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[darkurgc]

I've not been around for a while now (nor on my other blogs). Things have been busy with my study, I've been taking care of family due to health related matters and my muse seemed to hit and dip randomly. But I'm planning on returning, finally! So, I'll be working on replies and I'll slowly get back to people on here and discord. Apologies for having kept you waiting.

Contemplating an interaction or starter call whilst at it, hm..

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MUSES ARE FINALLY UPDATED.. congrats to me. Good luck with the chaos. Also, I am currently trying to hold back on adding Wheel of Time muses and.. it's not working very well. Dropped muses: Shadowheart All OCS All Witcher muses Added muses: Lakrissa Minthara [test] Alfira [test] Nym Orlith [test] Kagha [test] Geraldus [test]

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because not everyone here follows me there, and i don't want to seem quiet for absolutely no reason!

I've noticed that I struggle more with my writing than usual. This isn't specific to Nine-Fingers, it extends to all my muses on my other blogs as well. So, if you catch me not replying as quickly, PLEASE do not take it as disinterest. I just feel insecure about my writing at the moment. I simply don't like what I write and that isn't a very great motivator to actually get things done - no matter how much I actually want to. so truly: it's not you, it's me.

So, instead I shall probably do a little more HC work & try and get my shit back together.

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apologies for the delay, i've been sick. but tomorrow my muses will be updated and over the course of this week, i'll finally be reaching out. sorry for possible meme spam or entirely too awkward ooc messages.

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I am sorry for not having been around, I've been sick & quite busy. Things are getting better though, so expect me to annoy all of you soon again. That's a threat and a promise.

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the fact i have so many amazing, wonderful and creative mutuals and i don't dare to reach out because i am too awkward.. i am TRYING. i plan on approaching more people this weekend. or like, you know, slide into my ims/asks if you want to instead. i'll be forever thankful. 👀

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don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

[darkurgc]

to post open starters, or to not post open starters..

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‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

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the way this re-appeared on my dash to taunt me..

no, i don't need to create a blog just for astele.. no i don't need to create a blog just for astele.. no..

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I FINALLY DID IT. what? i moved hela to her own blog over at @darkdevoured & nine-fingers also has her own blog now at @twenty7knives / now that i feel better, i finally feel ready to be around again, too. so, expect memes, replies and ims quickly.

throw me stuff there (and better yet, let me know if i can throw stuff at YOU too)

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oh, certainly. no longer with you though

@darkurgc @shadow-cleric

"I refuse to answer any accusatory questions about my self-care — or my sleeping habits — without my lawyer present." you won't turn the table on me that easily

@shimmerbeasts heLP

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"well, if you insist. i suppose i shall leave you to it, but do know i won't contribute to you losing even more sleep then."

@darkurgc @shadow-cleric

"I refuse to answer any accusatory questions about my self-care — or my sleeping habits — without my lawyer present." you won't turn the table on me that easily

@shimmerbeasts heLP

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Astele couldn't help but chuckle, amusement evident upon features. "Oh, but it is." The amusement only grows, her eyes lighting up, "when was the last time you actually slept, Harper? And I'm not talking about little beauty sleeps."

@darkurgc doesn't like to be babied by Jaheira everyone boos

"That's—" Jaheira raised a finger, warning in her voice oh shit, oh shit, I’ve been called out.

"That's not the point," she's lying through her teeth so hard she could hear Mielikki weeping in the distance. "I take plenty of care of myself, thank you very much."

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“It would be nice for you, yes. For me though, well.. I quite enjoy catching you off guard.” Of course Astele would tease right back, a brilliant grin locking back in place instantly. She’s always taken great pride in being able to catch the high harper off guard, even if she’s less inclined to admit it worked the other way around, too. “Besides, I do plan on eating tonight. A true delicacy even.” And when exactly had she decided to don the full teenager act? She couldn’t even hold herself back from rolling her eyes and scrunching her nose at her own words, even if no other words spilled. And that whilst she hasn’t even had a drink yet.

Those thoughts quickly vanished as she felt Jaheira’s fingers touch her chin, almost an electrifying sensation in which she gladly followed along but kept herself from chasing her touch. “Don’t take too long.” Her voice barely above a whisper, as if these mere words held some regard of weakness to them. Perhaps they did, for she indeed longed to be around Jaheira for as long as possible; hopefully they had at least till the first rays of sunlight. It would simply have to be that way, shrouded in shadow.

Whilst her favourite harper went to fetch some cups and her thoughts took a darker turn, Astele allowed her eyes to dance and wander around her room, taking in the scenery until.. Jaheira was back way sooner than expected and banished those thoughts just as quickly. Even if she tried to find the decency within herself upon taking in her form, she very well failed as amusement etched her features. “Well, well.. that was quick.” Her tone teasing as she stepped closer, opening the bottle without even casting a glance at it – there’s a much more pleasing sight to take in after all. “As impressive as that was, I can’t have you run out of stamina so early, old woman.”

Holding up the bottle, she did her part in filling them up without any spilling. “But for now, how about a modest toast to us?” Whilst said teasingly, a way to perhaps keep it light and distant, her eyes told a tale entirely differently. Briefly filled with hope, tenderness and vulnerability alike.. almost as if reaching out, begging for Jaheira to take. To take what? Well, Astele doesn't even truly know that herself.

"Would you like to explain this to your children?”

Jaheira longed for the day she could explain this to her children — when she could sit them down, look them in the eyes, and speak the truth without hesitation. Hells, if the world were kind, she would welcome Astele through the front door, not in shadow, not in secrecy. She would sit her down at the table, let her take her place among them, laughter and stories filling the space between bites of a shared meal.

But reality had never bent to Jaheira’s will. Her world was never kind.

It had always been cruel, demanding sacrifice for every sliver of happiness she dared to hold. And as she stood here now, with Astele so close and yet never close enough, she felt like a fool. A dream, fragile and impossible, slipping through her fingers like sand.

Jaheira couldn’t help but smile at Astele’s flirting, the previious gloom vanishing as she shakes her head with an exasperated fondness. “Oh, I have to admit, the wooing is going splendidly,” she teased, deeply amused. “Though I have to say, a little warning would have been nice. I could’ve actually cooked something.”

She brushed past the Guildmaster, letting her fingers trail along Astele’s chin, tilting it ever so slightly before stepping away. “I’ll fetch us some cups,” she murmured, her tone light, but her touch lingering just long enough to make her intentions very, very clear.

As soon as she as much crossed the doorframe, Jaheira practically flew down the stairs, her feet barely touching the ground as she stormed into the kitchen like a woman possessed. Two cups. Two damn cups. Where in the nine hells—? Ah! She snatched them off the counter so fast she nearly sent a third one flying, catching it mid-air with the reflexes of someone who had absolutely done this before.

Then, just as quickly, she turned on her heel and bolted back upstairs, taking the steps two at a time, cursing under her breath as she nearly tripped on the last one. Gods forbid she take more than a few seconds — what if Astele decided to vanish? What if this was all some fever dream and she’d return to an empty room? No. Unacceptable.

She skidded to a stop just outside her door, taking a deep, deep breath, rolling her shoulders, and schooling her face into something that vaguely resembled poise. Then, cups in hand, she stepped back inside with a casualness that absolutely did not match the fact that she had just broken several land speed records.

“Here we are.” She said smoothly, only slightly out of breath.

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Of course the hitch of Jaheira’s breath had not gone unnoticed, not with their proximity, not with the way her focus always seemed rooted in the woman now closely pulled against her. Their actions perhaps closest to a confession they would get, locked in and possessive, a weapon between them not with the intent to seriously harm.. even if perhaps it should be. There is no greater gesture of trust from either of them.

“Don’t look at me like that.” or I may just fall deeper into these feelings I do not wish to acknowledge. Luckily there was much else to focus on, like the way Jaheira touched her in a way that caused Astele to lean into it just slightly. Gentleness a rarity for them both. Her breath hitched as that same hand found itself within her hair, eyes briefly fluttering closed before opening again with renewed hunger. Always a weakness. A soft, breathy chuckle escaped her throat, “I would have never expected you to say such a thing when we first met.” Nor did she expect any of the things that had happened between them.

An eyebrow arched at the way Jaheira leaned in closer, eyes carefully observing the blade easily creating its first cut as she held onto the knife firmly. “I like the sound of that..-” however, just as she went to trail the blade further down, she halted with a teasing smile. Astele took the hand so deliciously pressed into her hipbone, and slid it towards her side where the buckles of her armour were, “-.. But only if you mark my back with your nails in equal passion, yeah?” A dare in reply to a dare, always a little game.

But it wasn’t all games, not with the way Astele could finally no longer hold herself back from leaning in and bringing their lips together in a near bruising kiss. Not with the way she guided the blade further down, cutting through skin and fabric alike, down the valley of her breasts. But even now amidst passion and lust, her every move remained calculated, ensuring the blade wouldn’t go too deep, stray from a decided path – enough to hurt, to draw blood, to mark.. but never to seriously injure.

“Well,” Jaheira murmured, her voice low, rasp, almost a purr as she glided her lips just over Astele's, “seems you’ve found your chance to use it.” Jaheira’s breath hitched as the Guildmaster’s grip tightened, their bodies pressed flush. Gods, she’d missed this. The raw, reckless hunger that only this woman could ignite in her, decades of restraint unraveling like old parchment beneath a flame. Her legs slid around Astele’s waist, locking her in. Mine, her motion said. Yours, her pulse answered.

Astele’s mask slipped — just a flicker, a fracture — and Jaheira’s lips curled in triumph. No, not triumph. Affection. She knew that look. The Guildmaster’s steel dissolving into something hungrier, human. Her calloused thumb traced Astele’s cheekbone, rough but tender, before sliding up to carefully tangle in her hair. “You really believe I’d let anyone this close with a blade,” she breathed, “if it wasn’t you?”

She arched into the knife’s kiss, daring it deeper as she leaned closer, her mouth grazing the shell of the other woman’s ear. “Every mark you carve,” her voice was a dare, a low and honeyed dare, “I’ll wear as a trophy.” Her free hand slid down Astele’s spine, nails scoring the fabric, pulling, tugging, as if they could be any closer.