#❛ GLUED TIGHT TO THE CAROUSEL ❜ ( askbox memes ∣ v. noey.)

[porcelainghosts]

“If someone had warned me I would end up here… I would still have chosen you. I’ll always choose you.” (For Noey and Ryoto)

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Soulmates!AU Sentence Meme

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  Cheek resting on his chest, golden beryl hues peer up at his statement, studying him quietly as if searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Running a hand through her choppy ink black locks, she sits up so she can use her hands more easily.

Even if I’m stuck at Cerberus for the rest of my life ?

Expression sober, she gazes down at him as she signs her query, a light crease appearing between her brows. Though they had never really defined what they were to each other, it had been clear that they were more than just friends or casual fuck buddies. Still, there had always been an edge of underlying desperation to their meetings whenever they were able to see each other, as if this might be the last time they could get together. And, with the life they lived, she supposes it’s only natural to feel that way.

Still, her own desperation felt a little more… urgent, a kind of fear that he might leave her one day when the truth of what she is, the truth that she could never really be his as long as she was in Cerberus, would dawn on him. After all, how could a relationship continue and blossom when one person is essentially a slave and only allowed out to play when she has to kill someone ?

I’m always… kind of afraid that you might leave one day… I wouldn’t really blame you, I mean– I’m not normal, so we can’t really… have a normal relationship or whatever. We always have to sneak around and can only see each other every once in a while, so I guess it could get kind of annoying to deal with.

Pressing her lips together, she lets out a small sigh.

But, if you stay, I’ll stay because I’ll always want you and no one else… This is the happiest I’ve ever really been in my entire life, Ryoto… and that’s thanks to you… and no one could ever compare to you. Ever.

Her expression softens as she smiles quietly down to him, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

[porcelainghosts]

✎for Noey; ☁ for Kimi; ✆ for Ji; and ❧ for Bi!

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Headcanon Meme .

NOEY ;;

✎ - Can your muse draw ? How well / How Bad ?

oh god no. she has NO drawing talent whatsoever, the most she can do is like really terrible stick figures that looks like a 5 year old drew them. ACTUALLY THAT’S GIVING HER TOO MUCH CREDIT, A FIVE YEAR OLD CAN DRAW BETTER THAN HER LMFAO.

KIMI ;;

☁ - What kind of weather does your muse consider the best one ?

she’s really fond of cloudy days, esp if there is fog and light rain. she just really finds it soothing and fog is her Aesthetic.

EUN-JI ;;

✆ - What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with ?

besides pics of @glassheartcd‘s zach, various things, mostly to do with fashion or inspo for her art. selfies too \o/

EUN-BI ;;

❧ - What is your muse’s favorite kind of food ?

anything korean, tbqh. B’’’| i guess that seems obvs since she’s korean, but it’s hard to find authentic korean restaurants where she lives, so she’s always craving korean food haha. specific faves are probably…. kimbap and bibimbap.

[porcelainghosts]

❤️, ❤️,❤️,❤️ -// for all the ladies

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For  every  “❤️”  I  receive  ,  my  muse  will  confess  something  about  their  romantic interest .

【☆☆☆】 ——  ❝ Hmm~ Shou’s become a lot more confident compared to when we first met and it’s actually… really nice to see ? It’s not that there was anything wrong with him before, but he just seems a lot happier with himself now and it’s definitely noticeable. ❞ 

❝I don’t know if I’ve helped with that or not, but I do know he helped to make me more comfortable with myself, too, and to just happier in general. ❞

【♡♡♡】 ——  ❝ It’s happening a lot more often than when we first got together, but… I really like it when he lets me see the side of him that’s Alistair. I mean, he knows I love both sides of him, but Alistair… I dunno, it feels like… I’m getting a glimpse of how he was before everything happened to him… ❞ 

❝ I try not to press, but I really like it when I can learn about his human past – the good things, I mean. Like, recently I learned his mother taught him to knit and crochet and now he’s teaching me to and it’s a lot of fun~ !❞

【 ☽⭘☾ 】 ——  ❝ I know he hates when I watch him doing stuff, but sometimes I can’t help it, especially when he’s talking about something he just genuinely enjoys. It’s like this light goes on inside of him and he just seems to brighten up… ❞

❝ It’s really cute, especially when he gets excited~ ❞

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  Signing with a soft smile:

There are only three people in this world who have ever treated me with respect and like I’m an actual human being and Ryoto is one of them.

And that was before he really got to know me, before he knew my past. I guess maybe he had an idea considering Cerberus isn’t exactly unknown with hitmen and assassins, but still… it was nice to be treated that way instead of how I usually am…Plus, he’s really fun to tease~

【 ❀❀❀ 】 ——  ❝ U-um, this is probably going to sound strange, but– I-I really love it when I’m able to see Silas relaxed and happy. T-the dogs and bloodbanks don’t really… have easy lives and we aren’t treated all that well, s-so… when I’m able to see him smile genuinely it makes me happy, too. ❞

[porcelainghosts]

Freya being super concerned for Noey? “Where did all those bruises came from?”

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RP STARTERS : CONCERN .

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  Glancing over at the stranger sitting next to her at her concerned query, a soft frown tugs at Noey’s lips as golden beryl hues drop to her bruised and scraped knuckles. She probably should have bandaged them before getting on the train, but such minor wounds never really seem to concern her. And did it really matter, anyways, if she had bandaged them ? Sure, she might have hidden the damage done to her hands, but people would still know she had been injured and shoot her curious looks.Or questions like the woman beside her.

Fishing her cellphone out from her pocket, she takes a few moments to type up a reply before holding up the screen so the other could read:

This is weird, I’m sure, but I’m mute so the only way I can really communicate is through my phone. As for my hands, I didn’t wrap them properly when I was at my boxing class. No worries.

Not true in the slightest; she had actually injured her hands by some not so nice and non violent means, but that isn’t something she’s willing to discuss with someone she doesn’t know.

[porcelainghosts]

"Please don't make me go." (Ryoto and Noey)

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Please Don’t Starters

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  She’s not sure which is worse: when Mathieu dresses her up in cumbersome dresses with a ridiculous amount of frill common to whatever period is the theme of the ball or when he made her wear things that left nothing to the imagination. There had even been a few times where he and the others of his coven had decided that all the dogs and blood banks attending the party would wear lingerie, which has been an utterly uncomfortable and humiliating experience. At least it wasn’t one of those parties, but she’s still not pleased with the slip of black fabric that made up the dress currently adorning her body, plunging neckline dipping to nearly her navel and the small of her back. Ragged whipping scars from her master’s hand are left exposed to the prying eyes of the guests, a few even daring to reach out and touch them, eyes glittering with a dark amusement behind their elaborate masks.God, she hated masquerade balls the most. Most of Cerberus’ guests had no concept of inhibition anyways, but it seems any time they had the choice of anonymity that all social niceties and behavior goes out the window since their identity is safely hidden behind a disguise. Sadly, she and the other dogs and blood banks weren’t afforded such a luxury; they were the only ones without masks, to make it easier to pick them out in the crowd should someone need a snack, she supposes. Still, usually masquerade parties meant a larger gathering of guests and that left her free of Mathieu’s focus and able to wander.

She had been playing wallflower in the back of the room, fingers running absently over a fresh bite mark on her inner wrist with a mild look of disgust, when she had spotted him. Even when masked, she recognizes him immediately; his gait and frame as familiar to her as her own, burned into her memory. Muscles tense as her spine grows rigid, golden green hues narrowing as something akin to panic blooms inside of her, but she’s careful to keep her features perfectly blank and composed just in case someone might be watching. There are eyes and ears everywhere inside this wretched compound and, besides, she does not want anyone to notice her reaction to Ryoto’s presence – they might just use it against her.

Still, she has to say she’s a little surprised that he had recognized her. With makeup on, she always feels like she’s looking at a stranger when peering into a mirror, the girl with charcoal lined eyes and dark crimson lips unfamiliar to her.

As soon as he’s close enough to touch, thin fingers wrap around his wrist and she pulls him out onto the sparsely populated balcony, links in her metallic leash clinking lightly with each step. Rounding on him, brows furrow as she signs, movements quick and jerky with her anger:

What the FUCK are you doing here ?! You need to leave NOW before someone notices you !

But, as angry as she is, she can’t quite hide the hint of fear that stirs inside of her and it only grows at his soft plea. Hardened features soften and a quiet sigh spills from painted lips, gaze drifting away from him and toward the meticulously maintained garden below. It had been weeks since they had last spent time together, confined only to carefully coded messages and phone calls when she is able, so she can’t exactly deny the fact that she had missed him and that it feels nice to see him, though she’s a little mortified that he has to see her like this. All dolled up with scars on display and various fresh puncture marks marring her thin frame.Ugh.

This probably has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. Don’t you realize how dangerous it is for the both of us just by even being here ?

[porcelainghosts]

Nightmare meme for masa & noey !

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Send ‘🌃’ or ‘Nightmare’ to wake my muse from a nightmare they would have woken up screaming to otherwise.

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  As stolid as she presents herself to be in the face of death, it is merely a clever ruse she has created for herself, a mask she hid behind more for the sake of her sanity than the fact that any hint of weakness or remorse would be the beginning of the end for her. And while she had become adept at removing herself mentally from the situation, at becoming a mere passenger as her body runs on autopilot, she still can’t quite escape the memories. Some were fuzzy and out of focus and those were fine, but it’s the ones that are sharply defined with details she’d rather forget that, naturally, haunt her the most. Especially in her dreams. She had no means of escape when adrift in the fog of slumber and so her thoughts always catch up with her in the worst way, ensnaring her in a tangled web.Sometimes, she dreams about her childhood, and it appears that her subconscious has decided to set the stage with a particular moment that had happened early on in her life. How old had she been ? She thinks she might have been six, perhaps even seven, but she had never really been entirely certain of her age, only able to give an approximation since she had no way of knowing when she had been born.There is a sharp pang of hunger that plagues her empty belly, so strong that she her body had subconsciously reacted and she had curled in on herself, a grimace marring her features as her arms wrap tightly around her stomach outside of her dream. Her movements are sluggish and she is not the only one lacking energy; the rest of her class is just as weary, but no one dares to sit and take a much needed rest. They feared the consequences almost as much as they feared asking for a scrap of food from their trainers. One of the children had cracked around the second day and had pleaded for something, anything, to eat and the trainers had seemed happy to comply, but the kid never came back from wherever they had been taken to. After that, the rest of the group kept their mouth shut.After what felt like hours of grueling workouts and meaningless hard labor tasks meant only to burn more carbs and thus leave them even more desperate for a bite to eat, she and the others had been left alone in the training hall, which is unusual to say the least. An uneasy whisper ripples through the crowd as they try to puzzle out why they had been left behind and not taken back to their cells, theories thrown out at random with a hint of fear by those who still had the energy to speak. She, herself, had slumped to the floor, overcome with a sudden dizziness, crouching over her knees as she swallows great, ragged breaths in an attempt to fight the blackness that is beginning to creep in through the corner of her eyes.She doesn’t even realize the trainers had reentered the room until a hush had fallen over the class and she warily glances up despite the small voice of warning in her mind telling her she isn’t going to like what she sees. And her conscious had been correct, in a way. At first, a spark of hope ignites inside of her as she sees the silver platter held aloft in one of the vampire’s hands, thinking that, maybe, they just might be able to eat. But, she knows nothing is ever that simple, knows that they had been starving them for a reason, so she quickly douses that flame as she waits for the other shoe to drop.

In a mockingly saccharine tone, the leech asks them if they were hungry, a dark amusement flickering across his features at the silent nods the children give in reply. ❛ Well, how about some dinner, then~ ? ❜ he grins as he removes the polished lid with a flourish. Upon the platter lay a few scraps of moldy bread, a handful of vegetables and fruit that had just given over to rot and he dumps the food unceremoniously onto the floor. ❛ But, I’m afraid there isn’t enough for everyone… You may have to fight for it. ❜ and by may, they knew he meant that they will, that it is expected of them.For a few tense moments, there is an exchange of wary glances and fearful frowns, and then one of the children is rushing forward and that had triggered a sudden explosion of movement. Noey scuttles back, golden beryl hues widening as she watches some of her classmates running from the fray, others fighting tooth and nail with each other just to get even a tiny morsel. And despite her painfully empty stomach urging her to try to snatch something, anything, to fill it, she’s frozen. All she can do is stare rather numbly at the violence unfolding in front of her and she’s only shaken out of her stupor at the sound of a sickening, wet thud.One of the bigger boys had begun to slam a girl’s head against the concrete floor, over and over and over, each bounce accentuated with a terrible, meaty crack, heard clearly over the sounds of snarls and screams and the laughter of their trainers. She wants to scream, she can feel it building in the back of her throat, and just as her lips part she is abruptly pulled into the world of the waking at a harsh shake of her frame.Fingers wrap around one of the wrists like a vice, exerting a bruising kind of pressure that only relaxes once the last tendrils of her dream dissipate and she sees Masahiro hovering over her. Shoving him away from her, she sits up, hands scrubbing at her face as she tries to calm the trembles that had consumed her tiny frame. There is a sense of disgust that he had seen her in a moment of vulnerability, but she’s more angry with herself than him.

I’m fine.

She signs at his query, not quite able to meet his gaze.

It was just a bad dream.

[porcelainghosts]

💏 (Ryoto and Noey)

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send me a 💏 and i will randomize a number in order for my muse to kiss yours | 20. …on a scar.

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  Half lidded golden beryl hues peer at him from over her shoulder, a light shiver racing up her spine as she feels the tip of one digit trace along one of the ragged scars along her back. Teeth run along her inner lower lip as she resists the urge to roll off of her stomach to hide them from his gaze; it’s not as if this is the first time he has seen her scars, though the other times had only been slight glimpses whenever her shirt had ridden up. For him to see them in full leaves her feeling oddly vulnerable, exposed, and she’s not sure if she likes the feeling.

 A soft sound of surprise escapes her when she feels his warm breath wash over her skin before his lips brush gently over one of the aged marks and she can’t help but squirm slightly beneath him, as if trying to pull away. But, she immediately stills when he whispers for her not to turn away from him and she glances over her shoulder at him once more, brow furrowing as she considers his query before she signs shyly:

Okay.

[porcelainghosts]

"How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move." (Noey and Ryoto)

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Fluffy & Cuddly {Sentence Starters}

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  Time spent with Ryoto was a luxury she could just barely afford, having to be careful not to alert Mathieu’s suspicions should he decide to check on her location. Most of the time, she can get away with the excuse of shadowing her mark whenever she is in one place for a long enough period to make her master question why she has been in the same area for so long, other times she knew not to press her luck. Besides, it’s not as if she can always see him whenever she leaves the compound – her contracts do not always take her to places in close proximity to him and sometimes it just isn’t feasible for him to visit.

And while she hates that their time is so limited, she finds that she hates the long periods in between where she can only see him through her phone every now and then even more, so she relishes these moments where they’re able to reunite.

Two hours, maybe.

She answers, peering up at him as her cheek rests against his chest.

I’ve been drawing this job out a little too long, so I’m going to have to wrap it up soon before Mathieu starts getting suspicious…

[porcelainghosts]

🤒 (Noey and Ryoto)

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🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  Annoyance and frustration at herself rises like the ocean tide inside of her, just barely masking the pain radiating in excruciating throbs from the back of her thigh. This is not the first time she’s gotten shot nor would it be the last, she’s sure, but each time she can’t help but feel a little disgusted that she had allowed such a thing to happen, as if it’s avoidable. If she hadn’t gotten so sloppy, so distracted, maybe she wouldn’t have a bullet lodged in her leg and would be blessedly pain free. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Already, her mistakes are beginning to eat at her, her mind frantically trying to piece together where she had went wrong, what she could have done to avoid it, chastising herself for being so careless.It wouldn’t be so bad if she could pop the bullet out and stitch up the wound herself, but even with her flexibility it’s not exactly in a spot she can reach without trouble. Ugh. The last thing she wants is to go to one of the doctors employed by Cerberus; they would have to contact Mathieu and he would demand ( he can’t have his best dog out of commission after all ) she take some of his blood to help the wound heal more quickly, which would bond her even more tightly to him for a time until it faded from her system. And being bonded to him through blood was a god awful experience, in her opinion, not to mention she just hated the side effects that came with consuming blood from an ancient being.

Lips twisting with her dismay, she peers up at Ryoto and signs distractedly:

Can you get it out ? If we can get a mirror or something, I can probably stitch it up.

At his confirmation and insistence that she probably shouldn’t be the one stitching up her own wound, she manages to tug off her pants with some difficulty and a soft hiss of pain. Rolling over onto her stomach, she silently laments over the fact that she’s going to have to replace the sheets of the motel’s bed, though with how seedy the place is maybe she wouldn’t have to try too hard with cleaning up…

Muscles twitch as he presses one hand down on her thigh to keep her still and there’s a three second count down before she feels the blade of his knife dig into her skin. Gritting her teeth, a soft curse is uttered, muffled both by the pillow she buries her face into and her scarred vocal chords.

❝ This– sucks– ❞ she manages to rasp, fingers gripping at the headboard tightly. ❝ But– at least– it wasn’t– my ass. ❞ Noey ? Making a joke ? Stop the presses.

[porcelainghosts]

"Noey, I just love the way you fight, but you've got a softness to you as well. It's just fun being around you. I just...Like having you around. Between your personality, and how cute you get when you're flustered...It's nice."

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Mutuals, anonymously have your muse confess what they love most about my muse! My muse will have to guess who said it! You must be 100% honest if they get it correct!

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  Soft. That’s not exactly a word anyone would really use to describe her, not one she, herself, would even use. Softness meant weakness and she had to be all hard edges and sharpness to survive Cerberus. Cute, too, is not really a compliment doled out to her unless with a snide cruelness, usually from Mathieu, but she knows that this is genuine and that there is no malice behind the words.

Ignoring the heat creeping up her neck and spreading through her cheeks, lips twist thoughtfully before she signs: 

Ryoto ? Maybe Rio ? They’re the only ones who know me outside of Cerberus. I think this is from Ryoto, though, he’s the only one who has enough balls to call me cute.

Nose wrinkles at the adjective.

[porcelainghosts]

❝ i don’t care. i’m not letting you get up until i know that you’re one hundred percent better again. ❞ (Noey and Ryoto)

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FLUFF STARTERS / PROMPTS !!

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  She glares up at him, though with the two high spots of color in her cheeks from her fever and her pale pallor, she’s sure it’s a weak imitation of her usual scowl. Very rarely does she get sick as Mathieu couldn’t really afford for her to be laid up with an illness and even if she does, she has a tendency to ignore it until it goes away or gets worse. Unfortunately, this time, her fever had gotten worse until she could hardly stand and Ryoto had to end up dragging her back to her hotel room.

Though her movements are sluggish, she manages to sign her reply:

I don’t have time to be sick. And besides, aren’t you worried about catching whatever I have ?

[porcelainghosts]

❝ …on the bright side, we’ll know we can’t cook next time. ❞

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FLUFF STARTERS / PROMPTS !!

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  It would be safe ( and accurate ) to say that Noey has absolutely no idea what she is doing when it comes to cooking nor does she even really know her way around a kitchen. All of her meals at Cerberus had been served to her by one of the chefs, tailored to a strict diet most dogs were on to keep them at peak health and efficiency. And any food she consumed outside of Cerberus usually came microwave ready and from a convenience store. If she isn’t hoarding sweets, that is.

Still, she can’t help but stare a little sullenly down at the burned goop meant to be homemade brownies, hoping she would have been able to satisfy her sweet tooth as chocolate is hard to come by in Cerberus unless you were a blood bank.Swallowing a sigh, she peers up at Rio as she replies:

Next time we can go to a bakery or something.

[porcelainghosts]

👒(Noey and Rio)

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👒 – brushing their hair

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  She sits stiffly in front of the other, staring resolutely at her lap as she presses her balled fists against her knees, feeling the sting of her nails biting into her palms as the brush runs through her ragged locks. Although, logically, she knows Rio isn’t going to hurt her or use this as an opportunity to ridicule her, her muscles are still tense, jaw clenched, her body failing to receive the memo that she’s safe. It’s been ingrained into her to not only be wary of any nice gestures, but to be cautious of whenever Mathieu felt the need to play dress up with her – usually it meant he was going to show her off at one of the many parties and balls Cerberus would throw. And she isn’t the only one, many of the dogs would be forced to go, though some seemed happy to be there, as if they weren’t the objects of open mocking and distaste.

Because it’s funny to try and humanize an animal, right ? Watch them walk and dance and smile, painted and dressed up so pretty for public consumption.

She flinches slightly as she feels Rio’s fingers touch lightly at her shoulder and she has to resist the urge to shrug away her hand. Peering up at the other woman as she voices her concern, Noey signs:

No, it’s fine. Sorry. I’m just not – used to this.

[porcelainghosts]

(( psyche for ... someone *shrug emoji* )) “ I’ll pay for you — don’t worry, I’ve forgotten my wallet too. ”

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the kindness of strangers .

【 Ⅲ 】 ——  Brow furrowing, she shakes her head quickly and fiercely, reaching out a hand in an attempt to stop the other, but it’s too late. The money has already exchanged hands between the tender and this stranger and now Noey is left both a little dumbfounded and upset, but mostly at herself.

Tugging her phone from her pocket, thumbs move rapidly to type out a message before she holds it up so the other can read:

You didn’t have to do that. At least let me go back to my hotel room to get my wallet so I can pay you back.

As childish as it is, she hates being indebted to anyone, no matter how small the favor might be.

[porcelainghosts]

§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ masa / noey? & shoubi §§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§

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Send me “§” if you’d ever consider shipping our muses

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

SHIRO. PLEASE. NOEY AND MASA WOULD BE AMAZING.

[porcelainghosts]

                                   TAG DUMP. V. NOEY 1.0 !