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@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.
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
each day ur not loving urself yukako will do it for u
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
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happy friday everyone <3_<3 !
* BANG, BANG ! SHE SHOT ME !
♡ * ¸ . @joesrparchive / @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! ’
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.
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
yukako will kill for love
“ 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.
Juliet dans Paris (Claude Miller, 1967)
“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...