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[fleetingpetal]

this is your gentle reminder that it's okay to take time for yourself. to forsake interactions for the short while you have between you and you alone, to stray away from a place that doesn't give you as much enjoyment or allow joy to seep into your being for as long as you deem sufficient enough until you feel at ease again. it's more than okay to experience a bad day, and it is no different for residing within perpetual rain clouds. always, and i mean always, put yourself first above all else.

take a moment to have a sweet treat, a moment to have a beverage of your fancy, and most of all; a moment to breathe. be it on a walk, within the comforts of your room, wherever it may be. you matter as much as the affairs or people you put before you. you deserve to be happy and safe, too.

[fleetingpetal]

ayame your theme and tags and everything are SO pretty and aesthetic. you really embody the angel theme with everything you do oh my goodness

that image of my melody should sum up precisely how i feel www

my emotional self aside—i could muse about how pretty your own themes are for days on end, and don't see myself able to quit musing about it by then either.

[fleetingpetal]

i have less likes than you have drafts and i've been here for YEARS. ayame, darling. <3

i have an inkling as to who you may be .. i am perceiving you 👁️ huhu, all jokes aside—i always forget i have that many drafts .. it doesn't help that my likes are less than them as well ;; as soon as an idea or a vague concept sprouts in the back of my mind, i immediately scurry to write it down. even on the off chance that i don't forget about the concept www

[fleetingpetal]

HELLO MIJI ITS BEEN SO LONGGG ARE YOU DOING GOOD?

aaa nene !! bubs !! ୧⁠(⁠＾＾⁠)⁠୨

greetings and welcome back (^^♪ i hope you have been faring well and have been taking good care of yourself 🫂 it's been a while, alright .. i've been busy with loads of passion projects and personal affairs, but they haven't been deterring my present state of mind; which is good as we speak 🍵 (⁠◡⁠ ◡ ⁠) it's such a delight to see you again !! may the remainder of today and the many days ahead treat you kindly than ever before. ᡣ𐭩

[fleetingpetal]

greetings~ it's been a little while. i am here for a response to one inquiry—which title is befitting of a future blog series of mine?

[fleetingpetal]

The aesthetics. boom. That's it. How can someone be so creative, do tell me?? And that Moze drabble, oh...

noonie? pardon me? i need a moment for this www

i am beyond grateful for your time and presence, first and foremost 🙇🏻‍♀️ secondly; i am not sure where to begin with my response to such words .. on one hand, i have so much to say that can be toned down to a mere ‘thank you.’ but on the other—i am the embodiment of the columbina emote attached to this response. i'm simply too endeared to even formulate my words properly (T T )

ask game — tell me why you follow me on anon.

[fleetingpetal]

kuronushi is black coffee and a lotus cake on an early afternoon, me thinks. no, it's not because i am having some at the moment. ( i am treating myself to some at the moment )

[fleetingpetal]

ㅤ❝ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐎𝐐𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⨾ cradled in warm wools and the tenderness of moonlit love.

✶ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤ0.4k words ／ gender neutral. ／ established relationship and a lot of needless musing to familiarize myself with my prose again.

the dove's note 𓏵𓏵 something new for once. this was endearing to write about, and i hope my fellow moze lovers of all kind get to enjoy this piece as i did writing it throughout a hefty few days. ( p.s. eve's post inspired me to publish it ᡣ𐭩 )

the moon is afar away witness to the radiance of the sun, without the brightest star there is; the full moon is nothing but a new one. present, yet unperceived and devoid. the cold shadows are but a cascading feather that dared not dream, the chill breeze its song and cloudy midnight its home; yet its unreciprocated gaze had a habit of shining upon the greeting of a wayfaring light. a light that cradled its essence in warm wools.

if that shedded crow had dared to dream for anything; it would be that flickering yet lingering light.

such a dream came to be when moze first picked up the courage to lace his calloused fingers with yours, a fleeting, ethereal touch that sung hesitance against the palm of your hand. a garden of withered lavenders casting its shadow upon a pair of lilies that continued to gleam with reassurance. ‘what renders you to hesitate?’ is the inquiry he could slip out from your eyes, to which his touch begun to falter only to be brought back stronger, gentler still, enough for that warm light he saw that one fateful midnight to return.

that sprout forth a habit of the shadow of the yaoqing; to mindlessly seek your hand, drinking in the soft reciprocation, the distinct difference between those entwined little hearts, and that warm cradle of your palm gently squeezing his own. a little nest that held a dove, and sheathed beneath the feathers; a resting crow. though cold and firm, you found yourself to be the one being cradled, shielded, beneath those ruffled feathers.

not when overtime, moze's gaze had a habit of their own emerge like a sapling; lingering. on what? why, the aforementioned differences of your entwined hands, of course. as the finality of a drowsy sigh slipped past his lips, hooded eyes greeted with your palm softly resting against his own, and that small smile of accomplishment adorning your face—he could reciprocate, but instead chose to embrace every sensation that bloomed within his ribcage, and the one who planted the seeds. the pad of his thumb chastely caressed your own, fingers eventually entwining and attaching themselves like thorns to a rose, gently as they did so.

your shared blanket had no purpose in providing the warmth that rippled within, your eyes trailing upwards to his attentive gaze tracing every contour, taking the familiarity of a tender touch, and the reminder of one peculiar promise. “morning, love.” your voice, a tad drowsy, “did you rest well?” and that same old inquiry. with a subtle hum, moze lightly squeezed your delicate hand in affirmation.

❀ᮬᦾ scribed by fleetingpetal :: do not repost, copy, plagiarize or translate to any other platform. any form of support is appreciated ᡣ𐭩

[fleetingpetal]

greetings and good timezone, everyone (ˊ ˘ ˋ˶) it's officially the delightful hush of june, therefore summer break and my favorite time of the year; pride month. i would love to wish you all a kind and caring month ahead—full of love and unapologetic pondering over tea as the summer sunlight adorns your lovely smiles.

those academically acquainted or otherwise; make the most of summer break !! you did beyond amazingly, and your break is well earned. don't beat yourself up over any trials and tribulations faced along the way, for there is always a second chance. it's all about learning from honest mistakes first and foremost. 🫂

today, in honor of pride month, i am baking a cake (^^♪ i've yet to decide on what, but i'm thinking of my usual go-to to celebrate. i have matcha in mind as well, but i'm already keen on black tea as my beverage to accompany the dessert. i'll have to see until then, for the time being; i wish you all a safe journey ahead, the remainder of this year to maintain a kind demeanor, and the best with any and all of your affairs. 🫀

[fleetingpetal]

holy shit bro. the angel of all angels is asking me why i follow an angel? i'm rather new to your blog, but it's so cozy here, ayame~!

noonie .. oh my goodness; your words :( it relieves me to hear that my blog is cozy, and the manner in which you perceive me made me smile beyond measure. i hope you enjoy your stay here for the many days to come (^^♪ and once again—i am quite grateful for you. loads of love from yours truly ~

ask game — tell me why you follow me on anon.

[fleetingpetal]

tell me why u follow me on anon

i am so baffled why y'all follow my shit blog. explain please.

[fleetingpetal]

two hundred followers is a number i recall hoping to achieve in the past. it isn't anything grand, but goodness; i am beyond grateful for all your support.

to be honest, and i hope you excuse the brief display of vulnerability, but i didn't believe i deserve this. i dare not think of that notion, and it led me to neglect keeping up with my blog for a long while then, and you all in the process. writing is a near and dear passion of mine that encouraged me to start this for fun, and i aspire to continue with the hope of inspiring others as well.

it feels unfathomable .. but it doesn't make it any less true. my gratitude goes to all of you, regardless if you're here for my pieces or not—i am eternally thankful for your presence. i promise to keep doing my best, and to indulge in more of my aspirations to come to fruition in the future (^^♪ wanderer centric or otherwise.

— with love, ayame. 🫀

[fleetingpetal]

i mean this quite kindly, but a handful truly don't deserve the privilege to send something anonymously. especially when the something in question is but an embarrassing attempt at trying to poke fun at me.

you have absolutely no, and i mean not a shred, of entitlement towards any creative creator on this site. from artists, writers, or both; their time and aspirations for what to publish next are on the palm of their hand. not yours. if they desire a week or even a month of inactivity for inspiration or otherwise—let them be. they have that right all to them.

i was hoping to not resort to this, as i value and greatly appreciate how positive and safe my little corner of the internet is for me and the friends i have here. but i fear it's becoming increasingly saddening watching even other mutuals of mine receive this unprecedented and, quite frankly, unwarranted treatment. goodness forbid the people behind the screen have a life to tend to, or muse to their hearts content on their own blogs about whatever they fancy.

a writer's blog isn't a library, and an artist's blog isn't a gallery. let them be.

to my mutuals who have been receiving either a handful or a wave of harassment as i have been receiving lately; don't listen to a single word that glide across their keyboards. you are so loved, you are so wonderful and i would be heartbroken to not see other pieces of what makes you the wonderful you i know were it not for your miscellaneous posts or otherwise. keep being you, keep doing what you love, because aside from those little bees that sting—there are others who are willing to gently rest on your shoulder and bid you well.

[fleetingpetal]

𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 ⨾⨾ tea parties hosted by the weeping actors.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 — whatever nonsense you're about to spew; keep it to yourself. that is the most i can say under their request. so, maintain a pretty smile and keep your eyes upwards, won't you?

๋ ࣭  ˖⠀【 ⠀ 𝐂𝐎–𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐘. ⠀ 】 ⤷ “you would spare me further trouble by not overthinking the destination.”

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๋ ࣭  ˖⠀【 ⠀ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐃 : 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐇. ⠀ 】 ⤷ “beneath the veil of your inquiries; i'll tend to your riddles.”

tenderness of moonlit love — approaching descriptivism. ( june 6th. )

❀ᮬᦾ not the readings you're seeking? how about i ask the poet to guide you to the bookshelf? he will fetch whatever you desire in the blink of an eye.

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𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 ⨾⨾ rules and regulations, etiquette, and writing format.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 — they ensure for such rules to not be too strict, but for you to be mindful either way. should you behave otherwise; they'll see you out themselves. so read through this letter with keen eyes.

ㅤ ͟ ͟ ͟ 𖥟 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

𝄢 basic do not interact criteria is followed here. added onto it; ageless and blank blogs, as well as minors below the age of 16. said minors owning a nsfw blog or openly interact with nsfw pieces aren't welcome and will be blocked.

𝄢 disrespect towards my followers or mutuals is strictly prohibited. any kind of discrimination or initiation of inappropriate topics towards them and myself as well will result in an immediate block. no hard feelings.

𝄢 i do not have a meticulously put together list. simply be mindful of your behavior, be respectful and as kind as the other side has been towards you, then you're more than welcome to stay. i should mention that my follow–back is incredibly selective, as i do go out of my way to examine the blog.

ㅤ ͟ ͟ ͟ 𖥟 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 !

𝄢 interactions are always open via comments, reblogs and inbox alike (^^♪ i love catching up with most of you whenever i get the chance, mutual or otherwise. such is no different for my readers who wish to riddle something on their mind regarding a piece of mine. i'm more than delighted to indulge you.

𝄢 i welcome self–shippers of all kind to my space, and i openly encourage it. with the exception of anything problematic.

𝄢 submissions will only be open on narrative reading events. this is a series on my blog in which i break down the source of inspiration, and share the writing process as well. apart from that particular event, it's for anyone who's willing to share their thoughts and interpretations regarding my piece with me.

ㅤ ͟ ͟ ͟ 𖥟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

𝄢 i publish a piece once to three times in the span of a month to two months depending on my time and how lengthy the piece is. drabbles are more common, as they're there as a form of musing than anything else.

𝄢 my pieces are always in a narrative format, therefore; a lot of one–shots are inhabiting my masterlist. ranging from a minimum of four thousand words to a maximum of sixteen thousand. of course, additional warnings will be listed at the very top of each piece published at that time.

𝄢 lastly—although i am friendly towards any form of writing; smut and nsfw are ones i won't indulge in as they make me uncomfortable. a select few pieces are suggestive at best, and it is left at that. i am friendly towards dark content however, and i'm more comfortable divulging in those. ( horror as a big example )

❀ᮬᦾ thank you for your time and attentiveness. you may proceed to the teahouse's gathering table. (ˊ ˘ ˋ˶)

[fleetingpetal]

arranging a very ambitious cover tonight to help keep me up a bit. i haven't cradled my violin today.

[fleetingpetal]

arranging a very ambitious cover tonight to help keep me up a bit. i haven't cradled my violin today.