@skarletchains asked:

1. for one muse to wake up after sustaining an injury and find the other at the side of their bed

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Everything felt heavy, tiredness deep in their bones... Their shoulder and hip ached. Why did it ache? Oh... Right. She got hurt. Uninjured hand lifted groggily, rubbing at her own face as she slowly opened her eyes, observing the blanket over her body. ... Why was she in a bed? ... Nervous, King's hands felt to her neck, it was missing... Her neck, it was bandaged, but her choker was missing. Frown lines furrowed her forehead, eyebrows bunching. They took her necklace... Why? Ah... They probably thought her wound was fresh... This happened often with hospitals... Wait. Who brought her here? Tired blue eyes swiveled from one side of the bed to the other, finally landing on someone in the room. It was Kurapika?

"... Thank you. Give me time and I'll repay you for this. ... Though, if you wouldn't mind doing me a favor and finding my necklace that they took? These bandages aren't exactly my style."

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Black hair plastered over bright blue eyes. Drunken flush on pale flesh, and blood red wine dripped down their chin. A smeared hue of black lipstick on the bottle and smudging outside the bounds of their lips. They looked at the other, even if they could not see King's eyes, King could see their eyes. King tried to figure out who this person was based on appearance, but the hoodie obscured any hints, and the voice wasn't familiar. Not that it ever would be. King knew nothing about this land, other than the oh so spooky Dark Knight being the ever so rich Bruce Wayne, and a few other major members of the society. But this person… No, nothing came to mind. But this was Gotham, they knew that much thanks to the dumb umbrella and the oppressively dreary appearance of everything. That was the beauty of worlds, they often appeared exactly as portrayed. Gotham likely never saw true warmth and sunshine due to it's creators… Slowly they processed what was said, about maybe the rain likely killing them. A snort of laughter and then a cough following quickly as they sat up more appropriately, not intending to choke on wine. They rubbed their soaked face, pushing their hair down over their eyes instead of away, hiding the top half of their face behind blue black bangs. A mention of their wine and King's lips quirked up in a smile, responding casually.

"… Nothin' can end m', but I 'preciate th' offer. I prefer beers 'r… anythin' 'cept wine, but… it seemed fittin'. To drink 'er favorite. 'r th' closest I could get to 'er favorite. In 'er memory an' all that."

King's fingers curled around the bottle but then they sighed and offered it towards the other. It was a rich Cabernet Sauvignon wine. Full of blackberry, plum, mocha, black currant, black cherry, cocoa, and oak spice. But to King it just tasted like fancy juice, they weren't one for particulars, and wine wasn't their favorite drink anyway.

"Either ye're 'ere t' try t' rob me an' kill me, 'r you're gonna try this an' I'mma get th' fuck up off this we' ass groun'."

King stood up, slow, cautious, like they were wary of their own limbs, which only made sense given their drunken state. They pulled off the diamond heel and stared at it, the gems beautiful and glittery despite the rain.

I wonder if anyone needs precisely one shoe? Maybe I can get the diamonds out for cash? … Hmph.

They stared at it in silence before glancing up to see if the other person had drank any of the wine yet, or if they were just standing there. They glanced towards the water and back at the hooded figure.

"… … … I wasn' gonna jump. Jumpin' an' drownin's one 'f th' more painful ways t' die anyway. I's too slow…"

Shit. Why'd they say that? Ah. Drunk. Of course. Maybe they aught to try to practice lying and shutting the fuck up when drunk.

"Do you ever wonder if you're worth it in the end?" (From Gokudera from my inbox call)

King slipped a straw into the canned lemonade from the nearby vending machine. Sipping for a moment as they considered his words. "Do you ever wonder if you're worth it in the end?" Does King wonder if they're worth it? Worth what? The trouble? Sure. They know so much about the worlds, and they have an infallible desire to protect. Which means they'd take care of you no matter what even if they were the problem. Worth worrying over? No. They don't. They aren't worth your worries and concerns. They're reckless, they know it, their life is only worth being treasured in their home world. Out here, in the vast expanse of universes, the world is a mess and they don't need to worry about what's fatal and what's not. Worth loving? Ah. That one was hard. They wanted love, so dearly, desperately, like a dog clawing straight up a 90° angle trying to reach something unattainable. They usually got nowhere with their attempts at love because it was hard to open up about it all. What idiot would love someone like them anyway? Truly love them. Even if it was just as a friend... No, loving them would probably get someone hurt... They had seen it before.

"... Yes and no. Sometimes I wonder why someone would like me, even as a friend. I'm a liar. I'm temperamental. I'm selfish and irresponsible. I can be impatient and I have a huge ego about some things. Some days I'm insecure. I don't feel I'm always worth it."

King tilted their head forward and sighed, shoulders slouching at the admission, of baring their heart to him, continuing.

"But I know I have to be. I wouldn't still be alive if I wasn't. If I'm worth it to no one, I'm at least worth it to me. I'm smart. I'm fast. I'm loyal and reliable, and I'm very confident. I'm trustworthy, and I'm good with handling etiquette based things... I'm confident in my skills. I know where I'm needed and I have a place to belong at. Your question isn't if I'm worth it every second though... Or if I believe I am. You asked if I ever wonder if I'm worth it."

King straightened up, exhaling slowly to relax themself. They turned to look into his eyes, the straw rolling around in the can that was gathering condensation on the outside in the heat. They sounded intense as they spoke three words to him, giving their answer finally to his question.

"All the time."

@whiskeysmulti

Meta. Headcanon. Idk.

King is well versed in traveling universes. They know they can easily get back to a world once they leave it, including the specific version of that world. But they don't believe they can return to a world once they die in it. They don't realize that they can- it just hinges on someone in that world that has met them still being alive and bothering to remember them at all. They haven't tried beyond trying to return to one world that they lived 3 years in. They can't return to that world.

I am... Not eager to write this. BUT HERE WE GO. T.T Once I finish this I'll be posting my ca-rr-d and then I can start following folks Like I been saying I'll do. XD I'm also getting images commissioned of every named OC in the backstory- So that's great. XD

BOLD what your muse experiences, ITALICIZE leaning.

Character Select -> : Ryuusa King Evans

Alcoholism. Amnesia. Anxiety. Appetite Loss. Binge Eating. Co-Dependence. Cynicism. Defensiveness. Denial. Depersonalization. Depression. Derealization. Devaluation. Displacement. Dissociation. Drug Abuse. Dysphoria. Emotional Detachment. Flashbacks. Flat Affect. Guilt. Hallucinations. Hypersomnia. Hypervigilance. Hypochondria. Idealization. Insomnia. Intellectualization. Introjection. Isolation. Low Self Esteem. Narcissism. Night Terrors. Obsessive Compulsion. Overeating. Panic Attacks. Passive Aggression. Paranoia. Phobias. Projection. Psychosis. Rationalization. Regression. Repression. Restrictive Eating. Risky Sex. Self-Harm. Somatization. Splitting. Sublimation. Suicidal Ideation. Sleepwalking. Suppression. Thousand Yard Stare. Triggers. Trust Issues. Violence. Whiplash. Temper.

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@ryusxnka asked:

[ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them.

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King thought she was doing great at hiding it from Toushiro. She managed it for the whole fight..! But ugh. Here she was, caught.

"I'm fine. It'll heal on it's own I'm sure. You really shouldn't use energy on scolding me about this. You should know I can't die anyway. I'm not like everyone else." I just... Won't be around anymore, but I won't be dead.

The wound definitely wouldn't just 'heal on it's own' but King was ever the one to trivialize her own injuries. And having someone around to notice her was... not something she was used to. Usually she was always on her own, running solo. Not a lot of worlds had people who were friendly enough to bond with, even as acquaintances.

@queenharumiura asked:

[ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver ((OOC: I think this one sounds interesting? Feel free to ignore if it's no good))

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King smiled gently to Haru and shook her head at her. The panic that had occurred when King's eyes swelled with tears was... endearing. It wasn't Haru's fault. No one knew King had once had kids, nor that Haru looked enough like her daughter in that moment that King had a swell of emotion hit. It happened often, remembering those that she's lost.

Would she have grown up to look as pretty as Haru does now..? "I'm okay, I promise. I'm sorry- I just-... Hahhhh how do I explain this? I just-" Deep breath, calm down. You're fine. "I remembered something and it's one of those things that can't be changed. So I got a little emotional. I'm alright now though, thank you, Haru-san."

@skarletchains asked:

Imprisoned

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It had been a while since they were captured. They had been stripped of their items, as all prisoners were. Gemstones, earrings, backpack, and any sharp things, were taken from them. They were too dazed and starved to fight it. Honestly, they figured it'd just be a rather painful death, being imprisoned. Maybe they could get out, but things were looking a bit too bleak for their liking. They were torn down to just their t-shirt and shorts, chains weighing and binding their wrists to their ankles, stuck in a kneeling position in front of the cage. Was this a kidnapping? A false imprisonment? They didn't know. Not many answers were given, and for every question was instead a harsh beating. Resigning themselves to settling down and not asking for anything, they bided their time and listened. There was the distant sounds of a fight, but King assumed it was simply them beating someone else. Were there others here to be beaten? King didn't know. Slowly, they looked up and saw the bright flashlight shone into their face had them squinting at the figure behind it, a disgruntled look across their face. They still had their typical attitude, glaring defiantly at the person, they assumed their captor, who dared to shine a light in their eyes after keeping them in the dark chained up for so long. Their voice cracked when they first tried to speak, and they dryly swallowed before hissing out in a deeper and more graveled tone than usual-

"Get that shit out of my face."

The light dipped to the side and a moment of confusion swept King's expression, not expecting their anger to be heeded. But as soon as they could see easier, immediate relief and a blossom of conflicting feelings bloomed in them. Golden hair, like a halo around his head, and gray contact lenses in his eyes... Was he here to save them? Or was there a false bounty on their head?

"Ah-...hah..." Light laughter left them, ringing oddly in the cell they knelt in. "My angel of death... Come to claim my soul for yourself or free me from my shackles?"

Cheeky attitude. A smile twitched the corners of their lips, wanting to present a strong front to him, even though they looked like a complete mess.

@heavens-sin asked:

My love for you is like the stars during the day. You might not see it easily, but it exists infinitely. ♡ though . . . have i ever mentioned There is no nuclear mass genocide without u and i?

so when can we fuc-

I see heaven in your eyes, and when you hold me I become a weapon for your love. Save me, break me, either way I'll make you king. ♥ I love you. ... Let's go commit mass genocide, dearest.

When are you fre-

rules : you can only say “guilty” or “innocent”. you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages or asks you. repost, don’t reblog!

asked someone to marry you? Guilty kissed one of your friends? Guilty danced on a table in a bar / tavern? Guilty ever told a lie? Guilty had feelings for someone you can’t have? Guilty ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty kissed a picture? Guilty slept until 5pm? Guilty fallen asleep at work / school? Guilty held a snake? Guilty been suspended from school? Guilty worked at a fast food chain / restaurant? Innocent stolen something? Guilty been fired from a job? Innocent done something you regret? Guilty laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? Guilty caught a snowflake on your tongue? Guilty kissed in the rain? Guilty sat on a roof top? Guilty kissed someone you shouldn’t have? Innocent sang in the shower? Guilty been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on? Guilty shaved your head? Innocent slept naked? Guilty made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry? Innocent shot a gun? Guilty still loved someone you shouldn’t? Guilty have / had a tattoo? Guilty liked someone, but will never tell who? Guilty been too honest? Guilty ruined a surprise? Innocent been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty stalked someone? Innocent thoughts about murder? Guilty still have communication w/ your ex? Innocent how about mass murder? Guilty cheated on someone? Innocent gotten so angry that you cried? Guilty tried to stay away from someone for their own good? Guilty thoughts about suicide? Guilty had a girlfriend / boyfriend? Guilty gotten totally drunk during a holiday? Guilty

Fingers curled around the hilt of the sword, death gripping the hilt against the guard.

It was just a dream. Just a dream. Nothing more. Breathe in. Slow. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Breathe out. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Again... You can come down from this... She's gone. They're gone. It's done. You can't feel the grip of death anymore. That life is over. You're okay. It's gonna be okay...

King's thumb lifted to go over the guard of the sword, intruding close to the blade but not intending to go further. Just to touch nearby, the reach of their thumb grounding them, not intending to graze the blade. They reached for their bow and full quiver at their desk, planning to go outside and shoot some arrows into their target in the yard. It was cold, the chill of the weather on their thin pajamas would wake them up, and ground them to this reality.

Existence was hard, when you considered if your life was merely a story written out for another's interest. But King knew, much like how many other's in their worlds, lived very real lives- even if they were written by people in her own world- that they were still very real people. Just like she was. So maybe she was a character in someone's story, she could only hope that her true end wouldn't come anytime soon.

An arrow fired, solidly missing the target. King made a sound that was likely intended to be a tch but it came out more like kck, in which case they may as well have just said the English word kick as a sound effect instead. Another arrow, lined up, and shot just as haphazardly. But it was less of a careless shot and more of a take my feelings with you shot, the chill of the snow settling into their skin, cold and soggy. This shot swished clear over the top of the target, clattering off of the fence behind the target. King frowned, and pulled another three more arrows out, hands cluttered with them, King lined shot after shot, firing as quick as they could draw the string back. Angry, frustrated, cold, dead, everything ached and didn't. It was a sick nauseating feeling, and King's only way to know how to get rid of these feelings was to fight something, but it was an inane hour of 04:06 in the morning hours, and King was not about to call up their mother for a sparring session. So firing arrows in the dead of winter into a distant target was the best they could do in the moment.

Soon they felt... aware. And a little less like someone was hunting them through the dark of the night. Their heart had slowed down to manageable pace, and their mind was no longer trying to tell them to look over their shoulder. Finally, enough to sleep again. Maybe insomnia would be a generous mistress and leave King be for the night. Perhaps morning would be more accurate, since they could see the sky lightening in preparation for the sunrise...

"Hahh... I should get inside..."

The clock flashed at their desk, notifying them it was 06:34 when they set their weapons down to rest.

MORALITY CHALLENGE .

murder / manslaughter / assault / robbery / breaking & entering / theft / embezzlement / money-laundering / kidnapping / torture / blackmail / arson / trespassing / treason / libel or slander / obstruction of justice / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon / espionage / riot / escape from lawful custody / contempt of court / public intoxication / conspiracy / accessory to a crime / harboring a fugitive / bribery / perjury under oath / resisting arrest / identity theft / corporate fraud / tax fraud / document forgery / destruction of evidence / assassination / counterfeiting / sale of a controlled substance / purchase of a controlled substance / failure to pay child support / hacking crimes / threat / pick-pocketing / shoplifting

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Satori my love,

I long to tell you how much I love you. This love and the way it filled my heart... Slowly, like coffee brewing in the morning while you slumbered silently in the sunbeams. Steadily, like the build up of snow outside the window. Quietly, like my footsteps as I step forth, hesitant to wake you from such a gentle sleep. But when I realized I was in love... It was like the way your eyes flashed open when I touched your cheek, chilled by my cold hands. Sudden and filled with shock.

I long to let you know, just how much I ache for you. For now, I'll settle for your disapproving laughter as I reach forth to touch you again and again- stealing any warmth and joy you'll give me with my trembling hands. Savoring every blissful moment you'll give to this terrified and damned soul.

I'll hold this secret deep inside, cradling my feelings tightly. They're so deep and overflowing inside of me, like the coffee in our mugs, the sensation of adoration and giving pouring from me like vapors through the air. I'm afraid you'll notice before I'm ready to tell you. I'm not scared to admit it, I'll whisper it to the night, scream it to the skies, anything you ask- but I am scared to be the one to tell you. I'd rather you discover it in the way I treasure your most intimate moments. The soft breath as you warm your hands in the chill of winter air. The way the snow melts against your warm cheeks in soft dewdrops.

I long for you. Even now, after you're gone. I long for you. The blood never quite washed from my hands, I still feel it deep in my skin. The sound of your last words to me haunt my mind. Lilting in and out of my brain at the worst of times. I still wake up, turn over, and expect to hold you only to be met with the empty coldness of the bed.

I think one day I'll be okay. One day it won't hurt to see blue eyes across the room, or glimpse white hair in the middle of the street... But just like every love, you'll always be irreplaceable. I don't ever want to forget that feeling of love from you. But I know you'll forgive me if one day I move forward with my life. I love you.

Ryuusa.

Slender fingers curled around a soft rosy cheek, scarred sensitive palms rubbing across soft skin in a gentle touch. Tears swelled in blue eyes, pooling onto dark lashes and teasing to spill down pale cheeks. King's eyes were soft, longing, filled with anguish and pain, laced with love like an addict on drugs. Their touch was gentle, afraid, fingers soft and cool against warm skin. Their hand pushed forward, caressing shock white hair, soft and delicate, like they were afraid the other would vanish if the touch was too fast.

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."

Laughter echoed in the air, it felt like summer sunshine on King's skin, synesthesia making the vision all the more real and tragic. The sound was forgiving, but it felt damning to them. The laughter was a haunting sound- one that would pain them for all of eternity. King reached forward, knowing very well the more they pulled at the image before them, the further it would unravel. The ache was a yawning void inside them though, and the sleepless nights were catching up, so the sensible choice of remaining at a distance from the woman was... Not a viable option. They grasped for white strands of hair, intending to pull the woman in to feel the warmth of her skin against their cooled skin, lips parting to kiss the other's cheek. In moment, everything fizzled away, like vapors vanishing into the atmosphere. Tears rolled hot across cold skin, feeling hot enough to burn, but only leaving behind tear tracks down their cheeks. It felt like the ocean swelled from within King's soul, rending every word from their lips into an indecipherable sob. It ached something fierce inside, and all King was left with was the knowledge that the beautiful face was merely an apparition of their memories. Memories that one day would be consumed by the passage of time, leaving them alone with an ache that they could never again place.

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