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How honorable is Chang'e? What bad habits does she have? What will she stand up for?

unprompted. | always accepting!

I’d like to start off by stating a very necessary disclaimer: there is a lot of things Chang’e has done. A lot of them have been very awful, unspeakable things. It takes a lot to stand by the side of the leader of her late husband’s own crime organization, and she was almost never averse to anything she had to do. A life of crime is where she is most comfortable, so despite the kind and graceful disposition she maintains, calling her honorable is a laughable contradiction at best. Unless you are to put it in the perspective of loyalty toward her prior crime syndicate and current allegiance to Port Mafia. In that light, she is extremely honorable. Chang’e knows what she is good at, and that is this convoluted life she’s been with from the start. She will stand up and fight for it, too, not so much as a care in the world is passed if there are some fatalities that may occur while doing so.

What is Mitsuri's worst flaw? How well does she handle difficult people? How expressive is she?

unprompted. | always accepting!

Mitsuri shares a lot of similarity to one of my other muses, Haruka, in that she is an extremely compassionate person who always tries to see the best of people. It is a very honorable trait, and yet, it is an awful trait at the same time. People can regard her rudely or in a rude manner, and she will still try to find the good beneath the edges unless they are outright insulting her, doing harm to her or other people, or doing generally unsavory and unethical acts. In the same vein, so long as they aren’t doing what I just said, I’d like to say she handles difficult people very well. Out of all my muses, Mitsuri is by far the one who harbors the most love for people and mankind, so she can easily deflect bitter undertones (though she might be sad about it being directed to her for a small period of time) and proceed to try again another time. Benevolence like a doting god is literally how I feel I can best describe it, without the actual complex of a god and feeling superior and above others. I feel like she would get along with Kanae extremely well for that reason. But, she would not share that same philosophy Kanae does with demons.

“Are you saying it’s in my character to be petty? I would be offended if you weren’t family.”

Also if she wasn’t correct in that observation.

will you get a valentine?

akutagawa will get a valentine uwu

“The whole thing is foolish and sentimental but if they’re giving me sweets, I suppose I can make an exception.” 

❛ Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? ❜ @ tsujimura

the phantom of the opera lies here!

❛ I’ve never seen you happier. ❜ / demon mitsu from @ensangvines :)

kae told me to rb a meme and i did at 4 am. kae (understandably) proceeded to be the only one to send something in, rofl. | eternal sunshine.

“I am happy, Muzan-sama!” The bowl of stirred chocolate collapses onto a table as she raises her hands up gallantly. She may have not been a human, but why not indulge in the day’s festivities and share chocolates with Muzan along with the other moons? Singsong tune hums in gratitude and chipper mood, twinkling eyes branded with her rank gazing up at her creator. “I’ve been given the opportunity to live a fruitful life! I live each day hopeful for the next with a family I can call my own! That is all thanks to your generosity! I wouldn’t ever be able to overlook such kindness, Muzan-sama.” Hands move to straighten the bowl, blinking curiously. 

He's not knowledgeable in Western traditions, but hanging around a cowboy isn't the greatest influence when a new year dawns upon them. Jae Eun sits beside her as they watch the fireworks from the roof of Gibraltar, alone in their own little world. Hana is utterly beautiful beneath the colors that light the sky, and his breath catches in his throat. The eruptions are deafened in his ears, replaced by the beating of his heart as he leans in, gingerly pressing his lips against the corner of hers.

give kisses or else :knife: | i liked a post from god knows when

Glittering bursts of phantasia light the sky. It’s a different sort of phenomenon than the hyperactive, combustion and beams that came with high tech mechs flying, fighting midst battle. And for that, she couldn’t be more grateful. Brown eyes are cast toward the night, wide with hope and not the sinking fear nor dread than she’s forced herself to become accustomed to when ushered off to another mission. The usual night terrors – no, there wasn’t a place for it in the current festivities. Hana leans forward ever so slightly, clasping her hands together as a token of good fortune for the new year. Moments like this, however fleeting they may be, were precious. Though the pair reveled in silence, Hana finds it soothing – therapeutic. Why force a conversation when the scenery spoke for them? His presence alone was enough. Keeping her company like this... Well, Hana couldn’t have been happier. 

And when Jae Eun moved in to give her a kiss, he lights up her world better than any of the scattered fireworks booming in the distance. Eyes blink slowly in dull confusion, the lull of intrigue soon washing away as her attention is cast toward him after his lips meet her face. She wasn’t misinterpreting this, right? The kiss was a definite act that didn’t stem from forced bravados nor habitual teasings. It did well of clearing the air of the vagueness of what the nature of their bond truly was at this point. 

With the new year marked new beginnings. Beginnings that would kickstart the confidence to take initiative of her own. The pilot moves like clockwork toward him to return the gesture, paying no heed to the pounding heartbeat that drummed louder and louder against her chest. Hands find themselves comfortable now resting on the top of his shoulders, quiet admiration of her opposite for a brief moment. Just as he was – just as himself... that was enough for her. Her face hovers dangerously close from his own before she decides to fully commit, delivering her repayment and gesture of repressed feelings directly on his own lips. Eyes close, but she doesn’t allow the kiss to linger too long on her part. The genuine sentimentality of it (not laced in an overconfident guise) being a touch too flustering for her. Lashes flutter as she pulls away, spark in her hues far more distinct than before.

last commission of Rosaelie for a while, but this time in her casual wear! what a pretty vampire ruler am i right??? 

❝ we are the minority here —— Daki. ❞

that thud, he himself hardly spares its source a glance. a chilled carcass, spread out on the main street as though the sight has become a normal occurrence. of course the district swarms with them : a place dominated by humans, for humans alike. how little a demon gains from casual encounters with these creatures – men or women – that make up the infernal crowds along the pavement at midnight. the lord of all demons witnessed it moments prior ; a fly stepping closer, closer into the spider’s thread. ( the former, unassuming. the latter, unmerciful and unfeeling as her hands deprived the prey of all existence. )

but the act she dedicated herself to spells growing carelessness. favored or not – as all upper moons may call themselves in front of their unexceptional counterparts – excuses are not to be relied on. not once moving from where he stands, Kibutsuji has no intention to renounce his reminder for a more appropriate greeting.

❝ how capable are you feeling? were they to send more than one pillar, are you fully certain your head would stay where it’s supposed to be? ❞

The voice that graces her ears brings about a chill harsher than any wind that could have brushed against her skin. It’s an absolute tone that knocks her arrogance down ten pegs. In a matter of seconds, the demon all but collapses into a kneel of servitude, eyes darting down at the roof below quietly as she damned herself mentally for not picking up on his arrival sooner. Had this been a sudden visit to pay greetings? Or was this a matter of business he came to discuss? Whichever it was mattered not, it had been an honor to meet his presence in person. 

Muzan-sama is never wrong. Everything he said was a truth – this had been a fact that the demon acknowledged ever since the first day of conversion to something more immortal. His condemnation is like baby talk compared to how he could have shown his distaste with her self-righteous words. For his mercifulness, she is grateful, humbled like a child being chastised. Oh, how lucky she was that this was the extent of it – for now, at least. Once she’s certain that the window of silence was permission to respond to his question, she takes a breath before answering.

                ❛   you’re well - informed  ,   aren’t you   ?   ❜            with light tone  ,   supplementing the shrug he neglects  .     allowing vampires into their realm he can understand  ,   but celestials    &    humans——————–    it’s in lucifer’s nature not to explain  ,   in their nature not to question  .        (    what has questioning brought in the past aside from despair  ,   aching revelation  ,   the fall   ?    )        digits perch on a hip  ,   his chin canting with a pause  .     ❛   i expect your experience will be quite different from yuki’s  .     you’re the closest to our kind among the exchange students  ,   though    …    be warned  ,   not all of us want unification  .   ❜     what of him   ?     it is a chance to learn  ,   so he accepts   ;   it is something lucifer supports  ,   so he resents   ;   it is asking opposites to meld  ,   so he watches  ,   he waits  .

        ❛   forget other experiences  .     prepare to gain what you wish from this experience  .     otherwise  ,   what’s the point in being here   ?     your father’s will only spreads so far  .   ❜

“It’d be pretty poor ruling if I failed to be observant of the current happenings of Hell, don’t you think?” A statement said in observation of her own circumstances – the sudden rise of power and responsibilities that lied on her shoulders. His insight that followed was certainly helpful, one that didn’t turn the other way when it came to acknowledging adversity was an interesting scope of perspective. But who dared defy those in power? Their realms shared that same veil of agreeance – fear of speaking contrast far too loudly to those who wouldn’t like to hear it. It was never a democracy. But would Rosaelie be able to classify herself as a tyrant? She didn’t think she was as ruthless as her father in his prime.