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[dangaer]

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━━ a private, independent and low activity multimuse for various OTOME GAMES & DATING SIMS written lovingly by jupiter. (  she / they,  of age.  ) low activity and selective, crossover and oc friendly! all characters not affiliated with their fandoms and are primarily canon divergent. this blog contains darker themes of such as murder and horror related aspects, as well as heavier topics such as mental illness and grief. each thread / imagery / meme will be tagged as appropriate under the tag trigger /. it is recommended you check out a muses about page before interacting in regards to their personal triggers!

collecting the cgs alongside - a-lhaitham. deathsmaidens. furiaei. heartsealed. noctaria. redemptioninterlude. sortilegii. s-talking. yeonban.

         ━━ the only difference between A KISS and A BITE is how deep the teeth go. BOTH CAN KILL.

[dangaer]

small beautiful impromptu update to let people know i have started a new site for this blog. we've been going for about 6 months on the slow but coming back spree, but i've been having a good few series of thoughts that are launching me back!

the biggest thing i want to crack are currently where dynamics stand, considering i've had this blog on a backburner for so long ... i wanted to extend out a soft note to say if you want to break a ship / exclusivity etc then i completely understand, just let me know! i will be creating a bonds page and post just like i mentioned on my other blog.

[todayis-snowy]

But high o’er all the early floral train,

Where softness all the arching sky resumes,

The dogwood dancing to the winds’ refrain,

In stainless glory spreads its snowy blooms.

[bastardbox]

take your time. write when you can. anyone who pressures you to write faster, sooner, or immediately doesn't deserve what you're going to write. friends, mutuals, and other writers know that things come at their own pace. it's okay to be excited for things, but never feel that it means you have to rush. let it take a day, a week, or a month even... but never feel that you have to do something quickly just to meet a "quota". there is no quota when this is all meant to be fun. enjoy your hobby, it's not a job.

[dangaer]

spoke about this scene recently yet refinding the scene has me in tears once more.

whereas most of the other lis do their best to remind ceres she is innocent, that her actions arent her fault, scien takes the time to address it by offering forgiveness. no, ceres holds no responsibility or blame for what has taken place, but learning that its not the case doesn't always manage to settle your nerves / make you believe its the truth. its sweet, in his own way, that he reminds her who will forgive her in the end. im extremely warm over it 🥰

[tomotoad]

[dangaer]

honestly gonna say it she's just as gorgeous, if not more gorgeous, than some of the obey me li's and i will argue till this day she should've gotten her romance route.

[liecoris]

Her head tilts slightly when he says 'close friends' Mukuro wasn't too sure that she ever really had close friends。 She always kept people at an arm's length, sure there was one person who managed to get closer that but。。。 well, he's no longer around anymore, and that was another reason Mukuro tended to not get close to people anymore。

That fact about her was something Mukuro would like to change about herself, of course, as much as she can claim that she was fine living life in the way that she was, that's far from the truth。 However, Mukuro also didn't have much courage in her to change that about herself, this wasn't much of an 'if it's not broke, don't fix it,' situation it was more so of a 'well。。​​​​​​​。 it's still working so why fix it?' type of deal。 Besides, Mukuro also didn't think she deserved to live a good life, so the chances of her ever actually changing anything about herself was minimal。

「I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try and reach out to the few I were rather close with。 Maybe they're interested in catching up。」 There's a soft chuckle when he asked if her friendship with others grew by smashing things。 

「No, not at all, we were more like skip school or smoke cigarettes on the roof during class type of delinquents。 I knew people who liked smashing things, but that never really drew my interest。」

[dangaer]

he understands that well. there'd have to be a limit for what a stranger could come to know, understand, in a conversation made by those simply meeting at the right place and time. understandably ... there was no harm in asking but there's no expectation for her to answer them, either. not everyone has the chances that others recieve, not every outlook can be convinced in the same breath, and perhaps that lone look of confusion should be enough alone for him to paint the bigger picture, the missing pieces and educated guesses, so that he doesn't find himself crossing any unspoken boundaries.

his certainty, of course, is something much lighter; like most people, this woman is part of the city he has sworn his life to keep safe, to protect, the way he had done when he'd trailed off to delinquency at best; to even think about pushing ... invading in what she does not feel currently comfortable to share, he would be going against that, and as such is there a moment in which his silence lingers a little longer than usual, his moment to think before coming up with an answer of his own. ❛ i think you'll be surprised. it gives you much more closure than you can think of. ❜ it's the sort of realisation he remembers having quite well, all things considered, a silent glance away and back before he speaks again.

❛ so, what class are you skipping today, then? ❜ a tease, yet the topic it's hinted towards is genuine, a breath of fresh air to linger back towards the here and now, recent past or present future pleasant enough in comparison. ❛ smashing things without purpose never seemed right, even for me. we all have our own code of conduct, even if some of us found ours repeatedly pushed back in those days. ❜

[liecoris]

「Hmn, no, I am starting to want him to disappear。」 Mukuro stated rather bluntly, this had gone on far too long for her, and she honestly had neared her limit ages ago and at this point was just humoring this "ghost"。

「As interesting as the flavor sounds, I will pass on having that specific snack, seeing as it's already in a trash bin。」

「No, he wouldn't be here now if he had been running me around all over the city about this。」 Another blunt response, but it was true, the moment that Kei would have tried to get Mukuro to go from Point A to Point B, etc。 would have ended with this "ghost" actually becoming one by the time they'd be halfway to Point B。

[dangaer]

the younger of the two breathes out a sigh of relief, yet fails to hide the glare ( or it's intensity ) towards the boss who seems unbothered beside him; it's not the first time they've had discussions relating to involving what might just be completely random members of the public, the happenstance of having to vouch for said man before the police are called and the effectiveness of their department is called out ( even if okazaki always seems to know the right thing to say should the situation turn dire. ) ❛  between you and me? i go through phases of wanting him to as well. ❜ head turns as if to ignore any look of disbelief from the man beside him, said ghost almost comedically looking the other way as if not hearing such requests from either of them, as if any passing happenstance is more important than hearing such complaints ━━ he lacks the plausible deniability for that, but not even his junior can force him as such.

❛  then how about a cup of coffee? ❜ hideaki begins, posture now much more relaxed now that he believes there's an opening to patch things over. ❛  consider it on the house. or, well, on the ghost in this case. ❜ ignoring the sharp switch back the ghost manages to throw in his direction. ❛  if i've stolen his snacks, makes sense i've stolen his card as well, right? ❜

[liecoris]

「Glad to hear it,」 Mukuro says with a soft smile, and then when Dante brings up that if Mukuro says that type of wording within Guila's presence, Mukuro would be potentially be rewarded with seconds。 

「I shall keep that in mind then,」 Mukuro would probably unintentionally give compliments to Guila's cooking since as Mukuro hadn't really had a home cooked meal that was prepared by someone else in。。。 well, ever really, now that Mukuro was thinking about it, she's always cooked her own meals。

「The same cup of coffee in three different cups every morning?」 There's a small laugh to her tone, 「even that would annoy me, I can't imagine using three different cups for coffee in a single morning。 Have you been banned from the kitchen? Or are you in Guila's good graces still?」

[dangaer]

❛    ... good graces?     ❜ he echoes, amusement fading silently into something closer to shock, surprise. it's not the sort of thing he's supposed to be admitting to, his place as the family head strikingly paramount, the only one to have authority for every single space he'd enter in, yet ... he supposes it's a trap he's somewhat walked himself into; to pretend otherwise would undermine all that has been said prior. ❛  i am the owner of this house, they cannot ban me from any room that resides within it. ❜ but still does it remain his lips that part in a somewhat dejected sigh, the resolution in his voice only giving half a story he's certain she can already see through.

❛   sometimes she does. it took me many years to understand that you shouldn't always bother people when they're trying to cook. ❜ or when they're in a bad mood, or you are, though he chooses not to add such topics to the table. mukuro should not have to worry about rules that may only apply to him and him alone. ❛  but it still pales in comparison to the underbosses bad habits. she'll probably be able to tell you how much worse he can get. ❜ the parts that he doesn't see, household secrets kept between one or two or three.

[papillionsoul]

"WHA?! who said you ruined anything? Let's just go back and buy one together! We can have PARFAITS and RAMEN too!" Yuuki smiles brightly, excited over the promise of food on the horizon.

[dangaer]

❛ you really think so?   well, i can't say i was done eating, either.    ❜ he couldn't, he wouldn't; out of the two of them it's only him who knows of the danger he'll bring by holding back, the rumble of an empty stomach in which has never quite been completely filled. ❛ maybe we can get some rice crackers, mochi and taiyaki, and ... ❜ a never-ending list, but it's hard to say his insatiability will ever find it's rest. it's tempered, at least, as he closes his lips in a hurry, a guide of his hand to the street ahead as if to lead them both someplace else. ❛ i think i heard someone say a place over there might do a deal for two, should you fancy it. ❜

[melonroses]

Long haired Barbie^^

[harblkun]

Happy birthday to this troublemaker again

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[sealouree]

his true love, pizza

[blossomingbellflower]

Kikyou reflected in silence as she listened to him. Was it worth showing him that side of nature ? Science ruled this world, magic long forgotten or thought of as a myth. Many thought the existence of the supernatural was nothing more than fiction. And those who proclaimed otherwise, turned out to be charlatans or were made a mockery of. In a world of advancing technology, medicine and scientific breakthroughs, what sane person would believe in the after life? When the world was already filled with human monsters, who could fathom actual monsters?

Such common sentiments and beliefs benefited people like Kikyou and the organization she truly worked for. Her and others like herself, operated essentially in the shadows--with fake but traceable IDs, job descriptions and such.

Kikyou weighed her options, fingers sliding up to lightly tap the collar. She knew they were listening...They were always listening and watching. Did they /know/ exactly what she was capable of ? Did they know her actual identity or one of her many aliases ? Or was it simply her getting caught in the cross fires?

There were quite a few things to consider...Things she should have weighed out before opening her mouth on the subject. But at the same time, she didn't particularly want to hide things any longer from him either.

It was complicated.

"...Give me a moment." Unfortunately for Kageyuki, Kikyou had to get up to retrieve an item from the walk in closet. It took only a few seconds to find her scarf before she returned.

"..Before you ask, I'll show you." She pointed to the collar, before wrapping the scarf around it..in hopes of limiting whatever visual aspects it had.

Cupping her hands, she held them out--and materializing out what appeared to be nothing..was a host of bright, white spiritual butterflies. They swirled and fluttered around, stirring the air and exploring the room.

If touched, they would feel warm and soothing..almost like a caress.

"Things that may seem impossible, can be possible. And things that were once possible, can become impossible. The world is dynamic and full of life..brimming with knowledge and unknowns waiting to be understood.", she stated simply, as the lights were switched off by the butterflies--leaving them to bask in their soft glow.

"That said..sometimes ignorance is bliss."

[dangaer]

he does his best to respond with something filtered; the widening of his eyes, the parting of usually slow drawn lips, hands hovering halfway out from the moment one in which of the manifestations had touched him and he gives himself a few seconds to register what exactly has taken place / the powers that kikyou herself holds, and kageyuki finds himself staring against her for a moment much longer than necessary before his position is shifted entirely. hands now under his control shuffle quietly, lifting before his eyes as he takes a moment to rub at them in place of an answer, as if trying to shake out any disbelief or glamour from what he has seen; it is not as if he is disbelieving, but rather ... conflicted, a pawn placed into the board only knowing half the story only to spend each day met with a series of 'firsts' he'd never truly been made aware of and even now does he sit, captured, entranced on a couch he has sat on countless nights before, eye level to a collar he knows far too much about as the occupant who he'd revealed plenty about makes him wish to keep his mouth shut for once. 'ignorance is bliss', his thoughts repeat but there truly is a type of irony that comes with that, one that she'll consider as such the moment all pieces of the puzzle come right back into play / that the man she has manifested something gentle towards would be a mere extension of the very thing she'd taken the time to from and it feels ... bad, guilty even.

❛ hah! you have very interesting friends. are they ... always like that? ❜ in the form of butterflies, something smooth and soft to the touch, not unlike taking a nap in the garden of the forensics department, bathing in it's ever-warm light. the vagueness of his words are deliberate, a tell picked up from a singular point towards, for all they know he could be talking about a photo or wound, a painting so abstract to mimic the 'unknowns' of life. the arms once before his eyes shifting down, not quite steady, as they end up crossing against his chest despite the way his eyes still glimmer with something akin to curiosity, to witness in the way he has spent far too many years being taught to ignore. ❛ i'm not quite sure the others would approve of you hiding this from them. i think okazaki would be up for hearing such ... 'tales'. ❜ he offers a way out of it, for one, not the type to dictate but rather lead, a helping hand despite the fact going back home tonight will no doubt be a game of question and answer, that he'll have to make his ultimate decision on the 'truth' upon. ❛ who is to say i shouldn't report you now? it does involve the law, you know ... ❜

[faustique]

i am disgustingly self aware there's nothing you can tell me that i haven't spent weeks reflecting on