#decanard

[bitofthisandthat]

@decanard​  [ JUNE or MAY ]​

“....Were you not on some covert kiddie mission 5 minutes ago?” 

She pretends to be more interested in her weapon, polishing it with a dull expression on her face, as usual. “Or was that posturing again to get the jump on me?” 

#decanard #C: June #C: May #V: THE SIDE I’M ALWAYS ON: MINE. || ROGUE GABBY! VERSE #{ I am ALWAYS down for June/Gabby stuff but if you wanna put May into it I left it open for that as well! } #{ Short opens always can turn into bigger threads } #🗡️GABBY MCSTABBERSON 🗡️

[elveswithoutearsmultimuse]

@decanard liked for an encanto starter

"My little Isa! Hello." He says looking up and realizing his daughter is standing in front of him. Whoops he had been distracted, hopefully she wasn't waiting for him long.

#decanard

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Donald is staring at Fenton in disbelief and a little hurt (even though he had no right to) “wait wait wait. You’re getting married to someone you *just* met this morning?”

-  ✩   「 @decanard 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Oh, great… As of it wasn’t bad enough that his older brother has an issue with Fenton’s decisions— a right that Elliot had forfeited long ago —now he has to deal with Donald’s judgement. Oddly, or perhaps not odd at all since Donald has spent far more time with him than Elliot ever has, this hurts irritates Fenton even more than Elliot’s concerned self-righteous judgement had. If anyone was going to understand how desperately Fenton wants needs this, he would think it’d be his closest friend and confidant. The ONE person who would know better than anyone just how starved the Prince is for acceptance affection companionship— for… something. Something special.

Something Fenton can’t quite put into words. But feels nonetheless. Deeply and completely; a desire to matter- truly matter… To feel even a fraction of the way Augustus had made him within a few moments of meeting. The closest he’s ever gotten has been with— … Well, that hardly matters. With years of opportunities, if that person felt anything for him, it would have come to light by now.

Fenton can’t afford to let this chance slip through his fingers. Who knows if he’ll get another.

❝  Donald, please. I already had this discussion with Elliot…  ❞  Feathers ruffle as he tersely replies, Fenton refusing to meet Donald’s gaze. Choosing to study the snowy landscape surrounding them during their harrowing journey, it still gives more comfort than looking at Donald could.  ❝  It’s not as ridiculous as it sounds. It’s not like I’m marrying a complete stranger— well, alright- yes, technically I suppose I am…  ❞  Cheeks heating up as he loses his footing— both in the argument and literally —arms wave as Fenton tries to regain his balance on the soft snow.

Yet even as he nearly falls, he still tries to argue his point. Voice comically wavering like his body as he hastily insists,  ❝  But it’s nothing to be concerned about- Because he loves me!  ❞     「 ☆ 」

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ; ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ❞ ◌ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ❞ ¦ 「 Donald 」 #decanard #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Donald 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[scnrisa]

"I can't believe Philip ignored you all these years. You're much more fun of a grimwalker than Hunter. Tell me a story." (Collector @ Parker)

      what sort of friendship... // @decanard​​

philip...  philip...  philip...  the  name  made  their  heart  race  and  they  didn't  know  why.  was  that  who  his  uncle  was  ?  or..  perhaps  not  his  uncle,  but  --  this  whole  thing  was  confusing.  parker  didn't  like  thinking  about  it  at  all.  everything  just  became  so  complicating  and  as  much  as  they  LOATHED  hunter  being  favored,  they  would  so  anything  to  return  to  that  time  before  everything  changed.

before  they  realized  how  USELESS  their  worth  was  in  comparison  to  hunter.

❝  no...  i'm  never  going  to  be  as  good  as  hunter.  they're  all  right.  i'm  just  some  wannabe.  ❞  they  say,  crouching  as  head  is  buried  between  their  legs,  ❝  besides,  i  have  no  interesting  stories  to  tell.  ❞

#decanard #╰ * parker. : in ⧽ i can’t help but repeat myself . #they decided they wanted to go through It #they can't even take genuine compliments or words of affection

[danger-zcnes]

“SILVER!!!” Dewey can barely hear his own voice over the tornado that was trying to suck him in. The same kind of tornado that dropped him here years ago. He was holding on as tight as possible to a tree. He didn’t want to go! Not now! “HELP!!”

There was too much left to do with his boyfriend. He couldn’t leave him. He promised he’d find a way to help fix the world first.  The grip gives way but he manages to grab another tree. “PLEASE!!”

-  ✩   「 @decanard 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   No. It’s happening. It’s actually happening…

Silver should be happy. They should be ELATED. This is what they had wanted since Dewey was first stranded on his broken world. Someone like Dewey, so bright and brilliant and blue, doesn’t belong in a place like this. Covered with the smell of death and ash, smoke filling one’s lungs with every breath. Silver can still recall how violently Dewey had coughed at first, his body rejecting the filthy air it was now forced to inhale. He doesn’t seem to struggle with it as much anymore. Which isn’t surprising since he’s had years to learn how to breathe here.

Years wasted here... Sometimes, Silver wonders how time works in other dimensions. If whoever Dewey had been ripped away from feel the weight of those years. Or maybe, barely any time has passed at all. Maybe when he returns, it’ll be to a life seemingly put on pause. A second chance at having a real one. A BETTER one. Silver can only hope so. Yet, that hope is tainted by selfish undertones. Silver wondering if they want time to wait on Dewey because then they can indulge in the others company without consequence. 

Because then, them rushing to Dewey’s aid, isn’t a HORRIBLE thing to do.

After only a split-second of hesitation— Silver’s conscience screaming that this is what is meant to happen —Silver flies towards their boyfriend, Dewey’s cry still ringing in their ears over the cacophony of wind. Coughing violently, eyes watering and nose burning, Silver fights through the merciless winds. Whipping up smoke and ash around them, all they can do is struggle towards the sound of Dewey’s screams, barely able to see in front of their own nose. Already exhausted from trying to keep from getting sucked into the tornado themself— they can’t leave their home, can’t abandon its future —Silver claws at nearby wreckage, following a pattern of grab, let go, grab, let go, to slow their approach enough to CONTROL their movement. 

It’s infuriating, feeling like they’re wasting time with each clutch at a crumbling building, but they can’t risk being swept up in the storm.  ❝  I’M COMING! JUST HANG ON, DEWDROP!  ❞  Silver shouts over the tornado’s screaming, nearly dragged into the swirling portal thanks to a slip of their hands. Grunting as they crash into a fallen building, Silver spits out some blood, not bothering to wipe it away as they carefully work their way to Dewey. Wincing at the aches accosting their body from the harsh impact, Silver blinks to try and clear their swimming vision. Seeing the unfocused form of their boyfriend, Silver reaches out a shaking hand.

And grabs on to Dewey’s. 

Clinging to the building’s broken wall for dear life— But who’s? Theirs or Dewey’s? —Silver stares wide-eyed at the other male, bloodied hand squeezing Dewey’s so tightly it hurts. Tears falling down their face, Silver’s voice breaks, words forced through a throat scratched raw from airborn ash,  ❝  I-I’ve got you... I’m not gonna let go. I promise, I won’t let you go....  ❞  

Silver feels sick as soon as the words are out, but they can’t deny they mean them.

They don’t want to let Dewey go. They CAN’T. They...

Should they? 

Maybe it would be better if they just—   「 ☆ 」 

#(( * W E E P S * )) #(( tfw Silver has some doubts ... )) #danger-zcnes #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪx ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ❞ ◌ ɪᴅᴡ ¦ 「 Silver 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Dewey 」 #decanard #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver and Dewey 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[canon-fcdder]

Excuse Edric while he stares for seconds. Before he regains his senses and scrambles across the distance between them. One hand coming up immediately to cup Hunters cheek. “You’re back…” The words are a whisper that breaks out of him. “You’re okay…”

-  ✩   「 @decanard 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   He’s here... He’s here and he’s OKAY.

Well, as okay as anyone can be after the disaster that transpired. Hunter doesn’t even know what other horrors have befallen Edric since they were separated. For a split second, Hunter feels a pang of guilt in his gut at the peace he’d experienced. The laughter, the smiling, the sense of belonging he’d indulged in when trapped in the Human Realm... Despite the constant cloud hanging over their heads, the storm brewing inside of him— deeper than even he truly knew —as he struggled to come to terms with the reality of his life, Hunter had been grateful for it. Horrible as it must be, it had been one of the BEST things to happen to him.

But then, he feels an unfamiliar sensation within his chest... A pulsating that he’s certain must only be in his mind, a warmth that doesn’t entirely belong to him, and that guilt is overtaken by a far more overwhelming one. They mix. They co-exist. They GROW. That sense of wrongness inside of him. Making him. Surrounding him so intensely that he fears he may choke on it. Breathing quickened, Edric’s form grows blurry, Hunter blinking as he fights back the tears within his gaze. He’s already cried in front of someone once and well as that may have went, he can’t bare the thought of it happening again. Not now. Not after everything he’s done. What he had FAILED to do. It’s his fault Flapjack is gone... If he had only been stronger—

Hunter doesn’t realize Edric is in front of him until a hand is upon his cheek, dazed hues slowly lighting up with recognition. It’s strange, how things change. Before, in a life that feels like one he had watched someone else live, being taken off-guard like this would have devastated him. Would have been one of the worst failures he could imagine. Always needing to be on alert, ALWAYS needing to be the one in command of a situation. Or desperately trying to be. He couldn’t afford to be surprised by anything. But now? He’s beyond grateful he was.

If he hadn’t been, he would have shied away from Edric’s touch. 

Trembling at the sound of a voice he hadn’t heard in months, hot tears cascade down his face, stinging his eyes and destroying the image of the male in front of him. Rushing forward to cling to Edric, arms wrap tightly around as if terrified he’ll disappear into nothing. Burying his face against Edric’s chest, Hunter sobs wretchedly, years of anguish desperate to be free despite everything only spiraling out of control for the last few months.  ❝  Y-You’re okay too...  ❞  He weakly forces out,  ❝  Th-Thank Titan you’re okay....  ❞

Hunter doesn’t know if he could handle losing someone else close to him. 

Especially not if it’s Edric.   「 ☆ 」 

#toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #amy don't look #canon-fcdder #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ’ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Hunter IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴍ; ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴅɪꜱᴘʟᴀʏ ❞ ◌ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ!ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍɪɴᴅ ¦ 「 Hunter 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Edric 」 #decanard #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ; ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴍɪʀᴋꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴇɴᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ❞ ¦ 「 Hunter and Edric 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」

[babyboydbaby]

decanard asked:

He’s holding a wrapped package containing a knitted scarf out towards Boyd. “Happy Birthday.” (From Louie)

His smile widened as he took the package from him. And with great care, he unwrapped the gift to reveal the scarf. “Oh, thank you, Louie!” he said, wrapping it snugly around his neck. “This is so sweet!”

#Asks #decanard #Never An Honest Word; And That Was When I Ruled The World (Louie)

[pinkniece]

“So you think there’s something important that we forgot? And it happened during the fight with FOWL?” Deu’s looking at the board he was being presented with.

        save what has been lost. // @decanard​​

       ❝ it would make sense, right - ? maybe we stumbled on something more than just bradford STOPPING adventure. ❞ she’s pacing around her room -- taking glances at the billboard, as if hoping that something will shed a light on whatever it was that was off.  ❝ and it’s not just SOMETHING, but it has to be SOMEONE. bradford had the solego circuit. he had PUSHED someone in, right ? but who ? ❞

#decanard #( in ) / * interactions . #( in ) / * answered . #( verse ) / * save what has been lost .

[multiversal]

He’s nervous in a way that the silly nature doesn’t usually manifest. But Dipper needs an answer. “What did Grunkle Ford say that almost made you stay in Gravity Falls?” Almost leave me is unspoken but he knows they both hear it.

@decanard​

“We talked about a lot of things that day, Dipper.” She can’t deny it. They both knew what she’d agreed to in the heat of the moment. She’d regretted it almost immediately after she saw her brother’s reaction, but by then he’d already been gone. “It just felt so right, being here. I never even thought about the idea that you wouldn’t be staying here too. I’m sorry.”

#decanard #pine tree | mabel

[hayleysmuses]

~Answered~

decanard asked:

“You’re not a boring grown up are you? Cause I wanna play!” They’re floating a few feet above Bill. “Hide and seek!”

Oh God, not this brat. Bill couldn’t recall too much about them; only that they were really annoying.

“Beat it, Moonface,” he said, giving them a glare. “I’m too busy right now to deal with you. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’re thinking of the wrong Bill. Go bug him if you’re that bored.”

#Asks #decanard #Bill Speaks #The Collector Tbt #(I know that there's a character named Bill in the show; which is VERY funny)

[bitofthisandthat]

@decanard​ asked: 👶🏻 (Gladstone and Daisy?)

name: Madison Gander

birthdate: June 8th

personality headcanon: She’s very good, a perfect little lady quite the spoiled princess with great manners and excellent grades….But she is also VERY sneaky, loves to spy on people, and find out everyone’s secrets and use it to her advantage.

what was their first word and how old were they when they said it: “LUckiwy…” She hears it all the time, but she always said it out of context, because…baby.

did they get in trouble in school: Never! But I wouldn’t turn my back on her if I were her teacher.

which parent were they more attached to: She’s very much a daddy’s girl and is 100% spoiled by him, but she is also always trying to imitate Daisy and be her shadow.

what was their favorite toy: Brats. I mean. Obviously.

did they cry a lot as a baby: Yes, but once Gladstone picked her up, his Luck Aura shut her up.

movie they watched over and over: Ella Enchanted and Hocus Pocus

what was their favorite subject in school: History and Music ( Orchestra ) She plays the violin like a prodigy.

were they social growing up or quiet: Very social–I mean…look at her parents.

which parent do they take after: Clearly she a hobgoblin blend of them both.

what do they grow up to be: She wants to run a multi-billion corporation and “crush her opponents into dust and make them cry.” Either a fashion empire or a magazine of some kind, she hasn’t made up her mind. Maybe a fashion magazine.

three random headcanons: 1) She doesn’t get along with a lot of her cousins because they see through her “innocent routine,” but she doesn’t care because her daddy’s Luck Aura is somewhat inherited, and she gets out of trouble because of it. But, it works out because when she’s older, she outgrows her snotty behavior. And like her dad, even if she’s not liked by her family she would destroy anyone that goes against them. 2) She acts like a priss and is over obsessed with her looks like her parents, but she has a thing for greasers and muscle cars and tough types, even if she would kill someone for dirtying her clothes. 3) She has her mom’s temper but her dad’s quiet burning grudge, so she never shows her temper until it’s too late. And she is well aware people talk smack about her parents, so she defends them to the death. They’re just jealous that they’re all so perfect. 

likes: Fashion, luxury, everything being neat and in its place, classical music, and people bowing to her.

dislikes: When things don’t go her way, people that rip on her parents, messes.

do they get along with their parents: Yes, except for when they catch her being naughty, and then she’s a handful.

#decanard #asks #If They Had a Kid Meme! #HEADCANON || GLADSTONE #FLOWERS & CLOVERS: I COULD BE SO GOOD FOR YOU || GLADSTONE x DAISY #{ Good luck and God speed you two you shall need it XD }

[elveswithoutearsmultimuse]

@decanard liked for a sea beast starter

Jacob wasn't paying attention to where he was going and when he was turned to call out to a sailor he knew, raising a hand in greeting and knocked right into the other, half size difference, half just straight up not paying attention.

His hand flashed out and grabbed the other's sleeve to prevent him from being knocked to the ground.

"Whoops! Sorry lad." Jacob says brushing the other off. "Didn't see ya there."

#decanard #for varien

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“ The “almost” will always haunt me. “ (Louie @ Jayden) (about Boyd) (Make it worse au)

-   ✩   「   @decanard​  ​ 」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   It’s a rare moment of quiet... Jayden lying on the floor of their room, eyes trained on the ceiling but seeing nothing. Limbs splayed to the sides, using as much space as they can, yet somehow feeling as if they’re taking up nothing at all. It’s been a long time since they’ve felt like they EXISTED in the world. The monotone misery of the every day making them feel more like a plaything, carried around by Ram and Peter to be used and disposed of whenever it pleases, than a living being. But that’s a train of thought they’d rather not go down again, wrenching their mind off of those tracks and focusing on Louie’s sad statement.

Honestly, it’s not much better.

❝  I’m sure it haunts him too...  ❞  Jayden says without thinking, wincing as soon as the words are out of their mouth. Turning their head to look at the wall instead, Jayden is acutely aware that they don’t know where Louie is in the room... and that it doesn’t matter. They trust him. He’s one of the few people allowed to be out of sight without it sending their nerves ablaze with paranoia.  ❝  That’s probably a shitty thing to say and it’s not like- I want him to be upset or hurt or- y’know... anything like that.   ❞  They don’t mention who it is they’re talking about. Louie knows.  ❝  What I mean is that- he really, really cares about you. I know he does.  ❞  

❝  And he’s a good guy. So- a guy like that wouldn’t get over a person they care about so easily. Especially if that person is you.  ❞  Swallowing thickly, Jayden blinks back tears, knowing that now is not the time for them. Their own words echo in their ears, Jayden shoving down the undeserved twinge of jealousy at how Louie’s ‘ almost ’ could still come true. Maybe... If the stars aligned perfectly. But still, a slim chance is something to cling to when the days are darkest. Jayden? Their future is set in stone. Their ‘ almost ’ long dead; replaced with someone who shares Carroll’s face, but twisted into something unrecognizable. CJ. 

Who knew it could only take two letters could entice such a visceral reaction.

❝  Who knows... your almost might not always be an almost.  ❞  They mutter, wishing they could sound more confident. Rolling over onto their stomach, they pick at the floor, the previous calm air now feeling suffocating rather than strangely serene.   「 ☆ 」 

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Jayden IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴ' ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰɪʀᴇ; ʙᴀʙʏ— ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Jayden 」 #decanard #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Louie 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Jayden and Louie 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[scnrisa]

      ❝  you're  lucky  emporer  belos  was  so  generous  to  let  you  live,  wild  witch.  ❞  eyes  narrow  on  lilith  as  they  crossed  paths.  they've  always  held  such  a  DISTASTE  for  them  thanks  to  the  titan's  right  hand  himself.  still,  there's  a  cocky  grin  that  rests  on  their  expression  as  a  hand  rests  on  their  chest,  ❝   after  your  BETRAYAL,  i  would  have  had  you  PETRIFIED  on  the  spot.  ❞ / @decanard​

#decanard #╰ * parker. : in ⧽ i can’t help but repeat myself .

[tunnagan]

" could... could you just hold me, a while? "

@decanard​

“Of course, Louie.”

Della’s arms wrap around her youngest son, humming the lullaby softly as she does. Part of her wants to immediately ask what’s wrong, rush off to fix it, but she’s learning what each of her children needs from her in moments like these. More often than not, it’s just this. Quiet contact. It’s good for them both, she knows, she has her own issues she’s pushed to the side for a long time and rushing off does nothing but delay what their whole family needs.

Each other, in the moment. When Louie’s ready to tell her, she trusts that he will. It’s all she can do.

#decanard #interaction | della

[canon-fcdder]

“Maybe Roger’s right.” The words shatter the silence previous in the library. Matt’s eyes stay firmly on the puzzle in front of him even as his fingers quiver. “Mello and you are better at this whole thing. Maybe I should just stop and let you do your thing.” (@ Near)

-  ✩   「 @decanard​​ 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   It’s not unusual for the silence between them and Matt to stretch for hours. A blanket of quiet as they both work, either together or independently. Today, the puzzles laid out before the two are different. Sprawling with an abundance of pieces, Near paying no mind to the risk of the puzzles bleeding into one another on the table they are set. Near can tell whether a piece belongs to them or Matt easily enough and they entrust Matt to be able to do the same. Nimble fingers flit across their work, grey hues holding an intensity that seems out of place with the rest of their appearance. Unassuming, with clothes that hang off their small form and messy hair framing their pale face.

Yet every movement is purposeful, hand not once faltering as it sets pieces down with sharp clicks, breaking through the still air… Sound only pauses when Matt speaks, Near’s fingers brushing against the next piece. Halted as if time stood still, they look at Matt from the corner of their eyes. Inquisitive gaze now focused upon a puzzle of a new sort, it slowly roams across their companion. Taking in Matt’s refusal to break away from the puzzle and the quivering of his fingers.

Hand drifts from their puzzle piece over to Matt’s trembling one, slim fingers gingerly sliding down the back of Matt’s hand towards the tips of his fingers. Silently interlocking their fingers, Near carefully holds Matt’s hand, making sure that the other male could pull away at any time if he wanted. Eyes still focused on their hands, cool hues are softer now, voice following suit as it eases into the uncomfortable air. Not disrupting the silence as drastically as Matt had. Merely slipping into it, a calming sound as they state with absolute certainty,  ❝  Roger is wrong when it comes to you.  ❞  

Near can’t claim that Roger is always wrong. The man is smart, that’s undeniable. But when the topic is centered on Matt, Roger has yet to impress Near with his flawed opinions. Giving Matt’s hand a small squeeze, Near keeps looking at it, figuring that Matt may appreciate the opportunity to decide whether he wants to pull himself together… or allow himself to fall apart. Either way, Near won’t judge.  ❝  You continuing to improve doesn’t have any negative affect on Mello or I. There’s no reason to stop.  ❞  

❝  If you stop now- all you’ll accomplish is hurting yourself.  ❞  Mello and Near will continue on as always, but Matt won’t nurse his potential. It’ll be a waste. As well as a failure that Near knows would plague Matt. He isn’t the type to truly give up without feeling the weight of it. Especially not with everything that depends on Matt pursuing acknowledgement from the ones cultivating them all.  ❝  You’re just as capable as we are. If you weren’t, then we wouldn’t even know you…  ❞  Near’s world is so very, very small. With only a select few allowed to enter it. Matt being here means that he’s special. That he’s considered good enough to inhabit it.

If Matt were to stop… would that privilege be taken away as well?

Finally, Near turns their head to look at Matt. Expression blank to those who don’t know them, but eyes curious as they study Matt. Trying to see whether that thought has crossed the others mind. Sometimes, emotions can cause things to slip notice. Mello is proof enough of that.  ❝   Besides, if you stop, then we won’t be able to do puzzles together anymore.  ❞  

It’s far more than that… but Near trusts Matt understands the meaning behind their words.   「 ☆ 」

#death note spoilers #(( *b-boops* )) #canon-fcdder #near ic tbt #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ɪɴ ʟɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Matt 」 #near and matt tbt #decanard #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ; ɪ ᴀᴍ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」