#moonstems

[tewwor-is-moving]

nya't my problem ( accepting ) — @moonstems

'Mmmeeeeeyrroooowwwww!' Comes then nth yowl from just beyond the backdoor. Even with the downpour crashing around, this sopping wet, pathetic creature keeps airing his complaints at the thundering sky; as if there isn't a window already cracked open for him.

[mugennoiro]

💌 @moonstems (Hilda) sent: ❝ i  don’t  need  perfect. ❞ ❤️ (Nanami) | memes (always accepting!)

SUBTLETY IS USUALLY A SPECIALTY, but now he is forced to reckon with failure. Perhaps she picked up on the abundance of content he consumed: the perfect sear, plate ratios, and wine pairings. Videos and articles watched and read in the weeks leading up to Valentine's Day. Her statement commands silence, leaving him hinged over the table shortly after placing their plates. Even the sound of a wood wick candle is drowned out by the palpitations in his ears.

"I—" A coarse clearing ignites his vocal cords once more "I'm aware." The plate rotates slightly so the protein catches the light favorably. "However" fingers splay across the table, careful not to disturb the place settings "It's important to me to deliver something of quality." That something was reverse-seared filet mignon with grilled asparagus, and scalloped potatoes drenched in a silky, decadent béchamel. Ochre eyes scrape from the plate and drag themselves to meet a crystalline stare. "I know that conversation isn't something you crave," He explains, his voice still reduced to an apprehensive hush. "It was my understanding that the effort and labor would speak for itself." Fingers find the bridge of his nose, gently kneading it. Against his better judgment, an addendum slips free on the wings of a sigh, "That it would transcend words."

[bravcguardian]

❛ i'm not a violent dog . i don't know why i bite . ❜ (there's no fucking way that quote is here!!!! Okuyasu and Maria!!!!)

     𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 that shared the same kind of grief, about a life that couldn't be or expectations placed on their shoulders that were shattered due to being unable to fulfill the role. A reluctant acceptance of defeat before finding courage to push forward, because their lives were theirs at the end of the day.

     It was odd to think so pessimistically at such age, but life had its ways to shape people : to be ruthless in order not to be crushed, to become a stepping stool in order to feel useful. Olive green eyes looked at the boy next to her, curiously studying him with a side-glance before she looked up towards the sky. Maria didn't want him to feel observed, not when he was finally opening up.

     What an odd day, she thought as she scooted closer to the boy, their shoulders bumping as if quietly offering comfort while the words hung in the air. Nijimura Okuyasu was the type of guy who made everyone forget just what kind of life he had been subjected to. It was quite a feat, since he didn't actively try. He was living his life as best as he could, simply facing whatever challenge life tossed at him. On the other hand, Maria was overly conscious of her efforts to appear cheery and without worries, she had done it thus far. No real reason to stop.

     Maybe, maybe today was a special occasion. Looking at the ground, she reached to place her hand above his, before intertwining their fingers and squeezing his hand. It was rough to the touch, it indicated the life that he led under a shadow. Before he became a blinding light of his own.

     ❝ You are not some dog, Oku ❞, her reprimand came out as a soft whisper from their proximity, as if she was trying to keep this conversation a secret from the world. Her gaze kept looking at their joined hands, the differences of their lives up until now reflected on them in subtle ways. ❝ You can be violent and you can bite, but never without reason... I know you have a golden heart, much bigger than mine. If you attack, it's never out malice ❞.

     ❝ It's self-defense, and there's nothing wrong with trying to survive. To live, to look forward whatever is out there... ❞, she recalled painful memories of the past filled with dread from trying to solve their predicament quickly, how she couldn't participate due to being hospitalized. A heavy sigh left past her lips, and she rested her head on his upper arm while slowly letting go off his hand, instead she hugged her knees close to her chest while using him as support. If he compared himself to a dog, truly she was no different. Their approaches, maybe, Keichou hadn't been kind whereas Keisuke couldn't be present. One learnt to growl and show their fangs, another learnt to hopelessly wait by the door with a wagging tail for endless hours. ❝ Uhm... I'm proud of you, and I know that kinda came out of left field but..! It felt sorta right to say it. I'm glad that you're still here and doing your best, Oku ❞.

[undeadunalive]

@moonstems ∣ 🩸

"I am well aware that you're staring at me, Simon. I may not be able to sense what pumps through your veins, but I can hear it. I'm still here, my love... despite my lack of breathing or moving, I assure you."

[mugennoiro]

💌 special delivery: @moonstems (Hilda) | Neela speaks her mind! (accepting!)

"Wow . . . " hushed wonder sucks the volume from her voice. Hands cautiously hover before her prospective patient. "You're not like a giant or anything but you're reeeaaaally long and narrow. Don't worry, though! You'll fit on the bed!"

[mugennoiro]

💌 special delivery: @moonstems (Vito) | Takaba tells your muse a joke! (accepting!)

"Say, do you know why the pony couldn't sing in the choir?"

The pause lingers for a beat, accompanied by a grin that teems with anticipation. "Because" arms fling out on either side, "He was a little horse!" the punchline is obscured only slightly by his uncontrolled laughter. Tears emerge at the outer corner of his russet eyes; they spill over with each bar of raucous laughter which shakes his entire body.

[mugennoiro]

💌 special delivery: @moonstems (Hilda) | Valentine's Ship Portraits (accepting!)

[mugennoiro]

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  skin  as  they  whisper,  “You’re  enjoying  this,  aren’t  you?” (hello hi I was scrolling through your memes!!! Vito for Pol ❤️🙊 it's just a tease he doesn't have to react !!! Vito is just testing the waters haha )

A WAFT OF WARMTH fanned over alabaster skin. The response? Immediate. A shiver shimmied up the Frenchman's spine, leaving ripples of goosebumps in its wake. Prickled skin remained in spite of the latent heat lingering in the atmosphere. A glacial gaze peered ahead, almost through the man just before him. A pleasant buzz vibrated every cell. Lips fell open, but no words followed.

It was a strange thing to process. It was even stranger to confront. His body reacted so pleasantly—the same way it did in the presence of beautiful women—but his mind was perplexed. The experience was uncharted territory, and he was not confident navigating by instinct. Uncertainty curdled in his throat, quivering visibly as he sat staring ahead. "I don't know." The admission strained its way through his teeth, as if wrung from his vocal cords. At last, his pale irises peeled away from their target and moved to the brunette before him. A structured, finely sculpted face that epitomized androgyny, but . . . in certain lights, it garnered a familiar, feminine likeness. Silent stammering moved lips unable to make words. "This is uh—" a soft, unsteady chuckle was interrupted by a sharp inhale "New for me." Heat bloomed on the surface of porcelain skin. A smile—both bashful and apologetic—stretched across his lips.