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Private and Highly Selective, Independent Multi-Muse Original Character Roleplay blog as written by Boo. Mutuals only.

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 ── .✦

The boy knew she wanted him to quote, collaborate, unquote with her, but he didn’t think he had the skills or reputation for it. Wouldn’t she be better off collaborating with more seasoned content creators? Why drag him into this? He’d only lower her ratings and engagement with his poorly articulated thoughts.

Pausing in his act of eating the slice of a lemon cake, he lowered his voice, muttering a bit, “But why do you need my opinion on any of this stuff for it?”

[I’m furthering the plot; @aeviterncl ]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

He hadn't slept well the night before either. He was tired too. He kept circling through the same two questions every single time he saw this guy, blue hair with blue eye or brown hair with brown eyes— he couldn't understand why Kai hadn't bothered to kill him yet. He was so desperate to know and ask (no, he wanted a different reason than it being just for money, which also wouldn't make sense as to why he was prolonging the final act). Then again, the person he was leaning on wasn't the hunter per se. It was the other one, the one he didn't quite know too well since he hardly said anything.

His fingers tugged the folds of Kai's sleeve, interrupting the other's process of scribbling in his journal as the witch snuggled up even more against his arm, ❝ What are you drawing this time? ❞ he asked as normally as he could manage. His eyes didn't meet Kai's at all, but rather focused on the page the other was working on.

[@aeviterncl, building up some bonding moments with personality 2]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

After having stood at one of those stalls himself, Shi returned to Ansel's side with a tray that held two orders of tangyuan, each paper holder having a set of 3 balls in it and a spoon to eat said dish with. He held out the tray to his friend, leaning in a bit close to make sure he could hear the explanation over all the noise.

❝ These are glutinous rice balls, ❞ he began to explain, ❝ each one has a different filling. I wasn't sure if you preferred sweet or savory, so I got us both the red bean filling and the sesame ones. The red bean paste ones are the sweeter flavor. ❞

Leaning back to give proper space again, Shi turned to look at the sight of the festival, admiring the sight of all the lanterns, firecrackers, and the sheer amount of families happily partaking in the festivities. It really had been too long since he really had gone with someone, let alone someone who he actually didn't feel so guarded with. Although, he still felt a bit anxious. He could still feel eyes on him from miles away.

Attempting to ignore the feeling of being watched, the redhead continued to casually explain some more about the treat, ❝ They say if you eat these, you'll bring good luck and happiness to your family for the new year. ❞ He sure hoped some luck would shine on himself too, for it seemed everything had been crashing and burning up until this small moment of reprieve.

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl/ unprompted.

The boy always made sure to return with every bit of blood washed and cleaned away, but sometimes, he still saw the red hue cover his hands despite knowing the physical thing was long gone. What if Gracie thought he was betraying her for the things he was doing? He was scared of her finding out about what he did during his home visits. He didn’t want her to know, didn’t want to scar her heart even more. Zerah already knew how much she suffered because of her previous asshole of a boyfriend and he didn’t want to do the same thing to her. He didn’t want to be the same as that guy, yet he felt like he was inching closer and closer to betraying her kindness and acceptance.

Zerah wished he could summon more words, but his voice died in his throat. He didn’t dare to elaborate. How could he even explain his responsibility? How could he even word it so that Gracie would still wholeheartedly and confidently accept this new layer she’d uncover about him?

Nuzzling his against her neck, he gently squeezed her and murmured against her skin, ❝ I love you, Gracie. No matter what. ❞

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

He was always just a little bit different every time he came back from visiting home. Zerah's words, not expected, but still not overly surprising as she stood there holding him as tightly as she could. It was moments like these that she felt he could slip through her fingers, forcing her cold hands not to shake against her boyfriend's back as she imagined the possibilities he could throw at her. "Never." She was sure of her answer without ever needing to know the true weight of those words, blindly in love with everything about Zerah. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but keeping him at her side.

Just as she began refining the edges of the teeth she had formed on the sculpture's face with a tool, the door to the studio opened with a loud sound, causing Moira to yelp and accidentally cut the pad of her finger with the carving knife she had in her hand. Blood quickly trickled down her finger, and she dropped the tool to bring her finger to her lips. Surely some saliva would be enough to soothe—wait, she had clay on her hands. That wasn't a viable method right now.

Her heart rate spiking from the injury, Moira looked up to see who had startled her. Ah, it was the very professor she was thinking about. And... to be caught literally sculpting his visage was very awkward.

❝ I-It's not what you think... ❞ she began to explain, stammering her words as heat rose to her cheeks, dusting them in a faint red hue.

God, what a horrible time and place to be caught in.

[Michi/Moira; @aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

Michi was often the last to leave his department at night, usually choosing to stay late to do his work rather than force his way through sunny mornings any sooner than just in the nic of time to teach his AM classes. He was by far the professor with the heaviest afternoon schedule, other professors preferring to teach as early as possible to leave as soon as they can manage. Not only did Michi function better the farther into the day it got, his room stayed cool with curtains drawn - often using the outside as a distraction when questioned why the blinds in his room were always drawn. He liked being around after classes, keeping an idea on the studio rooms and working quietly in his own classroom so he could be there until the last student left.

Then he rewarded himself often with his host.

He let out a low sigh as he finished up on this particular evening, the classroom around him darker than he realized - probably he should have turned on a light. Passerbys would probably question his willingness to sit in the dark, the simple fact might even raise suspicions with...no one in particular.

It was fine, Michi was almost sure he was alone. At least in this section of the department. That sureness fell away as he made his way to double check the classroom studios for students that truly had no business still being here. He could hear her heartbeat almost instantly, his hand resting just momentarily before he opened the door and took in the sight in front of him. Blood. He startled her and she fucking cut herself. Michi didn't even register what Moira was actually working on as he clasped his lips tightly shut without a word. Eyes transfixed on the blood dripping down her finger as she brought it to her lips with a tortured expression on his face.

The door chimed at his entry and for once, the place was actually empty. It was a rare sight, but that also meant Shi could ask him a personal question without much fuss or bother other customers waiting to order. Stepping up to the counter to meet Ansel, he made his order of a hot oolong tea. Normally, he would've gathered his things and left the counter, but this time he lingered, waiting for Ansel to finish punching in his order.

Adjusting the strap of his bag, he took a breath and posed the invitation, ❝ Ansel, would you like to go to a festival with me next week? ❞

It was only after he said it that Shi realized he really hadn't spoken to Ansel at all lately. His mind and time had been filled with nothing but that witch hunter, and the redhead felt the awkwardness creep up inside him. How did he used to talk to him before? Why did talking to his friend feel so wrong now? Was it the guilt of having left him for such a long while without communication?

Almost trying to backtrack, the boy tacked on an opening for Ansel to refuse if he wanted to, ❝ If you aren't free, that's alright. ❞

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

The cafe had a rare lull, Ansel spending his time cleaning the counter and watching the time slowly tick by until he could go home and lay in bed. He'd just come out of his holiday slump. The duel haired male almost grateful to not be overly busy as he did his best to step back into his routine.

He looked up as the bell above the door went off, blinking twice as he processed Shi was who walked into the cafe. When was the last time they'd even seen each other? Ansel took time off every year for the holidays, though the last time he could remember having seen his friend was...when that stalker had pushed him and he'd walked out.

He took his order as normal, not surprised when Shi ordered something different from the last time he could remember, though why hadn't he gone to sit down? Ansel tried not to overthink it, wondering if he was about to be scolded for disappearing without a trace, distracting himself with making his friend's tea.

@aeviterncl

Michi wouldn't consider showing up to the host club several times a week much of an accomplishment, but he did it anyways. It was a good distraction when he was really thirsty, at least being able to drink something. He only remained that solid minded about it until he had one too many, Lavr never seemed to bat an eye when it took him a little bit more than the average human to actually get a buzz going. He didn't bother to hide his fangs each time they appeared in front of his host, why bother. Michi reaction times when drunk were never that impressive, and there was something that Michi...almost trusted about this guy.

Michi had even started requesting Lavr when needed, enjoying the energy the other gave and being almost positive there was something not so...human going on there, too. Not that Michi cared.

He was laying down on the grass when he heard someone approach, and within seconds, a familiar visage appeared and looked down at him. Ah, it was Ansel. Of course, this was his friend's special spot after all. It was likely they'd run into each other here.

Not even mentioning a hello, the redhead simply laid there quietly as Ansel moved to take a seat beside him in silence. Honestly, Shi didn't even know what to do. He couldn't be normal, and he hadn't been ever since that witch hunter saved his life. Everything he knew had been turned upside down All these emotions and thoughts were overwhelming. He didn't know what to do with them. Nothing he did to cope was working either.

Finally, he found it in himself to ask a question aloud, asking absolutely nobody in particular as his gaze fixed on the blue sky above, ❝ Is there... something wrong with me? ❞

He slowly turned his head to Ansel, ❝ I don't understand... what I'm supposed to do. ❞

But how could Ansel shed light on anything when he had none of the context to grasp what Shi was talking about?

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

He'd just started regularly visiting at the pack house again, taking his time to slowly start coming back around as Bea and he tried to see eye to eye and at least sit on slightly better terms. He wasn't going to move back in, even though that was what the majority of the pack wanted. Nothing like that would happen over his own dead body, but it was nice to check in and see all the members out of wolf form every once in a while. And while he was out here, he might as well visit...was there someone there? It couldn't be a pack member, he'd just seen them all inside mere moments ago. so... Ansel couldn't help his anxiety rising as he moved closer, simply alarmed until he realized just who it was invading his space. Shi. He stared down at him for a few moments, taking his leave after to sit down next to where Shi was laying. The werewolf had debated on leaving once he realized someone else was here, not having expected to share the space, but more than happy that Shi was using it as it seemed he was struggling with something on his mind. Is there... something wrong with me?

[@aeipathcy; I’m not signed in on the right blog]

@aeipathcy / unprompted.

Medusa wasn't known for holding back. You could almost always read the girl's emotions simply by looking at her face. Hiding emotions had been a before in the incident type of thing, she wasted no time trying to cater to his man's feelings as it was. But then he continued to bother them, apparently not picking up on neither of them wanting him around, and clearly unaware of how deadly of a weapon each of them truly were. Calm down.

Her breath caught as she felt Larisa's hair touch her skin, the pull on her sleeve causing her to take a step back. She was every last bit as spiteful as she'd been a moment ago, but Larisa was right. Medusa couldn't afford to lose her cool in this public of a place. Green eyes glared a hole in the ground instead, staying rooted in place right next to the redhead, there for emotional support as well as -- "Get the hell away from us, before you regret it." The only thing Medusa had caught this time around was the man taking a step forward, merely seeing his shoes move as she tried to level her breathing. "Now."

Honestly, for a hunter determined to kill him, there sure was a lot of nothing going on in the past hour. It was strange to simply be silently sitting around and drinking hot chocolate and working on individual things like nothing was wrong, but Shi had noticed that every visit into his home meant Kai's demeanor would change to something much less intent on taking his life. In fact, this demeanor was softer and much quieter, less intimidating.

Shi glanced at the wrapped stationery notebook and sketchbook sitting on the coffee table beside him. On top of those two wrapped books sat a wrapped up set of colored pens. The witch had noticed the number of times the person beside him had been writing or drawing something in a notebook, so it was probably a safe bet that he got him some new ones. He had gotten a writing notebook in purple and a sketchbook in lavender.

Now was probably the best time to hand the gifts over.

Reaching for the stack of wrapped presents, Shi took them into his hands, adjusted his grip so that he could free up one hand, then tapped Kai on the shoulder to grab his attention from the notebook he was writing in, ❝ I don't mean to interrupt you, but I have something for you, ❞ he gently spoke up in order to not startle the hunter too much.

The fact he had even bothered to get a gift considering their relationship was completely strange, but Shi couldn't help but want to do something. After all, there were times where they were... maybe friends.

❝ Merry Christmas, ❞ Shi said with a soft smile, holding out the stack of gifts to his guest.

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

This personality was softer...uh, safer, but Kai could come back out at any point. Still, the more Shi let them into his home, the more relaxed he felt each time around. He could tell that Kai wasn't overly impressed with this....quiet friendship that he'd been making with their victim. Though, Kai hadn't been doing very well at not getting close to Shi either. He had no doubt that this point that Shi could tell a difference between them, even if the red haired male hadn't quite pointed it out to either of them. As much as he felt so solidly in control, the anxiety of being pushed back in kept him quiet. Sitting there next to Shi and simply writing just for something for his hands to do. What if he said the wrong thing? Movement next to him almost made him jump, hands already shaking as he tried to level his breathing. Not sure what it was about this particular visit, though he was sure it had something to do with the book that was weighing down his bag. The tap on his shoulder made him startle, rolling his eyes at himself. It was painfully obvious that this second personality had no malice in him, but he could at least pretend like he'd be able to put up a fight if something actually happened. Though, it wasn't like he wanted Shi dead in the same sense that Kai did. Then again...he wasn't actually that sure that, that was still Kai's primary goal when it came to the witch next to him.

Contact clad eyes flicked to meet Shi's as he set his notebook aside, curious as to what he'd been drawing his attention to. Presents? Shi had gotten Kai a gift? No, gifts. He let out a breath, swallowing before gently reaching over to take the wrapped items out of the witch's hands. Merry Christmas.

Balancing the packages on his lap as he reached for his bag and dug around. Ah, So Kai hadn't taken it out. The personality produced his own wrapped item, a second hand version of his favorite book - a retelling of Beauty and the Beast. "Ah, t-this is for you. Merry Christmas." He matched Shi's tone, holding the book out and hoping that it wasn't painfully obvious how nervous he was by the slight shake of his hands. He looked back down at the gifts in his lap then, picking up the first one and unwrapping it. Eyes widened when he saw it was a package of colored pens, it almost gave way to what could potentially have come with it. A notebook and sketchbook were unwrapped next, the personality sitting for a mere moment in awe before he looked up at Shi with a small smile gracing his lips. "Thank you. These will be really useful." Truthfully, he couldn't wait to dig into the pretty pens, always loving the variety it gave, still a little awestruck that Shi had bothered to get anything for Kai at all, considering he'd been assigned to murder him. It made it less weird to give him something in return rather than being the only person to give something over.