Daniel Pierre's Children

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This blog is officially on hiatus

Until my muses start cooroperating with me O.e

But you can find me on My Hattori Blog

@relichunterhattoriheiji

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Leo is gunna be the one punching someone in the face.

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magical/supernatural/fantasy AUs

i’m a demon/angel and i need to possess your body. oh you don’t want me to? well that’s a nice body you have there. it’d be a shame if i GAVE IT CANCER

“what is the ONE thing i asked you NOT to do tonight?” “raise the dead…” “AND WHAT DID YOU DO?!” “…raised the dead…”

i’m a ghost whisperer and you’re a ghost haunting the house i just moved into

i’m a ghost and i need you to bring my murderer to justice

new witch and their teacher showing them how to use magic

members of rivaling covens

i’m a vampire and i may have just accidentally converted you… awkward…

we’re dating and you’re a vampire but that’s cool how long have you been ali–WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU USED TO DATE MY GRANDMA

we’re both ghosts trapped in purgatory

we’re vampires and we have to travel around a lot so no one realizes we don’t age

we were in love but you died and i can’t move on so now i’m trying to communicate with you from beyond the grave

i’m a demon possessing your significant other’s body but oh shit i think i may actually like you

you were dying and i’m a vampire/werewolf so i bit you to save your life and now i have to teach you how this works

vampire slayer / vampire 

werewolf hunter / werewolf

ghost hunters. bonus points if they have a shitty tv show

you’re my guardian angel

good old fashioned zombie apocalypse

i’m a ghost and i’m trapped in the graveyard and i don’t normally talk to mortals but bro i have to ask wtf are you doing hanging around a graveyard is your life really this sad

i’m a vampire and i’m sedeucing you as my next victim i can’t decide if i want to eat you or fuck you or marry you

i’m a demon and you summoned me so technically i have to do your bidding but i’m still gonna be an asshole 

i’m a ghost and you live in my old house and i can’t talk to you directly but i can enter your dreams so hi there how you doing

i’m a vampire and no i’m not gonna turn you into a vampire you fangirl goth idiot

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Tristan has died. [fuck me up yo]

“…..has died.” finish it in my ask. || @thesparrowsflock !!

     — ☾ —     Kaito’s response is only silence — a numb nod, perhaps — but otherwise he gives no indication to having heard, his gaze distant and his mind even more so. Someone reaches towards him ( a gesture of comfort, most likely ), but he reflexively backs out of reach, avoiding the touch with absent-minded movements. ( He doesn’t want to be touched, doesn’t want to be — reassured that ‘ everything will be alright ’ because it WON’T be, he KNOWS, he’s not a child, he knows even if he wishes he didn’t. ) In the end, Kaito only bows, low as if the sky has fallen upon his back with the weight of the world, not managing to summon the strength to verbally reply before he takes his leave.

( Oh, but to go where? )

The Kuroba household stands empty like a gutted carcass of a ‘ home ’ , but Kaito knows nowhere else to seek refuge. ( Lies, lies — there is one other place he thinks of, but the mere consideration of it breaks down what little remains of his composure, and he can’t lose that until he’s— )

A door slams shut ( his hand is still on the handle, cold and unfeeling, but he jumps at the sound, startled, tears pricking into his eyes ) and he doesn’t quite throw himself onto his bed as much as he collapses into it, a bridge pushed too far. The warming fabric below him offers no comfort, but at least he knows there’s nobody else around, and Kaito lets himself sob, lets the tears fall, dampening his pillow as he shakes and cries ( and falls apart, having grown to rely so much upon the comfort of another’s presence ).

“ Come back, ” whispers brokenly into the room, faded and desperate and — there’d been a reason Kaito had once asked his friend not to leave him ( don’t die for me, please ), and here the reason takes shape, the gaping hole where someone used to be.

For an instant, his thoughts stray to his parents, and he wonders if he’s simply never to keep those he loves and those he’s loved by, but the thoughts are consumed with sadness before he can linger on them, and all he can stand to do is muffle his pain into the quiet loneliness of his room, each heave of breath a mournful plead.

( He wants to go to Tristan’s place — but knows he will find no comfort there, either, in the lingering but fading presence of someone who used to be. )

( He goes anyway, and shatters. )

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So I idek what is wrong with me? I have so my hype for this blog, like I love it so much, but every time I open the drafts I just stare at them and my mind goes blank and It’s just literally the worst? I’m not having that problem with Hattori, so I have literally no idea wtf is going on?  It’s no writers block? But I just, can;t get anything out. And it’s really upsetting me because I love this blog and it’s interactions and these are my babies why wont words work?

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PSA

Sending anonymous hate is NEVER ok. 

If you don’t like how someone else is running their blog, just unfollow.  If you feel like someone is being problematic, talk to them about it. Private message them. Discuss it with them. And if they snub you, unfollow.  If you feel like there’s something someone needs to improve on, send them some CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Explain to them, politely, how you think they could change. 

And if they don’t want to listen, if they don’t want to change their blog, JUST UNFOLLOW. Ignore them. Forget about them. Move on. Block them if you need to.  BUT, there is NO excuse for telling someone to delete or harm themselves just because you don’t like how they’re running THEIR OWN blog.  This has been a PSA

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My muse has been acting strange, send one for you muse to…⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket

     — ☾ —     “ For me? You shouldn’t have. ” Despite the playful remark, his tone was by far less bright than usual. Ignoring the fact, though, and wrapping his hands around the warm mug, Kaito smiled gratefully at his friend before curling into himself a little more. He sinks into the blanket, but also presses himself to the other’s side — both to share the blanket’s warmth and to take comfort in the contact.

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Mun Faceclaim change

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♘

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to…♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

     — ☾ —     Well, look at who’s utterly pleased beyond belief with their constructed fort of soft warmth? Kaito trembles through a stretch, and then settles comfortably against his friend’s side, thoroughly relaxed. “ Blanket forts are the best protection against most things, ” Kaito says sagely. “ Cuddles cover everything else ~ ”

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♔ [when he's sad it is now my headcanon that he wears Kaito's clothes he leaves at their house by accident]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to…♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

     — ☾ —     It takes Kaito a few moments to place it, simply because he hadn’t expected his friend to be wearing an article of clothing he’d entirely forgotten about. “ … Isn’t that my sweater, Tri? ” he teases, swinging an arm around the other’s shoulder. ( A second glance reveals that his friend might not be in the most cheerful of moods, and he reaches over with his other hand to ruffle the other’s hair. ) “ Looks good on you, though ~ ”

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“You’re a wonderful person, and you deserve so much better than this!”

Tristan looked over at his friend before he put on an easy smile, that didn’t quiet reach his eyes. “You’re a great friend, you know that?” He places his arms behind his head as he skipped ahead, eyes towards the sky before he turned to the other with a smile so wide his eyes were closed. “But who else is going to put up with my shit?”

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whiteliesredeyes:

     — ☾ —     “ Do you make a habit of talking to birds, or is that just a general animal thing? ” Kaito seemed fairly curious ( for good reason; being able to see things from a not-human point of view wasn’t exactly the most common of experiences ).

Careful not to prick the fox with his talons, Kaito clambered onto the other’s head with a couple tentative flaps for balance. Once he found himself in a relatively secure position on the creature’s head, he admitted, “ It’s actually not too bad, just… new. I don’t know how to move myself or anything, which is sort of a pity — learning to fly would be useful, I think, but I’m pretty sure I’ll break a bone if I try. ” He might be rambling a little.

“I tend to talk to anyone who will listen.” Which wasn’t many these days. He stayed away from Kaito’s doves, not wanting to frighten them. “When I was on the streets I talked to birds, cat’s, dogs, you name it.” Tristan slowly lifted his head before heading in the direction of the bird cage. His doves would know how to take better care of him in this state, then he would. “Let’s leave flying for later. Learning to move around is more important.”

Tri couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s not so bad being small, you do get used to it.” Tri spoke as he started to climb the stairs. “You get to curl up in very comfy places, and sit in laps.” Tri grinned a foxy grin. “You’re lap is my favorite.” He winked.

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||Thin Ice||Closed Thread||@Cas||

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bengalisms:

        The feeling of the frigid water was a shock to Caspian’s system. Never had he ever experienced something so cold in his life. Pain and paralyzation raced through his veins, and the lack of oxygen he’d been able to pull into his lungs was certainly not helping anything. Eyes wide he felt his vision blur, seeing the haze outline of his friend racing towards him. He saw him lay down, lower himself closer to him but a choked sound left his lips just before he dropped below the surface. He sucked in in a shaky attempt to get more air but it was delayed and in the process he took in water. 

         He felt like his skin was burning –– like each half-second was an eternity in the water. He could swim, and he was a very good swimmer but the shock his body underwent stalled all his instincts. Big golden eyes looked up through the clean water, feeling his body slowly begin to slide down to the bottom. He felt helpless, utterly unable to simply push off with his toes which brushed against the bottom of the pond. He rested just a foot from the surface but he could have sworn he was deeper. Vision faltered as he tried to inhale again, lung convulsing and desperate for air. 

         Eyes closed, lips parted in having accepted that he could do nothing. Mind screamed for him to do something… But Caspian had faced death before. That time it had been a different burn against his flesh. The heat of the end of a gun, the fiery agony of the blood dripping over him, and the gleam of the sun coating his skin. This? This was dying from a burn that he wasn’t used to. Alien and foreign to him. How was he to fight it when he knew not what he was fighting? He wanted to fight. To kick and scream. But his muscles tensed and refused to listen to his screaming mind. 

         Do something! Do something, you idiot!    

Leo ignored the sting of the cold water against his arm as he felt around and finally grasped something. He pulled, inching himself slowly away from the hole as he pulled Caspian up, his free hand reaching out to help him pull his friend out of the water. As soon as he could see his torso, he wrapped his arms around and under his shoulders as he continued to pull him backwards, farther from the hole.

His mind was running a mile a minuet trying to remember what his father taught him.

“Caspian, Cas talk to me.” He needed to hear him speak, to know that he was conscious. He continued to back them away from the hole until he felt sticks and twigs under his legs. He then worked on removing Cas’ clothes. It was a slow process - they were heavy and wet - but he needed to get him out of them. “’m gunna get you warm, okay? You’re gunna be okay.” He spoke as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

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I was reminded by my guild leader that I have raid tomorrow, so staying up all night is bad. So I will deff do drafts and asks tomorrow, since We finished off YOI. OTL I’m so sorry guys.

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So I will be working on Drafts and asks after I finish watching Yuri on Ice -internalscreaming- Or later tonight, not sure which yet.

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Toxic Relationship/Friendship Meme

“Those bruises look like finger-marks– has somebody hit you?”

“You’re so quiet, recently. That’s not like you.”

“I’m sorry, did I just scare you? You flinched…”

“You no longer wear the things you used to. You used to love your colourful things…is someone stopping you from wearing them?”

“If they ignored you for days because you said something they didn’t like…that’s not okay.”

“I don’t think they’re a safe person to be around, NAME. If they’re belittling you like this, I’m worried that it’s going to get worse…”

“What they’re doing to you, NAME, that isn’t love. You don’t hurt the ones you love.”

“If they’re being controlling, you’ve got to get out now!”

“Just because they’ve said that they’re sorry, doesn’t mean that they won’t do it again.”

“Withdrawing affection like they do isn’t healthy. I’m worried that they’ll do something else if you stay.”

“You need a ride out of here? You can stay with me. You’ll be safe from them there.”

“They’re controlling you, NAME. You don’t deserve this.”

“This isn’t love, it’s violence. Please, you can’t go back there!”

“You deserve better.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? You’re looking so drawn and tired recently, and you’ve got all of these bruises…”

“They said you should avoid your friends? That’s not safe. I think they’re trying to isolate you.”

“They tried to strangle you? I’m not letting you go back there!”

“This isn’t your fault, NAME.”

“You’re a wonderful person, and you deserve so much better than this!”

“I know they’ve dragged you down to your lowest ebb, but there’s a way back up, I promise you.”

“No matter what you choose, I will support you.”

“I will protect you from them, I promise.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like it after what they’ve done to you, but you will recover from this.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, NAME. It’s all right now, it’s all right.”

“They can never hurt you again.”

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The bestie got me a gaming mouse for Christmas. It’s fucking huge and weird to use, so it’ll take a bit to get used too. but it glows the color of the rainbow so fuck yeah. pride mouse.