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𝑨 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 💼

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A private and highly selective rp blog for a private investigator. 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 is an original character that is heavily based in the world of true crime. This is a single-verse blog for the time being, but that may change with time and when the inspiration strikes. I do not mind writing with muses who aren't human or entirely so ( immortals, vampires, werewolves, deities, ghosts, etc. ). While Kurama resides in Tokyo, due to his job, he often travels a lot so the location doesn't really matter. Let's just have fun !

portrayed by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ( 28, she/her, Virgo ) | est. September 2023 | timezone is EEST

( ! content warning ! ) ›› ›› 21+ only!! This blog will feature dark themes such as violence, blood, gun use, alcohol abuse, PTSD, abandonment, death, and more! I will not write explicit nsft content here but there will be very, very suggestive content of that nature. Everything listed above will be tagged as: #// suggestive and #𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 — [ nsft ]

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Would you all like a shipping guide for Kurama? 🕵️‍♂️

Yes! I thought you'd never ask

No! The mystery/complexity is all he has going for him

Yes but only if all types of dynamics besides romantic are included

Voting ended onJul 20

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This is an inbox call except the theme is Kurama asks your muse to help him with a specific case. What's the case you ask? Well that's part of the suspense 🕵️‍♂️ Multis please specify ♡

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Update: 6/20 completed I'm tired of this grandpa

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Would you all like a shipping guide for Kurama? 🕵️‍♂️

Yes! I thought you'd never ask

No! The mystery/complexity is all he has going for him

Yes but only if all types of dynamics besides romantic are included

Voting ended onJul 20

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This is an inbox call except the theme is Kurama asks your muse to help him with a specific case. What's the case you ask? Well that's part of the suspense 🕵️‍♂️ Multis please specify ♡

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❝ You know... ❞ Ophelia says softly, her gaze drifting toward the landscape before them, entirely too at ease beside a man so intent on convincing her that he is damned. ❝ My care for you does not change with your choices. I don't choose to be around you because you've done something good, and I don't leave because you've done something bad. ❞

Only then does she look back at him, the endless ocean of her eyes revealing remarkably little despite the kindness that lives within them. ❝ Now, if you were to dognap one hundred puppies and turn them into a fur coat, I might be forced to reconsider my opinion, but... ❞ Her lips threaten the faintest smile. ❝ You do not strike me as that sort of man. ❞ It is an absurd image, deliberately so, but the sentiment remains unchanged beneath the humor.

She has never been particularly interested in separating the world into sinners and saints. Most people live somewhere between the two, carrying equal measure of grace and flaw within them. Whatever virtues he possesses, whatever failings he cannot seem to outrun, whatever selfishness he deems for necessity, none of it asks her to care for him any less. She does not love people for their goodness, nor abandon them for their imperfections. She simply chooses them for who they are.

His final words unravel her composure; her conviction does not waver, he simply catches her delightfully off guard. ❝ Whatever this is between us? ❞ she echoes, the corners of her mouth betraying her before she can stop them.

❝ And what do you think is between us, Kurama? ❞ There is no expectation woven into the question, no mockery in attempt to push him, no anxious pause as she waits for an answer. If they are only friends, then she will treasure his companionship. If there is something else growing between them, she will cherish whatever that may be. His place in her life has never depended upon the name they give it, only that he continues to find his way to her.

A moment passes before her expression softens once more, amusement giving way to something infinitely more gentle. ❝ Maybe it would be better to ask, what would you like it to be? ❞

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Kurama let out a soft laugh at the dognapping scenario. He had to wonder if she was speaking from personal experience or what. ❝ That's oddly specific, and it's a good thing I'm a dog person. ❞

The amusement lingered only briefly before fading into something more contemplative. ❝ It's reassuring you don't have such a black and white view of good and bad choices. But it's also... a bit too broad of an assertion. ❞

His attention drifted back toward the skyline. The last traces of daylight bled into the horizon, swallowing the city beneath softer hues, though he didn’t seem to notice. His mind had wandered elsewhere. ❝ Back then, every choice I made had nothing to do with you. Without knowing the kind of choices I’ve made, do you honestly believe I wouldn't hurt you? ❞

The question sounded rhetorical, but the concern in his tone was unmistakable. For all the confidence Kurama projected, there remained an undeniable truth: everyone eventually became collateral damage to someone like him. Whether through neglect, obsession, or the enemies he'd accumulated over the years, there was always a cost. The thought that Ophelia seemed so willing to accept that possibility didn't reassure him nearly as much as she probably intended.

Then she turned his own words against him, and the tension seemed to ease a bit as he smiled as if he had been caught red-handed. Ophelia should consider detective work since she was so annoyingly good at asking the questions people didn’t want to answer. And he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned fully toward her, slowly closing the distance between them. His eyes searched hers with curiosity once he was close enough, absent of the playful arrogance that usually shielded him.

❝ I would like it to be something unforgettable, ❞ he finally said, an answer intentionally vague. It revealed nothing while somehow confessing more than a 'I don't know' ever could.

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Do you really think its gonna last? You and Casimir? Its either gonna be his patience or his lifespan that run out first, after all. Or maybe you're relieved that it has a time limit?

Mentioned @foolshcme ➥ Send my muse anons about their relationships. ( ask meme / accepting )

❝ Nothing lasts forever. Sometimes people just die. Sometimes they just leave. The ending doesn't matter that much to me anymore; it's everything that comes before it—so no, I'm not relieved that it has a time limit. But I am irritated by it because despite every reason I have to keep one foot out the door... I still find myself wanting another conversation with him—another argument, another quiet night where neither of us says much of anything. I keep making plans that unconsciously include him. That's the part I resent. You think the time limit should make me care less, but it has the opposite effect. It makes every ordinary moment feel expensive. —Oh and if one day he decides he's had enough of me? I'll just kill him. Problem solved. ❞

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♡          — just when she was beginning to think he was incapable of authentic vulnerability , he decides to surprise her. as soon as the words tumble out of his mouth , black brows ascend like it shocked her to hear the words aloud. though kana was sure it wasn't entirely on purpose , more a slip of the tongue. it did make her wonder though. kana had had her own string of temporary relationships on account of her work , so was kurama's case the same as hers or was he foolishly trying to fill something inside of himself that was incapable of being filled by another person ?

“ oh trust me , when you really love someone no amount of time is ever long enough. ” the assassin adds , speaking from experience. then a sweet smile reaches her lips as she reflects on what it was like to be in love , she missed it but she couldn't help but laugh at how absurd it all was. “ sometimes even being beside them isn't enough because you just want to be inside their skin , you know ? ”

it was kurama's next question that redirects her train of thought back to the man she didn't love. “ oh , no. not really. it was more of a strategic business move, everything we do has to benefit the syndicate in one way or another. also my family isn't used to having daughters so i don't get a free pass just because i am one. ” if anything , her father was always harder on her for it.

“ he was kind of a difficult person to miss. i think things would have been different if he was more affectionate but my standards were probably too high so it was never a fair fight. ” the raven admits earnestly. she always maintained a certain level of fairness when it came to speaking on the man. she refused to badmouth him out of respect , though she still spoke truthfully none the less. “ if i'm being honest , i think the thing i miss most is how my life was before … i'll never get that back. ”

with that , she takes another sip from her glass before placing it down in front of her so she could lay on her side , resting her head in her palm as silver gazes up at him before delivering another abrupt answer. “ murdered. ”

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Kurama gave a slow nod. Surprisingly, he understood exactly what she meant. Wanting someone close enough that there was no distinction between where one person ended and the other began wasn't romantic in the conventional sense—it was possessive and consuming. There was something comforting about that thought, however unhealthy it sounded. ❝ I think most people are too concerned about whether I can commit. They should be more concerned about the person I turn into when I'm really enamored with someone. ❞

For a split second, something possessive flickered behind blue eyes as he glanced at her before vanishing just as quickly. He had never been the clingy type, never one for constant reassurance or public displays of affection. If anything, he preferred independence, but there was an uglier part of him that surfaced whenever someone genuinely mattered. He wanted to be the center of their world without ever having to ask for it. To become the first person they thought of, the one every decision unconsciously revolved around.

He listened without interruption as she explained the circumstances of her marriage, thumb tracing the rim of his glass. A strategic business arrangement. Of course. People born into families like hers rarely seemed to own their own futures. 

❝ Sounds exhausting. I can't imagine having my life negotiated like a contract. ❞ The irony was loud considering contracts dictated a considerable portion of his own life, but at least every one of them was by his own design. 

When she admitted her standards had perhaps been too high, he shook his head once.

❝ Your standards are your standards. Everyone should have them. ❞ His tone was matter-of-fact, almost dismissive of the idea. That, at least, was one opinion he held without compromise. ❝ There's no such thing as standards that are too high or too low. There are only people who either meet them or don't. ❞

The P.I. would nod at the reveal that the man was murdered. That seemed like the most predictable outcome, but it’s not what he was most curious about. ❝ ...And what was your life like before? ❞

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♡ - Hanazakiiii ~ ♥

@nvrcmplt ›› ›› 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚❜𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 [ ask meme ♢ not accepting ]

❝ I like the version of myself I see reflected in Hanazaki. For some reason, I'm someone Hanazaki wants to be around. I can't imagine how long that is going to last considering how many times his life was in danger because of me. He's protected me enough to earn some of my trust and loyalty; I wonder if he trusts me enough to believe I would do the same, and I would. It helps that he's easy to be around... very attractive, amusing, and simple in a good way. Still, I can't shake the feeling that there's a clock quietly counting down. Sooner or later my lifestyle will become too much for him or he'll see what I'm really like and make a run for it, but only time will tell. I suppose that's the problem with getting too comfortable. ❞

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●○○ | LOYALTY ●●●○○ | TRUST

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♡ Casimir

@foolshcme ➥ 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚❜𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 [ ask meme ♢ not accepting ]

❝ Sometimes I wish he'd break my heart properly. I wish he'd fuck someone else, convince me he hated me, cross one of my boundaries so completely that I'd finally have a reason to walk away. Instead, he only hurts me just enough, then understands me enough to make me stay. I don't want to believe he's my person. I don't want to believe that the relationship making me feel the most alive is also the one that's slowly making me lose myself. ❞

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Send my muse anons about their relationships.

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Hanazakis' asking for the good of his heart, can kurama stop being so handsome on the dash. 📷📸 📷📸 📷📸 📷📸

@nvrcmplt ➥ Unprompted ( always accepting )

❝ I could try... but you keep giving me a reasons not to. Buy me something nice, and you'll have me all to yourself. ❞

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❛ you got me out of a bad situation back there... thanks. ❜

@starchiko ➥ &. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( ask meme / accepting )

Kurama's gaze lingered on the woman a moment longer than intended. There was something familiar about her face, a memory that refused to surface no matter how hard he tried. He was certain he'd seen her somewhere before. Television? A billboard? A magazine cover? The answer was frustratingly out of reach, enough to keep him awkwardly watching instead of moving on.

It was only then that he noticed the strange man and the way he invaded her personal space. Kurama had witnessed this sort of interaction far too many times not to recognize it for what it was. With a heavy sigh, he changed direction and stepped between them, leaving barely enough room for the stranger to remain where he stood.

He didn't make a single threat or say much of anything really; he didn’t need to. As his trench coat shifted, revealing the revolver holstered at his hip. His gaze never left the other man's. The silence was just long enough for the message to sink in. Kurama remained where he was until the stranger quietly decided that whatever he'd hoped to accomplish wasn't worth the trouble. Only after the man disappeared into the crowd did he look back at the woman.

That face...It still nagged at him. When she thanked him, he smiled politely. ❝ It wasn't a big deal. No need to thank me. ❞

His gaze drifted down the street, scanning the pedestrians around them before settling on her again. ❝ Will you be alright getting to where you're going on your own? This city has plenty more creeps where that one came from. ❞

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"I would like the one with the tiger print ." it makes him feel powerful- don't mind that he's talking about pajamas. "...But the other model looks softer- what do you think?"

@contropasso ➥ Unprompted ( always accepting )

❝ They're pajamas, dude. The only thing you'll be conquering is a mattress. ❞ He gestures toward the softer fabric. ❝ I'd pick comfort. Softer is always better. ❞

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❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞

@primegrim ➥ a meme I can't find 😭

❝ I think life would be less of a shitshow if that were true. Aging is inevitable, while wisdom is something that's earned. ❞

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♡ am i too late for kana ? :^)

@crimestruck ➥ 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚❜𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 [ ask meme ♢ not accepting ]

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ( Physically, Kana is Kurama's ideal type. He's so attracted to her that he tends to overthink everything, worried he'll come across as too interested. Beyond her appearance, he genuinely likes her personality and the way she can be so nonchalant about certain things. The best way to describe it is that he sees her as powerful in many ways, and he finds that intimidating in a good way. ) ●●●○○ | AFFECTION ( Right now, I don't think he's all that affectionate with her because he doesn't really know how to initiate it. Affection just doesn't come naturally to him. Once there's more trust between them and they understand each other better, though, I can see him becoming very affectionate in different ways. ) ●●●○○ | INTEREST ( He's definitely interested in getting to know her better, and I think he shows that by asking her questions about herself often. The bigger question is whether his interest goes beyond how physically attracted he is to her. And if it does, whether that leads to a close friendship or something romantic, is he actually ready to commit to that without self-sabotaging? Another thing is how involved her family is in her life. As an orphan, family dynamics are something he doesn't really know how to navigate. He's just not secure enough to deal with all of that yet. ) ●●○○○ | LOYALTY ( Honestly, it's just as simple as 'she's hot, rich and dangerous so i wanna stay in her good graces for as long as i possibly can until it becomes detrimental to me'. ) ●○○○○ | TRUST ( He would be foolish to fully trust her, but due to how attracted he is to her... I can see him being a simp from time to time and giving her a little blind faith here and there. )

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❛ i ain’t talkin’ to you when you’re like this. ❜ /// Casimir & Kurama

@foolshcme ➥ &. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 (𝐞𝐩𝐬. 𝟓-𝟖) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( ask meme / accepting )

Those eight words made Kurama feel a type of rage only this man knew how to bring out of him. It was remarkable, really. They could be fighting over anything—the result was always the same. He had been standing at the stove, making breakfast for the both of them. There he was, playing house again. Most of their arguments started when someone was standing behind that damn stove. It was like a curse, a plague on their relationship that could’ve been resolved if they ordered out more often.

❝ Like this? ❞ Kurama repeated as he turned away from the stove, his left eye giving the faintest twitch. ❝ You make me LiKe tHiS, you prick. ❞

Without thinking, he grabbed some eggs from the carton on the counter and threw them across the room at him. Whether they hit him or not, at least it would decorate this tacky apartment.

❝ Do you ever talk? ❞ The rest of the eggs was pushed off the counter, bursting as they hit the floor. ❝ Do you? ❞

A bowl of pancake batter left his hands next, splattering across the wall in a pale smear. The memory of their last argument resurfaced. Kurama had tried to have a conversation worth having, only for Casimir to remove his hearing aids and lock himself away like the discussion had simply ceased to exist. The pan of sizzling bacon was grabbed from the burner and thrown into the sink. The refrigerator door yanked open before a carton of orange juice was snatched. He twisted the cap off with unnecessary force before pouring the entire carton across the kitchen floor and putting the empty container back in the fridge.

Without another glance at that man, Kurama marched toward the front door and threw it open. ❝ I'm going out for a smoke—enjoy your breakfast. ❞

The door slammed hard enough to rattle the frame, and he took a few steps down the hallway before stopping. He turned back, threw the door open again, and slammed it a second time with enough force to satisfy him before disappearing down the hall.