The fox that watches it all.

[hunting-songs]

A independent, Semi-Selective, Crossover-focused RP-Blog for Senritsu from HUNTER X HUNTER. Headcanon based and canon divergent. This Blog is a Side-Blog Written by Bartmeise. All Follows and Asks will come from @bartmeise!

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[noahsresources]

prompts for muses who are Little Shits™

for all the muses out there who like to mess with others!! mainly meant for platonic relationships, but can be used for romantic & antagonistic relationships as well! feel free to modify any pronouns, descriptor words, & objects for your needs!

FROM THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ how'd you like the fake spider in your room? ❞ ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ ❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞ ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can possibly take me? ❞ ❝ outta the way, i was here first! ❞ ❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞ ❝ hey, come on! it was just a prank! ❞ ❝ i'm seriously thinking about forcing that secret out of you. ❞ ❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it ... ❞

actions. [ SING ] — sender starts singing raunchy lyrics around receiver [ WRESTLE ] — sender attempts to start play-fighting with receiver [ FINGER ] — sender flips receiver the bird [ LAUGH ] — sender tries to make receiver laugh [ LEAN ] — sender puts their full weight on receiver [ COLD ] — sender puts their cold fingers under receiver's shirt [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking [ BLANKET ] — sender pulls receiver's blanket off them while they're half-asleep [ PRANK ] — sender pulls a prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

FOR THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ ❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞ ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ❝ god, you're such an asshole! ❞ ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ ❝ i didn't actually think it was that funny. ❞ ❝ aw, dammit, you broke it! ❞ ❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? ❞ ❝ you just cheated! i watched you! ❞ ❝ if you even think about messing with me today, i will end you. ❞ ❝ are you drunk or something? because that was some of the weirdest shit i've ever heard. ❞ ❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞

actions. [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock [ CHASE ] — sender chases receiver around in frustration [ RUN ] — sender runs from receiver to avoid being pranked/scared [ NUDGE ] — sender briskly nudges receiver in response to a snarky comment [ IGNORE ] — sender pretends to ignore receiver [ PULL ] — sender is dragged into pulling a prank with the sender [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess [ WIPE ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's injuries after pulling a stunt that doesn't end well [ LEAVE ] — sender storms off in frustration after being messed with by receiver [ REVENGE ] — sender pulls a revenge prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

[planetmarsrph]

You are allowed to send antagonizing anons about my muse

(i was gonna put this on my rp blog last night, but i decided to make it a post on here so anyone else who likes antagonistic anons can reblog it as well without borking my notifs)

people are allowed to send anons about what goes on on my blog and the circle of blogs that interact with me, this includes trying to get under my muses skin or tell them the hard truths about what is happening, or even about their fellow friends and enemies!

berate them for putting up with something dumb, point out flaws in someone's story, mention how something they believe is not the truth, do it, have fun!

just be sure that the antagonistic anon you sent is directed at the muse, not the mun, and make sure to read the rules of the blog you wish to send anons to, some antagonizing might be seen as godmodding and will go unanswered or blocked.

[thunderousmemes]

SLOW–BURN SPARKS & QUIET HEARTFIRE

roleplay starters inspired by slow burn love — lingering glances, almost-touches, and feelings that simmer for months before finally spilling over

LONGING IN THE LITTLE MOMENTS

soft looks, subtle shifts, that ache of wanting more but not daring to reach

“Why do you always look away right when I catch your eyes?”

“You keep brushing my hand. Accidentally… right?”

“You don’t have to leave yet. Stay—just a few more minutes.”

“Why does being around you feel… different?”

“I notice the way you soften around me. Even when you try not to.”

ACCIDENTAL INTIMACY

hands brushing, falling asleep near each other, warmth passed back and forth

“You’re freezing—come here. It’s just body heat… nothing else.”

“You can lean on me if you’re tired. I wouldn't mind.”

“Hold still, you’ve got something in your hair—just let me…”

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, but… I didn’t want to move.”

“I like it when you stand close. Even if you pretend you don’t notice.”

DENIAL THAT’S OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE ELSE

everyone sees it except the two falling in love

“Why does everyone keep asking if we’re together? We’re not… right?”

“No, I wasn’t staring. I was… observing. For reasons.”

“We’re just friends. Totally normal friends who… talk every night?”

“Why does it bother you when I flirt with other people?”

“We’re close. But not that close. Unless… you want to be?”

RISING TENSION, UNKEPT DISTANCE

the space between you shrinking, breath catching, lips almost touching

“You keep stepping closer. Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Tell me to back up. If you don’t, I won’t.”

“You can’t look at me like that and expect me to think straight.”

“If you touch me again, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.”

“We’re either about to kiss or make the world’s worst decision.”

LATE NIGHTS THAT LEAD TO CONFESSIONS

quiet rooms, tired voices, guards slipping

“I shouldn’t say this, but… I feel safer with you than anyone else.”

“You’re the first person I think about in the morning. And the last at night.”

“I don’t know when it happened, but you’ve become… important.”

“Why do I only tell you the things I’m scared to say out loud?”

“Stay up with me. I don’t want this feeling to fade yet.”

FEAR OF RUINING EVERYTHING

the hesitation, the trembling, the hope

“If I told you the truth… would it ruin us?”

“I’m scared of losing what we already have.”

“I care about you too much to risk it unless you feel the same.”

“Don’t lie—there’s something between us. You feel it too.”

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.”

FINALLY CROSSING THE LINE

the moment where holding back isn’t possible anymore

“Come here. I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move.”

“If we’re doing this… don’t pull away.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months.”

“Tell me this isn’t just one moment. Tell me we’re choosing each other.”

[hunting-songs]

"Well, what can I say- professional work is expensive.",The mans laughter was low, but honest. Brief, but honest. Quiet and sweet and short and beautiful and honest. Automatically, as always when she was hearing a sweet song, Senritsu tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes- short shortly, just for a moment, just for a breath, to just this once to savour the sound. Yet as sppnn as the laughter had risenf rom the mans throat, spilling out liek the sweetest nektar to drink, he stopped and Senritsu just shaked her head more disappointed than irritated.

"Mhmmmmmmmm, what am I hearing? So me biting would not be the problem for you, but me using my mouth for talking would be? Now that-" , that small smile of relish on her round, freckled face from before was gone, but she was still smiling even if that smile now was teasing and almost provoking. Senritsu placed a hand behind her ears as if she had not heard Ulysses correctly, when they both knew that this could never be the case: "-has a mhmmmmm.... abbandonandosi echo I am more used to hear in those seashanties about you. What are you planning with me, mhmmmmmmm?" SHe fluttered her short lashes at him as innocently as the music-hunter was definitive not, and yet the song of his short laughter was gone and event he echo was barely there at all still and senritsu missed that song already. With a quiet, disappointed sight he young woman let herself sink back into her chair, humming quietly the echo of a melody that was already only findable inher memory. A few moments passed, before she looked up again, even if the smile was tiered by than.

"Does the thought of hearing sirens sing underwater without the danger of drowning excite me? Oh," the young womans voice was nothing but a purr as sweet to the ears as a drop of honey on the tongue: " definitive. I am nothing but a slave to music and hearing songs in different enviorments is like hearing them for the first time all together and there is nothing more... mhmmmmm dolcissimo than that. Nothing against you or your ivory palace, but both would just be a means to an end to hear those songs." The smile ont he young womans face was still there, but her dark eyes that looke din the restaurant low light almost as black as cole had something much too tiered, much too knowing, much too aware about the scars on her left arm biting, biting, biting their way up her flesh towards her heart since the curse: "Maybe someday, when I am not so happy to be living anymore I will gladly let you take me along for some people to sing another seashanty with that drowned wallet, but for now I am happy to be on the dry." [ @oculusmaledictus ]

[oculusmaledictus]

The teasing glint in Ulysses' eyes softened the instant her voice dipped at the edges. It was subtle, but he noticed it. Beneath the honeyed purr and playful jabs was a weary note that lingered far longer than any joke deserved. The waiter arrived then, mercifully interrupting whatever darker road the conversation threatened to wander down. Ulysses thanked him with a polite nod before turning his attention to the meal. "Delicious." He cut into it with measured precision, tasting the first bite as though committing himself fully to the experience. Rosemary, butter, citrus. Balanced. Thoughtful. He lingered over each mouthful, unhurried, savoring every flavor before finally setting his utensils down with quiet satisfaction.

Only then did he look back at her. "You've spent an awful lot of time telling me what I supposedly want." His tone had become almost casual, though there was something calculated beneath it. "Humor me instead." He rested an elbow against the table, studying her with infuriating calm. "If you were to spend your life with someone, what sort of person would they be? What would your ideal companion look like?" Before she had the chance to answer, he tilted his head as though reconsidering the question. "Actually..." A thoughtful hum escaped him. "I'll answer first." There was the faintest pause, just long enough to suggest he had chosen every word deliberately rather than stumbled into them.

"I myself prefer someone docile," he said, taking another slow bite before continuing. "Quiet. Shy. The sort of woman who doesn't feel the need to chase every silence away with conversation." His eyes remained on hers over the rim of his glass, carefully watching for the smallest flicker of disappointment, amusement, annoyance, anything at all. "Someone gentle enough to leave mysteries alone when they're clearly meant to stay buried. Someone content simply to exist beside me without trying to unravel me." A corner of his mouth curled into a knowing smile that suggested he was fully aware of how impossible that description was for the woman seated across from him. "In other words..." he concluded with almost theatrical innocence, "someone remarkably unlike you."

@hunting-songs

[hunting-songs]

"Docile, quiet, shy?" Senritsu rolled the words on her tongue like a drop of honey, tasting every little noise and the tiered smile pulled the left corner of her dark lips up in a crooked, strange smile: She heard his breathingpattern change and how the tune of his voice became calmer, softer, almost gentle. Are you gentle with me?, the young woman wondered with honest amusement and a shimmer of fondness that she decided to ignore: Are you trying to comfort me by teasing me? The young woman shaked her head slowly, her hair rustling like a red veil. "Oh, now that sounds mhmmmmmmm" the cornerof her mouths felt as heavy as the scarpattern pressing into her skin and still she smiled: "-assai boring. Docile, quiet, shy? That sounds like you prefer a dog following you around than a person to talk with. I would say a cat, but cats are never docile and always know when to speak their mind as forte as possible . But who am I to judge, if that is the song you want to sing without lying-" She had turned the hand her chin was leaned on to the side to tap her short gnarled fingers against her ear in a very much knowing melody, showing that she was definitive hearing if he was lying and definitive hearing that he above anything just wanted to tease her: "-than I will not judge that. To each their own song to sing." Ulysses enjoyed his food audibly by the dance of his hands holding the utensils, by his heartbeat singing, by his insides working the food through his body- yet for senritsu it was only a nice meal: Nice, because iot was balanced. Nice becaus eit was harmonized. Nice because the wine fit perfectly to the palette of tastes. She would have liked more to love that meal: she would have liked a kick of spice that would make her flinch, she would have liked a spark of something that would not fit into the food to make her perk up, she would have liked a contrast like red wine served to fish or white wine served with game-meat. This was harmonized and good. Boringly harmonized and good. Boring and normal and too fitting and too harmonized and too perfect.

"But as you were so mhmmmm.... brave to tell me your afflitto tastes so nettamente, how cruel would I be to leave you so flustered on your own?" , nimble as a drummerstick Senritsu turned the fork in her small hand to point it at the other: "I assai love to solve mysteries. I do not like to leave things that interest me alone and usually the people I adore interest me oh so much. I want to go to the farest corner of the fieramente world and see its wonders and I want someone who is just as curious to come with me. I would love that person to be loud and curious and stubborn and passionate- I want them to be so apassionato about their own search that they leave me for a time to go on their own journey, but than eventually find me again to tell me all about what they had found while I can sit there and be amazed at the most mhmmmmm....dolcissimo sound of their voice and heartbeat singing to me about their interests and passions. I love people who love themselfs and follow their dreams and watching them do just that, even if it is not by my side, makes loveing them just somuch more...mhmmmm dolce." There was a shimmer of a tease in the young womans dark eyes as she listened for the others reaction while nibbling at the edge of her wineglass. [ @oculusmaledictus ]

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

once my friend made a drink he called turpentine that tasted like every worst college night out rolled into one and felt like getting whacked in the head with a hammer, and I woke up in my own apartment with my phone wallet keys clothes and absolutely zero memory of the night before, and when I checked my watch I'd walked over 60k steps.

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

60k steps in the middle of the night in heels for reasons entirely unknown to me. what was I doing. where did I go. where did I come from. cotton eye joe. or whatever.

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

people are theorizing what happened so here's what I know:

the club we went to closed at 2am and 45kish steps were after 2am, meaning I wasn't still dancing at the club. we got there at 11:30pm. I don't know when we left.

none of us had any charges on our cards or venmos after getting into the club and none of us were missing cash

we all woke up with all our things and no injuries except some bruises (to be expected from a night out)

I woke up smelling like salt water which would make me think I'd ended up in the ocean(??) except my hair was still straight, none of my things were water damaged, and I was completely dry

from our camera rolls we know we were all together until around 4am, but not where we were because they're all too dark to see, which is fucking weird because we live in a city with tons of lights all night

I didn't wake my roommates up when coming home, managed to take out my contacts, cooked mac n cheese, and passed out on the living room floor

me and everyone else who'd been wearing heels had crazy blisters

my friend found a bunch of rocks in his pockets

two of my guy friends were wearing each other's shirts when they woke up (in their separate apartments)

we all got back to our apartments around 6am which we know for a fact because we all texted pictures of ourselves being home safe to the group chat, so being unbelievably hammered didn't stop us from having enough common sense to make sure we were all okay

if we'd been able to sherlock holmes together what happened it'd just be a funny night out but the fact we all have no fucking clue means we have conspiracy theories about it. and we don't let my friend make turpentine anymore.

[crazyneutral]

OP went dancing with the 12 dancing princesses pass it on

[hunting-songs]

Ooc: Mini hiatus. grandma is not feeling well abd has spastic coughes. Sounds like me when i had pheunemia. Wish us luck, please.

[hunting-songs]

🩷 Bad Date - Have there been any bad dates or embarrassing bungles? What happened? 🩵 Appearance - What physical traits do they find most attractive in others? What do they consider their best physical assets?

🩷Bad Date - Have there been any bad dates or embarrassing bungles? What happened?

Senritsu is in general, a not especially romantic person. Or more accurately, she has a very romantic view on friendship and there is nothing she would do with a lover she would not do with a good friend. She is very aware that her occupation is no allowing much romance and she is also aware that she can not offer much to her partner. However, she is also very much a flirt and if her partner wants to she will not only leave flirty massages (voicemails in her case) and drag them on a weekend trip hiking. For her spending time watching netflix with her partner while eating sandwhiches is just as romantic as other people going on a romantic date. So she will prefer to go on a date in places like a small pub so they could talk and have a good hearthy meal or to a jazz-bar to dance for a evening. If she knows a person better, she would love to show them her work by showing them places she had helped discover and bring them along on a hike or lead around one of the museums for which she is working as a restorer. Her work is her life and if she shares it with someone, she holds that person dearly.

There are not many stories about Senritsu having awkward or bad dates, because she is in general not dating much due to her very unromantic views on dating. However, the most awkward dates would be, when she had been on dates that she had ony precieved as a friends outing without realizing in the slightest that the other person wanted the moment to be seen as romantic. It was awkward, but mostly Senritsu felt guilty for not giving the other person what they wished from her. To her shame: such dates of which she had not realized that she was on a date, had happend more than once. However since she had been cursed Senritsu had not been on dates and by now she would very much notice when the other person had romantic interest in her due to her keen hearing.

🩵Appearance - What physical traits do they find most attractive in others? What do they consider their best physical assets?

Senritsu is in general attracted to muscular, big men and women (and she is very aware that this is a result because her father was a very big and muscular man and she always felt safe and happy with him as a child , but she is going to keenly ignore that aspect of her attraction as a grown adult now. She likes that about some people, no deeper meaning there to find. Not at all.) , but above anything else Senritsu is a artist and she loves watching a preformance. Especially preformances going after gender stereotypes and norms or even someone preforming gender in a nonbinary way. What is most attractive to her is the preformance and the persons confident in how they preform so she is just happily and in utter awe enjoying the beauty of the show in that manner.So while she might on first look enjoys looking at very tall, muscular people, if there is a person who enjoys their body and shows them enjoying their looks and playing with their looks they could be still the skinniest twig of a person and Senritsu would still find them amazingly attractive.

In Itachis case, he might has a very beautiful face, but for now Senritsu had only seen him in his work-gear and on duty so she is recognizing that he is a beautiful person, but as he is not exactly experimenting with any look on himself or showing unapolegetic what kind of person he is (or showing that he is a person past his work as a shinobi) she is not recognizing him as especially attractive to herself in the manners of looks. He looks boring for her.

[hunting-songs]

He trusted her. This fact was a sweet song dancing on the aidubly way she heard the corner of his eyes crincle when he smiled.

He liked to share with her. This fact was audibly in the whisper of his heartbeat that was so wuiet it sounded more like a comfortable humm than a rhythmic throbbing. He liked to spend his time with her. This fact was ausibly in the way his clothes shifted as he sat down- not crouching like a cat ready to jump on a prey, but relaxed, comfortable, almost cozy.

Senritsu had tilted her head to the side and even when her eyes wandered elsewhere- to the other small tables that were mostly left alone, to the only other visitors that had sat away from them as far as possible to talk as quietly as possible but still so very loud for her, to the waiter softly singing to themself while cleanign drinking-glasses behind the counter- she did lsitened to Itachi with a quiet smile like one would listen with a quiet smile to their favorite song.

"Well, before I tell you what you will drink now-" With a amused chuckle dancing sweet liek a song on her lips Senritsu leaned back carefully but still flicnhed a little when her back sended a sting of ache up her spine over the sudden movement. She laughed quietly over her bones that felt like the bones of the old woman she would only be in a few decades: "In a habourtown I once traveled through there had been set a citylaw: The people of every household would be allowed to burn any indriegent to make alcohol unless there would be a famine knocking on their citydoor.There never had been a single famine in the citys history, so the people got mhmmmmm.. assai happy and assai creative." Elegenat like a dancer she rolled her wrist, making the alcohol in her glass swirl beautifully like a veil.

"Which are a lot of words for saying that this is just Korn, because its burned from graincorns." Chuckling in all good humor Senritsu just winked teasingly past the edge of her glass and than emptied her glass in just one gulp that burned its way down into her stomach hotly. But it did not burned unfamiliar and not painfully at all, so the young woman just refilled her glass nonchalantly with the familair ease of someone who had spend one too many evenings in bars as a young woman. [ @kiigan ]

[kiigan]

It's the little things that most people took for granted.

ㅤBeing offered a glass of something, that should never be a source of worry in such context, right? No matter the content, if it is shared in the context of celebration and a good time together, it should never be suspected of? And yet, for someone with his training, nothing was ever simple. What if it was poisoned? What if it was laced with whatever kind of drug that would muddle the mind and dull the senses? What if—

That he could settle the what ifs aside in her company, it was a blessing that no word could truly express. Trust her to do whatever she pleases, he won't refuse.

ㅤ«I've heard it said that limitation breeds creativity, and more than once... but the opposite, never before. What a life that village must be living.»

ㅤHis interest in the story was genuine, however. Even shinobi could not brag of knowing the entire world, with how vast it was, and to hear tales and lore of distant lands — even brief, humorous ones like this — it was always of Itachi's liking. It had him wondering, even, what sort of ungodly mixtures those villagers were brewing using the most unlikely ingredients. Cinnamon and straw, perhaps? Vinegar and lily petals? Watermelon cubes and almonds? All of those sounded abhorrent in his mind, good thing he was not the one in charge. Or maybe the ideas popping up were so unorthodox exactly because he could already feel the cloud of haze softly wrapping itself around his brain, who knew. Drinking strong liquor like water was one thing, the tolerance to go along with it was a completely different talent; one he did not possess, but hey. It was certainly not about to stop him.

«Graincorns,»

ㅤTurns out it was nothing all that astonishing, and the anticlimax pushed his smile a tad-bit wider; made him even snicker softly. His next sip was slower and definitely more deliberate, as he let the liquid rest inside his mouth for a moment, touch every inch, before swallowing. Offering it the attention it deserved, trying to untangle the flavor. Didn't really work out too well, but at least he tried.

ㅤ«Can't really tell much of a difference, alas, but I only have myself to blame for it. Depending on the day, if you blindfold me and feed me a peach after a potato, I will struggle to distinguish one from the other.»

[hunting-songs]

Like a curious owl Senritsu tilted her head to the side as she listened to Itachis reaction to the alcohol. She blinked one time, two times, three times. And than she just refilled his glass with a nimble gesture that looked so easy and comfortable as if it was a well-trained dance move that had became as normal as breathing: "Mhmmmmmmm, does that mean you have not a keen sense of taste? Mhmmmmmmmm.. barocco. I would have sworn a venusto gentleman like you, would be able to pick the finest echoes of taste from a meal with just a teaspoon to taste." SHe would ahve sworn that a shinobi would ahve been trained to detect the slightest wisps of tastes in a meal to test for poisons, but eventually this might also was just folklore for people like her to scare them away from interacting with shonobi and keep this group as mysterious and dangerouse in stories as possible. Mysterys and secrets helped a lot to build up a legend. As much for shinobi as for musicpieces that should not exist. Without her wanting to Senritsu shifted the way she was sitting and stopped leaning on he rleft arm where the scars beneath the bendage started to throb, throb, throb like the heartbeat of an annoyed animal irritated by beeing ignored for too long and now ready to bite to get the proper attention back.

"Usually Corn is mixed with other alcohols for the taste- gingerwater with sugar and Corn, Corn with sweet syrupe and milk, or Corn with beer..." she tilted her head from one side to another thoughtfully and thought for herself that she never had liked alcohol for the taste: She had loved whiskey as a teenager, because it had been Asks favorite drink; she had loved Corn as a adult, because it was easy to make her friends and herself drunk and lifted the mood; and she liked beer now, because it was beer she usually drank with the kitchenstaff at the end of the day when the daimyo had retrieved to their rooms and the castle started to fall asleepwith only the staff still awake and working like the ever beating heart of a resting body when the mind was dreaming. She wondered what alcohool Itachi preferred to drink while she emptied another small glass and refilled it again with the echo of the burning sensation still on her tongue. There was a certaine warmth spreading in her chest, and Senritsu pulled the sleeves of her yukata up her elbows nonchalantly and used her free hand not holding her glass to wave some air into her face that felt warm and blushing as if she was the giddy little girl she had not been in over a decade. She laughed in all good humor over this image- she was not a girl and not giddy, yet still, it was good to be here, it was fun to be here, it was fun to be in itachis company: "What is your favorite taste, Itachi, mhmmmmm? Do you have one or does everything tastes the same for you, mhm?" [ @kiigan ]

[hunting-songs]

🗣

Send 🗣 for my muse to blurt out the first thing they think of when they see your muse.

"Dolcissimo.", the young womans short fingers tapped a light, playful melody against her chin as she looked up to the other with dark eyes.

She chuckled in all good humor and lifted a hand to let it dance through the air to the melodic sound of her own voice that was a tad too playful to not be teasing. "It is a italian term used in music for describing a note that is very sweet, very soft, and very gently. Just like you are always very sweet, very soft and very gently." Her han dstopped its dance; short fingers tapped agaisnt her dark lips that curled up in a smile and showed her crooked teeth in all their not so glorious beauty. There was something sly in her smile, something sharp, something knowing. Something that looked like from a cat with their mouse between their little paws and therefor Senritsus voice also sounded just like the purr of a cat playing with a little, helpless mouse: "Like your eyes are mhmmm... assai dolcissimo, your touch is assai dolcissimo, your voice is assai dolcissimo, your heartbeat singing for me the most dolce lovesong, your steps are assai docossimo, "Senritsus .aughter as melodic as a song was in the same way just too knowing: "Mhmmmm...and the sound of your blood shooting to your cheeks to blush right now is mhmmmmmm... assai dolcissimo." [ @bewitchingbaker ]

[hunting-songs]

🗣

Send 🗣 for my muse to blurt out the first thing they think of when they see your muse.

"Susurration, naturally." , tilting her head from one side to another like a thoughtful bird Senritsu let her small hands sway through the air after the music only she could hear. Her hands stopped their dance and instead she pointed a short, gnarled finger at Ulysses.

' Its a word hat developted from the Latin verb 'susurrare´ , which translates to mhmmmm... whispering. It is also the term used to describe the sound of the waves. Which naturally is what you sound like- your rustling voice, your clothes rustling on your skin, your hair rustling around your shoulders, your feet moving over the floor soft like a wave, your heartbeat singing for me when we talk. They all are mhmmmmmm... docissimo Susurrations." there was a amused shimmer in the young womans dark eyes- a amused sly shimmer, a teasingly amused shimmer, a shimmer like a wisp in a dark forest planning to lead a lonely wanderer in circles for fun.

"Mhmmmmmmm...", biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing, Senritsu just winked up to the man: " I know it is assai uncreative to tell a person living in the sea that they sound like the sea, but by all means, heartbeats don´t lie. Yours does not, at least." [ @oculusmaledictus ]

[hunting-songs]

“I’ve got you”

Send “I’ve got you”  to carry my injured & nearly unconscious muse!

"....I know", Senritsus answer was nothing but a whisper that promptly was swallowed like by an eager mouth by the sound of the rain falling hard like iron bulletd through the canopy of leaves above with too many holes. A whisper eagerly swallowed by the squelching singsang of damp, muddy grass groaning beneath Kakashis sandals. A whisper already swallowed by Kakashis breathing so close to her ear with her cheek resting on his shoulder and her chest pressed against his back the way he was carrying her like a child on his back. Senritsu wondered. Senritsu wondered why he was carrying her. Senritsu wondered. Senritsu wondered where the others were. Senritsu wondered. Senritsu wondered why she coulnd´t move. Senritsu wondered. Senritsu wondered why breathing hurted. Senritsu wondered. Opnening one eye felt so exhausting it might as well was her lifiting weights, yet still she did opned an eye only to be greeted by the deep grey veil the rain had wrapped the forest around them in. The trees were grey, the leafs above their heads were grey, the rain was grey and wet, the grass turned into mudd was grey; and Senritsu wondered. Senritsu wondered when it had started to rain when before there had been sunshine. Senritsu wondered.

"...I can hear you close" Kakashis steps were uneven, he was audibly trying to not lean on his left foot so much that one half of steps sounded heavy and the other steps were nothing but a whisper against the dark grass beneath. He limped heavily which turned his walking into something that felt as if Senritsu was laying in a warm, save cradle: swaying, swaying, swaying from one side to another. She wondered. She wondered why he was limping.She wondered. She wondered why he had to carry her. She wondered.She wondered why everything hurt and everytime Kakashi swayed to the side she felt this movement like a broiling iron stabbing from her left hand all the way up to her heart.She wondered.She wondered.She wondered.

She wondered why she heard only both their heartbeats when they had been in a group before. [ @howlingthunder ]

[hunting-songs]

When Ulysses leaned forward, so did Senritsu by leaning on her elbows and listening to her hair falling like red silk over her shoulder down to her collar. Yet she did not lowered her voice and did not leaned forward to hear the mans voice more clearly- in fact Ulysses could ahve whispered standing on the other side of the room and she still would have been able to hear him as clear as if he was talking to her face- but there was something playful in her movement as if she was a cat playing with the mouse caught between her paws.

"Mhmmmm... tell you, what you want?" Senritsus dancing hand stopped and she started to tap a light, playful, very much teasing melody agaisnt her own chin: " I do not want to step on your toes, but usually I am actually payed for my ability and as much ivory you have in your underwater palasts those seashanties sing of, I doubt you have the pocket-money to pay a mhmmmmmmmm... allegramente professional Hunters salary.", She winked at him over the table between them in all good humor, yet also a tad too playful to not be actually aiming to annoy him a little. Senritsu leaned back again when Ulysses tapped his knucle against the glass almost as if she was flinching back. Instead, just for a moment, the young woman focused on the restaurants noises aorund them: The waiter walking slowly through the rooms dimmed lights like through sluggish running water, the busy kitchen roaring past closed doors, the waves of conversations sweeping towards her. Senritsu departed from those noises as if she was departing from old friends to turn to a not so joyful journey- with a sigh and a somewhat tiered smile that was only there for a second. "So to put not such a mhmmmmm... disperato pressure on your drowned wallet, lets not use my ability and let me deduct: for now I can say, that I am not some dolcissimo maiden walking around a beach, so you do not want to kidnap me to take me to that underwater palast." , the musician purred this wordds sweetly: "Which I also would not recommend, because I might bite. Is that wrong or right?" [ @oculusmaledictus ]

[oculusmaledictus]

Ulysses laughed then, an actual laugh rather than one of those carefully measured smiles he handed out to strangers. It was brief, but genuine. "My drowned wallet?" he repeated. "That is cruel. Here I was thinking I had cultivated an image of unimaginable wealth. Entire songs written about my palace, and still I cannot afford one hunter."

He rested his chin lightly against his knuckles and regarded her with open amusement. The woman had a talent for turning every conversation into a game and then acting surprised when people played along. He suspected she knew exactly how irritating she was being. Worse, he suspected she enjoyed it.

When she reached her conclusion, he considered it for a moment with all the seriousness of a magistrate delivering a verdict.

"No," he said at last. "That part is wrong." His smile widened. "It isn't because you might bite. It's because anyone foolish enough to kidnap you would spend the entire journey listening to you explain why it was a terrible plan." He lifted his glass toward her. "And by the time they reached the underwater palace, they'd be apologizing for the inconvenience and arranging your transportation home."

His eyes narrowed slightly with amusement. "Though for what it's worth, I never took you for a maiden. The sharp teeth were a clue."

He took a drink before adding, almost casually, "the more interesting question is why you're so certain I would want to kidnap you in the first place. That sounds suspiciously like wishful thinking, Senritsu. Does the thought of it perhaps... excite you?" Ulysses felt it would be fun to tease her, as he was intrigued with how she might answer.

@hunting-songs

[hunting-songs]

"Well, what can I say- professional work is expensive.",The mans laughter was low, but honest. Brief, but honest. Quiet and sweet and short and beautiful and honest. Automatically, as always when she was hearing a sweet song, Senritsu tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes- short shortly, just for a moment, just for a breath, to just this once to savour the sound. Yet as sppnn as the laughter had risenf rom the mans throat, spilling out liek the sweetest nektar to drink, he stopped and Senritsu just shaked her head more disappointed than irritated.

"Mhmmmmmmmm, what am I hearing? So me biting would not be the problem for you, but me using my mouth for talking would be? Now that-" , that small smile of relish on her round, freckled face from before was gone, but she was still smiling even if that smile now was teasing and almost provoking. Senritsu placed a hand behind her ears as if she had not heard Ulysses correctly, when they both knew that this could never be the case: "-has a mhmmmmm.... abbandonandosi echo I am more used to hear in those seashanties about you. What are you planning with me, mhmmmmmmm?" SHe fluttered her short lashes at him as innocently as the music-hunter was definitive not, and yet the song of his short laughter was gone and event he echo was barely there at all still and senritsu missed that song already. With a quiet, disappointed sight he young woman let herself sink back into her chair, humming quietly the echo of a melody that was already only findable inher memory. A few moments passed, before she looked up again, even if the smile was tiered by than.

"Does the thought of hearing sirens sing underwater without the danger of drowning excite me? Oh," the young womans voice was nothing but a purr as sweet to the ears as a drop of honey on the tongue: " definitive. I am nothing but a slave to music and hearing songs in different enviorments is like hearing them for the first time all together and there is nothing more... mhmmmmm dolcissimo than that. Nothing against you or your ivory palace, but both would just be a means to an end to hear those songs." The smile ont he young womans face was still there, but her dark eyes that looke din the restaurant low light almost as black as cole had something much too tiered, much too knowing, much too aware about the scars on her left arm biting, biting, biting their way up her flesh towards her heart since the curse: "Maybe someday, when I am not so happy to be living anymore I will gladly let you take me along for some people to sing another seashanty with that drowned wallet, but for now I am happy to be on the dry." [ @oculusmaledictus ]

[super-nova5045]

and just when you think you’re at your absolute lowest a blonde motherfucker comes along and makes everything so much worse

[worldofsenelfy]

@oculusmaledictus

[kalichnikov]

I refuse to reblog callout posts because I'm a prison abolitionist

[kalichnikov]

In all my years in this website, and I've been here a long time, I can't recall a single instance of a callout post leading to actual restitution for the victims of the alleged harm the person was accused of. Even in cases where the accusations were true. Even in cases where there was legitimate harm done to another person.

Remember the sixpencee child slave thing? What happened there, exactly? Was the kid freed? No? They were just run off the website? OK so what good exactly did that do?

Remember the bone stealing witch? What exactly did that witchhunt accomplish? The person got arrested, oh that's great, the american justice system surely rectified the situation

And again, those are instances where the accusations were true and involved real substantive harm to another person. We used to joke on here how callout posts were shit like "receipts below: [several paragraphs of petty fandom drama] [three paragraphs of petty interpersonal drama involving cheating on partners or stealing food out of the fridge or something] [fabricated evidence that the person is responsible for the murder of JonBenét Ramsey]"

And that was back in the 2010s. The meta has changed. Callouts used to be a tool people used to point out actual harm a person had done, rarely, and more commonly were used as a means of bullying somebody over petty drama. Nowadays they're used to manufacture outrage and harassment against marginalized populations. They are a weapon bigots use to turn us against each other. A few manufactured accusations here, some out of context or clipped screenshots there, and people who should be standing in solidarity with each other against white supremacy, patriarchy, cisheteronormativity, are instead devouring each other.

It's sinister as shit, dude, and people will still share these accusations without a second thought. So, why? What is the point? What's the best case scenario here? Raising "awareness?" what the fuck is that supposed to accomplish? Will we get the oh-so-trustworthy authorities involved? Are we hoping for an arrest? A conviction? Throwing a queer or poc person in prison so they can be abused and assaulted and humiliated behind bars? Is that who we are?

Callouts and the like don't serve any real good in the world. At a macro scale they divide us when we should be standing together, and at a micro scale they result in deeply traumatic never-ending harassment and threats and doxxing and worse to a person who almost definitely does not deserve it. And again, for what? A sense of "justice?" this is not justice. This is retribution. It is punishment.

It's fucking cop behavior, and I'm not gonna participate in it.

[hunting-songs]

❝ rest is important too, you know. ❞ - Leorio from @multis-sermonibus

Leorio made her want to dance. It was his heartbeat that sounded soft and even, it was his way of breathing that was steady, it was the rustle of his suit when he moved that sounded like a dancers costume.It was the stark contrast of that softness, even when there was a certaine sharp echo of irritation and annoyance in his song; soft against the cold white walls of the hospital corridor, soft against the throbbing of electrical wires always there and always in her ears, soft against the busy town past the hospital walls that was never sleeping and never letting her sleep. She did not danced; yet still there was a smile curling around the stark form of her fronteeth and her short fingers that felt heavy from tieredness started to tap,tap,tap against the side of her legs as lively as the others heartbeat made her feel. Behind the closed door the woman could hear Morels heartbeat strong and steady beating towards rest and recovery; past the door there was a hospital full of heartbeats, voices and medcial equipment beating, beating, beating like a livivng organism; and yet right now, right here, Senritsu wanted to focus on Leorios heartbeat because it was a balm to her ears. And she liked to dance sometime. Chuckling in all good humor the musician rubbed her small hands over her eyes, rubbing away the tiered heavieness that had lay on her eyelids like weights. And than, slowly, gently, she lifted a hand again to let it sway to the beautiful orchestra that was Leorio filling her ears. More amused than anything the woman looked up to the younger man and purred as sweetly as a cat ready to pounce on a mouse: "Mhmmmmm... I think I am just hearing a"

Her short, gnarled finger stopped its dance and instead she circled her left ear with one finger nimbly to show how keenly she was listening: "mhmmmmmmm....encore, right now. That could be, because I swear you have said those words before in the same tune to Kurapika." There was still that certaine shimmer in her dark eyes like from a cat ready to pounce on a prey, but her eyes had soften and her smile was just as soft.

"I am not Kurapika, Leorio.", Senritsu said gently- very gently, very very gently, much too gently- as if Leorio was made of brittle glass ready to crack at the slightest wisp a word can make. He did sounded like that: Tiered and worried until ready to break: "You do not need to worry about me. You already assai worry enough, audibly so." [ @multis-sermonibus ]

[hunting-songs]

As always when she was listening keenly Senritsu had tilted her head to the side- listening to Ulysses voice, to his tact of breathing, to the song of his heartbeat, to the way his clothes rustled when he moved. She heard his playfulness so loud as if he was screaming at her. "Oh not only local legends, but half the sea-shanties here are about the big man made of stone commanding the waves and stealing sailors and mhmmmm... dolcissimo little maidens" ,She hummed those words like a song and couldn´t hold back a grin from curling around her stark fronteeth knowing that she was not dolce and definitive not a maiden: " walking along the beach all alone to bring them all into his underwater castle to keep them forever." Senritsu listened, listened, listened. As a hunter she was tasked with helping keeping the balance between poeple and magical beasts, but she did not enjoyed listening to someone talking so non-chalant about keeping fishers at sea and away from their lifes.

"Mhmmm, honestly considering my eyesight, most dates are almost blind dates for me, so you can do your very best beeing mysterious, because youare nothing but a mysterious blob of blurred colours for me" one hands fingers had started to dance light like a feather through the air after themuch too amused song she heard in Ulysses heartbeat.

"But the way my eyes are bad, my ears are mhmmmm.. assai good and you would wonder what one with good ears can figure out about someone else with just their voice. Their height, their bodybuild, their weight, their emotional state, their state of health,", Senritsus eyes looked in the low light very dark, almost black like cole. And while her voice was sweet like a purr, there was also something sharp and much too knowing about it: "their wants, their feelings, and their secrets" [ @occulusmaledictus ]

[oculusmaledictus]

Ulysses exhaled once through his nose, quiet, amused, and leaned forward just enough for his voice to settle lower between them. “Really,” he murmured, “you make it sound like I should start charging admission.” His knuckles leaned against the glass, then tapped once, deliberate. “Height, build, weight, secrets. That is quite the collection you’ve made for yourself without ever seeing a thing clearly.”

His gaze lingered on her, not dismissive, not threatened, but interested in a way that felt far more intentional than playful. He knew exactly what he sounded like. He knew exactly what she was trying to do. “Tell me then,” he continued, softer now, “what do those very good ears say I want?” A faint smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, something sharper beneath the charm. “Because if you are right, I might save myself the trouble of pretending otherwise.”

He leaned back again, easy, composed, as if the conversation had not edged into something more dangerous. “And if you are wrong,” he added, almost lazily, “then maybe that can also come to your favor?"

@hunting-songs

[hunting-songs]

When Ulysses leaned forward, so did Senritsu by leaning on her elbows and listening to her hair falling like red silk over her shoulder down to her collar. Yet she did not lowered her voice and did not leaned forward to hear the mans voice more clearly- in fact Ulysses could ahve whispered standing on the other side of the room and she still would have been able to hear him as clear as if he was talking to her face- but there was something playful in her movement as if she was a cat playing with the mouse caught between her paws.

"Mhmmmm... tell you, what you want?" Senritsus dancing hand stopped and she started to tap a light, playful, very much teasing melody agaisnt her own chin: " I do not want to step on your toes, but usually I am actually payed for my ability and as much ivory you have in your underwater palasts those seashanties sing of, I doubt you have the pocket-money to pay a mhmmmmmmmm... allegramente professional Hunters salary.", She winked at him over the table between them in all good humor, yet also a tad too playful to not be actually aiming to annoy him a little. Senritsu leaned back again when Ulysses tapped his knucle against the glass almost as if she was flinching back. Instead, just for a moment, the young woman focused on the restaurants noises aorund them: The waiter walking slowly through the rooms dimmed lights like through sluggish running water, the busy kitchen roaring past closed doors, the waves of conversations sweeping towards her. Senritsu departed from those noises as if she was departing from old friends to turn to a not so joyful journey- with a sigh and a somewhat tiered smile that was only there for a second. "So to put not such a mhmmmmm... disperato pressure on your drowned wallet, lets not use my ability and let me deduct: for now I can say, that I am not some dolcissimo maiden walking around a beach, so you do not want to kidnap me to take me to that underwater palast." , the musician purred this wordds sweetly: "Which I also would not recommend, because I might bite. Is that wrong or right?" [ @oculusmaledictus ]