#victoryclaimed

It was a rough fight but between Tanjiro’s abilities to adapt and Yusuke’s sturdy body versus demon attacks the two were able to put a stop to the monstrosity that threatens the night and then can now focus on going back towards the inn. Now that Tanjiro knew that Yusuke had demon blood coursing through his veins he’s been rather..distant lately as if something was on the young slayers mind, so Yusuke took a few steps forward with both his hands resting within his gi bottoms before turning to face him. “Okay somethin’s on your mind Tanjiro, spit it out.”

❝     Can you either do something about this headache or shut up?     ❞ 

@victoryclaimed​ ; mitsuri //

∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ; from mitsuri !

it was a quick motion as the other’s fingers laced between her, leading her into the open space of the room. her hips swayed as she playfully tossed around the butterfly. it was strange and different-- it lacked tact and rhythm yet was filled with passion and intensity. it suited her. the wild motions to the music that she played, it was warm & vibrant. everything that mitsuri truly was-- and how it spread so easily. a smile that was followed by a small laugh, even if it was hidden behind her free hand.

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 @victoryclaimed​ asked: ❝  you don’t understand.  i need you safe.  not because i don’t think you can handle yourself but because i can’t focus on anything else if there’s even the smallest possibility you’re in danger.  ❞ from childe aaaaaa!!!!

Dominique’s protests were about to continue, lips parted as she turned to face the chausser directly before realizing just how close Childe had become to her. Leaning into her with hands reaching and cupping her face, until their foreheads were brushing against one another. Whatever cutting response she had died on her tongue, blush staining her cheeks before she could hope to smother it. Electricity seemed to crackle between them, gold eyes flickering from one blue iris to the other...

... noting in her embarrassment how they seemed to be void of light.

She swallowed, knowing that now wasn’t the time to question him or veer off subject, not now. Not when she was so close to her brother after all this time; so close to finally reaching him and taking him back from whatever monster had kept him locked up away from her this entire time.

She swallowed, gloved fingers gripping onto his wrists as her expression darkened in determination. “Childe... Louis is being kept somewhere in there. You... You haven’t seen how he looked when i last saw him.” She swallowed, still staring directly into his eyes. “He needs me. I failed him once, and I refuse to fail him again. I’m not going to sit back where it’s safe when he’s been tortured in there all this time -- I’m going.”

she still can’t believe it.  eyes the color of the sky full of tears, like raindrops slipping down his face.  apology on apology until words became incoherent and someone else had to step in - someone she didn’t know and hadn’t ever met.  and no matter how much ventus cried, no matter how deeply her heart ached to watch him, she couldn’t muster the words to soothe his heart.  i’m not mad.  i’m not even upset.  it wasn’t your fault.  he didn’t know what he was doing.  how can she hold a mistake like that against him.  how could anyone hold a mistake like that against him? 

she’s never been good with words - even with elrena and lauriam, it had been difficult to speak if she wasn’t first prompted to do so - but she’s been getting better.  here, in this place, far away from everything she’d ever known and relied on, she’s been getting better.  she’s had whole conversations with sora with minimal pauses and embarrassment, has made friends with nearby neighbors, and has even managed to stand up for herself once or twice.  so-  she can do this.  she can do this for ventus.  she has to. 

❝ ven... ❞  but her voice cracks when she says his name, eyes watering somewhat as she leans against the doorframe to the balcony overlooking the city.  how tragic, to see someone usually so happy and full of light slip into such horrific despair.  it breaks her heart.  she needs to help.  ❝ i- i never thought i’d see you again.  cause... well, it’s been such a long time.  but... i’m happy you’re here, because...  uhm... ❞  nervous fingers clutch at her sleeves, rolling the fabric into tight little balls in her hands, ❝ i want you to know that i-  i forgive you!  cause... i was never angry in the first place! ❞

@victoryclaimed said: shouta crouches beside him, poking at his stomach. “you can’t die yet. what’s the password to netflix?”

“Yo—don’t poke me, man!!”

A loud groan came from Hizashi as he gripped his stomach, turning over so his back was facing his partner, a loud whine escaping him. It was way too much sugar—it made him sick and he swore he could still feel them popping inside of him.

Of all things, Shouta wanted the Netflix password instead of m taking care of him. This made the voice hero whine, but...

“What do you want?” The nomu’s tone was droll, multicolored eyes narrowed as he sat at his desk, his cheek resting in the palm of a clawed hand. He was hoping he would get away from Shouta--But the annoyance had just tagged along--pledging allegiance to The New Sun--in which, no matter how many people told him that Shouta’s loyalty was there--

The Blood Moon didn’t believe it one bit.

Why would he trust a man he thought abandoned him? Someone he used to care about--who left him to rot? Called him a monster? Threatened his life? Although that was just all a part of Himei’s brainwashing--It was made to be believable to get him to be the loyal priest of The New Sun. His Voice--The one to bring others in and cull those who were not fit for the world his master wanted to create.

“If you’re here to waste my time, Eraser, I might as well do something productive and rip your eyes out.”