#cellobowsandarrows

Well THAT’S somethin’ I ain’t ever heard before.

Pretty sure she’s not tho.

@cellobowsandarrows​​ said, ❝ your job is to control chaos, not to succumb to it. ❞

gaze that once held gray eyes are now red like the smudge of blood upon his features a few days ago in a certain alley. to add to the uncanniness he laughs with ren’s voice, but it goes deeper than it should be. with his fingers he’d open and and close his fists as he doesn’t avert his gaze.

“ i am still in control, you know, ” the demon voices as he cocks his head to the side. “ i am him, he’s me; i’m the devil that granted him the strength to freedom. ” his lips would form quite the slasher smile and yet he doesn’t move.

All he’d wanted was to fucking sleep, not that he’d’ve managed more than the bare minimum, but still, it was the principle of the thing. He hadn’t woken up in the usual manner ( screaming, swinging, crying ), but rather by the sound of...well, it sounded like a home invasion or something, next door.

The thing was, Wash kept to himself for the most part, occasionally exchanging pleasantries with his neighbour, Kate ( former avenger, liked his muffins, nice enough ) but mostly...just...yeah. It was easier this way. If it had been any other neighbour, he might have just called the police. But this was Kate. He liked this neighbour. So, careful to not let the cats out, he’d grabbed a knife and padded on through, silent in his pyjamas as he’d hopped out through his own fire escape, then in through hers ( element of surprise, habit ), joining the fray and helping her out in the whole ‘rather not be dead’ thing. It didn’t take long, ultimately, the guilty parties bound, gagged, and unconscious. He just wished he’d thought to put on some socks, let alone shoes first.

Not much damage, all in all, but Wash was still careful as he swept up some debris, then retrieved his knife from where he’d thrown it, embedding it in the wall and pinning a shredded corner of one of the assholes’ shirt there ( he’d been wearing it when the knife was thrown ). He wasn’t sure what to do with the knife, then, though, so he put it down on the kitchen counter.

He yawned, scrubbing a hand across his face before he cleared his throat, turning to face her. “-- So uh. Do...you...wanna ask them anything, or can we take out the trash?” Her apartment, her call.

there was so much junk in the new office. he forgot this one had this particular item. he doesn’t reply. not at first, anyway. slowly, he nods, standing up - mask still in his hands. he walks towards her, finally looking up at her.

@cellobowsandarrows is trying to do everything by herself and we can’t have that.

It would probably surprise people to learn that Sora was a light sleeper.

His friends teased him as lazy when he was younger, and he never denied enjoying a good nap, but nowadays it seemed like a real necessity. Being awake and alert at a moment’s notice was crucial for survival, and the three guardians had needed to jump out of their tent for a nighttime raid more than once.

But it didn’t seem right to say that the sound of her moving had woken him up, in case it made her feel guilty. After all, once he’d seen it was just her he could have drifted back off to sleep. That’s what Goofy and Donald had done.

So he just looked at her, hands on his hips as he cocked his head in what could almost be disapproval, but his tone was too gentle to be taken as anything but concern.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

What is Reno’s ideal date? Well, that’s a lot to think about and consider, isn’t it? The real question is, how much thought am I going to put into this? 

We’ll start with where. Where is Reno’s ideal date? If you’re waiting for me to say something along the lines of ‘his favorite bar’ then you’re wrong. Reno would be a bit more romantic than that, I think. You see, depending on who this person is, the redhead is probably going to cater to them. 

That being said, he’s going to set something up somewhere that he knows the other person likes. They like to stargaze? He’s going to find the highest, safest place that he can access and show them the stars. There’s going to be some wine, perhaps a pizza because he doesn’t cook all that well. You know, things like that. Cater to the one that he loves.

As for who that special someone is. Well. Given that he’s a Turk, it's going to have to be someone who can put up with that lifestyle. Its gotta be someone who can also put up with all his shit. And trust me, its a lot. 

“Sometimes you should Link.” Kate said softly, staring at whatever ‘that’ was in the pot. “You’ve…really, pulled off something special haven’t you?” She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to feel about the dish.

“Link, what is it? Is it meant to look like that? The colour is a bit un-natural.”

“Yeah, sure – but where’s the fun in that?” Well, there was no fun in food poisoning, but he’s handled worse. Besides, he was quite confident in his culinary skills as opposed to anything else. Sure, some dishes are a hit or miss, but that was the beauty in experimenting.

meme || no longer accepting @cellobowsandarrows​ “Don’t do it. Don’t love me.”

       “ you should’ve thought of that before, ” she muttered, a little too stubborn to look her in the eyes. she doesn’t really like the way kate said that, but it was her, even the normal things are said in ways that doesn’t make her exceptionally happy.