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well anyway i am back now!!! but i’ve decided to condense all of my muses into one blog, which you can find (and follow!) at xiiaoshuo.

i’m still putting things together && i am paring down the muses i bring over. that being said, i am more than happy to continue threads or plots && even carry over muses for you! just let me know && we can work it out

can’t wait to write with y’all again <3

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i know!! who am i: disappearing for three days && coming back with a new muse!!! i’m just adjusting to school life again ( second semester senior life b like that ) but i should be working on replies soon but in the meantime oh boy i’m like lowkey highkey excited about qiushi so pls do let me know if you wanna plot!!!!

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BASICS ;;

COMMON NAMES. qiushi “arlo” guan (關秋實) PAST NAMES. charles guan NICKNAMES. ....get creative AGE. approximately 350 years old; appears 26 GENDER/PRONOUNS. male, he/him/his BIRTHDAY. october 2nd HOMETOWN. hard to say NATIONALITY. american SPECIES. huli jing OCCUPATION. "house flipper” ORIENTATION. pansexual/panromantic

PERSONALITY ;;

MBTI. isfp DAEMON/PATRONUS. jackalope STARSIGN. libra MORAL ALIGNMENT. true neutral INTELLIGENCE TYPE. naturalist, spatial, bodily-kinesthetic SKILLS/ABILITIES. omnivoyance. medium. astral projection. fox form.

PHYSICAL ;;

HEIGHT. 5′ 11″ BODY TYPE. athletic EYE COLOR. dark brown HAIR COLOR. black ACCENT. west coast leaning of general american TATTOOS. n/a PIERCINGS. one in each ear SCARS. nothing notable EYESIGHT. 20/20 (or more ifuknowwhatimean)

ABOUT ;;

started as a fox in about the 1600s && lived on temple grounds the whole time

was able to adopt a human form around 50 years of his life

traveled to the us for fun around the early 1800s && worked as a tailor for a time on the west coast

grew bored && became a cowboy/bandit for a long period of time; had a side gig as a medium sometimes

later on started to buy houses to fix && then flip them; gave him a place to say but also a cover to keep moving

really liked the 80s. no reason, just because, well. aesthetic

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( ✱ BABYITSMAGIC  ❞ ) · · · ;;

“…it’s MY fault that you’re persistent?” yeah, that definitely sounds like emrys logic. he can already FEEL the pounding in his head getting worse. why the other man bothers to come around here is a mystery. even on a good day, it’s not like idris is the most patient of people.

“…if i punch you in the throat, will you leave?” because he’s certainly not above doing it and maybe his day will improve if he can let off some steam.

emrys ╳ ⋮           ALL OF A sudden, emrys is very thoughtful. if here were anyone else, it might a sign of remorse—trying to ｒｅｆｌｅｃｔ on this new argumentation to maybe come to the conclusion that he was WRONG. but emrys isn’t even MOST people && he says maybe a bit too CHEERFULLY — “ no! but it’s your fault for giving me ATTENTION. ” it’s a line that’s been used A G A I N S T him plenty of times in his childhood—but it’s one that emrys is more than happy to work to RECLAIM too. “ probably not, ” he says, but makes no moves to ( defend ) himself either. “ won’t be the worst thing that’s happened to me either. ”    [ 🖊️ ]

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THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME I STILL NEED TO WATCH THIS

the finale has been out for like EVER! GET WITH THE PROGRAM FATE!!!

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( ✱ PEACHYUUS  ❞ ) · · · ;;

“That’s amazing. Your dedication to fashion is super admirable, Eden.” Angel beams at her friend, feeling a swell of pride for the other just by watching him. Being so passionate about something was amazing to Angel and she only wished she could find something she was good at. “Maybe I’ll be good at being a model?” A laugh bubbled out of her as she posed for him. “Or maybe not.”

eden ╳ ⋮            NOT TO STROKE his own ego, but eden has been C O M P L I M E N T E D before. against what some may EXPECT, his own mother was very supportive of him. his father—well, he tried his B E S T whenever he was around, which was more than he knew some people could G E T . either way though, he finds himself smiling wide at angel’s complement, dropping a rather modest thanks. he laughs at her posing though && says, “ don’t tell anyone this, but you’re probably one of the BETTER models i’ve worked with. ”    [ ✨ ]

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BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ thunder ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

TAGGED BY:  @professionalbreakerdowner TAGGING: @aniimvs, @momcnts, @fiinalgiirls, + anyone else who wants. lemme see ur muses <3

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( ✱ LVELYGLXY  ❞ ) · · · ;;

leo can’t even bring herself to move. SHOCK and embarrassment were willing her feet to stay stuck against the floor. she can feel the corner of her eyes stinging with tears that are threatening to pour out from her eyes. why she felt the need to cry she couldn’t tell you, it was most likely because she was caught in a situation like that. making out with a mirror? who even does that? sure maybe ten year olds do it, but a twenty-three year old doing it? embarrassing. the alcohol in her system wasn’t any help either, it’s making so many emotions crash around inside her chest, forcing her to get all s h a k y. 

“i-it’s not what it looks like, i swear!” great, now she’s going to try her best to put on a poker face. which leo has never been good at, drunk or sober, the poor girl could not tell a lie to save her fucking life. “there was something on the mirror. yeah—” was she talking to him or herself? the way she was trying to word everything was as if she were just speaking whatever was flowing in and out of her mind. “yeah, i figured it needed to be cleaned so, ….” there’s a small pause and a tilt of her head as she tries to f i n d the word she was just about to say. “SO, I decided to clean it. YEAH, i decided to clean it!” she gives a firm nod , her long locks of wavy hair bounce along with her movements.  she suddenly pulls the sleeve of her mustard yellow sweater over her palm, taking that and wiping at the mirror to try to back up what she just said. in her mind this whole thing was SUPER convincing, she’s positive  she’s going to trick the other into thinking she was truly cleaning and not tonguing a mirror.  “see! squeaky clean.”

victory ╳ ⋮            MAYBE THERE WERE more polite ways to start a conversation than what the fuck—but ｅｌｏｑｕｅｎｃｅ has long since V A C A T E D the building. instead, he's CLINGING to the doorframe, his body wanting to move toward the toilet while his brain cobbles together whatever semblance he has left of some manners to remind him that it would be rude to just U N Z I P in front of a complete stranger. so instead, he's left standing at the door, looking at HER as she looks at HIM as she looks at H E R . . .

as drunk as he was, though, whatever she's saying c l e a r l y didn't make sense. his brows knit as he watches her try to claim that she was trying to ｃｌｅａｎ the mirror. but—why? LICKING things seemed like a highly  i n e f f i c e n t  && not to mention highly ᴜɴsᴀɴɪᴛᴀʀʏ. but these aren't the words that are popping up in his head, his strung out brain instead opting for words like  W R O N G  && ＧＲＯＳＳ ( ! ) . yet he still stands there && lets her FINISH her little charade, as if any amount of wiping what must be now a very G R I M Y sleeve was going to convince victory any more than he already was ( which is to say, not at all ) .

as much as he doesn’t believe her story, though, he has just enough brain cells to rub together to tell him that ＹＥＬＬＩＮＧ at her for being a liar wasn't a good idea. he still ᴅᴏᴇs lurch over, trying to find his ｂａｌａｎｃｅ again as he walks. he stands in front of her—looking a bit more IMPOSING than he means as he stabs a finger into the mirror.

“ stop making out with glass, ” his words suddenly surprisingly ｃｌｅａｒ. but then his words stumble, he creases his brow && prods the mirror again as he whispers, “ it's super gross. ” with that, he looks around before picking up the toilet paper, taking a segment off, && starting to wipe the mirror h i m s e l f .    [ 💡 ]

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( ✱ ANIIMVS  ❞ ) · · · ;;

     DESPITE knowing a little bit on the nature of werewolves, Ryo was unsure if Kitae was able to take human food normally in his form. She was aware they were carnivorous creatures in their full form, but she wondered whether it was possible for them to change their diet a bit – unless, if Kitae were able to shift back to his human form. But the thought of that might bring her back to the time she first met him, which frankly, was quite an awkward experience for the both of them. In this case, if the wolf felt uneasy with drinking miso soup, she could prepare some beef stew for the both of them; it was easy to make.

     A small pout formed on her lips as she looked at Kitae, before she let out a huff and nodded. Taking two bowls from the cabinet, Ryo set them up beside the pot of soup she made hot, before keeping an eye at the wolf. Thankfully for the both of them, the spirits were no where to be seen; it was only the two of them by themselves. An odd occurrence, but at least they had some time alone with each other. She carefully poured the soup in the bowls and put them on a circular tray as she made her way out to the kitchen. She knelt down and placed the tray on the table, sitting opposite of Kitae as she pushed the bowl towards him.

   “It’s still hot, Kitae.” Ryo warned and placed her hands on her lap before staring at the wolf. “Just let me know if you’re fine with it, ne? I can make some beef stew, if you want.”

kitae ╳ ⋮            KITAE COULD EAT normally—e n o u g h . or so he assumes. his expertise isn't exactly in W O L V E S despite being one, && by the ＢＬＯＯＤ that he finds on himself every morning, he has a feeling that his wolf side isn't much for vegetables. but he had shared radishes && cabbages with his cat when she came sniffing around for food, so it must not be TERRIBLE for them. she didn't seem ｔｈｒｉｌｌｅｄ that he wouldn't share the fish with him, but she still ate it. so how different could a wolf really be?

all that being said, he waits patiently at the table, sweeping his tail back && forth across the floor, more out of n e r v o u s habit than anything else. he's not sure if it's very ＷＯＬＦ－ＬＩＫＥ of him to do so, but it definitely reminded him that he was in ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ʟ right now—especially when he often felt like he wasn't with his other side. but he supposes that he has such little practice with this side because he was A F R A I D of it. && deep down, he knows that he should work on it more, but the last thing he wants to do is to put someone in danger for the name of p r a c t i c e —-

( it's honestly a miracle of him to be doing it right now )

but he tries not to think about all the things that could go WRONG && instead, focuses on the  good soup he's about to have. he tentatively sniffs the bowl that ryo has pushed toward him && has to turn away his head to keep from sneezing. he looks a little ｓｈｅｅｐｉｓｈｌｙ up at ryo && was about to stick his tongue in when she warns him that it's hot. there's a pause where he tries to blow but, without human lips, is unable to. a moment of quiet passes && you can also hear the gears turning. click click c l i c k . . . until the idea strikes kitae && he starts to gently exhale through his nose over the soup.     [ 🐾 ]

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pops outta the dirt hello all sorry for my absence; work was a lot busier than i thought it’d be ;w; but i’m here now && ready to do some replies!!!

here’s what i got: @aniimvs​: ryo x kitae ( x ) ( x ) @lvelyglxy: leora x victory ( x )  @peachyuus: angel x eden ( x )  @babyitsmagic: idris x emrys ( x ) @momcnts: sinclair x ravi ( x ) ; amara x emrys ( x )         let me know if you want me to send or @ a different account for these replies! @fiinalgiirls: naoko x wren ( x )

let me know if i’m missing anything! for now, i’ll be replying in chronological order!

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hello all!! sorry for my absence;; i’m finishing out my break with a visit to some friends for the next couple of days i’ll be back soonish, maybe intermittent replies but feel free to im me!

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( ✱ JOUESROSE  ❞ ) · · · ;;

🌹*╱  ❝  NO !  ❞  the cabinets that surround them  F L Y  open in response to her exclamation. tears continue to  p o u r  from her piercing eyes, the VARYING hues seem much more vibrant in contrast with the  ( G H A S T L Y ) pale of her skin. the young woman’s permanently  SAD  gaze is unflinching even as she openly  w e e p s  in front of the other woman.   ❝  this is  NOT  your home.  ❞  the wood of the newly opened cabinet doors { QUIVER } &  S Q U E A K.   ❝ i just want to be LEFT ALONE. ❞  

               ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ 

                            𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 

                                          𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 

                                                      𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 

                                                                 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 

the word E C H O E S about the space. her 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 voice becoming strangely resonant. her form disappears only to  r   e  a  p  p  e  a  r   mere inches from the unwanted occupant’s face.  ❝ you cannot STAY here.  ❞ her gaze drifts beyond the woman’s shoulder. piercing eyes WIDEN with ғʀɪɢʜᴛ  as if she had just caught sight of someone.   ❝  my     my father doesn’t like STRANGERS.  ❞  a terrified gasp leaps past her lips.  ❝ he’ll be ANGRY with me if you stay here. he’ll be ANGRY. he’ll be very ANGRY. ❞  

her father had DIED so long ago. terminal illness taking the man’s life when the girl was only fifteen years old   &   yet he HAUNTED her as if he was doomed to roam the halls of his own home like his daughter.   ❝  please GO.  ❞  she begs.  ❝  there are other homes, miss. please. please LET ME BE. ❞ 

arden ╳ ⋮           WHEN ARDEN CALLED to jokingly tell her brother that her new home was HAUNTED, his laugh lasted maybe ｆｉｖｅ ｓｅｃｏｎｄｓ  ( wait—are you serious? )  before he asked if she was okay. he even offered to help pay for a NEW house when he realized that she was not f u c k i n g around. but she was tired of living in her TINY apartment, asking over && over again for her landlord to give her another day, oh p l e a s e , it'll just be another week, a ｍｏｎｔｈ—&& she wasn't going BACK. she had finally unpacked && started thinking of making this house a  h o m e . 

but now she's staring right into the GAPING MAW of the monster && wondered if she should have just taken him up on the offer. she should have just gone somewhere else—asked a few more q u e s t i o n s when the real estate agent was so eager to give this house to her at no more than pennies on the dime. but at the time, she had though—surely. surely ghosts weren’t real.

but she was betting on the wrong horse. clearly.

arden is frozen still as the ghost is clearly going ＴＨＲＯＵＧＨ it. the mention of the FATHER makes her skin crawl, because one ghost was ʙᴀᴅ—but a second was much much W O R S E . && she knows this is the part where she's supposed to RUN, even though her body wants her to F I G H T  ( what? ) .

she feels something wet on her face &&, quickly reaching up, she realizes—tears. she doesn’t know where it’s coming from, but this C R I P P L I N G sadness has bloomed in her chest. she takes a deep breath, wiping them from her eyes. “ this isn’t your home anymore. you don’t BELONG here anymore, ” she says, near P L E A D I N G herself. “ don’t do this. ”    [ 🔫 ]

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( ✱ LVELYGLXY  ❞ ) · · · ;;

I’ve never kissed anyone before and now you’ve caught me in the bathroom pretending to kiss the mirror.

leo didn’t know why she allowed her friends (friends meaning the only two people she really has in her life)  to pull her to a party like this. it just wasn’t her kind of scene. she had a few drinks in her, but she kept to herself. staying in the corner of the room while she watched everyone else make utter fools of themselves. there were people making out, dry humping each other, laughing, drinking a LOT, and just having a good time. everything that she was taking in was just too much for her innocence. the blush on her cheeks grew hotter by the second and she’s quick to make her way towards the bathroom in hopes to calm the heat. after splashing some water on her face she looks at herself in the mirror. images of the make-out sessions flash through her mind, making her wonder what it must be like to literally suck the face off of someone else. the alcohol in her system kind of fuels her to do something she would NEVER usually do in a public setting. she’s leans over the sink, pressing her lips up against the mirror, trying her best to replicate the kind of shit going on in the other room.

she didn’t hear the door open beside her, if she had she would have ran as fast as she could out of there. no, the mutant continues to make out with the mirror until she hears someone clear their throat. instant regret. the color from her face drains to a pale white, the flush was still plastered to her cheeks though. as she turns her head to look over, there’s a horrified expression that instantly forms on her face.

“no no no no no no.”

“NO NO NO NO NO!”

victory ╳ ⋮           PARTIES WERE COMMONPLACE in victory's life; he wouldn't say that he was exactly a PARTY ANIMAL, but studying law could be such an UPTIGHT thing to do that he needed to get a ｃｏｕｐｌｅ drinks in just to let go—though, it would only take a ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴅ like him to still try to debate people with law jargon despite being at least T H R E E shots deep with a F O U R T H in his hand. but maybe that was why he was a ｎａｔｕｒａｌ at it, though someone had warned him that showing up DRUNK to a case was not going to win a jury over. not that he needed to be told that—right?

today, he had found his way to one such party after sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ through a paper that was too long for too little PAYOFF. he had been invited by a friend of a friend of a friend—or something like that. though if you asked him at this point, he wouldn't be able to say for sure. he'd at least say that he's made a few ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ while he was here, which should count as far as anyone is c o n c e r n e d .

he can't remember how many he's at ( someone wasn't being responsible && MARKING his arm for a count ) , but it's definitely time to UNLOAD. he finds his way to the bathroom soon enough, but why he’s here completely evacuates his brain as he watches a girl lean in a kiss a ｍｉｒｒｏｒ. he's silent for a moment because she's really getting INTO it && then his bladder gives him a good K I C K for reminder—

“ HEY, ” he says, way louder than he should when she starts to babble. his brain is calculating, ｃａｌｃｕｌａｔｉｎｇ . .  . “ what the fuck? ”    [ 💡 ]

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