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that’s beloved!

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lune ? welcome back caitlyn kiramman

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me when i don’t play any games but still vibing because everyone else is

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how to feels to talk about women and lesbians on every platform

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management liked moon better when she was naive and wide - eyed, an impressionable girl full of dreams. she was easier to manipulate with false promises of heroism, with a freedom she couldn't afford beforehand. they'd ironed out what they considered her flaws and just as she thought it would end, she would have to play a role even in the privacy of her newfound prison home. the public liked her enough to keep her around, but she'd given up. whatever act of rebellion had been watered down to this persona of being a quirky ( gag ), silly girl. her careless honesty nothing to think twice about. a harmless beauty, something for the audiences to relate to, and not enough to feel envy for to wish ill upon her. a pretty little thing to live vicariously through, she could see it even through the make - up artists and the photography team's assistants. they wanted it so bad that it fueled the points they wore on the wrists. and moon despised it. “ i'm very mature, you know. ” slight pout, head tilting to the side. she didn't make it easy on him. “ i convinced miss j to let me go on a much needed spa trip. of course — she only allowed it if you came along with. ” the back of her neck was hot from the heat of the lights, and the clamoring of staff in such a small space only exacerbated the rising claustrophobia. there was a brief pause as she took a step closer to him, gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips, curve of her own twitching with mischievousness. “ i know what's missing. ” on her toes now, painted petals pressed to his cheek.

  ▍ ️♯ RE: . . . MOON ⤻ @avichor. ❪ . . . ❫ “ 'CAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU, THAT'S WHY. ”

the corners of his mouth twitched with the strain of his hundredth smile, neck stiff from inclining his head to diminish the space between them. the touch to her waist featherlight ... the ghost of a thing, though his fingers flexing nonetheless. camera flash momentarily blinding, then the photographer called for the scene to reset, bodies moving within their space and crowding, offering touch - ups as the heat of the lamps faded. a moment of respite wherein without the weight of watchful eyes falling upon their shoulders, his hand retreated, moon's form turning further away from him fast enough to draw a quiet huff from his chest. “ why won't you let them get the shot ? ” lips stuck in that same flawless smile but tone darkened in a way only she would ever be able to decipher, spine straight despite the ache at the base of it, dull and ever - present. the lilt of her voice returning, freedom of her tone enviable: 'cause i don't like you. the subtle roll of serene blues, barely noticeable wrinkle of his nose. maybe her new, preferred method of torture, keeping him here under endless scrutiny, reset back to a position he perfected hours ago, that she refused. an alarm on the other side of the room marked the arrival of their fourth hour, stuck in an endless loop until the perfect shot could be obtained. “ very mature. what will it take this time ? ”

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moon tbhx u are the people's princess

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hey girlfriend fuck i mean girlfriend fuck sorry i mean girlfriend. i mean girl who wants nothing to do w me but is contractually obligated to pretend to be in love with me. hey

i have a gun

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it felt wrong. something cursed and so laughable as this — confined in a prison with the person she despised most. no, scratch ! a complete stranger wearing the face of the person whose very existence tethered her own, as though made just for him — carved from the rib, some joke of blasphemy to be made here. innermost urges drove her primary instincts, her muscles flexed with the heat of restlessness nights, of scorned mornings, only to be met with softer eyes that cruelly reminded her that she would do no better than project her rage towards another puppet, akin to herself. the strings wound and pulled in all directions. she ignored the beads of sweat perspiring along her hairline, picking herself up from the ground stretch her arms. “ not in the traditional sense, no. we were put together and then choreographed for publicity but it was superficial. ” the public displays of defense, him coming to her rescue, her pathetic little dance as his accessory. “ something pretty to watch but nothing more. ” now rolling her neck, she let her eyes shut. flashes of her own initial training when recruited, this belief that she could be so important, so useful. the hero she'd read stories about and seen on the screens. what an absolute scam, a system of exploitation. she would rather be nobody and powerless than to be his.

“ we wouldn't want that, would we ? ” near monotonous. she'd wish nice could be humiliated, seen as the fool she knew he could be. something to pierce at that shell of his, that image of his the company had so tediously painted. if she stopped holding onto the spite that'd festered, she might allow herself to feel the grief creeping up on her, a specter hiding in the crevices of her heart and mind. eyes opened once again, attention settling on him. it was impeccable work what they'd done to him, a near - perfect replica. tired sigh emitted past parted lips, a lazy gesture opening another portal behind him, where she effortlessly rolled through and swept at his legs with the intents to catch him off guard and send him to the floor. “ just to be clear, though — ” she peered over, tucking flyaways back. “ i have no intent of going back. i'm not bending to her will. we'll stay here forever if we have to. ” she really hoped it wouldn't be the case. they were at a stalemate, had been for too long.

  ▍ FEATURING . . . MOON ⤻ @avichor. ❪ . . . ❫ “ I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM, I'M JUST BLOWING OFF SOME STEAM. ”

beneath her form, the cage of her thighs on his torso, he stilled. sky blues, limitless in hue and fixed to her dishevelment, from the feel alone of her heaved breaths above him he knew that his hair remained in its earlier elegance, one of nice's — one of his own perfect superhuman charms, the ultimate state of magnificence ... never a hair out of place, never a spec of dirt or any untidiness to be found lest it ruin the façade. moon, his ultimate opposite, here in the confines of their shared apartment, though a complete homage to nice and his image. wild - eyed, sweat on her brow and pink - tinged cheeks, so impossibly human despite the weight of trust upon her shoulders and the image upkept to the world beyond their rooms, forced to coinhabit without release until their surrender became agreeable. she'd thrown the first punch, gracefully dodged with feet no longer touching the floor, and he'd asked ... “ eh ?! what's the problem now !? ” only to be caught off guard by her lack of answer, pulled down by his ankle through a purple - edged portal and her weight settling above him, comfortable in a way that almost made him feel guilty.

at her response, before she could see the unforgiving heat that settled in his cheeks, he rolled from beneath her, picked himself up and out of habit that didn't belong, dusted himself down with a confused, downward pull of his lips. a question, resting. raising a finger, it pointed back and forth between the pair, his shoulder coming to lean against the gaudy statue they'd chased each other around just moments before. performance of nonchalance shattered when a jagged edge dug into his shoulder wrong and made him shift uncomfortably. “ you and nice ... you and me, we never did that ? trained together ? ” stupid question, from the lack of surety in her movements against him and the confused ? that seemed to hang above his head, tipped. and in the confines of his own private thoughts lin ling slapped himself for it. from what he thought he knew, the hero the citizens idolised was trapped in a performance of ultimate perfection, the thoughts that chose to invade his mind ... nice and the weight of his his routines he deemed nobody else could follow, despite the company, always alone in his own immaculate bubble, disturbance an ugly thing. never willing to teach, if the first lesson could not be an immaculate imitation of himself. not out of wilful malice, the heart of a beloved hero too kind for it, but necessity. “ we can go again. miss j says i could use the practice, so i don't make a fool out of nice on the stage. ”

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um anyways.

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i need her biblically

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vampire eyes are nothing particularly new but god am i obsessed with how they were portrayed in sinners

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added a new activity notice to my pinned tags for easy access bc i have new mutuals and i don’t want new (and older) mutuals to think that i am uninterested (-:

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the chill of dusk was nothing against bare skin, near - sheer fabric rolled up at the elbows. hardly anything professional in the grand scheme of it all but it would be much less professional to walk around with oversized sleeves stained with sauce. crescents formed into the palm of her hands, shoulder blades shifting every so often from the pressure of the stone wall behind her, something to pass the time as she resisted the urge to play into her impulses. as though the years did nothing to sever the tie she once threaded between them, that wretched string more formidable than they had been. than she had been. the faux - warmth of the sun had long disappeared as blue - scales filled the skies and the clouds darkened into a colorless grey. fitting. spider - like lashes fluttered over the pale of her cheeks as she blinked, almost too mechanically, too much thought put into the rhythmics. they'd said what they said and to what end ? weapons drawn in the form of words and sharpened glares, just to cower away in the face of it. her body held no resistance as the force of mizaru's movements brought her to her level. not that she would have fought against it, muscle - memory still heavily attuned to her. “ you didn't have to. ” octaves low, as though she'd hardly warmed up her throat enough to speak. really, she shouldn't be talking at all.

whatever sensation of fire burning or electricity buzzing from the contact of mizaru's fists over her skin, just shielded from the thin fabric, but enough to give her a taste and tempt her to crawl back like an addict — it taunted. fingers itched as she watched the spark hesitate to light, instinct from when she'd do it for her. “ i could request that someone else play middle man. removes the risk of me being around too many people. you know how they are. ” her words, now velvety to a degree of suffocation, unnatural in cadence. slender digits reached for the cigarette, purposeful in the rather skillful maneuver to avoid any skin contact, snugged between digits and brought to her lips. ushi didn't smoke. hardly knew how to but it was no different than breathing in her ghosts. keeping them in depths of her lungs. she spoke again, smoke still held captive, aching to rise from her throat, “ too much work, though. ” and she was greedy. she finally exhaled, sliding down the wall more so that her legs were spread wider, situated comfortably to settle. almost an invitation, but one unextended. “ it's a big one, isn't it ? on track for your goals, hm ? can't have anythin' goin' wrong. ”

  ▍ FEATURING . . . BEI, USHI ⤻ @avichor. ❪ . . . ❫ “ NO MORE SPECIAL TREATMENT FOR YOU ... ”

cigarette smoke dancing in the space between them, the only tangible connection binding them together in tense silence. mizaru, slouched so far into one chair that her feet could reach the other, the only other available seat on the smoker's balcony, forcing ushi to stand against the wall. to her own defence, she hadn't needed to follow her outside. cigarette once again raised to coated lips, their centre paler and waiting to be reapplied from previously overfilled glasses, her bored gaze flickering around the space, feigning interest in anything ... everything but her, before they once again settled on her form out of need, the lack of anything else even half as intriguing. though just her face, to be exact, for if mizaru let it wander any further, she could just give up the act of resistance altogether. pointer and middle finger pointing ash in ushi's direction, tone then cut and dry. “ working together ... ” an exhale of smoke, tongue poking her cheek in thought. searching for the words. “ —mhm. ” coming up short, lips pursed and eyes narrowed with a sigh caught in her lungs.

then, “ just like old times, right ? ” a walking cliché of snark, the last of her cigarette pushed into the glass tray on the table. her words a mistake ... now that you've said it, no more special treatment for you. tone as warm and inviting as memory begrudgingly served, the sharp smile on her face begging to be wiped off ... one way or the other. ice seemingly broken, walking with the intent to pass her and make her way back into the venue, mizaru instead held a hand to stop her. fingertips clasping the seam of her shirt and tugging, then climbing higher, grasping the collar of it to force ushi to her height. gentle, despite it all. “ for the record, i never asked for it. ” treatment of any kind, special or nostalgic between the two. for ushi to be in front of her, to inevitably have her walk away yet again. fingers released her collar, instead looking for another cigarette and lighter flickering once, twice, three times before the spark met flame. “ so i won't be losing out. ”

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“ 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. ”

  ▍ FEATURING . . . KIRAMMAN, CAITLYN ⤻ @avichor. ❪ . . . ❫ “ WHY ARE THEY YELLING ? ARE THEY ANGRY 'CAUSE THEY'RE BAD MUSICIANS ? ”

blood spilled in zaun's pits as easily as wine poured topside. entertainment found in the sale of fists bandaged and teeth knocked to the ground, the crowds and their torn betting papers in hand drowning out the crew on the stage in the rooms adjacent. bodies packed together tightly, alcohol - sticky floors making their steps kick as they found room to blend in the darkest corners. whether caitlyn wanted it or not, whether she needed it, vi found herself casting warning glances to the eyes fixated on the stranger amidst their patronage ... sticking out despite vi's form offering shadow and shelter, shoulder braced against the wall as though shielding her from the multicoloured lights dancing across the floors and illuminating faces. it would only take one wrong glance, one misguided touch from any in the room, and hell could break loose if they lost their focus.

the tune she'd heard before, whistled in the cages of the stillwater hold. two years of the same rehearsed lines now so perfectly enveloped in harsh strokes of bass, electricity strummed through the strings of the guitar hypnotising the crowd and twirling around effortless vocals. body just barely swaying with the lull of it all, she spared herself the guard - dog routine in favour of watching caitlyn a moment, grinning to herself when she caught sight of her pinched brow, arms folded over her rigid form. caught red - handed when she met her gaze, then leaning to speak in her ear, normal tone just barely a whisper over the noise. head ducking, vi's laugh only visible in the shaking of her shoulders, before leaning to answer with a hand cupped to caitlyn's ear. “ what, you're telling me this isn't your thing ? no waaay, i'm shocked. the orchestra they bring out on tuesdays, you juuust missed it. ” pulling back to fix her with an inquisitive raise of a pierced brow, lips pursed as though trying not to laugh again. then just barely to the shell of ear again, free arm crossing the space in front of caitlyn's torso to rest against the barrier, caging them together with a passive raise of her shoulder. “ everyone's angry down here, but as it goes ... these guys are actually pretty good when you can understand what they're saying. need me to translate ? ”

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during lesbian visibility week?????

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do you rp by any chance

i do 1x1 on discord :p i welcome all types of ships haha. ocs and canons are welcome and we can switch roles too

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lesbians ☝🏼🙂‍↕️