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inidgoduelistaa · 2 years
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^_^ oh inigo!
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“ hello naomi, my darling wife !! ” ^-^
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fleetingdance · 3 years
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“ ‘cause you remind me of a time, when we were so alive. ”
@julietswrath​, lyric call. franklin / paramore.
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swordsmiles · 4 years
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“ mom ! ” you practically tackle your mother in a big hug, ( like a child would ), a toothy grin on your face. “ i’m back from patrol ! do you have any snacks ? ”
@julietswrath​
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🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻 hand em over, bitch
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Rio and Ryoto regularly hang out, and whenever they’re on jobs, if Rio lets herself get caught and brought in, Ryoto’s not far behind on a rooftop aiming down a scope at someone Where one of them can be found, the other is generally nearby.
On the topic of the twins, during their time as vampires, they have a psychic connection with each other. They can share their thoughts through their minds, and while it makes planning operations easier or communication easier, they typically put it to use by scaring the shit out of people by finishing each other’s sentences or talking in unison. Think, the delightful children from down the lane from KND.
Rio and Ryoto have been invited to threesomes before and their reactions were to gag in disgust. They have an unspoken rule to never hook up with anyone the other has been with. 
Ryoto loves seafood, and will generally order lots of shrimp and extra fishcakes in his ramen. Rio on the other hand eats a lot of meat, so she orders extra beef and egg in her ramen. Shoyu ramen is her favorite while Ryoto’s is seafood ramen, spicy seafood ramen specifically.
Rio can’t cook to save her life until Ryoto teaches her post-Cerberus. The last time she tried cooking, her mother banned her from the kitchen for nearly setting the house on fire. Ryoto on the other hand instead of helping put the fire out, was too busy laughing his ass off.
Whatever I wanna talk about || Accepting! @julietswrath
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shieldedemblem · 4 years
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“ do you wanna hear what i’ve been up to in the deeprealms ? ” brown eyes stare up at your mother, an excited smile on your face. ( you two have the same eyes and hair color, the same faces dotted with freckles like stars against the night sky. ) “ ‘ve been waiting to tell you ! ”
@julietswrath​
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proxytraitor · 4 years
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@julietswrath :handshake: me our ocs would get the h/abit e/mh fanon treatment.
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julietswrath · 2 years
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JULIETSWRATH PINNED
danny. 24. they/them.
naomi’s an original character and major character in my webcomic, memento mori.
because of the nature of this blog, id like to keep it 18+ only.
for ease of access ; rules + bio
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inidgoduelistaa · 3 years
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you sigh as you flop onto the couch- exhaustion catching up with you as you rest your head against your wife’s shoulder. ( she’s nice and warm- you could fall asleep right here. and still sleep soundly. ) you open one eye to look up at naomi’s face, and for a moment- you are utterly entranced by her beauty, and you give her a beleaguered smile. “ i hope your day was less eventful than mine was, my love. ”
@julietswrath​’s quiet night in.
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fleetingdance · 3 years
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“ my dear- ” you hold out your hand to your wife, gloved hand taking hers gently. there is no way to hide the way your gaze is full of love, full of hope- the creases of your brows smoothed out- your smile brighter, wider. 
your wife is a vision to behold. she matches you in your nohrian attire- with a dress that is as nearly beautiful as she. ( the two of you- orpheus and eurydice reborn from the tales of old and made into flesh! ) “ would you humor me with a dance ? ”
@julietswrath​ //  a lovers’ new year dance!
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fleetingdance · 4 years
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“ aren’t you excited ? the harvest festival is nearing ! ” despite everything you’ve gont through, there is still some excitement to be had for such trivial things. “ we should dress up as a pair, since that seems to be the style here ... ” 
@julietswrath​
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fleetingdance · 4 years
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“ i don’t exactly have the money for a proper ring, yet. ” a broach is pinned to the high, decorative and frilly neckline of naomi’s uniform blouse, replacing the smooth blue-green gem inlaid that normally laid there. it’s shaped like a night blooming flower, inlaid with pretty stones that had hardly any worth, but looked nice. “ i hope this shall suffice for the moment. ”
@julietswrath​
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fleetingdance · 4 years
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you set a loaf of bread down in front of your wife, steam rising up from the fresh food. you kiss the side of her cheek, letting out a tired sigh. “ did you finally get her to sleep ? ”
@julietswrath​
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fleetingdance · 4 years
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@julietswrath​ : You smiled as painted nails held onto a neatly wrapped gift / the box containing something you had stolen from your father. ( his beaststone - for sentimental value. but also a letter from you, written in pink ink, singing your praises and adoration of laslow. ) " Happy birthday, my love. "
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“ you didn’t need to get me a present, love. ” your hands are already tearing into the box, and the contents nearly take your breath away. “ it’s beautiful. ” you’ve never really seen a beaststone up close, but it is as nearly dazzling as the first sunrise you had seen in years, after traveling to the past.
a finger gently traces against the surface of the stone, as you set it down- and your face grows aflame at the card written for you. “ u-um. ” you take naomi’s hand into your own, brushing her knuckles up against your lips. “ m-meeting you... was the b-best present i could have ever r-received. it's how i know me coming here was fate. ”
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fleetingdance · 4 years
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@julietswrath​ : hewwo mister laslow it's me naomi do u wanna go have some tea
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“ ah ! ” a laugh and a smile, one that warms your eyes- doesn’t fall flat. ( your wife looks as beautiful as a frosted sunrise, and shines just as brilliantly. ) you, readjust the heavy tea pot in your hands, the warmth radiating easily through your thick leather gloves. “ well, as it happens, miss naomi- after i deliver milord his afternoon tea- my schedule should be clear for us to go and enjoy ourselves a cup of tea. ”
asking inigo out on a date asmr.
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fleetingdance · 4 years
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@julietswrath​ : you’re the story i desire.
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when you were younger, you had accepted your fate to die on a battlefield. a solider through and through- fighting against an unbeatable war since you were old enough to walk on your own two feet.
you’d come close too close to deaths scythe for comfort- bearing the jagged white scars that trace your skin- a reminder of what happened and the only remainder of the doomed future from whence you came.
naomi’s words scare you. the idea of fatherhood terrifies you. the idea of settling down, of starting a life- a life unhindered by war, and unfettered by fell dragons hellbent on destroying everything. ( every horrible thing you spent your childhood clawing out of. it scares you. ) you hold more anger and sadness and darkness in your heart than anyone you know, and you worry that one day, you’ll drown in the sea of your own trauma. 
but . . . did you not deserve a softer ending ? did you not deserve a happy story, one filled with flowers, and light and happy laughter filling the air- a life with bedtime stories and warmth ? did you not deserve a fairy tale ending, completely surrounded by the people you love ?
“ then i will become the fairy tale you deserve. ” naomi’s hand fits perfectly into yours, and your lips brush against her knuckles. “  let this be a new chapter in both of our lives, my love. ”
wild hearts.
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fleetingdance · 4 years
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@julietswrath​ : “i’ll come back for you, i promise.”
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“ my love . . . ” you kiss her hand. ( o’ orpheus, please don’t forget your eurydice ! )  “ i shall await your safe return. ”
TLT.
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