archived and moved.

archived and moved to ivtus

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this blog has been officially archived! if you want, you can find me at ivtus

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blog is almost ready and i’ll be letting out the url soon !! this is a call to carry over threads to the new blog, though !! please like this post and i’ll approach you abt what threads we can continue !

[cemnos]

thank you to everyone who voted !! i’ve decided that i’ll be making a brand new blog and moving everyone there, and even bringing back a couple of old muses i had archived !! it’ll take me a while to get everything set up, but i’ll b sure to let you all know when the blog is ready !!

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i’m planning to do some major changes w/ how i spend my time here. please vote on this poll if you’d like to help me out!

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i’m planning to do some major changes w/ how i spend my time here. please vote on this poll if you’d like to help me out!

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i’m just so tempted to make one blog and move all of my muses there and just make it super private and only follow people i who’ll really want to interact w/ me and just ... not really exist as a full on rp blog. getting interactions and trying to share my muses with people across all of my blogs is like pulling teeth, and it’s been like this for the two entire years i’ve been doing this. 

maybe this just isn’t for me anymore ?? but i also really don’t want to toss all of the friends i’ve made away and i don’t want to stop writing with these muses ?? but the fact that nobody really seems to give a fuck about all of these muses that mean the world to me really makes me just want to delete myself

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hachikoes.

     he WAS , with papers strewn , feather on his collar , bags under his eyes on the verge of purple . he pressed the heel of his palm into his eye socket , bringing forth the awareness he needed for the conversation , for julian , and daintily cupped the back of their neck after discarding his pen . 

     “ julian , “ had to be FIRM in times like these , but his lilt was throaty and soft— nervous , as he internally combed through all the scenarios he could come up with , “ talk . please . “

      julian squeezed their eyes shut as they felt his hand on the back of their neck. they turned their head to the side, away from his gaze, and clenched their teeth. they inhaled a deep, slow breath, in hopes that it would drive the hot tears behind their eyes away. for a moment, they sat in silence. michio deserved nothing less than the truth, but … hadn’t they been a problem for him enough ?

      they leaned forward to press their forehead into his shoulder. ❛ i worry about you every day, michio, ❜ they whispered. ❛ you’re — you’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you don’t want to be with me anymore … ❜ their voice was tight, uneven. they knew that it was best to tell him how they felt, but they were terrified. he could probably tell. ❛ i know your job is important, but you’re scaring me, michio. i can’t tell you how much i think about you. this isn’t healthy … ❜

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hachikoes.

     “ … what might we make out of this ? “

— @cemnos​ / sc / ♫ .

      ah … they hated this. it felt as though the longer they sat ( stiff, and deathly still ), the more their skin burned. their gaze was blank and hyperfocused on his hand on the table; they couldn’t bring themselves to look him in the eye. they watched as their thumb rubbed up and down his knuckles. ❛ michio, i don’t — i can’t. this. not now. ❜ they felt their face flush. their heart was pounding. ❛ you’re … you’re busy … ❜

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believinghxpe.

⊰ ✪ ⊱ * ░ ┊ ❝ BRIGHT TRANQUILITY  ❞

                                         ‘ HOW  CUTE.    The supernatural these days don’t surprise him anymore , as he associates them as fellow people wandering about in a world that ( fears ) the abnormal. His countenance only brightening in contrast to the other’s more   reserved !  self. But , he puts no blame on him. Caution is a must these days , as danger creeps about with the friendliest of smiles as a mask. Of course , this was not the case. 

                                          “ Heeeh ~ ? But , that’s ok. It’s just the two of us for now. I don’t sense anyone else around here so it should be ok. ”

      his cheerful tone, though it seemed genuine enough, only sent chills up his spine. the small fragment of him that was still human felt relaxed in his eerily pure presence, but the majority of him that had been consumed by a deeply evil magic was fearful. he kept his eyes on him as a finger toyed with the corner of a page.

      ❛ does it hurt to … hide them, or something ? ❜ he couldn’t think of any other reason why he would have them out. unless, he was deliberately intimidating them … ❛ what do you want ? ❜

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hachikoes.

     the gesture , the BUMP , was warming , deterring the goosebumps that crawled beneath the thin fabric of his shirt sleeves . his house came into view relatively early and he shouldered the door open with lackadaisical effort . 

     “ inside , “ he chimed , “ there’s a— basket with a towel ? it’ll dry them off while we’re milling about . “ he tugged ezra’s arm a short distance , ANOTHER one magically within his hands , and he started toweling bits of ice out of his hair , “ i have some clothes you can borrow . “

      he closed his eyes as he felt the ice flake from his hair. ❛ really ? thanks. ❜ he waited until michio was done before he bent to take off his shoes. he couldn’t help but allow his gaze to wander … the place had hardly changed, even after all the time he was gone. ❛ man, i almost forgot jus’ how much it snows around here, ❜ he chuckled as he glanced out the window. he had been through a few snowfalls while he was traveling, but nothing compared to what snowbelle city experienced.

      he shrugged off michio’s jacket and shook off the snow that clung to the fabric. he draped it over a nearby chair to ( hopefully ) dry, then gently tossed one of his pokéballs. ruby landed on the floor with a squeak, and whipped around to immediately greet michio with a few rapid nuzzles to his leg. ❛ anything i can do t’ help you with the food ? ❜ he was never one to laze about.

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unicercile.

        ‘    cool then.  do you have a seat preference?   ’    head tilts ,  though she hands him a menu anyway ;  most of the tables at the shop open for his choosing.  ‘   if they really want to pick a fight , they’ll be back. then i’ll handle it.  ’  she seems very dismissive of this. ‘   me?  i’m fine. just a bit annoyed , but what can you do about it?  ’ 

      ❛ anywhere’s fine. i just need a place for all of this. ❜ he looked down at his armful of work briefly. with the books and manilla folders tucked under his arm, a table would probably be best anyway. he simply enjoyed the white noise and activity of restaurants, coffee shops, and the like; sometimes, the silence of his office or a library filled his head a bit too much. ❛ ah … is it okay if i work here a bit ? ❜ he probably should have asked for permission first …

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hyoukan.

        ❛   my patchwork is certainly not top quality , but they do the job at keeping my hands warm !   ❜  she gingerly dismisses his unwarranted praise with her customary modesty , accompanied with an unassuming smile as she offers a reassuring squeeze to his hands before letting her sylphlike fingers slip through and away from his .  ❛   goodness , the size of your hands outshine mine ! they’re almost like bear paws , but in a really good way . my fingertips just barely reach yours . if i were to ever go gloveless , you’d protect my hands , wouldn’t you ?   ❜ she jests in a voice touched with feather - light amusement , 

      ❛ eh ? ❜ it was a comparison he had never heard ( or put together himself ), but … he liked it ! ❛ sure i would ! with what i do, it’s good to have big hands. i’ve got lots o’ stuff to hold, your hands included ! ❜ he curled and uncurled his fingers with a bright smile, just for good measure. ❛ can i get you something, though ? pretty please ? it wouldn’t be fair if you worked hard t’ make me those and i didn’t get anything for you ! ❜ no, ezra was all about fair exchange. ❛ i’m not very crafty, but maybe my sister an’ i can do something together for you ! ❜

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happy birthday whittaker !! he’s 613 today !!

[wecsper]

          “ GRASS GROWS , birds fly , sun shines , and brother ? i help people . i’m a freak of nature ! if you were from , where i was from , well— we’d both probably be pretty dead . “ // ind pri sel WEREWOLF fandomless original character written &. howled by tiny .

[cemnos]

it’s been such a wild week i read memo as meme-o just a second ago

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aaaaa i almost forgot !!! whittaker’s birthday is thursday !!!

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believinghxpe.

⊰ ✪ ⊱ * ░ ┊ ❝ BRIGHT TRANQUILITY  ❞

                                          His carefree attitude remains intact , even when he finds someone discovering the nature of his wings and ( inhuman ) self.    ‘ but that was fine.    This one ; he found so different. White wings curl and flap in delight as reaction to his emotions tied to them.

                                          “ Heeeh ~ ? Having my wings out around YOU isn’t that big of a deal. I get the feeling that you’re not like a lot of people. ESPECIALLY other humans. ”  //  ( @cemnos​ ❤ )

      so he had been right — the cold prickle he had felt was an instinct to preserve himself. the grip on his book grew tighter, but his expression remained indifferent and his cold eyes didn’t reveal any of his momentary panic. there was a certain anxiety that came around being something holy, divine; it was a fear that rooted itself in his indefinite immortality. people like that could almost always see through his facade immediately.

      ❛ anybody could walk by and see you, you know ... ❜ at least his own secret was easier to keep hidden than a pair of wings.