so....i'm not coming back to writing on tumblr. there are a lot of things going on, but ultimately i just feel a lot more comfortable off-site. catch me on disc, or just dm me here. i'll still lurk.
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aestuavisâ:
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|| ::Â â you can just say you missed me, yâknow ? â
   â i always miss you. â
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đđ.    Fragmentary rumors had reached her ears,  whispered by frightened yokais and restless specters,  and although the vulpine - she had initially dismissed them them as naught but insignificant chatters spoken by equally insignificant mouths,  a sudden surge of power in the land had been enough to change her mind and pique her attention.    If it was true that the Great Serpent was really planning on coming back,  then who was she to ignore the dire consequences of it  ?  The sole prospect of a new era of chaos and carnage had effortlessly awakened the ravenous beast within.
And here she is now,  golden gaze settled âpon the visage of the young man whilst Tamamo no Mae observes him with the keen eye of a strict and merciless critic.    Although normally the ancient beast would have maintained her true identity a secret,  she was not willing to lose the precious chance of conversing with him,  free and unbound by human façades and polite white lies.    A sway of flame - coated appendages behind her proud silhouette,  the languid curling of cherry - laden tiers into a simper wholly drenched in greedy malice.     â  It seems that my informants were not lyingâŠÂ  So Yamata - No - Orochi is really trying to return to the ugly world of mortals.  â    A brief pause,  the crooning of her head to one side as a single fine brow is raised in curious inquisitiveness.     â  And you,  young man,  are desperately trying to stop him.    WHY  ?  â
@begravedâ  (  orochi  )  .Â
  standing before him is something curious; perhaps the very sign that he is being watched -- that, in the shadows, they whisper his revered name. the proof lies in the existence of supposed informants, and now, burning bright protuberances that blind him with the back-lit figure of an ancient power that is dutiful to turmoil. bound by the breadth of the archivist's cerebrum, the yamata-no-orochi, perplexed, laughs with the depths of its acid-laden soul, and coils comfortably in its rotted homespace. an ally is what exactly what the serpentine beast had been hoping for; though, perhaps not one such as the tamamo-no-mae.
   the human panics.Â
   he is not even given a chance to conceal a single thing, eyes warming over with the ancient, baleful glow of the serpentine king. though normally he is quick to quip, the shock seizes his tongue and stalls his words, forcing him to marinate in the vixenâs ubiquitously powerful aura. he almost forgets about the heavy grocery bag in his hand, until the plastic begins to dig into his fingers -- he clutches it tighter.  â ya know whatâs real fucked up? â eyebrows draw down in harsh, offended lines.  â iâd rather be takinâ a nap at home right now, but instead, iâve got an asshole in my head that tries to brainwash me into killing people every couple oâ hours, â he spits. â endure that for twenty years and see where that drives ya. shitâs annoying. â Â
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thebaptizedâ:
  The only time she could sleep was when he was laying next to her , Selene intimately familiar with the inconvenience of NIGHTMARES . With one hand maintaining her hold on his , the other reaches out to gently caress his face . Hoping thereâd one day be a cure to her nightly horrors had been WISHFUL THINKING until she met him ; Selene admittedly SURPRISED when she rose to the sound of birds singing and sunlight peaking through the blinds , Seiji breathing beside her as the ceiling fan continued its lazy rotation ; all things sheâd prefer over the SCREAMING .
 â Good morning . Is everything alright ? You seem ⊠â she trails off , a word to describe what was off about him evading her barely awake mind .
   seiji welcomes the touch, leaning into her warm, soft palm. it feels good after a night of feeling lost and cold. it feels more like home, even though he had never really known one. his heart settles into a false sense of relief, simply wanting to enjoy her in the bleak starting minutes of his day. she calls attention towards his disposition, and his smile falters slightly, knowing that he wonât be able to keep it up for long.Â
   â ... just a bad dream. â his head lolls to the side in lieu of a shrug, face sinking further into the pillow. he always had a knack for letting bad things bother him anyway.  â to be honest, i donât even remember what it was about. â tightening his grip a little, he pulls her hand toward him, resting the back of her hand against his chest. his heart is still climbing down from an austere high, but feels more steady than just a few moments prior.Â
   â itâs easy to forget all the bad things when iâm with you, â he laughs, half-joking.  â so donât worry about me. did you sleep well? â
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fluranachâ:
    âhow cute~!â morana laughs, making no effort to muffle the mirthful sound, though she does draw her wife into a comforting hug. she rubs her cheek against the top of kaoruâs head. morana has forgotten what it is to fear anything, let alone bugs, but a plan to kill all the ones in the house stews behind her eyes. âthere isnât anything going on in their little brains. just survival. they couldnât care less about you or me.âÂ
   â what part of that is cute!? â that said, itâs hard to protest when she is pulled into the comfort of her wifeâs arms. despite the grumpy grumbling, kaoru is happy to soak up the extra attention; but still half-focused on the topic at hand. at least morana doesnât tease her human-ness like finn does. â you say that, but think about wasps. theyâre just assholes. âÂ
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@championselectâ:Â Don't mind Anderson, Kaoru, he's just here to cuddle up to you for some warmth in a chilly evening :3c
   it is a rare, lazy day in bed for kaoru. after what felt like months of nonstop work, having today to wind down and stay under the covers, even despite her workaholism, feels like a dream come true. it is winter when she feels it should still be fall; and regardless of their best efforts, the shared abode seems to have taken on the hiemal chill that has swept the city. her fingers, in particular are red and frigid. given any opportunity, the would find themselves tucked tightly in the bedsheets, except for when she wanted to check her phone.
   the day rolls by. kaoru falls in and out of sleep at her leisure, only rising when gavin calls her down for mealtime. she almost doesnât realize that nightfall has come until jordan enters the room, sweeping in the aura of fatigue after a day on the grind. she glances out the window. oh. Â
   â hey, â she smiles comfortably, watching him shed his varsity jacket to come join her in bed. the sheets lift just enough to let him in without letting her accumulated warmth escape. anderson slides in, and the doctor shivers slightly at the touch of his frigid skin. still, she ushers him closer, and wraps herself around him the best she can. helps him settle down and get comfortable. gives him a kiss on the head.
   â good? good. â
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veiliismsâ:
the ride to the pin was spent in silent worry - theyâd established she was safe, not too far out, but the thirty minutes it took to get there⊠well. not everything bad in the world would always happen. theyâre still trying to accept that.
when he sees her on the horizon, he lets out a sigh of relief, and begins to decelerate. finally, eventually, he pulls of to the side, removing his helmet and turning off the engine. âkaoru-chan! hey. sorry to keep you waiting.âÂ
they throw a leg over one side of the motorcycle, and walks towards her - seeing her smile only causes his to grow, and he follows her gaze to the car. heâd have to remember to take a look at it. but, their attention is turned back to the telescope.
â⊠yeah. got all the time in the world.â they finally reply, looking skyward. âwhatâre we lookinâ at tonight?â
   part of kaoru feels sheepish, pulling out all of her equipment in the middle of the road. but who could blame her; at the quiet, scenic edge of town, it seems to fit the vibe just right.  â callisto. i know itâs not very jaw-dropping, but i think itâs pretty charming. â the moon, in its multicolor spectrum, looks like a galaxy of its own, collected into a small sphere next to the supergiant planet.Â
   his growing smile makes her feel a little shy -- he sure is handsome. but being as she is, she prefers to break the spell before she gets lost in it. she casually raps a knuckle on his prosthesis and ushers him towards the telescope.  â come have a look, â she cheerfully muses.
   thereâs evidence that sheâs made herself comfortable: from the blanket draped over the lip of her open trunk; to the mostly-empty thermos on the ground; to her relaxed and open posture, which was usually hard-set and rigid.
   â it was lucky that i happened to have it with me tonight. i wouldâve died from boredom out here. â
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sorry for the absence yâall, my business got slammed with a holiday rush and i literally had no time to rp :â)Â
i also may or may not have been exposed to covid multiple times over the last few days
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Just like marble
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theyâre glad they arenât too terribly invested on the collection of words on their laptop - they might have missed the soft buzzing of their phone, otherwise. eyes glance at the time on the digital clock on their desk - this late? a call from kaoru? for a moment, they can feel a certain pressure on their heart, anxiety slowly begins to creep in.
âkaoru-chan?â he answers, almost before his phone even reaches his ear. she doesnât sound troubled, doesnât sound pained - a silent, relieved sigh escapes his mouth, and heâs already nodding and standing.
âno, donât apologize - of course i can. send me your location - iâll be there as soon as i can. promise.â
theyâre already out the door, at this point, one helmet in their free hand, the other holding a bag with a spare. hopefully she isnât afraid of motorcyclesâŠ
   he sounds worried. of course he would -- kaoru usually had no reason to call him, much preferring to text on most occasions. the matter is more pressing this time around, though, luckily not by much.  â got it. iâll drop a pin now. â she replies, the harrowing night sounding more agreeable when the line drops. a few quick swipes sends her location to renjiâs phone, and then dials the nearest towing company to pick up her car.Â
   although she nods more to herself, she cannot bring herself to disagree with being at the edge of a great scenery. she has her reservations, but ends up throwing open her trunk anyway, pulling out a large, heavy case.
   when renji arrives, kaoru has her large-lens telescope set up alongside her car. her eye is keyed into the eyepiece, which is set skillfully on one of jupiterâs moons. the roar of the motorcycle can be heard from far down the road, and when she looks up, she is not sure of who exactly it is until his head comes from under the helmet. her visage brightens instantly. â ah! thanks for coming, youâre a lifesaver! â a gesture to her lame vehicle shows that it has not yet been picked up.  â the towing company said theyâd be a bit ... i thought itâd be a good time to do some stargazing. if you arenât busy, maybe youâd like to as well? â
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the welcome mat. How long have you been stained? I bet you canât even remember the shoe that left it there, I bet there have been too many visitors to keep count. You watch people welcome themselves into your home, listen as they smash things against the walls and throw things to the floor. As they leave, you smile, say âthanks for stopping by!â and sit still as they wipe the blood off their shoes. Youâve gotten very good at that. Smiling when you want to scream. How long before your teeth are not enough to keep the sound inside? How long until it is their blood that is tracked across your home? I bet youâll remember when and where you got this stain. I bet itâll taste oh so sweet.
Tagged by: @phantombs eee thank you!! <33
Tagging: @thebaptized winks w both eyes
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Conan stuff
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     âyou canât hide fear from the god of death,â she singsongs, but the bug in her hand disappears in a puff of black smoke. at least she can match kaoruâs dramatics with her own. âsafely delivered to the underworld, as you order. but really, dear, afraid of a little house centipede? not bar brawls?â
   â youâve just seen it all, havenât you? â she puffs, the tension in her shoulders releasing when the bug vanishes. for whatever reason, it sounds like she should be used to seeing centipedes, but she can say that she has gone several safe years without even catching a glimpse of one.  â humans are predictable! bugs, though ... you just donât know whatâs going on in their stupid bug brains. â
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   â supervise? is that what you think this is? â wing looks up from the strange, misshapen tower of legos. itâs barely holding onto whatever form theyâd shaped it into.  â iâm an adult, you know. and you agreed to wait until i finished my leaning tower of pisa. in fact, you came before i was even close to finishing. â
    âof course iâm bored. your rapt attentiveness is testament to your youth. but someone must supervise, and i drew the short straw.â Â
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i literally talk to u every day u fuckin crab
i ws literally talking Yesterday abt how if i came back 2 tungl i wld b moving blogs and changin my muses nnd now here i am. here i am drunk at 11:49pm rping bc miu said heyÂ
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fluranachâ:
      ââŠiâve done that before, though, in a pinch. it went fine.â this says less about her skill and more about the sharpness of her kitchen knives. âwhatâs that liquid you put it in if itâs not water? seems like water. since itâs clear.â
   â i couldnât come up with another reference! wait, hold on -- â he rakes his head for a moment, face scrunching in a faithful amount of thought.  â you wouldnât give someone water in place of a blood transfusion! i use chemicals for the film -- chemicals can be clear, you know? â
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fluranachâ:
     âitâs just a little guy, ruru. he wonât do any harm in our corners⊠maybe a bit more dusting, but thatâs all. beyond that, itâs cute when youâre scared.â
   â iâm not scared! â thatâs not the point, kaoru. of course, her pride is more at stake now that morana points it out.  â theyâre just germy, filthy fuckers. seriously, just kill it. â
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