#rhoeade

[ketsumyo]

血妙 | scarlet eyes followed the sound of coquelic’s mirth, reignited. “ epiphany...? ” she echoed, her voice calm, almost bemused. she shook her head. “ no. for you to be swayed by a single criticism would undermine everything you are. it would render you... tragically ordinary. and you are not ordinary, coquelic. ”

there was no malice in her tone—only precision, honest and unadorned.

“ how you choose to operate is yours alone. but false virtues... those are harder to ignore. and harder still to excuse. ”

her disappointment was not in coquelic herself—how could it be? the assassin owed her nothing. not clarity, not consistency, not the heart tsubaki had imagined. no, the disappointment was her own, tethered to the revelation that she had been so utterly, irrevocably wrong.

their first encounter. coquelic had spoken of flowers then—their resilience, their strength, their beautiful fight in the struggle that was existence. tsubaki had adored her philosophy and even the sharp repartee of their ‘debate', no matter how much coquelic appeared not to. at the time, she had dismissed the assassin’s defiance as a symptom of obstinance, being difficult for the sake of being difficult ( which, in reality, was still likely true ). but when she learned coquelic referred to her subordinates with the same endearing metaphor—of flowers; a garden—her perspective shifted. 

she had wondered, then, if coquelic’s grievances extended beyond the aesthetic; beyond the symbolism of cellulose and chloroplast. she wondered if her wrath and cunning were not simply selfish indulgences but instead the tools of a gardener, wielded to protect the honour of her blooms. the idea had struck her deeply—that this assassin, wrapped in smug detachment and cold brutality, led not out of obligation but out of reverence.

tsubaki had allowed herself to believe in the possibility of this paradox ( it would be hypocritical not to for, in ways, she echoed the same ).  a woman whose fury was righteous, whose cruelty was the price of devotion. not love in its romantic sense, but something raw and instinctual. a primal, protective force, adoring and feral, born of necessity rather than vanity. coquelic’s rage, she thought, might have been a shield—a bulwark against an unkind world for the garden she tended. it was a rare alignment, this marriage of ferocity and purpose, ego subsumed by something greater.

but no. the truth settled on her tongue like ash, bitter and cloying. coquelic was no paradox. she was a child playing at authority, her metaphors empty and her leadership negligent. tsubaki was prepared to dismiss her as such, until—

the gardener, when too weak to lift her tools, consigns her garden to the weeds of ruin. 

had her coldness been calculated? her brutality a mask for necessity? was her disinterest in leadership a ploy to teach her blooms independence—a strategy to ensure they might thrive when she, the gardener, was gone? it could have been clever. it could have even been pragmatic.

but cleverness alone didn’t make a leader. a leader who cloaks intention in disinterest—who nurtures strength without accountability—was still a failure, for strength without guidance became its own undoing.

“ don’t worry yourself too much , ” she said at last, that usual ease coming back to her now. “ my disappointment is entirely selfish. ”

her lips curved into a faint smile—not bitter, not resigned, but quietly resolute.

“ anyway, ” she said, brushing the moment aside, practised, as she pushed herself off the desk. the movement was fluid, deliberate, her composure intact. “ same time tomorrow, then? which tea did you say you liked...? ”

tsubaki was the same as always: move forward without letting emotional revelations weigh you down. 

❝ wooow ! was that supposed to stun me into some sort of clarity ? you think comparing me to my predecessor is supposed to bring me an epiphany so i change my ways ? no such luck ! i applaud you for finally biting back properly, though. ❞

tsubaki knows nothing of how the garden was before coquelic's leadership, has no context for the road to which she refers. the world could be on the edge of collapse, quaking beneath coquelic's feet, and she would still be secure in one thing: she is nothing like her teacher.

❝ glad we're on the same page now ♥ ❞

[s-099]

“            i  knew  it  was  you  .        i  recognised  your  footsteps  .            ”  @coqueclaus

[gyokutoll]

😂 inquiring minds want to know but also 📷 ... show me the bnnuy

munday headcanon memes ; no longer accepting !

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse? 

This is a recent one that still makes me laugh physically if I think about it too hard. This was a recent thread with @/sosordid and their OC Daejeon. Important context is that Daejeon is a homicide detective for his day job but does BDSM dom stuff on the side at a discreet location.

Hotaru got murdered and stuffed into a plastic bag and Daejeon, good homicide detective that he is on his way to his BDSM gig is like wtf. Breaks Hotaru out of the garbage bag and is panicked to see Hotaru is still alive and is like you need help. Now. and Hotaru is, of course, trying to say that he's fine.

Daejeon, rightfully freaked out, takes Hotaru to the BDSM club and his private room where he receives clients, dips to get Hotaru a towel and some water. And this room has like. BDSM shit in it. And Hotaru is looking around like oh lord. Okay. This is my life tonight I guess.

And Daejeon comes back with a towel and water and tells Hotaru to take a seat in the chair to rest but the chair. The thing about this chair. Is that. It doesn't have much of a bottom to it and only has two side supports for thighs because it's a RIMMING CHAIR.

And every time I think about it I laugh too hard because I just remember Hotaru staring at that shit like Jesus Christ. Okay Um. I guess. Then sat on it side saddle.

📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse?

I was going to upload a comm I got but the file was too big and I wasn't about to resize all of that rn. Anyways. This is still my favorite alongside it so it works!

A close friend drew this for me and I'm just. Obsessed with it. His sleepy troubled expression.... his fluffy hair.... he's grumpy... he wants to go back to bed... I love him

[shackld]

❝ chief, if you'd be so kind as to procure a christmas tree, i'd be happy to move you to the nice list ~ but make sure it's a real one. and also make sure the ornaments are cohesive and not tacky. and it has to be big enough to take up adequate space in the room. chop chop ! ❞

Honestly, it was an unexpected but welcome change of pace to see Coquelic take charge during the Christmas season ... even if this development caused the power to go to her head. Though at least it wasn't like last year with Chief being forced to wear an itchy Santa hat and Hella on her knee, listing off exactly what presents she was expecting and flicking her hard on the head to drive the point home.

This year all she had to worry about was whether or not she'd be on Coquelic's bad side and not crushing the dreams of several young Sinners because they believed Santa-Chief was real.

" .... I'll get my coat." Where was Donald? He could help - that is, lug the tree in - after all they were kind of in the same boat.

[t-errifier]

✨✨!! i personally am a big scaredycat and have always had to experience the horror genre vicariously, and your writing on art in particular has been a fun little dose of that 🙏 you're very good at writing out the little quirks and body languages that make the character a little unsettling. and just in general on any blog i've always admired your ability to properly set a scene and create an environment that the characters are existing in. your writing has never seemed like 'floating heads talking in a void' to me which imo is a really important skill to have as a writer. throws more sparkles at you

send ✨ if you like my writing and feel free to tell me why !! the rpc is in serious need of some positivity.

CRYING THROUGH THIS WHOLE MESSAGE, because this is all so sweet !! i am ahwajkwha, thank you. i love writing characters that have really specific mannerisms, so ART'S more mime - like qualities are really up my alley to write. i love that i get to give you your little dose of horror, it's truly such a wonderful genre to explore !! though, i don't know if i can recommend terrifier as a first horror movie, hehe. i am so happy that my writing comes off as somewhat descriptive in terms of setting up a situation; i never looked at it as a situation like that before, but now that you pointed it out i will definitely notice more ahkldjsak. thank you so much again, i absolutely adore being mutuals with you. seeing your content on my dash is always a treat !

[ferinr]

@rhoeade liked for a starter!~

"Hn...." The beastly woman grunts as she removes her beastly arm from the front of the woman, their arm littered with bullet wounds.

"Are you..... Alright?" She asks in a gruff tone as her arm morphs back into a regular arm, the bullets falling to the ground as she does.

[auco]

" i think i’ll end up awake all night, so i hope, at least, you’re having good dreams. "

｛ ✧ : SWEET DREAMS ( exo-cbx ) / @rhoeade

[aftapati]

❛  don't even try and act friendly with me.  ❜

( * / @rhoeade / prompt / accepting )

❛ Do not mistake courtesy with amicability. ❜

Indecipherability interpreted like a blank canvas awaiting for abstract brushstrokes to swirl around its surface, creating an illustration of expressionism. A habitual trait of his, offering the illusionary depiction of sentimentality being absent from his subtle yet preternatural flexor, consequently regarded as dispassionate, the least. In defiance of the refined sophistication in an amalgamation with gentlemanliness, the actuality beneath such facade of pretendence was incomprehensible for the most to behold.

And there he was, standing tall with gloved hands gathered behind his back, offering absolute equilibrium, oozing with sovereignty, despite not having the bestowal of commandship at this moment. Merely, such was his presence, of ascendancy. One overt complexion of brown would glance at the sight of the unbeknown individual, with the dissection taking transpiration in his mind, like a researcher anatomizing a soulless animal inside a laboratory. A scientist at heart, if you will. And a frequent occurence to take place, unmistakably, as the world is full of surprises.

❛ Very similar connotations, yet vastly different. ❜

❛ So, what you witnessed was not friendliness, but rather, curiosity as to what exactly are you or any potential abilities you may have at your disposal. Hence, I inquired for my former question to be humoured, but it appears that will not be the case. Such a shame. ❜

[lairofmuses]

❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜ for nera!

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.{Accepting}

The Halovian would just stand there, stiff as a board, her head wings fluffed up from the sudden shock and surprise from the little 'joke' the Mentor pulled off. A gentle glare is seen in those soft pale eyes, her face staring at the other before she gently breathes through her nose, her hands reaching up to fluff down her wings. Silent for a moment.

"Miss Mentor... That was completely unexpected for you to pull off." Nera spoke as she shuts her eyes, her head tilted down as she relaxed herself.

"I have nothing to hold against you...but what in Aeons name made you think that was ok??..."

[ketsumyo]

coquelic's lips purse into a scowl. tsubaki gets a little posie as well, but the gift comes with an air of sharpness. the mentor doesn't foresee a time in which the two of them will truly see eye-to-eye, but even still, far be it for her to misrepresent the flowers.

(mountain ash: balance, virginia spiderwort: transient felicity, & chaconia: imperishability)

also throws the whole gourd at her.

(cucumber: criticism)

[saburaito]

♢  — WHAT UNSUBTLE WAY DO YOU SAY ' I LOVE YOU? '

arriving early because you know they will, too

you might not feel like you can ask anyone for their time, but you do appreciate sharing yours with them any chance you get -- so you arrive early whenever you know they'll be there, too, just so you can get a few extra minutes with them. maybe you lie about it, tell them there was less traffic than expected or you miscalculated the time you had to leave home. but maybe you open up about it and tell them. i think you should, i think they'll love you for it. you don't feel like you're worth anyone's time, but you do feel like they're worth yours. have you ever considered that the person who arrives early, too, might be there for exactly the same reason you are?

tagged by @sharpsuite tagging @shishigirls , @b-sozoku , @lotuskissed , @rhoeade , @draconisa

[s-099]

[ swipe ] :}c hehe

COUNTLESS  BODIES  OF  SYNDICATE  MEMBERS  AND  MONSTERS  ALIKE  LAID  AT  THE  BEAST'S  FEET  ,  dismembered  &  lathered  in  gore  .  blackened  ,  mucilaginous  spikes  rose  from  the  ground  &  pierced  through  the  fallen  foes  ;  creating  a  sickeningly  fetid  smell  to  rise  with  the  heat  of  the  room  .  ninety-nine  stood  among  the  mess  ,  bloodied  and  panting  heavily  .  the  battle  couldn't  be  called  fierce  ,  for  it  was  dreadfully  one  sided  .  every  slash  of  her  blade  would  see  a  new  enemy  cut  apart  ,  like  a  hot  knife  through  butter  …  and  yet  she  was  exhausted  all  the  same  ,  desperately  fighting  back  the  urge  within  her  to  totally  UNLEASH  .  to  break  free  the  beast  locked  away  at  the  very  depths  of  her  soul  so  she  might  finally  enjoy  the  opportunity  to  kill  anything  in  her  path  . 

it's  ninety-nine's  strong  (albeit  partially  wavering)  will  that  kept  her  monstrous  nature  in  check  .  in  the  now  eerily  silence  of  the  room  all  that  could  be  heard  was  the  whirring  and  hissing  of  the  mechanics  in  her  back  as  they  released  bountiful  steam  in  an  attempt  to  cool  down  her  overheating  body  ,  helping  her  regain  composure  without  the  need  for  injecting  mood  stabilizers  . 

carmine  leer  scanned  the  room  ,  limbs  shakily  returning  the  blade  she  held  to  her  hip  whilst  she  ensured  that  all  enemies  were  no  longer  breathing  .  any  injuries  she  might  have  sustained  in  the  battle  were  already  healing  ,  visually  knitting  gashes  back  together  .  her  heart  pulsed  violently  ,  causing  a  acute  throbbing  ‘tween  her  ears  and  obscuring  briefly  her  usually  very  keen  hearing  .  it’s  this  brief  distraction  that  lets  coquelic  slip  through  unnoticed  ,  sneaking  into  ninety-nine's  field  of  vision  at  a  distance  far  enough  so  that  it  gave  the  monster  time  to  realise  who  she  was  . 

“            you  …          ”             the  beast  spoke  ,  dark  limbs  dropping  to  her  sides  as  she  watched  the  other's  graceful  approach  ,  dancing  across  the  various  bodies  strewn  around  the  room  totally  unfazed  ,  as  if  deep  within  bloodshed  is  where  she  belonged  .  choosing  not  to  speak  more  ,  ninety-nine  simply  allowed  the  other  to  close  the  distance  ‘tween  them  .  piercingly  intimidating  carmine  gaze  followed  her  every  move  ,  admiring  briefly  both  form  and  features  .  she  simply  watches  in  silence  as  finally  coquelic  lifts  a  hand  ,  daring  to  trace  a  thumb  along  a  monster’s  cheek  to  rid  it  of  a  spot  of  blood  .  a  bold  move  ,  but  one  that  garnered  some  respect  from  ninety-nine  .  she  allowed  the  touch  to  linger  ,  perhaps  enjoying  a  little  too  much  the  softness  of  the  other's  fingers  …  a  nice  contrast  from  the  roughness  she  is  usually  treated  with  .                “            careful  where  you  step  .             ”              ninety-nine  began  finally  ,  voice  rougher  than  usual  .                “            their  blood  isn't  deserving  of  staining  something  like  you  .             ”                it's  meant  as  a  compliment  ,  the  closest  ninety-nine  could  get  to  calling  her  beautiful  . 

INBOX PROMPT // ACCEPTING // @rhoeade

[gyokutoll]

T-poses in the hallway to his apartment

❝ Officer, I feel like if you dedicated half of the time you do harassing me into solving crimes instead, then you’d be the first police officer to actually do their job. Just think of the awards and medals you could earn ☆ ❞

[shackld]

📜 PLEASE

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse

Coquelic: Talk dirty to me, baby~ Chief: The dishes. Coquelic: Wh- Chief: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

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Chief: You need to be more careful! Coquelic, who was dragged into Chief's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

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Coquelic: Whether or not I pay income taxes is none of the government's business. Chief: No, well, actually, it is. Coquelic: You don't know my name or what I look like, good luck finding me.

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Coquelic: You know, there’s only one person in this world who can tell you what you are. Chief: Me. Coquelic: No. Coquelic: Me.

[officrnolen]

WHAT ARE YOU THE PATRON OF ?

patron saint of silence

you are the patron saint of empty spaces, cavernous rooms, moments that last for days. for some people, the emptiness is horrible, something that they need to fill: you, its patron, try to search within it for peace. there is nothing there. there is never anything there. even the emptiness is not a presence of its own. the only thing there is you.

tagged by: @jt4lis <33 tagging: @oeidn @gntlets @cupcait @rhoeade @esreal @medrda <3

[shefoil]

IN WHAT SUBTLE WAY DO YOU SAY 'I LOVE YOU' ?

"you're the exception"

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.

tagged by: @rhoeade <333 tagging: @sangreprince @rahorak @tahuxian @belovedblossoms @ahogedetective @paradoxdriven (moze)