Indie private multi-muse blog to a plethora of dark and enchanting oc & canon characters. Fandoms include: Diabolik Lovers, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Shameless, and more. Mastermind behind the blog is Kanami. She/Her. 30+.
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Affiliates: macabremischief & bloodlustbangarang
Mains: Percy & Rose & Rachael & Elijah & Alaric & Jeremy & Kol & Tony & Steve & Wade & Jason
Exclusives: Klaus & Klaus & Opie & Juice & Chibs & Tig & Maia & Homelander & Hughie & Marcel (only for Davina) & Stu
Ship Exclusives: Kou & Jeremy & Kou & Percy & Billy & Stu & Kol & Jeremy (both ways) & Damon & Alaric & Harley & Tig & Harley & Jason & Butcher & Homelander & Damon & Rachael
Muse List Below Cut:
⛧⋆.˚ Character Index ˚.⋆⛧
Main Roster:
Kou Mukami ( Diabolik Lovers ) - Primary
Azusa Mukami ( Diabolik Lovers ) - Secondary
Kanna Moonstar ( OC ) - Request
Damon Salvatore ( Vampire Diaries ) - Primary
Jeremy Gilbert ( Vampire Diaries ) - Secondary
Elena Gilbert ( Vampire Diaries ) - Tertiary
Bonnie Bennett ( Vampire Diaries ) - Tertiary
Rebekah Mikaelson ( The Originals ) - Primary
Kol Mikaelson ( The Originals ) - Request
Davina Claire ( The Originals ) - Tertiary
Harley Quinn ( DC ) - Secondary
Scott Lang ( Marvel ) - Tertiary
Billy Butcher ( The Boys ) - Private
Billy Loomis ( Scream ) - Request
Sandie Collins ( Soho ) - Request
Finnick Odair ( The Hunger Games ) - Tertiary
Ian Gallagher ( Shameless ) - Secondary
Lip Gallagher ( Shameless ) - Request
Mandy Milkovich ( Shameless ) - Request
Spencer Reid ( Criminal Minds ) - Tertiary
Additional Muses ( tests ):
Shuu Sakamaki ( Diabolik Lovers ) - Private - Yūya Asato ( vampire, he/him, bisexual & homoromantic, 19 and older ) / Involved in The Originals & Vampire Diaries
Laito Sakamaki ( Diabolik Lovers ) - Private - Ibuka Katsuhiko ( vampire, he/him, pansexual, 18 and older ) / Involved in The Originals & Vampire Diaries
Elize Lutus - Info - ( Tales Of Graces F ) - Request ( human/witch, she/her, no shipping, 12 ) / Involved in The Originals & Vampire Diaries
Maysilee Donner ( Hunger Games ) - Request - Anya Taylor-Joy ( human, she/her, bisexual, 16 and older )
Madison Montgomery ( American Horror Story ) - Private - Claire Holt ( human -witch-, she/her, bisexual, 18 and older )
Steve Harrington ( Stranger Things ) - Request - Joe Keery ( human, he/him, bisexual, 16 and older )
Mike Schmidt ( Five Nights At Freddy's) - Private - Josh Hutcherson ( human, he/him, bisexual, 25 and older )
Daniel Atlas ( Now You See Me ) - Request - Jessie Eisenberg ( human, he/him, bisexual, 23 and older )
Tony Dinozzo ( NCIS ) - Request - Michael Weatherly ( human, he/him, heterosexual, 21 and older )
Nam-gyu ( Squid Games ) - Private - Roh Jae-won ( human, he/him, homosexual, 27 and older )
Thor ( Marvel ) - Private - Chris Hemsworth ( god, he/him, ???, ??? and older)
Guest Muses:
Ruki Mukami ( Diabolik Lovers ) - Ryoki Nagae ( vampire, he/him, bisexual, 18 and older ) / Involved in The Originals & Vampire Diaries
Yuuma Mukami ( Diabolik Lovers ) - Asuma Kousuke ( vampire, he/him, bisexual, 18 and older ) / Involved in The Originals & Vampire Diaries
Matt Donovan ( Vampire Diaries ) - Zach Roerig (human, he/him, heterosexual, 16 and older )
Jenna Sommers ( Vampire Diaries ) - Sara Canning ( human, she/her, bisexual, 29 and older )
「 🎀Her body tensed, and immediately she halted in the middle of the school hall. This encounter had to be a nightmare, right? Otherwise, why was he here? Klaus's invasion of their school had been traumatic enough. She remembered this one. Jeremy had claimed he made a friend, just to discover it was one of the Originals. Jeremy hadn't seemed bothered by it, but to pretend to be his friend ( as far as she knew ) was cruel, and not something she could instantly forgive. So, she marched right on over to him.
❝ What are you doing here? Haven't you caused enough trouble? ❞ She crossed her arms. ❝ Stay away from Jeremy. ❞ She warned, as if she could really do something. Sure, she could call Stepfan or even Damon, but that meant putting them in danger. She had been training her and there with Alaric, so maybe something she learned could help, or at least stall if it came to it. ❝ I'm not scared of you. ❞ A lie, but what good would it do to seem weak? 」
Discord is my primary writing platform, Tumblr my secondary. I have other RP blogs, hence the low activity.
Anti-Plec.
Kou is by far one of my highest muses and will appear a lot on my blog; he will always be someone I offer up first for interactions.
Please know that my blog is heavily influenced and affiliated with @macabremischief & @bloodlustbangarang. They will have special privileges such as exceptions to shipping rules and exclusives.
Basics
20+ Only. Mutually exclusive for threads. I do write in small text font ( can be asked not to if reading is a struggle ). Icons aren't required, and not all my muses will have them. A finger issue I have prevents me from typing for long periods.
Some Blacklisting: ahs tw
Do not bring drama to me. IC drama only, please.
Following/Unfollowing/Blocking
Heavily selective. If I haven't followed within a week, I likely won't. I prefer to be hard blocked to break mutuals. I prefer to block if not followed (to not risk accidental refollowing). Bullying and ship hate will not be tolerated and will result in an instant block.
OC, Crossover, Self-Inserts & Personals
OC friendly, but heavily selective. If your OC has a relation or history to a canon, it must be discussed.
Crossover-friendly.
Not open to self-insert muses.
Personals can follow, but please do not reblog any writing.
Asks
I am NOT a meme resource.
No NSFW IC on anon without a URL.
I will not thread through re-blogged asks; must be moved to a post.
I accept IC asks from mutuals & non-mutuals. However, I will not continue RP with non-mutuals.
I accept OOC asks from anyone.
Toxic Relationships
It's important to state that toxic relationships will exist on this blog. I want to heavily state that writing this *does not* mean I support or glamorize these relationships.
Shipping
No incest, selfcest, or force shipping.~
Muse's character posts state shipping status.
Romance is for mutuals only. I'm most comfortable with MxM ships; however, I am open to exploring MxF & FxF (though the last I'm easing into since it is the least comfortable for me). I base shipping on chemistry, and I will be far pickier on those I ship with because of bad experiences. Do not collect or use my muses as a backup. Not here for one-sided ships OOC.
In some verses, some of my own muses may be auto-shipped with ( or crushing on ) another muse ( usually my own, unless agreed on otherwise ). This will never be applied without permission unless the muse is single-ship. I like having this as an option when writing with a single-ship muse, their family, a platonic relationship, or someone who doesn't wish to ship romantically. And I am open to this in return or vice versa, so long as you discuss it with me and don't force it on me.
Mains & Affiliates & Exclusives
I do accept these.
Affiliates: we heavily share world-building and lore.
Mains: muses that often interact with mine.
Exclusives: muses that I only write with one version of. Chemistry & OOC communication required.
Ship exclusives: muses that I will only ship with one version of. Chemistry & OOC communication required.
To clarify the communication, we don't have to constantly chat or be besties. But if it's a struggle to reach out for questions regarding the muses or ships, I'm not as open to the exclusives.
NSFW
Spicy will not be written with minors ever. If written here, the tag is "n.sfw" without quotes. Prefer Discord for this content.
Dark Content
Dark content may appear and will be tagged accordingly.
I will not create special tags for people, such as "name, don't look," as I may forget. So, all trigger tags will be basic.
I will never write child abuse, animal abuse, pedo, rape, or sexual gratification amputation. Character backstory mentions are ok.
Eye Gore & Centipede visuals are two things I ask to be tagged.
「📿 ❝ One of us has to be the worst victor in history. Tear up their scripts, tear down their celebrations, set fire to the Victor's Village. Refuse to play their game. ❞ 」
[Fandom]: Tales Of Xillia
[Key Fandoms]: The Vampire Diaries, The Originals
[Alias]: Elly
[Status]: Active ( Primary / Main Muse )
[Species]: Human / Witch ( Verse Dependent )
[Shipping Status]: No Romance
「🪄 ❝ Teepo's not a toy! He's my friend! So please be nice to him, ok. You can be our friend too. ❞ 」
「 🎀The last thing she ever wanted was for Jeremy to be drawn into any of this. Yet, here they were. Their lives were constantly flipped after their loss, and she never imagined they'd be dealing with someone like Klaus. Someone you thought only existed in fiction. Someone you could barely outsmart. And she constantly blamed herself for this. If she wasn't the dopplerganger, this beast of a man would have nothing to gain from them. She doubted they'd even be a speck on his radar. What she was couldn't be altered. But what she didn't seem to understand was that her actions had consequences. That almost everyone around her kept making sacrifices. She bore the weight of something that could change.
Sooner or later, the amount of carnage she witnessed would leave her desensitized. Someone was always either getting hurt or dying. And she didn't want that to be him. But staring at him, watching her little brother decapitate one of Kluas's men, made her somewhat realize it was too late for that. Jeremy...was clearly becoming desensitized if he could do that so easily. He had been killed multiple times now, only surviving because of a ring. And she had seen him hurt.
❝ W-why would you say that? ❞ She flinched, backing up a mere step as that head landed near her feet. But that bothered her less than what Jeremy had said. ❝ I'm sorry, but I'm not just gonna stop caring about you, Jer. I know nothing's fine...But I don't know what I'm supposed to do. You shouldn't even have to do this...❞ It was hard hearing him say this. Was it hurt? Disappoint? That she heard in his voice. ❝ Jeremy, I- ❞ I'm sorry. She'd be a broken record if she kept apologizing to him. But would that even be enough? 」
「🍧Refusal: An action and word rarely associated with the idol. Given his beautiful appearance and social status, people usually gave in to his demands. He rarely, if ever, had to compel their fragile minds. Take one of his bothersome fans for a moment. If he told them their time on Valentine's belonged to him, they'd immediately agree. Not to mention that kissing his hand would be an honor. It wasn't often he gave his fans permission to touch him, despite how desperate they were to do so. Oftentimes, it felt like a power he had over them, until it wasn't. A reminder since his childhood that he was a product meant to be spoiled, regardless of his own feelings. The things that made the world go round weren't foreign to him and would make the average person squirm. Half of the reason he wore such a revealing sweater was to satisfy the cravings of his little fan club, offering them a little eye candy. The scars on his shoulders were so faded that the human eye would overlook them ( unless they pushed past his boundaries to be a mere inch near his skin ). The other half was to bother the idiot before him.
After all, he assumed Percy thought he was talentless, thanks to an untrustworthy outside source. The sole reason the two hit it off like cats and dogs. It's not like the idol had never experienced harsh criticism, since that was common in his career choice. But it mostly appeared on forums he could avert his eyes from. And when it happened on the streets, his fans would race to defend his honor. Over here, he expected none of this. It had surprised him a little that a group of girls even knew who he was, then dragged other girls into their newly formed club. He had gotten a break from the negativity until rumor had it that someone dissed his talents. It shouldn't have bothered him. Went in one ear and out the other. But seeing the supposed culprit had set him off. Awakened something inside of him. Perhaps the repressed anger he had felt from years of criticism finally surfaced, forcing the cap from a bottle that occasionally leaked on the verge of overflowing. Coming from a nobody who shouldn't even know him. And became the undeserving victim of his repression.
Yes, the last time Percy technically complimented what he wore had influenced this decision. Why? Because if the compliment held an ounce of truth to it, that Percy actually found it cute, it meant the idiot ( in his mind ) liked something about him. And the goal was to make him admit it and hopefully humiliate him in the process. Then hold it over his head. Even though that plan wouldn't remedy the talent comment, somehow, in his mind, it was still considered a win. Admittedly, he didn't expect any pushback on his invitation demands. At most, just an eye roll or something equal to that regarding the hand kiss. By now, he considered himself used to this guy's snarky comments, or so he thought.
Nah.
One word followed by the loud thud of his locker made the smirk he wore shift into a slightly surprised expression. Almost reminiscent of someone who had been told no for the first time in their life ( though not true for him since Ruki made him familiar with it ). He reluctantly met his eyes, almost in disbelief. He had been rejected? By this guy! He had taken the time to kindly invite him over for the evening, and even to allow him the pleasure of kissing his hand ( something he was now mad about despite never intending for the kiss to ever happen ), just to be told no! He gritted his teeth as his eyes shifted to a more piercing, ' how dare you ' stare. And clearly the assault of words wasn't over yet, as he had the audacity to, what? Whisper in his ear that he was loud? Or annoying? One hand balled into a trembling fist as he bit his bottom lip, a little too hard. He licked the emerging blood as the wound healed. Could he turn this to his favor? Play the damsel who had gotten a little too hurt and guilt the jerk? Or should he just slam him against a locker and tell him how he really feels?
So far, it was the latter. Not like anyone else was around right now anyway. He caught up with him and shoved him against the lockers. The piercing stare he had was even sharper, full of sheer ire, as their eyes would lock. His right hand harshly gripped the fabric of Percy's shirt beneath his neck as his goal was to keep him in place. Why did this guy get so under his skin? Why did he matter? He was just some guy at this stupid school that Klaus ordered them to monitor. All he wanted to do right now was punch him in his stupid face, maybe turn him into a meal, or just terrorize him. It shouldn't be too hard; he had done it before. Though that bitch had been far more deserving. And here he was pinning someone down like he had been all those years ago. Decades? Centuries? Wanting to hurt this innocent person would make him no better than them, wouldn't it?
He loosened his grip until the fabric left his skin. The anger had disappeared, leaving a vulnerable expression behind. His eyes were practically glued to the floor from the sheer disappointment he felt towards himself. It felt like he wanted to cry, yet the faucet barely turned. No tears even threatened to trickle. Yet his eyes were sorrowful when they finally drifted back to Percy. ❝ Why? Why do you think you're better than me?! ❞ But seconds after the questions left his lips, he had slammed his hand into one of the lockers, leaving a dent behind. It didn't hurt, but he held his hand anyway, as if to mimic a normal human's reaction to harming themself accidentally. Were those footsteps? Great... The last thing he needed was anyone seeing this. He didn't wait. This time, he started walking off before a crowd was drawn in. 」
@depictedblue asked : "I care about you." For my muses reaction!
「🤖That evening, he had picked her up from a party. The car was borrowed from someone who owed him a favor. He stood outside the vehicle, cigerette between his lips, rubbing his hands together as he waited for her. When she finally came, he plucked it and threw it in the grass. ❝ Shit party? Pretty sure I heard the guy living here's a dick anyway. ❞ He squished the cig beneath his shoe into the lawn without a care. ❝ Not good for the environment, but, uh, their problem now. ❞ He took care of her car door for her before hopping back in the driver's seat.
He had some rock music on, the sound low. Compared to the last time they had met, she seemed fine this time. Though that dress wasn't fit for the cold weather they were experiencing. With the luxury of being able to turn on the heat, he did. ❝ Did you know this is one of their greatest hits? No, really. They claimed girls literally flung their panties at them on stage one night during this song. The album hit the millions overnight. It was actually days, but who's counting? ❞ He tried making some small talk as he drove. And kind of surprised himself when they ended up at her place. Almost felt like he was bringing her home from a date early so her dad wouldn't kick his ass. Or mom. Whoever. He turned off the engine, unsure of what he expected. A nightcap? A kiss? Or just a goodbye? But what he got was not on his radar. In fact, it really caught him offguard.
❝ Yeah, ok. ❞ Spoken unsurely. Shit, that's not what you were supposed to say in this sort of situation, but they had only seen each other a few times now. When he dealt with Karen, yeah, she asked what they were, but even then, his response had been garbage. ❝ Hey, wait, hold on... ❞ He'd be lucky if she still was in the car. ❝ I just, uh, don't get why. But I'd like to. ❞ It's not like where she was from jumped all over him unless they wanted a brief taste of the southside, craved bad boys, or wanted to piss their parents off. He had no clue where she fell under that. 」
Rachael bounced into school in festive theme. She had a white baby doll dress with pink and gold glitter hears all over the dress. It had a tule skirt shirt. She had a fake bow with hear arrows and she had a messenger bag with red heart cards. Her hair was done in heart space buns that with heart clips in her hair that looked like alien antenna. She playfully shot Kou with an arrow before handing him a card. Inside was a Valentine card that said nuts about you with chocolate covered nuts. "So I'm doing a Cupid booth at lunch with the cheerleaders. We are giving our roses and I'm doing a kissing booth plus we need a love doctor to give out advice. Wanna help?" She asked him. "I was thinking you could give out juice with Jer~"
@macabremischief
「🍧This holiday was one of the absolute worst ones. Receiving mountains of heartfelt letters and cards, not to mention sweets, was endearing at first, but over time it became overwhelming. Practically on a daily basis, he had been surrounded by a horde of fan girls fighting over who deserved his attention most. The persona made it a cake walk to convince each girl she was equally as special, but inside, he was battling the temptation to snap their necks. The only bright side to this had been the times he occasionally lured a fan aside for a meal. But it was frustrating that this issue carried over here. Some girls had recognized him in the school and decided to form a small fan club. Furthermore, he occasionally ran into a fan or two outside, though not as much as back home, luckily. He considered skipping, but Ruki had told him no. And even if he loathed this day, there were still a couple of people he did want to see. Jeremy and Ray, despite having no reason to, had shown him kindness.
The whole reason he was transformed into a vampire was to assist Karlheniz in his endeavors, which meant showing loyalty to the hybrid Klaus. The most significant reason he was granted immortality had deemed him worthless. He had felt like he failed the man who saved his brothers and him from that twisted orphanage. And like he had failed Ruki. Would he be imprisoned for a while in the dungeon? Killed for his failure? The pending consequences had him on edge, and losing his daylight bracelet made every feeling far worse. So someone who barely knew him, who should have shunned him once he knew he was technically a henchman of Klaus's, had told him he wasn't worthless at all. And his eye told him he wasn't being fooled. And through Jeremy, he had truly gotten to meet Ray. She returned his bracelet, having some sort of power over Klaus, and expected nothing in return. Neither of these two had. And he couldn't understand why.
But he knew he wanted to be closer to them.
Something that drew him to Ray was the fact that, compared to other girls he had encountered, she came off as genuine. However, trust could be a fickle thing. Even when he wanted to simply believe someone, his thoughts became a saboteur, causing him to rely on his eye. He associated with girls almost regularly, but never felt he could call any a friend until he met her. His status as an idol didn't seem to faze her. She never tried to get anything from him. She just treated him like a person. To the point he felt comfortable being around her. In fact, he probably felt the most comfortable around her then Jeremy ( given the fact that sometimes he felt nervous around him, without understanding why ). He doubted anyone else trusted him much, given his prior association with Klaus. Though something made him wonder about Alaric. Then again, he may have just used him for his eye back then. If only he could be sure.
So many thoughts swirled around his mind as he leaned against the locker. Only drawn from them when a...what was this? Picking it up, he noticed it was a silly little toy arrow with a heart shape. If not against his chest, he may not have even noticed it. He twirled it a few times between his fingers as his eyes landed on the culprit. What was she wearing? It was silly yet really cute on her. Compared to him, maybe she enjoyed this stupid holiday. Yet, despite his feelings, he had been convinced to wear a pink sweater to school with a giant heart in the middle. He appreciated the long sleeves. And even though he didn't entirely like seeing his shoulders ( because his eyes knew where his scars were ), the sweater was oversized that it draped over them. Eye candy for his fans, he supposed. ❝ Pixie-chan, you're cupid right? Aren't I supposed to fall for the first person I see? I knew you were into me~ ❞ He teased and handed over the arrow. But the card made him realize that he didn't have anything to give her in return. With his fans, he figured giving them his time was enough, maybe with a little autograph or photo op. But he hadn't considered preparing a gift. ❝ Arigatou. ❞ He thanked her, then tucked the card with the sweets safely away.
A booth? If the cheerleaders were in charge and dressed for the occasion, they'd likely draw in a crowd. He was surprised he hadn't heard Caroline making a big deal out of it yet. For a moment, he thought she was considering him for the love doctor role. Not a wise decision since he knew nothing about it. Without a script, he'd have to pull some cheesy lines out. Laito might be a better choice than him if he were here, though, maybe not. Given his expertise was sex, not love. And the last thing they needed was one of their own suspended or expelled. ❝ Do I get a kiss if I help? ❞ But the idea she had was...enticing. If he agreed, he'd get to spend a little time with Jeremy and her. That was if he agreed, too. ❝ Is he really going to do that? ❞ He'd prefer seeing Jeremy do something simple, as opposed to working a booth, especially the kissing one. However, if this were a fundraiser, he was sure that if he worked the booth, they'd get his little fan club's attendance. He was bound to run into them at some point.
Actually, he was hoping early on that he could see Ray since he assumed she'd likely have plans with Damon later, since she seemed a little cozy with him. Not to mention, Ray and he could hang out the day after together. He'd have plenty of left over choclate they could share. And he'd be up to watching some cheesy rom-com with her to set the mood. So, he was hoping that at some point today, he could spend a little time with Jeremy. That is, if he had no plans. He almost wished Jeremy would ask him, since he usually invited himself into his space. Not that he entirely cared about being the initiator, but the thought of either Jeremy or Ray being bothered by him made his stomach knot. But spending the evening with him, even if all they did was play video games ( or he watched ) and order pizza, was enough. Maybe this would be a good opportunity to feel him out. ❝ Roger~ I'll help you. ❞ He smiled. ❝ I'll see you in a bit. There's something I need to do first. ❞ He leaned in to give her a little cheek kiss before walking away. Even though he wasn't his biggest fan, he had Damon's number. Not because he wanted it, but because of the whole Klaus situation. And guess who was being invited to the kissing booth? He smirked as he sent the text and even exclaimed how adorable Ray looked. He even told him that if he didn't show, he'd steal Ray away~ And even though he wouldn't, he'd send a pic later of him doing so just to piss him off if he was a no-show. He figured this surprise would make her happy. A thank you for the card. 」
Possibly gonna be a bit slow this week. Planning to work on drafts, answer, and send some additional asks. Will be on and off Discord (open to short things there).
For the record, up until that exact moment, Kou was probably furthest from Percy’s mind.
Which, in hindsight, sounded a little bit defensive, yeah: like, why would he be on your mind in the first place, Percy? But, see, wrapped up in schoolwork, consistently struggling to decipher all the words on a page as they slipped and slid around, knowing he needed to do well with this stuff as much as he did the half-blood stuff . . . he had a decent amount of more important things to be worrying about. (And was he a little bit smug having that thought in the first place? Sure, fine. Give him this. It’d drive someone like Kou up a wall learning he wasn’t a top priority.)
As soon as Kou interrupted their little study session in the kitchen, though, Percy had struggled to concentrate again after the fact. A new energy buzzed in him, mixing with the overwhelming confusion at 1) seeing this guy just wander into the room like he’d been here the whole time; 2) realizing, duh, that had to be the case, then; 3) consequentially understanding that he lived here; and 4) processing seeing the idol dressed down in PJs. Ruki had placated the situation before it could turn into more of a scene than it already was, but whatever smugness Percy had mentioned earlier . . . ? Gone.
Because suddenly Kou wouldn’t leave his mind.
Suddenly, as Percy was trying to make numbers make any amount of sense, now, he had that haughty face dancing around his head.
That royally offended tone.
That sneer moments before he’d left them alone.
And he was eager to get the hell out of there when Kou took it upon himself to approach him again just as he endeavored an escape.
So, whatever came next? Percy wouldn’t hesitate to blame him. He’d been trying to leave, after all, to get out of the kid’s hair and put this behind them (seemed like the most mature option . . . many people would be proud to see it). But all it took was one word. Two. Three. Gods, more. He kept talking. And there in the middle of toeing on his shoes, Percy arched a brow and met that vexation on Kou’s face.
“Yeah, you got me. My ultimate plan was to get more personal time with you . . . seeing that I totally knew you lived here and am not trying to leave right now,” he said, his tone a dam flood of sarcasm. Leaning his weight sideways, he hopped on one foot to fully tug his sneaker over his heel. The way Kou specifically used the word mesmerized out of anything struck him, but Percy didn’t linger on it. Instead, he righted himself and cocked his head while getting that good look. “Cute shirt.”
「🍧The vampire crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. How could he not realize he lived here? ❝ Are you an idiot? Ruki-kun and I have the same last name, and that didn't ring any bells for you? ❞ He scoffed and folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. ❝ No wonder you need a tutor. ❞ The malice that influenced his words came from his belief that Percy had insulted him. And the issue was only made worse by the fact that the idol never confirmed the authenticity of the words. Perhaps an unfortunate side effect of his career and how catty it was. On one hand, he didn't really understand why Percy would insult him in the first place. The guy didn't even know him, right? Then again, as an idol, you faced criticism from those who barely knew you. There was always a reason behind being disliked.
Should he consider confronting him about it? Especially now that they were alone? If the rumour was true, then he wanted to know why. And it went deeper than that. He wanted to prove him wrong. Just because he was an idol didn't mean he was a slacker like some of the rest of them. Even though his appearance seemed enough for his fans, he still practiced singing, dancing, and acting. The last thing he wanted was to be made fun of as the idol who couldn't even do the bare minimum, or worse...be pitied. But before he could even say anything, he was thrown off guard.
Cute shirt? Cute...
The ire displayed on his face softened to a look of more surprise and confusion. Did he just get called cute? No, the shirt. His own eyes glanced down as his hands pulled the shirt out just a little, as if he had forgotten what he had put on. Did Percy like cats, too? Did he think the shirt was cute because he was wearing it? No, right? It had to be sarcasm. Why would this guy genuinely use the word cute with him? Then again, he seemed to have an effect on people. More so on humans, though the supernatural could be swayed by his so-called beauty, too. More importantly, why was he even questioning this? It didn't matter at all what Percy's reasons were; he was still a jerk! ❝ Wait! ❞ But for some reason, he reached out for his wrist to keep him from going, despite claiming he had wanted him to leave.
Whether he actually got hold of his wrist or not, even briefly, he himself almost seemed confused by his actions. Leaving a brief moment of vulnerability. He withdrew his hand and didn't even realize he had flustered himself a little to the point that his cheeks were colored a light shade of pink. He tried to compose himself and aimed to press his finger against Percy's chest. ❝ You're studying with Ruki-kun tomorrow, right? Stay after. I'm practicing lines, so you can make yourself useful and be my scene partner. Consider it extra credit. You don't want to be on my bad side, Idiot-kun. Got it? ❞ He was as assertive as possible, trying to shake off whatever had just happened. ❝ I'm gonna make you eat your words. And when I do, you'll be at my mercy~ So, don't be late tomorrow. I may just wear something else cute. ❞ He winked, then gently gave him a little push. ❝ Bye Bye~ ❞ 」
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[ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other
[ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint
[ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves
[ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious
[ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot
[ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other
[ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s)
[ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare
[ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day
[ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed
[ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital
[ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick
[ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured
“ just let me help you. ”
“ shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding. ”
“ it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before. ”
“ hey, you can talk to me. ”
“ shh- lie back. you’re safe now. ”
“ you need to stay still. ”
“ how the hell did this happen? ”
“ are you sure you’re okay? ”
“ that isn’t ‘just a scratch’. ”
“ stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up. ”
“ i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open. ”
“ if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself. ”
“ for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse. ”
“ you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it. ”
“ i’ll be okay. i promise. ”
“ a little help? ”
“ i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach. ”
“ i’m fine, i just need a moment. ”
“ no hospitals. ”
“ you need a fucking doctor. ”
“ you need to slow down. ”
“ you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground. ”
“ you have to sleep eventually. ”
“ stop fussing, i’ll be fine. ”
“ shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts. ”
“ i’m scared. ”
“ i feel so cold. ”
“ i can’t feel my legs. ”
“ i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet. ”
“ what the fuck happened to you? ”
“ who the fuck did this? ”
“ you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me. ”
“ fucking hell. ”
“ i need help. please. ”
“ i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this. ”
“ if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass. ”
“ it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out. ”
