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hear me out .................... os.aragi from sakam.oto days as an older ho.taru fc do you guys see my vision

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My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour. / ADRIEN AND HOTARU

( romantic starters. / accepting ! )

NONE of the forecasts mentioned the rain starting quite this soon. hotaru grips the straps of her bag tight, gaze frantic as she looks for shelter from the sudden onslaught. there - an awning ! it isn't much, but it's better than nothing. 

she's halfway towards salvation when a hand grips at her elbow, surprisingly gentle as it pulls her in another direction. it’s such a sudden change that she’s stumbling, one foot crossing too quickly in front of another, & then her face hits something warm ( but dry, she notes ) with a sudden thump. only the hand still lingering on her arm keeps her from falling completely. despite her surprise, hotaru's movements are slow, heel sliding back as she puts some semblance of distance between herself & ... whatever she collided with. she goes to tap the tip of her nose to ensure it isn’t damaged, eyes rising until they clash with a bright, familiar shade of green. adrien.

❝ of course you came prepared, ❞ she teases, shock slipping away & quickly becoming relief, a hint of laughter on the edge of her lips. hotaru smiles up at adrien, sincere & soft. a small twinge of guilt lingers on her tongue for bumping into him, but really, he's the one who pulled her over. she can hardly be blamed.  

she looks from adrien to face the pavement again, watching as the rain continues its assault on the world around them. it doesn’t look like it’ll be slowing down anytime soon. turning back to the blond at her side, she smiles, grateful despite the overwhelm of rain against the umbrella over their heads. ❝ thank you. i … i really appreciate your help, adrien. ❞

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Happy birthday @yamino ! and a Happy Halloween to you all!! 🎉🎃

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hug

( the intimacy of hands. / accepting ! )

SHE WAKES WITH A START. panic blossoms, sudden & sharp - igniting in one heartbeat & reducing to smoke in the next, the instant his palm encases the column of her throat. memories flicker too quick to grasp: luggage in hand, a dim lit hall, his lips against hers, a ghost sensation of skull tissue & brain matter crushed beneath an iron grip. the feeling, the images, the phantom pains are all gone in a shudder of breath. moonlight streams in through frosted glass, the world beyond sleeping still. unsteady, uncertain, she shivers, the rhythmic motions in her hair as anchoring as the solid chest her face presses against. 

❝ … i see you've gotten better at this, ❞ her words are a pitiful attempt at levity, still too breathless, too frail. the display of weakness in front of him doesn't bother her as it once did. she breathes him in. ❝ … were you even sleeping ? ❞

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❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ / throws brandon your way

( an assortment of dialogue prompts. / accepting ! )

hotaru tries ( fails, really ) to stifle the grin trying to form on her features. it's obvious that the decision fatigue is starting to wear down brandon - not that she can blame him. but she knows his theatrics are simply that; this is for stella, of course he'll see it through to the end. 

❝ is this why you wanted me to come along ? for moral support ? ❞ she teases, tone light. going from one store to another across magix hardly sounds ideal to her either, but if it's for the princess of solaria’s surprise birthday party … well, she could certainly make an exception. she takes the wrinkled list from brandon’s hand, quickly scanning through flora's impeccable, if flowy, handwriting. there's only a few more stops they'll need to make. ❝ have you already gotten a gift for stella ? or should we add that to the list, too ? ❞ 

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

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Sipping beer properly 🪐🌙🐇

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so when are you gonna tell me that i’m the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires?

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sora. not the most common name she’s ever encountered, certainly.  still, hotaru smiles around the syllables when she repeats, ❝ sora-san, ❞ as though hearing the sound in her own voice may help her memorize it. who knows ? maybe this second run-in is an indication that this weirdly optimistic boy will continue to find the strangest moments to cross her path. 

❝ o - oh ! that's very sweet of you to offer, sora-san, but you really don't have to. ❞ she returns his offer ( & bow ) with a nod of her head, a spark of amusement in her chest when she realizes their current predicament. it certainly makes her feel less guilty, knowing that she isn't the only one to have missed out on catching a name in their previous encounter. 

two more customers place their orders ahead. there's only one between hotaru & the counter now, though she tries to maintain a position in line where she can carry on their little conversation while taking another few steps forward.  ❝ while i do think that’s kind of cute, you can also call me ‘ hotaru ’, ❞ she introduces with another nod, bowing slightly. ❝ and thank you, for the birthday wishes ! you seem to have a talent for running into me on some special occasions. ❞

Set before him had to be one of his more admittedly amusing-- bonds? Was he even allowed to call it such if they met for a grand total of twice?

Irregardless, it'd be that fun Halloween day that managed to strike a pearl of fondness in his heart. Always promising a chuckle and a wish for Hotaru's wellbeing on those dim or wayward days.

Was he technically helping her day if he made her briefly bounce akin to a shocked rabbit? (Maybe Pikachu would be better fitting.)

"Sora." He adds in, almost a touch too adamantly. His era of having floating in and out the edge of a universe's line of memories had him paranoid enough. If filling in that blank was required, so be.. it.

WAIT WHAT DAY DID SHE SAY IT WAS!?

Before anything else left his mouth, that abrupt admittance made him blink owlishly at Hotaru before an abrupt shimmer of determination.

"Man, how lucky is that. On a holiday, then your birthday? I might have a knack for this!" As if he should be proud of such details to begin with! Yet, that infectious smile showed nothing but genuine happiness for her existence as he gives a brief but polite bow.

"Then from one traveling soul to you, I'd like to wish you a Happy Birthday! How about I cover the price for your sweets ah.." Try as he might with scratching his mind, realizing he fell into a similar boat, a bubbling bit of laughter escaped him.

"Sheesh, we never even got on the naming basis, huh? Would it be okay if I got yours? Or should I just call ya Ms.Mimikyu?"

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send  anonymous  (or  not)  questions  to  my  muse  about  their  ships,  connections,  and  any  other  of  their  relationships.           specify if sending to a mumu.

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hold

( the intimacy of hands / accepting ! )

breaths are ragged, choppier than sea - storm waves. beneath her skin, the thrum of her power is hot, burning, nearly overwhelming. her lungs have formed a furnace around the ( no longer so fragile, no longer so delicate ) beating organ within. by contrast, his touch is miraculous, cooling in its effects. macaria melts into the sensation, palm to cradle his,  whimper ( of gratitude ? ) on her lips, weak. his presence has never felt so calming, a relief in the maelstrom of her divine chaos. ❝ s - stay. like this, just - ❞ golden fractures recede from her amethyst gaze; she cannot meet his eyes. ❝ just … for a moment. please. ❞

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Saturn — NASA. Mathematical magnificence. It's so hard to realise that it's a photo, it's real.

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Might fuck around and become a symbol of death and rebirth, creation and destruction, beginnings and endings or something.

Sailor Saturn

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twin aches take hold in her body, roots tangling among her ribs & burying in the soft marrow of her skull. grief for herself, for the versions of her that she fails by not striking him outright, tangling irrevocably with a longing so vast in her that it cannot be contained. does he really expect her acquiescence ? that she could forgive every crime he’s committed against her - for they were all her, all of them - simply because he’d been searching for another ? one who could remember, could pick - up where they’d left off ? 

how dare he. as if she ever had any control, any sway in the untamed winds of fate, blowing her very existence in every conceivable direction. macaria lives & dies by the decrees of ancient promises & the whims of this … this bastard ! frustration tears from her throat, a snarl of a sound. 

❝ because YOU are - ❞  all i’ve ever known. all i have. the only person who knows me. the only place i can go. ❝ y - you're - ❞ indignation, surprise, sorrow - a terrible, violent storm that threatens to tear from her very body. if his goal is to confuse her, he’s beginning to succeed. her resolve falters. she doesn’t know how to answer him. she can’t answer him. 

unsteady fingers curl to fists, tension woven in every fibre of her being. shoulders tremble, crumbling, unable to bear the intensity around her, inside her. her eyes rise, high as she can bear, staring intensely at his pulse point. her voice strains, lacks the conviction she craves, when she answers: ❝ because i refuse to lose to you. ❞

does she really believe that narrative ? he's incapable of understanding the enduring pains of her cyclical amnesia & relapsing mortality, yet what poison she speaks : those were not & would never be a part of his intentions , however ill-willed he could be. sure -- he'd been petty; aggravated by the unchanging consistency of her existence, he toyed with her like a cat does with near-dead prey. still, that had all been a reflection of who he was , unable to treat anything with kindness, a morbid child ripping the wings of a butterfly because of its beauty.

he knows well. the spectre of fondness he holds for her, he never spoke of, much less showed. this could only be a vision of her nightmares, to know that gravity had pulled her towards the sinking inevitability of a blackhole, rather than the soothing orbit of a star. she had searched, longed for him . how much of those desires were illusory, now that she came close enough to the event horizon to peer into the abyssal deep & the calamitous extent of him -- the yawning chasm of a lost identity that should have exanguinated, long ago ?

" i ... " he takes a breath. unaccustomed. almost unwilling. how long has it been, that he has spoken the truth about himself? he barely knows his own thoughts, so used to crafting a mask , another disguise. his real self is not fit for words. he had guarded himself so carefully, yet history is here to repeats itself: he's always in too deep. his muse too engrossed to abandon, yet not enough to keep. " it was ... i didn't know how long you would stay. i wanted you to take notice, maybe ... there was going to be a version of you that could really see ... i waited and waited. & when you looked at me with those blank eyes, unknowing, it ... i ... "

the contempt in her gaze is cutting. how many times had he thought about this culminating, only to be left with distance ? it feels too cold ; too real. expression wavers. hurt crystalizes. " if you really think ... if all you took from this was that it was a game to me , then - " he cannot help but blame her a bit. " why are you still here ? "