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[neoarcadianmememachine]

Send (ू• ౪•ू ) to touch my muse’s cheeks and squoosh them.

[hoshiikuzuu]

aimi: oh it’s that guy I helped from the hospital a while ago maybe he won’t recognize me and think I’m a person. lee: DON’T I KNOW YOU. aimi: okay well i’ll go fuck myself.

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Lee’s not even paying to what she’s saying, he’s too preoccupied with the fact that he accidentally just spilled a hot liquid on someone else (even if most of it landed on him). He has no towels on him, so he can’t wipe it up. Gotta use the next best thing.

A swift tug, and his shirt is off. He starts wiping down his victim’s hands and forearms, babbling out a long-winded apology. Honestly, he didn’t even look her in the face until she asked if he was okay.

“I am fine, I have a high pain tolerance.” Accurate considering he hadn’t even noticed the burn on his chest. “I am so very sorry, I should really watch where I am going. I was–” He stopped when his eyes met her’s. 

He knew her. He couldn’t remember where from, but he had seen distinctive colored eyes like before.

“Excuse me, but you look familiar…have we met?” Grade-A memory Lee.

[hoshiikuzuu]

     Her words went in through one ear and out the other - which would have been fine if Lee were an average person, with an average thought process. Unfortunately for her, he was neither, and a blur of green interrupted whatever it was that she was going to say next. Lo and behold, he was now topless, frantically wiping her dry with the same shirt he stripped from his very back. A strangled noise of absolute shock rose in her throat and died there. Normally, she’d have reacted with more... violently by now, but the fact that she was presented with someone she once showed a very real human side to, she was hesitant. 

     Recognition flashed on his face. 

     And the question came.

     “-It’s possible,” she mumbled, trying to be as vague as possible, “Maybe at a store. Or.. I walk by here fairly often.” Was that sweat. Was she sweating. Feeling things is so stressful that she decided to ignore that awful twisting in her gut and push him completely upright, pointing to the burn on his chest after, “You need to take care of that. You can worry about if you’ve tripped into me before another time. If you really, absolutely, one hundred percent can’t live with yourself, you can buy me another coffee. I guess.” 

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Lee was always in or around Wakamono Dojo. Every day, even during his days off. There was always something to do. Something needed fixed, bought, someone needed help with training or wrangling their young, enthusiastic charges. And Lee was more than happy to help; anything for his sensei and fellow Wakamono teammates.

So, it was no surprise that he wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing when he was leaving to pick up supplies, yelling to someone inside.

“No, do not worry! I will– You sure you only want the large sized kit? We will probably go through it quickly…Okay! I will get the extra large then! I will be right back!”

He’s barely out of the door when he smacks right into someone, causing their hot drink to explode all over him.

“Oh! Oh no! I am sorry! I did not see you there!”

[hoshiikuzuu]

     For however long, Aimi made it a habit to walk through this part of the slums for a reason she couldn’t quite pin anymore. It was foggy, but still ingrained enough to usher her out of her comfort zone. Wind, rain, snow - it didn’t matter, she felt inclined to stroll the same path every few days. As nice as the weather seemed, she clutched the coffee within her hands close to her chest and wished for warmer weather. It wasn’t cold, per say, but fall was definitely here and ready to be in everyone’s faces---

     And apparently, so was her coffee.

     Fifteen minutes. She’d had the coffee for an entirety of fifteen minutes before she passed by the dojo and god was she ready for death to embrace her the moment she felt the collision. Hot liquid splashed onto the offender, cup effectively crushed between them as the tail end of the mess splattered onto her shirt. Prepared to skin a human being alive with her teeth alone, golden hues snapped upward to settle on his face, mouth opening and closing promptly as they fervently apologized without needing to be chastised. 

     “.. Right. I shouldn’t have been walking so close to the door.” I guess. Not that it excused him, but no use crying over spilled.. coffee? “Watch where you’re going next time. You could have seriously hurt someone.” And didn’t she know him from somewhere? It was right on the tip of her tongue... 

     Ah. Right. Hospital.

     “Are you okay? You got most of it.” Best to avoid the possibility of a lawsuit.

[bolinesque]

hoshiikuzuu liked for a starter!

As firm a believer he was in finding the easy way out of things, after several moments of deep contemplation, Bolin had come to the conclusion that, in this case, there existed no such exit.

He wasn’t exactly sure how the lollipop had slid from his grip, but the ends of the girl’s hair were definitely within projectile distance—so at least most of how it ended up stuck there was debunked. Not that an explanation would really help him in this case either…

Maybe if he just tried to tug it out, it would come loose and he could walk away and pretend nothing had ever happened. Would washing it off to continue consumption be gross? She looked like she showered daily, but–

He reached over to attempt to pry the lollipop from her hair free—and unfortunately found that it did not budge. Had she noticed it?! –Probably. “Um… So, what I can do for you is… give you a really simple explanation…”

[hoshiikuzuu]

     When Aimi woke up and rolled out of bed on this god forsaken day, the last thing she had expected was to have someone tugging on the ends of her hair as she paused at a crosswalk. In her best interest, and theirs, ignoring it seemed like the best option. She figured it might be a child - they were curious and it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to her - but when she turned her head to address the mystery person in question, it was a man. Or, a boy, probably a little younger than she was. The horrified look on his face before she even opened her mouth was a pretty good indicator that he mcfucked up. Slowly, she reached back to meet something.. sticky.. and her face paled.

     A fire lit in the pit of her stomach. Her jaw dropped, eyes narrowed into dangerous, predatory slits that honed in on him like tonight’s dinner - and without any further warning, she cocked back her fist and drove it into his cheek with enough force to topple an entire empire and bring God to his knees. (Okay, not really, but she was furious and that right hook is no joke.) A heel greeted the hollow between his groin and his thigh, threatening to crush his family jewels if he so much as sneezed, “What the fuck is your problem?! Don’t you know how to eat candy without shoving it into someone’s hair? If I have to cut this out I’m-” A pause. That flame refused to subside, and she huffed out a low screech of frustration.

     “What is your name and address!” If she really wanted to be as awful as she could, he’d be paying for her hair dresser. 

[ladytemari-deactivated20230318]

hoshiikuzuu

[Text: Aimi-sent] Coffee at 3? I’ll be at the usual place.

Temari sighed as she looked at her text once more, unsure if her phone was messing with her again or if her friend was too busy to come meet her. Or she was just being impatient, after four cups of coffee, it was only 3:10 and her body was jittery from sitting down for so long. That was the price for holding off on studying. 

The poor little table she had seized was covered with papers, notecards and her little laptop, barely leaving enough room for her coffee. She was sure she would ace the exam, but her mind wouldn’t let her rest until she had gone over everything again and rewritten all her notes twice, punctuation and spelling all corrected. 

With a groan she started shuffling her papers together in the order she needed, sorting everything in a way and fashion that only she could understand when it came to looking through them once more. It took her a few minutes to clean off her table to make it not look like a storm had hit, just so her friend would have room on the table as well. The bell to the door chimed and her head snapped up, teal eyes seeking a familiar face. 

[hoshiikuzuu]

[Incoming text] [From: Temari] Coffee at 3? I’ll be at the usual place.

          The incessant nagging from behind her was flawlessly ignored in favor of the message that appeared. “You should be excited-” blah, blah, blah. Work. Blah blah blah. Parties. Luckily, the perfect escape had already presented itself, and an unapologetic simper settled on her lips, “Oh, actually, I have to go see someone in a little bit.” Someone who isn’t your business partner. A dejected expression looked back, turning to one of meager disappointment as Aimi waved a dismissive hand to excuse them from her room, “I have to get ready.”

         Thirty minutes had passed from the time she got the text to the time she was actually dressed and ready to be in a public setting - which was considerably faster than when she got ready for most occasions. It was largely due to the fact she actually somewhat enjoyed Temari’s company - a girl around her age that didn’t seem interested in her family’s fortune whatsoever, wasn’t obnoxious and provided fun conversations. Always a plus. 

          And of course, she arrived fashionably late. The bell chimed to announce her arrival, and it took her only a moment to spot the mess - and of course, she saw Temari right after, offering a small smile as she took the spot across from her. Knowing it wasn’t as cluttered as it probably had been before she arrived, she silently chided Temari’s organization skills, “Did you bring me out here to help you with your work or did you really want to have coffee?” She teased, even if the question sounded sincere, “I assume you haven’t ordered yet?”

[kouxist]

seashell city

hoshikuzuu

    A broken seashell is gently held between deft fingers as careful, ruby red irises gloss over the creamy white surface. There is a chip to the side that is quit noticeable, probably have been broken when it was thrown onto shore by the crashing waves. Wet sand still clings to the underside of the shell where a large, black splotch can be found just near the outer rim. As much as Kou is inclined to save the shell, she discards it on shore, and begins to search once more for a one-of-a-kind shell with no blemishes of any kind. 

    There is a basket she carries under her arm that is filled with shells of all shapes, colors, and sizes. They clatter restlessly as the redhead continues down the shoreline, the cool water rushing over her exposed toes and ankles, chilling to the bone but overall pleasant in the glaring heat of the sun. 

   Eventually Kou’s movements cease as she drops to her knees and digs through a slop of wet sand. A few shells are thrown into the basket, but they prove to be nothing more than the usual — small, perfectly shaped, but nothing that stood out as a treasure. 

    That is, however, until she cuts her finger on something. There is a soft gasp that escapes parted lips as she takes a look at the puncture wound on her index finger. Ruby irises dart toward the hole in the ground where, although covered in a muck of wet sand, is a shark tooth.

    “… Oh.” 

    It wasn’t intentional, but it was something that was by far more interesting than the meager shells she’s been finding. If anything, she could gift the tooth to her older brother, Rin. 

[hoshiikuzuu]

       Mid-September was an unusual time for anyone to head to the beach; it wasn’t particularly warm, the weather was often moody and in half a month it was going to be Fall - but the solitude and atmosphere are what attracted Aimi in the first place. Company was the last thing she really wanted after the past few weeks of being ushered around and pushed into too-small dresses, talking to people who couldn’t care less, hardly bothering to her name. At the very least, she found some respite here on the sandy shore.

      … Is what she would have thought if there hadn’t been someone else walking the length of the beach right now. They were a good distance away, and.. were they looking for coins? Maybe they were homeless? The beach was a popular place for people to look for loose change, right? Whatever the case may be, she decided to check up on them, “Excuse me?” Came the inquiry as she approached, tilting her head to get a look at what they had in their hands, “Are you looking for something? Do you maybe need some money?” It might have sounded a little nicer if she hadn’t looked the girl from head to toe before asking.

Way to go, Aimi.

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Here's my oc Aimi! App is under /app

Everything looks great! She’s been added to the masterlist!!

- knight mod

[hoshiikuzuu]

I woke up and apparently the head mod had thrown a fit about me being accepted into DD because they don't like me personally. They've suspended the other mods because they have a grudge over me questioning their rule about Submitting apps and providing a good point when none of the other mods could find one of her apps. She frequently accepts her own apps so that's another entirely inappropriate thing. I just wanted everyone to know that the other mods did their jobs well, but this group is now being handled by a child. I'll be moving to the original red string of fate group since it's been revamped.