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hi everyone! unfortunately, i’ll be dropping satomi since i simply don’t have time to keep up with two muses at the moment. i’ll still be here on @crmalcolm so you can hit me up there if you’d like to plot! thanks!

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“i hear you, loud and clear.”

you’ve got mail ! ( accepting )

“don’t be daft, shiro.” she’s trying to be more patient. some people have new years’ resolutions; satomi has summer resolutions. as in, behaviours she’s going to attempt to fix for the duration of the holidays only. her efforts are wasted on seishiro, however; he has the unique ability to ruin her plans without trying ( in more ways than one ). is it a skill he perfects just to spite her? she wouldn’t put it past him. they’re both snakes, after all. affection mixes with bitterness when she looks at him, unconcerned and unhindered by anything. it’s unfair, and sometimes she wishes she could hate him for it. 

but after years of friendship, satomi would like to think she knows seishiro well enough to be able to tell when he’s paying attention and when his mind’s a mile away, wrapped up in things satomi isn’t sure she wants to hear about. a window into seishiro’s mind? no thank you. “if you can repeat even one quarter of what i just said, i will—do something drastic. dye my hair flaming orange. no, wait—” god forbid seishiro actually take her up on that. orange is not and never will be her color.

“never mind.” she doesn’t want to give him any ideas. “i was asking how you felt about possibly breaking curfew.” stupid, reckless, and a gryffindor act in spirit, but satomi feels stifled here in their lodgings. she wants to experience the nightlife, if only briefly, before they’re forced to move on. “there’s a club near the hotel i want to visit—and i can’t ask ichi to come with me. i’m fairly sure he goes to sleep at nine like other senior citizens.” the corners of her mouth lift at the little jab at ichigo, though she means it affectionately. “so, are you in?”

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creric:

[ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] oh please i’m a pleasure to be around [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] lol that sounds like hell [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] i have two puffs a lion and a fucking asshole [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] fuck man i got stuck with the one roommate i don’t like [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] drink yourself into a mass murder that way you have some plausible deniability  [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] lol that’s not how laws work but anyways [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] like you need rescuing [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] i’ll be dead (by your hands) before you let me treat you like some damsel in distress

[ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] says who? *crickets chirping* [ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] who’s the asshole that has you all riled up?  [ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] ... no, it doesn’t work like that, but i think life would be a lot easier for all of us if it did [ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] •̀.̫•́✧ [ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] as long as you know [ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] maybe i should be the one rescuing you  

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“i can feel your pulse. it jumped.”

you’ve got mail ! ( accepting )

she tries not to let her distaste show on her face. men. to be more specific, this man. old mahoutokoro habits are hard to break; even now, part of her demands she show more respect to her seniors, but the other part of her says to fuck it all because some people just don’t deserve respect. you earn it; you don’t demand it. joon has never done anything to earn her respect. she wouldn’t even agree to spend a prolonged period of time around him were it not for… research purposes. though honestly, she’s starting to second guess the wisdom in writing an article about him. should she really be giving him that kind of a platform?

regardless, the touching has gone on too long. satomi yanks her wrist from his grip with a withering look. “that tends to happen when strange men grab my hand, yes,” she says cooly. “off the record, are you trying to creep me out or does that come naturally?” she’s none too kind when it serves her purposes, or when she’s just too tired to keep up the act. but a reporter doesn’t show an ugly face unless there’s call for it, and it takes her a moment to reorient herself and force a smile onto her face.

“sorry, where were we?” she taps her quill against the notebook’s blank page and looks up at joon. “you were going to tell me about what you’re working on?” satomi prompts—probes, if you were being honest. her words aren’t gentle; this is an excavation.

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“i see you.”

you’ve got mail ! ( accepting )

she doubts it’s meant to sound ominous, but satomi gives a start at the words, pressing a hand to her chest to calm her racing heart. the corners of her mouth take a sharp downturn as she glances over at han, a fellow slytherin and upperclassmen, but an odd one as she’s ever met. less than an enigma yet  more than ordinary. she has a hard time reading him, and anything that gives her a hard time is automatically suspicious. hence, han kang is suspicious.

“i thought you were asleep,” she says, shifting further away and widening the distance between them. satomi stumbled upon him by accident on her way to the greenhouse, just a lone green figure slumbering by the shores of the lake. curiosity overtook her and she came over to investigate. she hardly expected him to wake up the minute she sat down. satomi likes to think she’s fairly stealthy; one doesn’t become a reporter if one is a clumsy, lumbering giant. “i actually wondered if you were dead; i couldn’t see you breathing.”

tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she stands up and brushes the grass from her robes. “i wasn’t going to subject you to anything strange, if you’re worried about that,” she adds. her manicure’s fresh and her interest, upon discovering this was nothing more than a simple nap, has evaporated. “but you should consider moving further away from the lake. the merpeople get agitated this time of year.” she delivers the warning with a bright, helpful smile, though privately marvels at how good of an article someone being abducted, drowned, or otherwise mauled by merpeople would make. 

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[ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] this roommates situation fucking sucks [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] who the hell assigned these and put me in a room away from everyone i know lol [ ✉ ➝ queen snake ] thought i've been a good enough student but apparently someone has it out for me

[ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] i don’t think you qualify as a ‘good’ student, sweetie[ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] but i also want to have a word with whoever assigned these  [ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] i am stuck with three birds and a lion  [ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] i’m strongly tempted to either commit mass murder or drink myself into a stupor[ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] do you want to play knight-in-shining armor and rescue me? [ ✉ ➝ boy wonder ] i’m sure you want to get out of here as much as i do

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“you feel like home to me.”

you’ve got mail ! ( accepting )

the truth is ugly ( or she is ). 

satomi’s heart clenches as those words, innocently delivered as kaori laces their fingers together with a smile. she wants to blame it on external forces—the tight stretch of fabric over her chest from a sweater one size too small, the biting cold pricking color into her cheeks, the oppressive crush of people surrounding them in the midday bustle—but as someone who’s spent her life in pursuit of the truth, she can’t ignore what she feels. it threatens to choke her every time she opens her mouth, every time kaori looks at her with sparkling eyes, everytime her touch fills satomi with a deep and lingering warmth—

and then there is shiro in the periphery, stealing that away. even when he’s not around, satomi can sense his shadow looming above them, between them, drawing a subtle line in the sand. before shiro, there were others—but those others weren’t also her friends. satomi may be a bitch capable of a lot more than you’d expect, but she doesn’t hurt her friends ( intentionally; never mind that she’s unsure if shiro has the capacity to feel pain ). kaori is with shiro. kaori likes shiro. satomi should be supportive of that, not jealous. is it fair for her to hold kaori’s hand so tightly when she wants nothing more than to press her lips to kaori’s and kiss her until they’re both dizzy for air? 

she should pull away, out of respect for shiro and their relationship and in defiance of her own silly urges. but kaori would ask why, and satomi’s not selfish or cruel enough to tell her just yet. she has none of the gryffindor bravery; the hat called her a snake through and through. someday she will make that cut and tell kaori what she ought to and face the rejection head on, but right now, she’s a coward in denial of her own feelings. it’s easier for everyone if she pretends she isn’t in love with kaori. 

and as a coward, she laughs and tugs her best friend closer with a grin, away from the crowds and prying eyes and into the shade of a tree. “are you sure about that, kaorin? shouldn’t that honor go to someone else?” 

for all her light hearted tone and careful nonchalance, when she turns away briefly, her expression slips. don’t make this harder on me, please. i don’t deserve this.

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THE FIVE SENSES SENTENCE STARTERS

some may be slightly nsfw or/and triggering. we hope this will facilitate threads for people who have yet to interact, new people and old!

TOUCH:

“your touch is unlike any other.” ​“have you ever felt anything more comfortable?” “ feel this. what does it feel like to you? “ “i wanted to see what it felt like.” “touch it. i dare you.” ​“you felt ice cold when i touched you.” “you feel warm.” “ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers.” “ don’t you dare touch me.” “i want to hug you forever.” ​“i can feel your pulse. it jumped.” ​“let me give you a massage.” “you feel like home to me.”

TASTE

“ i can never forget that taste.” “ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste.” “no offense, you just aren’t my taste.” “can i have a taste of that?” “i have yearned for the taste of your lips.” “that tasted pretty good actually.” ​“it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks.”  “i’ve got something you might want to taste.” ​“my taste buds are mad at me after eating that.” ​“how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?” ​“you didn’t even taste it.” “trust me, you’ll want to taste this.” “so you tasted it, did you like it?”

SIGHT

“i see you.” “ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything.” “ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are.” “please, just look at me.” “stop staring at me like that.”  “it’s so bright outside today.” “what’s wrong? what did you see?” “what i saw, you’ll never believe me.” “have we seen one another before?” ​“you see me for what i truly am.”  “i didn’t see anything.” ​“did you see that?” “i can’t believe my eyes.”

SOUND

“shhh, i just heard something.” “did you hear that?” “i missed the sound of your voice.” “do you hear me? stay away from me.” “i hear you, loud and clear.” “ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you.” ​“i’ve heard that sound before.” “can you hear what they’re saying?” “ i never said i could hear them.” “wait, hear that? something is coming.” “ i heard you all the way down the hall.” “trust me, you’re going to want to hear this.” “please, just hear me out.”

SMELL 

“what is that smell?” “i have missed your smell.” “you smell nice.” “it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before.” “i smell the food cooking from here.” “no offense but it really smells.” “it’s starting to smell.” “tell me, you’ve smelled this before.“ “i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies.” “ i missed the smell of your hair.” “ i need to step away, get some fresh air.” “do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom.“ “i can smell the fear on you from here.”

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the day had been exciting and their second night at the beach was drawing closer every moment. kaori had just finished her bath and after parting ways with shiro, she had some time to kill. he had occupied a good chunk of her time and as much as she loves him, she wanted to spend some girl time with her best friend. so she knocks on the door to satomi's room and waits a couple moments before calling out, "micchan, wanna go out for a walk before dinner?"

she never intended to come back to japan so quickly. 

satomi sighs and stares up at the ceiling. the better part of her evening has been spent counting the hairline cracks in the plaster while making her way through a bag of sour candy at an alarming speed. self-care is eating your feelings away, she thinks, letting out a rueful laugh. and, well, she needs the self-care right now. closing her eyes, satomi rolls over and buries her face in her pillow. the only reason she agreed to this trip in the first place was because kaori wanted her to come. when kaori asks, she’s powerless to say no. 

but kaori’s spent the better part of the day with her boyfriend, shiro. she’s not—she’s extremely bitter, actually, but not at her friends. she’s annoyed at herself more than anything for not being to contain her distaste at this whole thing—her jealousy at the thought of the two of them spending so much time together. this isn’t the first time either of her friends have been tied up in a relationship. she just never imagined they’d date each other. now that they are, satomi feels on edge, as if she’s waiting on the edge of something. it’s terrifying and infuriating and—

a knock on the doors pulls her out of her thoughts. satomi’s determined to ignore whoever it is ( probably ichigo; he must’ve forgotten the key to the room ), but the second she hears kaori’s voice, she scrambles out of bed and rushes to the door. “kaorin!” her hair and clothes are a mess, but the smile on her face is pure, unguarded, and bright. “ah, of course! i was about to step outside for some ice cream anyway!” a bald-faced lie since all she was planning to do was hide in her room for the rest of the night. 

fetching her jacket from the closet, satomi steps outside and shuts the door behind her. she links her arm with kaori’s, trying ( and failing ) to contain her excitement. satomi doesn’t want to come across as needy, and she certainly doesn’t want kaori to grow tired of her, but this is what she came here for: to spend time with her best friend. “should we… ask the boys to come?” the lack of enthusiasm in her voice is clear, her nose wrinkling in distaste at the word ‘boys.’ satomi would rather they not come, but it’s the polite thing to ask. 

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* deep breath

🌸 a flower for @crxaelita

she hates getting hurt. 

satomi forces herself to take a shuddering breath. then another. do not lose control here, she hisses at herself, but it’s easier said than done as panic presses against her rib cage, dropping lower to settle in the pit of her stomach. with some trepidation, she pulls her hand away from her side to find her fingers sticky and slick with blood, and swallows the instinctive sob that threatens to escape her mouth. oh no, oh god, she can’t—

another breath. satomi closes her eyes and tries not to think about the stabbing pain shooting up her body, or the coppery tang of her own blood filling her nostrils. if she stops to consider—if she stops to look—she’s sure to throw up or faint, or heaven forbid, both. she never could stand the sight of any kind of injury, whether her own or someone else’s. coupled with a low pain tolerance and highly developed sense of self-preservation meant that she was skilled at avoiding harm. but… 

where did she go wrong? she’d spent the entire day studying cockatrices to prepare for today’s care of magical creatures class, but she must’ve missed something. she must’ve provoked it somehow. satomi has no one to blame except herself for this. 

eyes squeezed shut, satomi doubles over with a low moan as pain drives a wedge into her sides again. she doesn’t know how long she can hold on, but what can she even do? she can’t focus long enough to think of a healing spell; every time she tries, all she can think of is the cockatrice’s claws slashing at her, tearing at her robes and digging into her skin. dimly, she’s aware of the professor asking someone to escort her to the hospital wing, but his voice sounds miles away and she has troubles processing what is going on. 

all she can think about is how she feels young and scared and—she really, really hates getting hurt. 

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crshiro:

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          he  swallows  back  the  sweetness ,  opening  one  of  satomi’s  books  to  a  random  page  out  of  idle  curiosity . “ there’s  a  game  coming  up  soon ,  you’re  gonna  be  there  right  ? ”  he  takes  a  moment  to  run  his  eyes  across  the  page ,  picking  up  one  random  words  before  he  looks  up  almost  bashfully ,  almost  instantly  replaced  with  a  small  shrug  and  large  grin  akin  the  one  that  crawls  across  his  lips  when  he  scores  on  the  pitch .  “ with  my  new  girlfriend ? ”

     so  maybe  he’s  dying  to  spill  the  beans .

friend, noun: a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection.

the dictionary definition is, ultimately, unhelpful. satomi thinks of the word in different terms. a friend is someone who provides a service, and to whom you can offer something in return. it’s a partnership of convenience built on mutually beneficial terms. affection isn’t a necessity—she’s had plenty of friends she never liked but interacted with because they served some use. they’re fickle too, falling out of favour as soon as they stop serving a purpose. friendships aren’t meant to last.

( there are exceptions, she thinks, her lips curving into a smile as kaori’s face pops into her mind. but kaori is special, unique, the one person satomi would throw everything away for. with kaori, there are no rules, no boundaries, no idea of what things should be like. kaori turned her world upside down from the beginning ).

shiro was supposed to be a temporary friendship. he was useful, someone who spoke japanese and was more familiar with the school than satomi was. she intended to rely on him until she could get her bearings, then cut him loose. but years have passed since she first transferred and shiro is—still around and still in her circle. satomi would balk before calling him an exception to her usual system as well, but the evidence speaks louder and more clearly than she ever could. shiro is something more than just a convenience.

because she knows that ( and because she suspects he does as well ), satomi tolerates his intrusion into her studying time. even if he is full of shit as always. satomi doesn’t glance up as he takes a seat across from her, munching uncouthly on his apple. “not all of us delight in being mediocre, shiro,” she says flatly, but a hint of amusement leaks into her voice. “my brain is fine, thank you for your concern.” some condescension slips in as well, but she can’t be held liable for it.

shiro should understand, regardless.

she makes a small noise of warning in the back of her throat as shiro plays around with one of her books, but not enough to really stop him either. “of course i’ll be at the game.” satomi attends every game, not for shiro necessarily, but for the thrill of it. “when have i not—” his next question comes a mild surprise, causing her to cut herself off. a beat later, she says, “poor girl,” with a slight shrug of her shoulders. this in itself isn’t unusual; shiro’s been in lots of relationships. he’s always in one. “when and how did you trick her into going out with you?”

satomi wants to feign nonchalance, but her instinct for information gathering gets the better of her. setting her quill down, she looks up at shiro’s giant grin and raises an eyebrow. “who is she? i need to know who to send my condolences to.” it probably doesn’t matter. none of shiro’s conquests last long, and this girl is just another in a long list of shallow lovers. satomi feels sorry for her. poor girl. it’s not her fault.

* a hard pill to swallow.

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hello hello! thank you for all the welcomes--i’m not exactly new but i’m feelin’ the warm vibes anyway. this is nik, the mun of malcolm, and i’m really excited to bring my second muse in here!! this is satomi inoue, a second upper year slytherin and future intrepid daily prophet reporter. here are links to her profile and background if you’re interested, and i also have a pretty crappy plots page up for her here. i’d love to get some stuff going so! feel free to hit like on this post and i’ll hop into your ims, or i’m available on twitter and discord ( nik#3488 ) if you prefer! 

underneath the cut are some facts about satomi that might be relevant or not, idk!

transferred into hogwarts during her sixth year; couldn’t speak english really well back then but has since worked hard to master it

at the top of most of her classes. attributes it to a) the intensive curriculum of mahoutokoro b) her own pride and drive to be better than everyone else and c) the fact that she just really like to learn things. #knowledgeispower

really involved in official and unofficial capacities... attends all the parties, all the quidditch games, learns as many peoples’ names as possible... participation is important

wants to join the inquisitor because like mentioned, her future goal is to become a reporter for the daily prophet with a giant byline, alright

has like... this almost frantic need to be the center of attention, not always in a dramatic/messy way, but wants people to know her name and wants to be acknowledged 

good at ferreting out secrets (that’s why her hair is so big it’s full of secrets), though whether she keeps them is another question

best friends with @crkaori and would probably murder a man for her, no questions asked

has a lot of contacts and a lot of money everywhere so she’s really good at procuring rare items... or forbidden items... she’ll hook you up with the good stuff

no one’s ever going to mistake her for a nice person, but she’s charming enough and does all the right stuff to make sure she’s not seen as a villain 

has a v. deep capacity for being cruel and vindictive though, so don’t underestimate her? but has a skewed moral compass she believes in and doesn’t harm people undeservedly 

trust issues galore but let’s not get into that 

she likes sweets and firewhiskey

idk that’s about it

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