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//A DEAD BODY WALKING//
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PSA, SPREAD THIS POST LIKE WILDFIRE.
one of my followers informed me of a pedophile that was on my following list that had proof and testimony from the minor involved and everything. i blocked them already of course, but i was given screenshots and link to a comment they left as evidence to prove to tumblr staff that they were being predatory to a minor. i gave the report links to the screenshots, and a link to the comment they left, describing the situation in nature.
tumblr's report system only accepts links directly from the predator's blog as proof.
this is harmful because if there's a predator who is dming kids and reaching out to them privately, of course they're not going to make any posts about it. they know what they're doing is wrong and they don't wanna be discovered. this is an absolutely heinous way of taking in reports about child exploitation / assault because of course the perpetrator isn't going to post anything on their blog because they know it's going to raise flags and get them banned.
tumblr refusing to take proof from screenshots and from other blogs shows that they are continuing to uplift the patriarchy and the society we live in that shows that predators can get away with their actions and continue to harm innocents that don't deserve it because of their predatory nature. please reblog this or repost it or copy and paste or do whatever you can so we can try to get tumblr to change this because this is fucked up, heinous, and not right.
protect minors from pedophiles. do not let men continue to assault people. do not tumblr continue to uphold the patriarchal society that harms minorities. fuck this god awful fucking website and demand for a fucking change cause that's fucking disgusting and i hope whoever made the report system gets their fucking ass handed to, as well as whoever approved it.
Hello hi, I'm still alive!!! A heatwave has been kicking my ass, it was my birthday on Saturday, a lot has been going on. But now with my AC set up I might be able to finally get stuff done.
Wanna do some replies (haven't forgotten!!)
And finally work on the bios for my other characters so I can properly turn this into a multimuse blog. I have many ideas it's just ughhhhh too hot rn 😭 I'm barely surviving work 😭
The knife bites into the wood.
This time, the table does not resist.
It accepts.
Each letter carves cleanly, the grain parting without splintering, as if the surface has been waiting for this exact pressure, this exact shape. The sound is steady, grounding, not violent, not destructive. When the final line of the last letter is finished, the room holds still around it.
KAZUMI
The name does not fade.
It does not distort.
It remains.
The moment it is complete, something subtle shifts in the shop, not outwardly, not in spectacle, but in weight. The air changes the way it does just before rain, charged with something that has been building quietly for a long time.
Silent Hill does not repeat the name.
It does not need to.
It lets it exist in his own voice, in his own hands.
The sobbing does not echo.
It stays close to him, contained within the space like something being protected rather than exposed. The sunlight through the windows steadies, no longer flickering, no longer uncertain. It lands across the carved letters, illuminating them without washing them out.
On the wall behind the counter, new words begin to surface, slower than before, more deliberate. Not carved. Not forced.
Written.
As if the town has learned the difference.
A NAME IS NOT SOMETHING YOU ARE GIVEN TO KEEP YOU IN PLACE.
A pause.
The room breathes with him.
IT IS SOMETHING YOU RETURN TO.
The letters settle into the paint, quiet and certain.
The cracked pot he mended earlier holds firm. No soil spills. The ivy has crept further still, its leaves catching the light in small, stubborn patches of green. The shop does not transform into perfection. It remains imperfect, lived-in, real.
And because of that, it holds.
Somewhere deeper in the town, Ohn feels it.
Not as a sound.
As a loss of tension.
The thread that binds them does not snap, but it loosens, just enough to slip against itself. The certainty he carried, that ownership carved into bone and soul, falters for a single, dangerous second.
He can still find him.
But not as easily.
Not as absolutely.
Something has inserted itself between them, not cutting the bond, but redefining it.
Back in the shop, nothing rushes in to claim him.
No punishment follows the name.
No voice rises to overwrite it.
Silent Hill does not praise him.
It does something far more meaningful.
It leaves the name where he put it, in wood and breath and memory, and builds the silence around it into something that belongs to him.
For the first time, the town does not see a vessel.
It sees someone who remembered himself, and did not immediately lose it again.
Kazumi.
That name still felt strange to him, but he knew for a fact that this was him. Or is him. Kazumi, someone thrown out, used by a cruel world, forgotten, but here he was again. Kazumi. He had always wanted to own a flower shop and name it Kazumihana, a play on his name. Kazumi smiled. So this is how it felt to be your own person again. To know you are a person.
Ohn would be pissed off; he just knew that demon was this petty that he wouldn't just let this moment of self-realisation happen. This time, he wasn't feeling scared of Ohn; this time, he felt ready. He could face him; he had a name on his side, and he had himself. He didn't need Ohn, didn't need these stitches. Whether he would die for good after this or continue to live as himself, he didn't care.
Somewhere else, a demon was pacing nervously back and forth...
Ohn's hands were clenched into fists, his once perfectly doll-like appearance had morphed into something else, something... Ugly. Maybe it was hunger, or the realisation that something inevitable was about to happen.
Or even more simply, he was trying to be the scariest thing in this place. His sharp teeth had become jagged and yellow, tusks growing out of his upper jaw, his limbs thinner and ganglier. Ohn's posture wasn't stiff anymore; he was hunched over, his nails morphing into sharp talons, his hands becoming more like paws, his feet turning into hooves. Like a feral animal, he was huffing, breathing heavily, hissing and scratching the concrete, walking like a hulking beast. Gone was any shred of dignity, any pretence that he was above all this. Ohn was angry.
This was his true form.
A chimeric creature, boar-like, yet humanoid all the same, traces of something bird-like and feline, a head too heavy for his frail body to hold, yet held high. On all fours, he crawled, sniffing out Deadboy's scent.
"̷y̵o̵u̶ ̷c̶a̸n̸'̴t̴ ̶k̷e̴e̴p̵ ̸h̶i̷m̴ ̶f̸r̶o̵m̴ ̵m̴e̵ ̷f̷o̴r̵e̵v̸e̸r̶,̶"̸ Ohn spoke, with his true voice this time. A voice rumbling and ancient older than the world itself, "̷̈́ͅI̷̮̿ ̸͖͝c̴͇̔ä̴̳́n̷̥̈ ̷͓͌s̴̟̆ṁ̸̢e̶͎͋l̷̨̏l̶̼̓ ̷͈̀ḥ̸̐ĩ̶̭m̴̟̃,̶̫̔ ̴̖̊ę̴͝v̷̖̀e̸͖͑n̷͉̊ ̶͖̑n̸͎̿ȏ̵̠ẁ̵̬,̸̹̅ ̵͇̿I̵̲̓ ̸͕̓c̸̻̊a̵͈̎n̶̹̈́ ̸͔͊s̴̠͌m̵̮͑e̴̖͒l̵͍͊l̵͓͋ ̷̪͘h̴̩̑ĭ̸̪m̶͎͛ ̶͕̊n̴̯̽ȯ̷̗ ̴͉́m̷̤̈́a̴͇̒ț̸͝t̵̞̊ě̵͉r̷̜͝ ̵͙̇ẘ̵͚h̷̜͗a̵̲͆t̶̰͘ ̷̺̂y̶͉̔ö̸̪́u̶͉͘ ̷̛͉d̶̺̿ơ̶̗.̶̻̕.̶͕͌.̷͖̾"̴̣̅
Deadboy's scent hung in the air, this repulsive, pungent smell of flowers. His vessel used to smell of fear; his vessel used to fear him. Heavy drool flowed from Ohn's maw.
Ohn was hungry.
❝ I know you had to, darling, ❞ he croons, every syllable dripping with sweetness — honeyed, golden, decadent. But it wasn't real sugar. It's sucralose. The kind that'd leave a strange aftertaste if one paid close enough attention.
The Demon lowered himself, hands tenderly cupping Kazumi's cheeks, thumbs brushing away any blood his sleeves might have smeared. His touch was warm — too warm, warmer than any human's should be. ❝ I know because there's a reason I was sent here . . . ❞ he paused for dramatic effect, waiting to see how Kazumi would react. And —
Perfect, there it was. Kazumi already ' guessed ' he was an angel. He didn't even have to plant the idea with elaborations and convincing. This was going to be even easier than he thought. His smile widened, revealing pristine pearly teeth — all too amiable for the sinister intentions behind them.
❝ You got that right. I'm on a holy mission because something terrible has been happening on earth . . . ❞ the smile dropped, brows frowning, faux concern spreading across his face. ❝ The humans have been suffering greatly at the hands of . . . abusers, ❞ pronounced like it was a dirty, dirty word. ❝ When you put down one . . . I felt it. Heaven felt it. I think . . . we may have found our chosen one. Someone who can help save earth. ❞
Another long, heavy pause. Then he leaned in, voice softening into something almost reverent. ❝ There are others suffering like you. You're the first to free yourself . . . and you can be the one to free them, too. Do you understand ? ❞
The softness in his voice was a lie.
The hope he offered was bait.
And he hoped Kazumi would reach for it.
It had been ages since someone had touched him so gently. No violence, no punishment, a sincere and gentle gesture that he had missed, something he forgot could feel this good. Kazumi was almost ready to cry again, but he didn't want to appear too weak in front of this angel. Maybe crying in front of an angel was okay, but to him it felt wrong. He wanted to seem strong and capable for this holy mission.
Maybe he should've questioned the stranger's motive.
No one would fault him for having questions, but Kazumi had spent all his life alone, used by the people around him; any suggestion that there might be a better way to live, a way out of the pain and into something more beautiful and peaceful, all these ideas needed to be real to him. An angel appeared to him; it had to be real, because if it wasn't, he was just a murderer.
There was so much to process; his brain was still grappling with the act he had committed, now with an angel appearing, so much he was finding out. Then again, throughout history, people have been visited by angels, and things had turned out okay; why would this be any different?
Wordlessly, Kazumi embraced the angel, burying his face in his chest, such a warm body, a real body, he didn't feel this strange numb coldness anymore. In his head the angel was melting away the pain, keeping him safe.
He looked up "I... I want to help." Kazumi spoke "I need to help people. No one should be exploited like me. No one."

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So I'm thinking of rebranding as a multi muse
I have a lot of character ideas and I feel that getting more to play with will be the thing that will get my creative juices flowing! And don't worry, Deadboy is of course gonna be still here!
I'm sick at home so I'm gonna share the character ideas I got so far
Thief for hire with cybernetic augmentation (against his will)
Bisexual party boy who wants to destroy himself
Librarian who is unknowingly the reincarnation of an eldritch being and is haunted by faceless figures
Deadboy, of course, is going to be here
So I'm thinking of rebranding as a multi muse
I have a lot of character ideas and I feel that getting more to play with will be the thing that will get my creative juices flowing! And don't worry, Deadboy is of course gonna be still here!
Hawk gave a soft shake of his head. "A hundred? You could ask for more than that, Kaz." He lead the other back towards his place, opening the door and nodding for the younger man to join him. His apartment was small, but well furnished. It was clear that money wasn't much of an issue for him.
Opening his wallet, Hawk pulled out a a few hundreds and handed them over to the younger man. "Here. Keep the tip for yourself. You wanna take a shower?" He kicked his shoes off and moved to sit on the couch. He relaxed back, kicking his feet up and lounging around.
While he might have been paying for the other's time, but he didn't plan on treating Kazumi the way the boy surely expected. He didn't need to be paying for sex and the last thing he wanted was to make the other feel uncomfortable on his one night off.
Kazumi stood in the apartment not quite sure what to do. He was faced with a strange situation here. Should he shower? He has had moments where he trusted the wrong person and let his guard down, but he wanted to believe that not everyone was like that, that people would be kind to him just for the sake of it.
So he sat down, feeling vulnerable, afraid.
"I..." Kazumi paused, looking down at his lap, "I'm actually kind of hungry." What a stupid time to notice that he hadn't eaten all night, that his stomach was a painful void.
"My..." no, he couldn't say it, he didn't want his boyfriend to seem like a monster, he loved him after all, even if he was the one who told him not to eat before going out on the road ", I don't eat before I work. I need to look good for clients."
❝ I always pick a Britney Spears song. ❞ He raised both hands immediately, already bracing for judgment. ❝ Yeah, yeah, I know — pop sucks. But who the hell sings Godsmack at Karaoke ? ❞
Though with Kazumi tagging along, he may have to weigh his choices. Especially after Kazumi mentioned interest in a duet. His face scrunched into a frown. ❝ Really ? I've sung with someone else a few times. Sometimes with my friends. And a couple of times with my hateful wife . . . ❞ His hand waved. ❝ Back when she was not so hateful. When we first fell in love, before reality smacked us both in the face. ❞ He paused. ❝ We were also very drunk. ❞
Dude ushered Kazumi inside. The lights were bright, the music loud, and drunk people everywhere were already dancing their asses off. Dude sighed with content, like a man who had just came home from a long day of labor.
❝ Maybe we can also get very drunk and sing that Britney Spears song with Madonna. Me Against The Music, if you can keep up with it. ❞
It felt right, to actually go out and have fun. When was the last time he did that?
"I hope you don't mind me singing Limp Bizkit," he chuckled "yeah, I unironically like them. Don't judge me." he never actually shared what kind of music he liked with anyone. Despite his cute appearance, Kazumi loved hard, angry music, including metal, nu-metal, and grunge.
"But, you know, I hope you do sing Godsmack. That would be fun."
This whole place seemed like a different dimension. People were happy. Having fun, though it was bittersweet. He knew this wouldn't last. None of this could last.
"I don't want to get too drunk, you can drink though." he still had to work his second job, even after this.
//people have been talking about OCS and I wanna throw an old character I had in the mix: gentleman thief who steals for the love of the game or if he's paid to do so.
Lives fast and doesn't care if he dies cause he fucking hates himself
Potential faceclaim maybe 🤔🤔

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//people have been talking about OCS and I wanna throw an old character I had in the mix: gentleman thief who steals for the love of the game or if he's paid to do so.
Lives fast and doesn't care if he dies cause he fucking hates himself
Officially going low activity!
Heya everyone, I decided to mark my account as low activity! I'll still be on, just not as frequently and sometimes I might dip for a bit longer! I'll still be available to chat OOC via Tumblr IM and will be lurking on the dashboard, even if I'm not replying as quick.
Nothing happened irl, or on here, or something, I'm just hyperfixated on other projects. Mostly fanfics, but I'm also working on a novel, and I really have to lock tf in.
I still wanna talk and interact with all y'all, that's why I'm making this big announcement.
Thanks for y'alls understanding <3
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"Actually do care what you think. Probably one of the only people whose opinion matters to me." Ilya shrugged as he extracted the cigarette from his lips and exhaled a dark gray cloud of smoke before turning back to look at Y/M. "Don't see why you don't believe me."
Kazumi looked at Ilya, not knowing what to say. It's not that he didn't believe the other man; it's just that no one ever cared about what he thought. Most people around him just wrote off his opinions as not worth listening to. He couldn't help but smile a little.
"In that case, I... think you're pretty great, man."
Kazumi wished he could tell him why he didn't believe him. That life had ground him down to something hollow and unrecognisable, and now he couldn't trust his own judgement.
He jokingly added "and I think you should quit smoking, it's bad for your health."
Being asked if he was a cop caused Hawk to burst out laughing, looking at the other a little incredulously. "A cop? That's fucking hysterical. No. I'm not a fucking cop. I'm not sure if I should be insulted by that question honestly. Do I give big cop vibes?"
He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "Friend... This friend the one who told you to start working the streets?" He had a pretty good idea what the person actually was, but Hawk wasn't going to force his view on the other. It wasn't his life and he didn't want to make the boy feel uncomfortable on their first meeting.
"Well it's your lucky night. I'm being nice. Now give me your price and let's go back to my place." He nodded for the other to follow. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Hawk." He had his hands shoved in his hoodie pocket, not looking behind him to see if Kazumi was going to try and catch up with him.
Kazumi followed, still trying to wrap his head around what was going on "It's not that he told me to... It's just..." he paused "nevermind, I still haven't told you my price. It's 100 for a full night," his boyfriend had told him that's a good price, after all, for a full night he wouldn't be getting any other clients. Part of him felt bad, though; he didn't feel like he was worth that much.
"Oh right, my name is Kazumi," he quickly introduced himself once he caught up with the other "you know, I don't get a lot of people asking for my name." maybe it was harder to have a one off thing with someone you're paying if you know what they're called.
"sorry about calling you a cop, by the way... My... my friend said if someone is too nice to me, they're probably a cop. That no one cares about..." Kazumi shook his head "I'm rambling too much." He didn't get to have many conversations with others, as sad as that was.
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This is your fault 😤 (silly)(jovial)
Hawk took in the other, noticing the way he was so hesitant to speak and the look of embarrassment that seemed to cross his face. He gave a small nod before glancing around. If he was working that meant being here alone, which unfortunately the assholes who were harassing him would probably know.
"Fine. How much does it cost to hire you for the night?" He grabbed his wallet, flipping through to see how much cash he had on him. "I've only got a couple hundred on me, but come back to my place and I'll pay for your time."
He seemed entirely unfazed by the other's career or the concept of hiring him. It wasn't that Hawk did this often, he just didn't care. He made money in the ring. Wasn't he selling his body just as much as the younger man in front of him? What right did he have to judge?
Kazumi was momentarily confused as the older man took out his wallet. Was this actually happening? Usually, when he mentioned or even referred to his line of work to people who weren't looking for this service, he was met with disgust or pity. No one actually offered him a place to stay.
Kazumi named his price, then paused for a second "You... you're not a cop, are you?" he asked cautiously "My..." another pause, trying to find the right words, his boyfriend had told him after all to keep their relationship secret ", friend said I can get in a lot of trouble for this and might get arrested..." not just that, Kazumi knew it would also get his boyfriend in trouble and he didn't want that.
"N-not that I think you are, it's just... Rare for people to be" Kazumi looked at the ground again "to be nice to me. Especially in the part of town they just..."