❝ well? was that enough? are you two sufficiently entertained? ❞

@caestusvulpes

'Hello Hikari Nakama,

I am a woman who lives in Las Vegas, USA. My brother Rowan and I are in dire need of your services. I heard about you and found out that you are a strong stand user who is able to help others around the world. We are stand users ourselves. I was hoping you would be able to help us with some people that have been trying to hurt us for something that is completely outside of our control. We've done nothing wrong, and yet they continue to try and cause us grief in spite of that. I would be willing to set up a phone call and explain more if that is easier than communicating through email. Attached below is my phone number. I will be willing to pay whatever price you name. My brother has been getting so stressed out because of this, and I'm determined to get this settled once and for all.

Sincerely,

Viridian Lovat.'

With blurry and tear-stained eyes, Viridian read over the email once, and then twice more just to make sure there were no typos. Not that it mattered, anyways. It was far too difficult for her to think straight right now. She had typed the whole thing up in a hurry as soon as she had gotten home from the hospital, trying to make things go as quickly as possible. She tried not to think about the fact that the person might not even read the email that quickly in the first place thanks to not even living in the same time zone as them. Viridian had to try, though. She hoped the email sounded precise and polite enough.

'Well,' Viridian thought to herself, 'Here goes nothing.'

She took a deep breath, and clicked on 'send.'

𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . ▓ " can we talk ?  alone ? " @caestusvulpes

Jolyne leaned against the top of a wooden picnic table in the prison yard, her knees propped up against the attached bench. One of her hands hung slack, while the other rested on her knee, using her palm to support her head. Despite the 'familiarity' and the ever-cycling events at Green Dolphin Street Prison, there were moments of 'downtime' that offered her a brief respite – a time just to be. It didn't alleviate her situation significantly, but it let things settle, even if only for a moment. Most days, she spent her time near Ermes and a few others, but today, she had chosen to take some time for herself. . .Still, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t bored, and it seems the second exasperation leaves her someone begins speaking.

❝ Huh ? ❞ A brow lifted as Jolyne's eyes drifted to the female who had approached her. When the request was made, her brows narrowed in suspicion. She straightened up, standing as her arms stretched, and a faint hum of thought escaped her throat. A satisfying pop echoed from one of her shoulders as she stretched, ❝ What about ? ❞ her gaze shifted briefly, checking if anyone was within earshot, and once it was evident that it was clear, her eyes returned to the stranger. ❝ This is about as 'alone' as things are gonna get. What do you want ? ❞ the tone in her voice carried weight, and her posture didn't seem very friendly, but Jolyne saw it as a way to size up the stranger. ❝⸻and who the hell are you ? ❞

@caestusvulpes said: 👫 LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

Send a 👫and I���ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship // accepting.

001. // Hikari gets periodic updates on how the basil plant is doing, because Hachi wants to make sure she knows that it is getting the utmost care following Hikari's advice. When the plant gets big enough Hachi starts bringing snacks/small meals for Hikari that use the basil as an ingredient and every time she's just like beaming with pride. Hikari did you notice there's basil in here did you notice how it tastes so fresh. :)

002. // Hachi bringing Hikari warm drinks and thermoses of soup in the colder months when she sees her working outside… Friendship is stored in the broth.

003. // Other agents at the SPW Foundation getting so used to seeing Hachi following at Hikari's heels in the Foundation building after Hikari starts helping her with her stand (and maybe also just helping her with self-defence in general?) to the point where if Hikari shows up alone people ask her where her little apprentice is. Frequently bought together do NOT separate them.

004. // Women spend raucous afternoon validating the fuck out of each other (real) (weekly occurrence). Like between Hikari's stated confidence in Hachi being able to do something even when Hachi herself has her doubts and Hachi's earnest and wholehearted reassurances whenever Hikari gets a little sheepish post-infodump that she likes hearing Hikari talk at length about the things she feels strongly about, that she always learns something from it even if she might not fully understand it all... Very important for both of them to hear these things methinks.

@caestusvulpes , hikari asked : ❛  can y'show me how t'fight?  ❜ texan to texan communication

❝  got  that  bull  in  ya'  ,  eh  ?  ❞  head  tilted  to  the  side  upon  hearing  the  request.  even  though  it  wasn't  something  people  asked  him  ,  much  less  strangers  it  left  a  nice  impression  for  the  fire  fist.  could  he  teach  someone  to  fight  ?  probably  not  ,  but  maybe  throw  a  punch  or  two  was  enough  of  a  lesson  to  learn.  especially  since  this  world  can  be  as  cruel  as  it  is  beautiful.  ❝  maybe  a  hello  or  '  i  will  buy  you  a  dinner  '  first  ?  ❞  he  was  obviously  joking  ,  all  shown  over  the  smug  and  silly  face  he  decided  to  wear  now  ,  flicking  back  the  brim  of  his  hat  ,  revealing  his  hazel  irises  to  her  sight.

Gives him a stack of brownies like a fucking Scooby-doo sandwich.

eats it all in one bite like a Scooby-Doo sandwich.

'Oh, y'mean blox candy? They usually sell 'em in farmers markets or gas stations. Y'can also make yer own by usin' actual LEGO in silicon molds an' fillin' it with firm gelatin or yer own hard candy mix. Time consumin' as all hell, but y'can control the flavor an' texture that way.'

>> YES!

>> YES. THAT’S IT. 

>> IF I HAD MONEY TO THROW AT SILICONE MOLDS, I WOULD.

>> AND WHAT I WOULD DO FOR A FARMER'S MARKET... YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.

@caestusvulpes is invited to the garden

A common misconception of the rogue which should be dead twice over is the fault of his moniker. Yes, he has a connection to plants, the pretty grass and trees in Robinson Park just as much as the stubborn weeds in the sidewalk crack canyons- but Bloom has become rather connected with the entire garden. The streets, buildings, obscene lights and offending billboard advertisements. Every testament of mankind's filthy stain on the planet within Gotham has been turned against them- eyes, ears, nerve endings on every corner and in any crevice. Sensory receptors left behind to bring him worthwhile information, useful to his goal of genesis. A person pertinent to his purpose.

From the ledge of a long since left to fester structure, Bloom's eyeless face watches below, the pavement telling him the footsteps oh so sneaky are coming his way. He'll get her attention with the drop of a tin can, clattering against the asphalt in her path. Wait until she notices the thin, lanky frame in the window, a yellow flower gazing down at her in the dim light.

Then, finally, a bottle of water; held out to her from far out of reach, but offered nevertheless.

"You seem thirsty. Hard at work, of course."

@caestusvulpes | starter call

❝ speedwagon foundation? ❞   the name sounds vaguely familiar. even so, past experience cautions dio that this is likely another scheme by the vampiric council to gain access into his home — something he refuses to fall for again.

❝ my reputation must precede me, ❞   he says coolly, amber glare narrowing in suspicion.   ❝ although i cannot say the same for your mystery organization, and most certainly not for you. ❞

posting that tiktok of the dude eating that girls glass eye makes me want to do violence to you

Really? Why?

✿

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

“Listen, it is very important you follow these orders down to the letter. Don’t fuck this up for either of us.”

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other

@caestusvulpes asked: [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine ++ reverse (foxglove singing “everybody wants to rule the world” by tears for fears) word prompt compilation (accepting)

Edward quirks a curious brow, smiling. She’s better than he thought.

“Is someone seeing Meister?” he plays, wagging his finger to the beat. Suddenly, he points to her. “I won’t get mad if you say 'yes'.”

He only teases. Darrius isn’t the only one who can carry a tune. 

Sonorously, the rest of the song dribbles out from the nearby radio. It’s set to an eighties station—one he’s learned she’s come to expect from him—and Edward will be the first to admit that Fox, with her propensity for profanity and occasional bone breaking, does not look like a woman who would sing to him without red in her cheeks. Or fumbling. Or barring her teeth, humiliated, and forced to on a dare.

He sits ankles crossed over the table, still wagging a finger. A glint of mischief goes off in his eye. 

“I have two legs, I have four, and sometimes even more. You can save me for last; I can be slow, I can be fast,” he says, growing rakish. His hat casts a shadow. “But you’ll always find me on the floor."

Smith’s voice spills all around. He springs back onto his feet, sudden, and his swivel chair slides back against the wall with a soft clitter-clatter. 

“A dance.” Edward laughs at his own wit, his arms outstretched like for applause. He offers her a hand. “You can’t have music without it.”

(☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ uehehe

Send me a (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ and I’ll draw my muse in your muses clothing! // accepting.

local girl larps as the coolest woman alive, more at 11 // @caestusvulpes

@caestusvulpes | starter call.

Mary catches the younger woman's wrist with a sharp, no-nonsense grasp, digging in her fingernails. Beyond them is the roar of the fights, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the swell of drunken voices rising to be heard. In the small hallway, blocked in on all sides by painted cement walls, the sounds ricochet and magnify to a point almost unbearable to the unfamiliar ear.

"I don't think you should be here." She leans in close to be heard. Her gaze is solemn. "There's going to be trouble. And not—" she continues, before Fox can interrupt, "the kind you want to be part of."

❝ Maybe . . . but the thought is so dreamy. Somebody taking your name, & then having a big celebration for it. Someone to solve puzzles with. To be joined with your soulmate for the rest of your life. Ah . . . ❞