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@acadcmiac​ ! An absolutely delightful mun who has such a passion for their muse. They’re very fun to talk to and I find them an absolute delight! Plus, I always have a soft spot of Fukawa. 

@theoryoflilacs​ ! Cola is my love tbh I love her Kirigiri so much that no one understands. She captures her so well and still maintains being in character throughout all of the silly verses we’ve thrown both Hinata and Kirigiri into that it’s amazing. Besides, Cola is a perfect bean who I adore always. She puts up with my shenanigans. 

@aurousheiress​ ! Bon is a wonderful human who plays their muses so amazingly no matter what blogs they’re on. I absolutely fell in love with their Teru because honestly, it’s so nice to see someone play him outside of just being a pervert or comic relief. Bon has expanded both Teru and Saionji way past their cannon and I love watching them on the dash and writing with them is a gift tbh.

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[@innocent-idol requested an appointment!]

❝E-Excuse me...? D-Do you know the way a-around here...? I... I-I’m lost... I-I don’t know my way around here very well...❞

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❦ - innocent-idol

Send ❦ for my muse’s reaction to realising how deeply they care about yours. // @innocent-idol

Seiko cared deeply for a lot of people. Mainly for friends and family. The moment she realised she cared for one of her closest friends--Ishimaru Kiyotaka--was whenever they realised the other’s disorder.

HOW THEY BOTH RELATED TO THE ONE PHRASE “I want to throw up”. It was at that moment she realised. SHE WANTED HIM TO GET BETTER. She CARED if he lived or died due to this mental illness. He was like her BROTHER--they knew each other better than they thought.

Remaining silent as her arms wrapped around his body, she whispered something.

❝P-Please eat, I-Ishimaru-san.❞

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😶 - Quietly lean against my muse

Touch Starved Meme

It had been a long day–but the hunt for inspiration for Ishimaru’s new outfit for his tour was finally over. EXHAUSTION RUSHED THROUGH HER VEINS. Whenever she felt a light weight lean against her as they remained on the subway, waiting to arrive back at the fashionista’s studio, she knew she wasn’t alone.

Bustling crowds began to scamper on and off the vehicle. Seiko watched with dulled eyes as she almost drifted off to sleep on her feet. No words had to be said–BUT SHE WAS RATHER CONTENT WHERE SHE WAS. For now, anyway–since the train was beginning to fill once again.