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While the early morning hours were far from favorable for the silver haired man, he had plans that he intended to finish for the day; even if that meant waking up in the morning, it certainly did not mean he would have to go the entire morning without any assistance to keep him awake. Crammed, many people were sandwiched between each other at the cafe’s bar and that was far from any choice he was about to make; fortunately enough, once he had been given his order, he quickly noted an empty spot at a table for two. Unfortunately, though, the other half was occupied, but it was not as if that were any deterrent ( for him, at least ); therefore, he was prompt to take his seat before opening his mouth to speak.

❝ My apologies for intruding. ❞ Sounding more irritated than apologetic, Kuja could only rectifying the situation by lazily requesting her kindness ( either way, he wasn’t about to move– social etiquette be damned at this godforsaken hour ); shameless, he chose to inquire without  second thought. ❝ I did not plan for it to be so busy. Do you mind if I sit for a moment?  ❞

Bringing herself to such crowded places was something she seldom humored herself with, usually out of curiosity or with the intent of some grand purpose she deemed worthy - but indulging her own need to know was not always a good idea even if such an occurrence was rare, as the violent rush of noise made it difficult to hear her own thoughts.

Snow considers finishing her now lukewarm drink as quickly as possible and leaving, a small frown telling well enough that she feels that she has wasted enough of her time here. 

A slight invasion to her space raises her brow to the speaker, noting his initial tone - but she lightly tips her head into a nod to remember her patience.

“Please, help yourself.”

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Silence is usually something he would take a great comfort in— moments like these, however, silence feels rather suffocating, and he does his best not to squirm as he waits for a response; ready to jolt and try and get out of the situation if it is needed. Such a response brings relief; though silently panics when he sees her move forward. “Ah, you don’t need to… that is, I’ll have to buy more anyways, so you really don’t have to bother with saving it. Rather, w-would it be of any help to cover the cost of getting your dress dry cleaned…? It is the least I can do.” It would hardly be noticed expense, anyways. 

There is surprise at that— granted, it is not like the fact he is a writer is any secret; but his lips will twitch up in a small smile for a brief moment. “That I am, yes. Is there a reason why you ask?” Edgar can guess, at the very least, that it must mean something to her, if she’s asking  (and assumably, in a good way; even if he’s not quite sure what will come of it).

She shouldn’t have assumed so quickly. She remembers where she is, no longer in a place governed by the taking of lives upon the pages of books and tomes forgotten. Perhaps she was too intense for a moment there, any thought of Grimm living and breathing among the people here makes her head whirl - if they were here, what has she been doing up till now? 

Snow shakes her head gently. Despite her initial reaction and muddled thoughts following, she reaffirms herself. 

“It’s of little concern, where clothing can be replaced, documented work by hand cannot.” 

“The traditional ways of glass bottles for ink seems rare these days.” She would never come to terms of allowing the faint sense of hope capturing her actions, she must be more reserved from here on, guarded as usual - but her thoughts linger on the thought of seeing the master she seeks to revive. “Though I’m no writer myself, you can say that written works have a certain place in my heart.”

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"The Picture of Dorian Gray" sentence starters

❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞

❝ The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. ❞

❝ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ❞

❝ I have grown to love secrecy. ❞

❝ Your cynicism is simply a pose. ❞

❝ You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages. ❞

❝ Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. ❞

❝ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. ❞

❝ A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. ❞

❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞

❝ None of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. ❞

❝ I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. ❞

❝ There is nothing that art cannot express. ❞

❝ The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. ❞

❝ My heart shall never be put under their microscope. ❞

❝ It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. ❞

❝ I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.” ❞

❝ In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. ❞

❝ Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. ❞

❝ People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. ❞

❝ Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. ❞

❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞

❝ The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. ❞

❝ Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ❞

❝ You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. ❞

❝ Wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? ❞

❝ Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ❞

❝ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. ❞

❝ You like your art better than your friends. ❞

❝ I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. ❞

❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞

❝ Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it. ❞

❝ Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. ❞

❝ The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. ❞

❝ I can sympathize with everything except suffering. ❞

❝ Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different. ❞

❝ Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes. ❞

❝ You are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing. ❞

❝ I am always late on principle, the principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. ❞

❝ I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. ❞

❝ Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. ❞

❝ Passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. ❞

❝ If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me. ❞

❝ When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. ❞

❝ There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies. ❞

❝ I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ❞

❝ People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity. ❞

❝ The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. ❞

❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞

❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞

❝ To be in love is to surpass one’s self. ❞

❝ Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window. ❞

❝ Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies. ❞

❝ I shudder at the thought of being free. ❞

❝ I know you would never harm anyone I love, would you? ❞

❝ Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives. ❞

❝ Of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are. ❞

❝ The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ❞

❝ Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. ❞

❝ You are much better than you pretend to be. ❞

❝ I cannot understand how anyone can wish to shame the thing he loves. ❞

❝ When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy. ❞

❝ The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. ❞

❝ Being adored is a nuisance. ❞

❝ You are dreadful! I don’t know why I like you so much. ❞

❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞

❝ Love is a more wonderful thing than art. ❞

❝ There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. ❞

❝ The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. ❞

❝ I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. ❞

❝ You taught me what reality really is. ❞

❝ You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. ❞

❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you were to me, once. ❞

❝ You have spoiled the romance of my life. ❞

❝ Without your art, you are nothing. ❞

❝ There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. ❞

❝ There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. ❞

❝ I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous. ❞

❝ You cut life to pieces with your epigrams. ❞

❝ Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London people are so prejudiced. ❞

❝ One should never make one’s début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age. ❞

❝ How extraordinarily dramatic life is! ❞

❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞

❝ The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her. ❞

❝ Life has everything in store for you, ❞

❝ We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. ❞

❝ If one doesn’t talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. ❞

❝ You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. ❞

❝ I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. ❞

❝ You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. ❞

❝ if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. ❞

❝ Your friendship is dearer to me than any fame or reputation. ❞

❝ You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ❞

❝ Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. ❞

❝ There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own. ❞

❝ Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words. ❞

❝ There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance. ❞

❝ It has a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. ❞

❝ The past can always be annihilated. ❞

❝ How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and decoration! Even to read of the luxury of the dead was wonderful. ❞

❝ Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. ❞

❝ I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else. ❞

❝ I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. ❞

❝ You don’t want people to talk of you as something vile and degraded. ❞

❝ You must not say things like that. They are horrible, and they don’t mean anything. ❞

❝ You have had more to do with my life than you think. ❞

❝ Each of us has heaven and hell in him. ❞

❝ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. ❞

❝ Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don’t interest me any more. ❞

❝ What is it to me what devil’s work you are up to? ❞

❝ I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you. ❞

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞

❝ I am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked. ❞

❝ It is perfectly monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true. ❞

❝ Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. ❞

❝ Everybody I know says you are very wicked. ❞

❝ I like men who have a future and women who have a past. ❞

❝ Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. ❞

❝ He atones for being occasionally somewhat overdressed by being always absolutely overeducated. He is a very modern type. ❞

❝ What do you want? Money? Here it is. Don’t ever talk to me again. ❞

❝ Each man lives his own life and pays his own price for living it. ❞

❝ The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. ❞

❝ I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly. ❞

❝ To be popular one must be a mediocrity. ❞

❝ We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. ❞

❝ I wish I could love, but I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. ❞

❝ My own personality has become a burden to me. ❞

❝ Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. ❞

❝ The world has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. ❞

❝ Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. ❞

❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞

❝ The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❞

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There’s a satisfied hum that falls from his lips, a small smile at the soft chittering in his ear; the draft for his next manuscript seems to be coming along well— so it’s out to the city for a breath of air and a rare break before he goes back to writing. Though, being out makes Edgar antsy—he’s much better suited for being inside and there’s an itch in his fingers to get back to writing. But nevertheless, he had persisted… mostly because he needed a new stockpile of writing supplies, lest he run out in the midst of writing. He’d even gotten Karl more food while he was out (again, he’d rather not have to leave while working). So far, so good it seemed, carrying a bag in his hands.

“Ack—!” And that’s where he had jinxed himself; rounding the corner and colliding with another— a flinch as the bag slips from his hands, a wince at the sound of glass breaking and ink (oh goodness, this is why he was supposed to buy plastic bottles). “Oh…” Part of him wants to salvage what paper he can, but he’s already resigned to it being hopeless; instead turning his attention to the other, shoulders slumped slightly. “…D-Did I harm you? Spill any ink on your clothes?” It is less out of concern, more out of expecting the worst already.

Her eyes are still adjusting to what has just happened - fury attempts to writhe its way out of her silence, but it is simply not just to rain her anger upon one who did not find this intentional. Things cannot be helped, so it would be up to her to help in some way, stooping over to pick up the pages that could still be used- 

“It’s nothing.”

The small splotches of ink are stark clear upon her white dress ( and she will continue to hopefully mind them not ) but the moment her eyes found themselves upon the pages, some sadly limp from the dark stains. Snow White’s eyes light up with a small glimmer of hope, something entirely uncharacteristically of her. 

“Might you be...” Snow then stops to compose herself, clearing her throat. “Sir, are you perhaps, a writer?”

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KNY30: day 1

1. What is their favorite book or television show?

A word in for Snow White... about ‘Snow White’. Snow is pretty well aware of who and what she is. More than anything, she has reasons to regard her own tale with both fondness and loathing: what happened to her gives her fuel and enforce her dedication to her purpose, but it still isn’t easy to forget and accept the things that occurred to her.

That being said, she would probably like crime dramas and neo-noir films enough to have a strong opinion of them. 

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vitophage:

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It’s staring over the canal barrier, deeply disheartened and looking about as despondent as Necator is capable of– so, not actually that sad. It turns to look at the source of the approaching footsteps. “I need some help.”

A finger extends to point at the iced-over canal, where a lone hat has been swept off the good doctor’s head to land far out of reach. “I get the feeling it’s gone forever, lest you have some better idea.” Because fun as it might seem, there is no way Necator is going to set itself anywhere nearer ice than it needs to be. The snow has been bad enough, thanks– but it really did like that hat. It was a nice hat. Truly, this is a day of tragedy in the long, long life of Dr. Necator Amadeus.

She favors the idea of her leg being pulled. 

Snow’s eyes follow the pointing finger over the canal to see the small patch of color which must have been the stranger’s hat - it seemed rather lonely from this distance, as if waiting to be picked up. Regardless of the value it had to its owner, she still wasn’t so foolish as to try her luck on the ice.

“I’m afraid my arms are no longer than yours.”

 “If the winds will be gracious enough, perhaps it will carry your precious hat to some place closer to recover.”

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@quowjaz ✥ starter call!

❝ My, my… ❞ Kaoru had expected the garden to be deserted — which was the reason why she decided to come here to recite some lines for her favorite play in the first place — but it seems like her practice has been interrupted by… A fair lady. And a very dignified one, at that. From the way she dresses, the other looks like she just stepped out of a play — or perhaps a fairytale..?

❝ What is a lost little kitten doing here? ❞ Placing a hand on her own chest, Kaoru extends her other hand to the lady—— ❝ Have you been charmed by my voice, princess? If you wish to grace me with your presence by joining me, I shall be most pleased. ❞

The garden is by all means, a reminder of kinder times. 

A rather boisterous voice however, shatters the silence completely, and Snow White is almost shocked that it actually surprised her. Offering a glance around to look and see by some chance that she is being mistaken, she is met with the revelation that yes, perhaps she is being addressed. Hardened eyes return to the flora, finding that whatever the case, she had to be perfectly honest with herself - she found it difficult to try understand these theatrics. 

This is absurd. 

“I don’t know about charms. But if you are seeking company, I have no reason to ignore you.”

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The umbrella’s motion is caught out of the corner of her eye; she immediately startles, for a moment, not expecting it - once she realizes it is in no way a threat, she processes what it is and obediently ducks her head so that the woman has to reach less to cover her with it; it is, she thinks, the least she can do.

At the remark, the doll grasps her ball-jointed fingers together, as if she might hide them - she keeps meaning to find gloves; surely, it wouldn’t look out of place with the dresses and shawls she prefers, and she would feel slightly more at ease, somehow, with that one incredibly visible sign covered.

But, she tells herself, that is no cause to be rude. She doesn’t know the answer, though - the dream had changed so little, held static in its own bubble.

“It causes me no pain, at least,” she murmurs. “But thank you, good lady. This is a kindness all the same.

“Still, please do assure that you are staying dry, as well - I would not like for you to get sick for one such as I.”

Her words are mindful, and to that, Snow White nods once. Though the validity of this... kindness remains questionable, she only felt that this was the right thing to do. 

Was it odd that she could feel, do more for this doll than the creatures she has encountered in the past, more than some of the others who also came from tales similar to her own?

“I will be fine.” Her grip on the umbrella handle grows as firm as her words for herself. The symptoms of illness and the time to recover from it were all things that pointed to weakness. In other words, allowing herself to get sick was simply inexcusable. Snow White turns to the doll again, this time to carefully study her as she speaks.

“Allow me to accompany you until you reach your destination, doll.”

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One could say she was sheltered in many ways - the castle, the home of the dwarfs, the glass coffin... Library. Just being here felt rather liberating, and though she knows deep to her core not to indulge herself with the faintest eagerness for freedom in fear that she may still be watched, it surfaced. 

And the first thing in order was to find herself a worthy coat fitting to shield herself in this weather, and if she could find no such thing, perhaps she could try her hand in sewing one herself. Snow stops in front of the window of a shop, pondering a step in before catching a glimpse of a dress that not even Cinderella would consider wearing. 

A rare smile escapes her, and before she knows it, she’s talking to the closest person in her vicinity.

"Can you imagine anybody getting caught in that?”

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She must have been careless with her appearance today. 

Material possessions mattered little to Snow White, yet she stood there as she is, making no such move to lower herself to the ground. She doesn’t turn away to ignore it either, watching the rose hair pin settle at the feet of another soul. With one hand raised to clutch her unbound tresses and the other remaining at her side, she opens her mouth but doesn’t speak until she can collect herself.

“Stranger,” the single word is soft, betraying ( or perhaps, serving as a light mask for, ) the stern expression upon her face. “Unless you intend to pick that up for me, step aside.”

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❛ it was good. i just made it better. ❜

the punisher.

“I see.” The teacup continues to sit in its saucer, and the warming scent is undeniably irresistible. It’s not the same feeling as when she held that accursed apple in her hands, she had to do what she did then for a purpose - this is perhaps, just the selfish sensation of curiosity. Carefully smoothing her dress before seating herself down opposite of the speaker, Snow White weaves her fingers around the set and gingerly lifts the cup.

It’s surprising to see just how much she wanted even a taste of this tea.

“If you don’t mind, then… allow me to help myself.”

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1. what would completely break your character?

crucial muse development questions.

dear lord, if there’s anything snow white has going for her, it’s her mental strength and ability to disregard things that she feels would make her weak. it is mostly that carefully constructed facade of ignorance she needs to have, but she is very well aware of her actions and misdeeds, knowing that others will shun or curse her for things she has committed in the name of justice. she can’t and won’t allow herself to be caught in the consequences that follow-

however, if the promise of reviving her author does end up being a lie, she might just instantly crumble with the weight of all that she’s done. even then, she might just continue to delude herself that she hasn’t done wrong.

snow can only move forward, so any single step backwards will cause her to go back ten.

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It seemed that she is always met with dolls somehow. Snow White remains unmoved by the sheer height of the rather elegant, ball-jointed figure. Unlike the meddlesome duo that laughed and taunted her every move, this one was much more tolerable. Silent. It’s a shame that she is out in this weather like this.

Kindness, compassion, pity - things she had sworn to forsaken down her path. Snow’s lips settle in a thin line as she extends her arm to raise the umbrella over the doll’s form: 

Let this not be an act out of those signs of weakness she knows she has already shed, but one that repaid the doll for being simply as she is, nothing like those two nuisances Gishin and Anki. 

“Moisture does a doll ill, does it not?”

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