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› khianat ; as told by R. ✦ above the age of 30 (they/them) ✦ collab with celaka
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I'm planning to move blogs tomorrow or Saturday. I'm a bit tired of the mess on this one, especially since Tumblr no longer saves new tags and shows old ones I've deleted and replaced.
I've already set up the new blog, and I'm taking this opportunity to rework my google site a bit. I'll be removing some characters, adjusting others, and adding short summaries to each to make it easier to get an idea about them.
I'll be deactivating my current site temporarily. I'll make a post about this tomorrow. If we're actively roleplaying, I'll auto-follow you and those threads will be carried over, unless the muse is dropped.
Siwoo looked up at him for a moment fidgeting with the glass in front of him. "I don't really do sex work anyway.. I mostly just sit with them ask them about their day etc. It doesn't mean that I've not been asked though." He chewed his lip as the offer was very tempting especially the offer of a home. He wouldn't have to couch surf almost every night. He didn't even have to think twice about it. "I'll do it."
Aren never minded the sex part, it was his free choice and he was selective but not many caught his interest at that level those days, he preferred to find somebody pretty in the bars around the headquarters. "It's meant to be professional, I know most like to think everything gangs do is dirty but we appreciate a comfortable heaven for certain business partners," he hummed, not surprised Siwoo accepted. "Sweet, I will pick you up at 10 tomorrow. I'll deliver the news of your acceptance so all will be prepped."
"i think that can work. i mean, i'm always happy to cook for people, so i think that's a good deal." harper, really, doesn't anticipate striking any kind of deal that will need repayment any time soon, but he'll do it for free too. anything in the name of food and friendship!
"Well then, let's discuss how we work on your side of the pact, shall we?" Inha was always humored to watch humans' reactions to such. There was no doubt that the change of media in the form of movies and tv changed quite a bit the idea of what striking a bargain with somebody (partly) demonic looked like.
"i will always gladly accept free food." lili laughs with a smile looking to him. watching as he picked a snack for her she smiled and nods her head gladly taking the one he suggested with fruits. she looks to him and happily grabs one of the brownies as well. she looked to him shocked at his admission. "you were nervous? what about?" she asked him tilting her head for a moment before taking a bite of the fruit treat a small smile on her lips enjoying the flavors.
"I guess, I was worried you might not show up," Nine admitted. He brushed his fingers through his messy hair but the smile still remained on his lips as he looked back at her. "I am not really ... most people's type, I guess? I was overthinking and for once, a little bit of insecurity blinked through." He knew he always seemed one big burst of confidence to the majority of people, it also took a bit of effort to be ready to admit it as openly. "Means, I really appreciate you came."
It's a human desire to leave a trace, make a memory, turn the world upside down so they would recall your name even after you were long gone. They yearn to accomplish their dreams: money, fame, light, sunshine, respect. A stability that tells them: I lived, I was here and this world will remember me. Of course, most of them know they are just one of a billion names written. However, they all get their chances over and over to tell the story, die, reborn, reset. Leave something behind next time. What about those who do not have that option? You reach the point where it doesn't matter because you won't leave a trace, you are the trace.
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A thick cloud was hanging over the property of the Gu family. The people who had come here to mourn celebrated in silence. The half-demon did not need to be able to read their minds to know as much. Without any children, the bit of property they managed not to lose seemed to fall into their hands. Little did they know that the debts had been greater and that the demon standing in front of them purchased what should have been his to begin with.
Inha stood in front of the fading photo of the man and woman who gave birth to them in the very room where she threw stones at him, screaming and cursing, demanding her true child return to her arms because she could not accept having given birth to a half-demon by her own decision. The boy with red eyes could smell their own blood back then, but he did not fully experience the sorrow and fear any other child would. Maybe they were already born with rejection in his veins - not only by his parents but by this world too. It was not where he belonged. Inha was alone in this world. And in any other.
“Excuse me, young man, but did you know the late couple?” An older woman finally approached. The young demon, who was already in his 40s, finally turned their head around. To them, he looked as young as 20. The smile on their lips just did not fully reach their eyes.
“I’d not go as far as to say I knew them, but you could say they left a particular impression.” The answer was confusing to her without a doubt. He gave her a last glance, bowing towards the photos: “I hope you went to heaven so that we do not have to see each other again.” A man jumped up, asking how he dared to speak to them like that, but Inha remained perfectly calm as they walked outside of a property he owned but did not care for. It was just something he paid for and nothing he was made for.
It was raining when they vanished into the night, just like back then, a child of nine. Maybe Hell was Human after all.
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“Mom, please,” the young woman begged, but the older one was screaming, and the men who once pushed her forward on a swing tried to catch the crying being. The tears in Yuna’s eyes would not fade. Beginning on her knees, then rushing, the woman who braided her hair just the day before to prepare her for her wedding now did not recognize her. On Yuna’s wedding day, she learned she was utterly alone in this world because somebody ripped her of happiness. Of Death. Of going on. Yuna would never be allowed to be reborn, never meet her true soulmate, never marry, or be held in the arms of a mother again.
“She must be mad,” the man who was Yuna’s father stepped outside, trying to hold his wife, giving his own blood a cold gaze. “I am sure she just had a traumatic experience, my love. A lost soul.” When they finally caught her, she found herself crying. The world was nothing more than a blur, just last night when all there had been was water and light. How much she hated heavens, the color of feathers reflected in sunlight.
She stood in front of her family’s property for an hour before her legs finally carried her away, her mind weary as she did not even know where she would walk to. Every human she passed made a step away, instinct telling them not to be close to a being of the heavens, not caring that it was built of a cage of flesh, trapping a soul that seemed not to exist anymore. What was the purpose of living if there was nothing to live for and nowhere to go?
When she passed the gate of their village, Yuna died, but nobody would be there to grieve for her, as she was never born and never existed. Roa decided that Yuna would be a stranger to her too, a woman she once saw, crying, passing by, but who never existed. She would make sure to carve a way on her own, deep in the mud, leaving a trace nobody could ripp of her. Once.
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Why was he worthless? Why did humans receive forgiveness while he was punished for their sins for the rest of time? Hatred and sorrow weighed heavy on a cage made of flesh. He was nothing and nobody, not even worth a name, just an existence in a world that did not want him, that had no use for him anymore — maybe there never was one to begin with. Now he had done something horrible, but did it matter? He knew it did not. For them, he was all the same, no matter what he did. A stigma.
Once upon a fated day, he smiled and watched with a childlike excitement how the tree that was so close to death all winter survived, how it fought to live in a world the nameless one once thought of as beautiful, stunning. He listened eagerly to the stories of the wind, the plants that traveled with the breeze, content with never asking for more. It was the awe of the world around him, that let him look away from those he trusted only for a moment to burn it all down. Now all he could taste was blood and earth. Rotten.
What was wrong with him? He couldn't change it. There was this part of him, wrapping around his fragile mind like a blanket, and when he awoke, it was worse. It did not protect him; it hurt more, but he had no reason to try and stop it. It made no difference. Maybe, someone like him was not meant to be happy, to be cherished. What did one do, who lost his purpose? No Name? No Belonging?
Sometimes, he longed just to stay in that land of sorrow he visited when he was dead; soo forced to return to this world. It wouldn’t be too bad. He could be swallowed, like all the other souls. He thought about it, but whenever he finally forced himself to stand, dragging himself through the streets, he found himself stopping, over and over, looking. The dandelion refused to stop blossoming, no matter how often humans trampled over it, and when it had enough, it just flew away, up into a world where it did not care if it landed where it belonged—it simply did. It was when that moment of hope flickered in; maybe he could be like that too, one day. Belong. So he found himself walking, wondering.
listen. i want to tell ye that i have infinite reasons for making this. that i've been designing this for weeks, months even. but i can't. this happened because i saw one (1) meme and aligned that with two (2) cups of coffee. either way besties, you're all getting a strangely detailed list of reasons to drop your muse into another muse's lap. you wanna switch the roles? add a [ REVERSE ] if you want your muse to be the lap that's being sat in! don't add to this list, don't claim it as your own, i'll curse all your potatoes to be soapy and sad to consume.
[ SHAVE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can carefully shave the last of the receiver's stubble from their face.
[ MAKE-UP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to get a better vantage point to apply makeup to their face.
[ SNIP-SNIP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap whilst giving them a haircut.
[ HAIR ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so that the receiver can style or just play with their hair in peace.
[ CAR ]: sender ends up sitting in the receiver's lap whilst in a very crowded car together.
[ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process.
[ INTIMIDATION ]: sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.
[ LOOK ]: sender, wanting to see something that can only really be seen from where the receiver is sitting, sits in their lap in order to see it as well.
[ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities.
[ FEAR ]: a frightened sender sits in the receiver's lap in an effort to feel some measure of safety and protection.
[ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort.
[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing.
[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively.
[ EMBRACE ]: sender settles in the receiver's lap to give them a long, well-deserved hug in comfort.
[ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down.
[ THROW ]: sender flings themselves at the receiver, so eager for a hug that they end up in their lap.
[ DROP ]: exasperated (or maybe just exhausted) the sender drops down into the receiver's lap to rest.
[ CUDDLE ]: eager for some well-earned cuddling, the sender finds it much easier for everyone involved to sit in the receiver's lap during the cuddle session.
[ MOVIE ]: while watching a movie together (and possibly being so distracted by the film that they don't realize what they're doing) the sender settles back into the receiver's lap.
[ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap.
[ CLOSENESS ]: after having been apart for a considerable length of time, the sender sits into the receiver's lap just to be close to them.
[ PRETEND ]: in a bid to persuade others that they're in a relationship (even though they're probably not) the sender climbs into the receiver's lap to convince the on-lookers of their legitimacy.
[ LEARN ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can teach them a particular practical skill (e.g. pottery, knot-tying etc.)
[ ACCIDENT ]: the sender, unaware that the seat they're trying to claim is occupied, drops into the receiver's lap without realizing it.
[ EXHAUSTION ]: the sender, surrounded by nothing but uncomfortable places to rest in, finds a solution by sitting in the receiver's lap in order to rest and possibly sleep.
[ CHILLED ]: the sender and receiver find themselves in a particularly cold room, leading the sender to sit in the receiver's lap in order to share body heat.
[ KISS ]: the sender lowers themselves into the receiver's lap in order to kiss them properly.
[ FLIRT ]: the sender, only just beginning to explore the romantic side of a relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap in order to express their feelings clearly.
[ ROMANCE ]: the sender, in a well-established romantic relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap just because they can.
[ THRONE ]: having found the receiver sitting in their throne, the sender sits in their lap in order to symbolically and physically share the seat.
i need to make hira more gifs in short fluffy hair since he definitely wears it like that in his free time. the power of wigs of the 21st century. look bold and walk out nobody guessin' you are a crazy vampire
The ship had pulled to shore on the other side of the island where the docks were. To humans, it fit in seamlessly as a typical small yacht. To any non-humans, though... the sheer size, the intricate details, the obvious pirate flags. It was far from conspicuous. Not that Rak really noticed nor minded - he'd spent more time isolated at the bottom of the ocean than in land so he had no concept of most human concerns.
That included whatever was going on here! He was just lounging around on the beach in his shorts. How was he interrupting anything??? Pink eyes scanned the other's serpent-like gaze. The Naga wondered what he was.
"My... kin? What does that mean, krub?" Also, why wouldn't he bother with these waters?! "It being cold doesn't matter to me! If you're cold why are you in the water, na? Sounds crazy!" Rak laughed, sandy fingers running through black and white hair.
"Your scent, I have met the majority of nonhuman aquatic creatures from this area and nothing was ever like yours," Micha explained, tugging on his wet shirt once he was dressed, not too bothered by that. "I was joking, it wasn't serious. I do not like warm waters personally, I always have preferred cooler seas." This place was perfect, while never too hot, it often was warm enough not to require layers of clothing in human shape.
"I take it you have come with the other people," Micha was aware but there was no particular reason for him to worry or try to learn more about it. He made a mental note to glare at their sibling to ensure Feen wouldn't get any curious ideas... He gave him a glance, the stranger was shorter, tho Micha knew they simply were annoyingly tall at 6'5' feet, and the other showed quite openly he was not a human. "I wanted to shed skin but I do not really like doing that when somebody's looking, that's all." While he might not be comfortable changing in front of strangers, Micha was not shy to talk about it, considering Rak was obviously not human either.
