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Ahem, I guessing this account is pretty dead so I will be archiving this account and relocating Amami as well as some other new muses onto a new multimuse blog!

If any on here still wish to commune, please feel free to follow me on the new account! (Currently under construction!) 

Since I’m trying to clean out my inbox stuff, I decided to whip up a list of the remaining threads currently in my drafts (forgive some of the names):

@cxruscxte - mahou thread: the salt level rises, the truth come out: does angie is boyfriend thread, post-visiting his parents thread, angie’s sick thread

@haruumaki -  Ignis meets Survivor Sage thread

@sailock - mahou thread: saihara becomes an ice queen

@trxthfullies - mahou thread: Enigma goes berserk thread, mahou thread: Ouma meets Survivor Sage

@kibouzuru - mahou thread: naegi takes the streets

@righteousgirl - intro thread

And I’m pretty sure I may be forgetting some, but regardless if we have a thread  and you’re still okay with continuing, or if you’d like to start a different thread with me altogether, either like this post or hop into my dm’s so I know! 

‘A moment of weakness’ // Not currently accepting

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly. 

It was the day he had stumbled upon her with a fever when he truly wondered about the girl known as Maki Harukawa.

She had been so inherently stubborn then. It hadn’t shocked him much, considering how cold he’d seen her act towards the rest of the student body. It wasn’t as if he expected to be an exception to the rule, but the way she was so utterly determined not to ask for help even when it was obvious that she was unwell…she reminded him of himself in that regard. Which got him thinking that maybe she was simply the type that was used to caring for themselves.

Rantarou wasn’t sure he should be forcing his way in any kind of friendship with her. Regardless, he felt extremely uncomfortable with the notion of leaving her by herself. Whether being the Survivor Sage had gotten him use to saving people who didn’t ask for it, or it was his big brother instincts taking over, he insisted that he took her to his apartment so he can whip up some healing herbs to reduce her fever.

Somehow he had gotten her to his apartment, maybe she was just too tired to continue resisting him. He could be just as stubborn as she was, he thought. He gently sat her down on his couch, he placed his palm against her forehead. Just as quickly as he touched her skin, he drew his hand back, holy hell!

She didn’t just feel warm, she was burning up. As if she’d been baking herself in a boiler room for god-knows-how-long after getting sunburnt!

He stepped towards his kitchen as she rested on the couch cushions. Honestly, he should just consider taking her to a hospital. He only recently learned about mixing herbs, and he had no idea how to fix a fever that bad through traditional means. However, the only reason he was able to convince her up here in the first place was because he promised not to get any kind of doctor involved. It wasn’t the brightest idea, in hindsight, but he was a man of his word.

Rantarou got his hands on some yarrow from his cupboard. She wasn’t sweating, so her fever was excessive and trapping heat within her body. If his medical knowledge was correct, these herbs should start opening up some pores and releasing the heat so she could cool off. He began mixing the yarrow into a tonic with peppermint, ginger, cayenne pods, and boneset.

He looked over his shoulder, it seemed as if the dark haired girl was sleeping on his couch now. Which was okay, he didn’t want her to suddenly start asking questions on how he knew how to mix herbs and whatnot. The tonic’s ability would only be enhanced by his abilities anyway.

All of a sudden he heard some mumbling from the living room.

“Did you say something, Harukawa-san?” He asked, figuring she was talking to him. But he received no answer. Was she…talking in her sleep? Just as the thought crossed his mind, the mumbling started up again, only this time it was more distressed. Rantarou quickly poured his concoction into a small cup and returned to where he left his dark haired companion.

The girl on his couch suddenly looked more…vulnerable. Her eyebrows were creased, expression curled into one of pain. Her hand was gripping tightly on the pillow underneath her, calling out to some presence that wasn’t there.

“Harukawa-san,” He shook her shoulder attempting to wake her from her dream, gently but urgently, “Harukawa-san, you’re having a nightmare.” Please wake up.

Tired crimson eyes opened peering back at him, and he allowed himself to relax.

Talk to my muse’s parents! // Accepting

Send “👨🏻+ Question” and my muse’s Father will answer

(Okay so it turns out I had this confused with the ‘moment of weakness meme’ so both this and the rough touch ask will be switched up! Sorry for the inconvenience! DX)

‘A moment of weakness’ // Not currently accepting

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Rantarou didn’t understand what was wrong with the world. It was one thing to take his sisters, another thing to be giving him these powers he never asked for, and now…

He lost someone precious from him yet again. It festered with him for days, like a ticking time bomb. He tried to be the pillar of support for his friends, but honestly? He was close to snapping.

He guessed this was how he ended up running into a pair schmucks leaving a bar on a evening stroll.

It wasn’t like he wanted to pick a fight, even if that was almost exactly what he was doing right now. This wasn’t something he could really explain out loud, but he needed some kind of outlet for everything that had happened.

He wasn’t an idiot. He’d run into guys like this before. Rantarou could dance circles around them with only words in his ammunition. He knew exactly how to drive this conversation into dangerous territory. It was very shady and wrong, but this needed to happen. He needed someone to punch him right now.

“Wait,” The guy said to his companion, “Wait. Isn’t he the kid that was on the article? The one that was with Angie-sama?”

Rantarou narrowed his eyes, knowing instantly of what they were referring to. It wasn’t that long ago when someone had seen him and Angie together and had taken pictures whilst they were unaware they had even been caught. Angie suspected one her enemies in the industry might have leaked some intel to the media.

Well they certainly cared about him now, didn’t they? Once his dear idol friend was put into the equation. He already had them pretty upset before, but now they were absolutely seething in rage. “Devoted fans”, so they seemed. Rantarou really didn’t want to have to drag Angie’s name in this conversation, but he knew if he only pushed a little bit more while she was the incentive of anger for these guys, he’d be the one flying across the room any second.

This was means to an incredibly shallow end for him. But…what other choice did he have? It was better for him to get wailed on now, instead of him taking his frustrations on anyone else.

I’m sorry, Yonaga-san, he thought.

“C’mon boys,” He turned his attention back to the man in front of him with a lazy smirk on his face, voice drawled in faux confidence, “Let’s be honest with ourselves here. Couple of big guys like you who throw their weight around like pigs on their hind legs? Don’t have so much a snowball’s chance in hell with a girl like her anyway.”

“I mean, don’t you guys have anything better to do than to watch teenage girls sing and dance in short dresses? It’s creepy. Not to mention sad.”

He saw a fist coming toward his face. He ignored every basic survival instinct that told him to dodge it.

He’d gone back to his apartment, nose bleeding profusely and he knew they really messed up his shoulder from the throbbing pain he felt in the muscle. He didn’t even want to look at what they did to his face. He fumbled with his shirt, and tossing it towards a random chair.

Rantarou heard a knock on the door. You have got to be kidding me, what now? He debated going to open it, but instead opted to kick off his shoes, groaning in pain as he sat down on his mattress. Really he just wanted to sleep this off and put an end to a crappy day. Whoever was at his door could come back tomorrow.

The door suddenly slammed open, and Rantarou would have leapt like a flaming demon out for blood if he hadn’t been in so much pain. He instead turned to his side, ready to give whoever opened that damn door a piece of his mind….

Only to find a pair of shocked blue eyes waiting for him there, who gasped aloud in horror when she saw the state he was in.

Yonaga-san…He’d completely forgotten he had given her the spare key to his room.  

This is what you asked for isn’t it? A dark part of his mind hurdled his actions of the evening back in replay mode. You wanted to feel pain, didn’t you?

She came closer. He was frozen as he felt her hands on his face, brushing bright green bangs from his eyes with her fingertips, seeing the full extend of the damage with her own eyes.

“How could you?”

“Is that so?” Rantarou was of course always interested to see what she was up to. Though he wasn’t sure what she had in her arms at first, he couldn’t quite wipe the grin off his face at the comical image of her carrying the body pillow twice her size with her idol image printed on the fabric. He took it from her hands so he could inspect it himself. 

So yeah a lot of you notice I took an unannounced hiatus for the past like month and a half and I feel I should explain. (Life update below because it got kinda long and I’ll be posting reply related updates in a separate post).