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Ahem, I guessing this account is pretty dead so I will be archiving this account and relocating Amami as well as some other new muses onto a new multimuse blog!

If any on here still wish to commune, please feel free to follow me on the new account! (Currently under construction!) 

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I have returned! Any moots still on here? 👀

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Rantarou roughly exhaled, “You know, I could really do without the backtalk.” 

Really, what was the damn point in this? Attempting to be civil was pretty much futile, they’d always butt heads no matter what the situation was. He just needed to keep his composure long enough to figure out whether the monster attack here left anything behind. Or gave any indication as to where it was going.

“If I was able to do that, I would have done it by now,” He retaliated, “If your end produces anything of value then I’ll leave you to it, and I’ll stick to what I know over here, all right?” He indicated the prints in the sand. He knelt down on one knee to get a more thorough inspection.

He’d hunted before, so analyzing footprints even on awkward terrains wasn’t that hard for him. The beast that had torn through here though; however, obviously wasn’t anything remotely similar to anything in the animal kingdom. At least, not anything that was recorded down in any textbook. He placed his hand next to it, it was around six times its size.

He stood up again, “I’m going to take a look at the bonfire area.” He spoke aloud to Bubble Pop, though he didn’t think she’d really care.

Angie ended up stifling a groan after she heard his words. Now, she never imagined herself hating anyone, she didn’t even hate the rest of her idol unit completely back in her actual normal girl life, even if they weren’t fond of her, but this guy…Survivor Sage, was just pulling her strings at this point. What was the point of calling himself Survivor Sage if she couldn’t survive his horrible personality?

“I’m sorry, sir Sage,” she paused, putting her hands on her hips and squinting her eyes at him. “I don’t think I’m as strong as Moses himself, I can’t just separate the water to form me a path so I could peek inside. Or…maybe do you want me to lift up the water? Because I’m sure with so little practice we still have, not even you could pull off a stunt this big with your silly nature abilities.”

She rubbed her forehead and sighed. She couldn’t believe her head was already hurting, she was sure that was a personal record with him. She was so…tired. “Can’t you just make some plant mask with your tree hugger powers so you could breathe under water while I just…take a walk on the water and look for any clues? Or are you just this helpless in this mission?”

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So as I’m slowly but surely getting back into business, why don’t we fully kick it off with a promo? If you wanna interact with a independent Rantarou Amami from NDRV3, please consider giving this a like or reblog! It really does help out! ^^

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Update 4/17:

Since I’m trying to clean out my inbox stuff, I decided to whip up a list of the remaining threads currently in my drafts (forgive some of the names):

@cxruscxte - mahou thread: the salt level rises, the truth come out: does angie is boyfriend thread, post-visiting his parents thread, angie’s sick thread

@haruumaki -  Ignis meets Survivor Sage thread

@sailock - mahou thread: saihara becomes an ice queen

@trxthfullies - mahou thread: Enigma goes berserk thread, mahou thread: Ouma meets Survivor Sage

@kibouzuru - mahou thread: naegi takes the streets

@righteousgirl - intro thread

And I’m pretty sure I may be forgetting some, but regardless if we have a thread  and you’re still okay with continuing, or if you’d like to start a different thread with me altogether, either like this post or hop into my dm’s so I know! 

I will also be posting a new shipping call soon, so aside from amangie and some other group verse buddies, I’m pretty starting off brand new in terms of relationships with the avocado!

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New Mun faceclaim:

Realized I haven’t done one of these and with plausible updates coming soon, here we are with Harumi from Citrus.

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' a moment of weakness '

‘A moment of weakness’ // Not currently accepting

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly. 

It was the day he had stumbled upon her with a fever when he truly wondered about the girl known as Maki Harukawa.

She had been so inherently stubborn then. It hadn’t shocked him much, considering how cold he’d seen her act towards the rest of the student body. It wasn’t as if he expected to be an exception to the rule, but the way she was so utterly determined not to ask for help even when it was obvious that she was unwell…she reminded him of himself in that regard. Which got him thinking that maybe she was simply the type that was used to caring for themselves.

Rantarou wasn’t sure he should be forcing his way in any kind of friendship with her. Regardless, he felt extremely uncomfortable with the notion of leaving her by herself. Whether being the Survivor Sage had gotten him use to saving people who didn’t ask for it, or it was his big brother instincts taking over, he insisted that he took her to his apartment so he can whip up some healing herbs to reduce her fever.

Somehow he had gotten her to his apartment, maybe she was just too tired to continue resisting him. He could be just as stubborn as she was, he thought. He gently sat her down on his couch, he placed his palm against her forehead. Just as quickly as he touched her skin, he drew his hand back, holy hell!

She didn’t just feel warm, she was burning up. As if she’d been baking herself in a boiler room for god-knows-how-long after getting sunburnt!

He stepped towards his kitchen as she rested on the couch cushions. Honestly, he should just consider taking her to a hospital. He only recently learned about mixing herbs, and he had no idea how to fix a fever that bad through traditional means. However, the only reason he was able to convince her up here in the first place was because he promised not to get any kind of doctor involved. It wasn’t the brightest idea, in hindsight, but he was a man of his word.

Rantarou got his hands on some yarrow from his cupboard. She wasn’t sweating, so her fever was excessive and trapping heat within her body. If his medical knowledge was correct, these herbs should start opening up some pores and releasing the heat so she could cool off. He began mixing the yarrow into a tonic with peppermint, ginger, cayenne pods, and boneset.

He looked over his shoulder, it seemed as if the dark haired girl was sleeping on his couch now. Which was okay, he didn’t want her to suddenly start asking questions on how he knew how to mix herbs and whatnot. The tonic’s ability would only be enhanced by his abilities anyway.

All of a sudden he heard some mumbling from the living room.

“Did you say something, Harukawa-san?” He asked, figuring she was talking to him. But he received no answer. Was she…talking in her sleep? Just as the thought crossed his mind, the mumbling started up again, only this time it was more distressed. Rantarou quickly poured his concoction into a small cup and returned to where he left his dark haired companion.

The girl on his couch suddenly looked more…vulnerable. Her eyebrows were creased, expression curled into one of pain. Her hand was gripping tightly on the pillow underneath her, calling out to some presence that wasn’t there.

“Harukawa-san,” He shook her shoulder attempting to wake her from her dream, gently but urgently, “Harukawa-san, you’re having a nightmare.” Please wake up.

Tired crimson eyes opened peering back at him, and he allowed himself to relax.

“Are you alright?” He questioned before remembering the tonic he’d set aside, “Oh, right. I have this for you. I’m not sure it tastes any good, but it will help reduce your fever.”

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daddy emoji uwu + " so, rantarou : hot or not " kill me

Talk to my muse’s parents! // Accepting

Send “👨🏻+ Question” and my muse’s Father will answer

“You’re joshin’ me, right kid?” He chuckling at the idea, his son, not hot? The very idea was absurd. “Hot, of course. Though he came from the then most eligible bachelor in Japan, so that’s not surprising. Though he’s not nearly the catch I was when I was his age. Kid takes more after his mother.” 

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Talk to my muse’s parents

Send “👩🏻+ Question” and my muse’s Mother will answer

Send “👨🏻+ Question” and my muse’s Father will answer

Send “💑+ Question” and both of my Muse’s parents will answer.

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ROUGH TOUCH!!!!!!!!!!!

(Okay so it turns out I had this confused with the ‘moment of weakness meme’ so both this and the rough touch ask will be switched up! Sorry for the inconvenience! DX)

‘A moment of weakness’ // Not currently accepting

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Rantarou didn’t understand what was wrong with the world. It was one thing to take his sisters, another thing to be giving him these powers he never asked for, and now…

He lost someone precious from him yet again. It festered with him for days, like a ticking time bomb. He tried to be the pillar of support for his friends, but honestly? He was close to snapping.

He guessed this was how he ended up running into a pair schmucks leaving a bar on a evening stroll.

It wasn’t like he wanted to pick a fight, even if that was almost exactly what he was doing right now. This wasn’t something he could really explain out loud, but he needed some kind of outlet for everything that had happened.

He wasn’t an idiot. He’d run into guys like this before. Rantarou could dance circles around them with only words in his ammunition. He knew exactly how to drive this conversation into dangerous territory. It was very shady and wrong, but this needed to happen. He needed someone to punch him right now.

“Wait,” The guy said to his companion, “Wait. Isn’t he the kid that was on the article? The one that was with Angie-sama?”

Rantarou narrowed his eyes, knowing instantly of what they were referring to. It wasn’t that long ago when someone had seen him and Angie together and had taken pictures whilst they were unaware they had even been caught. Angie suspected one her enemies in the industry might have leaked some intel to the media.

Well they certainly cared about him now, didn’t they? Once his dear idol friend was put into the equation. He already had them pretty upset before, but now they were absolutely seething in rage. “Devoted fans”, so they seemed. Rantarou really didn’t want to have to drag Angie’s name in this conversation, but he knew if he only pushed a little bit more while she was the incentive of anger for these guys, he’d be the one flying across the room any second.

This was means to an incredibly shallow end for him. But…what other choice did he have? It was better for him to get wailed on now, instead of him taking his frustrations on anyone else.

I’m sorry, Yonaga-san, he thought.

“C’mon boys,” He turned his attention back to the man in front of him with a lazy smirk on his face, voice drawled in faux confidence, “Let’s be honest with ourselves here. Couple of big guys like you who throw their weight around like pigs on their hind legs? Don’t have so much a snowball’s chance in hell with a girl like her anyway.”

“I mean, don’t you guys have anything better to do than to watch teenage girls sing and dance in short dresses? It’s creepy. Not to mention sad.”

He saw a fist coming toward his face. He ignored every basic survival instinct that told him to dodge it.

He’d gone back to his apartment, nose bleeding profusely and he knew they really messed up his shoulder from the throbbing pain he felt in the muscle. He didn’t even want to look at what they did to his face. He fumbled with his shirt, and tossing it towards a random chair.

Rantarou heard a knock on the door. You have got to be kidding me, what now? He debated going to open it, but instead opted to kick off his shoes, groaning in pain as he sat down on his mattress. Really he just wanted to sleep this off and put an end to a crappy day. Whoever was at his door could come back tomorrow.

The door suddenly slammed open, and Rantarou would have leapt like a flaming demon out for blood if he hadn’t been in so much pain. He instead turned to his side, ready to give whoever opened that damn door a piece of his mind….

Only to find a pair of shocked blue eyes waiting for him there, who gasped aloud in horror when she saw the state he was in.

Yonaga-san…He’d completely forgotten he had given her the spare key to his room.  

This is what you asked for isn’t it? A dark part of his mind hurdled his actions of the evening back in replay mode. You wanted to feel pain, didn’t you?

She came closer. He was frozen as he felt her hands on his face, brushing bright green bangs from his eyes with her fingertips, seeing the full extend of the damage with her own eyes.

“How could you?”

Really, he wanted to ask himself the same question.

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I-I’m crying? Okay but counterpoint? I love @cxruscxte, who was the one thing keeping me going during my hiatus and school garbage. I love her with all my heart and soul! 

just throwin this out here while she’s still here and hasn’t gone off to the void once again , @not-a-suspicious-guy is my favorite person ever , i love everything about her , and you should literally follow ??? thanks for coming to my ted talk

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"Yo, Rou-chan, Angie has something for you!" There was no point in hiding what she had in her hands before even presenting it to Rantarou, because it was almost as big as her. It was an unusual gift, well, as unusual as a body pillow goes in general. And especially a body pillow of herself. Limited and expensive, a hard find! "Hehe, it's almost life sized, so whenever Angie leaves for a tour, you'll totally have some company!" That probably sounded worse than she ever intended, but oh well.

“Is that so?” Rantarou was of course always interested to see what she was up to. Though he wasn’t sure what she had in her arms at first, he couldn’t quite wipe the grin off his face at the comical image of her carrying the body pillow twice her size with her idol image printed on the fabric. He took it from her hands so he could inspect it himself. 

“It looks just like you,” He said with a soft, cheeky smile over at her, “And now I have two life sized Yonagas in my room.” He teased her, giving her a peck on the top of her head…the real one. “Thank you, Yonaga-san, I’ll treasure it.”

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//pops confetti// goldy’s here guys

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Alrighty then! It’s been a long enough hiatus for me with school and fam drama, and I’m not quite sure when I sent that last life update. But I miss my avocado boy, and I’m gonna revive him starting with everything in my inbox even if it’s before Christmas, I am gonna deliver what I promised.

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HOLY HELL, where have I been?

So yeah a lot of you notice I took an unannounced hiatus for the past like month and a half and I feel I should explain. (Life update below because it got kinda long and I’ll be posting reply related updates in a separate post).

So around the time I announced an inbox call for Christmas, I went into a bout of depression. I was seeing a therapist at my health center during college for this, but when the semester ended, I had the month off until my next semester. 

And I’ll spare you guys all the issues I have with my family, basically my friends, siblings, and stepmother are the only good influences in my life. My mother is an eternal pessimist and somehow knows exactly what to say to crush my self esteem, though she herself never realizes it. She’s someone who’s very blunt with her personal values and doesn’t think about how it’ll affect the people around her.

So most of my time away was lack of motivation thanks to that, the other half was a viscous cycle of me feeling guilty for not responding sooner but dealing with writers block at the same time.

Then just before my next semester started, I actually got my first job! I’m workin at my college’s bookstore so that settles some of my anxiety for money related issues along with my financial aid. 

I’m not sure what that means for any upcoming activity since I’m on call for this week and next week. But since classes are still occuring, it’s safe to say I may not be as active as I was last year. Though I definitely want to try getting back in the swing of things this week.

With that being said, I have some replies and inbox related things to take care of, but I want to be absolutely sure that my partners for those still want them. So I’ll be making a seperate posts with the replies I have in my drafts along with the names who liked my inbox call and see if we can come to some kind of agreement. ^^

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hey hey, it’s em again with a new blog! strangely enough i’m here with a talentswap! caregiver maki harukawa, also heavy canon divirgent. please give this post a cheeky like and/or a reblog if you’d be willing to interact!!!

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Family stuff was pretty hectic in the last few hours, so whichever Christmas related asks/inbox gifts/drabbles I don’t get to tonight I shall finish tomorrow morning/this week.

Very sorry to those who’ve been waiting on me for stuff (even not Christmas related things) and thank you for being ridiculously patient with me. ^^