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private, selective, && low-activity multimuse; featuring canon muses from animanga, video-games, literature, && more; loved && despised by anja ( she / they ); 21+

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RULES && ROSTER BELOW

#「 ♛ 」pinned post #finally updated my shit wow #thank u hale for doing what i could not #also i made a bad decision and it will only get worse from here #*mic drop*

𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚, get to know your mutuals.

rules: answer and tag six people you want to know better.

favorite color: lilac

last song: 'where's my phone?' by mitski

currently reading: the davinci code

currently watching: i've been binge watching 'law and order: svu' && being in lesbians with detective olivia benson <3 i've also been keeping up with 'a knight of the seven kingdoms' && compared to got && hotd it's like that hopecore dolphin meme

currently craving: money && peace of mind

tagged by: @pontevoix tagging: my activity is not regular enough to justify this but we WILL get there

#「 ♛ 」dash games #might fuck around and try writing tonight

i'm so bad at time management i'm gonna drop out of my program && commit grand larceny instead istg

#「 ♛ 」i'm a nervous wreck ( ooc )#christmas break can't come fast enough

i didn't make any plans today. just this. - ness to kaiser !

@pontevoix || from [X] || ACCEPTING

as a boy, michael kaiser was resilient in the way that only children were. he'd reset the bones in his arm && wait for them to mend. he never got sick. whenever a lump would form in his throat, he'd wash it down with something strong. he's grown now && ness is asking for his permission to open a window, citing studies on how stale air weakens the body's immune response. kaiser grunts acknowledgement && rolls onto his side. the breeze kisses exposed skin, peeking out from under paper thin sheets.

it's been like this since they made it back to the hotel. on good days, ness monitors the bell curve of existing habits ( ❛ have you eaten today? ❜ // ❛ did you get enough sleep? ❜ ) while not-so-discreetly checking the other's neck for any tells of self-inflicted punishment. on bad days, he gathers dirty clothes && stuffs them into a hamper — one that kaiser has no memory of buying; he refills the empty water bottle that somehow ended up on the floor; he even combs the tangles out of sweat slick hair with unmatched precision && ( undeserved ) gentleness.

regardless of the day, && of what mood kaiser is in, ness always carries a book with him. when he isn't tending to his fallen emperor, he is curled up in the bed parallel to him; with his knees tucked into his chest && nose pressing into lines of ink. every few days, the cover art changes. .

❝ --don't you have anything better to do? ❞ the edges of his words are serrated, && ness doesn't even flinch. he's grown far too used to kaiser's outbursts. most of the time he's all bark && no bite.

❝ --i didn't make any plans today. just this. ❞ he answers plainly.

kaiser wants to roll his eyes. bullshit. he read the other's journal; he knows damn well how much ness had been looking forward to the street food, novelty shops, night markets && some statue of a dog at SHIBUYA. kaiser doesn't understand why he insists on wasting the opportunity of a lifetime to play nursemaid to a piece of shit like him.

❝ --yeah fucking right. ❞ he spits out. ❝ you've been going on && on about this trip for weeks. you mean to tell me that you've suddenly had a change of heart? what's so interesting about this fucking hotel room? ❞

#pontevoix #「 ♛ 」answered #「 ♛ 」heroes always get remembered; but you know legends never die ( kaiser )#tw: child abuse #tw: self harm #tw: choking #tw: depression #michael kaiser is his own trigger warning i guess

MUSE: Michael Kaiser

❝ --the moment people believe things are IMPOSSIBLE, they are programmed to give up. . . sacrificing your talent in exchange for living a long and tedious life; those trash who do that are the ones i hate the most. ❞

NAME: michael kaiser AGE: 19 GENDER: male ORIENTATION: bisexual ( male preference ) MBTI: ENTP

BIO:

michael kaiser is a prodigy U-20 forward from germany who plays for BASTARD MÜNCHEN during the NEL as the team's ace && main striker. he perceives everybody around him as merely supporting actors && sees himself in the starring role as the emperor. kaiser was once a self-described ❛ mentally weak person who would constantly give up on things he believed to be impossible. ❜ as a reminder to never fall into that weak mindset again, he wears a blue rose tattoo on his neck; a symbol of the achievement of the impossible.

VERSES:

TBA

RELATIONSHIPS:

TBA

**CONTENT WARNING: mental health, PTSD, child abuse, violence, self harm, emotional abuse

#「 ♛ 」introductions #「 ♛ 」heroes always get remembered; but you know legends never die ( kaiser )#they can never make me hate you michael kaiser #even if you do have the emotional stability of a snap pea #everyone say hello to my pretty princess #starting asks asap pinkie swear #i just wanted to make this : )

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༘⋆｡ quiet stillness.

for warm drinks, kitchen conversations, & warm hugs.

you didn't have to bring me anything.

you always know exactly how i take it.

it's still warm - take mine.

you can stay here, as long as you need.

sit, i made enough for both of us.

today feels like a quiet kind of day.

let me pull the cookies out of the oven.

your hands are freezing.

you fell asleep on the couch again.

i'll be here when you wake up.

you can tell me, or we can just sit here.

i have no idea what's in this but it tastes good.

i needed this.

it's chilly out there. stay a little longer.

i didn't make any plans today. just this.

you looked like you needed something warm to hold.

there's an extra blanket on the couch.

i didn't have the heart to wake you.

this room looks beautiful when the sun comes through the window.

i already put the kettle on for you.

#「 ♛ 」prompt #here's something kind of cozy #i have an exam tomorrow but afterwards i'll try to make time for writing #the key word here is try

still alive && i'll slowly be weaning myself back into activity. i started classes last month && i'm lost in the process of finding a work/life balance in between my job && school. writing will definitely be more on the backburner for a bit, but i do miss being here!! thank you for everyone patient enough to stick around <3

#「 ♛ 」i'm a nervous wreck ( ooc )

" that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse. " to sae from shidou

@ofamess || from [X] || ACCEPTING

sae has gotten used to flying. whether he likes it or not remains irrelevant; air travel is an inevitable reality. he has since devised a formula to maximize productivity && minimize discomfort.

he likes to sit by the window ( closed ) && ease back into a travel pillow that remembers the positioning of his spine. during take off, he puts on an expensive pair of noise cancelling headphones && blocks out the half-baked safety demonstration with his curated playlist of repetitive, ambient instrumental beats. he stays awake long enough to eat && drink something; sometimes longer, depending on the time of departure && duration of the flight. an uninterrupted flight from HND to MAD is approximately fifteen hours && forty-three minutes** he amuses himself with the fluctuating statistics depicted on an in-flight map until integers start to blur. . .

ryusei's presence introduces a variable that disrupts the flow of sae's perfect algorithm.

during takeoff, he stares ― wide eyed ― as the world vanishes into the stratosphere; sae stares at a pixelated aircraft on his screen, trying to ignore the sun's glare. the other's body is restrained by a loose seat belt && divisive layer of thermoplastic polyurethane. it's not enough. ryusei is buzzing with energy; in desperate need of an outlet. && who else, besides his travelling companion, should be so unlucky?

they are both irritable when the plane finally reaches its destination. sae's eye mask hangs off his neck like a forgotten accessory. he tried to find sleep, but it did not want to be found. too many tangles in his routine; too much turbulence.

❝ --that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse. ❞

sae raises a brow, unmoved by the other's theatrics. he's tired. they both are.

❝ --i told you to try && get some rest, didn't i? it's not my fault that you decided otherwise. && if i remember correctly, you were the one who insisted on flying back to spain with me for the off season. if i knew that you would be such a pest, i would have made arrangements for you to be kept in cargo with the rest of the animals. . . ❞

#ofamess #「 ♛ 」a heart that's full up like a landfill ( sae )#if there's anything you'd like tweaked let me know #i'm thinking either post u20 or post nel but i'll let you take the reins

MUSE: Sae Itoshi

❝ --it turns out that the world is huge. there are players better than me out there. i've changed my dream; instead of becoming the best striker, i will become the BEST MIDFIELDER in the world. ❞

NAME: sae itoshi AGE: 18 GENDER: male ORIENTATION: queer MBTI: ISTP

BIO:

sae itoshi is a prodigy football player who is known as the best player in japan. sae is also a member of the NEW GENERATION WORLD XI, as well as the RE AL YOUTH TEAM. sae once had a shared dream with his younger brother, rin, of becoming the best striker-duo in the world; && in turn, the best player(s) in the world. but after leaving japan && experiencing the professional league in spain, he changed his dream after realizing how truly weak japanese football is. [ X ]

VERSES:

TBA

RELATIONSHIPS:

TBA

**CONTENT WARNING: mental health, depression, neurodivergence, parentification, unhealthy family dynamics

#「 ♛ 」introductions #「 ♛ 」a heart that's full up like a landfill ( sae )#sae itoshi they can never make me hate you

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A PEAK AT WHAT’S INSIDE THEIR . . .

[ * ] writing prompt ) : send a number 1 - 30 to take a closer look inside this characters life. / below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters every day life. these are meant to invoke character development & can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question. bonus if you explain why it’s there!

01. pockets. 02. bag / purse. 03. car trunk. 04. car glovebox. 05. closet. 06. bedside table drawer. 07. medicine cabinet. 08. wallet. 09. “junk” drawer. 10. pantry. 11. phone home screen. 12. frequently used emojis. 13. to do list. 14. computer home screen. 15. bookcase. 16. cd collection. 17. calendar for this month. 18. “secret” hiding spot. 19. five most recent in contact list. 20. refrigerator. 21. home safe. 22. amazon shopping cart. 23. bank account. 24. first aid kit. 25. five most recent in google search history. 26. most used playlist. 27. least used playlist. 28. five most recent sent text messages 29. five most recent received text messages 30. netflix watch history.

#「 ♛ 」prompt #i reblogged this one before but i like it so oopsie

august has been absolutely insane with work, moving, && getting ready for the semester ( i'm going back to school for medical administrative training next month!! ) && now that i'm easing myself back into activity, i think i'm due for a bit of a soft reboot!! i tweaked my roster, cleared my inbox, and cut my drafts down to a more manageable number. i might kick start things by reblogging a meme or two && encourage new interactions <3

**that being said, i do want to say that while i love all of my children equally, i would literally sacrifice my newborn to test out any of my muses from BLUE LOCK, YELLOWJACKETS, or DRAGON AGE

thanks for everyone's patience <3

#「 ♛ 」i'm a nervous wreck ( ooc )#my poor yellowjackets muses are collecting dust just like jackie taylor's bones #i've also been on a buffyverse bender just wait until that brainrot kicks in

pontevoix

if she agrees to be an ambassador, she doesn’t have to fight anymore.

granted, there’s not much choice but to agree. the world has ended, & those who stand in the aftermath have no proof that they stained their hands with blood.

the blood turned to steam, mostly. everything had turned to steam.

it makes the end of the world feel surprisingly forgettable. even so, there is scar tissue that means that there is the want for healing, the want for known names to shake hands with the right people & pledge that peaceful things can be found even knowing the depth of injury, knowing grief.

the known names are the ones who have had the deepest ties to the end, though.

so annie agrees to be an ambassador.

armin asked it of her. he is an ambassador, too. he is still wearing the residue of a commander’s status, & he feels uncomfortable in his skin. some days it feels like he should be erwin smith. some days it feels like he should be hange zoe. some days it feels like he should be the version of himself that he was before he martyred himself efore he was bertolt hoover’s end( it had been a type of spiritualism, to die ).

some days it feels like he should be bertolt hoover, too.

sometimes, armin wonders if annie will ask him about his term as colossal.

he remembers only what bertolt has allowed him to remember.

so he knocks three times because he is an ambassador, because annie agreed, because it’s not fighting, because she’s a known name — because she was never as cruel as she was meant to be, because armin is crueler than he is supposed to be.

are you okay in there, he asks because he doesn’t know how to announce himself otherwise.

annie answers him, presents herself — awkward in her stance, the same as him.

awkwardness has always been a genuine charm for him.

there is something childish that flutters between them, the way that they look upon one another & try to imagine one another as separate from war.

they can oversimplify an old story into a simple thing : she is girlish. he is boyish.

they are who they want to be.

they can indulge in that, even accidentally.

scarlet pinches at armin’s cheeks. habitually, he salutes. it feels like overkill, so he relents — lets his hands fall down at his sides.

‘ your hair looks nice, too, ‘ he starts & knows he has to correct himself.

‘ i mean you look nice. you always look nice, but i know it’s hard —- doing your first one. it’s just a dinner, so it shouldn’t last too long. you’ll do great ! but i know it’s a lot to take in. it’s like i told you — they’ll expect some … public apologies, but mostly they want the same thing we do. but . . . yeah, you look nice. ‘

he really wants something childish to flutter between them.

there’s always been something soothing about the way that moths chase the light.

‘ it’ll be okay. ‘

mindsafe

he tells her that she doesn't have to fight anymore; a half-truth. what he doesn't tell her is a lie by omission.

be it with steel, or spoken word, she will have to fight for the rest of her life.

annie doesn't hold this act of minor deception against him. they are still learning what it means to be honest with themselves ― && with each other. it's almost a kindness; extracting shrapnel from explosive truths. liberio was ( twice ) reduced to rubble && dust; the ramshackle unit that once functioned as a home stood on foundations of ash. there was nowhere left for her to go. . . she could run. carve out a corner of the world for herself && lick the blood off of bones. or, she could stay.

she concedes to the latter.

armin remains an IDEALIST; he plants flowers in ashes && believes that ― in time ― something beautiful can grow. annie remains a PRAGMATIST. she doesn't hide her skepticism from the other ( they are still learning what it means to be honest with each other ) but if changing the trajectory of existing patterns secures the future of a shared world, she'll entertain the IDEAL && pick up a trowel.

annie steps into the poorly lit hallway, frayed nerves exposed by lamplight, fighting an impulse to grind non-existent pests into the ground with the toe of her fancy shoe.

❝ -- i look ridiculous. ❞ she huffs && continues to wage war on an especially uncompromising wrinkle along the seam line of her skirt. the material disagrees with her person; && the feeling is mutual, annie decides. ❝ i look ridiculous. && i'm going to look even more ridiculous when i'm called up to the podium && forced to say something clever; && then, when i inevitably choke on my words, they'll throw tomatoes at me. . . ❞ perhaps she's overthinking it ― fresh produce is far too precious to be wasted in such a tasteless manner. ❝ . . .will there at least be dessert? ❞

her stomach lining is in knots, carelessly bunched up && corded haphazardly. something sour && unpleasant brews in her gut. perhaps a small serving of peach cobbler could relieve some of that discomfort. she's always been partial to sweet things. pastries. cakes. donuts. there are worse vices in the world.

armin smiles && tries to assuage her. she wants to believe him when he says that: it will be okay; that he isn't backing her into another dark corner to prove a point. she wants so desperately for them to be honest with each other.

second chances are made of glass.

❝ -- just. . . promise me you won't leave me alone with those people. ❞ it's a childish thing to ask of him; a selfish thing. annie knows it. && she asks it of him anyway. because she can be childish && selfish too. she can be human, when given that freedom.

#pontevoix #「♛」i'm just a child; but i'm not above violence ( annie )#we're so back #3 billion years later and im posting for u again #yippee!!!!!

apologies for the radio silence. in between work, friends, appointments, && getting ready to move, i've been locked in on that fuckass soccer anime thanks to @pontevoix. please redirect any && all formal ( or informal ) complaints to hale <3

#pontevoix #「 ♛ 」i'm a nervous wreck ( ooc )#u did this to me and im making sure everyone knows #mwah

🌱 and 🌊 !!

@springmournings || from [X ] || ACCEPTING

🌱: what was the last book you read?

the last book i sat down && read is conclave ( ongoing ); the last book i read to completion. . . i can't remember && i'm not sure if physical copies of manga count

🌊 : what was the first muse you've ever written?

i can't remember her name my warrior cats medicine cat OC was kinda nifty ngl

#springmournings #「 ♛ 」answered #*takes a deep drag of my cigarette* there was a time when we had roleplay forums

✨🐇 🗯️

@hallablood || from [ X ] || ACCEPTING

✨: faceclaims that aren't banned but you cannot stand?

i don't really have any tbh? at least none i can actively think of. faceclaims aren't something that i really think about. i go iconless && ( usually ) my writing partner does the same; when they don't, any icons are usually taken from a work of illustrated/animated media.

🐇: what is the best way to approach you?

memes are probably the easiest && least awkward way to do it. but honestly even crawling into my dms && saying ❝ hey fuckface let's write ❞ has a guaranteed success rate

🗯: show us the last youtube video you watched.

i have no explanation for this : )

#hallablood #「 ♛ 」answered #*gently smorches*

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VERY SPECIFIC MUNDAY ASKS

🫧 Why did you pick this particular muse? 💭 Replying and writing opens: Yes or No? Why? ✨ Faceclaims that aren't banned but you cannot stand? 🐠 Do you write outside of the RPC? 🪼 How many languages do you speak? 🐇 What is the best way to approach you? 🍵 What does your writing process look like? Do you make physical notes first? Do you use docs? 🍡 Favourite snack while writing? 🥤 Favourtie drink while writing? 🗯 Show us the last youtube video you watched. 🌊 What was the first muse you've ever written? 🌱 What was the last book you read? 🪻 Do you prefer sending memes or receiving them? 🍭 Say something nice about your appearance. 🎀 Say something nice about your character. 🪷 Whose writing do you admire? 💕 Say something nice about your own writing. 🍑 What is something you hyperfocus on in your portrayal? 💫 Say something nice about a random mun.

#「 ♛ 」 prompt #sURE WHY NOT #i'm just a court jester

@w4rningbutterflies || CONTINUED

the car ride is a quiet one. kageyama says little && it makes oikawa second guess the whole affair. he worries that he'd come on too strong && put the other in a position where he felt he must concede to his pitiful whims. it's a stupid thought. tobio is relentless. if he didn't want the other in his home, he'd communicate as much ( right ? ). oikawa tries not to overthink ― it's never done him any good in the past ― instead bridging silence with words && making polite conversation with the driver: a middle-aged man by the name of luca. he speaks limited english; enough to engage in small talk && share his story with the charismatic foreigner.

he tells the duo about his upbringing in a small fishing village to the southwest of rome before moving to the heart of the mainland as a young man; he tells them how he'd met the love of his life ― a school teacher of sicilian blood ― && says that ❛ loving her is like loving fire. ❜ he speaks of her with such gentle reverence. as he goes on, he articulates with a free hand, inventing a new language with the motions of his wrist.

during interludes, oikawa rests his head on the window pane && absorbs the city through a moving lens. even at this hour, rome is alive && he can feel her pulse thrumming at every red light. the colosseum glows amber in the distance; two-thousand years of human history held up to the night like a candle. ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME.

theirs included.

from what he's gathered thus far, kageyama shares a modest apartment with two of his teammates, whom oikawa has been prohibited from ❛ schmoozing ❜ ― whatever that's supposed to mean. he wonders what said apartment looks like; is it sleek && trendy ( reflecting success ) or is it warm && rustic?

he's especially curious about kageyama's personal space. what kind of bed does he sleep on? does he collect any interesting paraphernalia or keepsakes? what kind of persona has he cultivated over the years && how does his environment reflect it? will tobio even let him into his room? his ankle is still screwed up, but oikawa doesn't want to be presumptuous about such things; penchant for dramatics be damned, he takes pride in being an exceptional guest && tries to leave spaces as he found them.

half an hour feels like a small eternity, but in time the black sedan pulls over && comes to a gradual halt. luca exits first; then kageyama, who handles baggage && payment while leaving a disgruntled oikawa trapped in the backseat, waiting on the other. relying on tobio kageyama. . . who would have ever guessed? the door on his side opens && he doesn't think twice before practically latching onto the other for support. he can't help but quietly admire the other's form. he has more in common with the baroque statues that decorate the city, then the lanky teenager from miyagi.

❝ --you used to be so skinny. . . now look at you. at least if i do end up falling over, i know you've got me. ❞ he chirps, ❝ lead the way, tobio. ❞

#w4rningbutterflies #「 ♛ 」i feel like i'm the worst; so i always act like i'm the best ( oikawa )#i would have yapped more but i wanted to leave the housing hc to you

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