time he thought it might be, or he might be on the verge of getting to take a break, something else came crashing down or a new mess appeared for him to deal with. so her reaction is entirely expected. a rather large gift from someone who was arguably a perfect stranger seemed rather suspicious, indeed.

' no occasion. no test. no strings. no debt owed. ' he prefers to be simple and blunt. he wasn't the type to mince words, or dance around a subject (unlike a certain colleague of his....) though he does feel happy seeing her get so excited, a small smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. he removes his goggles so she can see his eyes, and that he's completely serious about this.

' you don't want to go with your friends ? surely there's better company available to you. seriously, you can take it for the day. '

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ IORI, UTAHIME.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀can you not freak me out even more than i already am ?⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@hiohaku .

“ i'm not trying to freak you out, it's just the curse's ... stuff on me. ” inky black, dripping from head to toe, he'd just been swallowed and cut his way out. he truly disliked being in such a situation, hated the way it clung to his skin and stained his clothes — and he'd picked something decent - ish for once. hazels danced over her features, “ got a towel or something ? ”

“ are they deep pockets ? ” nobara questioned further, skepticism in her gaze as she pouted, digging her hands into her uniform pocket. of which was anything but deep, shallow. she'd debated DIY - ing it up. wide smile was still present over her features as she nodded, “ it's stunning on you ! just make sure not to wear it if you're expecting to be called on. it'll get ruined, like, so fast. ”

@leventar / x

" do you like my dress? it's got pockets. "

it’s finally october aka the macy month 🏃🏻‍♀️

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ ITO, FAYE.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀close your eyes and face the mirror.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@tormenther .

“ i'd really like to not do that. like, absolutely not. ” flashlight shone in their face, harsh shadows outlining their features. he made extra care to avoid looking in the direction of the full length mirror adjacent to them, its presence loud and tall and all the more ominous with the words that'd left her mouth. “ why're you tryna give me nightmares ? i'm already scared as it is, like, shart - scared. ”