forget-me-not.

“ When the night falls I stand on the stairs and listen, the stars swarm in the garden and I stand out in the darkness. Hear, a star fell with a clang. Do not walk on the grass with bare feet; my garden is full of shards. ” original character multi. written by kool whip. ★ meme compilation ★ muse summaries ★ light of my life

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             ↳  original character multi. friend-focused. by kool whip.

status  :  indefinite hiatus!

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Hello, I'm popping in here to post an indefinite hiatus announcement! I've always had a lot of fun roleplaying, and I've built some great friendships and dynamics, but it just hasn't really been sparking as much joy recently; after taking the past month to mull it over, I've decided that I'd rather focus on other creative endeavors instead—-as such, I won't be on Tumble. In the meantime, I hope everyone's doing well! ♡

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♔ 「 @mythlived asked : “ you haven’t stabbed me yet ” 。 」

♡ ❞ Would she ever? At this point, probably not—-however begrudgingly, Nikita did count as an ally, not an enemy; thus, Pyrrha possessed no decent reason to act on the multitude of threats she'd carelessly thrown his way ( with a keen eye observing his reactions to specific details, to discern any weaknesses she could exploit if needed )... yet that didn't stop her from continuing to talk about stabbing him, both to his face and behind his back. Anything more gruesome had long since faded into mere memory, at least.

Eyes narrowing, Pyrrha let out an indignant huff as though she took offense to the reminder. Maybe she'd stab him for the fun of it—-Luca could be trusted to patch him up, after all, and being a lab rat had its advantages in terms of enhanced healing.

It'd barely be an inconvenience. Just another Thursday, really.

"Well, you need something to look forward to, right?" she quipped back as she waggled a finger in his general direction. "The anticipation is the hot part, y'know."

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queen of hearts.

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「 ♡ 」 "Rejoice, for the most blessed day of all is upon us once more! Heck yeah!"

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starlight.

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He'd initially come to the station in order to clear his mind -- to be around people and lose himself in the white noise that was their daily life even for just a minute -- but time had gotten away from him. The sky had once been bright and blue, but now it was scattered with clouds and drizzling with rain. The last crowd of people had come and gone, leaving Adrien alone outside the station. Or, at least, he'd thought he was alone.

A blonde head of hair, bright in the low light of the station, caught his eye just as he was about to leave. Surely the kids back home were missing him, wondering where he was. They'd have to wait just a bit longer, though. Strolling over, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, pulling the hood up and over her head.

"Sorry, looks like you just missed the last train. You'll catch a cold if you stand out in the rain like this, though. Where were you headed?"

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「 ❦ 」 Babysitting jobs took her all around the city, and this time, Nona ended up in an area she wasn't familiar with. When the father offered her a ride home, she'd been so confident in her assurance that if she left now, she could make the last train home—-but she ultimately arrived at the station just in time to watch it depart without her onboard. Flustered and unsure what to do next, she stood there staring at the tracks; perhaps it'd be best to call a friend and see if they could pick her up.

Just as she resolved on that course of action, she stiffened at the light weight of fabric draped over her shoulders and head; on instinct, a hand reached up to grasp the material. A jacket, surely belonging to the stranger who approached her. Under normal circumstances, she'd be far more anxious, eager to figure out an escape—-it always scared her, after all, to be alone with unfamiliar men. But...

"Oh, um—-I'm heading home," she answered, somewhat belatedly. Trying to head home, at least. "And you...?"

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「 ♔ 」 Here's a silly little inbox call! Specify muse if you have a preference, or spin the roulette wheel.

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starlight.

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Cheese caves is a hard sell and even with Pyrrha's offer to personally show them to him, Mutsuki is still skeptical. However, her committment to the bit (real or fictitious), is worth going along with it... even when the conversation takes a potentially (?) lethal turn.

"Soooo... it's not a threat or a promise? Tsk, what a shame. What if I wanted you to kill me there so I could haunt the place? What then? Still no?" He might've been willing to believe in these cheesy caves if there was any possibility of death within them, that always spices things up. "They're sacred caves, if you framed it like a ritualistic sacrifice, you wouldn't have to consider it murder. Making an offering to the cheddar gods or whatever."

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「 ♡ 」 "They're not sacred sacred! I just meant that it'd be a shame to die there." Of course, Pyrrha agreed one hundred percent with everything Mutsuki just said, but she couldn't backtrack on her own bit now! No matter how much the cheddar gods deserved a ritualistic sacrifice; now that she thought about it, had anyone ever tried making cheese with blood as an ingredient before? That might be a fun experiment when she had ample free time.

Blood from what animal? She'd decide that later. In the meantime...

"Seriously though, there's 1.2 billion pounds of cheese down there—-around half a billion in kilograms, give or take—-and you can take a guided tour. Contrary to what the Europeans want everyone to believe, the US is the most prolific cheese producer in the world, to the point where we need underground caves to store it all."

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♔ 「 @mythlived​ asked : [ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more. 。 」

♫ ❞ Generally speaking, Kotone's immune system did an excellent job of fighting off any illnesses, and she rarely became sick—-but rarely didn't equate to never. After a week of suffering on her own ( and unwilling to steal medicine from a pharmacy, if only due to the security cameras ), she sought Luca out and stayed with him while she recovered; though it made her uneasy to be so vulnerable, she ultimately decided the risk to be worth the reward. She had no reason to distrust him, after all.

On the bright side, he allowed her to sleep curled up in the corner of the room, rather than insisting she sleep on a couch or bed, so she settled down while she waited for the medicine to take effect—-dozing off yet still acutely aware of movement in the vicinity. Eventually, the doctor returned with a bowl of soup.

Kotone abruptly attempted to stand up, her legs shaking and protesting the movement. Luca's gentle hand steadied her, but as he asserted that she needed to keep resting, she shook her head, brow pinched.

"I'm... going to be sick." And throwing up on his floor wouldn't be the best way of repaying his kindness, would it? "...so, um..."

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♔ 「 @vulpesly asked : ❝ is that a threat or a promise? ❞ [ mutsuki to pyrrha? ] 。 」

♡ ❞ It'd always been a fun pastime for Pyrrha to make up ridiculous stories to test how willing others were to believe her; of course, most people knew about her love of jokes, but they also knew about the extensive research she did into various topics on a regular basis—-and that she'd be inclined to share her findings in one way or another, be it a written story or casual conversation. Ultimately, it came down to a case-by-case basis, and she guessed that many people searched her claims on the internet to verify for certain.

In this particular case, when telling Mutsuki about America's cheese caves, she answered his disbelief by offering to show him there herself—-that she'd be more than happy to give him the full tour.

"I would never ever murder someone in the sacred cheese caves!" Mutsuki never said anything about murder, though...?

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@tenshujo : BESTIE SPOTTED

「 ♡ 」 "Bestie spotted!"

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starlight.

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If Leon finds no reason to stray away from someone, Koga's not about to intervene. The corgi might have problems with certain other dogs and people, but in this instance, the pup chose to give her some attention. ( Maybe Leon was drawn to her tendencies for loneliness too, as Koga also once knew that feeling -- Leon's help breaking that loneliness within him at points ). Hands rest against his hips as he watches her pet Leon. Head turns with her hands as long as she continues to pet their head. Butt wiggles with the movement of their small tail while panting in happiness.

To see Leon happy brought its own happiness to Koga while the boy stood there with a small smile upon his face. He planned to simply allow the pets to continue until the small dog got tired, and they move on -- until she begins to talk once more. When she turns her attention back to him, Koga momentarily tenses up -- too late, though.

Too late to hide his happiness -- ah well, she doesn't seem like a fan.

"Hell yeah! He's a Pembroke Welsh Corgi! The best of the best! I might add he's pretty damn good of a herdin' breed. Eh.. not that he has much to herd, but he's still great at findin' stuff!" Though, he wishes when it came to locating things, Leon gave a bit of a heads up... That's a thing of the past. Koga's gotten better at properly keeping an eye on where Leon runs off to.

No harm in acquainting himself with someone Leon likes, he supposes. Not that he desires to make friends, but if Leon gives the ok, then he's ok. "Leon likes ya, so no harm in a bit of introductions, especially since ya ain't someone who recognizes me. The name's Koga. Oogami Koga." No, he won't get upset about not being recognized. He's not like a certain someone else, after all.

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「 ✨ 」 "That's right—-the Queen of Wales! It's only fitting that such a good boy is named after royalty," the spirit cooed, her gaze shifting to the dog before she considered the rest of his human's words. Recognize him...? As though she might with a second chance, she looked back up, squinted, tried to recall if she'd ever seen his face before, or even if the name sounded familiar. Briefly, her face scrunched up in contemplation—-but no, she came up empty, and she relaxed once more.

Well, it wasn't necessarily impossible that she simply forgot about any previous encounters; she'd met a lot of people over the years, and technology in recent decades only expanded how far someone's presence could reach. Every now and then, she overheard lengthy, animated discussions about people that those chatting didn't know personally. People like that had a special name, didn't they?

If Koga was willing to talk to her, though, she may as well just ask. "Would I recognize you from the television? I see those in stores a lot, but I've never owned one myself. They're really cool!"

And big, too big to be considered portable by any measure—-and since she didn't have a home, she couldn't keep anything that she couldn't carry with her wherever she went. Oh, and she didn't have nearly enough money to buy one; she doubted she could even afford an old, broken one.

"I had a phone once," she continued to ramble, scratching behind Leon's ears, "but I couldn't figure out how to use it. I wonder what happened to it..."

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Drawn by @N4M0M0 on Twitter

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♔ 「 @mythlived asked : [ UP ]: sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match 。 」

🩸 ❞ Paralysis had more than its fair share of downsides. Being able to puppeteer herself had plenty of perks, such as being able to evade attacks in ways her body wouldn't move otherwise, but it also led to an overreliance on her ability—-in the most literal sense, she could barely function without it; she'd be bedridden with a bad heart, not nearly useful enough to be kept alive ( as she'd been told many times before, her sole value came from being a weapon ).

Though tired from a recent mission, Yume had previously agreed to spar with Rhys this afternoon, and she couldn't take a rain check after calling him a coward so many times. She'd fought ( and killed ) under worse conditions anyway.

It went well for the most part—-the main difference being that she lacked her usual aggression and didn't try to stab him. But then she stumbled while dodging a punch, her ability failing to respond to her command and regain her balance.

Hitting the floor didn't hurt; she barely felt it at all. Not on a physical level, at least. Yume gritted her teeth as she sat up and grumbled curses under her breath—-and when Rhys held out a hand, that only rubbed salt in her wounds.

With a frustrated huff, she smacked his hand away. She didn't need the help, damn it.