#s-talking

the neighborhood was quiet and worn due to local government body negligence, but the house he was looking at was different. it loomed like a wound in the row of less modest homes, silent, unwelcoming, with no signs of life to it. no lights, no furniture visible through the grimy panes, nothing to really suggest it had been lived in recently. yet the detective felt it: intuitive instinct luring him as if this was the place.

he took a slow step forward, hand brushing the edge of the gate. it's prolonged rusty squeal inadvertently announced his intrusion, not that it mattered, he felt watched after all so he proceeded to come close to the front door. a gloved knuckle met the surface of old wood, letting a distinctive knock reverberate through the house's innards.

{ LISTEN HERE YOU EVIL DEVIL DISGUISED AS AN ANGEL— I'm going to run out of money buying all these hardhat because of you constantly breaking them! Where is my compensation, hm? I'm just expected to slave away all my earnings just so you can break more of them! Oh, the horror! THE HORROR! *falls down defeated*

🦚 Last moment you felt proud? Or, any moment you have!

//okay so this is gonna sound incredibly weird and probably make sense only to me and/or anyone who has played this incredibly niche game but idc, it made me proud of myself and I will explain it to the best of my ability

so there's this PS2 game called Rule of Rose aaand I've played it a lot. And it is infamous for its combat being... painful

Very painful

And not even in a "you have to be super good with the controls" way, in a "this is just straight up broken" way

the Hoffman boss is particularly infamous for how unfair he is, he's got an insane amount of invincibility frames and whenever you go in to smack him, you are going to take hits in return, guaranteed. There is no chance to dodge. He's got a wide smack range and an attack so quick it is literally impossible to move Jennifer away from it before he does it

you heal yourself by eating in that game. Jennifer is very relatable. Food is healing

... AND I WAS ABLE TO EAT HOFFMAN WITHOUT EATING A SINGLE BITE OF FOOD

BEAT

BEAT HOFFMAN

I'M NOT CORRECTING THE TYPO, YOU KNOW WHAT, I ATE HIM

Leaning against the counter, he was just about to doze off, his thoughts swirling with various images...memories, ideas, impending dreams; it was that space right between the waking world and that of slumber. The jingle of the doorbell startled him back into reality and he sprung up from the counter, quickly wiping away any drool that had escaped his lips. "Welcome in!" Ava hoped that the customer hadn't noticed him scrambling. | @s-talking

@s-talking

send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse

玫:

Sakuyoru is starting to become accustomed to his behaviors, mannerisms, and to-be awful actions that are actually something to be worried about – or in this case of today, unbelievably mischievous. It's in that awkward tilt of his lips when he speaks softly to her, and the smile lingers while he thinks. That little gleam in his dark eyes that upturn in just the slightest way while he smiles that whatever he's thinking is an absolutely great idea to him. Usually if it pertains to her – which it always does when he's in a playful mood – he's more keen to being an inch or two away from her to give him ample space to work with by contrast to the literal like-glue proximity he usually does with her.

She should probably write a book one day about living with a killer like him, but he's to die for – to her, anyway.

She's about to clock out after closing up the floral shop for the evening. Envy just so happens to be a on-off part-timer who wasn't properly employed but shows up when Sakuyoru asks him to do the heavy lifting that she cannot. He gets paid, surely, but it's to her account since he doesn't really have one. Also in quite a many kisses and cuddles, which again – is awful about because he likes getting more than he's given from her.

Sakuyoru takes the key and locks up the shop, with her boss putting her things away in her car parked right at the front of the store. That's when he decides to be his awful, playful self. Lifting her suddenly right when he hears the door click in it's locking mechanism, and hoists her literally over his broad shoulder. To which, she isn't too surprised by it, just exclaiming "Oi" to him. Her elbow comes to pinpoint on his back to prop her head up as he starts walking off with her, and her boss looks over at the peculiar sight. Mostly because her most beloved and astute employee is usually so stoic that nothing goes by her, except for this man. Clearly, to her, they are much more than at-home friends.

The boss's eyes go wide, and she starts snickering to herself at the sound of Sakuyoru smacking him right on his back as he pops a large hand on her buttocks. "Envy!" she pouts, the tips of her pointed ears becoming quite pink at this point. Which, only goads him more, because he does it again, and his name is copied with a more warning tone. Her cheeks this time, are very red.

He knows for a fact, that she hates when he's like this in public, but he also knows that she's denying enjoying this peculiar possessive yet playful behavior. Like she belongs to him, and that very distinct exterior she has goes down just for him, and maybe he knows that. No, he definitely does.

❝   Hmm.  For how long have you eluded me for,  Cilius. . .   ❞   At long last,  he had been unearthed.  A diamond in the rough some could say,  sadly buried amongst the unworthy,  mingled amidst the filth;  Lucilius no longer retained his prior body nor appearance,  yet this reincarnation of himself,  too,  was beautiful. Thus our serpent watched quietly from above,  perched at the precipice of a skyscraper,  all within the bustling heart of USA’s metropolis.

Min - jun,  so was Lucilius’  new worldly name.  He was trailing someone in the ocean of busy bodies minding their own business,  calm and collectively.  Let it be for murderous intentions or something else altogether,  Min - jun’s plans had been abruptly disrupted by the sudden deafening  and unworldly impact on the drive road.

It was an amazing scene like no other.  Everyone in the vicinity automatically froze,  their eyes fixated in hypnotism and their minds sought an explanation for such an unspeakable event.  It is there and then that they beheld the great serpent,  standing proudly so atop a crushed yellow taxi,  its frame sunk beneath his formidable appearance.

Like a mob mind, men and women begun to record everything,  as if they were subconsciously programmed to do such an act in self-defense.  Regardless of their confusion,  Belial’s piercing gaze explored for none other than the young black haired man silhouette. He was mixed between the forgettable faces,  he who would eventually thrive by becoming something SO much MORE than what his mortal shell could offer.  

 ❝   I am thrilled to have found you.  ❞  Our serpent spoke, contented.  Similar to a mare,  his frame effortlessly hopped onto the asphalt,  and like an ocean people began to part in order to allow his tall presence to slowly walk towards Min - jun.  Are they together? Is this some movie stunt? Is he human?  So many whispers,  yet no one even considered intervening;  will Lucilius’ reincarnation,  after all,  accept his undying servant? 

// just a bit of sweet positivity for our little speka; despite knowing each other for so long, i sincerely love & admire everything that you do ( let it be aesthetics, writing, headcanons, memes, etc etc ) & especially when it comes to our threads. no matter the character, your imagination & creativity always bring out the best in people & i hope that you know how wonderful you really are, not only as a fellow writer, but also as a friend. & yes, i'll throw envy at every single muse of yours because there isn't a leash strong enough for this wicked lil sh*t lmao

{ Aaaaaah, you are the absolute sweet person in the world, I swear by this! /)///(\ It makes me so unbelievably happy to know that you enjoy everything that I do and not only that, you also are so open towards any of the characters I throw at you. I always feel so comfortable talking to you and interacting with you, like... I don’t even know how to explain it. Just know that I always have so much fun with you, whether it’s us joking around or plotting or even just thirsting over Envy and such. It doesn’t matter to me how long either of us takes to respond to anything we have going because I will always be interested in anything we do. I’m honestly so happy that we’re friends because I really look up to you and I remember just how excited I was when you first started following me. Know that I love both you and Envy so much!