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Love Begins

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Misplaced Lens Cap

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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if i look back, i am lost

oozey mess

blake kathryn
hello vonnie
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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[+ I was gonna write a big thing but I ran out of time between work & personal life so isntead have a lightly steamed drabble for Yumi's birthday. +]
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This was certainly better than remaining at the bar and celebrating late into the night with drinks and loud voices, only to stagger home alone in the early morning hours. Sure, there had been times when he didn't go home alone- but those were few and far between.
But this? Oh, this took the cake.
A grin curled his lips as he slipped into his quarters, his partner for the night following after. He was giddy, jittery, almost. "Was this part of your birthday plan for me?" He asked out of pure curiosity as he slid his sandals off, turning to meet their gaze.
"Perhaps," they replied, an air of confidence surrounding them. "Or maybe I saw my chance and finally took it."
"Your chance?" Yumichika echoed, a brow raising as a smirk curled his lips. Slowly steps drew him closer. Despite often being compared to a peacock-
There was something notably feline in the way he moved.
"And what chance is that?" He asked softly, arms winding around their neck. This close, they could see the light, barely there freckles that colored the apples of his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose.
They leaned down, nosing at his cheek before their lips pressed to the shell of his ear. "To finally make the Third Seat of the Eleventh- break."
A shiver of anticipation danced it's way down Yumichika's spine as he pulled away, grin almost wolflike. "I'd like to see you try," he murmurs as he tugs on their obi, "after all, no one's broken me yet."
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Modern/human AU Yumichika as a tattoo artist is my favorite AU ngl. Him specializing in Neo-Traditionalism, Irezumi, or Realism. He's incredibly detailed and the work he does is insane.
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Adding onto this, my version of canon Yumi DOES have a few pieces hidden beneath his shihakusho! He has a large backpiece of a peacock, as well as a few floral pieces in the Irezumi style. Vivid colors. They're beautiful.
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Modern/human AU Yumichika as a tattoo artist is my favorite AU ngl. Him specializing in Neo-Traditionalism, Irezumi, or Realism. He's incredibly detailed and the work he does is insane.
𝙂𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙮 & 𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙: 𝙔𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖
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𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XoJ-Q41G3k ]
-𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐦, 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIAfzZp2AP4 ]
-𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo ]
-𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 & 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dM0ZXiokoiQ ]
-𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 + 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8NDuZnvnfc ]
-𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4AtCNBbONU ]
-𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡𝐬
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCZ2Dp6Is9M ]
-𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲, 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐨
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viOphn9jZtA ]
-𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvP6XLpqvmI ]
-𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐲
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnfumBZQKyQ ]
-𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝’𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5GrxfjuTTI ]
-𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nv9oqihEFnI ]
-𝐋𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐞, 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2seCB54Bv-c ]
-𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S08bs1gfDpw ]
-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐠𝐚
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFwmKL5OL-Q ]
-𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞, 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3j488fXd8w ]
-𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjvgwtSRQeQ ]
-𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜! 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YkkWsLWUu8 ]
-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgy8dKRrI9o ]
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𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮: 𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙪 𝙄𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨
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It wasn’t often that Yumichika found himself frustrated to the point of near tears. Then again, it wasn’t every day that he found himself in a type of mental battle with his zanpakutou. His jaw worked as he ground his teeth together, a bad habit that he knew he should break but he simply hadn’t bothered to do. Instead, he continued to grind his teeth until the point of pain-Which was the breaking point.
A muffled yell that may have been ‘fuck you’ escaped him as he rose to his feet and paced away from where Ruri’iro Kujaku laid upon the ground. After what had happened with the Quincy army, the fact that he’d been almost helpless at one point and almost watched Ikkaku become a zombie before his eyes- it had gotten to him more than he let on. He was third seat now, and yet, he had no bankai to show. He only had a shikai, and a zanpakutou who, at one point, was intent upon killing him.
Brows furrowing, he stood still and silent for a moment, drawing in a deep breath before slowly blowing it out- only to startle hard enough he jumped. Wine toned hues widening in surprise, he turned on his heel only to meet with the gaze of his captain.
❝Taichou!❞ Yumichika exclaimed, swallowing roughly. For being such a large man, somehow Kenpachi still managed to creep around almost silently. How? He had no idea. ❝I didn’t hear you coming-❞
Kenpachi is a surprisingly difficult man to detect the approach of. During the battle with Gremmy, his troops couldn’t detect his reiatsu until he was a couple of miles up in the air on a raised platform. Mayuri didn’t even know Kenpachi had tagged along on his side mission in the Soul Palace until he spoke up. Plus, he subconsciously walks softly, given his past as both predator and prey in Zaraki. He doesn’t blame Yumichika for not seeing him coming.
His uncovered eye takes in the scene before him. There’s Yumichika with his weapon lying on the ground halfway across the room. Did he throw it? Was he being hurt by it? Kenpachi knows damn well there’s more to Yumichika than meets the eye. Ikkaku hasn’t said a damn thing, but you don’t get to kick the ass of a Lieutenant like Hisagi with what Yumichika’s shown off. He’s had suspicions for a while.
“…somethin’ wrong? you dropped yer sword.”
Yachiru echoes in his head. She shows up from time to time, to talk to him in between her naps. She sounds a little sad as she speaks, asking a few questions. Kenpachi remains silent as his eyes move from the weapon to its wielder.
“i’m not the most helpful person, but i’d like to know what’s on yer mind.”
His hands held a slight tremor to them, more-so from being surprised so suddenly than the anxiety or anger that was quickly leaving his bloodstream. A single brow raised as he listened to the initial question. Something was wrong, most certainly. But would it make him seem weak to not be able to communicate clearly with his zanpakutou?
Certainly not. Look at his Captain- Kenpachi practically raised his zanpakutou.
❝I didn’t /drop/ it. It’s more like I… Set it down quickly and left it there. On the ground. Where it belongs at the moment.❞ Frustration evident within his voice, the third seat crossed his arms over his chest with a barely contained scowl directed towards the blade. He could faintly hear a complaint echo within his mind, but he chose to ignore it in that moment. Instead, he made his way past his captain to settle on the edge of the porch that surrounded the barracks, creating a courtyard of sorts. ❝It’s not shameful that I’m a third seat whose own zanpakutou doesn’t… Work with him? I’ve had it for so long, and it was a struggle to even get to a Shikai during the Academy...❞ Indeed, there is far more than meets the eye with Yumichika Ayasegawa.
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Its been a hot minute since I actually roleplayed on here (almost 3 years) so I feel silly for asking this but uh,,,
When you respond to someone's reply, do you,, make a new thread? Respond on that post? I just finished relearning how twitter works so me poor brain is a bit confused.
[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger (ooc: hello~! :D)
[+ Hello!! ^^ +]
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It wasn’t often that Yumichika went out on a mission without Ikkaku. However, new job duties meant new work. He certainly wasn’t complaining! No, not at all- in fact, this time, he enjoyed it! Being with one of his old friends was always fun. Rangiku made sure there was never a dull moment. That, and she made for a great conversationalist. That, and they always managed to spare a bit to window shop. The World of the Living was always changing, especially their fashion.
It was only right to stop and look!
However, as fun as window shopping would be, they were indisposed at the moment. As in, turns out that little hint about a Hollow appearance was right. What they weren’t told, however, was that it wasn’t just one. Four. Four of them! Three of which were down, the last proving to be a little bit of a bitch to deal with. Gillians were normally easy to deal with, but this one just refused to go down.
His back ached, having been thrown against a tree; if he didn’t know better, he’d wager that he’d broken a rib or two. But he knew what that pain felt like. This wasn’t that. Wine hues widened at the sight of Rangiku backing up, quite obviously nearing her end. Teeth gritting, he pushed himself up, and in a few quick movements due in thanks to a painful Shunpo usage, he slotted himself between Rangiku and the approaching Gillian
❝I’m just going on a whim here, but I think these things have either mutated or we’re REALLY out of practice!❞
Ruri’iro Kujaku raised, Yumichika bared his teeth in a sharp smile.
[ @kenpxchi ]
𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮: 𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙪 𝙄𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨
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It wasn’t often that Yumichika found himself frustrated to the point of near tears. Then again, it wasn’t every day that he found himself in a type of mental battle with his zanpakutou. His jaw worked as he ground his teeth together, a bad habit that he knew he should break but he simply hadn’t bothered to do. Instead, he continued to grind his teeth until the point of pain-Which was the breaking point.
A muffled yell that may have been ‘fuck you’ escaped him as he rose to his feet and paced away from where Ruri’iro Kujaku laid upon the ground. After what had happened with the Quincy army, the fact that he’d been almost helpless at one point and almost watched Ikkaku become a zombie before his eyes- it had gotten to him more than he let on. He was third seat now, and yet, he had no bankai to show. He only had a shikai, and a zanpakutou who, at one point, was intent upon killing him.
Brows furrowing, he stood still and silent for a moment, drawing in a deep breath before slowly blowing it out- only to startle hard enough he jumped. Wine toned hues widening in surprise, he turned on his heel only to meet with the gaze of his captain.
❝Taichou!❞ Yumichika exclaimed, swallowing roughly. For being such a large man, somehow Kenpachi still managed to creep around almost silently. How? He had no idea. ❝I didn’t hear you coming-❞
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As much as I can see Yumichika dressing in bright colors & haute couture while in the World of the Living-
Yumi wearing dark academia-inspired clothes makes me way too happy & I can see it just a little bit more. Like, a silk, deep wine blouse + high waisted trousers & a long coat over it? *chef's kiss*
𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙭𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚/𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤: 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝘾𝙪𝙩 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Each step felt like fire shooting through his legs, starting at the soles of his feet, racing up through his calves, only to settle in his thighs, as if that were its bed for the night. Even so, he dragged himself along, cold night air filling his burning lungs with each breath he drew. His side was white hot, as if a coal had been pressed into the skin and left there, sitting and burning away. It was such a good pain. A little smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the sight of his barrack came into view. His room, his bed- where he could tend to his wounds without feeling shame for grimacing. Where he could see the full extent of the damage done. After all, sparring with your captain was either a great idea if you were in another division, or the absolute worst. Luckily for Ayasegawa Yumichika, it was the latter of the two. He had to prove himself, that’s what he’d been told. He’d come along with the other new recruits; Ikkaku had proven himself two days ago. Today? Today it had been his turn. Watching Ikkaku fight had been amazing, wonderful- it brought back memories of their time in the academy, sparring together and meeting one another blow for blow. The feeling of the blade reverberating within his grasp, the way his blood seemed to sing within his veins, heartbeat pounding in his ears. Yes, this was what he was made for. He was made to fight, to survive. Survival was key in the world he grew up in. A hand covered with dried blood reached up to grasp the edge of the Shōji, carefully sliding it open. Distantly, he could hear laughter; other members of the Eleventh celebrating. He, too, would celebrate- just not now. Now, he needed to change out of the torn and bloodied shihakusho he wore and make sure nothing was actually broken. Broken bones meant making a trip to the Fourth, and he’d rather avoid moving any further than necessary. Door closed soundly behind himself, Yumichika took a moment to simply stand and breathe. The fight had lasted longer than he’d expected, Zaraki-taichou pushing him further than he’d pushed the others earlier. But by the Soul King, it had been amazing. Perhaps this would solidify a numbered rank? He certainly hoped so. A numbered rank meant more respect, a better chance at advancing, and a better chance at surviving. He knew his own reiatsu was certainly stronger than some of the grunts that had ended up here; not larger than Ikkaku’s, though. Head tilting, he noted that the ache was beginning to spread throughout his entire body. It felt like he got his shit rocked- and not in the fun, rolling around in a bed sort of way. Then again, that is what happened- he got his shit rocked in front of fifty others. But he’d lasted well over two hours before he finally collapsed. And the smile hadn’t left his lips since then. Gaze drifting around his personal quarters, he paused as he took in the old flowery kimono he once wore. It had been beautiful, well taken care of, and his most prized possession aside from his zanpakutou. Now? Now, it paled in comparison to the shihakusho he donned. A sense of pride swelled within as he limped to the mirror in the corner of the room. A cushion sat before the large mirror, and beside that lay an ivory comb, a small bag containing little pieces of makeup he’d managed to get his hands on through the years, and a much larger bag of first aid supplies. Bloodied fingers grabbed the bag as he settled onto the cushion with a long-suffering sigh. “Shit.” Yumichika murmured, wine toned gaze widening in surprise at the utter mess he was presented with. Carefully, the shihakusho was shrugged off, a hiss escaping his lips as the fabric clung to wounds, the dried blood acting as glue. Head tilting this way then that, he studied the bruises that bloomed along his jawline and torso- and the utter mess that his hair had become. The deep navy locks were a tangled mess, matted and, in some places, uneven. Brow pinching, he turned his attention away from his hair to study the scratches and scrapes along his arms. “Double shit. He really did a damn number on me, didn’t he?” He asked the empty bedroom, staring down at the gash on his side. It wasn’t deep, so it wouldn’t require stitches or any sort of healing. Teeth gritting, he steeled himself for the inevitable sting that would come from rinsing it out. At least he’d had the foresight to ask for water to be delivered to his rooms. He wouldn’t be able to get to his bathroom even if he wanted to, not now. Sitting up on his knees, he grabbed hold of the towels he’d set aside just for instances like this. He needed to flush it first. Kenpachi’s blade didn’t look to be the cleanest, and it obviously wasn’t the most well-kept, given how jagged the gash appears to be. Then again, this wasn’t the worst scar he had. No, that one was on his left thigh, and even now when he looks at it for too long, his stomach twists with the memory. Shaking his head, he drew in a breath before beginning to flush the wound out with clean water. “Fuck, shit, damn it, maybe I should’ve gone to the Fourth,” he muttered under his breath, jaw clenching. “But that’s one long fucking walk that I really don’t want to take. Get it together, Yumi.” Next step, cleaning it with a rag and water. Tears pricked at the inner corners of his eyes from the sharp sting that came with agitating a fresh wound. It took a good few minutes before he was satisfied enough to set the rag aside and slouch, a tear sliding down a pale, unblemished cheek. Ouch. “Tomorrow. The Fourth.” Damn his pride. Angrily, he began to wrap his midsection up with gauze and a white cloth bandage, which only caused the wound to hurt even more, which caused more tears to fall from the pain. By the end of it, he looked a proper mess, bandaged up and crying. Even so, as he studied his reflection, he couldn’t find it in himself to be truly mad. Until he began to try to comb out his hair, and then, reality hit. A lump formed in his throat as he stared at the uneven length. When had Kenpachi even grabbed his hair? Or had he even? Yumichika couldn’t remember; all he knew now was that the waist length locks had been butchered. The hair he’d spent so long growing out, that he’d taken such careful care of- Half of it was cut to his collarbone. The other half was still long. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he reached out, taking hold of his zanpakutou’s hilt. He could hear the spirit whispering to him, wondering what he was doing, what he was planning. He didn’t answer. Instead, he settled the blade on his lap and took out a hair tie, reaching behind himself to gather the mangled, navy tresses into a ponytail that settled at the base of his neck. Wine toned gaze trained upon his reflection, wine toned hues were strong, steeled. Ruri’iro Kujaku hissed as he left his scabbard. The moonlight settled upon the floor beside him, causing the metal to glint in the darkness of the bedroom as he raised in behind his head, the edge settling between the ponytail and his neck. He pulled. Navy locks fell to the ground around him, the remainder swinging forward to settle just below his chin in an asymmetrical bob. Head tilting, he studied his reflection. So much lighter… He shook his head, and the tresses followed the movement. It made a little laugh bubble up. Cutting his hair- that had felt oddly freeing. A smile curled his lips as he reached up and touched the ends. It felt smoother, healthier. Lighter. “Beautiful,” he whispered, a hand cupping his own cheek as he studied his reflection. A tear slid down his cheek, the last bit of mourning leaving him with it. This was who he was. Yumichika Ayasegawa of the Eleventh Division. He will become a seated officer. He will earn the respect of his peers. He will survive this. He will survive.
“He, like me, is haunted by his heart,”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from Tuesday and the Weather is Clear; If I Were Another: Selected Poems (tr. by Fady Joudah)
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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention
[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine
[ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket
[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.
[ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning
[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair
[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair
[ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine
[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room
[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer
[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger
[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s
[ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying
[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food
[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine
[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance
[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine
[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap
[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring
[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually
[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support
[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm
[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand
[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did
[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine
[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap
[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down
[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away
[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours
[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare
[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation
[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury
[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine
[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger
[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine
[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine
[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye
[ secrets ] my muse sharing/confiding a secret
[ bloody ] for your muse coming to my muse with blood stains
[ drunk ] your muse takes care of my very drunk muse
[ bed ] my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before
[ scream ] my muse hears your muse scream and runs to them
[ trail ] my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scars, asking them about it
[ piggyback ] my muse gives yours a piggyback ride
[ jump ] my muse holding yours up by their thighs
[ carry ] my muse carries your muse to their house
[ lighter ] my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette
[ shot ] my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses for aid
[ wound ] my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten
[ fight ] my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else
[ arrest ] your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs
[ hospital ] my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened
[ betrayal ] my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them and confronts them about it
[ nude ] my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked
[ karaoke ] for our muses to sing together
[ wet ] your muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for my muse to join them
[ crawl ] for your muse to crawl into bed with mine .
[ flower ] for your muse to offer my muse their favourite flower
[ gift ] for my muse to surprise your muse with a gift
[ homemade gift ] for my muse to make your muse a gift
[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )
[ serenade ] for my muse to sing to your muse
[ caress ] for your muse to gently run their hand down my muse’s face
[ caught ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt .
[ love letter ] for your muse to give my muse a love letter they wrote for them
[ boop ] for your muse to boop my muse on the nose
[ date ] for my muse to ask your muse to go on a date
[ confess ] for my muse to confess their feelings to your muse
[ sleepy ] for my muse to slowly fall alseep on your muse
Send me “Shh.” and my muse will spill a secret.
You say,
‘We must help each other at all costs’–it’s not like that. You see, with us, it’s 'We must not help each other at all costs’.
But you are so loyal to that dear person you can’t help but fall in desperation for him.
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