★ CEMETERY PARTY.

CURSED/BLESSED ─── 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 , 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 , 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 — 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

# 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 . ─── independent multi - muse rp blog ft. original characters narrated by 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨/𝐳𝐞𝐞, low activity. this blog explores themes such as; death and undying , questioning gods and self , doomed by the narrative , loss of identity , love as a weapon , anger in kindness , obsession , cannibalism as affection . . . etc. 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

　 rules + muses　　　✘　　　meme tag + interaction call

sorry that i just keep saying sorry for being busy irl but it is what it is... i touch grass i do other hobbies (sleep) and sometimes hang out w friends in my limited day offs so writing sometimes is just me maybe sending asks here and there. and i wish i can send more to those who liked my interaction call but i always feel like im forcing some sort of dynamic that is ok in MY head but isnt to them yknow??? i barely even talk abt anything and if i post whatever its like "sorry for not writing anything im surviving!!" and like not going to lie gng i genuinely feel so guilty abt it sometimes. i KNOW this is supposed to be a fun hobby BUT i want to write with people again i want to reply to stuff i want to send people things that are not just memes !!?!?!

and like to me my ocs make sense but considering theyre just ocs yknow. i cannot help but feel like what can even my ocs give or offer? generic women ocs nothingburgers. generic devil girl then generic insane woman. my own world fr.... not like theyre canon characters that have something people can go by and go with it. i do not even post yaps of my girls anymore i sometimes do also feel like idgaf abt all that. like... do people even read all that shit????? i once kept yelling to the void abt how female ocs get shit on and then i dont even talk abt anything abt my own female ocs bro. bec maybe i feel like ill get shit on. like oh that doesnt make sense even, well, to me it does? whatttreveerrrrrndnr 123 go kanya kanya na to

“ Hm? ”, a soft hum escapes him despite his mind fleeting off elsewhere. He's already occupied — thoughts deep into his own head, the lamp post infront the building of this practice room lights up and he blinks at it, momentarily distracted. The skies look like someone spilled orange juice and he thinks this dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets — , he thinks, smiles at her as he tilts his head sideways. “ When you ask like that . . . suddenly I don't know what to talk about ”, Kouei straightens and looks out the window again, forgetting about the scattered notes and lyrics infront of him as he then leans back on his seat. When did he had time to talk to Haru again like this? Just the two of them, just like ages ago.

Blue eyes fleet to the ceiling, boring white paint gazing back at him as he places his hands on the table. “ Oh . . . right! I visited mom last weekend, it was nice being back home by the way ”, Kouei then gives her a glance, a feeling of warm glow morning soaked in pastel tea —, “ nothing much changed, my piano over there is. still covered because I do still have the smaller one in my room. Which — reminds me! Feels smaller ”. Pause. A chuckle. “ My room I mean — I did liked my aquarium there but I thought of moving it to my apartment here in the city . . . they deserve a bigger place to look at ”, a finger taps on his chin as he takes all the scattered paper around him into a pile, “ maybe I'll face them to the window ”

Wouldn't that kind of scare the fishes? He thinks to himself as he filters the papers into a more cohesive arrangement, there's page numbers. Marked by Haru herself. He makes a sound between a snort and a laugh he held back, there's a doodle on the edge of one page of Xiao. Rune. Should he add some synth on this part? Wait. Oh right Haru says she wants him to keep talking to her.

“ Sometimes people tell me to shut up, Haru ”, he laughs and places the pile of their supposed next song on the table neatly, his palms pressing it down like paperweight. “ Because I do tend to — not shut up. Even Sohee told me to shut up more than once when we met some weeks ago, of course I didn't took it too much to heart. She means well ”, Kouei thinks of the dark-haired woman fondly, before clearing his throat and glancing to the other side of the room where the keyboard sits. He feels his fingers press certain notes on the table and he tilts his head to the side again, the silence of the room is comfortable and there's movement to Haru's side that he doesn't look at immediately. The other buildings further away looks picturesque with a few lights on, almost mimicking a star filled sky across a star-less one.

“ I hope I didn't talked your ear out ”, he turns to her with an almost apologetic smile before standing up from his seat to walk over to the keyboard. Calling out to him like a green goblin mask. He does almost sit infront of it but stops himself and instead presses just a few notes, a little harmony, and he turns around to face Haru. “ Wait! Wait — what's going on, are you okay? ”, he remembered and he mentally smacks his head before walking towards her again. “ Did something happened? ”

It does appear that Nanase Kouei has the perfect life and everything he would want and more. The best child any parent can ever want and have. The best friend that will stand with you and protect you from those bullies who keep bothering you in class. A future husband, the best lover. Maybe that is correct; for everyone else looking at him with their own versions of him in their own heads. Schrodinger’s perfect son. Cut! Change the scene! 

Kouei continues to fit into people’s expectation of him, to be who they want him to be. A dress up doll. He’s afraid of something he’s not sure how to say or describe, afraid of what they will all say when they realize he’s someone imperfect, boring, average. Dreamless. Floating. He’s not the popular perfect person everyone painted him as. But what does he want? Who does he want people to see him as? 

The sea is calm, is endless, changes to fit its surroundings, and Kouei is anything but.

Kouei's family history:

"but you guys... you guys can't be weird about it, okay?"

even as the words came out of her mouth, haru could tell they were pointless. her cheeks were flushed and her heart was racing; even just recalling the memory of it was making her embarrassed. she has another long, long sip of her wine, before taking a deep breath and pushing her hair back from her face. her gaze is glued to her fingers as they twiddle the wine glass between them, the cat unable to look at either woman in front of her.

"at — at the christmas party." she immediately stops, the image of snowy hair and a warm smile flitting across her brain. "i was... in the garden with — with phainon."

her voice is already lowering into a mumble as she suddenly reaches out to grab the bottle on the table, refilling her glass but not yet taking another drink. butterflies were dancing in her stomach, churning against the alcohol within even as its warmth began to course through her. haru bit her lip, swirling the liquid in hand, before taking another, much smaller sip.

"we um... well, there was mistletoe, and uh... well you guys know what mistletoe is for, right?" she chuckles nervously. "and so, well... we, um — we might have — kissed..."

any heat that hadn't already been in her cheeks finds its way there, the cat red from far more than just the alcohol.

"...twice."

“ I don't see the problem ”, is what the white haired lady says first, a tea infront of her than the wine being shared amongst them in Haru's dining table. Not that she didn't participate in the wine drinking, she just had enough and decided she would rather drown in her tea ( if a sip is considered even enough ). “ You looked like you had fun, he looked like he had fun ... ”, Lady Yu drones off, as Aishi makes a shocked expression. And she would turn to look towards Haru who looked like she's already struggling looking at both of them and instead was thinking of drinking the wine straight from the bottle.

“ RIGHT ”, the shorter woman says loudly, hand she slaps on the table as she half stands from her seat. Her wine glass almost topples over if not for Lady Yu supporting it and tilting it back straight on the table ( she says something that Aishi half ignores and gets an exasperated exhale in response ). “ What I mean~ ”, Aishi gracefully settles back on the chair, scraping it closer to the table as she leans forward to Haru, “ congratulations! ”. Like he proposed. Like they're having a baby. They just kissed, Aishi, you have to chill.

It's the wine.

“ You've been dancing around each other for a while ”, Aishi says as she leans back to her seat again and pulls her wine glass closer to herself, her finger running along the edge. She can almost see her own expression on the wine, “ I don't really see the issue ”. Supportive.

“ Correct ”, the other lady chimes again as she turns to the window, her palm pressed on her chin and her other hand cupping her teacup. Silence between them is passed, a soft sip of their drinks, the soft tune of fading winter and holidays peeking from the seams of Haru's home. “ And why would it be weird? ”, Lady Yu asks softly, almost naively, her eyes focusing on Haru as she runs her thumb on the handle of her cup. She waits, tucks some stray hair off her shoulder and straightens her back. “ We're celebrating you, and him, finally moving things forward ”, and then the smallest smile, as if Lady Yu found it quite funny.

Perhaps it is, maybe it was. Two adults trying to dance around each other like they're not allowed to even touch hands, in the middle of a ballroom; like they're of knight and royalty. Human, god. Like it was supposed to be a secret kept — they're not doing anything actually illegal. Workplace might just be a little . . . weird, she thinks, but not truly forbidden. Right? She thinks of messaging her boss about it but maybe she can just ask after the holidays.

“ Well~ cheers for the kiss!! ”, Aishi beams suddenly, her wine glass filled again as she stands up abruptly from her chair, now almost toppling the seating downwards ( if not for a certain white haired lady now darting her leg to stop it from colliding with the flooring ). “ The important thing I want to know here is . . . was he a good kisser? ”, there's a giggle as Aishi leans her whole body forward on the table, elbows propped, and her cheeks pressed on her palms.

a little post abt my ocs and how they text / phone habits ...

sohee — LOVES TEXTING. shes a whole paragraph type of person but will also drop multiple texts. hates calling but doesnt mind facetime/video call (also because caller gets to see her beautiful face helloooo). the kind of person who texts lmaooo hahahahahaha but has the most deadpan expression irl. looooves taking photos of her food. and in aus where she has a pet, kids and spouse? multiple photos of them too. her photos on her phone never has a bad angle... but very eerily beautiful. has like a twitter & instagram (using her official accounts when she was an idol mind you, yes she does have a check mark) and maybe tiktok (shes not even signed up for that app though). no facebook, lots of accounts under her name posing as her though. oh and the one photo in the internet of hers? oh dont look at that. dont look for that.

kouei — dry texter. one word wonder. the guy who replies with "k" and to add salt to the wound he replies after 3 months (he had seen your message on his lockscreen but swiped it away). CALLER. will call people instead!!! "this shouldve been a text" WRONG! PICK UP THE PHONE! the most he will be active with texting is with his wife, but even then he's going to call her. he's going to call you. he's going to call us. the call is coming from inside the house?!?!? no social media. his official twitter & instagram account is rotting . . . the fans yearn for an answer. he made an accidental post on twitter once and it gained like thousands of interactions (most viral post and its a fucking pocket post of keysmash). candid photo taker; of friends, loved ones, interesting things. no photos of him, and if ever, blurred and his head is turned to the side. brother your iphone 17 pro max 2tb fully paid is screaming need more storage! he does have a secret youtube account posting dance covers, but who knows if thats even him too.

aki — chronically online that her mother had to limit her screentime. yes she knows all the terms 6 7 skibidi or whatever. (funniest thing she pulled as a girl born from 1905; tech illiterate? wrong!! has an account in all social medias). multiple texter, likes making calls to friends. will send voice messages. if she isnt that shy she might as well start vlogging.

lady yu — only sends a message when it's important because she would rather talk in person. texting her you found a nice spot? give her ten minutes and she's at your location. normal person with normal texting and calling habits. has an instagram and a tiktok / youtube account where she posts some short guitar covers. and maybe some trending dance covers too. thirstrap? drink water.

aishi — what phones? she is sending you a full ass letter. (forgets she even has one in her modern aus but she does appear in some dance videos by lady yu). no she doesnt know what other social media is out there. her keypad flip phone is part of the outfit though.

amell — DND, SILENT, VOLUME OFF COMBO WOMBO. do not even message her you will not get a decent response. do not even think about her. do not even think of her. first to usually send a message with the shortest almost leet'd text; might even just be texting with one hand. getting a message from her is like getting a cryptic sign from the gods. "girl what even does this mean?" ✔✔ seen 2 hours ago.