#artipostle

[savarnani]

                                                                                        ↳ @artipostle ✽ //

   〢▸ ❝Kanda, there you are! I was wondering... Did you make any specific plans for today?❞

[misanthropicide-blog]

@artipostle

  “...Why the hell are you staring at me? You got something to say?” 

  So Gareki wasn’t actually sure if he was the target of the other’s gaze, and he was actually giving it his all to not say anything, but this was a case where he was dealing with one of the things that ticked him off the most. Maybe it was ridiculous to despise staring to such a degree that he had to pipe up so sharply, but he had already had about enough of the day. There was no harm in making it that much worse, apparently.

[firstbornmatsu]

ooc--{{//did you know there are enough characters in this city voiced by Sakurai Takahiro to start a small army club baseball team}}

[raggedconflict-blog]

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My muse(s): kylo, i’m assuming!

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies(duh this is kanda we’re talking about) | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

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Martel is constantly pricking her fingers when she tries to sew. Because she and her brother would need to make their own clothes due to half elves being banned from many towns and most stores, she had to learn how to sew when she was very young. She is very good at it, but despite all the practice, she still pricks her fingers everytime she tries to sew.

[savarnani]

                                                                                                 ↳ @artipostle ✽ //

   〢▸ All of the guests twirling around to the music created a mesmerizing display in jewel toned satins, spangled silks, and embroidered velvets, seemingly filled with nothing but bliss in their spirits. The shaman was breathless and besotted with the mere beauty of the hour, like a child who first saw moonlit snowfall. How different she felt in this environment, as if in that moment she could set her worries aside and live in the world anew. As soon as she took a step forward, hesitance laced her features, disarranging the cycle of her own determination. She didn’t even have a partner...  

[refutable]

artipostle

          Ah, yeah, this guy, she remembers not-so-fondly; some time ago, she (probably not legally) broke into his house with the intention of meeting with Allen... and ended up meeting this jerk again. He wasn’t so bad, she figures, considering it likely wasn’t her place to slip in through the window uninvited. But he’s a friend to Miss Sera and Allen, she feels the inkling to speak with him as they’re both awkwardly standing on the beach, clearly avoiding the water. “Hey, Kanda-san, is there something in the water? It won’t hurt you.” Says the only other person on the beach who, too, hasn’t gone near it at all - not that her she lacked the ability to swim, as rather she already felt the sun taking its toll to her alabaster features.

[datarequiem-blog]

↳ ✽ - - - She ran, feet leaving marks with temporary permanence behind her. The moment she patted down her palms on the surface of the water, the white sand her fingertips had gathered trickled away with the waves. She sank her toes in the wet sand and smiled, eyes shimmering with the love of the ocean as water lapped around her waist. A beat passed, and gaze shifted from glorious water to the swordsman she had left behind on shore.

❝Kanda? —Is there something on my face?❞

The shaman, hair saltwater-stiff paired with shoulders and cheeks bright red with the beginnings of a sunburn, noticed he had been looking at her strangely, and the inquiry instinctually slipped from her lips.

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