#* // ♛ ⧽ answered meme.

[mindsafe]

who always gets 2nd place?

@pontevoix || from [X] || ACCEPTING

who always gets 2nd place?

ILLUMI ZOLDYCK;

he was born first, but he comes second.

for twelve years, he is a placeholder, keeping an empty crib warm. for twelve years he tries ( && fails ) to be the perfect son; but he is malleable to a fault. dislocated joints && rearranged organs // loyalty bleeding into M̴̖͋͋I̶̹̒̐Ṅ̴̢̜̓D̷̨͖̎L̵͎̤̒È̷͙̚S̴̖͕̋S̷͙̙̑̚ ̴̟̎O̶͚͝B̴̘̺͆É̸͈̲D̵̡͂͝I̸̛͖̖Ẹ̷̦͗̀N̷̘͌͑ͅC̴̝͎̒̀E̷̪͇͆̔. the strings move, && he moves with them: a puppet with his mother's face. there are days when he feels like a stranger in his own skin. sometimes he forgets his birthday.

then, killua is born: a blue-eyed boy, with long eyelashes // the spitting image of their father. illumi might have taken insult to being supplanted by an infant; but he is malleable to a fault. the change in status quo is necessary, due to his own inadequacies; he should be honoured that he is given the responsibility of moulding killua into the perfect heir. it's an opportunity to atone.

[sunthieving]

@valiantroyalty asked: hair + Punzie

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

he can see the nerves pouring out of her and he can understand it. he knew she was still nervous when speaking publicly to the kingdom but these kind of events were great practice for her. brown eyes follow her as she paces throughout her room and mumbles to herself.

a light chuckle escapes his lips as he makes his way over to her, hands grasping at her shoulders to bring her to a gentle stop. fingers move to push a piece of her hair behind her ears before they linger against her cheek and urge her to look at him. his fingertips lightly brushing against her cheek. ❝ what's going on in that brain of yours blondie? ❞

[cryopathiic-a]

[ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain

[ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need

angsty prompts || accepting some

There was the thud of the car door slamming shut; shortly before the pitter-patter of dress shoes on a wet pavement. It was pouring, more than it should be around this time of year. Hard enough to have white gold melt into silky threads shortly after he took off running after her. She had the umbrella to get by, on her short walk from the uber to the hotel stairs, after all. All he had... was an acute sense of smell that helped him stalk her all the way there.

❝ Wait, wait! ❞ A hand raised as he rushes after her and almost trips into a puddle. And he picks himself up, prancing, slowing down only after she's stopped and turned to ask him what he could possibly want — what more he could possibly want.

Because he was taking too long. And he coaxed her into waiting, time and time again; and she is not known for her patience. So, part of him still holds onto the thought that this might just be another one of her schemes; something to make them jealous and force them into popping the big question. Why else would they just... tell him something like that?

I am seeing someone else.

And after that, they stormed out with him following suit, looking like a kicked puppy.

❝ One moment, please, give me at least that. ❞ A finger held up, motioning for her to wait. And then he drops down on one knee; and gets his pant sleeve wet, in the middle of the driveway where everyone is watching. And there's this moment where they're just looking at each other, a question hanging from his penetrating gaze before he slowly lowers his head and reaches down...

— to tie the shoelaces of his boot. They'd come loose.

The next moment he's sprung back up and heading for her with bated breath.

❝ Oof, anyway, c'mon let's talk more about it — we can talk over dinner! I know this nice place... we'll just head there quietly and catch up a bit, maybe grab a bite, something to drink — ❞ To loosen her up so he can manipulate her subtly. ❝ Muzan-sama... come on, we've known each other forever. You can't just walk out on me like this. I'm sure if we just air out our feelings we'll sort this out — we always do! Come on... 'darling' ? ❞ There's that sweet, venus fly trap sort of smile again.

[necrostar]

🌙: A headcanon about one of my rarepairs

Headcanon Meme

for trustshipping

I like to think that because Isis is an utter nightmare to shop for, Seto's taken an inventory of everything he's seen her wear and the things she keeps in her house to deduce what she likes. And, well, ask her siblings. Even though most of her presents are usually something along the vicinity of 'gold' and 'something old because she works at a museum.'

Seto is equally horrendous to shop for, because he keeps most of his interests hidden aside from what he wants people to see. She did the exact same thing as Seto and took an inventory of what he wears and what he decorates his office and home with to better guess what he actually wants. And, you know, just ask Mokuba. And still, somehow, most of his gifts are something something blue-eyes.

They are oblivious to the fact that they used the exact same tactics to get nice gifts for each other and still end up falling into the same pitfalls as everyone else. But they're self aware that they're awful people to shop for and take it in their own version of stride.

[necrokingdom]

💘 which muse have you written the longest

Munday Meme // Multimuse Edition

I know he's not a muse over here, but it's Yami Bakura. Hilariously enough, I made the choice to join the tumblr rpc on Ryo Bakura's birthday and had to do a coin flip to decide whether I'd be Ryo Bakura or Yami Bakura.

I started rping TKB very shortly after that so yeah officially I have to say it's TKB. I collect Bakurae like Pokemon. I have no regrets. They deserve so much better than what canon gave them.

[furtheststxr]

What style of incense does he make? There are so many kinds. Sticks, cones, bricks, shavings, powdered?

Send Me Questions You Have About My Character | Accepting!

He makes cones and sticks! He's been looking into making other styles but he just hasn't gotten around to trying them out yet.

[regaleur]

//tag list

[myrc3lla]

tags.

[shinrci]

ah yes, the ever annoying process of tags, let's go

[signoridivenezia]

@firstsorrow dared to say: ❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ hm… for nicolas maybe?

A dark brow is arched. She's a pretty little slip of a thing. Almost delicate. "Are you sure it's me and not what I can do to you behind closed doors?" He leaned back in his chair after setting his wine down to watch her. Lush, dark hair that would be fun to pull her head back with so he could feast his lips on her neck, her pale breasts pressed against her gown that he itched to hold in his hands. It was enough to get anyone's blood flowing in the right direction. It was too bad she was just a handmaiden. All she was good for was a little fun while he and his brother solidified his betrothal to the handmaiden's mistress. What was her name? He barely even remembered his own manservant's name let alone one of his betrothed's servants.

Still, something stirred in him, wanting a taste of this dark-haired beauty. He wondered if she was a quiet one or if she was brazen to let her moans fly free. "Why don't you show me what you've been thinking about?"

[mindsafe]

❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . [ for nana from mimi :> also hiiii ]

@kimuromou || from [ X ]

she can't be that much older than mimiko; no more than thirty minutes, maybe an hour at most. an hour is more than enough to give her a complex. an hour is more than enough for nanako to take on the imagined responsibility of the firstborn ― to protect her sister ( or die trying ).

sometimes she dies in her sleep.

nightmares are never identical, but they are always consistent, like retellings of urban legends. she does not dream of yūrei && yōkai //of phantom travellers && bathroom-dwelling spirits; she does not dream of curses && omens. instead, she dreams of HUMANS ( non-sorcerers ). geto-sama calls them monkeys; nanako simply calls them monsters. they come for her && mimiko in droves, armed to the teeth, && prepared to cast their stones ― prepared to punish them for the crime of existing. sometimes she fights back, like a cornered animal ( prey ) might; other times she is a prisoner in her own body, helpless against the mob that descends upon them like vultures. nightmares are never identical, but they are always consistent.

the open wilderness closes in on her.

eyes snap open && she scours the imperfect sanctuary with frenzied desperation, tearfully watching a faceless crowd dissipate. nanako takes one hand && clamps it over her mouth, stifling the choked sobs && dry heaving; the other claws at sheets drenched in sweat. she feels dizzy && nauseous.

but she's safe.

she's safe in mimiko's warm embrace. soothing circles, carefully mapped into her skin, bring her back to the moment. back home. a part of nanako feels guilty for waking her; a part of her is relieved. her hold is an anchor during a violent storm...

❝ i'm sorry, mimi-chan. i didn't mean to wake you... ❞ her voice is still hoarse.

[tricebred]

tags.

[sunthieving]

rapunzael asked: " what’s your rush ? you’re missing all the flowers . " // meme

she was right, he was rushing and he couldn't help it. he had taken the time to set up a picnic and decorations farther in the woods for her and had wanted to spend some time with her before she was stolen away again for another princess duty of hers. he knew it was important and there was no fighting it but he wished they had more time together.

he had just started living his dream with her and wanted to soak in every second of it. ❝ i'm sorry sunshine, I got a little too excited. ❞ his fingers reach to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear with a soft smile. ❝ they're beautiful, but not as much as you. ❞

[cryopathiic-a]

" you look like shit. " //Sanemi insulting him for no specific reason- :'D

The smell had drawn lesser ones outside the temple halls, even; pure ichor coursing through pulsating veins. Towering amidst flowery ponds, prismatic hues reflected the purity of crystal clear water as it flowed all around them and orchestrated a scene that was as beautiful as it was intrinsically violent; nature, was violent. When two predators meet out in the wild, their first instinct is to challenge.

Upper Two was a deeply territorial creature. He'd felt the pillar coming from a mile away. Every scripture within that temple, he could recite verbatim; every footfall on its boards, he could feel on his own frigid skin. But it wasn't the mere arrival of one Hashira that moved him so deeply; to arise from his plush throne and move from the backrooms outwards, in the levels connected to the human realm to take them on.

It was that smell. His tongue ran over pale lips to taste it in the air, roll it around his palate; mouth-watering. A slender finger came up to harvest some drool pooling on his own chin and shove it right back in his mouth; in a candid fashion.

❝ Awh, you poor thing. Do you believe... ❞ He could barely contain the maniacal excitement in his cadence upon the other's meager taunt. For all that he was, Dōma was well aware of the effect his appearance had on others. Ever since his birth, he had been coronated as the cult's pride and joy because of it. And behind his coy smirk, there was a notion that the other saw that as well, hence why he so blatantly targeted that particular aspect. A Hashira would be loathe to admit that they weren't impervious to his venus fly trap exterior, after all. None of them were. They found him mesmerizing to look at, because they were just mortals and he was something divine. That's how it went. That's how it's always been.

Index finger lifted, his iridescent claw pointed to the other's face as malice laced his smile.

❝ ... that you are in any position to talk about appearances? It's a shame that you're so unrefined, among other things; but— hey, at least you're in luck. As I am merciful, I will give you a little heard start... ❞

❝ —since you are clearly suffering from some visual impairment.❞

— source // always accepting

[necrostar]

(headcanon: Bakura is very fidgety. If he doesn't have to keep a cool front, he can't hold his fingers still for two seconds. Ballpoint pens? Knotting strings? Ripping paper apart? Drumming habits? Everything is game.)

Headcanon Meme

I didn't think about this until you brought it up and now I can't stop thinking about it.

[necrokingdom]

what would completely break your character? ( Thief King? / Or Ryo )

Crucial Muse Development Questions | Accepting!

Thief King Bakura

Okay, so I'll save this rant for another day (god knows how much I've raved and screamed to the heavens about it on my old multimuse), but one of my headcanons for TKB is that he is very close to Diabound. His entire world revolves around it. The one thing that keeps him going is that one day, his Diabound will come back for him. That's not happening. It's dead. Having irrefutable evidence that it's gone, he will never see it again, no matter what afterlife he goes to, will destroy him. There was nothing that mattered more to him, and now that it's gone, he has nothing left. He is, in all sense of the word, alone. It's soul-shattering.

Ryo Bakura

So, Ryo's a tough nut to crack. Always has been. He has been through hell and back multiple times over. It's hard to break him. Not that it isn't possible. The thing I think that would break Ryo would be hearing from the spirit itself how worthless he was to it. That spirit was his only long-term companion for god knows how many years. His friends may have come and gone, his only family emotionally distant, but he had the spirit. Dare he say it, he considered him a friend, even if he was treated horrifically. If he could just pretend that the spirit felt the same way, then everything could be ok. It was the one thing holding him up. If that goes, then his entire world collapses.