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@skyvar | Soft hours are upon us;;

Did u mean gross sobbing time // @nvrcmplt 

          Ah, how his heart twisted. He knew the last time when he showed himself that he would not be able to stay for good and yet-- yet he’d gone and shown Hiro that he was alive and relatively alright. He’d wanted him to know at least that he was still out there, that there was no need to mourn him. (Yet.) That there were still many things he wanted to share with him, to make sure he knew that he would always be kept safe from the things that he would never know of. Now that the war was over though, he wanted to make sure that Hiro knew that he was back permanently. Of course, he’d still have to go on recoveries and aid in the healing of the universe from what Zarkon had caused-- but that could be done mostly without him so he wouldn’t be gone for years at a time anymore. So he’d returned and found himself waiting patiently for Hiro to be finished with what he was doing. 

His nerves alight, he wanted to ensure that Hiro first knew that he was home again-- only to be met with those words. Welcome home, Takashi. Gods, he hadn’t genuinely felt such warmth in his chest in so long he wasn’t sure how to react. It was the other who had said his name for the first time in years and to hear it again, to be welcomed home again-- Of course he couldn’t help the bioluminescent tears that brimmed over white lashes and the lopsided smile that curved sharp jowls. Hiro had neither found him frightening or anything of the sort when he’d returned last time, that was enough for him, but to welcome him home? His heart reminded him that he was indeed home again. That he was here to stay. That there would be no more pain and suffrage beyond perhaps normal circumstances. (What was normality anymore?) He was choked up, vision blurred by the glow and yet still focused on the other as he smiles in both relief and warmth. 

@defenderchosen // Meme ▲ — Share a blanket with my muse!

          A bad night-- day, which ever it might’ve been. It was hard to tell sometimes with the constant travel between star systems. Shiro never did sleep much, functioning off the bare minimum and collapsing where he landed. Tonight it would be a bit different though. He suspected he wouldn’t be getting much rest at all given the barrage of thoughts flashing through his mind. Memories, ghosts, the fragments of things he couldn’t quite recall and yet still had the notion of remembering. He wondered what it would be tonight-- that inkling in the back of his mind telling him that he would likely be fraught with terrors and fears the moment he closed his eyes.. Would it be the reaching of claws delving into his flesh or the moments he could do nothing but hope someone survived as he knew he wasn’t fast enough? 

Would it be of Kerberos again? His eyes never left the drifting stars as he mulled over it, having perched himself in the window of Black’s bay to try to find some semblance of peace. In here, he felt safer. A flicker of a warning in his mind from the lion herself and he prepared his expression accordingly. A softer smile that didn’t reflect the chaos currently taking hold of his thoughts, he turned agate hues to Keith as he came in and cocked a brow in question. “Why’re you still up?” The same could be said for himself, but he wondered in perhaps the other wasn’t having too pleasant of a night as well. Or perhaps he was merely acting on his ‘Shiro radar’ as he called it. Keith did seem to have an eye for whenever Shiro was having a moment. 

@maudlxne | The cutest ask I’ve ever seen in my LIFE ;; 

          This was genuinely the best part of his day, he’d say. On especially stressful ones where he was overwhelmed or overworked, he would come home and indulge in showering the two halves of his whole heart in his unyielding affection to recharge and recover from it. The late days were particularly hard though since he couldn’t do that, he wanted to be home sooner so he could spend more time with them. He’d shirked off his uniform, crawled right into bed and gave gentle coos and soft whispers the moment their beloved little darling began to fuss in order to get him back to sleep. It didn’t matter how many times he saw him, his first thought would always be how undeniably adorable he was followed by how it was even possible such a beautiful thing could ever exist. 

A soft chuckle leaves his lips and he gently reaches over, fingers sweeping over her cheek as he smiled warmly. “My turn if I do,” he chimed in a soft whisper. It’d be a lie if he said he hadn’t hoped a little that he would’ve woken up-- but that was only because he wanted to spend the time missed with him. “Well, aside from almost being roasted by the native animals, the reconstruction went well. I just wish it hadn’t taken so long so I could’ve come back early today.” There was no denying that they were aware of how busy it could be, sometimes though, he wondered if he should take a sabbatical for a while to be at home. Unfortunately, one couldn’t just take a break from being a paladin. Tossing the thought away, he leaned over carefully to plant a kiss to her lips with a soft smile curving his own. 

BOLD  what  usually  applies  /  ITALICIZE  sometimes  applies  to  your  muse .   REPOST,  DO  NOT REBLOG !!

**DEFENSIVENESS. arms  crossed  on  chest  /   crossing  legs  / fist-like  gestures / pointing  index  finger  /   karate  chops   / stiffening  of  shoulders    / tense  posture / curling  of  lip /   baring  of  teeth

**REFLECTIVE. hand  to  face  gestures  /   head  tilted    / stroking chin    /  peering  over   glasses  /   taking  glasses  off  —  cleaning   /   putting  earpiece  of  glasses in  mouth   /  pipe  smoker  gestures    /  putting  hand  to  the bridge  of  nose  / pursed  lips  / knitted  brows

**SUSPICION. arms  crossed /   sideways  glance /   touching  or  rubbing  nose  / rubbing  eyes /   hands  resting  on  weapon /  brows  rising    /  lips  pressing  into  a  thin line    / strict  unwavering  eye  contact   /   wrinkling  of  nose

**OPENNESS + COOPERATION. open  hands /   upper  body  in  sprinters  position / sitting  on  the edge  of  a  chair    /   hand-to-face gestures  /   unbuttoned  coat    / tilted  head / slacked  shoulders  /  droopy  posture /   feet  pointed  outward    / palms  flat  and  facing  outward

**CONFIDENCE. hands  behind  back /   hands  on  lapels  of  coat  /   steeped  hands /  baring  teeth  in  a  grin  /   rolling  shoulders  / tipping head  back  but  maintaining  eye  contact /  chest  puffed  up  /   shoulders  back / arms  folded  just  above  navel

**INSECURITY + ANXIETY. chewing  pen  or  pencil  / rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb / biting  fingernails /  hands  in  pockets /  elbow  bent /   closed  gestures /  clearing  throat  /   “ whew ”  sound /   picking  or  pinching  flesh / fidgeting  in  chair  /  hand  covering  mouth  whilst speaking  /   poor  eye  contact  / tugging  pants or  clothes  /  jingling  money  in  pockets  /   tugging  at  ear  /  perspiring  hands /   playing  with  hair   /  swaying   /   playing  with pointer / marker   /   smacking  lips  / sighing  /rocking  on  balls  of  feet /   flexing  fingers  sporadically

**FRUSTRATION. short  breaths /   “ tsk ”  sounds / tightly  clenched  hands  / fist-like  gestures  /  pointing  index  finger  /   running  hand  through  hair flipping over shoulder /   rubbing  back  of  neck   /  snarling  / revealing  teeth  /  grimacing /   sharp-eyed  glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows /   shoulders  back,  head  up   -   defensive  posturing /  clenching  of  jaw /  grinding  of  teeth  /   nostrils  flaring /   heavy  exhales

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all have witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

Mun Name: Leo      Age: 27       Contact: IM, Inbox, Disco

Character(s) I rp: Canon: Shiro, Sebastian, Dirk, Kyoya, Kurama, Nelliel, Maka, Dwicky. OCs: Hades, Google, Emogene, Dominic, Seirios, Iso, Felix, Reeves, Nyx, Zeru, Ren, Charlie, Dakota, Nemo, Bluejay, Koko, BD, Raven, Cora, Sammie, Lucie, Poppie, Ollie, Alphie, Bambi, Abbigail, Hiraeth, Bonnie, Rei, Rory.   Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(for MM): Nelliel, Shiro, Rei, Bonnie, Hiraeth.  Current Fandom(s): Bleach, V/LD, Naruto. (I’m not deeply involved in the fandoms themselves anymore.) Fandom(s) you have an AU for:  Uhhhhh.. I basically have an AU for any fandom if I know it well and am asked for it.  My language(s): English. (I’m learning other languages but I don’t RP in them unless it’s just a sentence or two.)  Themes I’m interested in for rp:   Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for: Modern, Mythology, Medieval. 

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. (I legit love all lengths, tbh, it’s more so with one-liners I tend to lose interest if there’s no substance to further it.)  Asks can be send by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?:   YES / NO   only by Mutuals?:  YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck. Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?:   YES / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.  (I’ve admittedly been v busy, so if you’re fine with me takin’ forever-- YES) Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?:  YES / NO / SOMEWHAT.  How long do you usually take to reply?:  24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) (It really depends here.) / duplicates / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / au-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or occ?:  IC / OOC.(I post more IC, but the gaps between IC and OOC make it seem like there’s more OOC at times???) Are you selective with following others?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.  (This is entirely because half the fandoms some of my muses come from are absolute shit so I have to be careful.) 

          Well, it hadn’t been his intention to get hurdled through space and wind up a battered mess on unfamiliar ground, but here he was. As far as he knew, they’d won that battle but with he and Black out of commission, there was little to be done about what could happen next. To him all that mattered was getting a diagnostics check on Black rather than knowing what was going on with himself. Getting ejected to the ground though, well he couldn’t say it wasn’t unsettling. He knew it was likely a precaution she’d done to prevent further injury, but now he was in a space he didn’t know first hand. Which only made him uneasy. For all he knew, this could be a hostile environment and he was a sitting duck right now with the scent of blood all over him.

The first thing he did though was ensure Black had her particle barrier up to keep her safe, then he went about finding a spot he could sit down and take the weight off his bruised and battered limbs. He sighed softly before taking a deep breath to try and center his thoughts, listening to everything around him. Nature. These were sounds he recognized, faintly so for how long it had been, but recognized all the same. It didn’t take long for his presence to attract a few animals, his lap soon covered with smaller creatures because he was so still and non-threatening. Amusement settling on his features as he found himself running his marred digits over fur and idly trying to gather himself in the meantime.

What he wasn’t expecting though was the sound of footsteps. Blood skewed vision was he had at the moment, he hadn’t had a chance to really gather himself enough to clean up. “I know you’re there. I can’t see you but I can hear you.” The animals didn’t seem disturbed, a few felines perhaps curious and batting at his arm to tell him so as he shifted to reach up and try to wipe the blood from his eyes a bit more. Perhaps this person wasn’t a threat? Or at least, not one to the animals. For the moment, that was enough for him to not be entirely on guard. The damage wasn’t as bad as it looked, really. He was still capable of movement and that was enough for him if there was a threat. After a few moments of finally getting the red out of his eyes and the bleeding to stop above his brow, he turned his gaze towards where he’d heard the footsteps. A relatively.. Human looking person? 

              Fading fingertips and warmth he could not feel-- he did not leave his side. Though it hurt, though he couldn’t fathom how to handle the veil after it’d been lifted once, he stayed. His heart ached but he couldn’t bring himself to turn a blind eye to Grimmjow. Wouldn’t dare to, really. He would watch him go to war, would see it unfold bit by bit, stand by him and curse the ones who looked down on him. A quiet storm that raged on a whole other dimensional plane and yet one that he would make felt and have seen through instincts and hackles rising in response. It was all he could do for the moment. Back to back, starless skies and unfeeling fingers. He talks but it goes unheard, he watches through his lion’s eyes to keep an eye on his team as well as everything else. Even where he is now, he finds it impossible to stop trying to reach them. To find a way to tell them what was going on that they couldn’t see for themselves. 

Something’s wrong with me. A quiet sentence, he feels his heart being torn asunder and he knows the clone is doing his best. Isn’t even aware of the creeping influence of the witch. How loudly did he scream for Lance to hear him when he finally broke through just a little bit through the lions bond? Briefly did he leave Grimmjow’s side, an emptiness in feeling, a momentary pause in what became normalcy as he watched Keith struggle-- trying to convince a man who was no longer himself that he was not the person he was acting as. Tattered hearts cried for each other but it mattered little. Even this one too died no matter how hard they tried. Though it seems-- that’s what Black was waiting for. His lion, finally allowing Keith to know the truth, finally letting him explain to him what was going on. I died, Keith. 

And yet, he still moved on like there was no way it was permanent. No way that it would stick-- and it gave the paladin hope. Fingertips splay, reaching for Grimmjow still but never quite making it as he felt as though he were being torn in two. To get swept away on conduit waves or to stay without sight or voice? Is that even a choice? Of course it isn’t. Despite feeling as though his every nerve ending was being shredded, even though it felt like thousands of needles were pricking his every muscle, he didn’t yield. He has to want to come back, Keith. That’s why it’s taking so long. To rest or to live, to die or suffer at the universes’ mischief again. You’ve decided long ago, haven’t you? It isn’t even a question, isn’t even a decision worth analyzing-- of course he’d go back to where his humanity rested their hearts and settled their bones. Where his heart claimed to be heartless. 

It’s not as painful as when he died, but he wakes gasping in changes and alterations. In feeling so sharp that it caused him jarring clarity and aching lungs. Everything felt like it was ablaze and he couldn’t get a handle on feeling. Atlas would continue to hold the universes but it mattered not for the moment because he could not function. Changes, alterations, whatever they were to be called; Shiro was no longer himself in a way. He held every scar, plus the new ones the clone had gained along the way, but after not feeling a thing for a year even the slightest touch was jarring. His lungs felt like they were seizing when really, he simply forgot how to breathe. Food was often unappealing, sharp jowls more akin to monstrous fangs all but causing him to hide his mouth while he even attempted. 

His hair had fully gone white, his body seemed alright in general, accepting the change-- and there was so much they didn’t know about these changes yet but he was fidgeting. He was restless, anxious and constantly asking when he could go back into the field. When he could leave for a short moment. For a while. For an instant. It’s when Coran reassures the princess that his feet move before his mind even agrees to it. Go back to him, hurry! Run! It doesn’t even take him that long to get back, both his lion and him agreeing that a little reckless flying never hurt anyone. (So long as it was done right.) He forgot how to breathe again for a moment, but only because the instant he laid eyes on Grimmjow again he couldn’t think of anything else. Every thought, every moment was twisted into one that contained the other and he only breathed when he felt his chest burning again to remind him he should. 

One thing he was sure would probably freak the other out a bit was perhaps the glowing bits of him. Saliva, tears, it all had a bioluminescent quality to it now but that hardly stopped the tears from pricking his eyes all over again the moment he broke that gap and wrapped his arms around the other again. This time-- this time he could feel him beneath his fingertips. He could feel the rise and fall of shoulders and didn’t need to scream across the veil in attempts to be heard. “... I’m home.” Home. It wasn’t wherever he lived but rather wherever Grimmjow was.  All he wanted to do right now was stand here, holding the person he cared for most in any world, dimension, universe. That was it, he wanted nothing else through the watery chuckles as he settled his palms on the other’s jaw and gave that lopsided, sharp toothed smile.