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starter ask meme. | @yugencia​ | accepting! | fingers slipped, sure...

          It was a good day, he thought idly. Jumin had taken him to see a new exhibit, one that he hopes would inspire V to be able to take more challenging photography of his own, despite the renown that his name carries. Lately, Jumin has been wearing this look on his face that he’s never seen on his best friend before, but he knows something’s wrong. It’s hard to ask him, especially when Rika has been limiting him from seeing much of anyone lately and he isn’t sure how that happened.

          Sometimes, days pass without his realization that it’s passed at all, and it’s all he can do to spend time with Rika and make sure she isn’t going to do anything drastic that would endanger herself. Jihyun has lost count of the number of times that he’s spent telling Rika that he’s not leaving—that he’s not going to leave her.

          So when he sees the mess in the kitchen when he’s come home, her endeavors in trying to cook, but she’s on the floor in near hysterics. Jihyun is immediately there and crouches beside her, holding her close in hopes that she’d calm. Thankfully, it seems to be one of those days where she lets him since her tears slowly eases and she whispers.

          The smile comes easily, trying to reassure her, and he says soothingly, ❝It’s okay—I promised that I’d always love you, right? We ought to share our burdens together, Rika.❞

          His hand soothingly rubs against the small of her back. Jihyun isn’t sure if she’s referencing all of the tears she’s shed recently or her anger, but all he wants is for Rika to return to being that same bright girl he fell in love with. It isn’t to say that he doesn’t love her now, he does, and he needs to be there for her.

          He has to because no one else would.

@amaeranthos | non-verbal rp starters | accepting.

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss ( Sirius for Athena

          It’s been too long since she’s seen him. She’s forgotten, as much as she’d like to say she remembers, his scent. Lingering laughs that haunt her waking hours when she thinks he’s around the corner, only to find he’s not. Promises and the familiar brush of his laughter on her skin isn’t there as she wishes. Those mornings that she wakes up without him beside her leaves her hollow, touching the place she’s grown accustomed to doing to bother him awake.

          To this day, she still finds her hands wandering over to his pillow, only to grab air and cold sheets.

          He was and is her moment of weakness. In a time when she’s already struggling with her place, her role, and her identity, he made it easy. That’s what mattered, at the end of the day. Once two outcasts, and perhaps even then, still outcasts of a different sort, had their ways together.

          Ten years, Athena thinks with a wry smile. Too long, and much too much time lost. It’s an ache that she’s certain she won’t be able to fill again at the loss and grief she’s accrued from her time spent, defending, and angry with the world around her as they unjustifiably announced him guilty without a trial. Yelling until she’s lost her voice and then her voice gets lost among the laughter, the bureaucratic idiocy as they ignored her pleas.

          Athena thought she’s lost more than just her sense of normalcy, she lost her heart.

          And now, she finds herself watching as Sirius interacts with Harry with a warmth and an emotion too strong in her heart to quiet. Athena can feel Remus’ curious gaze on her, both of them partaking in a drink together as Sirius and Harry are playing an aggressive game of cards. ( Athena says aggressive but honestly, it’s all in good fun. )

          After excusing herself to get everyone another round of drinks, she misses the way all of their eyes follow her out of the room, unaware she’s been too deep in her thoughts today for them to not notice. In the kitchen, Athena is preparing her drink when she smells him before she sees him.

          Sometimes, there are those days where she knows and he knows. Perhaps, today has been one of those days when she turns and sighs against his gentle embrace, tugging her close. The soft press of his lips against hers soothes whatever frayed edges she’s had and when they part, she closes her eyes and rests her head against his chest.

what am i supposed to do with you? // @ cloud

@unmeiha | A meme I can’t remember | open if you can find it? LOL

          It’s supposed to have been an easy mission, he thinks, and he should’ve been able to handle the mobs without a healer, but he forgets that without his friends, he honestly isn’t really much. But it should’ve been easy at this point. Experience and the amount of time he’s spent on the road with his friends have made him a formidable on the field without the aid of his friends. It’s the only reason why he’s able to establish the Strife Delivery system. It allows him to still travel, fight, and find some way to end the restlessness he has without feeling overwhelmed.

          Apparently, that’s not the norm here.

          Still, he sees the petite girl standing before him with her hands crossing her chest that’s reminiscent of the girl he’s left at home. Cloud averts his gaze when her furrowed brows show frustration and exasperation. He’s still not used to it when people care for him, but he’s accepted that some people are just as nice as either Tifa and Aerith.

          And then she utters those words and he looks down at his feet briefly before lifting his gaze.

          ❝I only did what I needed to do,❞ he responds a moment later. He’ll heal with a good night’s rest. The injuries he has is nothing compared to the adventure he went through. ❝Don’t worry about me—❞ and then he pauses abruptly, thinking about how Tifa would be scolding him right about now, ❝—but, um, thanks. For worrying, I mean.❞

From her hand, her special dust rests until she blows upon it, the glitter-like content drizzles above and onto him before she's taking flight, up into the air and simply waits, unable to contain her laughter. " A little sparkle seems to be what you need, " she muses, her fairy-like wings fluttering to keep her airborne. / for hawks!

unprompted! || always welcome || @apricifate

          Hawks blinks, looking seemingly bewildered by the legitimate sparkle that's been tossed his way. Honestly, his feathers are built for speed and aerodynamics, thank you very much. His feathers ruffle and flap behind him and he runs a hand through his wind-swept hair. An easy grin makes its way onto his face before he flaps his wings, amusement lighting up his lidded amber gaze.

          ❝Nope,❞ he drawls, with one flap and he's suddenly next to her with a slight pout before it quickly morphs into an amused grin. ❝I'll have you know my wings are ❛a precision instrument of speed and aerodynamics.❜ Sparkles will only get in the way, love.❞

"Haaaaawks!" She tugs on his arm, in simple street clothes after work, "Let's get Yakitori! I bet I can eat more than you!" /*smooches u*

unprompted! || always welcome || @dualgraced

          The petite girl decides to tug on his arm and he adjusts his yellow visor, sliding it up onto the top of his head. Peering down at the petite girl, he gives her his easy smile and tilts his head. Quite frankly, he's 1000% sure she definitely could probably eat more than him, given her Quirk. Still, he burns a lot of calories, too, and he's famished after how much effort he's expended today.

          And she's offered chicken, his favorite.

          So he laughs, and a glint shines in his eye, the spark of competition ignited. With his other free hand, he lifts it for a thumbs up. ❝I'd love to see you try, Aibi-chi,❞ Hawks replies. And before she even has a chance to respond, he shifts how she's holding his arm to capturing her hand in his. With a firm grasp, he immediately starts taking off into a fast pace walk.

          ❝Since you challenged, I get to pick the place—the loser pays the tab!❞ And then, with the grace of practiced finesse, his wings spread open and some of the feathers part from the plumage and cushions Aibi's frame. In one sweeping motion, he takes a jump and a flick of his wrist, she's swept into his arms as they take flight.

          He looks down and with a wink, he grins. ❝Hold tight!❞

          Now, he's just being a show-off.

"Lissa, I know what you did, come out. I promise, I won't get mad ... just come out and tell why did you tell her that?"

something something... // always welcome // @convxction

        Somehow, Lissa highly doubts that. After all, it's super obvious that her brother, Chrom, likes her. Why wouldn't she tell her about his feelings for her? Well, not exactly, but definitely enough to drop the hint that she caught it. She knows she caught it because she's observant and something Lissa has always found to be really amazing. Smart, beautiful, and definitely her brother's type, definitely. Especially with how nice and good they looked next to each other.

        But would Chrom ever forgive her?

        Again, she somehow doubts it.

        Hiding somewhere in their shared mansion as she hears Chrom running around trying to find her, Lissa inwardly sighs.

        He'll probably kill her, yep.

        After all, he's so dense! And he doesn't even know he likes her. Emmeryn agreed with her that letting Chrom lose her is such a waste. Lissa would lose such a great girlfriend, best friend, and future sister-in-law all in one go.

        Heck, even Robin agreed. Both of them mutually agree that their respective friend and brother are dense as bricks.

        Why they'll never know.

        But it's been—she checks her phone for the time—thirty minutes since she's made Chrom start sweating after his discovery that Lissa told his future wife his feelings. Or at least, some semblance of a hint of one. Though, his future wife seems to doubt her words so who even knows now.

        Lissa crawls out of her hiding place after she makes sure Chrom has gone far enough away to get out of her secret hiding place. She waits a couple of minutes, moving and hiding around the house until she finds him running around the living room. She steps out and sighs, shrugging with the shake of her head.

        ❝Because you're dense,❞ she says, deadpan. ❝And hey, you said you promised you wouldn't get mad!❞ She points a finger at him, almost waiting for when he's ready to start berating her for getting involved with another person's business, especially their personal affairs of their love lives. Well, Lissa only messes with Chrom's love life, so honestly, sucks to be him.

He patted her head and waited for her to turn around, "Here" he shoved a wrapped gift to her "Happy birthday, Lissa. This time as you wished, I picked something, but don't nag me if you didn't like it okay?" inside the wrapped box was necklace--bright yellow gem decorated with small white pearls making a really beautiful v shape

soft scree cause i missed her birthday due to my own birthday laughs @convxction

        Lissa blinks. With her hands on her hips, Lissa lifts her gaze to the taller before a big grin spreads across her face, a cute blush coloring her cheeks. Just like she wanted, her big brother to pick a present for her. Though she can only guess that he might've had help to picking the present, at the end, she can tell he did his utmost best to pick something out for her special day.

        With a squee, she hugs Chrom with as much enthusiasm she can muster before she parts, taking hold of the small box. Even the wrapping is very much like him, a little messy and sloppy, but the sincerity is more than enough for her. With another excited squeal, she rips the wrapping off to find the aforementioned necklace.

        With sparkling eyes, she grins, turning to her brother with a brilliant smile.

        ❝Thank you, Chrom! It's beautiful!❞ Lissa immediately decides to put it on herself, though a little clumsily as she hasn't worn something this pretty or delicate since the formal balls that they hold at the palace. Still, she wants to do it herself for this specific necklace; after all, Chrom gave her this one!

        Only once she successfully has the necklace worn, she turns, admiring it with a gentle touch to her neck before turning to him and smiling as bright as the sun. ❝How does it look?❞

“Kiss me, I want–please–” / shinpachi

The poor sucker. Really, asking him to do anything beyond fumbling and quite possibly messing up anything with someone as precious as Aillah is enough to drive him crazy. Or make him feel crazy enough. He isn't sure which of the options makes him feel even crazier or if he's even worth the effort and the love and adoration she gives him.

And so, the poor man is blushing bright red and stammering incoherent words in his vague attempt of trying to string together a set of words that doesn't sound ridiculous. He can hear Sano and Heisuke making jokes at his expense already, but he's alone with Aillah, after a day and they're settling in for the evening.

Shinpachi tries though. For her, he tries. He's gotten used to it, somehow, and he's really happy that she loves him like she does. Carefully, almost uncharacteristically gentle, Shinpachi lifts his hand to cup her cheek, leaning down so he can taste her breath on his lips.

So soft, so pretty, so much better than him...

And he closes the space before he can chicken out from her request because he can never quite turn down her wishes... especially, most especially, when she begs like that.

And unfortunately, he's a bit of a simple man that one might even call him a "simp."

@apricifate || from a meme idr and too lazy to go find. hello.

"i am trying to say that i am glad you’re here." @ ardbert

@unmeiha || lol idk which meme.

He's not sure when and where and how he's become this way—no, he knows, it's only a fool's errand that he thinks otherwise—but for all his efforts, for all his attempts of saving his world, he feels he's failed.

Failed, at the end of it all.

A failure of a Warrior of Light that he smiles in spite of himself. And yet, for all his ruminations, he finds consolation in all of his wanderings that he's—somehow—still here. Still here in this almost incorporeal form that only Koharu, the Warrior of Light he once scorned and fought against in her world, can see him. While he knows not why Minfilia decided that he ought to remain behind while all of his comrades have gone and done their duty, he is the only one left.

In spite of that, her words come and soothe what frayed survivor's guilt he has, duty-bound that he is. Ardbert makes a small smile, a mixed feeling of bitterness and appreciation. Their words have oft hit the hard questions and while it feels as though it's been him giving her the push this entire time, there are moments like these when she's the one that gives him one.

To keep going forward.

"As am I," he says with a smile, appreciative. Ardbert doesn't know when he'd next fade and reappear at whenever is convenient, but he knows near her, he can appear as need be. "And I, for one, am glad you're here."

To do what I could not.