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[swansatcoole]

SWANSATCOOLE — a semi-selective , independent roleplay blog as written & adored by mar ( she/her , twenty5 , gmt+7 , seasian ) . featuring original muses of various genres & verses .

look into the mirror : guidelines , tracker what of the reflections ? muses , pinterest say something ! open starters what do you want truly ? desired plot , desired face

STATUS : moving + starting a new job , slow with replies , please be patient with me .

[moonrvier]

"Right. Of course." She should be used to this from him by now. Araya liked to tell herself that she wasn't bothered by Alphonse's coming and going. Their set-up was convenient; they kept each other company whenever they needed to, and kept the other side of the bed warm when the need arose. He didn't owe her updates. He didn't owe her anything. "Training camp. Got it." And yet, it didn't stop from making her feel awful. Like she was an island he could vacation to whenever he felt like it. She hated it even more that she welcomed him every time he came back. "You disappeared for weeks," she pointed out. "And I'm supposed to be -- what? Just grateful that you're back?"

[swansatcoole]

" and aren't you . . . " a raised brow, and he moves a little closer, lessens the gap between them just so, " grateful that i'm back? " he peers down at her, glances at her lips. defaulting to arrogance has always been his modus operandi. that, and nonchalance. " you're cute when you're mad, but why prolong the anger? " alphonse tilts his head, eyes fixed on araya's face, trying to gauge her reaction.

[swansatcoole]

going to hopefully ease back into doing replies by monday !

[swansatcoole]

replies will , unfortunately , be coming even later because i just got a job offer ( yay ! ) and now have to figure out moving to the area my new office is in + the logistics of it all <3 i will be drafting things and getting to posting replies on tuesday ! sorry for all the wait , it's just a very transitory time in my life right now .

[swansatcoole]

gonna be back tmrw with replies !

[swansatcoole]

my schedule this week just got busier but i will be around tmrw to do some replies !

[swansatcoole]

higkey have way too many things going on this week to sit down & do replies or draft some replies . i'll be around this weekend instead . things are just really happening for me rn agshdjk

[beingalones]

closed starter for @swansatcoole

"i don't need you to get it, i get it. so come to the performance or don't, i honestly don't care anymore."

[swansatcoole]

" i never said i wasn't going to come, " gia draws out a sigh. she can feel the headache coming in, pounding on the back door of her mind. " i'll go if it means that much to you. " she's never been a fighter, always one to acquiesce, to back down when push comes to shove. " now, can we stop fighting about this? "

[swansatcoole]

my schedule this week just got busier but i will be around tmrw to do some replies !

[swansatcoole]

the replies are just not coming right now </3 will try again on monday !

[swansatcoole]

love it when both the leads in the kdrama can act <3 like lee dohyun and kim minha together ? i've never been more excited for a kdrama afsghjk

[swansatcoole]

i have to go to a govt office at 8 am to get some governmental stuff processed & it's gonna be a long wait . gonna try & get some replies drafted during the wait because i will be in there for hours </3

[slcwblooms]

he doesn’t watch the whole thing, recognizing it as a funeral right that he had no interest. his business is completed with the dead, a bringer of death rather than a reaper of wayward souls. it’s not until words are directed at him that his attention snaps back into focus. “perceptive.” his words are void of emotion, there's no need for falce niceties. he knows what she is, only one of their own would put in the level of care into laying a monster to rest. and she would recognize what he was, a foul creature in his own right.

derrick steps from the shadows, no point in concealing himself now. “pity is wasted on the damned, though i’m sure you know that well.” words hang in the quiet air, a moment to contemplate who exactly was damned in this situation. every fiber of his being screamed at him to do what he had been trained to do, and yet hesitation. she wasn’t doing anything wrong, yet her existence was. “you know it’s dangerous to linger.”

[swansatcoole]

she watches as he emerges from the shadows. lips curling into a smile and hands clasping together, an almost solemn look on her face. there's recognition here. he knows what she is, which curse has afflicted her many years ago. and she, in turn, knows what he is, which kind of chivalry he pretends to gain by slaying her kind. in a way, they're two sides of the same coin. " i take it you're not going to let this damned walk away. " batari replies. vampire hunters are known to linger, to stay behind and lie in wait. and yet, her sentimentality has always won out, her human traits seeping through. it never feels right to abandon one of your own. so she studies him, his face and his movements. the dead vampire was as good as a newborn, only a few years old, barely waddling around in the sands of time. but they were quick, more poised and trained for the offensive than batari is. surely this hunter isn't a run-of-the-mill one. " how did you do it? " she asks. " did you run up from behind and catch them off guard? " it's part distraction tactic, getting them to blab away, part curiosity. " did they cry? yelp in pain? was it satisfying for you? " she furtively glances around, stakes out possible escape routes, looks the corpse's way one last time. " tell me, hunter. are you happy with what you've done? "

[swansatcoole]

ft. @nouvelis

he's quick to smile the moment he spots her. hands full of plastic bags filled with takeout, various kinds, because he isn't sure of her preferences. " special delivery, " caleb calls out, holds up the bags slightly. " please tip me a lot on the delivery app and give me a five-star rating. "

[apricxty]

@swansatcoole for han song-yi

Broken windows. Flickering lights. Silence, except for the sound of a handless clock ticking against the wall.

"This is not a nightmare." Lin Yi spoke without turning. It didn't take much to recognize a new player - the confusion, the staring, and the desperate hope that waking up was still an option. "It is a game."

Children's drawings covered the walls, water damage from the never-ending rain distorting the crayon figures.

"But if you die in here, you die in real life too."

Come play!

The letters appeared one by one, in red, yellow, and green.

Come play with us.

"They are here." Lin Yi's eyes narrowed. "We should go." And then he started walking, stopping only once, just long enough to glance back at her. "Don't talk to them. Don't try to comfort them. Don't run unless all the letters are green."

[swansatcoole]

song-yi isn't sure of when she fell asleep, how she ended up here, and what this is. all that she remembers is the glow of the refrigerator light, how it glinted off the kitchen countertops, and the post-it the nanny had left. she remembers sitting down, either on the couch or one of the chairs by the dining table. her phone was there, in her hands. she was looking at some file or another. it must've been the children's progress reports from school, charts on how well they're doing in each class, little notes from their teachers. and then, she's standing here, wearing her coat and carrying her bag, knuckles turning white from gripping its strap. " what do you mean die? " the man up front is a solid figure, a distraction from the scrawls she recognises as the ones she put up on her refrigerator just yesterday. the letters, too, look real, eerily familiar in its strokes. she steps forward, chasing after him as he starts to walk. " what is all this? who are they? " she tugs at his sleeve, willing him to stop. in the back of her mind, she recalls it: the stories on the internet, the strange email in her spam folder. oh god, why did she click on it? " who are you? if this isn't a nightmare, what kind of game is this? " her voice wavers. " i have kids. these — they look like their drawings. how do you have them? "

[apricxty]

"I've strolled in the royal garden five times already and watched the dance performances thrice." Cang Yuan lamented. "I could probably take over for the main dancer at this point."

"And come now, don't make this about our friendship - I like you plenty." He just longed for fresh air and hated most other things in the capital. "I know, why don't you come to the North with me? We can hunt foxes and make you a nice fur-trimmed cloak."

It was not going to happen, though. The Emperor would never let his prized prince run off with a general's unruly kid.

"Also, fine, I am a little worried his Majesty is contemplating a match for me." Though subtle, the Emperor hinted at the topic during their last conversation. "I'll be honest, women terrify me. Especially all of your sisters."

[swansatcoole]

" should i suggest it to the troupe's leader? i'm sure the main dancer would appreciate a day off or two. " mirth colours canyue's face. while no one in court seems particularly eager to see cang yuan dance, it doesn't mean there's no audience for it, though. a crowd would gather he reckons. " the north sounds fun. " he's never been, having been forbidden to go most places for fear of perishing during the journey or being held captive by enemies of the throne. " my father might allow it, if we promise to give him the cloak instead. " there's a ring of doubt around his words. it dissipates into thin air the moment cang yuan makes mention of his sisters. " is he looking to betroth you to one of my sisters? " canyue lets out a laugh, shakes his head. " perhaps we should send you back to the north soon. getting mauled by a fox while hunting is a much better fate than marriage to either one of them. " the princesses are fine company on the outside. inside, they make for vicious siblings, the kind that make for a hard and laborious childhood. there wasn't a day in his youth when he wasn't tasked by them to do all kinds of things, most of them simply to amuse them. " should i smuggle you out on one of the produce carts? "

[moonrvier]

Junseo paused in his pursuit to clear the table of the books he'd been using, lifting his gaze to look at Song-yi. He shrugged a shoulder in response, usually not one for social gatherings, but it stirred something inside him that she was curious. "I have a paper that's due..." He gave her the excuse he gave everyone, but it lacked the conviction it usually had. He hadn't been sure if she'd be there, as he found himself looking forward to seeing Song-yi at club meetings, and now that she was -- and seemingly wanting him to be there too -- his resolve at not going began to waver. "Oh yeah?" He straightened, the sides of his lips tugging upward. "None of the seafood like last year? I heard everyone got sick."

[swansatcoole]

" if you go, i'll help you with your paper! " song-yi quickly offers, widening her eyes in a pleading look. they're not in the same major. so, truthfully, she likely wouldn't be much help with his assignment, unless it somehow has a lot to do with colour theory or gouache. still, anything to get him to come to the event. " i booked the restaurant last year too . . . " song-yi gasps, a petulant pout on her lips. it was a stain on her reputation, how her choice led to thirteen club seniors ending up at the er. " no one will get sick this time, " a shake of her head. " or if they do, at least you'll be there to help me get them to the hospital! " song-yi pleads once more, batting her eyelashes up at him. if it were any other member, she wouldn't be this insistent, wouldn't plead with them this much. but it's junseo. and there's something comforting about his presence, about their walks back to the dorm and the conversations that come with it. about his smile and the swoop of his hair that falls across his face. it's a silly crush, one she can't deny having on him. " so i'll see you at the dinner? we can walk together from the dorms too. "

[bloodrodeo]

Looking at her now is a little surreal, the way she grazes against the beginnings of familiarity, but not quite. For how small their town is, he hardly ever runs into people he went to high school with. "Same, 2015." He confirms. A clip of laughter shoots out of him. "That's funny." Trent doesn't know why it is, just the way she phrased. Stopped being social some time in high school. "Guess you could say the same for me, was so anti-social I left." But that's not quite the truth. The truth is actually pretty boring - tale as old as time, things were bad at home. He takes her hand in a firm shake, pleased to be meeting someone that knows the town. Trent's skirting city to city most of the year, but this town - it's all he has that feels like his own, sometimes. "A real pleasure." He's back here enough that the changes are dealt in incremental whiplash, rather than a full on car crash, neck-breaking kind like it must be to her. There's more fast food joints than ever. "It has. But Tootsie's is still goin' strong so that's all that really matters." The brisket place on the corner of Wellington. "Me as well. That's most of the young people here. Back for their folks." It's one of them towns that people leave, not at any fault of the town. It's not a hard place to be, but it's a harder place to stay. "Nah. Where you comin' from?" 

[swansatcoole]

it's strange, how they could both be of the same class, likely had the same teachers and walked through the same hallways for some odd years, and yet still did not know the other's name up until now. time and happenstance are elusive indeed. " i guess we were both too antisocial to really know each other back then? " she offers up an explanation, joining in on his clip of laughter with her own nervous ones. it's still nice, to meet someone who knew the 2015 version of this town. " i've actually never tried tootsie's, " she must sound sacrilegious. everyone swears by tootsie's briskets. it's a local favourite, an institution in the form of a restaurant. " i should go one of these days and see what it's all about. what do you recommend from their menu? " the corner of her eyes and lips crinkle into a half-moon smile. he's not wrong that most of the people their age only pass through to visit family, parents and relatives that will never move again. " seattle. i'm doing my residency there. i'm a doctor, emergency medicine. " ch'iu yueh replies. " what about you? where do you live now? "