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Ueno, Tokyo, by サカシタ

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Yunohira Onsen in Oita Prefecture, Japan, by 一人旅研究会

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❝ He… ate fireworks? ❞

It is with great regret we, the guild, inform you that our great leader and saviour , The Francis S. Fitzgerald has succumbed after ingesting fireworks without seasoning

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❝ It could be a scam or something—do lucky ponies even exist..? ❞

I'm gonna put ¥100.000 on that pony!!

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❝ ¥100.000 for a pony is insane… why so much?— ❞

I'm gonna put ¥100.000 on that pony!!

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Hi, hello! Mod here. Unfortunately, I’ll be taking a short hiatus due to some personal issues. I don’t have a specific date in mind for my return, so I apologize for the delayed responses and other features. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thanks!

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She tilted her head to the side. How interesting. ❝ Ohh, so kind of like my people? I don’t really care about telling you too much about the Kakemono. ❞

She smiled. This lady was hella interesting, and she didn’t get any bad “vibes” like she typically does from people. It wouldn’t hurt to talk a bit more. ❝ The people I come from are basically what happens when two gods decide to make something after having an argument. Like a peace treaty. ❞

She paused, how should she explain this...? It wasn’t exactly something she should even know in the first place.

❝ They were the among first people to surface where I’m from. Though.. nowadays, they’re treated as less. They collectively had quite the fall from grace.. ❞ Meiya continued, looking back up at Calliope, hopefully she hadn’t talked too much.

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She let out a nervous laugh, then said:

“Uhhh…it’s say it’s a bit more complicated than that, actually,” Calliope replied.

A lot more complicated, actually.

“I’ll…tell you what I can,” she finally decided on.

Well…what could she tell her? The only place she was really safe to spill her secrets was Galathea, and they were far, far away from her beloved homeworld. There weren’t many people — or even places — she trusted when she wasn’t back home. A bit of paranoia, always on the back burner of her mind.

“I’ve…been around. For a while. I’ve probably been around even since before your ancestors were born,” she began.

“My family has been, too. All of us are…”

Damn, what was the word she wanted to use? Old? No, too vague. Ancient? Not quite, but almost…

“Primordial.”

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Meiya thought for a moment. Should she tell him her name..? Her real one, or that one most knew her by. Naja. Whatever.

❝ My name’s Meiya, or Naja. Whichever works best. ❞ She tilted her head to the side. ❝ Your planet? It must be pretty boring if your sister wanted you to leave, or something. ❞

She paused. Hopefully that didn’t sound—well—rude.

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“Seems like you and I are sort of in the same boat, then.”

Enūma’s wings fluttered slightly, the dark blue hues of his feathers catching the light at almost a perfect angle. He pulled his sleeves up a bit, revealing feathers along his forearms bearing the same color as his wings, and long tail feathers.

“Ever since my sister convinced me to leave our planet, I’ve just been goin’ place to place and…sightseein’, I guess,” he replied with a shrug.

He had to admit, he did enjoy traveling quite a bit. Sure, he missed his planet, but he could always return home eventually.

“Say, you got a name?”

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Meiya tilted her head, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, with a casual, drawling lilt that almost masked the sharp glint in her eye, she said,

❝ Ohhh, so you’re an inhuman thing, or somethin’? Or some kinda rare person? ❞

She leaned back against the bar, arms crossed, posture loose like a cat that could pounce, but won’t—not unless you make it worth her time.

❝ Y’know, where I’m from, that ain’t even the weirdest thing someone’s told me on a Thursday. ❞

Her voice softened, just a touch, like smoke curling low.

❝ But if you’re worried about sayin’ too much, I get it. The walls here remember things they shouldn’t. Still… ❞ She looked up at her sidelong. ❝ I ain’t lookin’ to expose you. Just tryna figure out if I should offer you a drink or an exorcism. ❞

A beat.

Then:

❝ Don’t worry though; I’m just kidding! ❞

“ what are you . . . Really ? ” — for Calli :3

“…”

That’s not an easy question to answer.

She couldn’t just…say it out loud, could she? No. Definitely not. There are eyes everywhere. It doesn’t matter where she goes, someone, or something always has its eyes trained on her. A watchful, or even threatening, gaze.

Admitting what she truly was could put everyone she loved in great peril. Sure, she had to power to squash anyone who tried to hurt her loved ones under her thumb in mere seconds, but… The mere thought of something happening to them before she could do something about it made her heart race with fear.

She didn’t want to risk exposing the others for what they were, either.

“I’m…not what you think. Not what most people would think,” she finally settled on, albeit hesitantly.

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Send, "What... are you, really?" for receiver's supernatural nature to be revealed to sender!

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❝ Oh. I might be too chronically online then… damn ❞

¥9,405... ... im looking at all the money wasted in disdain

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sad headcanon q’s… 

1. who does your muse hate?

2. how does your muse handle grief?

3. what is your muse’s biggest regret? 

4. how many scars does your muse have?

5. how long can your muse hold a grudge?

6. how does your muse handle loneliness? 

7. what is one of your muse’s greatest fears?

8. what does your muse fear losing the most?

9. does your muse think violence is ever warranted?

10. what is the worst illness your muse has ever had?

11. what would your muse consider their worst failing?

12. does your muse tend to push themselves too hard?

13. how does your muse outwardly express their anger? 

14. what is the worst injury your muse has ever received? 

15. what might others consider your muse’s worst failing to be?

16. does your muse have a short fuse when it comes to temper?

17. who does your muse wish they had said goodbye to, but didn’t?

18. does your muse suffer from nightmares? how often? what about?

19. out of everything your muse has lost/given up, which hurt the most?

20. what is something your muse wants to tell others, but is too afraid to? 

21. how hard is it for your muse to open up to others? what holds them back?

22. looking back, what is one thing your muse wishes they had done differently? 

23. does your muse tend to be hard on themselves when they do something wrong?

24. does your muse lean more toward “forgive and forget” or “resent and remember?”

25. does your muse recognize their faults, or do they have trouble with self-reflection?

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Reblog if its ok for your moots to stalk your blog and interact with everything you've posted.

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❝ Are you new around here? ❞ (Enūma to Meiya, HSR verse :3)

❝ New around here?… ❞ Meiya pauses. Her gaze flicks sideways, sharp as a boxcutter but softened by the slight slouch in her shoulders — not defensive, not quite. Just… tired.

‎❝ Yeah. Basically. ❞

❝ I’ve been, uh… traveling. Bouncing around. Ship to ship, place to place. Guess I’m looking for something. ❞

She shrugged. Maybe it wasn’t something she was looking for, but someone. But that was classified.