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CONSCIENCE BURST.
It's so sweet, your embarrassed face. What a pity, I'm the only one who can watch you fall apart. Don't you wanna kill me? Who's worse-- you or me? I'll wait for your judgment. This is just the beginning.
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#so i've been dying lately between school and work and moving !#ANYWAY.#sucked in ffxiv when I'm not doing anything else.#and tristan drew my baby girl wol.#pls ur honor i would die for her....#just hit me up if u wanna play with me tbh like i would love the company.#she's so lovely i wanna die ugh
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I feel like this is an obvious duh right now, but official hiatus at least for another month.
it’s hard adjusting to the new school year (we legit only have 2 days in between school years), plus I’m in the middle of seeing a hypnotist for trauma/PTSD and my GI recommended I see a therapist... mainly to unpack what I’m doing with the hypnotist & also because if I can ease some of my anxiety + stress, my gut health should be better... IN THEORY.
this doesn’t even begin to go into intergenerational trauma + genetic trauma passed down by being indigenous + black, but y’know...doing something more than nothing about my PTSD is a start, I suppose. ( well, I do reiki... but y’know. )
obviously I would never abandon yufi..... she’s like my lifeblood. you’re welcome to send me hc’s and plot with me on discord... or play ffxiv with me, bc the extended free trial got me sucked into that wormhole.
my discord is ouroboros✯#6443
my twitter is ballads_
and I think that’s really all you need for the moment. as the school year like calms tf down, I get a handle on my own private studies + maybe I'll move!!! ( fingers crossed, I have places considered but I’m waiting to hear back from them! ), then I intend to come back here. kind of ambitious for sept/oct and I know that but... I'm a pretty ambitious person.
stay well, everyone!
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@drownblessed said:
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
Since this whole stay inside for your safety thing began, Yufi can’t say she’s been doing well. Not that there’s nothing for her to do at home; on the contrary, her commune has everything she could possibly want to do in it. There’s no reason to leave the neighborhood, or even the estate, when there are parlors for every type of entertainment. That’s the privilege of being elite, isn’t it, that most practical things can be at one’s fingertips should they desire it.
But that’s exactly what Yufi loathes. There’s no spontaneity, nothing that goes unexpected. Each day is a duplicate of another, the absolute same, into which all seems to blur into one another. It leaves her irritable, antsy, and even the usual tasks she utilizes to alleviate tension don’t seem to work. For when painting and walks have become the daily norm to fulfill the time, then their effectiveness in other properties ultimately diminishes.
She knows it’s risky, not necessarily the safest thing she could do, but when Godo asks what they can do as to remove the semi-permanent moping from her mouth, the response slides from her lips, smoother than the shochu she’s unraveled the cap from and is pouring into a cup.
Tida.
Who brings him to her, or whether it’s even explained to him why he’s been shipped from one end of country to another... All the fine details are unclear and unneeded, at least as far as she’s concerned. Most things are, and even the edge of her vision is a little blurred by the time he makes it to her side, door handle uncharacteristically warm from the amount of times Yufi’s checked every few moments to see if he’s arrived. She must’ve been there not too long ago, but when Tida enters he can find her roaming around the tatami clad in socks, an oversized shirt she swore to him she’d never wear (because how could a person of her caliber ever wear one of those anime shirts?), swooning from side-to-side. She takes a swig from plum wine, hand tightly grasped around the neck of the bottle, and spins on the ball of feet, albeit in uncoordinated fashion. Her memory might be shaky, but the center of her focus is clear, and the host grins when she sees her friend’s arrived.
❝ Oh, hey! Welcome home! Or... hey, you know what I meant. You basically could live here. Nothing’s stopping you except you, y’know. ❞
Yufi’s been good in the sense that her phone’s been away from her reach this entire time (hard to keep it on you when you don’t have pockets, right?), but still, she points to where it idly sits on kitchen counter, notification indicator flashing to the rhythm of dance-beats escaping from Bluetooth connected speakers.
❝ I figured I should leave that there...otherwise I’ll look like... what do you call the girl on this shirt? Ahegao? All over your Snapchat. You didn’t want that, right? ❞
Oh, Tida. Your work is cut out for you, isn’t it? But she’s trying to be responsible!
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spots to kiss. since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option ( 57 ) to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.
a kiss on the top of the head.
a kiss to hair.
a kiss on the forehead.
a kiss on the space between eyebrows.
a kiss on the temple.
a kiss on the cheek.
a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.
a kiss on the nose
a kiss on the ear.
a kiss on that space where jaw connects.
a kiss on the corner of the mouth.
a kiss on the cupid’s bow.
a kiss on the lips.
a kiss on the chin.
a kiss on the jawline.
a kiss on the back of the neck.
a kiss on the underside of the jaw.
a kiss on the throat.
a kiss on the side of the neck.
a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.
a kiss above the collarbone.
a kiss along the collarbone.
a kiss on the space between collarbones.
a kiss on the shoulder.
a kiss on the bicep.
a kiss on the forearm.
a kiss on the elbow.
a kiss on the outside of the wrist.
a kiss on the inside of the wrist.
a kiss on the back of the hand.
a kiss on the palm.
a kiss on a finger. ( which one? )
a kiss on the side of the ribs.
a kiss on the shoulder blade.
a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.
a kiss along the curve of the spine.
a kiss on the upper back.
a kiss on the lower back.
a kiss on the sternum.
a kiss on a pec / breast.
a kiss under the breast.
a kiss on where the sternum ends.
a kiss on the stomach.
a kiss on the navel.
a kiss on the hipbone.
a kiss on the ‘v’.
a kiss on the front of the thigh.
a kiss on the back of the thigh.
a kiss on the inner thigh.
a kiss on the knee.
a kiss on the calf.
a kiss on the ankle.
a kiss on the heel.
a kiss on the foot.
a kiss on a toe.
a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here. ( where? )
a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here. ( where? )
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some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
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i’m alive & i wanna be here! i’m just trying to figure out... how to get back into the groove. every time i log on i feel like everything’s changing & the people i’m used to are gone and no one’s been posting memes so i can’t just stalk and send like i usually do, sksk.
i’ve also been working on writing my own personal writing & designing a website for it. and studying for school. and teaching. and medical stuff. which, by the way, i’m a decent bill of health for once! now i can wait 3 months before the next appointment instead of monthly. gawd...
maybe i should... post a starter call? do people still do those? idk.
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garrotejima:
Night fills the room. It blots the starlight clinging to those neat corners by the crowning, slithering shyly like fingers down a lover in the dark – delicately, mesmerizingly, mapping those bumps in the gaps between their rib bones. Their lips in steady kisses. Their pulse’s hurried beats. Majima’s dizzy with it. Laid together, breathing staggered and bodies touch-warm, it feels to him as though the world’s gone romanticist, and they’re slotting together neatly like stanzas off a poem.
And, well, he isn’t much a guy for those prettier, more esteemed practices of poetry, but seeing Yufi so honest? It knocks Shakespeare down a level.
Read more.
He’s good at that, teasing, instilling breath back into her fire, knowing how to make her bite. Yet despite his moniker, she’s the one who yips, exposes canines, eyes slit cautiously, curiosity giving leeway to scrutiny. Yufi is not a beggar, nor is she one to whine, but only he makes her breathless and it’s like he thrives on that control. Perhaps she should be afraid she’s given him her leash.
Who are you calling for? You. Always you.
Her heart thumps a haiku, steady rhythm it’s almost syllabic. And isn’t this view a scene itself, this moment natural, almost destined? Skin like satin, shimmered with sweat and sensuality. Yufi’s never called herself a romantic, but in this instance she cannot help but revel in how there’s a light within her beaming, building, anxious to reach its crescendo, and Majima is but a god who allows her to shine. If she breaks for him, then she is certain that she will be mended anew, his kinsukuroi, made more priceless in his eye.
He compliments her. So damn pretty. She hisses through bitten tongue, serpent-like. He likes snakes, doesn’t he? Has them painted on his shoulders. She’s envious, as if she too won’t be splayed across his skin before long.
Yufi is already so wet for him when he teases her, but she is beyond any point of embarrassment regarding the state of her arousal. Should it come at any surprise, when she has been ever so responsive to each touch of his, leaning into each one as if she can hardly stand the idea of disconnecting? Perhaps, she too, somewhere worries that this is only the most vivid of dreams, and what tethers her to reality is the constant contact, if not through touch, then how they watch one another, as if either one of them might disappear if given opportunity.
Oh, but she is here, and she is real, and the slight throbbing of her walls around his fingers should prove as much. One slips easy, and she gasps as he experiments with her, watches her face to see how she reacts. His fingers are much longer than hers, and when he crooks it upwards she audibly whines, fingers tugging at sheets. She nods in affirmation, not trusting her voice to do much intelligible words and curses. Her eyes widen as he slides in another, pleading as he scissors them, preps her for what she knows is coming soon-- or assumes to be. Some parts of her imagination have had this moment lingering, his movement a symphonic lento, where he draws out foreplay for what feels like forever. Other instances show him less gentle, more demanding, almost desperate like he’s foraging for the salvation she reaches upon her complete and utter surrender to him, like he too might reach some holy land if only he sees it through her. And she is more than willing to bring him to it, again and again. If he is looking for an escape through her, then she is more than happy to escort him to heaven first-hand.
His thumb catches her clit. Her hips buck into his hand, and Yufi’s eyes close as she accepts that in this moment she is truly shameless, desperate to seek release by his hand. The roughness of calloused fingers, the sweet pressure he applies to her, and how when he finds that spot she quivers beneath him, helpless but to subject to him as he strikes the chord which brings her closer and closer to euphoria.
It snaps. It snaps, and Yufi cannot find the words to warn him. But it crashes on her more intense than any coastal wave ever has. The blur between dream and reality, imagined and perceived, is it fading, colliding, collapsing? Is she? She’s ceasing to exist, at least for some period of time. For as dark as the room was, it certainly faded to white as she succumbs to this intensity and lets it wash over her.
It’s uncertain how much time passes when she comes to, but when she does she is smiling, chest heaving, and while breathless she desires to share all that she has with him. The gold of Majima’s chain is reassuringly cool against her skin as she grips it in her palm, clutching it tight as she pulls him in for kisses, planting them along his lips, across his jaw, over his pulse to feel that he’s still here and present with her in this space. If Yufi still had half a mind to think, she’d believe the situation unfathomable. But instead she only feels, is an open heart, open mouth, and she parts her swollen and slick lips for him as she manages to ask softly against his skin, ❝ Can I taste? ❞
#garrotejima#nsfw /#you really wrote shakespeare. after teasing me for how long that it's me. the plot thickens.#we always match length. we just match each other. compatibility. we love it.#ask and u shall receive.#honey u have.
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deciding to hit her with an espresso martini ——– one of which had very quickly become a house favourite once she put it on the menu, she quickly made a shot of the coffee with the machine before grabbing a martini glass from the back counter. upon hearing the comment about her hair, she raised a brow before turning her attention to the younger. ‘ it’s not that short… ’ it still reached midway down her back but she was right, it definitely wasn’t close in length to when they were travelling. ‘ i’m thinking of growing it again but i have to admit that it’s a lot easier to take care of like this. or should i just go the whole haul & go to your length? ’ a teasing smile offered her way before she grabbed the vodka and the shaker so she could mix it all together.
‘ i think the others would be a little freaked out if you suddenly came out with long hair & myself with short. ’ they’d assume it was a prank or something.
taking the small strainer, she allowed the mix to sieve through into the glass before adding three coffee beans on top and sliding it over to the other. ‘ how are things going over there? ’ she knew the ninja held a great deal of responsibility & things had certainly changed over the years.
Yufi snickers at the concept of their hair swap, and runs fingers through her own strands. It’s grown out some since the last they’ve seen each other, the ends brushing the tops of her shoulders, but truthfully enough their lengths aren’t comparable. That wasn’t always the case, though. ❝ Then you all would be freaked if you came to visit sometime. I was growing my hair out for a bit. Just as long as yours is now! But then I cut it again when Reeve asked me to help out! And again when I got called out here to check things out. It’s so hard to keep up when I’m on the road. ❞
A slim finger slides along the perimeter of the glass. Nails flicker against the body, then the stem. Her glance shifts from the coffee beans to chocolate strands of Tifa’s hair, meeting those carmine eyes of hers properly as she lifts her head.
❝ It is starting to look like a real country. Not just another Wall Market full of tourist traps anymore, and the medical tents are all gone. It took us a long time to recover from geostigma, y’know? Especially since everyone was still so mistrusting of me... but I guess that’s what happens when you’re always gone, y’know? It’s hard for people to recognize you. And I hadn’t really been home since... ❞
Since she was Marlene’s age, truth be told. Could Tifa really imagine that, though? Yufi knows that Tifa left Nibelheim at quite the early age, and it’d been easy for them to bond over such a thing, the idea of rebelling youth and hatred against the Shin-Ra. But if Tifa only knew how far the spite had spread within her, how young she’d been with the seeds had been sewn... would she have done anything differently?
It wasn’t Yufi’s place to tell. Not her family. The words die on her tongue. She swallows them down with a swig of her drink. It’s bitter, tangy, the taste of espresso strong. She’s not complaining-- it’s just another example of different that Yufi’s learned over time. There’s so much that separates her from her and the gang. She thinks that’s why Vincent keeps his space, save for his whole I’ll-follow-Shelke-anywhere schtick. She gets it, it’s his one link to Lucretia. But it’s still weird.
❝ Anyway, everything’s doing well! People are happy, crops are good, the summer is beautiful. But I tell Pops we can’t just rely on how things look on paper--that’s what got him into trouble the last time--so I come out to check out business in person, and give the boot to people I think are shady. I guess adult life is okay. But I wish I had more time to just sleep. How do you do it every day? Taking care of everyone and the shop, too? ❞
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“Oh, well, I’m not sure about special, per say. I was given a selection of weapons to familiarize myself with in my training and I liked Rekka the best. I just do my job, I don’t have any particular feelings one way or another towards Wutai.”
A selection of weapons? Hm. Though truth be told, perhaps Yufi shouldn’t be surprised to hear such a thing. For anything can truly be sold underground...for a price, and perhaps to the most curious of ears, especially those with a profound hatred for the Company, the sounds of weapons crafted by they who openly opposed the Nation might sound appealing.
She is still uncertain of what she hears, but Yufi surmises that the excuse is passable. To pry further would require her to speak openly about her own tale, and a ninja knows never to reveal one’s information.
But someone who cares little for Wutai? Outside the Wall Market? Now that’s a new one to her ears. ❝ You’re really different, you know that? But... still, it’s nice to know there’s at least one person who won’t attack me just because. It’s hard to be here. But doesn’t everyone deserve a chance at ‘ the good life ’ ? I thought that was the whole claim to fame here. ❞
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at least there was no shortage of options . whilst haunted woods and graveyards are not a particular discomfort , trespassing ‘pon the grounds of past war was . any restless men that fought , they were likely there ; not all but some and that was enough . the world was loud enough as it is .
‘ there is so much for me to learn about wutai … ‘ in just the few minutes every word the ninja spoke was very interesting . the maiden could recite the definition of what a whirlpool is , she’s seen a picture here and there in books , but in person she wonders what the phenomenon actually looks like in motion ; or even the sound .
in all , since they had no aircraft , the bridge it would be . heights are not a certain fear of hers , but that did not make them any less intimidating . ‘ i guess so … and the bridges are secure , you think ? ‘
Perhaps to those who show no sensitivities to those beyond the living, the alternate would’ve been indeed options. Yufi can imagine the likes of Cloud and Cid perusing through the forests of the dead without discomfort. To Tifa and Barret, however, who show a healthy reverence for their fallen comrades, and a fear to all the rest, it would’ve been merely unsettling. But to she who can hear the screams of the planet’s fallen, to call it distressing is indeed understated, and Yufi finds herself glad that the option is avoided.
For she, too, is sensitive to those who have left-- though this is topic unnecessary to be mentioned. There is much to be desired when it comes to Yufi’s ability to be forthcoming. Yet there is something about Wutai which reveals one’s heart, one’s true intentions, and that can be no different for its crown jewel, its designated maiden.
That, too, has not been revealed to party as of late.
❝ I know as much about the bridges as you know about Wutai, ❞ the youth admits, no hesitation present in her voice. For there are few locals who feel desire to leave outside the congregated living spaces which all surround the capital city. Those bridges were links to an outside world, once-- but those connections were trampled long ago, and those who leave the countryside do so at their own peril. The War was symbolic, a representation of Wutai versus the World. They had lost. They were alone. And those who would leave their home risked losing their lives, if not to the rocky shores and wild adamantoise, then to those who would not accept them.
❝ But still, we’re here, and we have to keep going forward, right? To... find out more information. About stuff. Maybe you can learn more about Wutai while you’re there. Awful funny how we know so much about you but you don’t know much about us. Everyone really is so different. ❞
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also, i want to apologize to people whose messages were ever ignored by me or took me ages to reply to. i have no excuses, i’m just shit at communicating and a lot of time get stuck in my own head, postpone replying and then either forget about it or think that it is too late to reply. i’m sorry if i’ve ever made someone feel bad bc of this - honestly, it’s never personal, it’s just me and my inner problems. i will try harder to work on it. thank you for ever initiating conversations with me
#♝ psa.#i mean. i do have excuses. i have work and the state of the world.#as a black indigenous queer american living in seattle i have a lot to be concerned about lmao.#also a high-risk essential worker with a chronic illness affecting my immune system in this pandemic.#but.#i do apologize if people feel ignored... super not my intention.#nothing personal... i'm just really focused on myself and i have a lot to think and worry about.#but i am grateful for everyone who takes time with me.
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not that anyone’s ever confronted me about this, but i just wanted to be forthcoming about this, lest y’all cancel me (though lbr, i’ve cancelled myself lmao):
while i try really hard to be cognizant of everyone’s pronouns and pennames, i apologize if i’ve accidentally misgendered you or if you feel uncomfortable with y’all or they. i tend to use singular ‘ they ’ as my default to refer to anyone, but i do attempt to check with people’s specific pronouns when i’m referring to an individual in question.
if i accidentally use ‘ they ’ and you hate it, please let me know. though i am american (black and indigenous: cherokee & blackfoot), i know my english is not the best. i grew up with american english, aave, gaelic, and cherokee all being spoken (my great-grandmother also had some weird need to make me be aware of british spelling too but i really don’t use it outside of knowing what my english friends are talking about lmao). they do not all prioritize the same grammar rules. also with having two-spirit in my culture, he/she wasn’t normalized. that doesn’t mean i won’t utilize it if you’re specifically asking, bc i want to respect all of my followers’ individual identities, but that’s just context on my background.
i’m really strong on accountability & i want to let y’all know that as hard as i may go on the dash at times, i definitely am also harsh on myself & am always striving to improve. just because english isn’t the only language in my repertoire (i use spanish and khmer at work, and khmer with my adoptive family-- french and biblical hebrew have taken a backseat, sorry!!), that doesn’t excuse me from accidentally offending someone.
but also, be aware that i personally use singular ‘ they ’ when i’m speaking generally, despite the fact that english grammar classes suggest using ‘ he or she ’ or picking one gender and sticking with it throughout one piece of writing. i personally feel like using one gender is exclusive to any other identities who might be reading, and he or she is also exclusive, and also just sounds awkward at times...
regardless of my personal thoughts on prose, i promise to do my best to be adaptive to y’alls specific needs, and i apologize if i’ve accidentally offended someone & y’all have just been too nice to tell me.
thank you!
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spots to kiss. since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option ( 57 ) to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.
a kiss on the top of the head.
a kiss to hair.
a kiss on the forehead.
a kiss on the space between eyebrows.
a kiss on the temple.
a kiss on the cheek.
a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.
a kiss on the nose
a kiss on the ear.
a kiss on that space where jaw connects.
a kiss on the corner of the mouth.
a kiss on the cupid’s bow.
a kiss on the lips.
a kiss on the chin.
a kiss on the jawline.
a kiss on the back of the neck.
a kiss on the underside of the jaw.
a kiss on the throat.
a kiss on the side of the neck.
a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.
a kiss above the collarbone.
a kiss along the collarbone.
a kiss on the space between collarbones.
a kiss on the shoulder.
a kiss on the bicep.
a kiss on the forearm.
a kiss on the elbow.
a kiss on the outside of the wrist.
a kiss on the inside of the wrist.
a kiss on the back of the hand.
a kiss on the palm.
a kiss on a finger. ( which one? )
a kiss on the side of the ribs.
a kiss on the shoulder blade.
a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.
a kiss along the curve of the spine.
a kiss on the upper back.
a kiss on the lower back.
a kiss on the sternum.
a kiss on a pec / breast.
a kiss under the breast.
a kiss on where the sternum ends.
a kiss on the stomach.
a kiss on the navel.
a kiss on the hipbone.
a kiss on the ‘v’.
a kiss on the front of the thigh.
a kiss on the back of the thigh.
a kiss on the inner thigh.
a kiss on the knee.
a kiss on the calf.
a kiss on the ankle.
a kiss on the heel.
a kiss on the foot.
a kiss on a toe.
a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here. ( where? )
a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here. ( where? )
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flamereign:
It’s not that he even minds the flowers in his hair, he’d certainly enjoyed the attention. Aerith’s touch had been gentle, soothing and Lea will admit ( to no one but himself ) that there’d been quite a few times he’d almost dozed off under her ministrations. If only it wouldn’t be so much of it —– the amount of stuff in his hair makes it look like more flower than anything else and the sensation has gone from enjoyable to irritating real fast, things snagging at his scalp, tugging too hard at the roots.
Still, he puts a gamely face on for the camera, small smile adorning his features as Yufi snaps away. His hands wander and tug to relieve the pressure now and again, but he’s being good about not moving too much lest the results come out too blurry. In return, Yufi gets her pictures done fast, his shoulders sagging in relief the minute she seems satisfied and moves over to help him remove all of it.
A soft huff escapes his lips, pout forming at the news it’s going to take a while; he can only imagine the amount of knots he’ll have to comb out to make it presentable again. “ Fuck if I know. Swear I only zoned out for a minute and came back to her tryin’ t’ cultivate an entire forest up there. Or a bird’s nest, maybe? “ He wouldn’t put it past her to pull a cheeky little stunt like that, mind already going over all the options open to him to get some payback. “ Somethin’ to watch would be good, I guess. We still got some snacks in the kitchen. “
❝ Alright, then. I’ll let you go and pick whatever on the TV. And... I won’t judge, I swear. ❞ Not that Yufi minds the shows Lea selects on television on any regular day. She doesn’t know enough about whatever is airing to have a real decision on it. Sometimes she’s honestly confused by whatever is going on, whether it is an extreme baking competition or an amateur obstacle course or an over-dramatic retelling of a story, and asks questions about the narrative portrayed. Lea must not mind too much, she thinks, because he always takes the time to explain the exposition or purpose of the show. As long as she enjoys them, Yufi figures that’s the most important part-- even though she recognizes it as nothing less than weird.
While she leaves him to go peruse whatever he wants from the pantry, Yufi is scrambling into their shared bedroom to find various hair accessories to make this job easier. Brushes, fine-tooth combs, hair clips to section things out, scrunchies (what? he does have a lot of hair). But then, figuring she could use all the help she could get, she slips into the bathroom to grab his scented conditioner, too. Whatever works, right? If she was going to be so kind to help him with his hair and not complain about his shows, he could just accept the process in which she chose to do so.
Finally, remembering that hair can be easier to detangle when wet, she grabs a spray bottle she often uses to mist the plants in their windowsill. Her hodgepodge of haircare is carefully dropped onto a side table on the side of their sofa, and Yufi sits with legs astride, prepared for Lea to sit on the floor and leaned between them. She even tosses one of their throw pillows on the ground for the extra cushion.
❝ I promise to be gentle. But know that it’ll probably take me a while because of that. So don’t rush me too much, alright? The goal is to get through this with like...90% of your hair intact. Say farewell to your other strands now while you can. ❞
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Richter is as kind as he is dangerous, or was it that his sincerity in all things contributed to how vicious he could be? His abilities both mental and physical suit him, and Yufi can think of no better partner to form an affiliation with. For all concerns he holds are ever sweet, and his requests are behest in such a way that still respects her. Not a pity, nor a sympathy: he appeases her in ways she’s specified--with space--and she’s ever appreciative that he’s never seemed to consider her a burden.
Though it’s not as if she’s dissatisfied with the option presented upon them, upon her, for she still has full intentions to join in the pursuit and eradication of said plague which has afflicted itself upon this place.
❝ I’ll go. I just wanted you to know that I am very much more aware of spirits than I am of otherworldly creatures. I hope that this ability is more assistance than a hindrance today. I told you I would stay with you, didn’t I? And I meant it. I’ll never go back on my word. ❞
@bloodfcst | ❝ Just to be completely transparent… since my mom died, I feel like I’m super attuned to ghosts. And that place is *mega* haunted. Do we have to go inside? It makes me… uncomfy. I thought we were vampire hunters and demon exterminators, not…. ghost adventurers. ❞ @ richter !
“ Yufi… Had I known you were uncomfortable with this, I would not have asked you to join me. ” Richter feels badly for not even considering the possibility, but he tells himself there was no way he could have been aware of such things unless he asked, and so he tries not to dwell on it. Try being the keyword.
“ —- I cannot turn back, unfortunately. I do this task at the behest of another, a local priest, who wishes to see this place cleansed and these spirits put to rest, but… he fears that the danger here is too great, and that there may be demons present. ” Once his explanation is finished, Richter offers Yufi a gentle smile, a small part of his attempt at reassuring her. “ If you want to wait outside while I do this, I will not think ill of you. ”
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