🥀₊˚❝ 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴.

to be continued - cleaning up.

[deluxai]

I   LOVE   YOU   SO   MUCH   NOTHING   CAN   MATTER   TO   ME   —   not   even   you.   only   my   love.   not   your   answer.   not   even   your   indifference.

adored   by   JU.

[deluxai]

yeah   things   r   gonna   resume   on   here   i   prommy............in   the   meantime...........aha   should   i   ask   if   yall   want   canon   -   one   liner   starter   or   shld   i   stfu   x

[deluxai]

each   day   ur   not   loving   urself   yukako   will   do   it   for   u

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ 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

[girlsandfilms]

keiko desu kedo, 1997

sion sono

[deluxai]

@tigrestriped    dms    moodboard

[snickerby]

「Love Deluxe」

[sophie531896273240810891]

happy friday everyone <3_<3 !

[deluxai]

                     *    BANG,    BANG    !    SHE    SHOT    ME    !

                          ♡ * ¸ . @joesrparchive    /    @tigrestriped    !

[tigrestriped]

@deluxai said: ⚠️

random act prompts: always accepting!

in the summer warmth of yukako’s backyard, a tiny kiddie pool has been filled with cold, clean water. mista sits cross-legged and cross-armed in the pitiful tub’s center. his limbs are too long and thick for its size— he’s squeezed by the plastic, neon-tinted walls. said walls also hold in none of the water while crusted dirt and blood is wiped gently from his broken skin.

the sun singes his shoulders and sews frizz into his wet curls, but he stays put, and allows yukako any manipulations of his body for better access to his various wounds. that doesn’t mean he holds in howling complaints whenever a tender spot is touched.

the bright afternoon light and his own hair in his eyes blocks most of her face from his gaze. still, he’s pretty sure she might not be too pleased with his whining. so he’ll state his case.

     ‘ you know, it’s your fault for spoiling me, yukako. ‘course i’m gonna be a little miffed going from spa day at the mall to this—’

mista doesn’t stop himself quick enough before the garden hose used to fill the pool re-enters his vision. he braces for potential bodily impact, holding his hands up in surrender.

     ‘  aw man, not the hose! have mercy on a helpless, injured wretch like me!  ’

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Send me a ⊕ for an aesthetic graphic for our muses.

Friendships & Romantic ships both acceptable !! If you’d like it to be as if our muses were in a relationship please add “love” after the symbol.

[deluxai]

idk    if    araki    meant    that    or    was    it    just    a    thing    that    happened    (    tm    )    but    at    the    start    of    diu    yukako’s    rose    upon    the    sleeve    of    her    school    uniform    is    closed    (    showing    how    she’s    a    independent    individual    preferring    to    be    out    of    sight    as    well    as    emphasising    her    closeted    emotional    state    )    but    as    diu    goes    on    the    rose    is    drawn    opened    up    representing    her    growth    &    the    improvement    &    realisation    of    her    obsessive    nature    which    she    accepts,    but    works    on    whilst    also    mentally    becoming    a    rose    herself,    opening    up    about    her    emotions    to    ppl

[4yuel]

[deluxai]

yukako    will    kill    for    love

[deluxai]

“ spending the rest of my life with you doesn’t sound so bad. ” simp

FIRE    EMBLEM    :    THREE    HOUSES    SENTENCE    STARTERS.

a    study    date    !    you    both    did    not    call    it    that,    yet    atop    of    the    tongue    does    it    lay,    a    study    date    (    emphasis    upon    the    later    noun,    )    with    whom    your    heart    beats    at    peace    with...    it    might    just    bust    with    adoration    !    (    stay    still    my    foolish    heart    !    )    oh,    but    it    is    so    hard    !    sitting    here,    so    close    by    you....         ❛         here,         ❜         begins    you,    the    tutor    for    today,         ❛         let’s    start    with    a    simple    question.         ❜         leisurely,    is    the    book    laid    upon    the    wooden    table,    in    field    of    view    of    you    both,    with    favoured    (    given    by    she,    a    while    ago    as    a    gift,    )    writing    utensil    (    roseate    tinted    !    adored    colour,    reminiscent    of    her,    )    held    betwixt    index    &    thumb    now    pressed    upon    spread    page,    within    which    the    inquiry    lies,    ‘    in    English,    which    of    these    listed    bellow    nouns    are    common    nouns,    &    which    are    the    proper    nouns    ?    ’

permitted    is    moment    for    consideration,    as    unoccupied    digit    wraps    around    tea    cup    handle    comfortably,    bringing    exquisitely    ornamented    porcelain    up    to    upturned    petals    :    a    sip    taken.    how    comforting    !    aromatic    &    sweetened    with    honey,    just    to    your    liking.    (    needlessly    to    add,    made    with    care    !    )         ❛         it’s    very    good,    how    did    you    make    it    ?         ❜         relished    is    the    sparse    break    as    a    mental    note    of    key    ingredients    parts    the    glistening    lips    your    eyne    finds    captivating,    nevertheless,    the    work    needs    to    get    done    !    approximately    is    the    pen    primed    to    guide    to    an    answer,    yet    be    it    ceased    in    its    track    as    amorous    exchange    reaches    ears    &    heart.

❛         i    wouldn’t    mind    that    either.         ❜         truthfully,    are    the    words    spoken    from    amative    soul,    deep    from    within    the    heart,    within    the    passion    of    yours    :    love.         ❛         but    you    wouldn’t    want    to    spend    the    rest    of    your    life    doing    English    homework,    would    you    ?         ❜         amusement    nests    within    corner    of    the    mouth,    manicured    finger    clicking    the    pen    audibly    to    seize    the    attention.         ❛         let’s    finish    this    quickly    &    go    make    more    tea.         ❜         with    you,    i    could    make    it    forever.

[marypickfords]

Juliet dans Paris (Claude Miller, 1967)

[deluxai]

“Living without protecting what needs to be protected is the same as death...”

❛         it    sounds    cliche.         ❜         replies    you,    love    fixated    heroine.    at    least,    in    your    opinion    (    which    changes    rapidly,    truly,    you    do    not    know    what    to    think    sometimes    !    so    many    thoughts    you    hold    to    yourself    )    reminiscent    of    an    end    arc    of    the    hero    seen    in    plentiful    of    media    consumed    on    free    weekends.    all    too    ordinary,    you    think,    with    gaze    laced    with    dream-esque    analogy    as    chin    digs    into    upturned    palm.    you    don’t    think    you    share    the    sentiment,    no    matter    how    amorous    it    might    sound,    it    is    quixotic.

eyebrows    scrunch    slightly    in    thought,    often    mistaken    with    expression    of    vexation    apparent    upon    beauteous    visage.    inquiry    filled,    you    turn    to    face    the    voice    of    such    dramatic    prologue.         ❛         why    are    you    telling    me    this    ?         ❜         almost    as    if    you’re    expecting    something    from    me.    i    do    not    know    you    !         ❛         besides,    what    is    so    worth    protecting    to    you    ?         ❜         you    dislike    the    equivocalness.    what    besides    love    ?    you    want    answers    !    for,    the    romanticised    mind    of    yours    only    considers    love    an    answer,    a    feeling    you    can    not    purchase,    nor    force.    nothing.    nothing    else    matters,    but    love...