unblighted

[unblighted]

so....contemplating moving kafka here or a new blog entirely...hm...

#ミ★ 《 MAJA 》 / * emotional support puthy

[unblighted]

i caved and made a new blog where i’ll be a bit more active than on here. you can find me @caelitio , my capitano blog hahaha 🥹

#ミ★ 《 maja 》 / * emotional support puthy

[unblighted]

tempted to come back here bc im sick of twtrp 🥹

#// tbd #on god i miss??? being on tumblr even tho the ui is confusing asf

[unblighted]

SUBTLE SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS / SELECTIVE

↳ @gorarus​​ said: ❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜ - wife wife wife wife

she touches the morning glory yukata reverently, fingertips tracing the beautifully embroidered blooms with a wan smile. it’s by far the most extravagant article of clothing she owned since they fled. it was a pity that such a beautiful gift came along with the possibility of her death. suma and hinatsuru had already left the compound with hours between their departures so as to not arouse suspicion amidst their infiltration of the entertainment district. there had been whispers of a demon hiding amongst the bewitching courtesans, and the rumors were surrounded by death. an investigation had ensued, but tengen’s attempt at going undercover as a customer had ended in failure. so it fell into the capable hands of the kunoichi who excelled at subterfuge. with the sun at its peak in the sky, makio knew it was time; it was her turn to pervade and assimilate herself amongst courtesans haunting the infamous district of lust and depravity. makio unmade her obi, shrugging off her threadbare and sleeveless yukata and letting it fall into a heap on the floor. peeling off the wrappings that bound her breasts, she procures a clean roll and begins to wrap her chest carefully, tugging at the linen to give herself room to breathe. satisfied with her handiwork, makio pulls on a thin under layer, tying a knot at the waist to keep it together before shifting towards her disguise. she stands whilst unfolding the yukata, brandishing it with a flourish prior to going through the careful motions of adorning it, which she recalls vaguely from when her own mother dressed her way back when. once she finally manages to secure her obi around her waist and tie it, makio admires herself in the small hand mirror she keeps in her room. there was no room for vanity in their walk of life, but there are times wherein makio likes to fantasize of a life beyond what she had been born into. she flashes a shy smile at her reflection, but it falls almost immediately when she feels a presence make itself known in some dark corner of her room. a minuscule shift in energy that a lesser person wouldn’t have noticed, but something a trained and seasoned kunoichi such as herself caught. makio’s put on edge as her fingertips curl around the kunai kept hidden in the folds of her obi. she moves onto the offensive, feet spread apart as she flicks her wrist, sending the kunai flying into the corner where she felt the flare of energy originate. metal meets metal and a boisterous guffaw reaches her ears. with a pivot, makio glares at the object of her ire, her husband: uzui tengen. the smirk he sends her way is both haughty and lazy ( an expression only he could ever pull off ) eyes half-lidded as he utters words that only serve to annoy her. she stomps towards him, scooping her kunai off the tatami and tucking it back into its hiding place within her obi. now in close proximity with her husband, she’s hit with a sudden bout of anxiety, her earlier thoughts resurfacing: how long will this assignment last? will this be the last time they see each other? will she die? would they mourn her? her teeth sink into the plump flesh of her bottom lip as she steps even closer to the hashira, her fingers toying with the buttons of his uniform. if this was to be her last moment with her husband, she might as well make the most of it. one last good memory before she ventured into enemy lines. confidence renewed, makio took his hand in hers, twining their fingers together as she peers up at her husband with a heated gaze. “i assure you that what lies beneath is far better than what can be perceived on the surface—” she whispers whilst hooking a finger into one of his belt loops, pulling him in closer, hoping to trap him in both her gaze and the moment “—are you tempted?”

#gorarus #ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * in character #please take this as my pious supplication oh god of festivities and flashiness #i spent a good ass time like...understanding makio....i hope this is gud shit???

[unblighted]

azul begged me to answer their ask, so i’m here, cracking my knuckles, mentally preparing myself to write married sex

#// tbd #s IGHS im being disturbed from animal crossing for bumping uglies

[unblighted]

SUBTLE SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS / SELECTIVE

↳ @falconet​ said: ❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜ @ tsumu xd

after their tryst within the dark confines of his bedroom weeks ago, alice and atsumu danced around each other, trying to find their footing, hyperaware of each other’s proximity. it was almost pitiful how they drove each other to the brink, but once they’ve reached the precipice one ( alice ) of them would pull away. the blond would always stay his hand, understanding that pushing for more during such a tumultuous time could only cause their relationship to relapse and implode on itself.  but tonight felt different, something changed in the span of a few days that made alice more receptive to his advances, to his touch. eager as he may be, he was also wary, ready to pull back and reign himself in should she change her mind. the pair of lovers lay in his bed, clinging to one another until there was left no space between them. when his hand reached the small of her back, atsumu felt her stiffen in his arms, and he immediately jerked back his extremity, as if burned. he rearranged their limbs and bodies, putting some space between them so she could process her thoughts. when he peers down at alice’s face, he finds her close to tears, frustration evident in the furrow of her brows, in the downturn of her mouth. the words she utters are sharp enough to cut, but they lacked her usual venom. she wants him, has burned for him in his embrace naught but a fortnight ago, but she has her reservations. not trusting himself to say the right thing, atsumu merely pulls her back into his arms, chin resting atop her head as he rubs soothing circles along her upper back. once he finds the words he wants to say to convey his thoughts properly, he speaks into her hair, his breath blowing away stray strands as he speaks, “we’re going to have our good days and our bad days. i’m not always going to be the best ‘tsumu i can be, and you’re not always going to be the best alice you can be either. but we can work together to be the best us that there is because i think we owe it to ourselves—” his voice is soft, thick with emotion as he lays himself bare. in a few words he expresses his own insecurity but also his hope for their future “—so let me in, alice. let me in and let me love you again.”

#falconet #ミ★ 《 miya atsumu 》 / * in character #emotional availability is a form of smut on its own lbr :)

[unblighted]

SUBTLE SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS / SELECTIVE

↳ @falconet​​ said: ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜ @ tsumu :)

kissing alice antonescu was akin to coming home: he’s enveloped in softness and warmth, comforted by a steady and unyielding presence. she was his anchor, the only thing tethering him to the present. an uncontrollable blush colors the apple of his cheeks at the words which alice utter the moment he pulls away to catch a breath. atsumu had planned on taking things slow since their first venture at a relationship had been a more physical one with a splash of romance. but who was he to deny alice when she was so fucking hot when she demanded things of him? “ya really aren’t making things easy for me, darlin’—” atsumu’s voice was thick, his accent coming off heavy as he drawled into the shell of alice’s ear. with a quick nibble to her lobe, he pulls away, fingers encircling her wrist as he pulls her past the entryway and deeper into his apartment. he makes a bee-line for the settee in his living room, practically throwing himself upon it and pulling alice down with him, forcing her to straddle his lap. atsumu holds her in place as he tilts his head towards her, stealing a kiss “—i’ll show ya just how much i missed ya—” atsumu croons, one hand caressing her side whilst the other follows the swell of her thigh beneath her skirt “—all ya gotta do is relax for me, baby.”

with a sweet smile, he dips his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, tongue peeking out to wet her bottom lip, his teeth following after to sink into the soft, plump flesh. when she gasps, atsumu plunders her mouth, slanting his lips over hers to initiate a bruising kiss that will later leave them both breathless. as he continues to kiss her, atsumu shifts alice’s body until she was straddling his thigh, the hand that was under her skirt now moving with purpose. his fingers tug at the stringy material of her panties, pulling the material taut until it was trapped between the lips of her pussy. “hands...put your hands on the sofa and keep ‘em there, princess. i’m gonna take real good care of ya, i promise. gonna show ya how much i missed ya without fuckin’ this prize pussy—” atsumu pants against alice’s mouth, her breath warm and wet against his face. without preamble he reconnects their lips as his other hand joins the one threatening to rip her panties. his fingers fumble with finding her clit, but he knows he finds the sensitive nub when alice all but melts against him, her thighs trembling against his own as he begins to rub circular motions against the wet satin. 

like clockwork, alice undulates her hips in tandem with every brush of his fingers, shivering in his arms as she starts riding his thigh. with a guttural groan, atsumu disconnects their lips to aid her, all too eager to watch her come apart at the seams. he settles deeper into the coach, bouncing the leg his lover was straddling to help her find the right angle that’ll catch her just right. unable to hold herself upright, alice droops into his embrace, clinging onto him as her hips continue to move against the rough material of his jean covered thigh. moved by her desperation and desire, atsumu takes pity upon his lover and helps her finish the job by wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her down harder against his thigh while simultaneously thumbing her clit into overstimulation. even through the thick material of his pants atsumu could feel her wet heat, could feel her thundering heartbeat through her pussy. just a touch sadistic, he moves on from rubbing her clit to scraping his nail gently over the oversensitive nub, watching with rapt attention as alice twitches and shivers under his touch. with an almost cruel smile, he bounces his leg faster, relishing in the wet smack of her pussy against his thigh. “come for me, baby. i know you’re close, you’ve practically drenched my lap with your slick—” atsumu teases darkly, eyes half lidded and impassioned. without warning, he gathers the ruins of her panties, tugging them until they were taut once again, trapping alice’s clit between the lace, causing her to arch her back and raise her hips. with the opportunity he was given, atsumu guides her body to follow with his quickened pace: a crazed and dissonant rhythm that sent his lover into a whining frenzy. alice was delirious, tears falling from the corner of her eyes, voice hoarse as she sang his name like a church hymn whilst her body bucked wildly in his arms until she teetered off the edge and succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure atsumu unleashed upon her. with a final press of her hips against his thigh, she came apart in atsumu’s hands, pussy gushing and ruining his jeans before her body fell into a lethargic heap in the cradle of his embrace.

they lay there together, breathing heavily, hearts racing together, as one. some time passed before atsumu found the urge to move, and the first thing he did was run a hand through his hair, his lips pulling up into a cheeky grin, cheeks suffused with heat. he was happy. “fuck, that was so hot i came in my pants—” he snickered, shoulders shaking as an uncontrollable bout of  laughter possessed him “—so what’s the verdict? did i show ya well enough how much i missed ya? or should we take this to the bedroom for round two?”

#falconet #ミ★ 《 miya atsumu 》 / * in character #// nsfw mention #// long post #do not perceive me LMFAO #take this pious supplication of my love and i hope this helps u feel better boo thang

[unblighted]

         ― [GORARUS] I know history. There are many names in history                                                          but none of them are ours.

Indie, selective, private,  Animanga & videogame multifandom multimuse, loved by azul. Est: 05/12/2021. ( +18 ) Featuring muses from: Genshin Impact, Demon slayer, jojo’s bizarre adventure, chainsaw man & others

#ミ★ 《 MAJA 》 / * promotion #that's my geobestie they a real bad bitch

[unblighted]

tag dump ?? / ??

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * visage

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * isms 

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * in character

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * threads

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * lore

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * visage

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * isms

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * in character

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * threads

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * lore

#ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * visage #ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * isms #ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * in character #ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * threads #ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * lore #ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * visage #ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * isms #ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * in character #ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * threads #ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * lore

[unblighted]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  smut  /  nsfw  implied  sentence  starters  with  not  so  vulgar  language.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ make me. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ here’s my hotel room number. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you could never hurt me. ❜

#ミ★ 《 MAJA 》 / * games #side eyeing all my friends and rp partners #also please specify <3

[unblighted]

➤  FALCONET : ALICE​

     wait, shit.      she’s being too soft, too FAMILIAR with him.      alice knows it would be wisest to keep atsumu at a distance, especially now that she was back in the area and there was a chance their paths may cross more often now. that, and if they were seen even in just the same ROOM the media would a heyday.       just the thought of that is enough to make the skater TIRED. her pr manager would probably blow her phone up with a mixture of phone calls, text messages and emails– all asking why twitter had the duo trending complete with some ugly hashtag that was a mashup of their names. miyantonescu ? alisumu ? no, no, quit thinking about it– !      ❝ you know me, ❞ or does he really ? she has a tendency to reinvent herself every so often; a caterpillar metamorphosing into a butterfly– only done several times over. ❝ always striving for greatness. wanting more, pushing myself further. ❞ just stretching the limits, alice wouldn’t want to go and destroy her knees again.      the idea of coming to a game sits strangely within her gut. there… wouldn’t be anything wrong with it, and already there are PLENTY of reasons as to WHY she would be there. supporting bokkun or kiyoomi-kun, eyeing the talent that the karasuno with the insane jumps offers the team. hmmmm. fans already knew she liked volleyball and had been involved with the sport before…      ❝ mm, i dunno, miya-san. ❞      but there’s a big blaring reason why she SHOULDN’T go.       miya atsumu. who very clearly seemed as if he was attempting to comfortably settle back into her life despite leaving it a couple of years back, and in such a rude manner too.      but it’s clear he’s trying to make up for the past, if not a little late to do so. classic man move.       ❝ i think a bunch of skaters together at a volleyball game of all things would be a little suspicious. ❞ well that, and alice isn’t exactly interested in having to align several schedules together.       dammit. what a weak woman she is.      ❝ tell you what, i’ll cancel on my coach and come, but you better play as good as you’re claiming to be now or else i went and wasted my night. i’ve got a new program i’ve been working on and i’d hate to procrastinate it. ❞      the words themselves are chosen to show she means business, but the airy tone they’re spoken in suggests it’s an empty threat. the last bit isn’t an exact lie either, but for now she settles back and briefly glances towards the empty space between them before flicking her eyes back to his face.

“give the paps a lil bit of the masquerade magic. i’ve got some hats you could borrow, and some face masks if you really wanna do some covert operations!—” his heart nearly bursts out of his chest, painfully rattling in his ribcage at the mere inch alice gave him then. back when he had been younger and foolish, he would have taken a mile and more; but atsumu knew better now. he wasn’t the same boy who left her anymore, and he would put in his maximum effort to show and prove her otherwise. not one to waste an opportunity, atsumu swiftly searches for his cellphone, patting himself down before finding it in the pocket of his jumper. slipping it out of its hiding place, he slides it towards alice “—i had to change my number a few years ago for privacy—” he supplies as an afterthought, waiting for her to pull out her own device and pass it onto him “—and i dunno what ya mean! i’m always on my ‘a’ game. i bring nothin’ but 150% onto the court!”

he barks out a laugh, elbows on the tabletop as he leans closer, getting into alice’s personal space. even after all these years she still knew how to push his buttons, bring into question his athletic ability, among other things, and like a sucker atsumu fell for it hook, line, and fucking sinker. “why don’t ya let me observe this new program of yers, hah? maybe some perspective could help ya out a bit—” it was a flimsy excuse, if atsumu was being honest, he just didn’t want alice to leave. he was grasping at straws to prolong the time he could spend with her, to have her close in proximity again after being without her for so long “—there should be a rink ‘round here, i think. i’m sure ‘samu knows the one. so how ‘bout it?”

osamu appears as if summoned like the devil himself, quickly supplying atsumu with the necessary information he needed when his twin inquired. the blond knew he owed his brother since he did him a solid, so just this once atsumu pulls out his wallet, slapping down a few bills to cover both his and alice’s meal, and a hefty tip for the best wingman. “if we head out now, we can probably beat the foot traffic.”

#falconet #ミ★ 《 miya atsumu 》 / * threads #ミ★ 《 miya atsumu 》 / * in character #iTS SO SHORT BUT I NEEDED TO PROGRESS THE PLOT

[unblighted]

Conflicting Ship Plots

they are competitors - the same job, the same championship, etc.

they are straight-up enemies - one them wants to buy the land to build a resort, and the other wants it to get turned into a nature sanctuary. one is a defense attorney, and the other is a prosecutor. they’re soldiers on opposing sides of the war, etc.

they already won - they inherited an estate that should have been the other’s, or one got the job that the other was hoping to be promoted into, and they are seething.

they broke their heart in the past - maybe there was a good reason behind it, or maybe they were an idiot then and realize it now. 

they did the other wrong in the past - maybe they wronged the other’s family member or friend. 

they have has trust issues - their last relationship ended in a terrible betrayal.

they have intimacy issues - maybe because of a traumatic past, they feel too vulnerable if anyone knows about their real emotions or weaknesses. maybe they’re a psychic, a behavioral expert, or just the one person who can see right through the other and it makes them uncomfortable as hell.

they don’t trust their dating choices - they’ve gotten involved with several losers in a row, and they’re taking a break, maybe a permanent one.

they believe no one can truly love them - they made a terrible mistake in the past, or they’re not attractive in the conventional manner.

they are good friends - they don’t want to risk ruining their friendship by taking it to the next level.

they are co-workers - they don’t want to make things weird at the office, restaurant, or wherever they both work.

they are freaked out by who they really are - a werewolf, vampire, ex-con, spy, etc.

it was supposed to be sex only - they were going to be friends with benefits, or maybe one of them is an escort. falling in love goes against the original arrangement.

their love was supposed to be fake - they were pretending to be in love or married, or they entered a marriage of convenience. 

they were faking it at first - they made a bet that they could bed the other, or pretended to like the other so they could learn their darkest secrets.

they have moral qualms - one of them is the other’s boss, their teacher, their captor, ex-girlfriend or their best friend, and that gives them pause.

they are struggling with personal issues - one of them is grieving the death of their significant other, best friend, their child, or they have PTSD from battle or some other terrible experience.

their love is forbidden by others - it’s against the rules, spoken or unspoken, of their family, organization, community, or religion.

they are into something that the other doesn’t like - it could be an addiction, like alcohol, drugs, gambling, or a profession, like boxing or defending corrupt clients in court. whatever it is, the other wants no part of it.

their cultures clash - one of them is a rock-n-roller and the other is a  business executive, or they love the city life and the other is all about small-town living.

one of them is promised to someone else - maybe the wedding’s already planned and everything. they might have reasons for going through with a loveless marriage.

one of them is married to someone else - it is some weird legal, not-consummated arrangement, or the other ran away long ago because their spouse was an abusive asshole.

they are infatuated with someone else instead of them - they don’t realize yet that this other person is awful.

they are interested in someone else in addition to them - they’re having trouble making a decision on who to be with.

their time is together is limited - one of them is going abroad to study in the fall, their work visa is almost up, or one of them is about to go on a space mission to another planet, never to return.

being together would require a big sacrifice - one of them would have to say no to their dream job or they would have to move away from their family.

they are a danger to the other’s safety - they’re a spy, vampire, drug lord, gang leader, etc.

they think they’ll only make the other unhappy - they’re dying of a disease, suffering under a curse, can’t have children, etc.

they are a suspect - in a murder or robbery case.

they have a reputation - a materialistic douche, a heartless womanizer, a stone cold killer, etc.

they have terrible first impressions of one another - they might have gotten off to an awful start by arguing over something.

they love their freedom - they always saw themselves as the carefree type who would never settle down.

they don’t want distractions - one of them has a very important job to do, and they can’t afford to get sidetracked.

#ミ★ 《 MAJA 》 / * wishlist #i always rb this onto all my rp blogs bc this has all my fave interactions ugghghghug

[unblighted]

i’m literally abt to block azul for this mouse shit

#// tbd

[unblighted]

being coerced to add makio to my multi by a horknee tengen uzui simp

#// tbd

[unblighted]

➤ WOOLSPUN : ANCIENT ONE​

    a child’s laughter.     eyes the color of rubies.     a little scar at the corner of his eye, a result of being careless with his claws.     she DREAMS of him, of being able to spend time with him once again; of living the life together neither were able to have.     the cry of her hatchling is what jolts the dragon awake, body stiff from the brief burst of adrenaline. her limbs relax quickly, a long sigh flowing forth from her lips. it’s always the same dream; blurred traits flashing across her vision before the sound he’d made when he’d been snatched away is heard.     constantly reliving the event. how painful.     the scent of … mm, eggs and meat frying together paired with toasted bread. it’s enough to rouse the ex-knight to her feet, albeit unsteadily. her back and the joints of her knees creak and crack, the tree she’d slept against clearly not doing much for her body.     ❝ breakfast smells delicious, my lady. ❞     with as much time having passed since the woman had actually done anything remotely knight-ly, all the training from before seems to be second nature. a polite bow is offered to the warrior queen before etsu leans towards the small firepit, honeyed-tinted irises shrinking before dilating in excitement.     ❝ i trust that you slept well ? i believe we’re half a fortnight from reaching the rendezvous point with the summoner and the harpy, perhaps even less if the weather is kind to us. ❞

despite how chaotic her life had become after disrupting the slumber of an ancient one, rumi finds great comfort in upholding her idiosyncrasies, diligent in upholding her rituals before a hunt at dusk. she slips out from beneath the warmth of her skins, rolling them prior to tying them neatly. from there the woman adorns her armor, and to complete her ritual she pulls out her spear to sharpen it with a whetstone until it shone. once satisfied with the edge’s sharpness, rumi departs from camp to hunt. she’s always been a provider, both as the clan elder’s daughter, and the strongest warrior amongst her people, so to provide for her party was akin to second nature for the vieran woman. their rations were dwindling, save for a few loaves of bread, there wasn’t enough to sustain all of them, so she needed larger kills, especially now since winter was coming. but the lands have been near desolate for years due to the war that plagued the continent for years. if they wanted to survive, they’d need to leave her home, something rumi was reluctant to do, but it might be necessary. these dark thoughts plagued her as she hefted the lone buck she had found in the dark trenches of the dying greenwood up and onto her shoulders as if it was as light as a feather. she returns to the encampment at a breakneck pace, hoping to beat time so that she could skin the deer’s hide for the coming winter and prepare the venison before the sun peaked beyond the mountain range. with a dexterity that could only come from experience, rumi methodically cuts into the animal’s carcass, extracting the organs first as her mother had taught her before deftly cutting into the tendons to create space for her blade to ease into, betwixt where muscle and bone were conjoined. satisfied with her work, rumi goes through the motions of cooking, humming childhood lullabies as her mother once did as she prepares breakfast over an open fire for her makeshift brood. she’s cutting into a loaf of bread when her companion greets her from beyond her shoulder, voice thick with sleep. “it’s just venison and bread, oh fabled one—” rumi snickers, passing the dragon her share of the meal before patting the space beside her “—and please, call me rumi. we are far from my home and people, so titles mean nothing. we must eat our fill if we dream of reaching our destination before nightfall. it’s getting harder to hunt since these lands are barren due to war. i had to venture out even further than last time. hunger might kill us before some archmage pandering with necromancy will.”

a humorless smile graces rumi’s countenance before she digs her teeth into the venison she had seasoned and cooked to perfection. she stares out into the horizon, contemplating the distance between their party and it’s missing half. “we should be able to meet up with those dunderheads soon. they’re probably running around like headless chickens, just as useless as each other, bad at hunting too. hopefully they didn’t die of starvation without us—” her worry is disguised horribly by her scathing remarks. with an exasperated sigh, rumi finishes the rest of her meal, extinguishing the fire with dirt and a few stomps of her feet prior to packing up the their camp into the traveling sacks her people provided for them at the start of their journey “—everything’s ready to go when you’re finished. i’ll attach everything to your saddle and we can take flight thereafter.”

#woolspun #ミ★ 《 usagiyama rumi 》 / * in character #ミ★ 《 usagiyama rumi 》 / * threads #ミ★ 《 usagiyama rumi 》 / * fabled kingdom #tw // animal death #tw // field dressing #tw // butchery #tw // gore #ty to all my friends who helped me tag this #my brain is SMOOTH and i could not recall half these tags

[unblighted]

UNPROMPTED / ALWAYS ACCEPTING

↳ @woolspun​ said: BIG ONE🚔 ur under arrest..BIGGEST TITS I SEEN LOL .. 🚨 boops BIG ONE tity huge booby ,, fuck 🚓

“yes, right here officer, this is the one who keeps objectifying me.”

#woolspun #i dug up my old icons for this shit

[unblighted]

UNPROMPTED / ALWAYS ACCEPTING

↳ @valsehavik​ said: "Mirko-sama! You looked a bit pale earlier when we passed you on patrol earlier, so I got you a bento I thought you would enjoy.."

being a hero wasn’t all it’s chalked up to be, rumi thinks as she finishes the tail end of her patrol shift. a stalker was on the loose, and unfortunately for rumi, they knew what the fuck they were doing. it’s a case that’s kept her up late at night, chasing threads and only coming up with frayed ends. she needed some perspective, but with all her other responsibilities she’s been stretched quite thin. she’s been left with little to no room to sit down and properly sift through evidence, much less glance any of unread he reports collecting dust at her desk. rumi was going to crash soon, she just knows it, if she didn’t get some brain food to get her through the rest of the day. with sustenance on her mind, the fifth ranked hero trudges through the streets, letting her nose be her guide. but she’s rudely interrupted by a shout of her name. snowy ears twitch as a familiar voice draws near, and as they enter her space, rumi immediately recognizes the voice’s owner “virgo!—” she manages to smile, though it comes off as more of a grimace. she quickly drops it, rubbing the back of her neck as the teenager continues to ramble “—it’s been a long week, i’m not gonna lie. i’ve hit a roadblock with this case and i thought some air and grub after patrol would help a bit—” but rumi needn’t look any further for food, for the young hero in the making offered her a bento that permeated a mouthwatering scent (when was the last time she had a home cooked meal? not since she last visited her parents probably. . .) “—aw shucks, birdie, you didn’t hafta! i really appreciate it. you saved me a couple hundred yen—” the woman gratefully accepts the meal, teetering on her tiptoes to ruffle their hair “—stop by my agency so i can return the favor, hm? maybe i’ll even write you a letter of recommendation if hawks or etsu won’t.”

#valsehavik #ミ★ 《 usagiyama rumi 》 / * in character #rumi vs hawks vs etsu: the custody battle