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independent multimuse OC blog | low activity | est. 2017

[suizokukans]

                       “...I believe we were meant to cross paths for a reason.”

    multimuse oc blog containing human and supernatural characters, as penned by clover.  >( c | ‘ )°

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[pagewoman]

Roses at Sissinghurst Castle, Kent, England

 by Paul Minister

[isl-equ-ay]

[suizokukans]

"Iffin I held out m' hand, would ye take it?" the fox asks with a smile, an offer, a trick in the tones of his voice. Impish, sly. He meant no harm, not really; Every wildfire had purpose, in the end. The world was bigger than it seemed. "Would ye wanna see somethin' worth lookin' at?" / for sasha! he's thinking mostly of whisking him away to the nightmarket

"That's entirely dependent on your plans." He wastes no time in already showing his intentions of potentially deflecting, but he will at least hear him out.

Tilting his head slightly to the side, he raises an eyebrow at the vague offer, having no idea what this man thought the definition of 'worth looking at' meant. From his previous encounters.. something extreme, right?

"Where exactly do you plan on taking me?"

[suizokukans]

Lore drop! Viktoria’s star/moon aesthetic

lowkey she just really finds it relaxing and cute. she spends a lot of time asleep/drowsy and sleeping is usually related to night time so the stars & moon so she thought it'd be fun to just wear stuff with the aesthetic ! she does enjoy stargazing a little too

[the-first-flower]

[suizokukans]

shout out to hayato for being the first person to realize sasha really is just bumming around living off insurance benefits and his savings

[suizokukans]

Hayato stared wide eyed at the other unsure of what to say. Apparently this guy was someone close to his brother. He eyed from curiously, “So… what do you do?” He asked, considering he wasn’t Kisumi’s usual type.

Honestly, he didn't even care that the guy was staring a hole through his head - it was more so the fact Aleksandr was starting to feel as if he couldn't go to his favourite café anymore without running into someone. He hadn't even sat down before he'd been ushered into such a weird conversation.

"Is that what people are curious about these days?" As someone who no longer had a job, and when his previous one was a celebrity in the Paris ballet circuit, he actually did not ever care about that question. "I like to go to museums, or screenings of older movies. I travel out of the city often to go and see them. That's it."

[its-just-a-meme]

LORE DROP!

Send Lore Drop! And I will talk about lore or a head canon regarding my muse.

Feel free to specify with a question or details if you would like to hear about something specific!

[suizokukans]

[suizokukans]

[daily-spooky]

[suizokukans]

Good morning lovelies im back to my usual waking hours

[foxeia]

Aend Studio

[flxwergxrden]

Akio doesn't look up immediately when the door opens.

He sits behind his dark mahogany desk, illuminated only by the warm glow of a single desk lamp and the dim moonlight filtering through the heavy blinds. The rest of the expansive office is swallowed in shadows. In front of him lies an open file, a sleek fountain pen resting between his fingers as he quietly reads through a document, letting the silence stretch out between them.

The soft, hesitant greeting hanging in the air is met with cold, deliberate stillness. He lets five agonizing seconds pass—testing her ability to stand in uncomfortable silence—before he finally caps his pen with a sharp, decisive click.

Slowly, his dark gray eyes rise to meet hers, taking in every detail of her hasty appearance: the slightly disheveled raven hair she tried to comb through with her fingers, her red-rimmed eyes, and the subtle, lingering tension in her posture.

"It is three in the morning, Rosalea," Akio says, his voice flat, calm, and carrying an effortless, heavy weight that commands the room. "And 'good' is entirely dependent on whether or not you are capable of following directions."

He leans back in his leather chair, resting his elbows on the armrests and lacing his fingers together as he studies her like an asset under evaluation.

"Lesson number one," he begins, his gaze sharp enough to feel like a physical pressure. "In this house, your panic is a liability. When you are summoned, you do not rush in looking like a fugitive who just scrambled out of bed. You compose yourself. You fix your breathing, you smooth your hair, and you walk in with absolute control over your body language—regardless of how little sleep you have had."

He gestured faintly to the open space in front of his desk, his tone leaving zero room for argument.

"Stand here. Shoulders back, hands at your side, and eyes on me. We are going to practice until you can look me in the eye without flinching."

[suizokukans]

As soon as she speaks she realizes how dark the office is; and how she's severely underestimated what time it is. How much sleep did she even get? There's probably a part of her still running on sheer adrenaline to cause her to be so alert.

Waiting for a reply she steps further into the office, glancing around for a clock anywhere before her eyes fall back onto Akio with the sound of the pen clicking reverberating through the silence.

"Three-?!"

It certainly doesn't feel like three in the morning - then again she has no idea what time it feels like.. but certainly not that time. And she was woken up to be taught tricks?

"Did you even sleep?"

She can't help but ask as she furrows her brow - he seems to have been glued to his seat since the last time she saw him; and if she had to be honest - he did give off the vibes of someone who didn't rest at all.

As soon he finishes his first instructions, she can't help but look at him in disbelief - even if she starts to move into the place he'd directed, her expression shows she wasn't one hundred percent on obeying him exactly just yet. Her next string of words hammering that in.

"You can't expect someone to suddenly be ready after being woken up in five minutes! It takes way longer for a woman like me to get herself presentable!"

Seems like getting rest had returned some of her bite back that initial fear and exhaustion was holding back.

"If you wanted me to come down here looking presentable, you need to give me more time. Five minutes.. I spent half the time getting here - giving me barely two minutes to change clothes! There's no way you've decided to keep me in that room and then need me so urgently I've got no time to doll myself up!"

The whole time she'd been ranting at him though, she had almost perfectly kept in the spot though; fists clenched at her side with annoyance written all over her face as she never stopped looking at him. She did have some pride in her appearance; and the fact Akio had said all that just had been irritating.

"Compose myself? Fix my hair? And walk in like everything is okay in a tiny timeframe? I'm not a robot who can do that at the flick of a switch! Even my husband gave me over an hour to get ready every day!"

[anecdotale]

The way she said Lerwick was how people often spoke the town’s name: Quietly and with some uncertainty. No one means to end up in Lerwick. She seemed the worldly type in the way she dressed: A strong aesthetic, an affinity for shades of purple and stars and moons.  Someone important. For her sake, Carmichael hopes she’s able to leave Lerwick as soon as possible.  

He answers her question with an eager nod. “Of— Of course. I’ll, ermm..” he begins to fidget with his hands as his brain searches for a way to be useful to her. “Would you.. Like for me to carry any of your belongings for you?” 

No, perhaps that was too forward. He hadn’t even introduced himself yet- What an absolutely insane thing to suggest. He clears his throat, scarred cheeks turning scarlet. “Oh, so sorry— I’m Carmichael. I tend to the gardens around here, so.. I.. know my way around and can help you.”  He was talking in circles.

[suizokukans]

"Are you sure...?" Whilst receiving an offer of help wasn't weird to her; she always felt as if she were slightly burdening someone even if they lent the hand first without prompting.

Glancing down at the two bags next to her, she then looks back up at him, hearing out his introduction before saying anything further.

"Oh... it's alright... it's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice is soft as she speaks, with an ever present tinge of sleepiness to it, as if she could drift off at any moment. "My name is Viktoria..." Offering a small smile, she recalls her bags sitting by her feet and slowly nods.

"If you can help me... I would be grateful but please... allow me to return the kindness.. somehow."

[bunnypets]

by kirakiralife.t