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#DANHANG  : independent, literate & highly selective multi - muse roleplay blog ; features canon & oirignal characters from various media. canon + headcanon based. mature themes will be present & properly tagged.

as adored by cherry ( 25+, she / her, gmt + 1 ).  i only use the beta editor, so please do not use the legacy editor when writing with me. DNI : minors & personal blogs

a gentle study on : the obstacles & beauty of adolescence, betrayal & trust, the    power of will & the desire to do good, heroic tendencies  /  heroic    foolishness, beautiful girls have sharp claws too, the desire of  self - indentification &  the perpetual need for validation.

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a young prince wanders incognito; cloaked not in silk and jewels but in simple garb, he is just another face in the crowd, free from the weight of his crown and the scrutiny of court life. this freedom is precious, a rare opportunity to experience life as his subjects do, to see the world through their eyes.

as he meanders through the labyrinth of stalls and vendors, his gaze is caught by a splash of color tucked away in a quieter corner of the market. there, amidst the chaos and clamor, is a girl focused intently on her canvas, her brush dancing across the surface with a grace that belies her humble surroundings. the art she creates is vibrant, alive with color and emotion.

prince marius von hagen, intrigued by the artist herself, approaches the stall, his curiosity piqued. “ your art, ” he begins, his voice deliberately gentle to not startle her, “ it’s remarkable. it captures the spirit of this place in a way i’ve never seen before. ”

under the dim glow of the mog stop's lanterns, yuffie's energy is a stark contrast to the languid atmosphere. her enthusiasm bubbles forth, a vibrant stream of curiosity and playful intent. “ hey tifa! ” she exclaims, her tone a lively melody of mischief and sincerity, usual tactfulness swept away by the winds of impromptu bravado.

“ got a minute for a burning question? it's a juicy one! ” she leans in, “ so, spill it—got someone special? someone who sends your heart on a loop - de - loop? ” and she watches tifa closely, eager for any telltale sign of a secret crush hidden behind her always - composed façade.

but yuffie is all grins and winks, the embodiment of irrepressible curiosity. “ c'mon, you're always looking out for us, but what about what tifa wants? there's gotta be someone who flips your switch, right? ”

the night has draped its velvet shroud over the beach, and the gentle whisper of waves kissing the shore sets the rhythm of their secluded rendezvous. beside her, tidus sits, his silhouette painted against the moonlit sea, a picture of tranquil strength and unwavering support.

in this moment, the world beyond their little haven of sand and surf seems a distant memory, its trials and tribulations momentarily forgotten.

“ i never imagined a peace like this, ” yuna starts, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled between them, her voice barely a whisper over the symphony of the ocean. “ back when our journey began, every step was uncertain, every choice heavy with the weight of expectation. but here, with you, under the blanket of stars … it feels like i can breathe again. ”

turning to him, the moonlight catches in his eyes, offering a glimpse into the depth of his spirit—a well of strength, kindness, and an unspoken promise of unwavering loyalty. “ do you ever think about our future, tidus? about what lies beyond the battles? ”

the rhythmic hum of the car engine and the soft glow of streetlights passing by form a soothing backdrop to her pre - show nerves. robin is dressed for the stage, but her mind is elsewhere, lost in a sea of unease as the city's lights streak past the window.

beside her, sunday sits with the confidence and calm that has always characterized him, especially in moments like these when her heart feels like it's caught in a storm.

she's been silent for too long, lost in my her thoughts, and she can feel sunday's concern even without looking at him. hidden within her bag, a letter lies secreted away, its destiny unsealed, awaiting the right moment for revelation..

his voice pulls her back from the edge of her anxiety, and robin finds herself speaking. “ i have this unsettling feeling in my gut. like something bad is going to happen tonight. ” saying it aloud doesn't relieve the dread; it makes it more real, more tangible.

it's a lamentable predicament, an unexpected twist of fate that casts a pall over the two fledgling members of karasuno. trapped inadvertently within the confines of the sports equipment room, the atmosphere between the setter and his orange - haired counterpart grows increasingly frosty. his countenance mirrors the mood, bearing a grim expression: lips pressed into a tight line, downturned at the corners. “ for the record, i didn't ask to be stuck here with you, either. ” kageyama retorts, his tone tinged with acerbity as he folds his arms in a petulant display. “ how about you put your gigantic vocal cords to use and scream for help? someone's bound to hear your grating voice. ”