#agent-candyfloss

🌞 -  for  my  muse  to  push  your  muse  out  of  the  sunlight. (for Seven) (can't resist a fuck the sun moment lol)

A    VAMPIRE   SYMBOL    MEME  .

With how much he had royally fucked this up - it honestly was tempting just to end it all. Thoughts like these, tended not to take hold often, tended to be passing thoughts that he never took action on. He needed to live for his brother’s sake, that was what he told himself again and again - yet... he’d failed in that one mission. He’d failed to protect the one that he wished to keep safe, no matter the personal cost.

The sun - even while alive, he’d never been one to enjoy its rays - the type to burn easily, due to being locked away in a bunker for the majority of his life. He liked the wind, the rain, the cold mist on a winter’s evening, but the sun? It’d always been too blinding, too hot, too annoying. A fitting end then - to end everything, to vanish from the world, before he could harm more of those that he loved.

Lena shifted the bags of groceries that were in her grasp as she walked up to the pink haired woman. She couldn’t help but eavesdrop on her previous conversation and got curious. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I heard you say you were on vacation. If you’re looking for a tourist spot, I know where there’s a real haunted house. But if that’s not your thing, I understand.”

Sometimes, hunger could be a powerful motivator. Beyond his desire to never bring harm to another person - when he found himself stealing some meat that had been left out for a cat of dog, he decided that it was about time that he tried to secure himself some Mora. But how? He had no talents to turn to, other than stealing and being difficult to catch afterwards. It was a skill his mother had taught him from such an early age, but he hated it all the same. 

Alphinaud Leveilleur

the silent sufferer

you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Maika Chifufu

the "comic relief"

yes, alright, you tell your jokes and do your bits. you break awkward silences and sing silly songs. but what about when you're not keeping the levity? what else makes up the person who makes others feel good? you're kind. you connect with people. you hate to see others sad. you have a vice or two--who doesn't--but the point is, you are the epitome of what it is to be human, and you are able to encompass the absolutely zany improbability of life as we know it. people are comforted by you. they cherish your spirit and relate to you. but it can be difficult when you're not laughing. comedy becomes a wall to keep worse feelings out, or in. a person who feels any emotion to the extreme will undoubtedly feel others the same way. laughing is great, but... perhaps a big reason you appreciate your family is because there's something you can't stand in a silence.

@agent-candyfloss​ asked: “Did you hear that?”

Late Nights - still accepting

The second they had stepped outside on Yokohama’s streets, Miran felt shudders going down her spine. It was past midnight, the air outside rather fresh and clouds hid the stars twinkling over their heads. Yet due to the bright lights of the city even at this time of the day enlightened the dead, empty streets. Cars would drive past them there and then - but the lack of just literally everything that had been there during day or at least late evening made the young heiress rather uncomfortable. If not even paranoid.

Especially after Anikka’s words, that caused the young woman to turn around quickly in mild panic.

Nothing was there. Nobody followed them… or if somebody did they hid really well in the shadows, tall buildings were still capable to draw. Miran swallowed nervously, turning her face back to the pink haired woman, “ I… I heard nothing. Are we in danger?. “.

@agent-candyfloss​ asked: "It wasn't me, I swear!" (For Sehun)

Misunderstand sentence - still accepting

Books were scattered on the wooden floor, pens and other utensils he used for studying spread on his desk. His apartment existing of one, big room with couch, TV and a kitchen underneath the platform on which his, now messy, bed stood, looked as if a storm had raged through. If he would have hoarded rocks, he probably would jokingly say ‘that no stone was left unturned’ in here. However, right now he didn’t feel like saying such thing anyway.

He was too shook.

Just what on earth had happened? And why stood Anikka in here?

“ Were you chasing a rat? “, he asked, no hint of anger in his voice, though the curiosity was clear. Even more was clear however, that he didn’t buy it that this hadn’t been her. Nobody would be nice enough to break into his four walls just to steal his homeworks or anything else he needed to do for university.

...how nice would it be, if he could just tell his professor that he couldn’t finish something because it was stolen? Finally setting a food into the apartment, he had only just opened the door, he examined the surroundings in which he always had felt rather comfortable and safe.

@agent-candyfloss​ asked: [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger 

Nonverbal Memes - no longer accepting

In shock, Miran looked at the gun the young man in front of the two women held. Was she aware just how dangerous the streets outside were, especially for those of wealth, she would somehow still never have thought to ever cross paths with a situation as such. Of her life being threatened for a short time being unless she’d give the person, who’s face was hidden underneath a wide hood, all her money.

The more glad the young heiress had been to have the other woman on her side, who apparently had noticed the seriousness so much quicker. So now, Miran stood behind her. Couldn’t help still however, but to swallow down in nervous manner, while gently grabbing the shoulder of the other woman.

“  i’m not used to letting people close. i don’t like being vulnerable— but i want to, with you. i want to let you in.  ” (For Chuuya)

memes for that specific brand of ships

This was one of those signs, one of those red flags that screamed he had let her get too close. His heart hurt a little, swallowing back the automatic protest that raised to the tip of his tongue. She had no idea what she was saying. She was speaking to a monster and saying she wanted to let him in? How was he supposed to respond to this?  Because the truth was that he wanted the same. His heart ached to feel close to someone, to be accepted, to be loved ... yet hadn’t he thrown all that away the second that he had sworn loyalty to Port Mafia? Something like him, it didn’t need the fluttering inside it’s chest, the poetry hidden inside his notebook - yet he craved this so badly, a hand reaching out to gently pull Anikka close to him, holding her close as he tried to think on the right words to even begin to explain the nightmare going on inside his mind currently.