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apologies for the radio silence. in between work, friends, appointments, && getting ready to move, i've been locked in on that fuckass soccer anime thanks to @pontevoix. please redirect any && all formal ( or informal ) complaints to hale <3

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🌱 and 🌊 !!

@springmournings || from [X ] || ACCEPTING

🌱: what was the last book you read?

the last book i sat down && read is conclave ( ongoing ); the last book i read to completion. . . i can't remember && i'm not sure if physical copies of manga count

🌊 : what was the first muse you've ever written?

i can't remember her name my warrior cats medicine cat OC was kinda nifty ngl

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✨🐇 🗯️

@hallablood || from [ X ] || ACCEPTING

✨: faceclaims that aren't banned but you cannot stand?

i don't really have any tbh? at least none i can actively think of. faceclaims aren't something that i really think about. i go iconless && ( usually ) my writing partner does the same; when they don't, any icons are usually taken from a work of illustrated/animated media.

🐇: what is the best way to approach you?

memes are probably the easiest && least awkward way to do it. but honestly even crawling into my dms && saying ❝ hey fuckface let's write ❞ has a guaranteed success rate

🗯: show us the last youtube video you watched.

i have no explanation for this : )

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VERY SPECIFIC MUNDAY ASKS

🫧 Why did you pick this particular muse? 💭 Replying and writing opens: Yes or No? Why? ✨ Faceclaims that aren't banned but you cannot stand? 🐠 Do you write outside of the RPC? 🪼 How many languages do you speak? 🐇 What is the best way to approach you? 🍵 What does your writing process look like? Do you make physical notes first? Do you use docs? 🍡 Favourite snack while writing? 🥤 Favourtie drink while writing? 🗯 Show us the last youtube video you watched. 🌊 What was the first muse you've ever written? 🌱 What was the last book you read? 🪻 Do you prefer sending memes or receiving them? 🍭 Say something nice about your appearance. 🎀 Say something nice about your character. 🪷 Whose writing do you admire? 💕 Say something nice about your own writing. 🍑 What is something you hyperfocus on in your portrayal? 💫 Say something nice about a random mun.

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@w4rningbutterflies || CONTINUED

the car ride is a quiet one. kageyama says little && it makes oikawa second guess the whole affair. he worries that he'd come on too strong && put the other in a position where he felt he must concede to his pitiful whims. it's a stupid thought. tobio is relentless. if he didn't want the other in his home, he'd communicate as much ( right ? ). oikawa tries not to overthink ― it's never done him any good in the past ― instead bridging silence with words && making polite conversation with the driver: a middle-aged man by the name of luca. he speaks limited english; enough to engage in small talk && share his story with the charismatic foreigner.

he tells the duo about his upbringing in a small fishing village to the southwest of rome before moving to the heart of the mainland as a young man; he tells them how he'd met the love of his life ― a school teacher of sicilian blood ― && says that ❛ loving her is like loving fire. ❜ he speaks of her with such gentle reverence. as he goes on, he articulates with a free hand, inventing a new language with the motions of his wrist.

during interludes, oikawa rests his head on the window pane && absorbs the city through a moving lens. even at this hour, rome is alive && he can feel her pulse thrumming at every red light. the colosseum glows amber in the distance; two-thousand years of human history held up to the night like a candle. ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME.

theirs included.

from what he's gathered thus far, kageyama shares a modest apartment with two of his teammates, whom oikawa has been prohibited from ❛ schmoozing ❜ ― whatever that's supposed to mean. he wonders what said apartment looks like; is it sleek && trendy ( reflecting success ) or is it warm && rustic?

he's especially curious about kageyama's personal space. what kind of bed does he sleep on? does he collect any interesting paraphernalia or keepsakes? what kind of persona has he cultivated over the years && how does his environment reflect it? will tobio even let him into his room? his ankle is still screwed up, but oikawa doesn't want to be presumptuous about such things; penchant for dramatics be damned, he takes pride in being an exceptional guest && tries to leave spaces as he found them.

half an hour feels like a small eternity, but in time the black sedan pulls over && comes to a gradual halt. luca exits first; then kageyama, who handles baggage && payment while leaving a disgruntled oikawa trapped in the backseat, waiting on the other. relying on tobio kageyama. . . who would have ever guessed? the door on his side opens && he doesn't think twice before practically latching onto the other for support. he can't help but quietly admire the other's form. he has more in common with the baroque statues that decorate the city, then the lanky teenager from miyagi.

❝ --you used to be so skinny. . . now look at you. at least if i do end up falling over, i know you've got me. ❞ he chirps, ❝ lead the way, tobio. ❞

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i'm gonna be away for a few days && i won't have my laptop ( totally bringing my phone tho ) so please take this as an open invitation to crawl into my dms

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thinking about travis martinez : ^ )

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@w4rningbutterflies || OIKAWA TORU X KAGEYAMA TOBIO

❝ && i despise my JEALOUS eyes && how hard they fell for you; yeah, i despise my ROTTEN mind && how much it worships you ❞

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my biggest worry is that people on here see me abuse the em-dash && think i use AI for writing when the reality is that i'm just insane && love to emphasize my shit

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there's an allure to stability; the promise of wanting for nothing in a world lacking for everything. it's why she chose the emerald path ― it's why everyone does. the ones who insist otherwise are full of shit, beating a tired joke past the point of death.

when marlo tells the joke once, she does laugh. hitch laughs until her ribs start to ache. there's something so earnest in his delivery of the punchline. good god, she almost believes him. when marlo tells the joke twice, she does laugh. the sound is airy && featherlight, catching on wind chimes. a diversion. hitch makes a spectacle out of a would-be martyr. it's thankless work.

she should hate him more, she thinks. he's a threat to stability; forcing her to turn heel, so that she might match his stride && contain his stupidity. she really should hate him more, she thinks. hitch sleeps six out of her usual eight hours && resents him for it. marlo may not be holding the barrel of a gun to her head, but he speaks && acts in such a candid manner that it's reasonable to consider the plausibility of him tripping over the safety. she likes him alive, she thinks.

hitch doesn't quite know what to call marlo. ‘ FRIEND ’ feels too congenial; ‘ ACQUAINTANCE ’ feels too casual. they are bound by camaraderie, resilience, && stubbornness ― the refusal to scrub annie's name from memory. less than a fortnight ago, senior officers came to her door. shared quarters were sacked. personal effects were confiscated; branded as evidence. loose items of clothing, private letters, && a rose hair piece ( a secret in the language of girls ). all gone. what little was left of annie was stuffed into a burlap sack && taken away.

she walks confidently in the aftermath of what could only be described as a massacre, wearing her grief with discretion: never let them see you cry. marlo speaks of injustice in their ranks && hitch yawns, bored. sometimes he makes an offhand remark && she does laugh; clutching her sides when asked, ❛ what's so funny? ❜ you, dumbass. sometimes his rambling borders on treason && hitch wants to slap him. not out of blind allegiance to any banner, but she has already decided that she likes marlo alive. evidently, more than he does.

it makes her protective of him in ways she didn't think possible. sleeping six out of her usual eight hours && searching him out in the chaos of the mess hall. marlo says something to her that could pass as a cordial greeting; hitch doesn't respond. she's made a habit of parsing conversation in passing && intercepting snippets that pique her interest. in another life she could have been a journalist.

boys her age develop habits of their own && speak with the misshapen arrogance of grown men ― all confidence && no discipline. no discretion. picking pockets for secrets comes as easily as plucking fruit. she cradles ripe flesh && twists gently, laughing at a joke that isn't actually funny; a practiced falsetto that buys her drinks, favours, && rumours. not every interrogation has need of brute force. measured touches can be soft.

when all is said && done, hitch retreats. it isn't difficult to locate marlo in the beige sea. he sits alone, hunched over his bowl && frowning at ( seemingly ) nothing in particular. maybe there's hair in his stew again; one of the cooks must have a personal vendetta against him.

she bites into half of a bread roll && teases at imagined jealousy; he dismisses her && it's annoying. he bruises the meat of her ego; she bruises the meat of his leg.

❛ i'm not jealous. ❜

hitch bristles at this. perhaps she'd been hoping to elicit some feelings of jealousy. it's rare for her to go to the effort of soliciting attention without want of something in return. she wants nothing of marlo except the promise of his company: he makes her laugh; he doesn't put stock into rumours lacking substance; he means something to her. && that's not enough to convince him to just. . . stay.

❝ --whatever you say. i suppose it doesn't really matter. ❞ hitch yawns, staring at her tired reflection in the bowl of brown. normally she's quite thorough when painting over tells of fatigue; lately she's been slipping up && missing spots ― to her endless frustration.

❛ you laughed differently in their company. ❜

oh? so he did make something of her absence.

the simple observation catches her off guard. are her theatrics that obvious? or is marlo exceedingly observant? hitch shrugs. ❝ --did i? i never noticed. ❞ it's a bold faced lie; && a pointless one. she is quick to correct herself, trying to save some face. ❝ some people just aren't as funny as they think they are. but it doesn't necessarily hurt to play along sometimes. why? are you going to lecture me? because that would be funny. . . ❞

marlo is always rigorous, always adamant. he prides himself in strengths that make him efficient – he’s always energized; he sleeps six hours & rarely feels tired. he’s punctual. in fact, he’s so punctual that he always arrives early to appointments. he’s resilient – he’s stubborn, sometimes, in his dedication to integrity, an abstract term that he simplifies into an understanding of legality, the distribution of resources, of duties & social responsibilities.

he had been beaten in a public square for addressing corruption, & pride flared so righteous in him that his hand burned hot — as though he had already reached for an abandoned weapon & fired a shot as a vigilante. 

this sticks with him, leaves a burn. marlo is always rigorous, always adamant. he is efficient in the ways that he cannot see. he knows he’s prideful, & still he is quick to be humbled, to bow his head to new reasoning if he sees that he was wrong. he doesn’t know this about himself. 

hitch knows, though. she says so in the way she laughs about all the ways that he’s efficient. marlo can never tell why she’s laughing – but he watches her tilt her head as though she knows something that he doesn’t, & he can’t bring himself to argue the point.

marlo prides himself in strengths that make him efficient – he sleeps six hours & rarely feels tired. but hitch laughs sometimes, & he thinks that she might have him beat for energy. though he rarely feels tired, she conjures some unworldly energy to laugh the way she does. it’s an impressive performance. 

he’s not good at laughing, not good at jokes — but recently, he would concede that he’s reluctant to cave to laughter. 

annie had been lost, & that had been a battering ram. although marlo had been optimistic ( remains optimistic ) in his purpose to instigate change within the military police —- death had been a slim prospect in this elite world. he had been young, & so too had hitch.

annie went missing that day in the city, & her absence felt like the muffled distortions of a concussion. they remembered her. 

hitch didn’t drop a beat. she played the game with a sharp kind of cheer that made marlo trust her resourcefulness more. 

he doesn’t understand her. he respects her. she proves that she’s resilient, too. that’s enough for them to do better together in paired shifts than they once had. it’s a habit to which they stick even after they learn that annie had been lost & that she had also had been the crystallized titan. 

it’s sobering. it makes marlo want to laugh even less, & it makes hitch furious when he translates his discomfort with ongoing politics into treason. 

he can’t blame her. after all,  drags her into treason, & she tells him that he really couldn’t have made a stupider decision if he tried — but she stands with him, carries on with the pretense of pairing with him for shifts until he transfers officially to the scouts. 

he doesn’t understand her. she keeps laughing.

at least by now he starts to recognize the different ways in which she laughs — when it’s artificial. they wait for their meal rations together in the mess hall, & a party of arrogant-tongued soldiers stand together with grapevine rumors about those who had been arrested for being complicit with the survey corps’ treachery. 

something in marlo’s jaw jumps when he serves himself stew. 

hitch is distracted, too, so he spoons her some of the stew as well — & realizes too late that she sinks into the soldiers’ company as though it were natural. she picks at loose threads for conversation, & her laugh is a false thing. 

it occurs to marlo that she is genuine with him.

still, he watches the casual way she trails her touch over another man’s forearm as she encourages conversation, & his jaw ticks again. he is certain that she might be a type of demon. it’s not hte first time this thought has occurred to him.

marlo doesn’t understand her. it must show in her face because she rejoins him & stirs at her stew & complains that he should have gotten her a bread roll too. he breaks his own in half & passes it to her. she winks at him & promises that she’ll tell him what she’s learned, though marlo doubts that it was anything consequential. the soldiers who passed rumors were too low-ranking to know anything consequential. 

from @mindsafe : ❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜ ( hitch )

but she dives further & laughs ( it’s a genuine sound ) : if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous.

marlo blinks & doesn’t understand her. he prides himself in strengths that make him efficient, so he’s quick to answer diplomatically : ‘ you’re welcome to do as you wish. that is your right. ‘ 

it’s an inappropriate response, because what hitch’s choices were not her question. she kicks him beneath the table, & marlo resists the urge to reach down to rub at his shin. still, he takes her cue to correct himself : ‘ i’m not jealous, ‘ he answers more directly. 

belatedly, it’s uncomfortable to realize that he is uncertain whether it’s a falsehood. 

he does not understand her. it is possible he is jealous, that he does not understand himself either. 

however, he trusts her capacity for resilience & the steadiness of her company. he is not jealous because he knows she does not laugh around him with the same falseness. 

so marlo offers her the integrity of his honesty & summarizes his understanding simply : ‘ you laughed differently in their company. ‘  whatever that may mean.

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A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :             send a number  1 - 30  to take a closer look inside this characters life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters every day life.        these are meant to invoke character development     &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.         bonus if you explain why it’s there!

01.     pockets. 02.     bag   /   purse. 03.     car trunk. 04.     car glovebox. 05.     closet. 06.     bedside table drawer. 07.     medicine cabinet. 08.     wallet. 09.     “junk” drawer. 10.     pantry. 11.     phone home screen. 12.     frequently used emojis. 13.     to do list. 14.     computer home screen. 15.     bookcase. 16.     cd collection. 17.     calendar for this month. 18.     “secret” hiding spot. 19.     five most recent in contact list.  20.     refrigerator.  21.     home safe.  22.     amazon shopping cart.  23.     bank account.  24.     first aid kit.  25.     five most recent in google search history.  26.     most used playlist.  27.     least used playlist.  28.     five most recent sent text messages  29.     five most recent received text messages  30.     netflix watch history. 

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@pontevoix || ANNIE LEONHARDT X ARMIN ARLERT

❝ && now I tell you openly, you have my heart so don't hurt me; you're what I couldn't find // a totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind, you're everything to me ❞

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just a little nod to reaffirm my activity!! physically i'm here, but mentally, i haven't been able to get into the mindset for writing the last bit. TLDR: my landlord won't renew my lease && i have to look for new accomodation for me + my cat.

regardless, i'd love to push for more engagement, even if it's just plotting or OOC yapping, for the sake of feeling less lonely + holding onto my sanity.

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COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN –– HELP ME GET A PUPPY!

commissions have been slow lately (which i understand, the world has been a crazy place), and i've been relying more on trying to get my psds out there and get sales up. this is my full time job. i'm fortunate enough to have a living situation that allows that, but that does mean that when expenses come up, i do rely on them. around a month ago, i lost my dog unexpectedly. we took him in for a vet check up that turned much more somber, and since then there has been a gigantic void. while i have taken time to mourn and reflect, there has been developments in a possible new puppy to add to our family. however, that means that i need commissions to kick up again so that i can have some money on the side for things that she'll need! so if you could send in a commission form, that'd be excellent! for a limited time, any commission over $30.00 USD automatically gets a 5% discount.

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. it's time to spread positivity! Anja they could never put tarrifs on my love for you princess

@m-11o || UNPROMPTED

misha my angel i was hoarding these good vibes for a rainy day && when i tell u it has been A RAINY WEEK!! our love has no borders diva <3

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hi. fuck ice. here is how you can help families affected by unlawful deportation

edit: and FUCK LAPD. here is how you can help bail out protestors who are in the trenches, facing mass arrests and putting their bodies on the line.

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he's got a balloon. "happy birthday yelena, because you're gay i assumed you didn't exist until pride month. your pride birth. here you go"

@warche1f || UNPROMPTED

birthdays are CHILDREN'S affairs; noisy, sticky, && indulgent. yelena is an ADULT WOMAN with a job* && she is not paid to suffer the cacophony of the small crowd singing their discordant celebratory hymn.

she is unperturbed when the other forgets the date ― he's only off by less than half of an orbital revolution this time. what matters is that he remembers what's important: birthdays come once every calendar year; gayness is a full-time commitment, far more deserving of recognition. yelena suffers back pain from carrying the weight of an entire community on her shoulders.

so she accepts the token with a fond smile, securing it to the arm of her chair. her employer is always so thoughtful. any reviews on yelp that suggest otherwise are clearly bots, trolls, && ‘ haters ’ who know nothing about the world.

❝ --thank you for remembering my pride birth, sir. you're too kind. ❞