#kamipyre

[bloodxhound]

[velvetineblue]

For his birthday, she brought a very special set of crocs…is it meant to an olive branch for a war that isn’t actually being waged? The world may never know, however for her friend nemesis’ birthday Suki also has folded for Taiyang a paper set of a fish tank. And she used pretty blue kami for it too! “…This is a truce." Or so she says. And then she marches inside his apartment set both of her gifts on the table. “Now let’s go to the bakery; I need to get you a shortcake.”

( pls also have suki....confusing him as per usual <3 )

" now this . . . is the best pair of Crocs I've ever seen, " he declares, almost in awe of the blue-grey slides, holding them up to examine under the light like a piece of fine jewelry, being appraised. his eyes widen when giving the same treatment to the origami fish tank. " wow... " he's audibly impressed at the detail Suki's managed to carve out with only paper and her patience . . . " you get better at these everyday. . . " he carefully touches one of the fish, like his craft-clumsy hands would destroy it upon contact. " this is really cool; thanks, Suki. I'm gonna put this next to Mudkip. friends he won't eat, " he happily explains. the carnivorous little salamander wouldn't be a good friend to living fish, but these ones would make the perfect pairing. he has assessed the gifts as a very WORTHY trade, offering out his hand for a shake. " truce accepted. " he'd accept the invite to the bakery, too, but first he waves her over to Mudkip's aquarium, to visit the little critter that was watching them with it's big, blank eyes. " tell Suki thanks for the present, " he jokingly ordered of the very-silent amphibian. ( despite it's total lack of reaction, Tai insists to Suki that she is Mudkip's favorite of all his friends & family. how can you tell? any sane person asks. but HE JUST KNOWS, Tai says with certainty. )

[edgelord-dl6]

@kamipyre asked: It's sudden and fast, but when there's only the two of them in the hallway, Suki tugs him by the frills to her height and gives him a kiss. A moment later, she takes a step back, both hands wrapped around the evidence file. "...I'll meet you at the crime scene, sir." ( 2day is international kissing day so edgeworth, please take a kiss from suki sjfklsjdfklj <3 )

it's a miracle this kind of thing isn't exploited more often - his big frilly ostentatious cravat hangs there just before one of the most vulnerable points on the human body, like a great target. to most people, perhaps, it's like the ornament of some poisonous animal - so colorful and obvious and ridiculous that it simply must mean 'stay away!'

but to Suki - wonderful, surprising, resourceful, Suki Nakamura - it's a tool to send him a message that short circuits his brain. their lips press together with quick insistence, and Miles' eyes pop open unromantically. his heart nearly pops, too, and all he can do is nod dumbly after her, clear his throat, absently pass his tongue over his bottom lip...

was today a special occasion or something? he'll wrack his brain over it en route.

[sinsolucion]

     ❝ are you considering… a career change? ❞ follows faux gasp, soren's hand to collarbone amidst the shock.   ❝ or a training regime? i could help with either or… ❞   it was one thing to hear genuine intrigue lilting within his words, the bubbling desire to assist boiling vehemently to surface. 'twas another that it accompanied a devilish grin, perhaps unknowingly, subconsciously.

❝ nah. well. kinda. ❞   he allows himself a covered snicker, overshadowed by narrow, suspicious eyes tracking towards the left.   ❝ using the proper knives make a difference in cooking. they've gotta be sharp too. ❞   a flick of his wrist dispels an ominous gleam from his being, softening with her newfound sanctuary.   ❝ well, he's your coworker! he should be happy to assist you in your time of need. i'm sure he'd love a break from his assignment, anywho. ❞  

though whether or not he was any more partial to this being the substitute was anyone's guess.

                                     ﹙ @kamipyre ⎯⎯ ✎ ﹚

[mythvoiced]

@kamipyre | ♥

"I tried to dabble in forensics myself," for a creature so adamant on claiming he hates the mere notion of leaving a mark, Patrick sure can't keep from touching. Small grazes along surfaces, the innocent nudge of his forefinger against an object on a desk to have it turn and reveal a different side of itself, never picking something up, never disturbing the positioning, but grazing, dragging, gaining a feel for being alive in the same room as whatever he's surrounded by.

The only thing he picks up freely are pamphlets.

This one is boring.

Graphic design may be someone's passion here, but the LAPD certainly wasn't, or they would have come up with something more... engaging.

He lifts his head, smiles. Gentle and miles from the perpetrator, hunter of his past. Miss Nakamura is no threat, no prey, a woman with a glint in her eyes that reveals whatever reasons he might have had to step into her shoes will never burn as brightly as hers.

The kind of people who have gotten really good at living with their shadows, chains, weights, past.

Or who think they have.

Up to debate, she'll portray it soon enough.

"Though I imagine for the wrong reasons, compared to yours...?" an open-ended question, a request to peek minutely into her mind. Just because.

Because he can't help it, because he'll always care, and fight against it.

He returns the pamphlet.

[chimonai]

        The door opens for the umpteenth time today, heavy and slow, with a low creak that has given rise to a headache, revealing a woman Dahlia hasn’t talked to before, but whose arrival she was notified of in advance. Suki Nakamura, from the forensic department. Pink and girlish, she stands out against the dull, ashen-hued backdrop of this interrogation room, an attention-grabber amidst the monotonous flood of grey, black, blue suits that have washed in and out of here. None have been met with much cooperation, this visitor would fare no better. 

          Dahlia has burned her bridges. Against the advice of her defense attorney, she has abandoned the role she had performed all her life. Angel no more. She refuses to surrender her catharsis in favor of the slim chance to receive a lighter sentence if she were to feign a troubled conscience.

          Manicured nails tap the steel table she’s seated at in an impatient rhythm.  “I have to say... Compared to that drab-looking, good-for-nothing detective you’re not much of an improvement.”  The ring finger of her idle hand brushes against her cheek, which is soft and unblemished. Her visitor’s face might’ve been inoffensive to look at had it not been marred by the touch of fire.  “Whatever could you want from me? Haven’t I answered enough pointless questions?” / @kamipyre​

[lcstkey]

@kamipyre​ sent  👫 

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship  

Whenever Selena receives paperwork in the form of origami, she feels a bit of guilt for undoing the intricated folds that sculpted it, especially if the origami is in the shape of a wolf or other canines.

The one time Sel participates in the precinct’s secret Santa, she ended up with Investigator Nakamura who would receive some decorative origami paper and a pretty tin of sencha tea that year. If anything Suki has criticized Selena’s absolutely terrible gift wrapping skills and may try to teach her to at least fold the gift wrapping better if she figured out who the secret Santa is.

Being the questionable influence that she is, Sel will teach Suki basics on picking locks and computer coding.

One day she’ll work up the courage to ask Suki for assistance with the Night-Light Reads fire. While the scene itself may be compromised due to time and weather, Selena still has an urn of what has been claimed to be her stepmother’s ashes. Selena has never been convinced that she’s dead or that the cause of the fire is faulty wiring.

[eternasci]

💌🎉

SYMBOLS FOR THE MUN ★

     💌 I just think you’re amazing      🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!

BANGING ON YOUR DOOR BANGING ON YOUR DOOR BANGING ON YOUR DOOR

YOU ARE ONE TO TALK... you have so many interesting muses and im [rattles cage] too slow to get to meet them all...... i crave ur variety... also knowing you are a Professional :tm: in writing is the coolest...... i am so blessed..... kisses ur knuckles.... i am coming for ALL ur faves so we can plot development w/ em bc on god... i have SO many ideas due to your chars' many facets... yummy...

[pluviacuratio]

@kamipyre whispered: 🤙    Bump into my muse ( hello ^^ )

MEME

{ ♪ } -- A museum seemed like a great place to spend her day off. The redhead enjoyed the guided audio tours. The problem with the audio tours was that she often wound up not focusing on her surroundings.

That was what caused this current predicament. She'd accidentally slammed into the taller woman, causing herself to fall back onto her ass. Despite the ache to her tail bone, Bella quickly scrambled to her feet, holding out her hands anxiously.

"Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry! I probably shouldn't use both headphones for an audio tour, it just keeps me from paying attention to what's going on around me... Are you alright?"

[bloodxhound]

She takes the seat next to him. Staring and then, without warning: “I’m hungry.”

     𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 she would come to bother him during his meal. In truth, he’s anticipated it. The lunch breaks in which he was able to enjoy his peace and quiet have become incredibly rare.  ❛ Tragic, ❜  he laments in a phoney, impassive tone. Ignoring her plight, he takes a hearty bite out of his burger. The one with the extra patties and caramelized red onions he’s caught her gawking at on billboard advertisements.  ❛ Must suck t’be you. ❜  His head turns, just in time to catch her pout that morphs into a glare, fit to strike him dead where he sits. He chuckles, wiping his mouth with the heel of his hand. Meanness gives way to an admission.  ❛ Go look in the break room. It’s still warm. ❜

[velvetineblue]

"weird. very weird." ( from suki who is a hypocrite fjskldfj s)

" . . . not sure I'd say it's weird. " Suki had been talking about her work again: this time, a suspected case of self-victimization, in a most gruesome way. based on clues and evidence gathered from the crime scene, there was no doubt the motive had been a broken heart, and all signs pointed to self-inflicted wounds . . . but the debate among colleagues was ' who would do something so painful to themselves ' ? surely, there was a homicidal element to this: an outside actor . . . but Tai disagreed, giving his non-professional opinion with a shrug. " I mean, it's weird, for sure; not normal' but . . . that's what they call a 'crime of passion', right? people do crazy things for love. "

[edgelord-dl6]

|| happy belated valentine’s day to the 2 most oblivious people on the planet <3

[kataskopeia]

@kamipyre continued from here.

"... i made mine when he was still alive." he steps toward the lifeless body, suffocates the pitiful remainder of his smoldering cigarette in a dull pocket ashtray, and slides gloves over his hands. "but generally speaking ... if you're the first to sign up for an engagement post-mortem, you should be the one to print the queue list and attach it to the morgue slab." long fingers flex underneath latex before diving into the dead man's mouth to forcefully remove a gleaming molar tooth ( muffled cracking noise included ). "paper has performative power. you should give it a try and see how many people are willing to stand in line."

[mythvoiced]

@kamipyre | ♥

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“It’s the incessant disinterest and constant expectations.”

Zagreus eats nothing but junk food. You’d think with the amount of fat and calories he keeps so enthusiastically shoving into his mouth, he wouldn’t have the chipper physique of a late 20s bachelor who’d only ever cared about getting a sports scholarship and a concussion.

Alas, Zagreus didn’t care much about the kind of sports that would have gotten him a scholarship back in the day. And he’s not exactly a bachelor.

The rest is... pretty much on point.

Right down to the concussion.

Which is the thing he’s pretty sure he’s sporting right now. All while shoving yet another fry into his mouth, grotesquely salted and without a drop of ketchup. His mixed accent spills only after the potato had already been chewed, a polite man who eats with his elbows on the table.

He grabs another fry and begins gesticulating. A napkin would help here, but he’d already pushed his own towards the forensic, case she’d like to transform it into a shape more magnificent than his greasy fingers could ever hope to dream of.

It’s probably not a good thing that he’s this familiar with someone from law enforcement solely because he keeps getting dragged into the nearest station after getting his ass ceremoniously handed to him by his boyfriend’s brother.

No amount of ‘but officer, it was consensual, we were sparring!’ would convince the questioner, especially once you took a look at Zagreus’ state and the complete lack of impairment on Charon’s anything.

To be fair, though, the reason he’s actually in any way familiar with this member of the LAPD is because he’d asked about the origami littering so many desks, and not because he'd fucked up enough to have to involve forensics.

“You’d think having only one child you have actual direct communicative access to would make him more likely to expend a minute amount of care towards said child, alas,” he sighs.

Then he offers a smile. “Sorry for rambling, by the way. How was your day?”

[jeoseungsaja]

"Word of advice, boss!! Take a break or even a nap because if i see you in here in the next three hours, I'll fold all of your paperwork into frogs and it will take you fifteen minutes to unfold them. Each." ( from suki to hyuk in verse two 🥲 - you sure you wanna test her, hyuk JFKLSJDLFKJ )

@kamipyre ♚ from x.

♔ ———–

   Here it goes again. They won’t give up, will they? Suki and Jae-Hwan. It doesn’t matter how many times he attempts to block them with his bitter mouth and disgruntled teeth, these two keep coming his way like unafraid birds sitting on the arms of the saddest and ugliest scarecrow. Inspector Im with their bright smile that almost looks odd in comparison to the office’s gloom; with plastic bags full of food and the need to replace folders tucked in Hyuk’s hands for chopsticks. And then there’s her, Forensic Scientist Nakamura, intrepidity dressed in pink; with hands that could turn all of these written, overwhelming stories in a parade of figurines and an attitude which could be translated into pure dynamite if allowed. Her way of caring is a tad bit harsher than Jae-Hwan’s. 

   She doesn’t ask --- she knows asking nicely won’t work in this case.    She doesn’t have time for nonsense.     She sets rules and lists the consequences of not abiding to said rules.     The biggest consequence of them all being her origami skills used as a weapon. 

    He remembers something like this. Vaguely. His mind sometimes struggles, as if fragmented due to being rammed into a pool of distress more than a few times. But he remembers, back when he worked in the LAPD and he met her, Suki Nakamura, a clever investigator who decided to leave the States to bring her talent to this dingy office that Hyuk can barely cover with his savings. He remembers that she also said things like these, similar things...and he preferred to abide to them than having paper animals scattered all over his desk. 

   But right now, you could drown him in paper frogs, pigeons, ducks...and he’d refuse to move from his seat until finding what he’s looking for. Can’t she see that this is important? No, no...he hasn’t told anyone. He hasn’t expressed why it’s so important to go back to the files that have any information concerning Patrick’s watch. He hasn’t confessed that he saw a very similar one falling from the Black Knight’s pocket. 

    He hasn’t said anything about the map, either.      The one resting in one of his hands; a pencil on the other.      He’s been circling and drawing dots around certain zones.      Zones within Itaewon. 

  “I asked about the possible effects of fire on a watch or similar items, not advice, Nakamura.”

    His edges have turned harder; his demeanor tense and exhausted. She’s more than observant, of course. And it’s noticeable, isn’t it? The bags under his eyes; the rigid lines etched onto his face. She’s right, very right: the detective does need a break; does need to rest. He’s been needing a breather for years...but it’s not something he allows himself to have, less when he knows he has things to do. 

    Lee Hyuk always has things to do.      The truth requires a full-time position. 

     It also seems everyone keeps giving him advice he deems unnecessary.      Suki. Jae-Hwan. The Black Knight.

   “I already slept last night.” 

    And by sleeping last night, he means the 10-ish minutes where he fell asleep without knowing, right on his desk. What woke him up was the sound of something scratching the floor. He’s not sure if he imagined it, because nothing was there when he woke up. Then again, the slightest of sounds tend to stir him, so who knows. Maybe it was his own shoe. 

   “I’ll be here for as long as it takes. Origami Zoo or not---” 

    Or.      Hyuk looks back at the map, traces a line there.      From the office’s location to a place within Itaewon.      Maybe he should start there.      At least, he vaguely remembers being there that day.      He just hopes his mind isn’t betraying him.     What’s real and what isn’t anymore?

    He stands up from his seat, folds and tucks the map within the pocket inside his jacket. Hyuk turns to look at Suki. 

    “Fine. I’ll take a break. Just because I remembered how much I hate unfolding those things.”

     A lie, a faux statement that he distracts by using his index finger to point at a sparkly headband sitting on his desk. He took it out of his hair this morning (he won’t admit it helped by taking away strands of hair that sometimes block his vision). 

    “I told you to stop tying my hair with that.”

    Hand drops to his side and he starts moving, toward the door.     Toward some exploration around Itaewon. 

    “I’ll...return later.” 

———– ♔    

[muu-kun]

😵🥰 ( but i'm also extremely slow so really that's on me 🥲 )

‘Why aren’t we interacting?’ / Accepting / @kamipyre

😵 - I don’t know how to approach you

🥰 - I’m following you because I love your writing and content and I just want to read your stuff

Tbh any solution I can offer to making approaching easier is you gotta put up with me out of character ope lmao. I am the loud, free-spirited entity that takes less and less shit as years go by counterpart of Muu truly. He really be looming in the background like 👁👁 waiting for tolerance of me to be set before he goes oh, I too can participate in being a Pest. To go through to him directly is a chore more than ever these days as his mind is on a one track train ride to healing and healing only. Or chatting people's ears off about the adult film industry even when they did Not ask.

Also being an observing mutual I'd 100% valid because that is me to you as well as I too am slow to say the least 🙈 someday I'll have consistent activity. Maybe. Right now I'm just locked into headcanon Hell because I'm determined to get all of these out so people stop looking at muu like he some three eyed toddler when he has a bad mental health day.