#cirquedeyokai​

[cuteteacakes]

tag 10 people your muse want to get to know better

muse: Jackson Woodridge favorite color(s): Tweed Brown song stuck in their head: Area Codes by Kali (he heard some of his students playing it) last song they listened to: More Than A Feeling by Boston 3 favorite foods: Coffee, Souji's bento, cigarettes anything your muse want right now: A threesome I mean what

tagged by: @akumanoken

Tagging: @fatestouch (Khonsu) @bricxbrac (Abel or Shermen) @moonxsuncelestials (Yun) @akumanoken (Sakura) @cirquedeyokai (Ash) @soullphrase (Rowan or Hideyuki) uhhhhhh I can't think of any more that Jackie hasn't tagged already

[akumanoken]

@cirquedeyokai

Souji had expected the other to follow him, but the way he had been pulled to the wall made him gasp, eyes wide in surprise.  He hadn't even gotten a word out before  Bael started talking, and he tilted his head.  But...Bael?  Dante must not be doing well.  

The keycard was slipped into his hand, and he slipped it in his dress with a small grin.  "I can handle myself, you know... but I'll keep that in mind," he smirked.  Leaning up to press a light kiss in thanks, he walked off  "You should've told me you were going to be here...  if you're not here for a job, I can always be your plus one..."

He could see the door that matched the keycard, but he could hear others in the control room.  But he found an entrance on the higher levels which suited him just fine.  "All this just for a few diamonds..."

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Continued from here | @cirquedeyokai​

                     “A power bottom? Of course we can try that.” With how submissive Ash was, Akihito never thought he would want to try it, but he couldn’t deny him anything as he moaned at the soft kisses and nips moving across his chest as his tails moved to curl around the other’s leg and waist.

[purxhxarted]

**gives omega Sousuke a cute little omega friend in the form of Ash** (cirquedeyokai)

A friend! An omega friend! Just like him!

“Hi! Um, it’s really nice to meet you! I-I’m Sousuke!”

[byakushisakura-rp]

Soji lay under a tree in the garden, a hand under his head as he stared through its branches into the sky. He closed his eyes briefly as he felt the wind blow over him before opening them again. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out here but he could guess it’s been a few hours at least, having watched the sun cross the sky.

He had seen the doctor that morning and while the news was good there was also a dark side to it, one that he wanted to think about before telling the people who had become his family over the last couple years.

He sighed and sat up as the sky grew dark, having started to shiver. He had hoped that the garden would help him to relax as he thought of what to say to his husband but there were just too many thoughts floating around in his head. He crossed his arms over his abdomen and pulled the shawl tight as he made his way back towards the house.

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🌟 🌟 For Anubis x Souji (cirquedeyokai)

Send 🌟 for a headcanon about our muses’ relationship (accepting)@cirquedeyokai

the first time Souji caught Anubis singing, he hadn’t announced himself from his trip to the surface, and so heard his earnest performance.  He waited until he was finished to come in, but couldn’t resist humming the song after their greetings were over as he walked away.

He often spends time in his shirts curled up in a corner watching him.  He has many many drawing of Anubis in his sketch book, enjoying the different expressions he’s capable of.

[patercalidus]

@cirquedeyokai

“Well... This isn’t quite where I expected to end up...” Granted, Peter hadn’t been completely sure where he would end up in the first place. It certainly wasn’t here! Strangely enough, he almost felt like he was intruding. “Do excuse me, I think I’ve managed to get myself rather lost.”

[wandering-gentry-blog]

moonxsuncelestials replied to your post “Horse cock to the mouth is part of a good breakfast”

Ash won't deny this statement despite his blushing face.

“W-why would they...” He wants a a blanket or something...

[myriadxmuses]

Angie is a bunny now? Cue Dantè to smirk at her as he reveals his horns, wings and the wolfish grin he has. "My my, so My Angel is an adorable lil bun bun now?"

She’s just whining. She looks ridiculous... “Sh-shush...”

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[cuteteacakes]

moonxsuncelestials

Ash: I mean, I'm more intel gathering and would rather not fight~ //he has fought before and most are left with burns that never heal.

{🌟} - "Which is exactly why I'm not getting into a fight with Ash! You think I'd attract more business with a badass burn scar on my f-...."

"Hmmmm...."

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The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

Into the Wilderness: Part 6

Our rented SUV was one of the last in the parent caravan. We drove along winding paved roads until we turned off onto dirt pathways, passing white clapboard houses nestled among the hills, weathered with moss, a lone horse, a few sheep hugging dilapidated barns. Then, we turned off those dirt roads onto pitted tracks created by other four wheelers. We navigated slowly up the mountain, wheels edging steep declines. We bumped over rocks, tree branches scraping our doors. We passed an overflowing stream.

Finally, the line slowed and stopped. In what seemed like practiced unison, SUVs turned slightly off the tracks. The forest was damp and thick, the soil emitting steam as the sun warmed it. The Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia are actually a temperate rainforest and that becomes obvious the moment you crack open your car door. The moisture and heat- it was now late August- envelope you.

All around us was green. If our teens were camped in these woods, seeing them through the trees was nearly impossible. Chuck and I got out of our SUV and followed the other parents walking toward an incline about a half mile down the path. A sense of human presence started to emerge. An abandoned steel tent frame gleamed in a clearing- not from our campers; they have strict rules to leave the forest as they find it. In the distance, smoke from a campfire wafted through the green light. We walked toward it.

All around us, teens and parents had begun to re-unite. Rustling undergrowth, excited screams: the teens rushed to meet their parents.

Far down on the path, was a spot of red. As we walked, it formed into a shape, then a figure. It was unloading food supplies from the back of an SUV. The figured stopped and faced our direction.

Squinting, Chuck asked, "Is that Catina?" We couldn't tell. We walked closer. And as we did the figure began to sprint toward us. And then we knew. This was our girl.

We ran. She ran, clouds of dirt rising around her like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. We came together, grabbing hold and squeezing in an enormous hug.

The first thing I noticed was how bad she smelled. And how smelling so bad, she still smelled good. Every mother knows the scent of her child. It's there from the first moment your child is in your arms and you bury your nose in the soft spot where the neck meets the shoulder.

That was the smell I noticed, along with sweat and body odor. Deoderant attracts mosquitos and flies so the teens avoid it.

Next, I noticed her clear eyes. And her dimpled smile. She was happy, not just to see us, but happy. Her body showed it. She had a confidence she had never carried before.

She had firmed up from the hiking and healthy eating. The teens do not eat processed foods and can only have limited amounts of honey as a rare treat. She was covered in bug bites, red welts dotting her arms, ankles and calves. She wore a long-sleeved red windbreaker and splotched khakis, an orange vest with fluorescent tape and a mismatched pair of crocs, one blue, one orange (see our photo in the About page), without socks.

Chuck and I wore "I heart Catina Wipper" T-shirts. In her last letter home, Catina had asked Chuck to adopt her, and we wanted to surprise her with his answer. Just two days before, we had found a small printing shop in Clayton, Georgia that could make our T-shirts in a day. The T-shirt was hidden beneath our buttoned shirts and we opened them in a big "ta da."

We were together again. After eight long weeks of separation.

We walked to the clearing where they had set up camp. In the center was a big tarp with a campfire. The teens learn how to start a fire using self-made bow drills. Designated campers tend the fire to keep it continually burning. No fire means eating peanut butter in big spoonfuls from the jar or handfuls of GORP.

Each teen was assigned a pack of necessities weighing about 40 pounds: sleeping bag, school and therapy notebooks, water bottles, food supplies, bowl and spoon, a change of clothes, bags for collecting waste, a toothbrush. The packs were piled in a mound about 20 feet from the center tarp. A constructed bathing area and latrine were at opposite ends of the camp, both lined with tarps for privacy. Above the camp, on a ridge, the teens had set up their tents. Each day, they choose a favorite spot for sleeping. This one had a view of nearby mountains, blue and hazy in the distance like a smudged charcoal drawing.

The teens had settled down with their parents, excited to tell them about living in the wilderness. They were all so proud. They had lived outside for weeks tending to their own needs. While different issues had brought them together, the underlying issue was often the same: anxiety, depression, low self-esteem. But now they had discovered they could thrive- through storms, heat waves, bug bites, pesky critters, slips and falls.

Catina took our hands and led us up a hill above the camp to a rocky nook shaded by trees. Chuck and I unfolded our chairs, portable, legless contraptions that suspend a body in a reclining position. These "chairs" are provided only to teens who have reached a certain level in their progress- an incentive to work hard. Visiting parents are warned not to give our chairs away, or to let our kids sit in them.

We checked in. How were we each feeling? Excited, happy, complete. Catina told us about her days- what time they rise, packing up, unpacking, hiking off trails, setting up camp, cooking meals, cleaning up. She had never camped a single day in her life before wilderness, and now she loved being in the deep woods, sitting quietly with a book or journal, or staring endlessly at the beauty of it all.

We talked about a lot of things. Her letters. Her inventories. Her memories. Her new-found love of reading. Her regret. Our regret. An awful, violent incident she had hidden from us and blamed herself for because it had happened at a party she shouldn't have been at. What had led her here, to this place, this moment.

When we returned to the camp, dinner prep was underway, a counselor watching as they cubed raw chicken and cut up vegetables, sauteed in a big skillet over the open flame. They made pasta with chicken and vegetables, simple and good. Catina added sriracha, gobbled it down and wiped her bowl clean with leaves from the ground. When I couldn't finish my serving, she was happy to eat more.

Joy. I had never seen her so in her body, so present to herself. She was just Catina. The Catina that is Catina. Not the Catina that anyone else wanted her to be.

As the sun began to set, we hiked up the hill to the ridge where they had lined their tents. I captured a fallen branch as a walking stick to help heave myself up the mountain and across the uneven terrain.

Catina had chosen to place her tent last, at the far end of the ridge. She tied it between trees, a sharp inverted V high off the ground so she could see the sky and feel the night wind. We crawled underneath, removed our hiking boots and handed them to the counselors. We loosened our clothes and laid on top of our sleeping bags, arms and legs interlinked, staring at the moon through the branches. We repeatedly whispered, "I love you." There was not much more to say.

We lay on this ridge of mountain. The ridge seemed endless, stretching across the Appalachian shelf. It had risen millions of years ago, rock crashing together, thrusting upward, a massive tectonic shift continuing to reshape the landscape even today. And here we were now, on this ridge, together. We too had collided, fault lines rippling through our lives. We had forged new selves out of this, our own seismic event. Here on this ancient ridge, we knew we had come far.

Source: The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

[akumanoken]

Excuse Ash's shit eating grin as he looks at his twin. "Told ya. You owe me one third of next week's paycheck and my favorite drink from the cafe for a whole week." Dantè grumbled as he shot his twin a look, one that spoke of his annoyance. "Congratulations you two." (you know who xD)

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Souji giggled, leaning on Ayato to support him.  “You guys didn’t!!”

“Making bets on us... honestly....”  He grinned and nodded at the other’s congratulations while Souji went to hug Ash.   “Thank you, Dante...”  He just looked on amused at Souji showing Ash the ring.  

[awkwardxmon]

@cirquedeyokai

“Are you alright? It’s just, you’ve drank quite a bit and...” Nate trails off and his gaze flickers over the empty glasses in front of Bael, before he’s glancing back up at the other male again. ���Will you be able to get home on your own? I’d be happy to help, if you’d like me to.”

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                He was so unfocused, he didn’t even notice Ash come in until his arms were wrapped around him, hot tears against his back. He couldn’t react right away though, his brain in a fog before resting his hands on the arms around his waist.

                “Ash? Why are you here?” He hadn’t expected him to come inside while the kittens were still playing, normally staying out until most if not all of them were tired and ready for baths and naps. Though he supposed it didn’t matter as a single tear rolled from dimmed eyes.

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“Thank you for Contacting the Manager of Umetaro Saidani, what can I do to help you today?”

Harry said with a calm voice over the phone. His business phone so he knew it was for him or Umetaro.

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A tired yawn broke the vampire in two as he walked down the street,his hood off as he was in a non-human friendly city. Red eyes were obviously tired,as he had been awake for more than 29 hours. He was looking for a place to rest - ready to sleep on a bench if he had to. However the male wasn’t really paying attention,and accidentally rammed into a man,nearly falling on the ground as he did so.

“Ackh...So..Sorry..I wasn’t paying attention..”

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!! Oh is that Cor Monstra?? He hadn’t gotten a chance to meet them up close, but he had been following their social media.  They were really talented... Souji ended up staring at them while they practiced, he hoped they didn’t mind...