@ofsavior asked: “Oi, Mikey…” There’s a sharp glint to his eyes as Haruchiyo rolls his head up. “I thought the idea was leaving Toman behind. What gives? If you want to cut ties, you should be cutting ties with Mitsuya, too.” (Bonten timeline bc Haru is petty af)

Languid exhale covered his thoughts. Letting tired eyes fall slowly towards the pinkette who decided to take it upon himself to call out his name. Sanzu was his second, he took his words to heart, but this wasn't about Bonten, this was personal, wasn't it?

"I left Toman, it no longer exists. Nothing." He shifted in his chair, never quite properly sitting correctly. But rather poured into it like some liquid.

"Takachan is Takachan." He spoke, though there was no sweetness to the nickname in this instance. "And I don't recall asking you to manage my personal life. Besides, he's useful to Bonten and me. So deal with him."

@ofsavior said: By the time Kazutora returns home, there’s already curry on the table and an odd particular ambience. It isn’t intentionally romantic, but Chifuyu’s dulled the lights in the dining room. Something small but intimate. Stepping from his place in the kitchen, he wipes his hands on a rag before discarding it to the counter. “Welcome home!” He greets, chipper and smiling. “Dinner’s already on the table since you hadn’t mentioned any plans. Happy Valentine’s Day, Kazutora-kun.” (Any timeline)

Kazutora hadn't even realized it was Valentine's day when he'd scheduled his routine hair touch up over a month and a half ago. He's rather thankful though that he has that appointment to touch up the roots and otherwise make sure it's healthy. Not because Kazutora had any plans for the evening. But he gets to enjoy his salon experience and not be one of the countless running around last minute. Another day wouldn't have mattered to Kazutora, but still. It gives him a little joy for the day.

Although he almost has a heart attack when he steps into the apartment and sees the dimmed lighting. Oh shit did Chifuyu have someone over? Or was getting ready to have someone over? Weird. He definitely didn't think Chifuyu wouldn't have said anything. But maybe he was busy and forgot. It could happen to anyone, or it was a last minute thing? At least it didn't look like the other person was here if that was the case. He might have died on the spot if that did happen. Kazutora lingers in the doorway, uncertain on whether he should enter or leave the abnormal situation.

Chifuyu's appearance has Kazutora lifting his head and he gives a tiny wave in response. " Thanks. Uh, am I interrupting something? " Kazutora asks before the question can eat him alive. But Chifuyu's continued remark makes it clear he isn't. That is a relief. It's also a bit perplexing, but he waves that aside. " Wow. Uh, yeah. No. No plans outside of - " Kazutora lifts a strand of his freshly done hair. " - the usual touch up and all. " He chuckles, finally fully stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His gaze still flicks around though like an animal taking in new surroundings, alert and cautiously curious. " Happy Valentine's day to you too. Thanks for making dinner. It smells good. "

Kazutora sets his keys to the side as he leaves his shoes by the front door before walking further inside. " Do you? Have plans I mean? For later in the evening? " He asks curiously. He steps into the kitchen to wash his hands before he moves back towards the table and his usual seat. " Sorry I didn't ask sooner, I probably should've. " It just hadn't really occurred to him until opening the front door.

@barrenstars / @ofsavior

l.olu ship content: in this verse, lucy keeps the leo tattoo above her chest. even asks mira and levy how to keep it permanent and then surprises loke with it, later that night. / @ofsavior

"Ah, Matsuno-kun!"

Hina smiles as she realizes she recognizes the boy walking a bit ahead of her, and waves, jogging over to greet him. It's funny - months ago, she never would've imagined that she'd be greeting a gang member so cheerfully like this. Of course, Takemichi has always been a delinquent, so it's not like Hina's ever had a problem with them or anything - but Takemichi is... well, Takemichi. It's hard to think of him that way even when he gets into fights all the time.

But the other members of Toman are a bit different. She may not know them well herself, and at times they can be intimidating, but... Hina's not going to be scared of anyone that Takemichi calls a friend. And Chifuyu... he seems to be especially close to him.

"Were you looking for Takemichi-kun? He got caught up with his teacher about something, but I'm sure he'll be here soon!"

@ofsavior ( starter for chifuyu! )

Now I’m curious. What kind of traits makes someone a genuinely good person in Ran’s eyes?

omg this is such an interesting question thanks for letting me get into it madi

for context, long story short for what wakui said about his background in a post-ending interview -- by the time he was 13, ran had already been working for a crime syndicate that dealt in things such as drugs and human trafficking. ran managed to cheat the executives out of their money, which is the incident that lead up to the hai-maniac war that landed the brothers in juvie.

the other important thing to note is that in the tenjiku character book, wakui specifies that ran said he admired izana and kakucho because he knows what it's like to survive in a life of crime. yet, in ran's section, his ONLY noted respected person is kakucho, so what does kakucho have that izana doesn't, even though they're orphans who grew up together? ... good morals, a sense of honor, all related things LOL.

that in itself makes for an objectively good person, but what ran values specifically is the ability to hold on to that no matter what life throws at you. as he himself was in a horrifying environment as a child, that definitely shaped his view of people for the worse. he no doubt saw families sell their own for money or drugs or to pay off debts, or others pretending to be nice just to get something out of someone, or only to stab them in the back later. if there is such thing as goodness in a person, it can be easily snapped in the right circumstances.

someone who maintains a firm, kind, uncorrupted heart despite all of that, in ran's eyes, is what makes for a genuinely good person. of course, there's the typical helping old ladies cross the road, saving cats from trees type of goodness, but he doesn't really care for the goodness itself, only the ability to stay true to it when tested. that he can wholeheartedly admire, and what he considers a "true" good person.

Happy Birthday!! I hope it’s a wonderful vibe 🥺

THANK YOUUUU MADI!! ❤️ the vibes are immaculate after recieving such a beautiful message from you!

♡ (Maki for Yuta!)

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@ofsavior said: “What if they kissed?” NobaMaki Send "What if they kissed" for a hypothetical scenario with no strings attached || Accepting

The thought scratches the back of her mind as she sits, waiting for Maki to come back to an otherwise empty room when the sun sets and their job finally sits at rest. Thankfully with minimal damage to count she can't be bothered to think about the pain on her side that dulls having already been treated and instead her mind wanders to the obvious. There was something there, something that wasn't months ago. She isn't dense enough to ignore something had changed between them and through gentle nudges and bold actions she'd secured at least a fraction of what Maki seemed to think of the difference. She was either indifferent to it or hiding her real thoughts about it. Either way, Nobara wanted answers she wasn't sure she would get through verbal beckoning and with no intention to elaborate, she plots alone.

Legs cross while she sits by the window as promised and the lollipop she had before had been chewed down to the last of a stick that her teeth currently gnawed at. Fingers pinch the end of of it as it bends and the thoughts she contemplates on stir within her mind, trying to come to a decision on what she wanted to do. It'd be a waste to come this far with nothing to show, she thought but gauging Maki's feelings based off of a lack of reaction wasn't exactly sustainable either. Communication wasn't a strong suit for either of them, not that she would ever admit it.

She finally hears the door shut rather abruptly behind her and swiveling in her spot to look at an irritated Maki she listens to her frustrations roll off her tongue as soon as it's shut. The bag in her hand ushered to the bed that still lay untouched by anything minus the now bag of mystery sitting upon it. Snacks, she assumed, but Nobara didn't really have an interest in what she bought. There are a few beats for her to get a word in but she neglects to, opting to listen to her a little longer rather than butting in with her own selfish thoughts. It's a luxury she wouldn't explicitly state she gave but something she prided herself in regardless. The stick that occupied her now tossed in the bin as the other speaks, and light eyes yet again make their way to Maki.

"Maki," she finally says, waiting for the other to acknowledge her rather than whatever had managed to rouse her. It's nothing she can state verbally so she makes her decision to close the distance about as casual as she can until a few feet are all that separate them. Minutes prior to this she hadn't actually thought about the weight this held and how much of it she felt now. Nerves rattled with anticipation on a first she hadn't expected to be in the middle of the upperclassman's room but where else? She thinks. Another step and she's nearly flush against her, surprised Maki hadn't grown suspicious enough to create more space between them but she's surprisingly trusting for someone that was so hard to read sometimes.

A hand finds its way to the jacket of Maki's uniform and fingers wrap themselves around it as if it would ground her. It doesn't but it's a start. Neglecting to look her directly in the eye she lets her fingers fiddle with the buttons that line it, gliding up without a word and her expression kept flat even when hints of color rise to fill her cheeks. It's silent and she knows how she wants to fill it but the commitment is still hard to make. Thumb flicks the nearest button as if it meant anything other than a distraction and somewhere between her actions her other hand joins, eventually abandoning the jacket to snake themselves around her shoulders and then looking at her is inevitable. She can't avoid it any longer and she doesn't, choosing to let any questions die on their lips before they had a chance to fall. Raising on her toes makes it possible when she can feel Maki's lips on her own and eyes flutter shut to let the message speak for itself.

I want more.

💋 (from Metatron for Michael 😅)

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                Stirred emotions boiled down in his stomach every time that damn clay puppet dared to close the distance between them, placing his hands on him as though they are familiars. Perhaps once. . .  a time Michael now buried deep under lock and key. A mistake. He saw that now more clearly than ever.

              Michael was used to Metatron disregarding his boundaries, his senseless jabber going on and on about him, and his lack of slumber. Michael knew what he wanted to achieve from it, removing Michael from the field would only open up chaos, a power grab in Heaven and he couldn't allow for that to happen. Bold of Metatron to even think he was worthy of such a title. If that was his goal.

             ❛ Get your hands off m-- ❜ Michael was ready to throw him all the way toward the end of the hall before he felt a pair of lips press against his end. His crimson gaze broadened, shock and stupefaction overshadowing his face before outrage began to fume and spit in his chest. With the strength of an archangel, Michael's wings shot out, his fist locked as he moved to land a perfect punch to Metatron's face. The angel went flying with tremendous force, Michael's bristling presence hovering over him as his glare burned hotter than the depths of hell. ❛ If you ever presume to do something like that again, I'll carve out your tongue and feed it to you. ❜

@ofsavior asked: Chifuyu boops his lips to Baji's lips.

Is confused. Kisses are great and all, but why the boop? "Hah?"

@ofsavior said: ”i thought you had this under control.” (Mitsuya to Kazutora)

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" Fuck off, Mitsuya. " Kazutora bristles, and he can feel the flames of anger flicking at the back of his throat.

Maybe it's the nicotine as he smokes outside the club. Maybe it's the alcohol that he'd been drinking and still holds in his free hand. Maybe it was just talking to someone who, admittedly, looked like serious trouble but had caught the tiger's attention once he'd stepped outside for a smoke. He...probably shouldn't be here. He'd regret it tomorrow morning when he had to go in to work at the petshop. But god, god it felt good right now. Maybe it's because Kazutora's always found some sick comfort in self destruction because it was familiar. Even if it was as harmless as smoking compared to other things he could be doing, this felt a bit more freeing than sitting at home.

Of fucking course Mitsuya would be walking down the street in that small time Kazutora was outside instead of in the club. ( Was there a late fashion show? Maybe, he hadn't looked into it. It'd explain his presence out so late and here in the heart of downtown.) The words sink under his skin and make him feel disgusting. It makes him feel dangerous too.

" Last time I checked, there's nothing wrong with going to a club and seeing if there's a mister tall, dark, and handsome here that's to my taste. Plenty of people do it. " Mister trouble too, Kazutora's eyes have always turned to the dangerous looking ones over the sweet looking guys. " I'll still show up to work tomorrow so I don't know what your fucking problem is with me enjoying myself for one fucking night. " He tips his head back and finishes his drink, ignoring the burn down his throat.

Because you're a loose canon and there's no one anymore who can rein you in. His brain helpfully supplies. Chifuyu's too nice and he owes him too much as it is, and Mitsuya - Mitsuya is firm enough to but Kazutora loathes the way he feels like Mitsuya looks down on him, loathes the way his anger and defensiveness spike, like he has to justify his own existence. And to think he fucking thanked Mitsuya a few weeks ago too.

His hand trembles as he lifts the cigarette back to his lips and turns his head to the side, glaring down the street. " I AM under control. I just wanted a fun night. And unlike everyone else, I've never really gotten to experience this. " All he hears is I want to escape myself in his own voice. Is he in control? Or is he just looking for self punishment? His eyes close and his head thumps against the stone wall without a reaction. Maybe he should go for a bike ride, but he's had too much to drink to feel comfortable doing that. Fuck, why won't his hand stop shaking? His eyes glare at his hand angrily.

" I am under control. " He repeats, and wonders if either of them believe it. " If you just want to insult or yell at me for having a night, just go away." He still can't look at Mitsuya.

“be honest... you think I’m handsome.” (Roy)

Accepting || send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

"Have I ever led you to think that I think otherwise, Roy?" Thad asks with a laugh, "I do. I'm a sucker for redheads."

@ofsavior replied: Geordo vc; Katarina... it means to sleep with someone.

"That's a violent way to put someone to sleep, isn't it?"

⚠ Maki

Yuji's terrible slide show

🖤 (Erza for Jellal!)

Send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

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@ofsavior said: (Erza for Jellal!)

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words. personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex. level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend. first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them. current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.