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hello lovely mutuals i am moving blogs :) i'm doing my best to follow everyone from over there but i might forget a few!!!! doing my best to go through my entire following list and grab everyone heh

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hello lovely mutuals i am moving blogs :) i'm doing my best to follow everyone from over there but i might forget a few!!!! doing my best to go through my entire following list and grab everyone heh

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drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy !!! let's spread a little sunshine ☀️ <3333

how this ask found me

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“ you're the only beacon here, cupcake. ” something unfortunate, something so dangerously fond hanging from the edge of her tone, still speaking loudly, close to her ear so that she might've heard her clearly. as far as topsiders went, vi was unsure if that could ever be the case. before anything else could be said, a shoulder knocked her own, liquor spilling from a patron's glass and her grip on the barrier tightening just so as though to continue shielding her, whether she needed it or not, whether she wanted it or not --- vi had made herself responsible for whatever harm could come to her, would have felt it just as viciously should she have failed in that one simple objective. “ watch it, asshole. ” the beginnings of a snarl in the other direction, the intruder's arms drunkenly raising in a humoured surrender as they backed off, eyeing what little of caitlyn was visible with a brow raised in confused recognition that she didn't belong. ocean's rolling, vi's attentions turning back to caitlyn with the expression of forgotten shock, as though only just finally catching what she'd said.

a glance to the crowd, a bloody and pulsating mass, before their gazes met again under the dimmed lights. “ you mean --- that ? jeez, you're gonna be the death of us. ” the shake of her head, corners of her mouth betraying the tone of her words by twitching upwards. “ let's keep it simple, yeah ? wouldn't want to lose you in there. ” her body moved flawlessly with the change of the beat, song changing to something just as fast but twice as angry, something that spoke to her, caught her on the edge of something and released her again. catching the stutter in caitlyn's own movements was amusing, an almost judgemental, though still somewhat appreciative flicker of her eyes across her physique. “ hey, i'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but i think i can hear your bones creaking under there. you wanna get inside of that ... ” the miniature point of her finger to the crowd beyond the barrier, more and more people joining to the mess, a collection of twisted freedom in the pits of zaun that knew nothing of the word. “ you're gonna have to learn to let loose. ”

“ i would've loved to hear the orchestra. ” the words fired back without second thought, the slight furrow in her brows loosening as ceruleans quickly inspected the slight twitch in the corner of vi's lips — just enough for it to click. “ and i knew — i knew that was sarcasm. i was being sarcastic as well. ” lips pursed, reddened from where the curve of incisors had found its place into plush of them. the bass was reverberating through the walls, down the back of her spine and then settling in the core of her stomach — it wasn't particularly uncomfortable but she fought the instincts to take it as a sign of slow - rolled destruction, even more so as the cacophony of stomping feet, glass breaking, and indistinct yelling from the crowd threatened the balance of her already rigid figure. there was a purpose to this, she knew it, but her muscles were fighting like hell to remain planted, not to draw any further attention to herself as thoroughly instructed. many times.

hairs stood at the back of her neck when she felt the heat of her breath brushing over the bare of her skin, shell of her ear warming as the blood rushed. her body followed hers with ease, a poor execution of a dance but still one nonetheless. “ i can hear them perfectly fine when they're not breaking the sound barrier and scraping my eardrums raw. ” but she said this with a slight laugh, as though she'd been resisting to do so and her tongue had grown tired of playing guard. at least the pink over her cheeks could be chalked up to the lack of airflow among them, the rising condensation clearly printing over frosted windows. “ i can see the appeal. ” maybe not the sweat, or the claustrophobia - induced space of it, but she recalled countless nights of rage where the screams remained lodged in her throat. passive - aggressive slams of bedroom doors, echoes of her foot-stomping drowned amidst a house far too big. “ i could like it. ” she added, head tilting to better meet her level. the flashing lights did little justice to what she would have liked to inspect further, snippets and pieces of vi's face registering. too much, too fast. what exactly was she chasing in her ? “ wouldn't you suppose that us standing here is a beacon itself ? shouldn't we be amongst all that ... madness ? ” manicured brow rose, chin lifting in reference to what she could only see as a death pit of writhing and shoving. “ teach me that. ”

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Won't Handsome end up in danger too? I didn't put him up to this. This is all him. Head Over Heels (견우와 선녀) 2025

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i think i've narrowed down the list a little to muses being added :p

moon baek, nightwing, spider-man (both of these are pretty singular interps as im not wholly familiar w the comics but general vibes and background i alr have knowledge of i just need to decide what route), adding back my originals: sakata ayame (human vessel housing an ancient demon), charlie jackson (rogue hacker working under a branch of secretive government, very fun and very dramatic), w4sp (all women/women-aligned group of hackers revolving around codenames trace, cypher, lovepoet, crowboy, plague, alias + payload) and i think thats it for the time being :)

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being weak to fumi's warmth was hardly a new feeling, but the drunken need for closeness amped itself to the max, in his bed and surrounded by the smell and heat of him. they'd said to themselves upon entering the apartment, bad idea, yet had seiko found it hard to pull away from his door as they'd neared, and they only had themself to blame for where they had ended up. barely following the words spoken to them, a fuzzy but comfortable vagueness to his tone, blinking at him in the darkness and trying to make out his expression, their own brows knitting with the effort.

a sigh when they finally made sense, the two of them so close, that of course they had noticed. close enough to make out the skyline beyond the window in fumi's eyes if they met his gaze, close enough to feel his breaths fanning their face and close enough that the lingering touch of their arm over his waist was nothing, compared to that fraction of space separating their mouths. to be intoxicated now felt evil, evil evil evil. the worst idea had been to complain about fumiya's obliviousness to his friend, making sure she knew things wouldn't, couldn't go any further, already drunk before the date had even started, expecting the night to end with fries shared on the walk home back to their apartment, only for fumi to disappear without saying a thing. the tequila swimming in their system could have made seiko cry, if they thought long enough about the night they'd had. “ apologise again 'n' i'll ... i'll wear my shoes in your bed. i will. really, really. ”

arm draped across his waist, their fingers flexed against the mattress, not daring to touch despite the narrowing distance they'd caused otherwise. but in light of the insult his apology felt like, they flicked his side, lightly scolding. “ never you in the way. if anyone, ” raw honesty, somehow even still knowing that fumi couldn't pick up the cue even if seiko stood with it tattooed on their forehead. voice quieting, tone rough around the edges with sleep and eyes fighting to stay open, so unfair, to have had him so close and not have enough about them to savour it longer. their noses brushed, seiko edging closer if only to drop further onto fumi's pillow, impossibly near and soft sigh echoing in the silence that stretched. “ she was third wheeling, but don't tell her i said that ... ”

“ no ? ” he mumbled, or he was half - sure that he mumbled. that was the thing about haze, that cracked open door between full consciousness and whatever stage of sleep cycle he had been disrupted from. to a degree, fumi couldn't tell if he was already dreaming or not. the denial in him felt it was safer to assume the former, that only the closeness they demonstrated could be achieved in his dreams because the way he was feeling was anything but what he should be feeling. there was a stir within his stomach, something akin to an ache but not quite, as though he could be restless in such a state, and simultaneously at ease. a taste of insatiableness, in the way his limbs gradually rose in temperature at the pure need to cling further, remove all prospects of a distance. emotional mind knew it couldn't be rationalized by anything tangible, logical mind would say it was just to preserve heat — knowing damn well it was not needed, even with the window slightly cracked with no incoming breeze. “ were they weird ? thought they would be your type. ” brows furrowed, nose twitching, muscles flexing under their touch, however simple. he swallowed, thinking nothing of their statement before the gap settled a little too quickly and his body had already began to react even as they continued.

“ i don't like third wheeling. ” he released a grunt, shaking away the image of having to watch them on a date. it wasn't his place, he wouldn't intrude. and he didn't want to see it, even as he put himself in that predicament. what was it, shooting himself in the foot ? “ i didn't know, i thought you wanted an easy way to hang out with them ... just didn't wanna get in the way. ” cheeks were warm as he found himself staring at their lips, at the way their muscles moved when yawning, in the small shadows that formed where the light missed. “ sorry about the busted date, seiko. ” by then, he's closer, too close, a hair's breadth away from feeling the texture of their lips as he spoke. but fumi wasn't sorry, not really. if anything, he was sorry to have wasted their time with another failed attempt of matchmaking.

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so tired of lesbianism being used as a throwaway concept to some people 😵‍💫

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when i talk about my originals im more or less sure im talking to myself and like, a few people that know about them but ive been thinking about altair lately and made some small changes to their story that actually don't impact what other characters will know about her and her life

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Time is short... the moon's fall is nigh.

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cannot stress enough how jarring that second cap is i’m

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ur telling me shes not keeping the honmoon alive in japan? think again

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MOVIES I WATCHED IN 2023 [30/57] ⤿ Belle (竜とそばかすの姫) (2021) dir. Mamoru Hosoda

"After watching you stand up for what you believe in, it was at that moment I knew what to do and that's why I'm going to fight." "You know what? I learned from you too. Because of you, I found strength I didn't know I had. I'm finally free."

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also, hoshina wip//

because I'm a weak person, and I had to draw him for my own sake and mental stability

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2046 (2004) dir. Wong Kar-wai

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main points for this would be:

unlike "graduated hunters" (those who power the honmoon through their voices) the investigators do not/cannot directly power it but work to sustain its barriers through exorcism and likely traditional upkeep i imagine would be in place. ie. the tree --- they can still see the honmoon, their weapons are still primarily drawn and gifted from its power, but they are less powerful

they can see demons/creatures and the souls of others just the same, but in reference to the souls of others they cannot interact with them directly like graduated hunters can.

investigators set out to, you guessed it, investigate strange happenings. ie. when the saja boys appeared and people started disappearing (the people in the bath house, the train car full of people) and other instances of odd behaviour/happenings, they continue to log names and investigate further, follow trails and patterns of activity

the girls also are away on world tours so i would imagine then that investigators are responsible for further upkeep to the barriers and staking out areas of usual high activity

contemplating some kind of supernatural investigator/hunter set in kdh bcs the existence of demon hunters such as huntrix and the past generations begs the existence of like, regular demon/creature hunters who just have "average" means of exorcising/killing/sending them back to hell and someone wouldve seen a traincar emptied and gone THE FUCK?

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contemplating some kind of supernatural investigator/hunter set in kdh bcs the existence of demon hunters such as huntrix and the past generations begs the existence of like, regular demon/creature hunters who just have "average" means of exorcising/killing/sending them back to hell and someone wouldve seen a traincar emptied and gone THE FUCK?