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[kotofvi]

When younger, Kurama was almost perceived as naïve in a way. It wasn’t that he was entirely unaware, but his lack of knowledge about humans and their intricacies often showcased him as such. However, he knew more about humans than they often were led to believe, it was merely what he didn’t know that he often showed. Kurama was aware of their vices, their moralities, their capabilities to commit heinous acts, he was aware that humanity in and of itself; was dangerous to itself. The reason why he was almost perceived as naïve was because he often asked or was curious about their intricacies outside of those things. Curious about their better nature, about why his ‘father’ loved them, about what made them so different than the rest he would not acknowledge as even living. 

This often gave humans a sense of innocence when interacting with him. His fascination with their mundane lifestyles, with their simple habits, was found almost cute. His formerly gentle personality to boot did not help this matter and he generally did not mind it until someone forgot just who he was and decided to act as though they could manipulate or otherwise treat him poorly. They were swiftly met with his teeth and a quick reminder that he was no fool left upon them permanently. Because Kurama was such a duel edged personality, it was ingrained in many generations to be wise when interacting with him, to not mistake his curiosity for being ignorant and to not mistake his kindness for naivete. 

[iliyovunjika]

Alright, because I’ve gotten several messages of varying types on the same subject: I’ll elaborate here in this PSA. Forewarning, its a bit long. 

Y’all, I get it. I’ve basically disappeared off the map multiple times and haven’t done any writing during that time publicly. However, let me elaborate on why that is and why these little “You’re a disappointment to writing” anons (Y’all don’t even deserve the title nonny you pricks) aren’t going to help me any. Now, not all of them have been that way and I’m appreciative for the concern. So thanks for that, lovelies. 

Why that shit isn’t okay: 

Uh, ‘cause its fucking not? I shouldn’t have to explain why guilt tripping and otherwise debasing statements aren’t okay to say to someone in any light. Don’t be a dick. It’s that simple. A literal child has a sense of right and wrong and would at least apologize if they do something wrong and are taught not to but your happy ass is gallivanting about like that shit ain’t even an iota of wrong in the most basic of ways.

Reasons its taking me forever to get the new bagel up: 

I’m reorganizing and rewriting four separate collections of 6+ years worth of information. These characters have been active for over six years and have developed as much in that time. Reorganizing and revamping that huge amount of information is basically like writing an actual biography, I’ve removed more information than I’ve written so I don’t end up putting up a book’s worth of information on their bios alone. So of course they’re going to take the longest.

I’m going into more detail on certain aspects that require a lot of research and development, and I don’t mean story writing, I mean research on real life things that are extremely complex and are in my field of enjoyment. Aka, biomedical engineering in bionics and prosthesis. This takes time and patience because some things don’t work while other things do and because of that, you need to redo the whole thing at times in order to make it work. It can be frustrating.

There’s 33+ muses to reorganize. No one said making a multi-muse was easy. I constantly say that they’re easier to manage but I’m always very clear on the fact that they take a while to start up because of how much you need to do at first to get them up. Depending on how you do it, it can be relatively easy. It only took me a few weeks to simply move muses before but this isn’t that. I’m not simply plugging information, I’m redoing almost all of it. Not to mention there’s the fact that I have to organize everything so it isn’t overwhelming for the average person. I don’t want someone looking at my bagel and going “Oh fuck, that’s a lot.” Y’know? 

Iconing takes up a quarter of the time spent. I’m already done with this portion but there’s also the fact that some of my muses have designs that no character I’m aware of have, and believe me I searched relentlessly-- so I need to still edit these icons. Of course I’m aware that you don’t need icons to write, but I like to have them because for me, they provide another level of impact thanks to visualization. Plus, it’s cathartic as fuck to edit icons for me and after the stress of redoing everything else, I’ll need that. 

Coding and finding the perfect setup for a multi-muse can be just as hard as reorganizing information that’s years old. Why? Because it isn’t just providing a verse, bio, navigation and rules page. Like I said, depending on how you do it, it can be simple or difficult. Let me put it like this: I’ll have 33+ individual pages to make and I’ve already made the skeleton base code for all of them. The Navigation and Mini Muse navigation are included in the theme’s coding. Rules have been reworked. Making sure the font style and size are legible for all users is important to me too so I spent a week on that alone. Making sure the colours aren’t hard on the eyes and everything else. It takes time. 

Depression is a fucking bitch. 3 months of the 4 that I’ve been working on this have been spent in a depressive haze where I couldn’t focus or get anything done. So yeah, all the work above that I’ve already done? I’ve done in less than a month’s time. Its not that I don’t want to have my general coping mechanisms back and y’know, actually be delighted again and writing-- its that I physically could not even open my laptop for three months and spent them feeling extremely guilty for not being able to-- there in making shit worse. 

This. Can. Be. Overwhelming. All this work, information, coding, organizing can be extremely overwhelming at times. I got 40+ drafts on my brain on top of all this too so yeah; forgive me for being a bit overwhelmed every now and then by the pure gravity of this. I’m allowed to take a break, godsdamned. 

"Why don’t you just write bios after you get the bagel up and going?” I’ve thought of it, but I also thought that it takes me longer to do that than it would to just write it all at once. I’ll be too excited and happy about writing again to actually focus on writing bios and coding. It’d be a mess. I appreciate the polite inquiry though, thank you. 

“Why do all this instead of just coming back to your bagels?” Because I was gone so long and so depressed that I need a fresh start. Everything is stagnant and I feel like this is more so a job than for fun and that is not okay to me. I love writing, I want to get back to where I love it. Not where I feel like I have to do it. Starting fresh? Reorganizing all this information? It’s so much better for me in the end. 

I’m working on it. Let me go at my own pace. Every time one of those shitty anons pops in, I get annoyed and don’t want to even entertain working on it all just to spite them. 

To those who are concerned that I’m a) not okay or b) not coming back: 

A: I’m fine now, no worries there. I just tend to go radio silent when I work on things extensively. You guys can still message me, y’know. I do check. 

B: I am, I promise. I wouldn’t be doing anything if I didn’t intend to. 

[kotofvi]

Kurama taking a nap near anyone constitutes an extreme sense of trust because otherwise, he would not allow himself to actually sleep around that person. One could easily catch him napping beneath a tree somewhere but before they even get near him he’s already awake. To sleep within the vicinity of someone, it means the fox undoubtedly trusts that person and feels comfortable enough to let his guard down if only a little. In the past, Kurama sleeping meant replenishing the lands. His slumber was often long enough for a generation of humans to forget about him if they left no legends of him. During these times, he would become overgrown with flora and life, essentially being covered with the mountain’s ecosystem as he replenished it and caused it to overgrow with his chakra steadily seeping into it and causing it to flourish even more. 

Now a days, he does not sleep as he used to. There are moments where he’s plagued with the memories of howling for release, of his rage growing and the pain of chains strangling him back being so vibrant in his mind that he can’t rest. The prison designed within Naruto had been a comfortable thing compared to the rest he had been in, he simply chalks it up to the fact that Naruto was an infant and a prison too harsh that made him thrash all the more would be too much for him. Still, he finds some grain of thankfulness for even that because it gave him an ounce of relief in a sea of perpetual anguish and ire. Whenever he does manage to rest, it’s never long enough to bring about the same changes to the land as he never sleeps in his full form anymore. 

If you somehow manage to have him strewn over your lap for a nap, it’s genuinely a miracle of sorts as the fox would never do so if you weren’t someone he undoubtedly would hang his life on the line for. 

[kotofvi]

@parantapa { Damien } // Cora 

          It’s unsettling, how quiet such a loud and brash person can be at times. Her sharp jowls turned into a scowl, gold pupils in thin slits and her wings spread wide and back. It only took two words to put her in this state. Talia’s here. As brief as the wretch’s visits often were, Cora never once ignored them since becoming a part of this family. Every time she heard that woman’s name, she’d track the one she called her ‘little brother’ down and guard him ferociously. This time was no different. A thick bloodlust in the air when she rounded the corner and those large wings spread to shroud Damian from the incoming creature she deemed nothing more than a troublesome pest. How he had suffered would never be okay with her. Perhaps it was the similarities, maybe it was just because he was family and she cared for him, hell; it could have just been because they would both punch someone in the face before letting them get the upper hand-- but they both had their moments of pause. 

Damian seemed to have his regarding his ‘mother.’ Her hand outstretches behind her beneath the shortest of her feathers, fingertips winding around the other to pull him closer to her back. It didn’t matter if he could rip anyone to shreds if he wanted, nor did it matter how strong he was at all-- she would stand between the two in every instance if she could. The more she neared, the more Cora bared her teeth and shrouded the other in her wings. “Keep fuckin’ movin’,” she spoke with acid in her every word, less a threat and more of a guarantee as she eyed the mischievous creature with scrutiny. 

It isn’t until she finally passes that the owl seems to relax an iota, her wings lowering slightly but not completely as she knows better than to lower her guard too quickly. Marred digits eventually relinquish their hold on Damian and she growls beneath her breath, a flurry of insults that barely leave her tongue in her pare’s native tongue as she turns about and hooks her arm around his shoulders. What irked Cora most was that there’s no way Talia didn’t know where Damian was even in the manor, even in the cave-- she was too skilled not to know. So there was no doubt in her mind that she would purposefully taunt him by continuing on the same path that would pass him. 

Why her grandfather would even allow the wretch here was beyond her, but she figured it had little to do with what he allowed and more so with the fact that she could either way. There’s a huff on her lips, she still hasn’t gotten rid of the rather frightening expression she’d put on yet,”... You okay, punk?” Even though she knows he’ll retort with something along the lines of I’m fine, she asks nonetheless because by the gods-- someone should. Someone should’ve asked him long ago if he was okay.

[kotofvi]

Reminder: 

Take your medicine! Get some rest!  Stay hydrated!  Don’t forget to stretch!  Eat something! Even if you don’t feel like it, ya gotta eat a little to keep your divine self goin’!  I am so very very proud of you!  You’re doing great, sug!  You’re very loved and I hope that you know that!  YOU ARE A DIVINE CREATURE OF THE COSMOS COMPILED OF STARDUST AND BRILLIANCE!! It’s okay if you only want to rest and relax for a while! It’s okay if you can’t do everything all at once! It’s okay to feel sad and it’s okay to be upset, your feelings matter! You got up today, you opened those beautiful peepers and that’s enough if that’s all you can do right now! Just be sure to take care of yourself!! 

[kotofvi]

So I doodled the SR Granny aka Bonnie with her Geta chancla. 

She ready to lay the smackdown on someone Coughs Grimmjow @katergaris

[kotofvi]

Helena aka Nelliel when she was alive. More on pole arms and why they’re important at 11. Also red velvet pants.

[kotofvi]

Template.

Moodboard.

[iliyovunjika]

@shinkv { Plotted } | Insert the “Wingmen” theme song here ;; 

            Well this... This had not been how he’d figured his night would go. It started off with a woman named Komiko and Lance deciding that Keith and himself absolutely had to take a break. (They weren’t entirely wrong, he’d say so about Keith anyways.) That break entailed going to see Koko’s circus performance. The Starlight tent, a cornucopia of mystic and wonder. Honestly, he was a bit thrilled about it. Sitting next to Keith and simply enjoying down time? Sign him up any time. A lot had happened, had been happening. There was no denying that they needed a break from the death defying acts on their part. Of course he’d leaned over and asked Is this really safe for them? a few times here and there. 

It didn’t seem to put a damper on anything even when he was told no, not really. (Granted, he was even more keenly aware of the performers at that point.) It was because of that though that he ended up taking note of one Miss Komiko heading towards them with her hand outstretched and a wide toothy smile on her calico features. “Well c’mon kids! Time to participate!” Oh no. Oh no. No one told him about this and by the look of things, no one had told Keith either. Fast forward through some aerial silk magic to the current situation and he’s found himself quite literally wrapped up with Keith. The first words out of Koko’s mouth were “You can’t cut the silks, Keith. They’re expensive and hard to replace.” Which meant tools needed to come out while the crowd was being distracted with something else after having their laugh fest at the pair of them. 

A chair was pulled up, he’s not sure how he ended up being the one in the smaller’s lap but here he was, carefully straddling Keith’s lap and being hyperaware of every muscle he moved. Gods alive, his face was in flames and there was absolutely nothing he could do to hide it with his hands practically bound. How long has it been since he’s been in this close of a proximity of Keith without there being some god forsaken injury involved? (You were trying so hard to maintain distance, not just from him but from everyone.) But especially him, because of the things he’d never utter if he could help it. 

Still, he couldn’t just sit there in silence and toil in his own dismays. Agate hues shifted and he tried to put up an awkward smile. “Guess we can make the excuse “We’re all tied up” if the Princess calls, huh?” Of course it was bad jokes, it was always bad jokes with awkward situations. “That was terrible even in my standards.” 

[iliyovunjika]

If we’re mutuals and we haven’t written together or haven’t written together in a while: TELL ME W H Y. I LOVE YOU?? I LOVE YOUR MUSE?? I LOVE WRITING WITH YOU?? WHY ARE WE NOT DOING THE THING!? 

[iliyovunjika]

（✿ ͡◕ ᴗ◕)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) .· ´Your portrayal is valid☆´¨) .· ´and you are v loved!!☆´¨) ¸.·*¨) (¸.·´ (¸.·’* (¸.·’* (¸.·’* (¸.·’* (¸.·’* *¨

[iliyovunjika]

Reminder: Take your medicine! Eat something! Stay hydrated! Move around a bit, stretch! I’M PROUD OF YOU!!

[iliyovunjika]

H a h. This should only be surprising to new starlings. You guys all know I’m a giant sap and no matter how busy I might get I always make mushy stuffs for holidays like this. (Just wait till New Years) Be it a week in advance like now or just the day before, I’ll find a few hours to tell you lot how much I love and appreciate ya! Now let’s get on with the sappiness! 

Firstly, I just want to say how appreciative I am towards @batteredmettle for raking me into this scene to begin with. If not for Tweeft I wouldn’t have even begun to write Shiro to begin with, so y’all can thank this babe for all your hearts being tormented by me. It’s been over two years now, we’ve seen some shit go down in the fandom and I’ve always striven to keep this a safe place for all of you. I’m more than willing to curb stomp a couple folks but generally I try to keep it all nice and warm here ‘cause y’all deserve nothing less than that. 

You’re all such wonderful and precious commodities that I can’t even begin to describe in a way that would properly depict just how phenomenal each of you are. I’ve seen absolutely amazing work from all of you and I honestly enjoy just seeing you on my dash let alone getting to actually participate in creating alongside of you. Some of you are magnanimous artists, others are creative intellects that write so beautifully, some are both and all of you make me so proud. I know it can be difficult during the holidays for some of you but I want you all to know that you are more than loved here. You make me proud just by existing, by getting up in the morning and by opening your stunning eyes to the world. 

Sometimes its hard to get by during the holidays and I want you all to know that you are absolute divinities and I know you can make it through it. I know you’re strong, I know you’re brilliant and I know you can do anything you set your mind to. Not just because you are divine all on your own but because I have seen you depict such brilliance and strength in everything you’ve done here. Writing is often compared to a showcase of knowledge, things you have learned and put to work in your own daily life and in that I want you to know that you can draw on that. You can pool every strength, every talent, every word into your own actions and make it through whatever might ail you this year. May you always shine like the true quasars you are. 

Just know that it’s okay to be sorrowful, to feel adjacent to certain things, to feel in general. There’s nothing wrong with not being happy and there’s nothing wrong with not knowing or knowing why. No matter the cause, no matter what may transpire, I want you to know that it is in no way selfish for you to feel as any other human being does. So chin up, little starling. You shall shine in spite of it all and you will flourish as so many nebulae do when they’ve burned too much as well. 

Some of you are newer here, some I haven’t had the chance to speak with yet but know that this applies to you too. Know that you are loved and I’m proud of you. No matter what you might believe in a sense of how you regard yourself, know that there is nothing that is more important than you knowing that you are someone to be proud of. 

It’s been a while since I’ve been on Tumblr in general and some of you have been with me nearly the whole time. Some of you were there when I was back on my old multimuse. Hell, some of you were there six almost seven years ago when I first started. The point is, I’ve been around the block a lot and I can tell you with certainty that I have seen a lot of stuffs and never has my dash been so complete and full of phenomenons like yourselves. 

So thank you. For existing, for being here, for taking an interest in my portrayal and for giving me your time and emotions. ❤❤❤❤

Happy Holidays, Starlings!! 

[iliyovunjika]

@shinkv | Cont. 

             An unfeeling year but not one that he suffered through without emotion. He’d been keeping them at a distance, unsure of himself, of what he’d become-- Unsure of how to face Keith. This was the mission though and they were together on it so he was just as mindful as he’d always been. His eyes were on everything and his focus was on Keith just as much as it was the sentry at his glowing fingertips. There’s a moment of horror that flashes across his features when he sees it though. That same place being impaled once again with him right there. Why could he never stop it? Why couldn’t he keep it from happening? His ire grows but flashes of that fear grow in his mind. If he shows it now.. How much more frightening would it be? 

With his sharp jowls and glowing eyes, how much more terrifying would his anger be if he revealed it now? He sees the way he moves and keeps his attention split between another sentry that would fall quickly and the way Keith was moving. So long as he was moving, so long as he was alright enough to move for those few moments-- he could keep it all in check. Still his worry festers in his lungs as the last one falls and he bridges the gap as quickly as possible. He’d been avoiding the other, had been unable to face him but now there was no choice. His care would always override the rest. The way he crumples beneath the reality of that pain, the soldier bites back his wants to unleash every ounce of destruction in his bones and focuses instead on getting to the other side of the smaller man. 

His hand closes around that warmer one and he carefully wraps it around his shoulders as he closes the height gap and looks to his side. “Move your hand,” his words are quiet and its clear he’s not going to waste any time badgering him about the importance of guarding properly. Instead he’s slipping his prosthetic underneath those fingers and turning his attention in front of him. He needs to get him out of here and for now the size of his hand and the cold metal of it should help more. “Leave it to me.” No matter what, he’d get him out of here. It didn’t matter what popped up, he’d take care of it. Already he was calculating the various ways of escape, the mission was near its conclusion as it was. Pidge had already gotten the information needed and the others were already on their way out. 

His pace is slowed to keep it easier on the other and its when he feels that chill in his spine that his eyes widen a fraction and he looks over his shoulder. Immediately he turns and sweeps the other to the side, arms soon leaving the smaller frame to leave him at the wall as he sees that fire coming. They’d been worried about the stalls in his functionality but it doesn’t seem to impede him in the heat of battle, he’s far too focused to allow it. Still it slows his movements a bit, he isn’t as fast as he used to be and even still it takes only seconds for his prosthetic to meet the helm of the sentry firing upon them. Then it shows, that cold ire. Unlike his previous rage that had shown itself in monstrous fury, this one is cold and calculated. It reigns down not in fire but with sharp jowls bared and sharp eyes alight with that rage. 

He’s quick to move again, even faster upon return as he doesn’t think about the ways he wants to tear them apart but rather the swiftest way of getting Keith out of here. His thoughts don’t swarm as they once might’ve, rather he’s decisive when he picks the smaller frame up this time instead of shouldering him. Careful not to jostle him, even more careful to make sure that wound finds itself pressed against himself in place of a hand. Perhaps he’s more quiet for his changes, maybe its just because he still doesn’t know how to find the words that would make it all better. He can barely look at that scar upon Keith’s face so he doesn’t look at all when he breaks for the escape route they’d agreed upon. Getting themselves back to the lions was the easy part. “Don’t move more than necessary,” he perches himself at the maw of Keith’s lion and finally-- finally brings himself to look at him. “Just get back safely. Nothing unnecessary, straight to the bay and then you’re straight to the pods.” 

His heart pulls and tears so his gaze moves away when he makes the trek to the seat and places him down carefully. It isn’t right, is it? He knows it isn’t right but still he cannot bring himself to resolve it yet. To face the reality that has brought him to this point, to face the pain and agony he’s put Keith through. “I’ll follow tight but give you room to maneuver.” I’ll stay on your ass till I know you’re safe. 

[iliyovunjika]

his mouth had mapped out every scar, every dip, every imperfection he can find. he's still alive, he's still here and itachi doesn't want to waste another moment. blowing the hair out of his line of vision, lips press to inner thighs, doing nothing but taking in the scent, before lips close around his true prize. a true wonder it was to give another pleasure, to have them fall apart in his hands. and shiro deserved so much more. beneath the veil of his lashes, dark eyes twinkling in delight.

@karasx | Exp ;; 

             There weren’t many who could get close to him in any light, much less like this. Limbs tangled, sweet reminders and hefty reassurances that there’s still life in those bones. Still there, still alive, still his. Neither of them had particularly kind jobs, neither of them were always safe and it was hell on his heart, he knows– he knows because it was hell on himself as well to wonder constantly if he would come back to nothing or be left behind. His thoughts don’t drift for long though, fire scorched along his flesh in the form of lips across his scars and he wonders why the other was so fascinated in something he found so flawed about himself. (Though gods forbid anyone else think so of themselves.) His heart thrummed heavily in its ivory cage and fingertips brush along the skin beneath them. There’s nothing more he can do in this position, Itachi often made sure of that and he admittedly did the same at times. 

Not letting him get his hands completely on him, not letting him fully see him– simple ways to keep him from acting. Gods, he wanted to though. He wanted to coil his fingers into those raven strands and slide them across every inch of him to properly appreciate his heart. To lavish him in every touch and kiss, every lingering whisper of how beautiful he thought he was. His spine arches slightly at those lips on his inner thighs and what thoughts he did have at the moment were suddenly scrambled. Damn it, was the only conceivable thought he could reach at this point with that mouth on him. Its a conscious effort to abide and keep his hands relatively to himself, those prosthetic digits covering his own mouth and the other’s only reaching down to sweep through the other’s hair and keep it out of his face for him. 

Still conscious to comfort, he supposes. (Ulterior motives of wanting to grip tighter aside.) If he could physically melt, he probably would have at this point and it was far too easy for the Uchiha to turn him into a puddle with so few actions just by being him. How long would his patience and endurance of not acting last with these ministrations though? 

[iliyovunjika]

i dunno why we're complimenting you (other than because u deserve it obv) but you have been one of the single most lovely & close friends i've gained in the past however many years i've known you and you're nothing short of wonderful :0c you bring me joy and love and friendship and honestly some of my best writing has happened because of you and it's given me a lot of confidence to know that someone with your skill has the patience and kindness to write with me :* thank you i love you!!

@heavensrot | OOC ;; 

CATCH ME CRYIN’ IN THE CLUB MATE ‘CAUSE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY COLD DEAD HEART TO TAKE 

Dude we’ve known each other so long I think its impeccable that you can still put up with my shenanigans as it is. Bronanigans, Nemanigans, Goonanigans– ALL THE NANIGANS. Excuse me scoob you need to take One(1) part of that back immediately ‘cause there ain’t a way in hell nor high water that I wouldn’t write with you because you are absolutely magnificent and wonderful to write with. SQUARE UP I WILL FIGHT YOU ON THAT IMMEDIATELY. 

I LOVE YOU TOO YA CUTE NERD