in this world of monochrome

Like a Fire Flower, so that I wouldn't disappear, I let sparks fly and let dreams launch Affliated with Fates Rewritten

[cageforlove-blog-deactivated201]

what the gosh darn heckie is going on here [frw open]

Hiromi sat by a desk in a library in Kairos. Several books were scattered along the surface of the table, stacked on top of each other, some still open on a certain page. Hiromi glared at the one he was currently reading, angry with it for not giving him the answers he wanted.

He was not satisfied with the way things were going at all.

When the train connecting Paralia and Kairos was reopened, Hiromi had gone fishing for several hours so that he’d have enough money to get himself clean and pay the boarding fee. Upon returning home, he’d found everything untouched. Even his wallet was unmoved from his desk.

No explanation regarding the current events – an entire population being transported from their homes and acquiring some otherworldly power - was provided by whoever was ruling Kairos and Paralia.

The books he had run through – all about the history of the two cities - did not say if anything like this had happened before.

Sighing loudly, Hiromi put down the book and looked at the person closest to him.

"Would you, by any chance, know what on earth has been going on?” 

[blumeninflammen-blog]

I can't focus.

Ever since the event regarding the sudden transportation from Kairos to Paralia, Yosafire has ended up unable to think about anything else than that. She did try not to, but... for once, she actually got intrigued. And how she notices at the moment is because she can't focus on studying.

It's not just because of the oddity of the situation, but also because of that vision she had gotten of herself falling headfirst from the sky. Was it a memory? Was it a dream she had suddenly remembered? Just what in the world was it?

She really tried not to think about it all in order to not get distracted, until she heard a voice asking her about the exactly same thing. Wow. Is this what they called "two people with the same mind"? Or something like that?

Wow, now I really can't focus!

"Uhh, could you clarify exactly what you mean?"

[blumeninflammen-blog]

空中ブランコ || mini event open

I'm stuck in my hometown on a school day. But who cares, let's have fun while I'm at it!

And so, the teenager known as Yosafire stopped worrying and was stuck in the flower gardens of Paralia that she had loved since childhood. If she couldn't escape, so what? At least she had something to do which gave her happiness, right?

It was interesting however. She had planned on spending the day with her childhood friends, but for some reason she couldn't reach them. What is going on in this world? It's just one mysterious thing after another.

"Curiouser and curiouser." Curiouser is not a word, Yosaf. Good try.

[blumeninflammen-blog]

Holy fuck on a popsicle stick, I'm so sorry for the fact that I magically vanished. My last day of school was today however, so I hope that I'm able to uh, get back on track.

[copiloted]

"And?"

"I am certain there has to be a way! This is already ridiculous, I will not sit and do nothing when there is still hope!" Denial is always a first.

[blumeninflammen-blog]

"Oh, that's right!"

"We can't just sit down and do nothing, after all! That's not why we are, uhm, how do you say... carrying humanity's legacy?" Aand there we go, screwed up again. Not really a shocker though, it just keeps on happening.

[copiloted]

"I wonder if there is a mechanic around in Paralia, surely they are not that uncivilized."

"Is anyone willing to join a search of at least a lonely, broken car? Or any sort of abandoned vehicle…"

[blumeninflammen-blog]

"Trying to escape as well?"

"Sorry to bust your bubble, but the main road's been shut off. So are the trains..." Perfect moodkiller, Yosaf.

[blumeninflammen-blog]

Sing, Insomnia, Alignment, Network

"Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?"

Yosafire is pretty much like any normal person, as she likes to listen to music. At the moment, she fancies soundtracks from films/TV series/video games, such as the soundtracks for Pacific Rim and Game of Thrones. She also harbours an interest in alternative rock bands such as Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco. However, she also likes symphonic/gothic metal acts such as We Are the Fallen and Within Temptation. Yosaf used to listen to horror punk band Aiden when she was younger, but upon realizing the context of some of their lyrics, she stopped.

Yosafire also once talked about starting a band with her friends in Paralia, but now that she’s moved to Kairos it hasn’t really gotten up as a subject of discussion. Plus she needs to get better at playing the guitar if that dream would actually come to fruition.

"What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?"

Yosaf sleeps pretty soundly, and meanwhile she doesn’t snore, she does have problems with that she keeps moving around in her sleep. In fact, there have been incidents which she has accidentally punched someone she slept next to right in the face. Plus, someone has to shake her awake or else she will remain asleep for a veeeery long time. However, now that she lives alone, her alarm clock works as well as someone shaking her awake.

"What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play?"

Yosafire would probably fit into the Neutral Good alignment, but with a streak of Chaotic Good as well. Yosafire’s brave-hearted tendencies sometimes tend to merge with the fact that she’s somewhat hot-blooded and stubborn, making her rather… unpredictable and somewhat dangerous.

“Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others?”

Following her move from Paralia to Kairos, Yosafire’s only way of contacting her friends in her hometown is via social and mobile networks. In fact, she reaches out to them so much so that she textes them basically every day just so that she knows how they are doing.

As for in real life, Yosafire does reach out to people. Sometimes she talks with classmates at her school, while also helping people who are lost in the various districts of Kairos find the way to their destination. She also sometimes asks for help at school for questions she doesn’t know how to answer. Or assignments. Heck, she usually tends to ask for help with schoolwork in general nowadays.

[recklessmoon]

locked out ★ of heaven ★ [open]

Normally in the morning he was greeted by the rushing cars and blaring horns. There would usually be a aroma of coffee in the air, if he was lucky to catch one of his parents leaving for work. But instead, he met with silence; birds were chirping outside of the window that was above the bed he awoke in.  It wasn’t long till he was out of bed to observe his dingy enviroment; the living room barely looked picked up and the kitchen space was incredibly small. Thirty minutes later, the boy was out the door and embraced by the rays of the sun. He had to cover his eyes upon walking out; to his surprise- the current home that he was in was in the middle of the forest. While he was trekking about, the boy’s eyebrows bunched together as he hurried. A fuzzy memory was beginning to form as he continued to hurry; there was a voice, his own and another…the same voice from the weird vision he saw days prior. She talked about leaving from the forest, because they (who was they, did it mean himself and that women?) had stayed too long.  It followed with him calling this person, mother, and it continued with him saying something about saying farewell to a friend.. She allowed it and he sauntered off into the night. The further he ran presently, the further the memory went. Blurry images of a boy and a girl could be seen, a parting gift was given and the two children parted ways. März began to slow down, because of the pain in his chest. He held his head while he looked for a tree to lean himself on. It wasn’t long till … whatever it was, continued on. He could see … himself walking in the forest and two shady men approached. Moments later after leading them to where he and the women lived, he was pushed down out of the window— he fell into the depths of the well. It was strange, all of this way. This must have been because of the lack of sleep, right? Or maybe it was the sun that was getting to him.  His brow knitted, as he finally regained his breath. Once he did, he hurried into Paralia and upon getting to the train station— was met with many bemused faces. The train station was unassailable currently.

"…How?" The child peered around to look at someone to speak with, and went to the first person he met eye contact with. "…’scuze me, do…do you know what is happening?"

[blumeninflammen-blog]

Ah, another person who didn't seem to know what's happening. Yosafire felt blessed that she wasn't alone with her confusion. After all, the sudden malfunction of the trains was not really something that happens out of nowhere. But so it had happened, and now Yosafire was stuck in Paralia. On a school day. This really was a mystery.

Speaking of school... didn't Yosafire recognize this boy? While it doesn't seem to be that they've met before, she did feel like she've seen him in the corridors, which would be a possibility. But it felt like asking him would be out of the blue considering the situation they were in. It just didn't feel right to ask. Not at this moment, at least. None the less, it would be more of an issue to find out what's going on than asking someone if they had met before. For once Yosaf was smart enough to think about that.

"Well, the trains stopped working, and now we're here." Obvious answer, Yosaf. "It seems that we just have to wait?"

[yourfuckingmuse]

A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

[inukanine-blog]

yourfuckingmuse:

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

[cittamemes]

Send me a sentence for my character’s reaction:

I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

You’re scaring me.

[blumeninflammen-blog]

"You're joking, right?"

Was she? Yosaf was just really interested in learning about the night club life, not suddenly hooking up with someone she didn’t know. Yeah, she wasn’t joking, probably. Romance and flirting was waaay off her mindmap.

"Nope, I do believe that I’m not interested in hooking up with a complete stranger tonight." God, had she known that this would happen she would have stayed at home, reading A Feast for Crows. Yeesh.

[cittamemes]

Send me a sentence for my character’s reaction:

I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

You’re scaring me.

[k1ralina]

I JUST DREW A BACKGROUND OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO— ヽ(ﾟДﾟ„)ノ

I’m playing The Gray Garden, and I reaaaally love Yosafire, she’s like my gameself!! She’s super bubbly (and a little idiot) but she is the cuteness itself ; v ; 

[rene-elric]

[blumeninflammen-blog]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

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?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[blumeninflammen-blog]

[～紅～] Aux Champs Elysées

This really wasn't something Yosafire had expected to happen. Suddenly she was back in her hometown, unable to return back to Kairos due to the trains suddenly being out of order. And almost as if it was an ironic twist, she did not travel to Paralia to visit her parents. No, she just arrived there with no reason. And now she's stuck.

And Yosafire knew she shouldn't be here either. She had school today, and for once actually remembered to leave in her homework. It's like rubbing salt into an open wound; despite how good it might be for the wound it will hurt like hell. Not to mention this fuzzy image she can't get out of her head.

Yes, what had she seen? The sky rapidly moving, the feeling of suddenly being dragged to the ground... Falling off of a cliff? That would be impossible. Yosafire knew that she was a bit of a klutz, but at least she had never being close on falling off of a cliff. Maybe rolling down a hill by mistake would work, but this wasn't it.

Thing is, Yosafire was certain that this hasn't happened to her before. In her childhood, her friends and parents often made sure that she wouldn't get hurt way too much. That was how clumsy she could be, but... it's hard to tell. Maybe it was a dream she suddenly remembered? No, that would be way too much of an epileptic tree theory.

"Maybe I'll check around and see what the fuzz is all about." Yes, she should do that. This was just all too weird. "I mean, this can't just be solved by sitting down in confusion, right?"

And so Yosafire got up from the bench she had been sitting on, starting her journey of finding out the mystery of the trains that had suddenly stopped. She felt like a character in a movie she had seen as a child, someone who also had wounded up in another place without knowing. Dorothy something. All Yosaf remembers is that the character had a little dog.