#deadlincs

"You look very handsome. This suits you."

Evelyn is sitting back in her chair, evaluating him.

🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write

always a sucker for ol'reliable ( romance ) but i do not play about a horror or coming of age!!! so if anyone would like to indulge in any of these with me i am sleeping with one eye open!

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

i can't even lie to you, i would have to name every blog i follow in general to answer this because i am a nosy girl that reads everyone's replies and such because they're always THAT good but i'll drop my sweet baby angels since i am in contact with them often and it really is a pleasure to just bounce headcanons, plots, mindless yaps, etc. off each other! @lustraveil / @phys1cian / @brazenlystrong / @naento .

🔑 my favorite type of threads + 🖼 my favorite types of characters

"higuruma-san, thank you for joining!" she has all the ingredients neatly spread out on the table. one set for her student and one set for herself. today, they would be learning to make okonomiyaki. of course, with her own little spin on the ingredients. "do you have any experience with cooking already?? don't worry if you don't! i'll try my very best to take you through it step by step." she only hopes that he would be patient with her too ... sometimes, she could get a little sidetracked on her own tangents.

Vash is not a true god but is close enough to being one; angelic things do not frighten him. But he's not stupid enough to be cheeky when he finds the real thing and recognizes it immediately--celestial and simulacra-celestial collide. His eyes flicker to the halo chained around the man's neck and up to Higuruma's eyes. Their eyes, Vash knows immediately, look the same. An overwhelming pity takes him so strongly he almost bursts into tears then and there. Instead Vash just crosses to Higuruma and reaches for his hand to gently take it in his own, always one who finds the most solace in comforting others, and the plant wills himself to smile. As always, it comes more easily to him than he ever expects it to.

Reverberations of ramblings yielded to a sudden, unsettling symphony of grunts and thuds. Shit. The response was quick; a blur of blue and beige flew to his fallen friend's side. While his features were still, there were subtle signs that betrayed his stoicism. A fine crease between thin, dark blonde brows. The spectre of a grimace haunted the corners of his mouth, but was unable to overcome him and manifest in full. In a fluid motion, his effects were tucked in the pocket of his suit jacket, and his hands hovered out on either side. Despite his efforts to curb it, exasperation permeated his otherwise even tone. "I told you that you didn't have to carry everything in one trip," he chided, lips anchoring deep into his cheeks. From side to side, he shifted, pivoting on the knee anchored to the floor. His sharp, scrutinizing stare missed nothing as it scaled the length of his dear friend. After verification that nothing was broken, Kento's focus panned to survey the entire scene, prompted by the rolling of a tomato caught at the edge of his periphery. Thankfully, throughout the bizarre collage, there appeared to be nothing leaking from the groceries or Yu. A sigh streamed steadily through his nose. "Are you alright?" The question billowed at the edge of this exhalation, teeming with relief.

hand eventually returns to self, briefly unsure now where to place until it settles on the curve of her knee. long, gangly legs are folded against her, feet safely planted on the dock and away from the salt water swirling around him. she envies him sometimes-- the ocean looks freeing. sometimes, she wonders if it swallowed her whole, that instead of drowning, if it would take her somewhere else. a hidden world far away from the cruelties here on land.

robin would be lying if she said she hadn't worried that kento had finally left her for good. that he had grown tired of helping her escape town after town and eventually, even aiding her in escapes that involved her own crimes. self-preservation has become foremost in her mind. betrayal becomes easier and easier when you think of it as a preemptive strike; protecting herself from the inevitable. kento was the only one she could trust.

and, then he was gone, finding herself standing at the shore, at every dock, staring into the endless sea whenever she would cast off ... all of it alone and wondering whether her friend set himself free from her.

but, here he's returned, haunted in a way that she never wished to see on his face. anger made one irrational; she saw how wrath marred the faces of those who had gone after her. all the while she should be the angry one. this time, however, she felt it--- a simmering emotion just beneath the surface. and then the guilt that lands like a stone in the pit of her stomach. she should have looked for him.

"you're here now." robin leans her cheek against the back of her hand. after a soft silence, she looks to him again; "these hunters, the ones who hurt you... do you know where they are now?"

i forgot what meme this is it was so long ago LMAO

" starve to death... probably. " Yue Qingyuan taps the tip of his pen against the pad of paper he's scribbling a grocery list onto and glances up at Higuruma through his glasses. faint grin in tow, the other is just close enough that he can make use of his free hand by gripping his tie, and forcibly tugging him down for a quick, brief kiss.

the Yue Qingyuan of old would've chastised himself for acting so unruly ( in his own eyes ), but as the time he's spent here continues to stretch on, the more... relaxed he's allowed himself to become, so much so that parts of himself he repressed for years were finally starting to crop up. he no longer bore the duties of an entire sect on his shoulders; appearances and decorum were a thing of the past. sometimes he still struggled to shake some of his old habits, but Higuruma was extraordinarily patient with him about that, something he found to be a blessing.

he savours the way his lover's lips taste against his tongue. the rush of soft flesh against flesh, and the sweet way he smells just after he's put on perfume. they aren't due for their date until much later in the night, but it's so very like him to always be so dressed up. Yue Qingyuan adores it. while he, himself, still found this dimension's modern style of clothing somewhat of a challenge to stuff himself in, he's gradually grown more and more comfortable with how it looks on him. he never would've imagined himself wearing such form-fitting outfits, nor did he anticipate freely showing his scars on bare skin, the byproducts of his qi deviation as a child.

at one time he was immensely embarrassed with how he looked. the cultivator's robes he'd donned nearly his whole life afforded him a great deal of security and self-preservation, but the things he wore now... these... tee shirts, he thinks they're called, are so much more revealing. they cling to his flesh like a mold and carelessly expose the deep scars gouged forever into his arms. at times he finds himself tempted to throw on a cardigan or a sweater, even when it's uncomfortably hot, but Higuruma is almost always there to gently talk him down from it. to reassure him that he was beautiful the way he looked, and to soften his heart with loving words tangled in adoration.

Yue Qingyuan releases him after a brief moment and immediately scribbles something else that's just popped into his head. this list is important because they won't have a chance to shop together again for a while after today, so he wants to ensure he's covered everything ( and to prolong how much time they spend with one another ). " i'm the only reason you'll come home early these days instead of working yourself to exhaustion. if that's what it takes it get you to take care of yourself though... i don't mind. " he chuckles lightly. " the way i phrased it, it sounds like you need me a lot, but if i'm being honest... i need you just as much. so don't forget to take care of yourself even without me, okay? "

he's fully aware of just how dangerous it is out there for Higuruma, and Yue Qingyuan would never dream of turning him away from it, not when it was part of his everyday work, he just hoped he might exercise caution from time to time... for both their sake's, not just Yue Qingyuan's.