#hudiemingyun

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-swoops in- I've done my 10 replies between all my blogs in 3 or 4 hours~~ I accept praise in the form of sweets and points. c:

Looks good!+ 1 point for you~

- Mod J

[rebellxsm]

"Don't be afraid. I'm here for you."

Hazel optics widened at the female’s words. Yuma bit his quivering lips, in attempt to stop himself from shivering like crazy. Somehow he couldn’t feel the searing pain from his burnt digits, probably from the adrenaline.

"….I-I’m… fine." The lump on his throat made his voice sounded choked. "I’m fine. J-just get me the first aid kit."

[lethargicroyal-blog]

[text] You’ve got waaaay too much time on your hands.

[text] you dont know how often i hear that.

[text] do you have a better way to spend time. if it involves moving, and knowing you it probably does, im not interested. 

[cosmo-recalledarchive]

Luck be a lady [@hudiemingyun]

"Uhm, excuse me Miss..?"

Aoba holds out a rather ominous-looking trinket. It was a small black cat tied up in bright red string, its gleaming amber eyes promising misfortune to all who dared to part it from its rightful owner, let alone anyone who dared touch it.

"I think you dropped this- -"

No sooner had the words left Aoba's mouth that a nearby store front's glass window shatters into a million pieces, the exact reason for which remains a mystery...although the bluenet could swear he saw the cat's eyes glow in barely disguised mischief.

[sinfulluck]

^O^

Send me a ^O^ to talk to one of my previous/other characters or a character I wish to play.

—"You wish to speak to me? All right, make it quick. If you don’t have anything to say that is worth listening to in three seconds, I’ll have the hounds chase you out.”

[wild-untamed-heart]

^O^

Talk to a character I wish to play: Miguel

"Hello there Lovely Lady~"

[riseoftheblacksun]

"How'd you get this?"

"That? Oh, I don't really remember it, but I was used as collateral once on a deal that ended up going south. It was supposed to be a simple exchange but we had a rat. Turns out some assholes are assholes, even to a 5 year old" He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he pushed her hand away from where it lay on the scar.

[trashbagbunny-blog]

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✩ - Something I wish I could have as a pet

I already answered this but I can answer again, lots of pets~ I wouldn't mind having a Chinchilla! I've always wanted to name one Paintbrush~

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Kanderu c:

[magicaeaqua]

"Fluff please"

13. Getting ice-cream.

Yamuraiha couldn't remember the last time she’d gone for ice cream. Sure she had spent her fair share of nights sitting alone on her couch with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half Baked, and some movie or another… But actually going to a parlour to get ice cream, she could only assume it was some time in her childhood when her father had allowed them a break from their work to get some as a reward of some kind.

When Lenalee had asked her to go, she’d been all too zealous to agree; and as they sat at one of the small tables outside the parlour she couldn't keep the grin from her lips, not that she was really trying all that hard. The warmth of the sun beating down on them was hastening as their ice cream dripped down over their fingers, pools of sweet liquid running rivers through the cone, rivers that one could only barely keep up with licking away, earning giggles from the biologist as she knew she had to look foolish.

Glancing blue eyes up from the mess of her own cone, she couldn't stifle the laugh that fell from her lips when she noticed the drip of ice cream running down the chin of the other. Scooting closer along the bench of the table, she scooped up a napkin in her hand. Reaching to wipe at the mess she gave the other a small smirk, her eyes dancing.

“Saving this for later?” 

[suketchii]

"You’re adorable."

"Thank you! You're really pretty!"

[lethargicroyal-blog]

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Send me a ^O^ to talk to one of my previous/other characters or a character I wish to play.

Kise Yayoi ; Smile! Precure

Yayoi hadn’t been counting on being caught sketching away but she guessed she must have fallen asleep with her sketchpad open, because the next thing she knows is that her subject is peering over her shoulder and at her likeness on the paper. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she scrambled to explain herself.

"A-ah, well, I just thought you looked- really cool on the track like that, like a superheroine, so, I guess I got c-carried away. I’m really sorry, please don’t get angry…"

[cosmo-recalledarchive]

^O^

one of my previous/other characters or a character I wish to play

”.. It’s more like my passion, you know?”

Sitting beneath the stars, talking about his profession with a (beautiful) stranger - Koujaku would admit that this was a weird situation but that did not make it any less pleasant or calming. 

"There’s just something about hair, the way it accentuates a person’s natural features and how it makes them feel beautiful with just a couple of simple changes. I feel honored when people trust me enough to alter something so personal so I guess that’s one reason why I enjoy doing it. Why I’ll keep doing it." 

[sinfulluck]

"Come here, Handsome"

Send me "Come here, Handsome/Beautiful" and my character will react to yours coming on to them when your character is totally wasted.

{♣} — “Did someone mess with your drink?”

"Just as I thought. Perhaps it was wrong to bring you here. This place just reeks of disappointment. Come on, I’ll just take you home." He just hopes she'll go back to her usual self on the way.

[wild-untamed-heart]

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My muse gravely injures yours and must help them or find them help

The two girls had taken a trip outside of Brieve for the day, simply wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city if but for a little while. The location they had chosen to escape to was Lover’s Cliff having heard from numerous sources that it had some nice hiking trails and an excellent view of the ocean. They had come prepared with water bottles and food, sunblock, hiking boots, caps and most importantly a first aid kit.

The walk had started out well, the beach slowly sloping upwards in a gentle incline and the surrounding scenery just begging them to stop and stare awhile. All too soon the climb had soon gotten steeper however and more rocky, causing them to tread with caution least they fall. It was when they were halfway up the cliff that the unthinkable happened. Kajika, who had taken the lead, had grasped a rock which seemed secure at first only to come lose in her grasp. This resulted in a mad scramble to prevent herself from fallen backwards off the cliffside but her first attempts were met with little success as debris cascaded downwards. 

A warning was called to her companion but Kajika was uncertain of where exactly Lenalee was until she heard a pained cry which nearly caused her heart to stop. It was just in time that she finally sought purchase on the cliff and hurriedly shimmied down to where her friend was groaning in agony.

"Hang on Lenalee!"

Thankful for the foresight in bringing along the first aid kit, she hurriedly tore it open and tended to her friends wounds to the best of her ability. It would probably be best to get her back to see a doctor as soon as possible nonetheless as Kajika needed to have the assurance that Lenalee would be fine especially since she felt guilty for causing the accident in the first place.

"I’m so so sorry!"

Please be okay…

[riseoftheblacksun]

“Good Morning”

The sound of a cell phone repeatedly going off in his ear was what stirred Judal from where he lay. Furrowing his brow, the teen let his hand snake out from where he’d been burrowed underneath the covers of a bed that didn’t quite feel right.

Blinking sleep from his eyes, the boy was never a morning person; calling his mood cantankerous was being generous. Pale fingers fumbled for the device, and finding it he pulled the phone down into his makeshift shelter, refusing to let the light pool in, already having trouble looking at the bright screen of the phone, squinting uselessly as he waited for his eyes to adjust.

‘I have told you enough times, if you aren’t coming home, tell me so I can lock the door.’

Scowling at the message from his guardian, the boy tossed the phone, turning his head to settle back down to sleep before the meaning of that message fell over him properly.

…. He wasn’t at home.

Slowly the teen began to let his surroundings register. Sitting up slowly, long hair fell down over his bare shoulders and chest, unbraided for once. Blearily his eyes caught sight of the girl laying beside him, who he could only assume was the owner of the bed, an a smirk fell across his lips as he recognized that face, though this time not so furrowed in anger.

“Good morning~” He chuckled, feeling satisfied with himself despite the origins for winding up there being completely blank.