#cursedblessed

[dayscorch]

@cursedblessed, i need her so bad it makes me look stupid

only astro/cursedblessed can u.s.e/r.e.b.log/r.e.p.ost.

[kaercu]

@cursedblessed | ★

infinity drops as his finger makes contact with ophelia's forehead, pressing against the space between her furrowed eyebrows. " why do you look so concerned? everything's fine now. "

none of the sorcerers died. the kids were healed. the curses were exorcised. it's a clean resolution to a messy situation, and time moves on like it always does. the night parade of a hundred demons will soon be an old story to swap over lunch with coworkers, making light of a crisis that wasn't light at all. and worst of all... satoru smiles. nah, he can't think about that right now. ophelia's already worried.

" careful, ophie, " the sorcerer chimes and drops his hand. " you'll get wrinkles making that face. "

[kisumitenderly]

🩷🩷🩷———— @cursedblessed continued from here

Kisumi’s attention didn’t wane despite Atlas’s denial of his suspicions. It made sense after all if he fit into some neurodivergent category of some kind. He was very lacking in any sort of expression. Always looking at him with the same sort of natural face which Kisumi really couldn’t decipher. It was one possible explanation.

“I’m not sold.” He admitted even though the other was denying, not even allowing his theory be entertained. “Here you are reading a paper, spending coins that are basically obsolete. For what? Fire starter? Are you a scrap booker?” Kisumi leaned forward, trying to get some sort of grip on the situation.

Even if nothing was the case he liked that his prodding annoyed the other, got his attention back on him. Even negative attention was still attention after all.

“…expressionless… very particular…unusual hobbies…”

[asocier]

“Sometimes I think you’re really smart, and other times I think you have the intelligence of an amoeba. You worry me." -Dakota to Aito ( science pulled her out )

          "am i a cute amoeba, though?" he clearly does not take any offense to dakota's statement, perhaps a sign that he was quite aware of his own shortcomings when it came to his smarts. or, he was ignoring the issue entirely, but it was more likely the former than the latter. "listen, i'm a big boy! you don't have to worry about me. i figure things out eventually." plus, he's made it this far in life. surely he was doing something right.

          "that's so nice, though. knowing you care about me. i really care about you too! but tell me — am i the cutest amoeba?"

[elllano]

Closed starter w/ @cursedblessed

How long has it been? Years? A decade? A lot had happened since Saffron last saw that face. The face of a man he once considered a friend. The young pirate had spent his childhood looking up to him when they were both young pups, even considered him a brother. What should’ve been a joyous reunion, was turning into a sour realization. Freedom, adventure, living life to its fullest from Providence to Nassau huh. It was all they would talk about when they were younger. It was a kids dream, but one Saffron held close to his heart.

The spyglass image was clear as the Caribbean Sea on white sands, and yet he still couldn’t believe it. The Captain ordered for all hands on deck but Saffron stood still. The faint voices in the background planning on how to deal with the approaching ship could barely overcome the noise of his thoughts. Why is he wearing that uniform. His body acted despite the orders from above.

The taste of the salty sea on his lips could only overcome the bitter feelings for a second. Poseidon would be jealous if he saw the speed at which Saffron was swimming. The cut from a blade stings but this type of hurt could only be caused by a dull blade stuck to the unsuspecting back. The man whose opinion he held so high, whose ideals played part in Saffrons decision to become a pirate. Atlas, why would you become this. He would get his answer, one way or another.

[desiderixm]

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Unpopular rpc opinions

From my experience; The most vocal people who preach about how shit female muses are treated by the rpc, are usually the people who are being the most bigoted and weird about them. Used to write with someone who would always talk about that and then turn around and only use my female muses as props to help develop their male oc while my female muses (cannon and not) were never allowed to have their own plots or development. I had to tell them 3 times explicitly that my Sable is not going to mother their male muse and she is only using him for her own personal gain.

This has stayed pretty consistent even into 2025 is the sad thing. It's made me pretty picky about who I even throw my female muses at. Misogyny is alive and well here and I'm so tired of it.

[viliria]

❛ w-what're you givin' me that look for , @cursedblessed ? ❜

[gloryundimmed]

@cursedblessed

Sometimes, Kai couldn't resist the urge to do something stupid; it was part of what made him unpredictable and unruly— two attributes that came to him as naturally as breathing. When Atlas entered his office one morning, he'd find Kai there, leaning back in his chair, combat boots up on the desk with a cigarette between his lips. He had already helped himself to the expensive whiskey reserved for guests, and his cocky grin grew as Atlas stepped into the room. "Oh, look who finally made it. I was startin' t' wonder if ya took the day off or somethin', and that woulda made me sad 'cause I would've broken in here for nothin'. So tell me... How's your mornin' been, sunshine?"