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officially archiving this blog. find me at @faehir from now on

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the fae are not what you think they are ; so listen, but don't look ━ answer, but don't ask, and if they see you: run. run for they are coming for you & they won't stop. ━━ indie . multimuse . penned by rina .

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I’m making good enough progress with the new blog, if everything goes according to plan, I should be able to start moving things over there this weekend

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over the course of the upcoming weeks I will be revamping/moving this blog, most threads will be moved to the new one as usual, but until I have everything ready i wont be replying to anything, and will be hoarding replies

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  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃. 𝐒𝐎, 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃. What was he even doing there? Why did he choose to come all the way over to this convenience store when there was one much closer to his flat? Sure, Akihiko worked there, and yes, Noa had wanted to see him but why? Why did he keep doing this to himself? Pining over someone who’d never look at him? 

  Such thoughts roared in his mind, eyes unseeing as he attempted to sort through his feelings. It didn’t occur to him that he might be in the way of other people, nor that he had been staring at the bread section for way more than normal. That is until a sharp pain on his forehead brought him to the surface. 

  ❛  Ah— senpai! What was that for?!  ❜ Noa whined, eyes tearing up dangerously as he gently rubbed his forehead. Trying to soothe the pain.

Through the shock and pain, Noa couldn’t help but to notice just how beautiful Akihiko was, it was no wonder he had fallen for the man.

No wonder at all.

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"Does he work here?” “Is he ok?”

Whispers circulating around the small convenience store don’t usually give Akihiko cause for concern, but today, curiosity nags at his heels just enough for him to drop the bulky crates of soda he’d been transporting from the store room to the coolers and skate his gaze across the store in search of the source of the mild commotion–That’s when he spots him, his clingy ( admittedly in a cute way ) underclassman, staring blankly into space with flickers of anxiety washing over his expression every so often.

Dismissing himself temporarily from his duties, Akihiko casually strolls over to Noa, who still seems deeply entranced by the bread selection and thoroughly in the way of anyone else trying to reach for the shelves.

“Noa.”

Nothing.

“oie, Noa!”

Akihiko flicks the other male's forehead, hard.

"Hello??"

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━━━━ @stiiricidium cont. from here

  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎. They made him feel warm, too warm, his cheeks burning red at the way those soft groans grew louder once he exchanged the washing cloth for his hands. Still, he diligently kept massaging Dmitri’s skin, gently but firmly rubbing the scented oils into it, kneading at the knots he found. Trying his best to get the other male to relax after an exhausting day. 

  ❛  Ah, well, I am glad I can help you relax, and that you enjoy my company,  ❜ he smiled, feeling so giddy at Dmitri’s words. He hadn’t ever felt like that towards a patron before, it was strangely exciting. ❛  I too enjoy Dmitri-sama’s company every time you come visit me.  ❜ Hisato said softly, shyly under the man’s gaze. He continued to massage mistflower oil into the other’s skin, hands moving from his shoulders to his arms and then leaning forward so he could massage Dmitri’s chest. 

  There was no way to describe how Dmitri’s reassurance eased the anxiety in Hisato’s heart. Just those words alone had the white haired male letting out a sigh of relief. ❛  That is good to know, it may not be my place but...  ❜ he paused, biting his lip as he wondered if he’d be overstepping. ❛  I don’t like the thought of you overworking yourself, Dmitri-sama. It makes me worried…  ❜  he admitted, heart thrumming within his chest.

  ❛  Would you like to continue to soak in the tub, Dmitri-sama? Or, if you prefer, I can give you a proper massage if you lie down on the mat.  ❜  Hisato suggested, a lot of patrons only came for the massage, and Hisato was often made very uncomfortable by it, but…with Dmitri he ━━ he didn’t feel that way. 

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  𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 after all he was a butler ━━ one hell of a butler ━━ and he couldn’t afford to let fate mess with his master’s carefully curated routine. And yet, on that oddly bright morning, Claude was interrupted from his normal routine of cleaning the entire estate by the rapping on the door.

   Who could it be? 

  Hastily he made his way to the door, hoping it hadn’t alerted Alois, who was not due to awake for two more hours. Claude would hate to have his own peace disturbed by a grumpy child that early on. The day was long, and unfortunately, his patience was not. 

  Upon opening the lavish door, Claude was met with the sight of a woman. Golden eyes scanned her, she was human ━━ and not seemingly threatening. ❛  Good morning, how can I help you? I am afraid Lord Trancy is not yet receiving visitors, I would recommend returning after midday if you wish to meet him.  ❜ Claude stated, voice void of emotions as it usually was.

  He didn’t know who this woman was and how she had come to the estate. But he’d deal with it, hopefully before Alois woke up. Having to manage the child and this new visitor might prove to be challenging.

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A letter had been delivered, engraved upon it the seal of the Trancy Estate; a crest that was all too familiar, but left haunting memories etched into the mind of the woman. It did not prevent her from her eager opening of the letter and peering into the contents of its urgency. Lord Trancy had fell ill, and was no longer alive. Ethel Trancy was now the heiress of the Estate.  Perhaps therein was a new life in the waiting. The woman gingerly closed the letter, and without a notice she set forth into the direction of the estate. She deemed it to be a blessing, unknowing of the true situation of the Trancy Estate and its new guests.  The carriage hastily made its way, and upon arrival did Ethel note the well-kept gardens on the front lawn. She was provoked with a thought as to whether the letter was a false claim, and if this was a means to fall victim to one of Lord Trancy’s cruel acts.  The thought was shaken off, believing there to be better news than that. Ethel was unloaded at the paveway, alongside her briefcases and to the door did she walk up. An odd feeling surrounded her, one she recognized to be of supernatural tendencies- a feeling she personally took comfort to.  Anticipating what could possibly follow, she hesitantly rapped at the door.

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i realised I’ll never be good enough for anyone unless I become what they want me to be, whether it’s appearance wise or talking about personality I’ll always be replaceable if I don’t destroy myself to fit into their vision of perfection and that…hurts. I’m just so tired, I don’t think I can do it for much longer. I’m so exhausted of being on diets since I was 7 years old, of looking at myself in the mirror and feeling like I want to throw up, of feeling stupid and second guessing my own knowledge all the time, of feeling like the failure of the whole family it’s just so much all the time I really just wanted to be perfect, instead I’m…whatever this is. It’s exhausting, it’s so painful, and honestly I’m sick of it I just want to sleep forever

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— get spidered, idiot!!

independent, highly selective, low to medium activity!! original character based on Into the Spiderverse && Across the Spiderverse!! please read my carrd before interacting with me!!

loved by valor.

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   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅, though the obvious bewilderment on his face still made Koichi a bit nervous. What if Kazuma disliked the fact that Koichi was in the public eye? What if he wanted nothing to do with him now? Those little thoughts kept swimming in his mind as crimson eyes took in the older man’s appearance, softening because Kazuma truly was too handsome. 

  ❛  Ah, I’m glad it isn’t noticeable,  ❜ he sighed in relief, cheeks growing pink at his little slip up during that conference. What could he say? He’d been young and stupid. ❛   I remember having at least three flutes of champagne, one more and I’d be unable to speak.  ❜ The green haired male giggled, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside, turning his attention onto the man next to him. 

   Koichi’s eyes widen as he sees that faint dusting of pink spreading through Kazuma’s cheeks, the handsome and sheepish chuckle causing the younger man to tremble. Oh, how he wanted to kiss that man, to climb on his lap and kiss him until they were both breathless. But he couldn’t, because surely Kazuma wouldn’t be interested in him.

  ❛  What? Not at all!  ❜ Koichi exclaimed, a hand darting to take one of Kazuma’s. Trying to comfort the older in the only way Koichi knew how ━━ through physical touch. ❛   I am not very big within the fashion industry yet, but even if I was, it is an obscure industry. Not many know about it too much, unless they are…fashion nerds like me.  ❜ He giggled again, eyes honing in on how his hand and Kazuma’s fit so perfectly.

  ❛  So I don’t blame you for not knowing. I also didn’t say anything so maybe it’s a little bit my fault?  ❜ The younger man said shyly, hand still holding Kazuma’s. ❛  A-are you okay with that? W-with me being in the public eye and all?  ❜

“Yes, I see that…”

Kazuma replies, still bewildered by the apparition of the other man on the screen, looking every bit as glamorous and beautiful as he was in the flesh. A short silence befalls him then, honing his attention onto the interview so he could decipher exactly what was the source of Koichi's apparent fame.

Ah fashion. A subject he knows absolutely nothing about, as someone’s who's worn nothing but comfortable robe kimonos or gi for the past 20 years. Though, now that he makes the connection, Koichi and Ayame kun did share a lot of similarities; ostentatious, elegant, clearly talented.

“You’re not slurring your words too obviously.”

He offers as reassurance, having not personally noticed Koichi acting much different that he usually does -- Then again, he has never encountered the man drunk in order to draw an accurate comparison.

“I had no idea I’d been house sharing with a celebrity this whole time.” A sheepish chuckle tumbles from his lips, light dusting of pink tinting sunkissed cheeks.

“You must think me quite foolish.”

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Kazuma's settles in front of the TV, something he hasn't done in what feels like years, much preferring the entertainment of one of Shigure kun's bodice rippers. Every so often though, he will find himself tuning into the evening news. As he casually flicks through the channels, he catches a glimpse of someone very familiar looking, quite unmistakable in the flamboyant manner of dress and unique tattoos. Silenced by shock Kazuma's gaze slides to Koichi, then to the screen, then back to Koichi. ━━━ @kisumshi

   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. While he had been looking forward to a holiday, he couldn’t help but to bring along his sketchbooks and supplies, not even thinking about work but simply because that’s what he enjoyed doing on his leisure time aside from gardening. 

   Curled up on the couch, sketchbook propped onto his knees, Koichi’s hand expertly ran a pencil through the thick drawing paper, the soft sounds of it making him relax even more. That day he wasn’t sketching outfits, not wanting to burn himself out of ideas outside of work, and so he was drawing people. Different body shapes, practicing shading. 

   It had been years since he allowed himself to draw simply for the pleasure of it, the act so all consuming that he didn’t even notice when a presence joined him on the couch. Only vaguely listening to the sounds of the TV being turned on. A few more minutes passed as Koichi continued to draw happily, and then he felt eyes on him. 

  Crimson hues left the sketchbook to peer up, staring at the TV and the moment he laid eyes on the screen he smiled. Head turning to the side to look at Kazuma. ❛  Oh, that’s me!  ❜ He exclaimed, soft and gentle voice warm and happy. 

   ❛  Lord, can you believe my PA let me do that interview looking like that? I was so drunk already…  ❜ the green haired male sighed, shaking his head. And then he realised the odd silence from the older man.  ❛  K-Kazuma-kun? Is—are you okay?  ❜

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❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜ Haruki to Adam ━━ @multianime

   𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. Having all those eyes looking at his Haruki made his heart tremble but not in a pleasant way. He had wanted to climb onstage and take Haruki away, hide him within his arms. But he controlled himself, at least until the end of the concert. 

   ❛  I was — I am jealous….  ❜  The blue haired male pouted, hands pulling Haruki against his body by the other’s waist. Crimson eyes pleading and glittering dangerously with signs of moisture. ❛  I can’t stand that they were all looking at you, dreaming that you’d pay attention to them.  ❜

   Leaning closer, Ainosuke fully hugged the younger male, hiding his face in the space where Haruki’s shoulder met his neck. Finding solace in his partner’s scent and warmth. ❛  You’re mine, Haruki. Mine. I don’t want people to look at you with those eyes…  ❜

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A: Tsurune: Tsunagari no Issha | Tsurune: The Linking Shot

“I thought that was an excellent shoot. I could see you in it, earnest and positive.”

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"I could fix him," and I could make him beg like a whore. What's your point?

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❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ - semi to ushijima ━━ @stiiricidium

   𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓…pent up, if you will. But he hadn’t called with that intention, and he wasn’t even sure why Eita’s voice was affecting him like that but at the mere sound of his boyfriend's saying hello to him, Ushijima’s lungs failed him, leaving him breathless and flustered. 

   ❛  I—no, please don’t hang up,  ❜  he pleaded, squirming in bed due to embarrassment. God, he was pathetic. ❛  I am not…doing that.  ❜ Ushijima’s deep and silky voice took a whiny tone, mumbling away like a sulky child. 

   It was so stupid, he was so absurdly needy, how could Semi even stand him was beyond Wakatoshi. His mind roared angrily at him, that inner voice resembling his mother’s acid tones. ❛  I just, I missed you. And I just wanted to hear your voice.  ❜

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It had been a few days since the fight with Koichi had happened. Yuu had been quieter than usual, isolating himself at his own place and not really answering many questions from the group chats or from individual people. He didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to tell his family why he was hurting or that he was even hurting in the first place. It wasn't like he could talk to Kaoru, not knowing how his dad feels about his father. And as much as he wanted to open up to Shion, Hiroshi and Tomio, he also didn't want to burden them.

He'd debated going to Kojiro over the last few days, wondering if it was a good idea. He didn't want Kojiro to take anything he said the wrong way. Kojiro had stepped up to the plate and welcomed Yuu in like he was one of Kojiro's and that was something Yuu was grateful for. But he wasn't sure if it would hurt Kojiro for him to talk about how he really feels.

After enough debate, Yuu shows up to the house knowing that Kojiro would currently be the only one home. He parks in the driveway, locking his car and quietly stepping into the house. His shoes are gently toed off at the door and he shuffles his way through the house and into the kitchen where he can smell Kojiro working on something. Probably dinner. "Can I--Uh, Can I talk to you about something?" He says, cringing a little. He knows he should've started with a greeting, maybe even an apology for being so quiet the last week but he also knows if he doesn't get the ball rolling now, he'll never do it. "If that's okay, of course." ━━ @stiiricidium

   𝐊𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 ━━ he was worried and so he was cooking. It was always like that, the moment he felt too stressed, too overwhelmed with anything, one would always find him at the kitchen, practically slaving away in front of the stove. Cooking as if his very life depended on it. He was playing with recipes that shouldn’t be played with and was already expecting a disaster, but at least it managed to take his mind off of what was happening in the family.

  Yuu had been too quiet, obviously something was bothering him and Kojiro was aching to comfort his boy. But he didn’t want to be pushy, that’s not how Yuu worked. He knew about his boys fighting ━━ poor Koichi had been in shambles, hands ruined, tears running down his pretty face as he sobbed into Kojiro’s arms that awful night. He couldn’t imagine how Yuu was feeling, and it hurt to even think about the young boy having to deal with whatever was on his mind alone. 

   He heard the noise of a car parking but did not think much of it, after all, he had so many kids it could be any of them. With Yuu’s voice reaching him, Kojiro let out a soft gasp, turning around to look at his son. ❛  Hey, cub!  ❜  He greeted, trying to sound like his happy self, not wanting to make Yuu feel more nervous than he already looked.

   ❛  Of course you can talk to me, here, let me just turn this off.  ❜ Immediately he shut down the stove, hastily wiping his hands on his apron before sitting at the table facing the younger male. 

   ❛  What’s wrong, Yuu? What’s gotten my baby so sad?  ❜

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