#lmbve

Because of this excitement he was paying close attention to his surrounding. He noticed something familiar in the crowd of new sites and sounds. It was a certain bracelet that was given to a god eater. He was a bit surprised cause it looked a bit different, he had the need to ask the other about it. 

“ Pardon me, but I just had to inquire. Is that an armlet the one given to a God Eater?”

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy meme.

accepting!

It hurts to admit it, but she's not that strong when ghostsfrom the past decide to come back solely to haunt you; like a joke that everyone gets but you. She had always considered herself strong. Thefemme fatale men certainly don't want to cross paths with. A heartless cannibalwho kills not only to survive, but for the sake of taking a life away whenevershe needed a moment of entertainment - surely someone like her can't be botheredwith feelings, right?

Mm.

Purple eyes blinked, restlessly trying to get rid of those unwanted tears. A ghoul shouldn't cry - they aren't humans. Hah, had it been someone else, Rize would be the first to mock them for feeling... It's useless to keep echoing that in her head, itwill never be enough to stop the tears from coming.

Furuta Nimura. The only person who has ever called her a friend, and also the only one who cared so much about her. That fateful encounter from not long ago... how sick thatthis city decided to pull him back from the past and shove him right to her face. Ah,maybe she deserved it. Forgetting the person that cared for you the most is a featthat only someone like Rize herself could pull off. Isthis what guilt feels like?

Whatever it is it sucks.

Peer into my muse’s memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

“So what’s your name?”

The question catches the small, dirty child off-guard, and for several long moments he flounders on how to respond. He doesn’t have a name, after all–not in the traditional sense–and even the local adults never call him the same thing twice. Should he list off all of those, then…? Is something better than nothing? 

He decides in the next second that, yes, something must be better than nothing, and begins rattling off the names, using his tiny fingers to keep track. Brat. Punk. Vermin. Rat. Mongrel. He’s sure he’s forgetting a few… What were they…?

The boy looks up, and is surprised to see Kyouya utterly aghast. 

“Those aren’t names… Aren’t those just mean things to say…?!”

“Well…maybe…but I don’t have a name like yours.”

Kyouya’s expression shifts from disgruntled, to surprised, to pensive. Confused by the sudden silence, the boy opens his mouth to ask if something’s wrong–

“Then…how ‘bout I give you one? I don’t really wanna call you any of those things…and you never had a real name anyway, so it’s fine, right?”

Send me a song and I’ll write a headcanon, drabble, or my Muse’s opinion on it.

Peer into my muse’s memories | (accepting!)

 It had been only a week since she had joined Corrin’s ranks, known to most as the bow-legged girl from the dead village. Her ears had been closed to such things as much as they could be, yet the words still stung at her like vultures swooping in, picking away piece by piece, even though she knew they weren’t meant to. Although most spoke of her with only sympathy, they were empty words to her.

 It was at this point, however, that she made a very strange choice - she, accompanied by Corrin, decided to return to what was left, to say goodbye one last time. Work was already coming along to try and clean up the remains, to try and return some semblance of peace to this border-bound village, yet none of it mattered to her. Other members of the army had already buried most of them, and flowers matching those at Mozu’s ears were found on one grave alone.

 On the way, she had decided the words to say, something of conviction, of trying to move on.

 The words stuck in her throat. Just like always, she internally chided, you can’t do it when it matters. She collapsed to her knees, as if they had simply given up. Honestly, she wanted to follow their example. She wanted to disappear, to give herself so someone else could have survived, she wanted to scream, but…

 …all that escaped were choked sobs, descending into unrestrained tears. Although they were slightly muffled as Corrin carefully pulled her into their embrace, she couldn’t stop herself. 

✜ – asuka internally beams, rejoicing and basking in the feel of the kitten’s fur in her fingers and the way it butts its head against her hands. it’s nice to receive attention from someone whose only ulterior motive is to get cuddles in return, and asuka is more than happy to oblige. the weird part about being alone for so long is you can’t hide the nitty gritty from yourself – not forever – so it’s nice to be able to take some time out from her busy schedule and just... be alone with someone, together.

Gilbert McLane is a huntsmen that’s extremely loyal to his teammates and comrades even though he may seem rougher around the edges. Originally from Vacuo and like many people from there he had a rough start but showed boundless potential. His proficiency with his spear/assault gun and shield made him intimidating to face and force to be reckoned with in combination with his strength related semblance. He almost treats his weapon as if it’s a sentient as any other person. 

reaction meme || accepting

@lmbve

↱ = being lost with them

Oh, the irony.

Gritting his teeth, Yata tried to ignore the discomfort he felt at now not only being lost, but being lost with the guy who had asked him about being lost! It was like some cosmic joke being made at his expensive for having his head up his ass not that long ago. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, the skater didn’t speak for a long moment before mumbling: