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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

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Hide nodded, "I know how that is... i left my old life behind for that reason. Perhaps you should consider that option..." he sighed slipping in despite his exhaustion. "If you're interested in a cat I may have one that would work well in the future of course you'd have to fill out paperwork or you can visit me and get your cat fix at my own home." he added understanding his lifestyle may not support a cat.

the once prophet opens his door a little wider. "come," he says, a crook of his fingers to motion the other inside. "i've always liked cats. they see more than you may realise," he speaks of ghosts, of demons, things within that nature.

anghel hums in response, lets a pause hang in the air. "no, i've never been one for parties. i prefer solitude. i prefer art. but i have duties, and so parties must be thrown. i don't think i even know any of these people." he sighs. "i'm anghel popescu."

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The kirin looked up, "Kittens. Newborns. I run a cat rescue... I dont usually partake in parties, but..." He glanced at his phone seeing the alarm set to go off in an hour. Not enough time for sleep... "I suppose I can indulge this once." he admitted, tucking his phone away, "My name is Hideaki." he said brushing his messy hair away from his face. "You don't sound particularly pleased to be having a party though."

a few hundred years ago, the group had been chased out of romania. rumors had spread that vampires lived within the grand mansion in the carpathian mountains. of course, they weren't completely wrong. the group consisted of monsters. of humans that fed upon unwitting guests, that sacrificed to old gods, to demons. anghel had been human once - but that had been long before the exodus from romania.

now, the artist - sole survivor of the original cult - opened the door to his new home. a party rages behind him. parties were customary, no matter how tiring they may be. ( he had once been a prophet and now? now, he was tied to an ancient demon that kept him alive through eternity. )

"kittens?" he murmurs, a slight smile on his face. "oh, i'm sorry. the party will be over soon." though it's clear on his face that he wishes it had never began. "call it a house warming," he adds. "i'll tell my guests to get a little quieter. though you're more than welcome to join."

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If anything got on his nerves more than his cats demanding food after a time change- it was the fact he had new neighbors. People that didn't know or respect him yet. The kirin sighed as they blasted music next door, throwing yet another party it seemed. He groaned and got up, throwing on a loose fitting t shirt as he walked over next door, blinking in exhaustion.

He knocked on the door until someone answered. He didn't even check who answered-

"Listen. Please turn down the music... I have been up every two or three hours to feed kittens I got three days ago- I just really need it to be a little quieter so I can sleep. Please. I don't ask for much but please- please turn it down." he begged rubbing his face as he sighed in exhaustion.

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"I'm sure for most it can be. But it's not something for me." Hide murmured softly, not looking away from the small grave before him. "It's something forever out of my reach... but you seem to have intimate knowledge of it.... don't you?" he asked finally looking over with damp eyes but a gentle smile.

|| OPEN ||

"Death can be a sublime experience."

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It was a rather uneventful few days after the adoption fair he had held. He had no more kittens and the mansion was quiet for once. He had finished cleaning up some of the litter boxes for the kitten space and turned them over until he got new kittens in and had realized how low some of the needed supplies had gotten.

Heading to the store, he picked up kitten formula, new bottles, syringes, and pads. Everything had run so low. He was cursing at himself now, pushing a cart full of necessities as he was looking for some new kitten toys to have prepared. Oh, the joys of running a sanctuary- not that he would change it for the world.

He sighed, deciding to pick up litter as well, several cases considering how fast all ten senior cats went through it alone, when he backed up bumping into someone. "Shit- sorry. I apologize. I should have been paying attention."

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Hide smiled, looking up at the man who spoke. "Oh? That one's always been a little bit of a daredevil and a sweetheart. Absolutely loves adventure. Her favorite thing to do is actually go on walks. She's leash trained and fully vaccinated and has had heartworm treatments. If you're active, she's definitely the right fit for you-" he prattled before smiling, lip piercings gleaming softly, before answering. "I do. I run all of this mostly on my own. I've found it to be my life's calling to help these little creatures find homes or offer my own to give them peace in their final years in this life, like Raja here. Raja has been with me for over twenty years. I got him as a day old kitten and he just... refused to leave. If I could I would help him live to a hundred years old- that way he could be with me forever." he explained simply.

He moved and unlocked the playpen's lid and pulled out the calico, putting the little one in the man's hands where she happily settled herself making biscuits as if she was saying, Ah yes, this one will do!

Hide couldn't help but laugh a bit at the action, "Seems like she's picked you as well."

Normally, the grim didn't find these events very interesting, but the day's events had worn him thin so he made himself useful and decided to see what the fuss was all about across the street from where he stood. He had brought his scythe along with him, something that buzzed with energy whenever he carried it - the souls of the damned had been ever so grateful to be released from their eternal hell on earth. Putting it away, he started toward the now bigger crowd that had formed while he'd been messing with the not quite formed scythe. It seemed to be taking a human shape, from how it looked, but he knew all it would ever be was a tool designed to reap the dead of their souls.

With that in mind, he had just caught wind of what the man had said, though he'd been mere feet from where the crowd gathered. Cats. Of course. They'd always been his favorite, even though he never owned one himself. The cycles of death between human and animal depended on their lifetimes, and whether they took care of themselves or not. Maybe it was time he get one, just for that sake. Making his way through the crowd wasn't difficult, as they made way for him with how threatening his aura seemed, but he grinned and bent down to pet one of the calicos that confidently marched up to him.

"I think I may already have a contender." Kael chuckled softly, brushing his soft and calloused hand against the fur of the cat in front of him, purrs loud and content. "You run this place by yourself?"

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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›   FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS    →    receiver   to   sender.

brushing   hair   behind   their   ear

hands   grazing   while   reaching   for   the   same   object

catching   them   by   the   waist

helping   them   up   and   not   letting   go

fixing   their   collar   or   necklace

knees   bumping   under   the   table

tucking   something   off   their   face

draping   a   coat   over   their   shoulders

pinkies   brushing

falling   asleep   on   their   shoulder

touching   their   wrist

hand   falling   over   theirs   mid-laugh

fixing   their   tie   or   jewelry

whispering   with   a   hand   on   their   knee

lingering   touch   while   passing   an   object

playful   hand   to   the   chest

hands   meeting   in   the   dark

wiping   away   a   tear

stopping��  them   by   the   wrist

buttoning   their   shirt   or   jacket

dancing   for   the   first   time

hands   meeting   over   a   shared   item

tending   to   a   wound

shoulder   bump   turning   into   leaning

touching   their   heart

cleaning   a   cut

brushing   hands   at   an   event

tripping   into   their   arms

untying   them   from   restraints

fastening   a   necklace

shoulders   brushing   in   a   crowd

helping   with   a   coat

adjusting   their   posture

guiding   with   a   hand   on   the   back

brushing   something   off   their   shoulder

carrying   them

hiding   in   a   tight   space

dabbing   a   cut   on   the   lip

steadying   them   over   a   step

holding   their   hand   while   dazed

falling   into   each   other

cupping   their   face

pulling   them   into   a   protective   hold

holding   hands   after   a   nightmare

sharing   a   coat   pocket

removing   something   from   their   face

helping   unzip   a   dress

brushing   hair   off   their   forehead

touching   their   cheek   while   laughing

tracing   a   faint   scar   or   mark

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back

resting   their   chin   on   their   shoulder

reaching   out   to   stop   them   mid-step

straightening   their   glasses   or   hat

helping   them   into   a   seat

lifting   them   over   a   puddle   or   obstacle

touching   their   jaw   while   talking

fixing   a   loose   button   or   strap

cleaning   something   off   their   lip

giving   their   hand   a   reassuring   squeeze

resting   their   hand   on   the   small   of   their   back

brushing   snow   or   dust   from   their   hair

holding   their   hand   during   a   scary   moment

steadying   them   as   they   climb   or   balance

touching   their   arm   to   get   their   attention

pulling   them   close   for   a   photo

grabbing   their   hand   to   run   together

placing   their   hand   over   theirs

pinning   a   flower   or   corsage   on   their   outfit

sliding   fingers   into   theirs   during   silence

wiping   a   smudge   off   their   face

catching   them   as   they   faint

brushing   dirt   from   their   cheek

pulling   them   into   shelter   from   rain

slipping   their   hand   into   a   pocket   for   warmth

leaning   against   their   shoulder   while   laughing

reaching   for   them   in   the   dark

resting   a   head   on   their   lap

catching   their   face   before   a   fall

holding   them   upright   while   tipsy

brushing   fingers   along   their   sleeve

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing   or   writing

removing   an   eyelash   from   their   cheek

helping   them   zip   up   a   coat

pulling   a   twig   from   their   hair

offering   their   hand   to   dance

cradling   their   hand   during   a   tense   moment

brushing   past   them   in   a   narrow   hallway

clasping   their   arm   to   steady   them

pressing   their   forehead   to   theirs

leaning   in   to   whisper   against   their   ear

holding   onto   their   sleeve

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh

smoothing   their   hair   gently

tracing   a   line   across   their   palm

gently   lifting   their   chin

bumping   into   them   and   staying   close

catching   their   hand   mid-gesture

brushing   crumbs   off   their   lips

squeezing   their   arm   for   comfort

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Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  dialogue prompts centered around saying "please".   feel free to modify phrasing as desired.  )

please just be honest with me.

oh, please explain how this is my fault.

please don't look at me like that.

please, let's not do this here.

for once, could you please stop pretending?

please just kiss me, i can't stand it.

please don't walk away from this.

all you have to do is say please.

please, i dare you to try and stop me.

please don't tell anyone i said that.

i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

please tell me you brought snacks.

please don't take this the wrong way.

please, i've waited so long to hear you say it.

i said i'm fine, please just drop it.

please don't lie just to make me feel better.

please don't judge me for what i'm about to do.

please just let me help you.

if you love me, say it. please.

just stay here with me all day. pleaase?

please don't ruin this for me.

please just leave me out of it.

tell me you love me ... please.

can you please slow down?

please tell me there's still a chance.

can you please just get some sleep?

please, i don't want to lose you again.

i'm not asking– i'm begging you. please.

please don't make fun of me.

i want you to leave. please leave right now.

please, it's nothing.

i don't like to beg, but... please.

pleaase? i promise it'll be fun.

tell me it's a lie. please.

come on, please? just this once?

please don't jump to assumptions.

please, [ name ], just stay here.

you promised ... please.

please. i need you to trust me.

please don't go.

i know i don't deserve it, but please forgive me.

please, let me fix this.

did i hear a 'please' in there somewhere?

please. one more minute, that's all i'm asking.

oh please, as if you've never done it.

don't ask me to choose. please.

please don't tell them where i am.

saying 'please' over and over won't change my mind.

please? ... pretty please?

please don't make me beg.

please tell me i'm wrong.

can you please give me a hand with this?