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[gorgonsblood-blog]

divisiblezero

“Never, huh?” Alpha nodded slowly at the boy’s reply, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He checked the price tag on the clock and looked at the pink-haired youth. “How much do you have on you? Unless you’ve got other things to buy, like groceries or something.”

He smirked a little. “I never thought I’d get used to it myself-…” 

He blinked in wide-eyed surprise as the boy went on darkly, his demeanor suddenly seeming to change, sinking into darker thoughts that swallowed him up. The look in the boy’s eyes was jarring to say the least, and at his muttering, Alpha felt the hair’s on the back of his neck prickle. Then his gaze hardened and he steeled himself. Something about the look in those pale eyes seemed almost challenging. It reminded him of the… “Oi, kid, are you alright? Snap out of it,” he bit out, shoving his own dark memories away. “Whatever it is you’re thinking about, quit it. It won’t do either of us good now.”

He observed the boy’s fixed gaze on the cogs of the clock, even as his hand brushed the hilt of the sword Alpha had seen affixed to his side. “Mmm. Learning how to use a sword was certainly easier than this,” he replied, nodding his head toward the red sword leaning against the wall behind him. “A lot less reading involved. But it’s its own process, too.”

Alpha felt his smile turn somewhat awkward as the boy did not return the gesture. ‘Reminds me a little of Beta, if a little more unnerving,’ Alpha thought, still forcing a smile. The boy seemed interested nevertheless though, so he forged on. “It comes with practice and experience, you know?” And many mistakes, the snowglobe would argue. At the boy’s request, Alpha blinked in surprise. He glanced down at the clock, then back as he tried to make sure he’d heard right. “Eh? Oh, uh…sure. Here,” Alpha stated, reaching forward and handing the screwdriver to him, then mimicking his movements from earlier so he could see. “You’ve gotta flick your wrist quick, like this. And make sure the screwdriver is just under the cog, so if you snap it too hard it won’t get stuck or break.”

As he watched and waited for the boy to try the trick out himself, his eyes gleamed as an idea struck him. “So, kid. What’s your name?”

“I can pay for it. I’m thinking I should buy it... This is the first store I’ve been to here. Maybe this... can be the first thing that belongs to me.”

Don’t push your luck, the voices warned once more. These self-indulgent thoughts are not any solace for you. Can you call anything yours? Do you deserve a possession of your own? Crona wanted to believe there could be just one thing in his life that could belong completely and solely to himself. Perhaps just this simple clock could be the beginning of his life without her influence. If he could have this one object to call his own, could he finally start to grow independent of those memories, of those deprecating thoughts that plagued his every move?

He was spiraling into this train of thought again. This was a familiar feeling, dwindling his resolve day by day, hour by hour, yet despite its familiarity never got easier to bear. Yet he was always alone when these episodes struck in the past. But now the poor store worker was trying to pull him away from this line of thought... Crona gasped, shaking himself out of his stupor. Something in the older man’s voice held an edge of warning, and the swordsman complied, shaking his head a few times.

“Y-you’re right, I’m sorry... I’ll try not to think about it anymore.” So he dropped the subject, though he knew his thoughts would still cascade into darkness every day of his life.

The pinkette’s head snapped up at the mention of the sword. His gaze shot over to the bright crimson blade on the wall, eyes wide with curiosity and another stab of fear. So this one was the same as him in this aspect... How many times did he have to pick up that sword before he could hold it for more than a minute? How many hours did he waste crying over what he had to use it for...? But that was another dark spiral for another time.

Crona was just surprised one of the first people he met here also happened to be a sword-user. Danger. Anyone who had a weapon like that was still a threat to him. Stay your ground until proven otherwise... So he tried not to draw too much attention to how unwary he felt, instead trying to strike up another innocent tangent to their conversation. Yet the next words to come out of his mouth were of a sheer curiosity... “I didn’t notice that before. Does your sword have a name?” He was still absentmindedly fiddling with the handle of Ragnarok by his side.

Why was the other one smiling like that? Did he really have a good reason to do so? Surely he wasn’t enough for conversation to warrant that kind of reaction from the store worker. But he kept talking, and Crona nodded as he continued. “Like everything else does.” He watched carefully as the action from before was repeated, gingerly taking the screwdriver for himself. At the worker’s question, he blinked, a little startled that the other wanted to know his name at all. “M-my name is Crona,” he stuttered, resisting the urge to cringe right after admitting it. After all, this person could still very well be a spy for her. But still, after he was being so nice to him... “I-it’s nice to meet you...”

His movements were very precise as he positioned the tip under the cog, and after a moment’s hesitation with his eyebrows furrowed together, he sent the sucker flying across the room.

“Aaahhhh...!” He screamed, recoiling in fear as the cog shot across the air to the back of the store. With wide and panicked eyes, his arms drawn back to his chest, he gaped at the store worker. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that! Oh god, I don’t know how to deal with this, I’m sorry...!”

Slivers of Time ~/~ Alpha and Crona

#divisiblezero #Slivers of Time #(I'm in too deep Blue) #(iNTO THE DEEP BLUE) #(Read more because of length)

[gorgonsblood-blog]

“Unicorns may go un-rescued for a very long time, but not forever.”

“Unicorns…? W-when did I say anything about unicorns? Are they alright? I’m glad someone is rescuing them, but, I-I don’t understand where they came from in the first place. Do they need help to be rescued? I mean, if they exist…?”

#bighaninozuka #rtrp tmi #(A meme from forever ago) #(Those unicorns tho)

[gorgonsblood-blog]

smashingfaceshaha

You really want to do this?

And why would you ever wear mittens indoors, sweetie?

Better to bundle up in a hippo bathrobe!

Time to break out the big guns...

Behold, at last, the fuzzy penguin socks!!

And these ones that say “chill out”! (Which may or may not be upside-down, but I digress)

Is that robe what you wear to parties? (It’s super cute~!) I prefer this getup myself~

#smashingfaceshaha #(My sister photobombs everything) #(Are you prepared for my gRAND FINALE) #rtrp ooc #2/5

[gorgonsblood-blog]

mic + HARD HITTING QUESTION TIME. (cont. because it's way too long to post here orz)

“While getting the newspaper one morning, a Brinks truck crashes outside of your house, spilling tens of millions of dollars into your driveway. The driver, fearing losing his job for not following standard security protocol and for being drunk, offers you half of the money in exchange for your testimony that says you saw him get robbed at gunpoint by a street gang. In addition to this, the money contained in the truck was originally headed for the American Cancer Societyto assist in the invention of an experimental device that may cure cancer (the odds of it working are about 15%). Without this specific cash delivery, the machine will not be able to be invented for another 17 years. The money can not be traced back to you in any way, and your testimony will be perceived as the truth by a judge and jury. If you refuse the money from the driver, he will shoot you in the kneecaps and flee, causing you considerable mobility problems and pain for the restof your life.What do you do? (feel free to go as in depth as needed BD)”

You drive a hard bargain, Brinks driver. How do you like my counter offer?

#bunnybookman #rtrp tmi #(Bloody hell XDDD) #(Mmm thank you Cliff I love this question)

[gorgonsblood-blog]

smashingfaceshaha

Mine have hearts and I wear them with penguin pajamas

u wanna go m8

Come at me bro. My socks have more hearts and my penguin pjs are pink.

...Touché.

BUT I REFUSE TO SURRENDER

WHEN I HAVE MY PENGUIN MITTENS!

#smashingfaceshaha #(I may be running out of socks) #(But the battle rages on) #rtrp ooc #1/5

[gorgonsblood-blog]

🎤 + SINCE SOAR ASKED ME LET'S SEE YOUR TAKE ON IT (if you haven't already been asked); got any headcanons about the zerotp's kids?

Let’s gopher it~

[gorgonsblood-blog]

LIA, FIGHT ME. It reads “All I Want For Christmas,” on one sock, and the other reads “Is you!" 

Also,  love, you’re as adorable as ever and  I cry over your responses. Proud to be your husband ;w; 

#sophiehattersmovingcastle #smashingfaceshaha #(You guys don't understand I am laughing so hard) #submission #(This is becoming the rtrp sock war) #(Also thank you boo <333)

[gorgonsblood-blog]

Fight me. I wear fuzzies all day, every day.

#submission #(I'm crying oh my freaking god) #smashingfaceshaha

[gorgonsblood-blog]

🎤 If you could have one of your baes marry you (note: only 2D baes allowed), which one would it be?

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0cnDrnFUmiD

Why do you make me choose? XDDD

#smashingfaceshaha #rtrp tmi #(My two great loves)

[gorgonsblood-blog]

🎤 + INFORM THEM ABOUT THE SOCKS, KAYL E E

https://vid.me/pbKj

You need to get your socks, dude

#sophiehattersmovingcastle #rtrp tmi

[gorgonsblood-blog]

🎤 + what is your favorite animal? what is your favorite color? do you have a combination of those faves? TELL ME ABOUT THAT ONE THING, IVY 8)

https://vid.me/Zpq9

You dork

#sophiehattersmovingcastle #rtrp tmi

[gorgonsblood-blog]

VOICE MEME: Send me 🎤 + a question and I will record myself answering it.

#rtrp tmi #1/2 #(And the voice meme comes up on my dash) #(This is the last one so bring it on XD) #(If I get any I will do them after dinner)

[gorgonsblood-blog]

nemirutami

commission(s) for tarantasina

#Crona #Soul Eater #gallery #(precious)

[gorgonsblood-blog]

wild-untamed-heart

Kajika laughed at the observation and nodded her head in agreement, ice cream wasn’t worth pelting at an opponent when at best you could only blind or distract them with it. Ice cream was definitely better off being eaten!

The young heiress felt encouraged that she was making some progress when she managed to touch the other’s hand without him fleeing from her, the feelings of relief growing the less intimidated he seemed to appear. In fact, after her explanation, he even seemed less daunted by her assault on his person. Hearing that her table companion was an only child certainly placed his reaction into context, not having had any siblings to desensitise him. Although she too was an only child at least she had had Li Ren…

She still wanted to make it up to him though…

When Kajika first spotted the glimmer in his eyes, she was sure that her desire of making it up to him was about to come to pass, so she was undeniably surprised to hear him offering to buy her another ice cream. 

Huh…

The young heiress couldn’t help but feel that her companion was missing the point. Not that she didn’t find it extremely sweet of him to make such an offer in the first place but if anyone was going to do the buying it was her, this time at least. The future however was another matter entirely…

“I would certainly love another to make up for part of the one I lost and I would really enjoy your company in sharing it with me, but it will be my treat~”

Admittedly, Crona was still somewhat apprehensive of the whole ordeal in question. Everything seemed to have calmed down after the ice cream fiasco, but what if the rest of the day went wrong? What if the new ice cream tasted bad, or it got flown off into someone else’s face? The swordsman realized he was thinking of worst-case scenarios, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Stop it, can’t you relax just for once? His thoughts continued to chastise him, and he hoped his new companion didn’t notice how much he was still internally panicking.

Everything will be alright now, he tried to psych himself into believing. For the hundredth time he tried to reassure himself that no harm would come to him through this woman. There was something rather reassuring in the way she spoke, a sophisticated manner in which she presented herself. It was as if she was used to acting so polite around others, with experience in interactions of this sort. Perhaps some of this behavior could rub off of himself, Crona wondered. More and more he was curious that this could work out after all.

“Oh... t-thank you very much, ma’am. You really don’t have to do that for me...” The lady’s kindness was still astounding to Crona, and he was afraid he would never get over the fact she was being so nice to him. If only he was taught once in his life how to deal with people like this...

With a shy nod he spoke again as another strange thought occurred to him. “I realize I haven’t introduced myself... M-my name is Crona. If I may ask... w-what’s you name...? I kinda feel bad about calling you ma’am all the time...”

On Target [open]

#wild-untamed-heart #On Target

[gorgonsblood-blog]

masterofbyakko

Hibiki never really had a specific reason to get a job at the orphanage at first, really, he just needed the job for the money to buy his daily necessities and other things. He honestly thought that minding kids was the easiest task that he could find in the ads but now…

Hibiki has been repenting for ever underestimating this job since his first day on duty.

Play times were rowdy, feeding them can lead to messes, and getting them to bed has been making him sleep deprived lately. Overall, being a caretaker is not as easy as it sounds.

But hey, It’s not like he could complain, he’s the one who asked for the job, but more than that, those kids are just being, well…kids!

Its normal for them to be silly and rambunctious.Its normal for them to play around with their friends like without a care in the world. And its normal for them to be in the care and guidance of an adult whether they like it or not…

…Unlike him.

These kids may be orphans, but they’re all gifted with all of the three mentioned thanks to the people of this orphange. To Hibiki, it felt like an honour to be considered as one of those people. The job of being a simple caretaker has become an something that the young bunny-eared man took pride in, and day by day, he faces the hardships of handling wild children with an eager smile.

Sometimes, whenever Hibiki was assigned to watch over the kids that play at the yard, he would get a strange feeling that even he himself is being watched, he usually just ignores it but after one of the kids had noticed a young pink-haired person outside the fence looking their way, it seems that his gut was right.

“Excuse me, you there!” Hibiki heads over to the side of the fence, the toddlers trailing behind him with curiosity. 

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice you there, is there something that you need from us?”

Everything about this place seemed alien to Crona, from the way the children ran freely to the way the older one watched over them. Was this how children normally were allowed to play? His mother would never let him run around inside their house, much less be free to roam the outside world. Why were they out wasting time like this outside, and wouldn’t they get hurt? So many terrible things could happen to them out here, even with someone watching them...

Was it really such a strange practice? Anyone else would have probably looked upon this scene as a normal occurrence. This was how children were supposed to spend their time, right? Playing, socializing, letting their imaginations roam freely? Crona never once had the chance to experience these things for himself. He was so caught up in how foreign the whole concept of this freedom was that he almost didn’t realize he was being called for. His head snapped in the direction the voice came from, and he was unable to hold back his shriek of surprise.

“Aahh...! O-oh... a-are you talking to... me...?” He pointed shyly at himself for a moment. His gaze quickly shifted between the one who addressed him and the young children who followed close behind. So many people watching him... What exactly am I doing here? He wondered, shaking his head in response to the others’ question.

“Oh no, I, uh... I-I don’t really need anything, I was just... I’m really sorry to bother you. I was just wondering... W-what are you doing?”

At this response the young gorgon wanted to slap himself in the face. What are you doing? What kind of question was that? There were so many better ways to phrase that...! He panicked, completely unaware of how to handle this situation. Once again he found himself stammering as he tried to correct his folly.

“I-I mean, I’ve seen you out here a lot, and it always looks like you’re having a good time, but, what are you...? W-wait...! Oh no, now you must think I follow you around or something, don’t you? I promise I don’t, it just sounds really weird, I didn’t mean- ugh, I really don’t know how to deal with this...” As the swordsman stuttered mostly to himself, he felt he was going to pass out. He never was one for introductions...

Found Astray ~/~ Hibiki and Crona

#masterofbyakko #(Gosh darlin' I'm so sorry this took me so long D'8) #(I hope this is alright to make up for the wait) #(I am so bloody slow thanks to school) #Found Astray

[gorgonsblood-blog]

wild-untamed-heart

Kajika truly felt like she was approaching a scared and wounded animal by the expression painted on her victim’s face as she steadily inched closer to his position. It looked almost like he was planning on taking flight at any moment but thankfully some of the apprehension disappeared from his face once she addressed him.

A sheepish chuckle escaped her at his mention of never being attacked by flying dairy products before, her feelings of remorse creeping up a notch. The kind of feeling one would get after accidentally hurting a small defenseless puppy…

“If it makes you feel any better I don’t normally attack people with ice cream, this was a one time accidental occurrence.”

It was rather touching to see him showing some concern over her own welfare although he still seemed to be slightly wary of her, not that she blamed him. Her silver eyes that were avidly trained upon him and his every movement caught the slight flinch that followed his question and once again she acted like she was comforting a frightened animal, her hand reaching out to squeeze his gently.

“I was just expressing frustration at a childhood friend of mine, he’s more like an older brother really, so I suppose I end up acting like a spoilt younger sister sometimes when we fight…”

“I’m really sorry that it resulted in you getting pelted with a spoonful of dessert however, is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

The lady’s comment might have made Crona give her the ghost of a smile, if that was a normal occurrence for him. “Well, I suppose that’s good. I’m not sure how effective having ice cream as a weapon really works anyway.”

For a moment Crona’s stormy eyes grew even more panicked as the woman’s hand reached out and took his. But she had already proven she wasn’t out to hurt him, so why did he have any cause for alarm? It had been a long time, if ever to be honest, that anyone treated him so kindly. Maybe just this once, he would allow himself to indulge in this luxury... Who knew when anyone would be so nice to him like this again? Even through the voices in his mind telling him this could all still be a trick, he let her take his hand and didn’t move away. Maybe just this once will be alright...

“Oh... I don’t know what that feels like. I never had any brothers or sisters. But it’s never a good feeling when you fight with someone who means a lot to you... I hope you feel better.”

He shook his head slightly at her apology. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it...” At her question, his head tilted to the side as he considered the thought. After all that embarrassment she was still being so nice and wanted to make it up to him? She didn’t have to do anything of the sort, and he hadn’t asked her to... “O-oh, you don’t have to anything like that, really... But...”

A glimmer of hope lit up in the charcoal eyes of the swordsman as an idea slinked its way into his mind. “Well, it’s kind of a shame you didn’t get to eat all your ice cream, and I haven’t had any dessert yet... Ma’am, would it be alright if I bought you another ice cream to make it up to you?”

On Target [open]

#wild-untamed-heart #On Target #(I'm a sucker for cutes over ice cream)

[gorgonsblood-blog]

Found Astray ~/~ Hibiki and Crona

masterofbyakko

When Crona was searching for a place to call home in Brieve, Saint Nicholas’ Orphanage came to mind. He had considered finding his way among the other lost children before settling on his solitude in the abandoned hospital. However, the thought of being surrounded by so many others, others who couldn’t possibly understand where he came from, had always been too much of an overbearing thought to the swordsman. So he had quickly pushed it out of his mind... But at the same time, perhaps they did understand a lot more than he originally thought.

Maybe they were a lot like him, used to being all alone in this world. That was why they lived here, wasn’t it? They had no family to turn to. Just like me. Am I one of them now? The swordsman blinked at the thought. Though he had left the only parent he ever knew, these children may have never gotten to know their own at all. What kind of existence was that? Was it better to have known the ones who had you and lost them, or was it more painful to never know who they were at all? As much as Crona resented the one he left behind, he could not imagine an existence without their influence.

“I wonder what that’s like...” The swordsman had been watching the children playing outside the orphanage from a distance. Some of them seemed about his age, but most looked a lot younger. Too young... At least they have each other. Often when Crona passed by the orphanage in his wanderings, he would see a young man in a white hoodie with strange ears playing with the younger children. Was he maybe someone like them too? He seemed to be the one looking after them. How did he deal with helping them go through whatever loss they felt?

Lost in thought, the pinkette didn’t realize he had been staring, having stopped himself in the middle of the street. For a moment he could have sworn he met the eyes of the one in the strange hoodie. “O-oh... oh no...” What was he doing standing there clueless like that? Now he was faced with the overwhelming urge to flee the scene, but rather than bolt he stood frozen on the road, his eyes darting among the rambunctious crowd before him. What would these people think of him...? “I-I’m sorry...” he mumbled to no one in particular.

#masterofbyakko #(I hope this is okay~) #(I-I might've rambled a little bit ahahaha) #(My muse likes to run away with me) #(Don't worry about matching the length or anything!) #Found Astray