after uh. minor fires. i'm ready to rumble. see you on the other side for real :)

remake underway! i'll see you on the other side

remake underway! i'll see you on the other side

i accidentally peeked in bc i use the browser for this Tumblr for important stuff. hi. anyway what if i remade like... i miss RP and all but i don't miss how Tumblr, at its worst, feels. if that makes sense

i just. i cannot keep staring at Tumblr anymore to fandoms i don't know/like. if you need me, or wanna RP, or anything at all, add me on Discord: vehicroids. all my other socials are under this name

anyways i'm adding new characters to the secret/tertiary menu just to get a feel for 'em

P3: Akihiko, Fuuka, Mitsuru

P4: Yukiko, Kanji, Naoto

I finished P4 >:)

Odin silently sliding his last report to Leo with a pout. "Sorry Milord! I am not perfectly suited for you!!!"

Oh no, now he's sniffing-

[ bingo cards ; accepting ]

"Oh gods." He hasn't expected Odin to fill one out, but here it is, slapped onto his desk. And now Odin is about to cry because he isn't perfect. "Just because it's not perfect on paper, that doesn't mean it isn't perfect in reality. How many of my perfect plans on paper have blown up in my face? I believe you are perfect for me, regardless of what a paper says."

He gives a sly smile, before reaching for a quill. "And you've missed one." He crosses out the free space. "There was are. Now you have four lines. Not that it matters; I don't need a sheet to tell me who I should be with."

"I think that your poetry is very unique and you should keep composing. You're talented, Lorenz." Byleth encouraging pain-

Lorenz had spent the past hour sharing his poetry with Byleth. Not many had sat through more than one poem, especially after talking about the inspiration for each one. But, there they sat.

Here they're still sitting, encouraging him even. He tilts his head in confusion for a moment, before collecting himself. "Of course, one does not become the future heir to Gloucester without a few talents. Not only skill in combat or leadership, but in the arts too. I must be well-rounded."

He looks down at his poetry. Yes, it's perfect. "Perhaps I will write my next poem about you."

Akira's arms are open wide for any artists that really need a hug.

"Are you posing?" Yusuke asks. He remembers the time they had stood in that church, posing similarly. That isn't quite it, though. Wait, those arms outstretched - this is a hug.

He could reject it - it's been a while since he's been held. Perhaps by one of Madarame's kinder students, a long time ago, but Yusuke can't really remember. It had been a while and, well, a hug might be nice.

He hesitates, unsure for a moment, before going for it. It's odd at first, a tangle of bony limbs. Then it's the warmth that takes hold, all consuming. The awareness of another form pressed against him, around him. Yusuke squeezes, taking in the new feelings. It's like a jolt of electricity moving across his skin, deep into his bones. It's too much, yet he never wants to let go.

"Thank you," he sighs, now too aware of how much he needed this.

“I’m groomed enough, though maybe not as much as your average noble.” Their current hair cut? Mercenary dagger style.

“You’re perfectly groomed, particularly for an ex mercenary. You smell clean, and you are free of grime. Even my fellow nobles cannot manage those basics on occasion.” He resists the urge to shudder. “Though, I cannot budge on the topic of children, I’m afraid. Gloucester must go on.” He pauses, eyes lighting up. “You enjoy my poetry?”

See me in detention. — @blairscorned

“Professor, I can explain,” Lorenz stammers. “You were never supposed to see this.”

Yusuke is absolutely touch starved. Madarame isn't an affectionate man and Yusuke didn't have friends before the Thieves. That's it that's the post

okay i've been copy-pasting my tags for um. months lmao. but now that it's harder to access my own damn blog to copy-paste i'm like. i really. REALLY need to change my tags so they'll save

.... and if they don't save? i don't know lmao i'm sick of copy-pasting them

‘ i won’t leave you. you have me until the end ’ / akira for yusuke!

[ i'm not meme hunting ; accepting ]

"But you will leave eventually."

It's not said accusingly. Akira's time in Shibuya is temporary. That sort of temporary arrangement is beautiful in a way, but mostly heartbreaking. One should grip opportunity while it's still there, to avoid the what ifs. Yusuke tries, but the question still plays on him.

"But, thank you. I know what you're saying." That he's here until he leaves Tokyo. Here, with Yusuke. "Do you think you will ever come back and visit? Perhaps Boss would let you stay in the attic again if you did."

Squiggly circles = sort of and not counted for lines

Neither I nor Constance have witnessed Lorenz’s poetry nor do we wish to. — @blairscorned

“Ah, I see you have found one of the cards I have passed around. How delightful.” He smiles, taking the card from her. “You don’t enjoy my poetry? I suppose I will have to read you some I have written about you to change your mind. If you enjoy other poetry, I’m certain you’ll enjoy mine.”

He takes in the rest of the card. “I will do all that I can to help you rebuild Nuvelle. So long as you become my wife, naturally.” He says it so calmly that it almost sounds reasonable.

They could have had a line but she’d have to tie him to the bed and physically force him to be lazy. — @blairscorned

“Ooh, Hubert!” She plucks the card from his hand, delighted. “I made it all cute and you smudged it with black ink. Couldn’t you have used the nice pink I left out for you?” Ugh, this is why she doesn’t try!

“Huh. You’d gossip with me?” As long as it’s not about Edelgard, probably. “I bet you Holst would have you in a tight headlock, you know.” And she is a little worried Hubert would snap. Not that she’d tell him. Nothing else surprises her, but she does take the quill from his hand to circle ‘attractive’. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re not ugly.” There’s a reason she rides him for all he’s worth, and it’s not because she’s married to him.

If I'd counted the bedroom as new things, Zero would have a line. — @blairscorned

"You," Leo hisses, "you're the one who's been making these ridiculous cards, haven't you?" It's some kind of weird game Zero is playing? He's not above flirting with Leo. He swallows dryly. Why did he fill it out? Leo doesn't dare to hope but, maybe.

"Did you really scribble out half a square?" He points at 'will talk shit'. He keeps reading. "In any case, say we were a couple, I wouldn't feel comfortable with you fixing my collar. It would blur the line between liege and retainer." As if Leo isn't desperate to blur that line beyond recognition.