it's kinda a funny story

I’ve decided to give multimuse blogs a try as I’ve been itching to pick up more muses. Threads here will be continued on @tesseracs. Since it’s experimental I don’t know if I’ll eventually wind up back here again, but for now please find me there!

The pain of her wound was gone, but now, Adelheid was only left with a dull ache, an emptiness. It settled into her bones and carved out her chest. If this was death, it was far worse than she had ever expected it to feel. Life was rich and overflowing. It filled the souls of mankind with love and anguish. Joy, hope, and horror all mingled together inside of one being. But death, death was a void. It devoured everything and offered nothing. She could never fathom how many beloved and elegant folk tales must have been lost to death, or how many stories went unspoken.

A monster?

With a burst of strength, she grabbed his shirt, gripping it tightly between her shaking fingers. It wasn’t out of desperation, but anger. She took in deep, heavy breaths as she held on, her brows knitted as she fought to keep herself awake. Her face shifted from listless despair to a newfound ferocity. The girl’s lips barely lifted to reveal her teeth. She didn’t pretend to know what the man in front of her mentioned when he spoke, but he offered her something, that much she understood. Adelheid pulled him close.

Fine then, I’ll become a monster.

I’ll spit in the face of Death if I have to.

When she couldn’t find her voice before, it came out now in a sharp rasp. She stared straight ahead of herself to the light at the end of the alley.

Not knowing anything of the circumstances, she was fighting for her life. It was all the invitation Kano needed as his fangs broke into her flesh, more fiercely than he intended and possessing none of the self control that kept him to a diet that slowly starved him mad.

There was no time to explain, no time to read to her the fine print on the document of her life she was about to sign away. Or perhaps those were lies he told himself because he couldn’t hold himself back a second longer. He wouldn’t be surprised if she found him repulsive. It was the last thought that crossed his mind before he was no longer thinking of anything but satiating his hunger.

Greedily he drank the sweet life force in her that was every vampire’s craving. At once he could feel strength returning to his body. Like a spell had been cast his sunken eyes and bony limbs were replaced with the illusion of a body that was healthier and whole. In the end, he was a hollow creature who could only fill himself with the substance of others. 

by   おおやま

[Credit to ride-rpg] Happy Museday, everyone. In honor of it, ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. … No, really. I don’t. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

If the generator is being lame, just choose something that works for the muses.

aggressive/angry kiss

all over kiss

back kiss

cheek kiss

firm kiss

shy kiss

first kiss

forehead kiss

french kiss

gentle kiss

scar kiss

hand kiss

jawline kiss

last kiss

neck kiss

rain kiss

friendly kiss

chaste kiss

stomach kiss

underwater kiss

upside down kiss

spin the bottle kiss

an eskimo kiss

butterfly kisses ( eyelash kiss )

a kiss pressed to each fingertip

a kiss on the hairline

a kiss to the temples

a kiss to the corner of the mouth

a kiss to bruised skin

a kiss on the knuckles

Hot, Steamy kiss

Forced Kiss

Nose Kiss

Gentle Peck

Romantic Kiss

Eyelid Kiss

Collarbone Kiss

Chest/Breast Kiss

Kiss Along the Hips

Navel Kiss

Goofy Kiss

Forceful Kiss

Reunion Kiss

Then there’s tongue

Bear Hug

Sleepy hug

Cuddle hug

Unreciprocated hug

“Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug

From behind hug

“Something scared me” hug

The Lift hug

One armed hug

The Leg hug

Friendly hug

The emotional hug

Failed hug

Run and Jump hug

Romantic hug

Side hug

Comforting hug

Family hug

Hug around waist

Clinging hug

‘’Don’t let go’’ hug

‘’I thought I’d never see you again” hug

Warm hug

Awkward hug

The weather had been steadily getting colder, so Konoha had been drafted into helping set up the kotatsu along with Kano, working quickly to get it set up, as it was going to be the base’s number one heat source for the next couple weeks. Thankfully, the work wasn’t too hard, and they were quickly able to sit under it, Konoha very quickly lying down and making himself comfortable.

Kano too stretched out under the table as if celebrating a job well done, though in actuality he had stood to one side and watched Konoha single-handedly lift the kotatsu from the storage. If he were accused of being lazy, he’d say supervision was an important part of the process...really! 

                In the end he decided against it completely, his argument against being pinched was stronger than the argument for it and in all honesty he knows it’s ridiculous to think this could still be part of that hell. Yeah, it’s always on the back of his mind, but Haruka’s really trying to convince himself this is all real.

                “I wouldn’t expect any less from Ayano’s brother. Though you might not want to offer to pinch the others, especially not Takane and Shintaro. They wouldn’t like that at all.”

                The thought of an angry Takane left him sighing once more, thinking back to the science prep room they’d spend their days in. Haruka wished he could go back there because while things were nice here, it was so much less complex then. He wasn’t scared, he knew his fate, he knew who he was. Now? Now Haruka isn’t sure of any of this. 

                At least he’s learnt something from this reflection; His true fear is most likely of the unknown.

“What can I say, nee-chan taught me well!” His insides curl up at the awful lie. If goodness could be so easily spread and received, he must be a failure of a little brother. “And I know she would want me to take goood care of Ene-chan and Shintaro-kun~” Pinches included! Isn't he generous? He nods as if he’s implied something perfectly reasonable. Kano is good at setting the tone of the conversation where he wants it, all nonsense and not a step too deep. 

'How are you’ isn’t a question that needs to be asked. Shuuya Kano is always fine, isn’t he? If there's anything on his mind lately, it’s that he’s been thinking there’s no need to play secret base anymore. The Mekakushi Dan was just a silly distraction, a means to an end, but everyone seems content in their roles, chattering away and flowing in and out the base. After everything, who was he to deny them that happiness?