#belacedia

Bel: you can’t mix fruits with vegetables with Oreo's and Mac n cheese.

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍,   𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍.        There is no haste in her movements,   no desire to diminish their distance earlier than it would be appropriate to do so        ⸻        Within her mind,   the princess silently rehearses all the words that she plans on vocalizing soon,   all the curious questions and all the timid statements and even all the selfless comfort that she is willing to gratuitously offer him. 

The open door to his room is an almost miraculous lucky fluke and she does not think twice whilst she peeks her head inside.        A hum,   fleeting and audible for his ears only,   signals her presence before she speaks.        ❝   How about...   Bandages and hot soup   ?   ❞

@belacedia​ . 

It felt almost strange, to be adorning the Varia uniform.  It felt strange, being part of this world, but not serving under ... Yamamoto was quick to shake those thoughts down; there was no point in lingering on what could have happened. Tsuna ... Tsuna was free from this life. And he couldn’t be any more happier or prouder in him, and he meant that with earnest.

After the night of their arrest, things have been ... Hell. With a criminal record, his future as a professional baseball player had been torn from his fingers, and no university would ever consider accepting him. His future was a dark and bleak one, but ... In the end, he was glad that everything had worked out. More or less.

Tsuna got to live the life he wanted, traveling in peace, outside of the mafia’s eyes and grasp. Gokudera was saved by Shamal and Bianchi—allegedly, anyways, but he was safe and not facing a death sentence. Colonello got Ryohei out.

... And he was part of the Varia now.

There’s a small commotion at the training yard. A bunch of henchmen blocking Yamamoto’s path to the training yard. Guess news of fresh meat traveled fast, and the goons seemed adamant about giving him a hard time.

I’m sorry I grouped everyone here, but I got so overwhelmed with love and support that I’m afraid I’ll start crying again if I were to reply to every single one of these. I’m touched, I’m feeling so many emotions to the depth of my heart. I didn’t expect to receive so many asks in support of this blog and this character. As someone who has a very hard time believing in myself and in my characterization, your words always come as the push that I always need to try and understand that my insecurities and my anxiety are all just me overthinking and me going through sad moments. 

You are all fantastic writers. Each and every one of you is someone I look up to every single day, learn from you, bounce off your content to better my writing and my characterization better. Each one of you has passions that fuel me every single day because you are interested in so many different, unique things that I never even heard of! The fandoms, the games, the books, the movies, everything! All of you are the reason I’m still here, I’m still trying to improve, I’m sharpening my creative writing skills and I found my passion in creation, writing, reading, a lot of fandoms and games. You’re fantastic people who deserve so much love, so much support, and so many hugs. 

I want to thank everyone for sending this, for taking your time and writing additional words, I love you all. It means so, so much to me and I will never stop saying it. I’m very emotional right now, it took me a bit to calm down from the way I was blushing and my heart was beating so fast. I’m still flushed from how happy and touched I am, I teared up while writing this. I’ve been so emotional these days, I’ve received so much support from everyone on Sunday as well and throughout these three days. I’m just... You’re all a blessing. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. 

It’s been some time now since the . . . Death of his father , and yet , the swordsman still felt the wounds of his heart bleed fresh in his chest .  Gokudera had offered to accompany him to the now abandoned sushi shop they ran , to collect the last of his things , but he had proudly and stupidly denied him , and told him he was fine to go on his own . What a load of crap , this was the first time he had entered the building since it had happened , almost a month ago . And if he didn’t value the things inside , he doesn’t think he’d have the heart to return at all .

Hauling a box off the floor , the Rain did his best not to look around — just go in and out , get the mission done . Nudging the busted door open , Takeshi stepped slowly towards the awaiting vehicle . However , he stiffened , seeing a figure standing before the Take Sushi establishment . 

                               ‘          it  seems  my  dragon  knights  have  been  neglecting  their  duty     &.     have  let  a  rat  inside   .          ’          𝐀  𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄   ,   𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐍  𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒   ,   yet  there  was  nothing  sweet  about  the  sharpness  of  canines  so  clearly  on  display   ,   the  threat  of  them  piercing  flesh  as  clear  as  the  spark  of  GOLDEN  FLAMES  dancing  within  the  empress’  eyes   .   those  eyes  d e v o u r  the  boy  before  her   ━━━   for  that  was  what  he  was   ,   a  little  boy   ,  to  𝐀𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑   .

‘          what  is  it  you’re  here  for   ,   boy   ?   i  do  not  take  kindly  to  UNWANTED  GUESTS  trespassing  in  my  territory   .          ’          ( @belacedia​   /   starter )       

《𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭》

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Hibari had trained multiple yellow feathered companions over the years and each and every one quite capable of performing tasks given to them. The Cloudian trusted them just as much, if not more, than the members who have followed him since the Disciplinary Committee days. 

Most often, the little birds were tasked to fly above head to stalk the peaceful streets of Namimori. Should anything prove detrimental to the peace, Hibari would be alerted by a certain signal. He’d received the signal and had gone out to investigate. 

Who else would he come across other than Prince Belphegor of the Varia squad?

【Certainly, this is a cause of concern. State your business.】

With a raised hand, a yellow bird perched upon his finger, singing a nostalgic song that resonate deep within the Cloudian. This man never forgot his roots, and never did he allow repeat transgressors to walk about without any form of supervision as long as he was made aware of them. 

The gathering today was a formal one, that called in the famiglia’s who all were connected to various businesses and deals with her godfather. So, per the instructions given to her last minute, she had been dressed formally into an evening gown. ‘Do not embarass us, her godmother had hissed, sharp eyes scrutinizing her when she was getting ready, ‘wear something appropriate and conservative’ Ha, a laughable idea. 

She made her way through the guests in her battle gown; a dress of fine red that fell over the curve of her shoulders and dipped into a nearly modest v. The skirt ruffles started at the slit to her right thigh, swaying as her black heels clicked over the polished floors. Even went as far as to clip her hair and curl the ends over her shoulder. Beatrice, her cousin, had glared at Mishil alongside her mother for being so brazen. Vincenzo jr, her godfather’s son, caught her arm and squeezed enough pressure to pause her steps. Ass. He pretended to smile and seethed quietly into her ear,  ❝ —You’ve nerve. Trying to make a statement?❞ Her lashes rose, amber eyes glowing as she held his gaze and flashed her sweetest smile.  ❝ I’m only dressing as was expected of me, dear brother. You shouldn’t be so surprised. ❞

Pulling her arm from his grasp, she moved away with her chin raised--she could still feel certain glares digging into her back, but she wouldn’t let that stop her. She wasn’t a little girl to be intimidated and bullied--and she’d be free one way or another. This party was all show anyway, and she could see that in the way the real bosses had left with her godfather to talk amongst themselves.