Anonymous said: Wow. Just... *wow*. You are an amazing Kiriha rper okay? You're one of my favorite rpers in the Digimon fandom. I haven't finished xros wars yet (I will read the manga when I am done with the anime), but you are just really really great at writing, and you breathe life into the character. I enjoy seeing you on my dash, please keep up the awesomeness. <3 IalsokindofwanttorpwithyoutoobutI'mtoofriggin'shywaah m(_ _)m
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Anonymous said: Have you ever fallen in love? (with another person. Romantically. No dodging the question.)–❝Love❞.
A strong, powerful emotion, full of vigor and promise; or a weak, empty word that rolls off the tongue like sand through fingers. A word that could carry so much depth, or no depth at all. In cases, while it may ignite sparks and fan the flames of a growing bond, it may sever another. A cruel, yet beautiful word.
Or so they say.
No matter how significant or how trifling the word may be to him, it was still a word he often avoided. As his “guardian” always tells him; love could be warm like a comforting tea in winter– but it could also be a great obstacle, a hassle; a war of its own, with its own sacrifices and battles along the way. And it was something he just couldn’t afford to think about, not now, not anytime soon. Lest he leads his own heart astray; and in turn, let his focus on those high aspirations of his dwindle.
He isn’t going to go so far as to claim that love made someone weak. He did believe it to be the opposite, really… But, he also believed that it could backfire in some way.
And he simply had no time for love.
That, and–…
No. There was no point thinking about something that may never really be.
“… No,” the word smoothly escapes his lips like a breeze. “I never cared to get myself into that kind of relationship with someone.” That was so, wasn’t it? He had his priorities to take care of first, after all. So of course it would be rare of him to let the notion of falling in love with someone cross his mind.
“I just don’t have the time nor interest in fooling around.”
Didn’t he?
Well. Either way, he could just foresee Deckerdramon berating him about this later on. If he catches wind about his statements, that is.
Lost in his own thoughts, he wanders.
The obscurity of the nighttime sky was a veil that blanketed the bustling city, and pinpricks of flickering little jewels dot the dark skies above, accentuating the cloudless view of the moon. Yet it all went unnoticed to the citizens that moved about their businesses within the sea of city lights illuminating nearly every corner of their sights.
Walking, he blends with the crowds, eyes sharp and disillusioned to the people that pass him by; yet the reticent look on his features was but a mere front that masked his thoughts; his contemplative frame of mind, from the world around him.
The little teal dragon perched on his shoulder, only partially realized and virtually invisible to mere humans, lifts his head to look up at his partner’s face. Seemingly frowning up at him, he makes no sound; yet the concern that shone in his eyes was as clear as day. And so with his muzzle, he nudges past the blond’s hair and proceeds to tuck his head beneath the human’s jaw, as if to try and comfort him a little.
He hadn’t anticipated the sudden brushing motion.
Sensing his partner’s movements, the blond breaks away from his train of thought; with a mere sideways glance at the other, his frown only deepens. Had he really been so lost in thought that the action made him stiffen from a startle? Azure irises gaze into crimson ones, and a drawled, almost agitated-sounding sigh escapes his lips; but no, it wasn’t the little Digimon on his shoulder he felt annoyed at. Rather—…
A prickling sensation draws his attention, and he slows in his walk. One step, and then another; and soon, he comes to a full halt. Intuition was kicking in; even as he stood amidst the crowds, he could still discern the feeling of being watched from afar, or nearby. Perhaps even being followed.
Fleetingly, lucid blue eyes shift towards the probable source of the sensation.
chibipinkylight said: With a smile full of excitement, a little girl wearing a cute black cat outfit knocked the door gently with her small and delicate hands, as she saw that the door was open, Hikari stretched out her hands showing a paper bag. "Trick or treat?" She asked softly.“—Obasan, door!”
Silence.
“… Obasan? … Obasan.” Fingers remain hovering over the keyboard, before settling down. A tired sigh escapes his lips. “Come on, I’m just a couple paragraphs away from finishing this and I don’t want to lose my focus; please answer the door for m—”
The door bell rings, followed by another faint knock.
“Tsk… Never mind, I’m up.” A click of his tongue, he tears his eyes away from the essay on-screen and pushes himself up from his desk, tucking his computer glasses into his breast pocket as he walked out of his room.
Being greeted by the sight of his aunt sleeping on the couch, arm draped over the armrest and head lolled back, wasn’t something he’d anticipated, but neither was he surprised. A sweeping glance over the mess of empty cans of beer and opened packs on the table was enough for him to make a face at it all. Had he really been staying in his room for that long? His organized disposition just compels him to clean that up.
“—Yeah?” he mutters as he opens the door to his apartment somewhat, eyes focused ahead of him— and for just a mere second the look on his face morphs into puzzlement, before he shifts his gaze downward.
“Trick or treat?”
Well. He certainly hadn’t prepared for this either.
Eyebrows raise as he stares at the bag. Celebrating Halloween with a party was one thing, but he thought it to be uncommon to follow the old tradition around these parts. Unlike where he once stayed in the US. But really, a young child trick-or-treating by herself? That in itself was odd enough for him. And rather unsafe, even if it was only around the apartment’s hallways.
Trailing his gaze back to the girl’s face, he purses his lips, letting out a slow exhale through his nose as his hand leaves the doorknob. “Wait right here,” was all he said to the little girl before turning to face the kitchen.
What exactly was he doing? He wasn’t even sure if he had any sweets and candies stocked up; he never really cared for them much. But—… His eyes spot the pack of bite-sized chocolate candy bars on the table. Approaching it, he scoops up a handful. Huh. Pretty convenient. Hope the kid liked nuts.
Long easy strides back to the door, chocolates in hand, and he stops before the girl once more, looking over her form. “Here you go, kid.” But right as he was about to hand over the treats and let her be on her way, an offhand idea came to mind. Hm. Seeing as he won’t be getting around finishing his essay soon (considering the other piece of work he had to attend to; namely the mess), why not entertain the cute kid a little.
And so he crouches down to her level instead, arm over his knee with the candies still in his grasp. “But before that…” A faint, lighthearted smirk on his face grew.
“Show me a trick first.”
【Cᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ XʀᴏsFɪʀᴇ】;
a mix for the Generals of Xros Heart and Blue Flare. Cover art
01. Let The Flames Begin - Paramore
02. This Is War - 30 Seconds To Mars
03. The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy
04. Eyes On Fire - Blue Foundation
05. Burn It Down - Linkin Park
06. You’re Going Down - Sick Puppies
07. Things Will Never Be The Same - Hypnogaja
08. Ready Aim Fire - Imagine Dragons
09. Closer To The Edge - 30 Seconds To Mars
10. Silence - nano
11. Granite - Pendulum
If you could see me now would you recognize me?
Would you pat me on the back or would you criticize me?
Would you follow every line on my tear-stained face
Put your hand on a heart that was cold
As the day you were taken away?
I know it’s been a while but I can see you clear as day
Right now, I wish I could hear you say
I drink too much, and I smoke too much dutch
But if you can’t see me now that shit’s a must
You used to say I wont know a wind until it crossed me
Like I wont know real love ‘til I’ve loved and I’ve lost it
So if you’ve lost a sister, someone’s lost a mom
And if you’ve lost a dad then someone’s lost a son
And they’re all missing out, yeah they’re all missing out
So if you get a second to look down on me now
Mom, Dad I’m just missing you now
—-Exᴛʀᴇᴍᴇs in fortune, health and spirituality. You are very versatile, idealistic and intuitive. You either enjoy great success or suffer abject misery. The solution is service to others. Use your leadership abilities for humanity and not for self-glorification. You are intuitive and might be interested in the arts, drama or science.
You are always looking for an opportunity to achieve financial and emotional security. You understand the law of harmony and desire to balance your life with those around you. You may feel incomplete without someone to share your love, ideals, wealth or work. You have developed intuition, patience and the ability to nurture others. You can achieve the state of happiness if you are willing to accept your needs in a complimentary relationship and go to create them.
—-Tʜᴇ Sᴏᴜʟ Uʀɢᴇ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪs ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ.
The Number 1 suggests a strong sense of independence, desire to excel and to lead. It is the most ambitious number and can bring those who identified with it to the greatest heights. “Dream the impossible dream” is the deepest motivation of these people, and the hidden motive is self-acceptance. Number 1 promotes masculine energy expressed as action and accomplishment.
Number 1 represent Desire. It can be desire to love, knowledge, wealth or wisdom. Number 1 isn’t usually known for their patience, because they have so much to accomplish in this lifetime and so little time to do it and there’s no time to stay and look inside themselves, or waiting for others. They may appear selfish at times, but it comes from a compelling urge for freedom and action, and preoccupation to establish their own identity.
A light sigh escaped a female’s lips as her eyes shows disappointment when she looked around the area and looked at the ground with a small pout on her face. There was still no sight of her brother or Gaomon anywhere. Another sigh passed her lips before she lifted her head and turned her head slightly towards the window.
Her body froze as her eyes widened slightly. There was a male holding a cup of coffee in his hands with a laptop on the table. What surprises her was he looked similar to her brother in appearance She quickly entered the cafe and approached the blond male. Once she stood in near of him, she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She closed her mouth before fidgeting slightly as she was unable to say anything to the male. She snapped out of discomfort when he set the coffee down besides his laptop and asked the question.
“…Gomennasai but you looked similar to someone I know..” Relena apologized softly as she laced her hands together and twiddled with her thumbs nervously.
A slim brow lifted itself questioningly at the girl, yet the impassive look on his features hadn’t wavered. It wasn’t the first time someone had mentioned him resembling someone they were familiar with, and it’s likely that won’t be the last time, it seemed. Frankly, he found it to be rather annoying, being compared to someone he doesn’t even know about like that. But it was no more than a slight nuisance, and certainly nothing worth getting himself worked over.
Ah, but if only he had a dollar for every time someone told him that.
Observing eyes swiftly trailed over her form, from the movements of her hands up to her expression of unease; soon, his skeptical countenance alleviated to a more calmer visage. So she seemed to be one of the more shier, timid types. To him it seemed that she still refrained herself from saying anymore than that – as she had held herself back from speaking at all the first time – so he supposed he could do her the simple favor of entertaining her statement.
“So I see,” a frank, yet pondering tone seemed to build up in his voice, though it was no more than a mere expression that mirrored his faint curiosity. “–And I assume you’re looking for this person.” Considering the past encounters with other people who mistook him for someone else, that would’ve been the most probable reason for her to approach him. Or so he deduced, at least.
But perhaps his guess wouldn’t be too far off.
(Source: kruisvuur)
With a couple of strokes of his hand, he brushes off his hair to one side, and then the other– styling his bangs to an asymmetrical arrangement as he gazes into the bathroom mirror. Front view, no problems there. Lips pursed in thought, his hand stops to pinch a lock of his hair behind his ear, examining its ends.
A noiseless sigh escapes his lips, his breath leaving the faintest traces of a fog on the glassy surface, and he withdraws to fully face his mirror image. And as he tilts his head slightly, a corner of his lips seems to tug itself up in satisfaction.
“… Not bad…”
Unexpected company approaches him, he senses.
Not even bothering to glance up at the presence, he keeps his gaze on the cup of coffee he ordered, swirling the dark liquid around to let the heat rise while tampering with the sediment that sank to the bottom of the paper cup.
Fleeting silence lingers in the air, but then a sigh escapes his lips. At this point he was fairly sure that they had their attention on him– for what reason was beyond him. Yet he isn’t going to lie and say his curiosity hadn’t been piqued. And so setting down the coffee beside his laptop, he addresses the stranger.
“–Any reason why you chose to bother me?”
Anonymous said: What do you think people think of you?“That depends on who they are to me.”
“I’ve had strangers call me a jerk or ‘condescending bastard’— and lately, an elitist. So I suppose that’s how they think of me, but hey. To each their own as they say. In the end it’s not like I care about what they think.”
“Though my friends are an entirely different matter.”
“… And I like to think that they think highly of me. As I do of them.”
Anonymous said: You and Nene make such a great couple.
“Excuse you. We’re not a couple.”
