* WE'RE DESTINY !

         @babemeta  //  jonathan  wasn’t  a  man  that  asked  for  much  .  he  wanted  to  be  able  to  finish  his  degree  .  he  wanted  to  be  able  to  get  a  dog  .  and  he  wanted  to  spend  time  with  erina  .  three  simple  wishes  ,  and  for  the  most  part  ?  they  had  been  granted  .

          a  hidden  smile  ,  shot  in  her  direction  .  his  thumb  ,  brushing  over  her  knuckles  .  they  just  needed  a  dog  now  ,  to  complete  those  three  wishes  .  something  to  bring  up  later  ,  given  the  way  they  were  soon  to  be  cramped  against  each  other  .  the  ferry  always  got  crowded  around  this  hour  ,  not  that  he  minded  .  the  sounds  that  overtook  his  senses  were  welcome  even  ,  a  reminder  of  where  he  was  (  and  an  excuse  to  keep  an  arm  around  erina  ,  if  he  were  truly  honest  with  himself  )  .  

          his  rested  his  chin  on  top  of  her  head  ,  affection  being  something  he  had  become  more  open  to  without  dio around  .  jonathan  was  always  deceptively  gentle  ,  his  bulky  frame  not  seeming  to  allow  the  degree  of  care  he  always  gave  to  her  .  ‘ ‘    we  should  go  to  the  ocean  -  some  day  .   i  don’t  think  the  river  is  quite  as  exciting  .   ‘ ‘

erina is every bit the proper lady   :   calm   ,   cool   ,   coy   .   yet when jonathan presses his thumb atop her knuckle   ,   she can’t help the stutter of her heart nor the pink dust that begins to collect upon her cheeks   .   yet her hand continues to rest in his   ,   fingers somewhat interlaced with his in a firmer grasp that betrays her delicate expression   .   she leans her head on his chest   ,   just a tad   ,   as gaze continues to stare out towards the soothing river   .

❛   the ocean   ?   ❜   she parrots   ,   a softened hum parting from her lips as she pretends to contemplate the idea   .   she’s never been to the ocean before   :   only rivers   &.   streams   &.   things not quite as exciting   .   then again   ,   she supposes that’s simply how it is when she’s with jonathan.   he adds wonder   ,   enchantment into her life.

     ❛  there’s  really  no  difference  between  virgin   &   non  virgin  blood.  ❜ 

        / /  @babemeta

@babemeta // starter

“you know, it’s common etiquette to not take a seat next to someone when there’s enough chairs at the bar.” even though there was only one seat open here, and she had her bag left on the other free stool. “…or not. never mind. s-sorry…” god, and she hoped to have drank in peace. “i’d like another beer, p- please…” fuck it, maybe she’ll get drunk.

keyleth ( permanent )

vex’ahlia ( permanent )

sakura / fe:if (temporary)

REMOVALS

“  i do  UNDERSTAND ,  you know.   i’ve given everything for my PEOPLE.  you’re doing the same, only it’s for your sister.  ”    ( @babemeta )

❛  well  —  yeah,  them  not  being  able  to  call  for  backup  is  good  but  …  i’m  sure  we  can  find  a  way  to  do  this  without  any  bloodshed ?   right ?   ❜

shiho suzui -- temp

REMOVALS:

futaba sakura -- temp

(EDITED) ADDS:

blake belladonna

ann’s birthday   !

the concepts starts with ann:   one always hears about sleepovers   &.   the enjoyments of such,   but ann never quite has much experience in that regard.   so for her birthday,   she suggests one to makoto.   it may acquaint them better   —   or at the very least,   ann wouldn’t have to spend the day alone.   (   she’s not nearly as manipulative as it sounds   —   desperate might be a better word for it.   )

so they do so,   with a little more prodding from ann in regards to the older niijima sister.   last night certainly is fun,   spending long hours with fun conversations   &.   movies accompanied by sugary treats   —   but nothing could beat waking up to the sight of this in the morning.   eyes once-bleary with sleep now widen at the sight,   something of a squeal escaping as her hands clasp together.

ann’s birthday   !

upon first glance of the bag,   innocently lying in front of her,   ann’s first guess would be her parents   ---   being overseas during this momentous occasion,   they never forget to send something,   even if they couldn’t share their presence with her.   it makes her a bit wistful,   heart clenching momentarily;   but she takes a deep breath and exhales,   releasing that negativity along with it.   (   she’s better than this,   she thinks;   she’s used to this.   )

as she draws closer,   eyes widen upon the display of desserts inside,   each uniquely decorated with a little message on top.   her hands glide towards the card,   &.   when her eyes read it once,   twice,   three times,   her lips purse together.   hands tremble like earthquakes.   she forcefully closes her eyes,   feeling seas threatening to pour,   rampant as the ocean’s waves.

something of a laugh   &.   a sob mangles together,   feeling her heart illuminate with warmth   &.   joy.   but even despite that pure,   unadulterated happiness practically bursting from within her,   the tears pour down   &.   she’s thankful that it’s in the comforts of her home rather than in public.   imagine:   poor akechi being forced to suffer a sitting of her ridiculous sob-fest.

who could’ve imagined this   ?   what starts out as just a means of reaching out,   a simple friendship   ---   evolved into something that ann feels so emotional about   ?   maybe she could’ve never predicted it;   but she’s so,   so grateful to him.   to all of her friends who make this day a little less lonelier than last year.

sniffles sounding more like whimpers,   she wipe her cheeks with the back of her hands as if it’ll dissuade waterfalls.  it doesn’t   ---   but it gives her enough time to reach for her phone   &.   begin texting her gift-giver.   ❛   akechi,   are you trying to make me fat   ?!   you know i can’t resist desserts   !   ❜   she messages him,   barely seeing the screen through bleary eyes.   ❛   but thank you   !   it means a lot to me.   i’ll savor them   !   &.   for your next birthday,   you better watch out   !   ❜

ann’s birthday   !

❛   oh jeez.   today’s going to be exhausting,   isn’t it   ?   ❜   despite the complaint,   her smile lights up like a sunny day,   warmth exuded from the softened expression in her eyes.   almost like candy too sweet to taste,   their actions leave a curling grin on her visage.   it shows they care   ---   she’s thankful.

(   how things have changed from lonely birthdays   &.   lonely little girls.   )

ann’s birthday   !

ann’s birthday   !

ann’s birthday   !

ann’s birthday   !

ann’s birthday   !

it’s actually not that late   ---   but that’s simply because she’s not in america anymore.   she’s in japan,   suitcase in hand,   waiting at some cafe in hopes of surprising makoto at her favorite place.   a long-forgotten cup of coffee lies before the table as she scrolls bored through her phone.   red lips curl into a smile when she receives a text message,   &.   finely-manicured nails clack against her phone.