三浦按针

still waters run deep.

[ki-pulse]

Nothing fades as fast as the future,                                                Nothing clings like the past.

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( I'll finish the other asks for that meme tomorrow. I got good news from insurance today so I gave myself permission to veg out and play vidya )

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🎬 + enemy

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    He didn't know it at the time, how grief could twist like roots through the psyche, undermining intellect and rationale, to sprout gnarled thorns that could only be beaten back with steel and fire. All William knew was the flowers were cursed, the soil poisoned, and the source a family crypt.

    She sounded human. She had been human, this too he learned later. Thick sobs dragged deep and low with the weight of a stretched, elongated throat, muffled behind palms crowned with nails as long as spears. She stood twice as tall as he already. When she caught scent of him, tipped her head back and screamed, the sound tore branches from the trees.

    William drew his blade, planted his feet. That he came to these islands from the other side of the world meant nothing. One needed only eyes and a heart to sense the mask the Ogress wore, wooden face frozen in utter, crushing anguish, was a merciful barrier against agony and regret unimaginable.

[yokaimemes]

send 🎬 ( or scene! if you can't see the emoji ) + a prompt from the list below for me to write a scene between my character and the character type(s) listed; this could be another muse i write or an npc from their story - please make sure to specify the main muse if sending to a multimuse!

🎬 + parent / guardian

🎬 + family (blood or chosen)

🎬 + friend

🎬 + partner (platonic or romantic)

🎬 + rival

🎬 + teacher / mentor

🎬 + associate / coworker / teammate

🎬 + boss / reporting officer

🎬 + enemy

🎬 + sender's choice (specify a second character for the scene to involve!)

if you're sending a meme and want to see a scene regarding a specific event, time, or place, feel free to include additional details in your ask!

[mayanhandballcourt]

Photographer Tag Christof

[beautiful-mischief]

As sparks flew and sprinklers dripped and the club plunged into a darkness illuminated only by the green glow of exit signs and the gleam of William’s antennae Mal inched himself closer to the shifting when he was the closest thing to a light source, still holding tight to the arm of his doppelgänger as it tried to worm itself out of his grasp, eyes wide as it glanced fearfully between them. Even in the gloom it was strange for the florist to watch himself, all the more so as his double gazed imploringly up at the sneering man before him like it was entirely undeterred by all the stone-faced glowering, turning on the puppy-dog eyes that the real Mal knew had often worked far too well for their own good.

“Please, you don’t understand. I’m Mal, you know I am —“

“Oh, cut the act.” Mal interjected, rolling his eyes with an exasperated sneer of his own. “I don’t know what the fuck you are, but William knows you’re not me.”

But even then, a hint of uncertainty flickered across his expression as he glanced up at the shiftling and wondered for all of a fleeting moment if he actually did — he hadn’t noticed before, had he?

“You do know that, right?”

[ki-pulse]

    William opens his mouth to speak. Draws a breath to say yes, of course, I'd know you anywhere.

    A sneeze beats it out, followed by snotty, lung-wrenching coughing. Leaning on his knee with one hand, hacking into his other elbow, two things occur to the Shiftling.

    This is worse than a head cold.

    And he doesn't know which Mal is which.

    In the maelstrom that engulfed the dance floor, there's no telling what fae trickery took place. The Mals could've swapped clothes. Swapped skins. And that's if this is fae at all. William could think of a dozen other monstrosities that would use his partner like an anglerfish lure. A phony light of love dangling before ice pick teeth.

    If he could focus on anything besides breathing.

    Saoirse flows over her nephew, dark purple hands on his arm and tail fins trailing down his back. Her golden eyes gleam bright, obliterating the sprinkler spray turning William into a drowned rat. She looks between the Mals and cocks her head. "What lies in his heart?"

[phaaasma]

IG: @phaaasma

[ki-pulse]

    "People doubt bisexuality, especially in men. They say you're not, you're straight and confused or gay and confused.

    "I can be bi and confused!"

[hearthtales]

William froze. Really froze. Cassie stared at him and squinted to check if he’d stopped breathing. Had his ghost allergy finally killed him? Or had—

His laugh scattered her thoughts like a bowling ball crashing into already-jumbled pins, and the ghost sat bolt upright, gaping at him in pure shock. Holy cow. She’d never imagined in her wildest dreams to hear that sound from him. Something bright and fizzy bubbled within her, and a slow grin spread across Cassie’s face, bright with thrill and pride.

A single laugh from the most sullen guy she’d ever met and suddenly the ghost felt more alive than she’d felt in years. William looked like he felt the same, and relief filled Cassie as well. She hadn’t liked seeing him even more miserable than usual.

Were they serving breakfast? She blinked, still dazed, then cleared her throat and grinned wider. “Uhh, kinda? Hope you like vending machine stuff.”

- ✧ -

Frankly, she saw the off-limits sign more as a suggestion than a warning. A challenge, even. Who could stop a ghost from trespassing?

The cave looked awesome. Excitement brimming within her, she leapt off the motorcycle before it had rumbled to a full stop and nearly vibrated with eagerness as she waited for William to speak.

Her nose wrinkled in distaste at his plan. “I sucked at school,” she grumbled, scuffing her shoe on the dusty gravel. “What if, uhh… what if you’re, like… my weird uncle? And exploring a sketchy cave is on your bucket list or something? I’m your coolest niece so you invited me along. Ohh, or maybe we’re filming for a scary movie where we get lost in the cave and die horribly and become ghosts?” A grin. “I’m, like, super good at being a ghost.” She doubted this would earn another laugh, but she hoped for one anyway.

[ki-pulse]

    Adams raises an eyebrow. Weird uncle? Bucket list? Does he really look not only a generation older than Cassie, but squarely planted on death's doorstep?

    At times, Saoirse says, As always, I shall warn you.

    Thank you, William thinks. Maybe he should shave. Rolling his eyes, he pockets the motorcycle key. "Let's go."

    The tour guide is a bubbly, twenty-something intern in khaki shorts and a Stetson. Hands clasped together in barely restrained excitement, she addresses the two dozen gathered crowd with the enthusiasm of an evangelist. "Welcome to Pilgrim's Cave! My name is Julie, and I'll be taking you into one of the largest caves in Missouri! Some rules for safety before we begin--"

    "Just do what I say," William mutters, arms folded.

[beautiful-mischief]

Any sort of satisfaction at seeing William immediately loosen his hold on his bewildered doppelgänger was destined to be short-lived, it seemed. Mal had seen plenty of wild nights at clubs much like this one, brawls and bitching and sprinklers set off, but it was like watching dominoes begin to fall without being able to stop them as the shiftling stumbled, a drink was spilled and the chaos began.

Eyes widened as a punch was thrown, one which fortunately didn’t seem to bother William in truth, but before he could interject (either to break things up or ask who the fuck throws a punch over a spilled drink, he hadn’t decided yet) the florist glimpsed the blue glow of eyes in the darkened lenses of the assailants sunglasses.

Oh, fuck.

As chaos became all-out, panic-fuelled disaster Mal caught a flicker of reddish hair in his periphery, floundering as he glanced between William and his double, who was currently trying to fight the tide of fleeing revellers, ducking beneath arms and hastily retreating. “Oh, no you don’t.” He muttered beneath the din, surging after him — for as tempting as it was to grab hold of a muscled arm and cling on for dear life, there was no way he was going to let Not-Mal vanish into the night, never to be seen again. Shoving through the throngs of people flooding out of the nightclub with gritted teeth, he heaved a breath of triumph as he closed his fingers around a jingling wrist. It was like fighting ocean currents as he dragged him, desperately trying to cling on and ensure he didn’t slip away again, though Mal’s gaze brightened as he spotted familiar golden antennae gleaming just across the room.

“William!” In all the chaos the music had stopped, but amidst the shouts and panicked screaming there was no knowing if he’d even be heard. Still fighting his way through, hissing a curse between his teeth as someone somewhere managed to tread on his foot, Mal yanked his double with him heedless of how forceful he was being about it, until finally he all but stumbled into a coughing, doubled-over shiftling, buffered by the swell. Looping an arm through his, the florist was fairly certain he was going to think twice before he let anything else separate them on a night as fucking insane as this one. “It’s me, I’m here!”

[ki-pulse]

    Mal.

    Looking up as coughing spasms cease, William's relief is short-lived. He's sick, sure. Not ill enough to see double. Aintín--

    Saoirse surges to life over his shoulder, raises her arms. The ceiling sprinklers fizzle on. Lamps and lights spark and sputter as water coaxed by fae hands finds its way into bulbs and wires. She takes a small breath as the club sinks into the green gloom of emergency exit signs. Perhaps there will be time for dancing later.

    As his eyes adjust to the dark, a thought occurs to Adams, unable to be ignored in its absurdity: when the DJ told everyone to get their bodies on the floor, he likely didn't mean this. William, Mal, and the doppelganger are the only uprights in a puddle of groaning partygoers. His heart goes out to them, and in another situation he'd be helping the injured.

    Not now. Not when Mal is touching that thing.

    A shame there wasn't a katana around. In a fishnet shirt and jeans full of holes, William feels nude without a blade.

    He musters his best sneer. Saoirse watches Mal's rogue twin, sends her nephew affirmation she is ready to Shift if he needs it.

[ki-pulse]

( I was going to do a dating simulator thing with William for Pride Month, but then I got into a car accident that, along with still working full time at a job I hate, ate all my time and energy. Maybe I'll do it when my life is lighter.

Regardless, Happy Pride, y'all. )

[temporalobjects]

Uta's ears and tail flicked with surprise. Now, this foreigner must be messing with him! "You two look nothing alike. Now you're going to tell me that your father was a wild bear."

His gaze switched between the two, but inspect as he might, he couldn't find any clues. They certainly had a very deep bond... a familial one, he wasn't so sure. Uta would have nothing to compare it to, anyway.

"What about this one, then?" He nodded his head towards Nekomata, grinning. "A distant cousin?"

[ki-pulse]

    "I've been told I take more after my Da," William agrees, "Grizzly Adams was a good man."

    Saoirse hides her laughter behind her hand, fins and feathers glowing. If nothing else, the joy William feels shining through their bond makes the whole bathhouse trip worth it. Talk about a spa treatment.

    "Twice removed," Nekomata mutters.

[ki-pulse]

⏳

send ⏳ or "hourglass" for the muse to talk about his backstory

    "Something I still don't understand is why it looked the same so many times. Long, glowing horns, its face melting in the heat of its own fury, bound in chains looped around iron flails as tall as I am...

    "I slew the first the very night I landed in Japan. Born from lingering pain and terror of trafficked slaves, killing it was a mercy. I gave it no thought afterward save when it appeared in my dreams.

    "But it came back again and again. In a riverbed choked with corpses. From under a blood red sky. Guarding the castle of a resurrected warlord. I can think of no other reason why than some malicious spirit hijacked those slaves' suffering and used its physical form for its own purpose.

    ". . .this land is beautiful, but I shouldn't forget its capacity for evil. At least I have not seen that demon in many years. Perhaps it's finally found peace."

[henosiis]

okay its finally that time. i'll make a more formal post in a bit but i am opening commissions! tumblr mutuals get first dibs. going to be focusing on portraits for the time being for comfort zone reasons

above: portrait sketches 35usd / below: with airbrushed colors 55usd

tumblr dms or discord @ punkchops if you have questions! <3

[ki-pulse]

⏳

send ⏳ or "hourglass" for the muse to talk about his backstory

    "I knew many sea songs back in the day, though the term shanty came about long after I was a pirate. They helped keep rhythm of work like hauling halyards or raising anchor, sure, but I never partook myself. If you haven't noticed, I have little to say and even less to sing.

    "I preferred when the ship was peaceful. I volunteered for night watch to listen to the creak of rigging and lap of waves. The stars are quiet. Makes for good company."

[ki-pulse]

⏳

send ⏳ or "hourglass" for the muse to talk about his backstory

    "Took me longer than it should've to realize the spirit was an octopus.

    ". . .let me back up.

    "When a one-eyed dragon challenges you to a duel, you don't say no. I did not want to fight him again, but refusal would be an insult I couldn't afford. I agreed to meet him at an empty dojo in the dead of night so none of his servants interfered. I emerged bleeding, half frozen to death, with an old man in my head.

    "It wasn't until weeks later the son of the dragon's best strategist inherited the spirit from me and I caught tentacles trailing beneath its robes."

[rp-meme-glaceon]

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.