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i NEED to update my thread tracker or just,,, make an excel sheet cause thread tracker can't track discord...

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i want to keep your memory, won't forget. ( but can it find a way to hurt me less...? ) it's my devotion, it cuts me open time again.

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Addiction is perhaps a sickness of the spirit.

Dazai Osamu, The Setting Sun

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                             If the World chooses to become my Enemy,                                                    I will FIGHT like I always have

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me: i only ship with chemistry

also me:

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bloodlust is the best word in the english language. she has everything. sex. violence. assonance. who can compare.

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okay, now i go do some discord replies before bed. i shall be back tomorrow to reply to others!

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Bianca nods, hums her acknowledgement of the tale. She thinks every little girl around would know of the movie, another romaticized tale of a poor princess being saved by a noble, handsome prince. She blinks owlishly at the man, though it's not for lack of knowledge, rather a cue that he should explain further. When he recounts the tale of Snow White as it is well-known, her glossed lips jut in a pout, head tilting to lean on her palm, elbow set on the bar. Her fingers trace the edge of the glass, filled with orange liquor she isn't familiar with. She'd simply taken up the empty stool beside Dazai and ordered whatever it is he'd been having.

And just as she's about to complain over the total absence of an explanation, Dazai speaks again and she falls silent to listen with bated breath, expression exaggerated thanks to—how many drinks has she had again? Oh, well...

From this angle, she can get a better look at his downturned face, eyes narrowing as he deviates from the original tale. Ah, and here she assumed he'd speak of the original tale. His follow-up with apple overdose makes her laugh, eyes forming crescents as she allows her arm to rest on the counter, head leaning even lower to rest leveled with the liquor. Her free hand reaches over to pat over his tummy, as if to soothe an ache.

❝ I pictured apple overdose very differently, but your version makes more sense now that I think about it! ❞ The woman muses, picking her head back up, taking the glass to sip from as she hums the title track of the Disney film they'd just been discussing. The alcohol scorches down her throat as she sets the glass back down, ❝ But how did Snow White know the apple was poisoned, you think? And how did the prince's kiss awaken her if she was already dead? ❞ She's indulging his diviation, though she's connected the dots enough to understand: Dazai's version of apply suicide had indeed been based on the original Snow White, in which she'd never swallowed the poison apple. And, so when the prince had hauled her glass coffin to take to his castle and accidentally dropped it, the chunk of poison apple had fallen out of her mouth and revived her — much in the same way the redhead from the Port Mafia had revived a seemingly dead Dazai.

Briefly, she zones out and supposes the saviour is handsome enough to be a prince. Shame he's ended up in the Port Mafia... And then she focuses on Dazai again, raising a brow as if the questioned she'd posed should puzzle the prodigy.

@theladymuses SENT : ❝ You never did say what apple suicide really was... Should know this. How am I gonna write it as cause of death if I don't know what it is. ❞ — Bianca (I rewatched dead apple)

❝ are you familiar with the tale of SNOW WHITE , bianca - chan ? ❞ the detective begins to muse , expression obscured by chocolate brown curls sent awry by an enigmatic downwards tilt of the head . ❝ as the original story goes , an evil queen lured the princess into eating a poisoned apple with lies &. false promises . she longed for her wishes to be granted by the allegedly magic apple , which caused our naive snow white to take a bite of the apple . moments later , she fell into a coma . ❞ to be quite honest , dazai never fostered an interest in this particular princess until his perceptions strayed from the original story . ever since , he’s been infatuated with the concept of an apple suicide . not nearly enough to give his dear drinking companion a solid , straightforward answer , but to a degree where he can readily story - tell . unfortunately for poor bianca .

❝ but what if snow white , overcome by despair intrinsic to this world , took a bite of the apple knowing it was poisoned ? she chose to bite into the fruit fully aware with its sweet taste would come a fate even sweeter - death . ❞ come every honeyed word , a grin peaking out from the mess of his hair twitches into something wider , tone rising until it sounds airy &. borderline exasperated . ( he’s envious of the princess &. her courage to pierce the skin of an apple with sharp canines until it tears , until her taste buds are greeted with the promise of a release from her misery . she , who is brave enough to give into temptation &. sin . is it bravery , he muses , or desperation ? why , isn’t that the inquiry of all time ? ) ❝ her perfect apple suicide . ahhh , isn’t it beautiful ? what a desirable way to go . this method is slightly better than the APPLE OVERDOSE technique - ❞ he grimaces , free arm stretching over his stomach to soothe nonexistent phantom pains . ❝ - eeeeyiiikes . the pain of one’s stomach bursting from apple overconsumption is downright excruciating , i say ! no thanks . never again ! ❞

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❝ Then, I'm sure I'll never hear of it again. ❞ Esmé muses with a lopsided grin, glancing at the Harbinger from the corner of her eye. She isn't embarrassed, if her playful expression is anything to go by; she only doubts that someone like him would ever need to use such underhanded tactics in battle. She's a spy. He's a Harbinger. They are hardly the same.

Though Esmé allows herself to speak freely with him, her tongue is kept on a tight leash so as to not reveal anything irrelevant about herself. Her background wasn't well-know even amongst the Harbingers, and she preffered it that way if only to keep her household life away from anyone and everyone. It kept the children safe; her eldest son doing business in Liyue Harbour, her daughter studying at the Sumeru Akademiya, and her youngest son safely tucked away in the confines of her house. Of course, she'd never make the mistake of using that address. There were others for her to use whenever the need arose.

In spite of her secrecy, the woman's curiosity remained unshackled. So, it was almost natural for her to wonder just how Tartaglia was so carefree about the existence of his own family, something that wasn't exactly a secret. He'd occassionally bring it up in casual conversation when buying presents for a younger brother, the very one that elected to visit the Northland Bank in Liyue some time prior. Did his name hold enough fear for no one to ever dare target his relations? Perhaps it was a matter worth wrapping her head around, but she wasn't sure she was willing to pay the price for it.

It's a fleeting query that dissolves as quick as it had materialized in her mind, thoughts quickly taken over by his movement. Her gaze follows Tartaglia until all she can see is a few strands of ginger hair, body relaxed even when he takes a hold of her. Esmé chuckles.

❝ I know that one. Though, I'd rather not get in trouble with Her Majesty for tossing her youngest Harbinger off the edge of a cliff for practice, ❞ She muses, reciprocating his flirting with the subtler gesture of tilting her head back just enough that it brushes his shoulder, ❝ I think banging my head back into the enemy's would also be effective, no? Depending on how fast their reflexes are... ❞

Tartaglia chuckled at her reply. “Then I suppose I learned not to let a kiss fool me in combat. I’ll be sure to let you know if that is ever relevant again,” he remarked with a smirk. When was the last time he could talk so openly with someone? His subordinates were always that: subordinate. They would never speak freely with him. And Tartaglia disliked the company of his fellow Harbingers way too much to enjoy spending time with them.

As for his own family... He couldn't actually be himself around them anymore, even though he loved them with every fiber of his being. So it was nice to spend time with someone who spoke freely with him, even though he drastically outranked her both in the Fatui and even just the hierarchy of Snezhnaya. He liked their conversations. He liked her. Just...not enough to let himself get attached, of course.

"I've got plenty," the redhead replied before taking a few steps closer to her until he was right behind her, perhaps a bit closer than what was necessary. But what was the harm in a bit of flirting? "For example... You're going to face enemies who are much bigger and much stronger than you, and you can't always dodge them." He wrapped his arms securely around her waist from behind. "And kissing won't work. If an enemy is holding you like this, bend yourself forward sharply and use the momentum to knock them forward and propel them off of you." Tricks he learned back when he was smaller/

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CARRD LINK.

I finally went and made a carrd you guys!!! This was hard even with the template. Sucks to be a multi cause you run out of elements... IDK how I'll ever add another muse but for now this is what we got. The verse-specific information is still on google docs (linked)!

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so, while gen.shin takes it's sweet time loading (idk why my internet is taking to slong to load it), I will go and finihs up my carrd and try cns clean up my blog some more. orrrr i might just write and ignore everything else i need to do with the blog hehe.

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Ok I went to followers and checked. It was Hestia. BABE IM SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT

OMG I was unfollowing inactive blogs and I unfollowed someone ACCIDENTALLY but idk who I AM SORRY. PLS how do I figure out who it was skslsks

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OMG I was unfollowing inactive blogs and I unfollowed someone ACCIDENTALLY but idk who I AM SORRY. PLS how do I figure out who it was skslsks

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ouuu o have new draftsss. I shall do them after a round of Genshin ✨

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

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QUESTIONS FOR MUNS.

1. how do you feel about reblog karma? 2. is it hard for you to write with characters you don’t know/don’t know well? 3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.) 4. which muse of yours is your all time favorite? if you stopped writing them: why? 5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you? 6. is roleplaying the only writing-based hobby you have, or are there other things you like to write? 7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.) 8. do you expect your answered memes/asks to be turned into threads? regardless of answer, what’s your reasoning? 9. when you look at a new blog, what is it that makes you press the follow button? is it the muse, the aesthetics, the writing–? 10. what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.) 11. describe your ideal outcome/endgame for the muse you are currently writing. if you are a multimuse blog: do this for your current favorite muse, or the muse of the last reply you posted. 12. what roleplay trends do you remember from the year you started tumblr rp? how did you feel about those trends? 13. what themes/motifs do you hope other people notice most about your character? 14. which roleplay community has been your favorite to write in? 15. icons, or gifs? you can only pick one, and cannot say ‘neither.’

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The drinking buddies rot my brain at 2 in the morning... (Bianca and Dazai / Bianca and Shoko)

like, in some alternate universe they're s drinking trio and absolutely insane for it. Bet they got kicked out of a bar AT LEAST once... And Bianca made a morbid remark about the bar owner's autopsy. Dazai being Dazai probably asked her to use him as test subject and got flicked ok his head while Shoko found another bar for them to go to...

The night was still young...

(I should drabble this)