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zero | 22 | multimuse & ship. do you know they're coming for your f i r e? when they try to push you lower, but you keep going higher. you're a flame and they all wanna water you d o w n.

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still here i’ve just been spending a lot of time with family so replies when i can!

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might not be the weekend till i’m on again! i finally got motivation to do the stuff i need to do so i’ve ben focusing on that energy right now~

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[drcmas]

𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

multimuse indie blog penned by maddison, muses and mun 20+

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spriingday​:

after a stressful day of work at the office, all ice wanted to was grab a cup of coffee to-go at his favorite cafe and go home so he could relax and unwind, but instead he ended up running into the guy who didn’t just break his heart, but also ghosted on him to chase some stupid pipe dream. even though two years have passed since their relationship had ended, the younger still harbored a lot of resentment toward the other for not even having the decency of giving him closure. he was told by the older that he was going on a tour, and just never bothered coming home back. ice could only assume he was probably too busy screwing groupies to give him a heads up about anything. “hey? hey? is that all you have to say for yourself?” he huffed, narrowing his eyes and shooting him an icy glare, no pun intended. kaz sure had some nerve to approach him so casually, as if this situation wasn’t awkward and uncomfortable as hell. “god, you’re such an asshole! you were gone for two years and didn’t even bother to let me know you were coming back? was our relationship that much of a joke to you, kaz? am i a joke to you?”

so.. kaz definitely had a bad habit of doing things before thinking or thoughts catching up on him, and this was definitely one of those times. oh it was one of those times, and this wasn’t how he should have approached this situation.. but here was. he was in the situation, and he would deal with it, even if that was letting ice take everything he needed to get out on him. “okay i-- yea.. okay. that was shitty and i’m sorry. you know i don’t think sometimes, and that was stupid of me.” he’d never meant to hurt ice though, and well it wasn’t like there wasn’t one or two songs in his past albums about the other. probably more than one or two, but he didn’t need anyone keeping count on that front. he was the fuck up here after all. “i’m not going to correct you on that but i do still try not to be that much of an asshole and-- i am sorry. but i didn’t tell anyone i was coming back, ice. i didn’t think far enough for that, i just wanted to come home and i finally could. if i’d realised what i was doing and this.. all of this, i would’ve texted you before i got on the flight. no-- you have never been a joke to me. not you or the relationship, no. i’m sorry, and i know that words mean nothing, but i know there’s nothing else i can offer when i can’t change the past.”

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spriingday​:

even though he was still feeling upset with his boyfriend, yisoo was alarmed by the quiver in his voice when he called out to him. it was almost as if he could sense that something was way off, and that the other needed him somehow. perhaps it was just his own arrogance, though, or maybe he wanted so desperately for naru to need him. the younger male rushed toward the bathroom, and pushed the door open without bothering to knock first. “are you okay?” his eyes grew wide as saucers as they met his boyfriend’s tearful gaze, and what was even more concerning was the fact that his clothes were soaked with water. “what the— what is going? what happened to you?” it broke his heart to see the other like this, and pangs of guilt hit his chest. he shouldn’t have left in a rage, shouldn’t have let his temper get the best of him for the umpteenth time. “talk to me please!” the other was soaking wet, but that didn’t deter yisoo from wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. “i’m… i’m here now. it’s okay, i promise…” 

naru wasn’t too surprised at how quickly yisoo got there, even if he did flinch a little at the sound of the door opening so suddenly. he was still trying to hold back his tears though. the sobs. and the freezing ice cold feeling spreading through him was helping nothing in this situation either as he shook his head weakly. for once, naru would admit defeat in his own battle between the walls being built and cracking down. he couldn’t hide his vulnerability in a moment like this. the loud tone though had naru jumping again, sobs rising in his throat again because he had no words to explain what was happening and why he was like this-- why he was soaking in the bath. he didn’t have the words to describe that pain right now, and that dam that was holding back his cries broke a little when the arms were suddenly around him and holding him. “i-- i-i’m-- i’m sorry. m’s-sorry-- i-- i shouldn’t have s-said all of that or-- or p-pushed you away. i’m sorry, s’my fault,” he got out weakly, words a little choked up as he clung to their shirt weakly. god, to have your heart break felt horrible, and he could feel the struggle to breathe and hold back the pain building up all over again. “i just-- i-i was scared and-- i’m sorry--”

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botrusanimarum​:

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               ･ﾟ° ☾ ༓ △  𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓈. Small hands knead into dough, over and again, oscillating movements she has learned through countless ours working at her aunt’s bakery. Ballerina smiles bright at thought of him ending up at the emergency room for being bad enough at dancing to end up with a broken ankle. ❛ I highly doubt you could ever be that bad at it, come on… you got me, what could go wrong? ❜. Olivia kneads, stretches then smears sauce onto dough, rolling it as one does to end up with those lovely treats one can’t get enough of. ❛ Let me get this in the oven, then we can have a go at it, I don’t bite, I promise ❜. Dough is place neatly onto buttered pan, one at side of the other before safely finding heat of said oven, closing the lid and dusting off palms against her apron. Back of her hand brushes at her cheek, a tad of flour adorning rose of it. ❛ There, all set… now, let’s get to lesson number one ❜. Dark haired pats her back, work well done, now they wait, wait while doing something fun. ❛ Here, give me your left hand… place your right on my back, and just move slow, side to side ❜. 

kiha still had the temptation to ask about why she was baking so late at night, but really it brought him back to the fact that he was drinking coffee this late too and.. well he didn’t exactly have the right to make a comment there then at all. instead, he chose to just enjoy the atmosphere between them, listening to her as he watched her go about the dough. “oh you shouldn’t doubt it, bad luck falls me like a plague that never leaves, and i could definitely make that happen. i doom myself. a lot could go wrong, olivia. a lot.” he pouted just a little too, fingers playing with one of his piercings at his lip gently in just a little but of worry. “how long do they take? i feel like you could bite.” kiha laughed softly, smile a little sheepishly then because well.. this was going to be an interesting night. that being said, the smile twitched up a little more when he looked up to see the little bit of white on her nose, “wait-- here.” he reached out, gently wiping at it with his sleeve. but then it was back to dance lessons, and his focus was on her now as he listened. “i-- like this?” he was careful, hand gentle on her back and probably a touch too light as well. stiff. he was definitely stiff. and apparently moving side to side was among the list of things he was stupidly bad at. or not bad at, just worried about messing up.

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trustinyou​:

“no,   i   don’t   think   its   strange   but   wouldn’t   you   want   to   give   it   a   try?”   she   questioned   kiha   with   a   curious   look   on   her   face.   she   placed   down   her   mug   onto   the   counter   and   walked   closer   to   him   “i   hate   learning   these   little   mannerism   things   my   parents   expected   me   to   learn.   how   to   eat   at   a   gala   dinner,   sit   with   perfect   posture,   dance…   they   tried   to   make   me   into   perfect   little   thing   and   i   hated   it   all   except   for   dance.”   she   explained   then   beginning   to   softly   chuckle.   “if   you   break   anything   then   i’ll   make   sure   you   recover   quickly.   i   won’t   let   you   die.   now   are   you   willing   to   try?   i’ll   let   you   pick   the   song?”      

“i-- you want me to try?“ kiha asked quietly, eyes a little wider. he hadn’t really seen this conversation leading into him attempting to do something he had no clue on. it sounded like a recipe for disaster. “times like these and i remember we have very different upbringings.. my grandparents only ever taught me how to hide from them. but you really enjoyed dance that much?“ he was curious, even if he was intimidating as all hell by the actual action of doing it. “if i break anything i’m not going to the emergency room. you’ve said it now so you can click my leg back into place when it pops, yes?“ he was joking, mostly. but the emergency room was among his worst nightmares. the amount of people and the business and just-- everything about it made a shiver run down his spine. “i feel like i don’t have much of an option to say no.. but you won’t laugh at me?“ the option of picking a song was nice though, maybe that would make it easier.

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softdreems​:

It wasn’t Gabriel’s fault that that gentle trail of fingers against hair turned into a bit of a slap to Cali’s words. “It’s a fucking habit.” They’d spent well over two years being practically inseparable it had become a habit over that time and even now that they had been apart he couldn’t help the action with Cali sitting… right there. To busy his hand Gabriel reaches up to brush his own hair back out of his face, watching the other man while he does such an action. “You better not skip on the money, you already cost me a lot by dashing.” The amount of time, money, and effort Gabriel had spent on trying and failing to locate the other was embarrassing if Cali had actually know that truth. He’d been desperate to find the other man again, terrified at some points that someone who was trying to get back at him had managed to snatch Cali, so it was also a funny sort of relief when he had begun to find the tell tale signs of a half assed disappearance job in his searching. “You were never good at this shit.” Gabriel mutters under his breath to the thought, sighing softly. Whatever. It didn’t matter. It seemed Cali was desperate enough to even come to him to get himself to disappear, he knew he couldn’t do anything to tell him not to. He had to right to - Gabriel couldn’t help but feel he was who Cali had been escaping from in the first place.

cali hissed a little, glaring back at gabriel at the way the action changed instead. not that he was too surprised anyway, calling that out was a gamble, but one he was willing to take. “well you should’ve fucking broken it, shouldn’t you?” he’d honestly thought that the other would have too. that he wouldn’t be stuck in past gestures between them both. that was surprising.. he still wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to feel. “dashing? seriously?” his glare hardened just a little, “so you want to blame me now on the cash you spent by your own means?” he shouldn’t be surprised that gabriel would search for him, but at the time and in recent time, it wasn’t something he was able to ever let himself linger on. the effect that his disappearance would cause. “i never claimed to be good at it, or wanted to be-- and it wasn’t my fucking choice. do you expect me to apologise for what happened when you don’t know the fucking half of it, gabriel? i won’t.”

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for: @kitsunewrites​ muse: calix

calix got hired for many jobs, but most were never more exciting that some jackass high class bastard that had fucked his client over, or some bullshit like that. but never a royal. that was interesting though, and well as an ex prince ( because fuck that shit ) himself, he didn’t ask too many questions before accepting the job. it would pay well and for all he knew it would benefit more people or some shit. he didn’t know what the princess had done, but that usually wasn’t much of his business. all of that was what had led up to him managing to sneak his way into the palace this night, finding every route he could possibly encounter and ever escape route too. it was quietest at these hours, and cali was far too skilled to be caught like this too, so he’s quiet as he stalks towards her room.

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for: @ncctars​ muse: lore

lore’s eyes snapped up, frown on her face because she definitely had to have heard that one wrong. “ex-fucking-scuse me?” her head tilting, stare sharp because she was definitely used to getting comments made about her job and that it was no job for a woman, but god this one completely topped the cake on everything. “sorry your dick’s too fucking small to understand that i can do a job better than any man ever can, whilst not charging over the fuckin’ top for some half assed shit job. that isn’t even going into everything else than i can probably do better than you-- like oh your little girlfriend over there? oh i can definitely please her way better than you know how, buddy. so step back in your damn lane before i fucking-- hey!” lore practically squawked, or squeaked maybe, batting at the arm that was currently dragging her away. now she might be five foot-- but that could be five foot or pure rage, and lore believed that she definitely had the right to evoke that rage on the dumbass that she was dragged from. which now had her glare directed at the other instead, “i could take him!”

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for: @andtomydelight​ muse: naru

it wasn’t as if naru had been stressing about this for weeks now. no-- no. not at all. not like there was just an intense crippling fear within him that this was going to fail miserably, much like how the rest of his life felt like it often went. that was the negatives though. it was just.. it was naru’s first pop up art gallery after receiving the offer of a life time to have his own exhibit, and he just wanted to make sure that is was perfect and his best work was on display. through that though, it had led to a lot of stressing a lot of even further sleepless nights, as if there weren’t enough of them on his good days. so okay, maybe naru was stressing but it felt like a pretty valid reason, and that was definitely why he was too blind to actually notice the other at the archway until he turned around, and his voice catches for a minute out of shock. 

“what.. why are you here? wait-- is it midnight again? is it closing--“ naru mumbled, worry tinging his voice as he pulled out his phone to try and quickly get the time.

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for: @lighthousc​ muse: venti

“i think we might be dealing with the most incompetent yet completely random criminal i have ever seen or read up on,“ venti giggled before sipping from the draw of the iced coffee he’d picked up on the way back to station. it was definitely one of the more entertaining than sinister cases that he’d had the pleasure of working on, and sometimes he’d take that over the harder cases. “like really.. the witness said the suspect broke in through the window-- it checked out. but then panicked realising the house wasn’t empty and fell out the window trying to get out.“ he was giggling all over again then too as he pulled himself into his own desk now, legs crossed up on the seat as he peered over at the other, “even the witness seemed more baffled than anything, i think the shock had mostly worn off. but.. i’m calling this is a very inexperienced idiot.“

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like this for a starter! i’ll come to you for muse, and the starters will probably be based on songs or memes as insp! ( they won’t be one linters though ! ). if you want to discuss as well for a plot for the starter, i’m completely down for that too and i’ll write the starter for whatever we decide!

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muse: kiha ( faceless twitch streamer / youtuber ) open to: any gender connection: close friend / significant other / crush / anything that fits plot: i told you i’ve never slow danced before and now you’re showing me how in the middle of your kitchen late at night

“what? is it.. is it really that strange to never have slow danced? is that wrong?“ kiha asked softly, head tilted just a little from where he was leaning on the counter, coffee mug wrapped up in his hands. drinking coffee far past midnight was weird to all, except kiha ( and he was sure the other had come to accept that face too hopefully ). he just didn’t sleep well ever. but this topic itself was weird to them, unsure of how to approach it considering kiha himself had never realised it was a problem. or not a problem but.. a situation? “you know i never really did the whole.. “school” thing, and i rarely leave my apartment. people freak me out.. so slow dancing is just strange to me, i guess? i’d probably step on someone’s toe. or break my ankle.. and i don’t want to go to the emergency room, i’ll die.“

[ohlcrd]

i have replies and starters i gotta write buuuuuut i wanna play kiha so watch me throw a starter out for him first bcos i have no energy at all to do anything else :)

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mmm i was supposed to get stuff done but this week turned into a lot. so i might get stuff done tonight, but i’ve had like no sleep so i’ll be here tomorrow at least though!