#explosivepin

Getting them something they need before they ask for it.  Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk. Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

Sirens are supposed to get louder as they get closer, to alert everyone that they're coming. She does not notice. The one time that the stupid cow should panic and cry, I-pin later realizes, he doesn't. The bullet pierced his heart, and he lays there, in I-pin's arms, calm and still and so quiet. Both eyes are open, looking up at her, but she can tell he's already leaving this earth. I-pin leans forward, I-pin pulls him closer. Her head rests on his shoulder as she struggles for air herself, like a child trying not to cry. No sound can come out of her that reflects this heartbreak. He's getting so cold, and she knows he'll need the warmth to stay comfortable.

Bystanders circle around them, confused shouts and stuttering demands to the paramedics to arrive quickly surrounds them both.She does not notice. His lips move, a soft 'Sorry' slips out in the air. Bloodied fingernails dig into Lambo's back. If this were earlier in the day, when she gave him a hug for settling for a simple cake sold at the bakery, he would break the embrace and go for 'a pinch to grow an inch.' But that moment is GONE and I-pin shakes her head, they were just at the restaurant enjoying her birthday dinner and he was so WARM not like the corpse before her and she hunts through her memories for ANY moment where they were unsafe and she can't find it.

[text: @explosivepin] what do you want for your birthday??

man, i hope your car gets repaired and that you get some rest. ;;;;;

♚ DIG INTO ERWIN’S LIFE / HEADCANONS. POSITION: SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING.

[ Q: SELF-LOVING OR SELF-LOATHING? ]

          despite his outward appearance of SELF-SURETY and PRIDE, erwin is very self-loathing. it isn’t to the extent where he hates himself, per se, but he is his OWN BIGGEST ENEMY. the commander is known to be strict and no-nonsense with the cadets, and even with his peers——————but he is MOST MERCILESS toward his own self, the near denotation to unforgiving and nearly ABUSIVE as to how he treats himself behind closed doors. 

          not all of his confidence is false; for he knows well that he is a STRONG & CAPABLE military leader with a world of accomplishments to back up that claim, but none of that can undo the INDELIBLE BLOTCHES of blood staining his seemingly unmarred flesh. dating back to the death of his most beloved, and perhaps even before then, as his mother died so much as BRINGING HIM INTO THE WORLD—————————nothing but death follows him, while he has the audacity to LIVE. he feels as though every moment of his life must be filled with WORK toward the only thing he has left in his life; the accomplishment of mankind’s only goal, and the freedom from her BINDING CHAINS. he is her slave and he will do whatever she asks of him, without COMPLAINT.

          it also comes in how he takes care of himself——or how he fails to, more accurately. sleep is a distant stranger to him; as she tries to keep in touch but he ignores her call to MAKE HIS UNDESERVED EXISTENCE worth something. he does eat, but sparsely—less than one meal a day, other than when his peers force him to nourish himself, as surely with how vigorously he exercises, his body DEMANDS the recompense. 

          all in all, he has a tendency to OVERWORK himself, but he does not see this as a problem. even the finest instruments need some tuning up, after a while. 

[ Q: ADDICTION? ]

          he does not particularly have one————though perhaps the nearest culprit is success. it is his DRIVING FORCE, alongside its undesirable partner, FAILURE. but with this pair comes the need to continue, to persevere and to validate all that’s perished in his NAME. relinquishing his ambitions is no option, as he is a man of too much duty to simply rest, to throw away all he’s worked for more than TWENTY YEARS. and in pursuit of success, he will nearly TEAR HIMSELF TO SHREDS to make it possible————————sleepless nights, overexertion, pain, injury, even DEATH if it was required. he would give up all that concocts to form his very being if it meant that the little ingrate MANKIND would benefit from his sacrifice.

Closed starter for @explosivepin ; I kinda wrote a bit because I like to write out a bit of background. You don’t have to match length. ^^

Looking through some paperwork, Haru was thinking to herself. After they all returned from the future, Haru had then started to think to herself about how she could better help the guys. Be more useful. How could she become less of a weak link to them?

It was then when she came up with the idea to start training on her own and hone her own set of skills. Her costume making and her gymnastics surely could help her in some regard. Of course, that regard being spy work. Staking out the enemy. Gathering information. 

One of the most important things about disguising yourself is- 

Brrr brr!

Pulling out her cellphone, she checked the screen to see that it was her alarm going off with a message: “Get ready!”

AH! She had to clean up soon, because she had guests coming over soon. I-pin was going to be learning how to better hide herself and gather information in order to better reinforce her own set of skills that were apt for assassinations.

“Where is it...? Where is it?” Tsuna asked himself as he rummaged through his belongings -- a single suitcase. “I know I had my ring in there somewhere!”

“The stupid thing must still be around here somewhere!” he muttered, “I never took it out of the suitcase either!”

While Tsuna was rambling on to himself, he ended up bumping into a young girl. She seemed young enough to be anywhere from eight to ten years old, like someone he knew well before he’d ran away from Japan.

Numer 4 - A sword/knife fight