VERDICT: GUILTY.

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for anyone who’s still here — i’ve moved to my new multimuse over at @regenos if you’re still interested in writing! this blog is now archived.

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starter call anybody

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answer the questions and tag followers you want to get to know better.

tagged by: @lotusword​ about 6 months ago... yeah tagging: anybody who still happens to be here honestly bc holy shit

name. yu age. 19 current time. 10:30 pm drink you last had. orange juice mbti & moral alignment. intj & chaotic good current favourite outfit. idk i just wear clothes man favourite song. real emotion by paper route hogwarts house. slytherin or ravenclaw in love. ya... favourite colour. either blue, black, or white love at first sight or walk around again. neither? middle name. rebekah number of siblings. one favorite place in your neighborhood. house person you called last.  my grandma question you are asked most. “where are you from” >XD tv shows. i don’t watch tv last song you sang. ring a bell by bonnie pink bc i’ve been replaying tov :) time you woke up. 9 am worst habit. oof favorite food. fruits! also curry zodiac sign. aquarius sun

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IN CHARACTER JUDGEMENT CALL.



rules: you can only say guilty or innocent. you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks you. repost, don’t reblog 


asked someone to marry you?  innocent.

kissed one of your friends?  innocent.

danced on a table in a bar / tavern?  innocent.

ever told a lie?  guilty.

had feelings for someone whom you can’t have?  guilty.

ever kissed someone of the same sex?  innocent.

kissed a picture?  innocent.

slept until 5pm?  guilty.

held a snake?  guilty.

been suspended from school?  guilty.

Stolen something?  guilty.

been fired from a job?  innocent.

done something you regret?  guilty.

laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?  innocent.

caught a snowflake on your tongue?  innocent.

kissed in the rain?  innocent.

sat on a roof top?  guilty.

sang in the shower?  innocent.

been pushed into a pool the ocean with all your clothes on?  guilty.

shaved your head?  innocent.

slept naked?  guilty.

made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry?  innocent.

shot a gun?  innocent.

still love someone you shouldn’t?  guilty.

have / had a tattoo?  innocent.

liked someone, but will never tell who?  guilty.

been too honest?  guilty.

ruined a surprise?  guilty.

been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?  guilty.

still have communication w/ your ex?  innocent.

cheated on someone?  innocent.

got so angry that you cried?  innocent.

tried to stay away from someone for their own good?  guilty.

thoughts about suicide?  innocent.

thoughts about murder?  guilty.

how about mass murder?  innocent.

stalked someone?  innocent.

had a girlfriend / boyfriend?  innocent.

gotten totally drunk during a holiday?  innocent.

tagged by: @lotusword thank u i loved this!!!

tagging: go wild y’all

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hey fellas……. hwats poppin eaarhhg… here’s a plotting call so give this a like and i’ll take it as an invitation to approach you and discuss plots or relationships or w/e :)

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hey fellas....... hwats poppin eaarhhg... here’s a plotting call so give this a like and i’ll take it as an invitation to approach you and discuss plots or relationships or w/e :)

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          dionysus’ chalice —— the most famed bar in the city of spirale, and, arguably, the most attractive. its interior is refined and embellished, despite the nature of the place, and the marble of the countertop feels cool beneath his fingertips.

          yuri doesn’t drink much, nor does he necessarily enjoy the atmosphere that taverns like this so often exude; nevertheless, he sits with an order of curry on his plate and the fleeting memory of bygone days passing through his mind. flynn, chastel, hisca ... for but a moment, he wonders whether they’re doing all right.

          “ ... so we turned the place upside down and hightailed it outta there. the stuff sold for quite a penny, too! ”

          words are caught amidst the clamor, followed by an eruption of gruff laughter. yuri spares a passing glance over his shoulder, and greys land upon a ragtag group of four, disheveled and hopelessly drunk. he watches them without a word —— and then, casually, without a second thought, he takes his glass of water and tosses it over his shoulder in the party’s direction. the shattering of glass, and all goes silent.

          “ oh, my bad —— must’ve slipped out of my hand. ”

          he avoids the blow before it connects; unfortunately for them, he’s already grown used to this particular chain of events, and their actions were long since predicted. yuri knees his aggressor forcefully in the gut before sending him reeling back against the table from whence he came. several other men rise from their seats in anticipation, and yuri flashes a smirk in provocation —— the melee has begun.

          no matter the world, there never seems to be a shortage of brutes like these; a truly unfortunate state of affairs, but he doesn’t mind getting the chance to beat some sense into them once in a while. fist meets fist, fire meets fire, and the thrill of action courses through his veins. what he fails to notice, however, is the man sitting absently with his drink at the bar, who bears an almost alarming resemblance to himself —— as well as the thug who is approaching said man from behind.

          ✦  :  @lotusword.

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dashes in here so!! yuri is my #1 fave tales of chara along with jade and i was so happy to find one in isola so i had to follow asap kjhsdjkfd but listen i adore your yuri so much bc there's this certain relaxed/languid tone to how u write him and it's sO DAMN TASTEFUL bc thats always been how i see him as and I LOVE IT. that aside, i hope ur doing well!!

HOGH….. IM SOFT tysm!! i do tend to write him as more relaxed bc i consider that to be an integral part of his character and i want to stick as closely to canon as possible, and i’m so glad you mention it! yuri’s one of my two biggest comfort charas so i always try to do him justice … god this is so nice,, i rly wish i knew more about kanda but i’m really enjoying learning about him thru ur writing!! i hope we get to write more soon!!

how’s my portrayal?  ✦  accepting.

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am i allowed i hope im allowed im doing it anyway lIKE A REBEL but i've always enjoyed your writing !! you really dig to push the essence of ur muses in all of ur replies and make them personalized but still a treat to read !! u may not be the most active but ur always gonna be one of my faves bc u really care so much and it shows !! :^) !!

!!!!! DOH…. coming from the king himself … thank you so much angii?? i love u sm?!? really this means a lot bc i do put a lot of effort into tailoring my writing for each muse, and i’m glad people notice it! you’re also always going to be one of those i’ll follow on this godforsaken site till the end of time bc i love you and your writing and the big heart energy you radiate ♥

how’s my portrayal?  ✦  accepting.

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Please remember there’s a difference between hate, constructive criticism, and giving praise because you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.

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✦  :  ???.

      “ it’s you again… ”

in front of him, sitting idly by the fire pit farthest from the so-called ‘concert’ with a wooden sword propped against his arm, is the trouble magnet kanda met a few days earlier; the very same trouble magnet that happily encouraged a bar fight to ensue (and consequently pulled kanda into simply because a brute thought they’re twins).

      this summer festa is proving to be detrimental to his mental health.

still, kanda wishes to spend his evening feeling the sand between his toes, have the gently lapping waves ease the tension between his shoulder blades without the music repeatedly hammering its way into his marrow. and so he approaches, scowl ever so prominent on his face, while making shooing motions with his hand.

      “ hey, go away. ”

          “ so you approach someone first, then tell that person to go away? haven’t we got this backwards? ”

          needless to say, he remains where he is seated, paying no heed to the man’s irritated gestures. instead, he keeps his gaze fixed upon the flame, holding a skewer of sausages steadily above it. the scent of smoked meat mingles with the salty air, drifts idly with the sea breeze; a gentle crackle permeates the silence. it’s a calming atmosphere —— a far cry from the commotion taking place further up the beach —— and perhaps it’s due to this that yuri’s demeanor is much calmer than it had been a few days before.

          “ anyway ... how long are you planning on standing there? you can be as grumpy as you want about the bar ordeal, but you should at least eat something first. you'll use up all your energy. ”

          he removes a sausage from the end of the stick, and deftly assembles a hot dog from the food items gathered next to him. he holds out the finished product, casually, in the other’s direction.

          “ —— here. you can consider it ... compensation for that drink you lost. ”

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famous first lines of poetry pt. 1 :           bold the ones that apply to your muse. REPOST, don’t reblog.

tagged by: @lotusword !! tagging: mmm anyone who wants to do it!

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // Tyger Tyger, burning bright // I have done it again. // Do not go gentle into that good night. // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I, // April is the cruelest month, // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // There is a place where the sidewalk ends // I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // Whose woods these are I think I know // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, // I taught myself to live simply and wisely // It so happens I am sick of being a man // I wandered lonely as a cloud // Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // O my Luve is like a red, red rose // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; // Out of the night that covers me, // It was many and many a year ago, // You may write me down in history // Do not stand at my grave and weep // Some say the world will end in fire // Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers // The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // No man is an island, // Remember me when I am gone away, // I met a traveler from an antique land // ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves // This is thy hour O Soul, // When we wear the mask that grins and lies,  //  Death be not proud,  // And death shall have no dominion. // Laugh, and the world laughs with you; // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; // To see a World in a Grain of Sand // Is there anybody there? said the Traveller // Nobody heard him, the dead man,  // That crazed girl improving her music. // Come to me in the silence of the night; // Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // When you are old and grey and full of sleep, // In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow // I thought of you and how you love this beauty // Life, believe, is not a dream // It may be misery not to sing at all, // If tarry space no limit knows // Come live with me and be my love, // Had we but world enough and time, // My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense // Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- // Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // HEAVEN IS WHAT I CANNOT REACH! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day? // Break, break, break // She walks in beauty, // I had a dream, which was not all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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✦  :  ESTELLE‌.

     “Yuri!”

     Before they can truly converse, first she must knock the air out of him by leaping forth into a hug. He’s her best friend in the world if she truly had to nail it down to one person, and that seemed to transcend their home world by many miles. Once she has returned to her feet, in her own space- yet toothy grin firmly in tact, Estelle offers a sheepish nod.

     “I got here a little while ago… everything was in ruins, and there were monsters everywhere for a while too… but it seems that the city is quickly on its way to restoration. I believe it is called Spirale!”

     It was still so curious- odd and strange and even scary that they were here- but Estelle knew a certain joy of being here too, and Yuri only furthered her elation. 

          “ whoa, whoa —— ! easy ... ”

          he reels from the impact, but only briefly; such an act was to be expected from her, and surprise quickly yields to comfort, familiarity. a smile, like a ghost, manifests upon his features, genuine and kind ... and all his previous suspicions melt into the warmth of her embrace. she, too, is one of his closest companions —— almost like a sister, in fact —— and her presence provides him refuge in an unfamiliar world.

          “ monsters? guess i missed out on the action ... though you wouldn’t really know it from just looking at the place. ” greys pass swiftly over their immediate surroundings —— pristine, unblemished, without a trace of conflict. “ ‘spirale,’ huh ... it isn’t anything like our world at all.

          “ —— oh, that’s right. ”

          an abrupt pause in conversation as he reaches into his pocket, and removes from it a small rectangular device. he presents it to estelle, tongue laced with curiosity.

          “ i've had this with me since i got here, but ... do you know what it is? ”

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scars

scars are an interesting topic to write about for yuri, mostly because i feel that they reflect his own personality quite well; he’s very good at leaving the past behind him and moving forward, and his scars behave in much the same way.

speaking purely in terms of physical scars, yuri doesn’t have many permanent, noticeable ones. of course, he’s earned many throughout his life due to his love for action and a good fight, but they’ve mostly been minor ones that heal quickly. one exception, however, would be the wound he received when sodia stabbed him at the shrine of zaude. the blade left a deep gash in his lower right abdomen, and though it’s healed a fair bit, the severity and recency of the injury has left a distinct scar that has yet to fade.

as for emotional scars, it’s pretty much the same deal —— they don’t last very long. yuri is an extremely resilient person, and troubling experiences don’t typically affect him as badly as they do most people. that’s not to say he’s completely unaffected by them; he’s definitely had his fair share of traumas that shaped his development and beliefs (namely niren’s death and his own murders, among others). it’s just that he doesn’t let the stress bog him down. he has the ability to push forward without looking back, no matter how damaging the situation —— and i partly headcanon that to be because he actually represses many of his negative emotions unconsciously. mostly, though, it’s simply due to his unusual emotional strength.

headcanon meme  ✦  accepting.

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HEADCANON PROMPT MEME: Send in a character and a number from this list and I will write a headcanon based on the word

Love

Hate

Hopes

Fears

Crying

Laughter

Travel

Dreams

Music

Art

Best Friend

Worst Enemy

Hair

Eyes

Hands

Smile

Scars

Winter

Summer

Spring

Autumn

Family

Romance

Orientation

Religion

Beauty

Sleep

Home

Bedroom

Sex

Death

Birth

Safe

Affection

Guilt

Sacrifice

Vengeance

Sympathy

Secret

Scent

Memory

Loss

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          " heh ... didn’t expect to find someone else here. this doesn’t exactly look like much of a tourist spot. ”

          step by careful step, he allows himself to approach the seated figure, its back framed against the cityscape in a show of picturesque magnificence along the cliff’s edge. the sea of flowers releases a tempest of petals, lets them dance upon the winds and paint a scene of an almost otherworldly kind of serenity. he remains still but for a moment, indulging in the spectacle before proceeding toward the outermost edge of the cliff —— the tips of his boots just barely beyond the brink, eyes set firm upon the gathering dusk.

          “ ... it’s quite the view, huh? ”

          ✦  :  @zioneal.