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watch this space. grrrrr

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some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )

goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.

nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.

push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.

bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.

drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.

bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.

slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.

gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.

sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.

stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.

sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.

trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.

love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.

piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.

jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.

dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.

carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.

lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.

shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.

wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.

fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.

arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.

hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.

gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.

betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.

nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.

karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.

laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.

murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.

wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.

#[ & ] meme.#shakes you all #kira muse....

THE PICTURE FEELS HAUNTING. he stares as if the image would come to life, as if his papa was going to arrive to attack any second. the only thing that breaks him from his trance is her voice. a small nod is given, gaze slowly lifting from the paper to meet her eye. HE EXPECTS SOME FORM OF ANGER FROM HER, AS IF SPEAKING OF WHAT HAPPENED WOULD BRING FORTH REPERCUSSIONS. ‘ papa. ‘ quietly spoken, but a polarizing thing to say nonetheless. gaze drops again to the drawing, an overwhelming urge to DESTROY it growing. but he doesn’t make any moves, just stares at it.

KIRA RARELY REMEMBERS HER FATHER. he is drenched in the past, a faded picture that soothed grey nights ( but did very little else apart from that --- WHAT HAD BEEN HIS FAVOURITE COLOUR? WHAT HAD MADE HIM LAUGH? WHAT DID THAT LAUGH SOUND LIKE? ). ‘ he hurt you, didn’t you? your papa? --- he looks [ ... ] he looks cruel. ‘ the sound is swallowed in her throat, a silent prayer for jason to feel better. SHE KNOWS IT’LL AMOUNT TO VERY LITTLE : she is a good omen, though, and that has to amount to something ( if she could wrap him in her light, she would ). ‘ would it be okay if i hugged you? THAT ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL BETTER. ‘

#jasonbrenner #[ & ] in character.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. embarrassed of what she has asked, of what you have found out. you can see that she is a lady in society as well. she is like yourself. dancing around in the only way that you know how. slowly and careful, being watchful of every single step. care of every single step you make, no matter what. now, she is asking you if you want to help her, if you want to find the… shoe that she has lost. you are the one that laughs now. even if that gets you looks. eloise bridgerton doesn’t smile and laugh, not in proper society, but she is now. ❝ the illusion is very well there, ❞ you say in a whisper, it is only for her after all. ❝ if i am going to help you search for it, i am eloise, ❞ you look at her, waiting for her name, still you add, ❝ where did you last feel it? ❞

A FRIEND, UNITED IN THE ABSURDITY OF THE SITUATION : eloise ( kira makes sure to neatly tuck that name away, kept close to her chest in times of dire distress ) laughs with her, rather than against her. her laughter makes kira’s blush dim, her smile growing a little as if she could dull the embarrassment of the situation with an exchange of near - friendship. ‘ the tip is to fake confidence, that’s what my mother always says. ‘ YOUR MOTHER SAYS MANY THINGS : she is white noise in your ear, the hot oil made to block out other noises [ there are very few ladies kira likes, if she is being honest ; she doesn’t even think she likes herself very much when she pretends to be a lady ]. ‘ and i am kira, daughter of mrs yukimura? ‘ a hand is held out, a handshake that feels very thoroughly unladylike. head is cocked over her shoulder, eyes glancing over the dance floor. ‘ in the bathroom, i think. ‘

#sunpathos #[ & ] in character.

a picture speaks a thousand words. and jason had plenty of stories to tell that he’d never find the courage to voice. hesitation lingers, but he’ll move to his bookbag, pull out paper and a pencil. he gives her no confirmation except for the answer itself, accustomed to questions really being statements. FULL FIST GRIPS AT PENCIL SO HARD IT THREATENS TO SHATTER. nothing new to jason, the only way he can make this work. scribbles are rough and full of force, the pressure of a child with no restraints. PAPER TEARS IN MULTIPLE PLACES, SMALL TEARS THAT THE BOY SIMPLY IGNORES. and eventually the image makes itself far too clear, haunting in just how crude it was — A DOCTOR, A NEEDLE, WATER DRIPPING FROM THE CEILING. HIS PAPA.

KIRA FLUTTERS WITH PATIENCE : her hands fold into her lap, warming her fingertips against her thigh ( the night air is bitter around them ; she runs warm, but the faint tangle of cold spears her open --- SHE WATCHES CAREFULLY ). there is tension building in his fingertips, the pencil looking seconds away from splintering ; she notes the first aid kit below the stairs, just in case she has to rush to get it [ stuffed below some spare shirts --- LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES AWAY, IF SHE’S QUICK ]. the pencil survives and kira’s sigh of relief is clogged in her throat, eyes landing on the picture. ‘ that was the man, wasn’t it? who hurt you? ‘ gentle voice bled anew from her dry throat.

#jasonbrenner #[ & ] in character.#kira simply will look after him

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. everything was perfect for anyone who loved the nights in english society. but the truth was, you do not love the lavish parties of english society. it’s everything you hate, everything that you wish to avoid. it’s no use, your mother has already made it clear you are to debut next season. this will become your life. meaningless parties with meaningless nobodies. it hurt you already, having to pretend to be interested in men. that is until a girl comes close, secret in hand. it takes everything in your proper facade, to not laugh as soon as her words are said. you lean back, take a glance at her feet. there’s nothing to see this time. but the idea is funny enough, so you lean again towards her. ❝ if you had not told me, i would have thought you had both of your shoes. ❞

kira grew pink with a summer - warmed flush. these nights were often long and strange, the beating heart of society culminating in one rib - tight space, enclosed in their own rapturous whispers and rumours ( she listened sparsely, fluttering around the room under her mother’s watchful gaze --- you find yourself the subject of stories, pinned beneatn stranger’s opinions, the good and the bad ). OF COURSE, SHE IS NOT TALKED ABOUT MORE THAN THE AVERAGE LADY, BUT THE MIND IS CRUSHED BENEATH EVERY UNFAIR TALE. she knows another might kill her! ‘ now i feel even more stupid. ‘ but she has welcomed the other into her confidence now, a shared indignity, and that calms her : indeed, there is even the fledgling twitch of a smile swelling upon her lips. ‘ i’m trying to keep on my tiptoes, to make sure i maintain the illusion. WOULD YOU CARE TO HELP ME SEARCH FOR IT? ‘

#sunpathos #[ & ] in character.#god they are so cute

THERE IS A FAINT BUZZ OF PAIN IN HER LOWER BACK : as if a wolf had curled up in the space between her two lower notches of her spine, its gaping maw raw and blood - soaked ( a good hit --- strong, a little too much force behind it for simple sparring, but kira knew potential ). SHE JUST WISHED POTENTIAL DIDN’T STING SO BADLY! ‘ a little bit [ ... ] nothing that i can’t heal from --- hit me again, try to aim for my front this time. ‘

@sunpathos said : did that hurt? / from eloise???

#sunpathos #[ & ] in character.#girls sparring <3

Q. DID KIRA HAVE A VALENTINE’S? a. if you had asked kira a few minutes ago, the answer would be a half - sadded no ( it’s not like she needed a valentine’s, she had soured on the whole chocolates - and - roses pinprick idea of love, but even her closest friends were spun up on dates --- SHE JUST DIDN’T WANT TO BE LONELY ). now she finds herself blinking at the stranger, a gaze cast over her shoulder as she searches for who the stranger must be talking to --- seems to be pretty resolutely her, though. weird. ‘ are you sure? ‘cause this is a lot of money to just give a stranger! and the rose is --- it’s really lovely, it doesn’t even have the thorns, and [ ... ] do you want to get a coffee? ‘

@cansizlar said : 'Now it wouldn't be valentine if you don't share love with strangers.' Sevda offers Kira a rose, attached to it a string with a gift card worth about fifty dollars. 'Treat yourself, love.' / valentine prompt

#cansizlar #[ & ] in character.#they're replying to the valentine's day prompt in mid-march #(they're me)#i think they should be friends :(

excitement becomes her : a faint flush dulling her cheeks, the soft expulsion of deep breaths ( her knee presses against sam’s neck --- LIGHT ENOUGH SO IT DOESN’T HURT, HARSH ENOUGH TO KEEP HIM PINNED ). her nerves have left in favour of battle - driven instincts, a hand reaching down to ruffle sam’s hair -- always so impossibly soft, she can’t help but linger for a little moment. ‘ SORRY, SORRY [ ... ] but it was you who asked for sparring practice, you know. i think i recall : don’t hold back, kira! ‘

@sammyemerson said : i think i’m going to feel that tomorrow.

#sammyemerson #[ & ] in character.#oh to get ur ass kicked by kira yukimura....

the blanket is sprawled across summer - ripened grass, carefully avoiding the small patches of daisies that had sprung up all around them. the feast is happily bountiful : strawberries and jaws, sandwiches and cakes, sun - touched lemonade cooling in a jug ( carefully homemade, fussed over all morning by kira’s worried hands ). BUT IT FEELS PERFECT NOW --- all her worries smoothed over by the gentle breeze. it catches against her skin, wind against warm cheeks, the smattering of a blush making itself known. ‘ me? [ ... ] you sure you got the right girl there? ‘

@naivetm said : ❛ i love how i can just look at you and be happy . ❜

#naivetm #[ & ] in character.#pic a nick girls......

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 ––––––––––––– friendliness perfectly neutral . 𝖐𝖎𝖗𝖆’𝖘 𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖊 is like a dancing anemone , blooming some paces away . ꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ [ . . . ] , a fist clenching & unclenching . jasper carefully doesn’t taint its unique fragrance , 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 .

❛ 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏’𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 ––––––––––––– you know ? ❜ the neck of a guitar 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 & 𝐰𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐠 by a steady hand ; its body follows suit as jasper obediently places the instrument back in his lap , idly coaxes 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 from it . he’ll humour her , of course , but ––––––––––––– ❛ i only got so many 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄’𝐒 in me . ❜

@vixiene . ➣ can you sing that song again?

the room is etched with a summer fondness, the facade of golden light pooling in from behind the closed curtains ( the thrum of music has kira perched on the edge of her bed, head held in upturned palms, a smile that refuses to wilt --- THE SONG SOUNDS LIKE A SWEETENED LAUGH ). ‘ it might not be the only song you know [ ... ] but it is the best one! I MEAN, YOU SOUND GOOD SINGING EVERYTHING --- but you sound your best singing this one. ‘ she slips from her perch, wandering closer ( there is a moment where she is in front of the window, bathed in half - concealed sunlight, a shadow that is anything but human --- FLICKERING TAIL CAUGHT IN AN IMAGINED WIND, EARS SAT NEATLY UPON HER HAIR ). she frees herself from the sun’s grasp and the allusion is gone, a faint echo to a self that can barely be contained. ‘ maybe i’ll be a little less annoying if you taught me? ‘

#turnstyles #[ & ] in character.#when the country roads hit....

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁?

Yamper - Well, would you look at that! It seems a Yamper wants to be your partner! Yamper, also called the Puppy Pokémon, is a popular herding dog due to its devotion to treats and the electricity it generates from its tail. Like most electric Pokémon, Yamper are drawn to people who are excitable and energetic, though they are also known to also be exceptionally playful and impulsive Pokémon. They make the perfect partner for trainers who are extroverted and curious, and prioritize following their heart when it comes to their interests. My friend, this marks the beginning of your and Yamper's journey together. Welcome to the world of Pokémon!

tagged by: @sunpathos, my beloved!

tagging: @boltns, @zloslwy, @winebleeds, @treppenwitzz, @nancedowns

#THIS IS SO EXXCITING #this is exactly what i would have picked for her #[ & ] headcanon.

Danny sighs and throws his head back to rest against the back of the couch dramatically as he s i n k s into the cushions. He tosses a kernel into the air catching it in his mouth before lifting his head again to glance at her work. Of course he understood the actual importance of her studying, but he also knew what burn out looked like. Sure, his looked a l o t different, based on the fact his was creatively driven. However, it functioned the same. And if she doesn’t take at least a b r i e f break, he can practically see her hit the wall. So despite her words, Danny leans forward to put the popcorn on the table before shifting his position. “ Okay okay, f i r s t , your life’ll go on after the test. When you kick it’s ass, it’ll go on, in an alternate universe where you get slightly less than p e r f e c t —- It’ll s t i l l go on, ” he says as he shifts a little closer on the couch and turns to face her directly, pulling one leg onto the couch while the other remains on the floor. “ C’mon, you gotta take a break before your head explodes. I heard that’s a real thing. ”

it is with a low hum that kira reaches forward, grabs a handful of popcorn. her stomach growls, an embarrassing hunger twisted into a predatory creature ( POPCORN STUFFED INTO OPEN MOUTH, CHEWED APART AS HE TWISTS BESIDE HER ). ‘ how do you do that? [ ... ] manage to stay so chill? i swear, there’s some kind of iceberg trapped in your brain --- WHICH IS A GOOD THING! i wish you could lend it out for the day. ‘ her laugh is a softened daisy, teased free between clenched teeth, the spring - warmed laugh of nervous unease [ ... ] her life would go on after the test, but what if it went on in violet - greys? the days stretched out beneath her inadequacy, the failing grade burning against the roof of her mouth. her own legs bunch up on the couch, curled towards her chest ( the book was pressed against her thighs, a cold beast grounding her against the moment ). ‘ OH, YOU’VE HEARD OF THE CLASSIC HEAD - EXPLODING DISEASE? don’t worry, i don’t have any of the risk factors. ‘

#dannyreese #[ & ] in character.

🌿 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 campers makes her feel useful— helpful. ( it’s something she can contribute. andromeda is no a-list healer like they are, but she’s fairly decent, and fairly decent counts more than useless, so she’ll take it. ) she’s no fighter : not like the rest of them. not even the best of teachers could make her face an axe, balance a sword, throw a dagger — she’s not made of the same iron and blood that they are.

but kira squeezes her hand with more strength than she had allotted hope into believing she had —- another win, even if it is small. ( except it’s not. one day at a time, one patient at a time, one battle at a time. ) smile brightens at the touch, a hand gingerly moving to push a strand of hair out of kira’s eyes. “ i didn’t think so, no——- but’ya never know these days. ” it would’ve lingered if left unsaid, and she’s made a vow to say things that otherwise would’ve left hanging in the air. ( she’s never been a good liar — that wouldn’t begin now. ) nevertheless, her pinkie is interlocked with kira’s. “ i don’t mean to be a downer, jus’ glad you’re okay after all. ”

there are parts of kira that are stained with battle : her shoulders are weary with axe - sharped brutality, a collection of fragmented scars finding their home across her body, hands roughened with flower - tamed callouses of weapon handling. WOULD SLEEP EVER FEEL NATURAL AGAIN? or would it always be a trapped exhale, the shaky freedom of air, a sleep that came without relief? even now, she feels the tell - tale aches of sleep & the sting is one of unfair regret.

& her floating agonies become all soil and roots as andromeda’s hand squeezes gently at her own ( THEIR PINKIES FIND EACH OTHER NEXT --- a promise that is ripe with childhood sunsets, all the sweetened grief fading away at the touch ). ‘ i almost wasn’t --- i mean, not to be a downer as well, but [ ... ] i don’t know, it’s just like, there was a moment where i didn’t think i’d make it out. I PROBABLY SOUND STUPID. ‘ her smile is a wavy line upon tear - soaked lips ; andromeda’s hand is caught as it cradles her cheek, held in place against trembling skin. ‘ i’m glad you’re alright, too. really, really glad. ‘

#appleyed #[ & ] in character.#oh to be two girls comforting each other after a battle

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 sitting back on hands and basking in the warm sun , finding herself too quiet as if pondering over the right words to use ; when in reality , this was outside her field of understanding to care much . she’d sooner disappear from a life forever than wait around for answers , ❝ have you asked yourself W H Y yet ? ❞ she finally answers , gaze falling onto the other with piqued curiosity , ❝ or W H A T is the reason he needs space . ❞

the question holds space : kira’s exhale is cotton - candy soft, staining the air between them in dusty pinks ( A GOOD QUESTION -- and one she doesn’t like thinking about ). her hands tuck beneath her thighs, a nervous tick not quite ironed out, as an answer forms upon her tongue. ‘ he says that i suffocate him. THAT I’M TOO MOTHERLY -- i just don’t think i know how to be a good girlfriend. ‘

#naivty #[ & ] in character.#when the kira and ren hits grrrr

geeky-sova

Stiles and Kira chilling after a fight.

For @rubyredhoodling <3

#[ & ] stiles.#[ & ] isms.#god they are fr just chilling

the sun loosens her saffron robes , dips the city in golden light and there he stands , quieter than a sigh —– perhaps a ghost ? a mirage in each ebb and flow of heat waves that come crashing against smooth windows , windows robbed of his reflection .‘ excuse me , is the store open ? ’

( @vixiene♡-ed )

the store rumbled behind them with gentle intent. her eyes dance behind them to the flickering lights, the soft sway of cheesy pop music humming free from a raspy speaker ( they’re so close that the automatic doors keep trembling open and falling shut, a lazy yawn of movement ). ‘ UH, YEAH --- i think so! it has the little open sign [ ... ] which is usually a, a good indicator. that it’s open. ‘

#paniceia #[ & ] in character.#he's like let me in let me iiiiiiiiiiiiiiin

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