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[kawaiikami-norifumi]

Famiresu Iko starts off with Satomi becoming fixated with removing a stain on a canvas. It's not a stain he directly caused, someone bumped into him yet he feels it's his duty to remove it. Much like the tattoo Kyouji has of his name.

[catmonontv]

Hello everyone!

You can call me Nel, he/it!

I have no idea how I got here, I was going for a walk and then stuff went weird, and I just, appeared here

Not sure what happened, but hey, these Pokémon things are cute

Here's a picture of me:

Anyway, that's about all!

Toodles!

Ooc info!

Hi everyone! It's me, Cotton! New blog as voted

Blog hub is @cottonsbloghub

Anyways, this guy is just a faller from some world somewhere, but he does have some unique things about him because of his TV head, try and see if you can figure it out!

Anyways, stuff as usual

Everything else off

Pelipper mail On

Magic anons On

All symbols mean what they normally do

There are post tags, but I'm not telling you how they work yet because it's something I want you guys to figure it out!

Anyways, have fun!

Posts in UK time

[daily-tess]

This Tess (?) is from 2.0.3!

[blackberrybrambles]

Blackberry Brambles - Beginning

To celebrate the official opening of this blog, I went ahead and wrote up a nice little snippet story that explains some of the story pertaining to how our dear reader has wound up trapped in the Fae Realm with Sun and Moon! It's not to long of a read, only a little over 1600 words, but it's something!

TW for a very angry Moon, a fair amount of food waste, and for general horror content.

The sound of glass shattering cuts swiftly through the silence of the night. Every window of every room bursts of its own accord, as if having been struck by some violent, ominous force.

Every lightbulb in the house bursts. Pop after pop of vibrant light blinds you, leaving red lines burned momentarily into your retinas as you’re plunged into near darkness.

Only the pale light of the moon remains there to watch over you.

You clutch your head, feeling an intense wave of pressure wrack your body as you drop the bowl from your hands. The porcelain shatters upon the tile floor. Vanilla ice cream splatters and fans out, mixing with the violet syrup as it melts atop the stone. You watch the streaks of soft purple ripple faintly, unable to lift your head as the pressure around you grows all the more intense.

Until suddenly it stops. All has gone still. If only for a moment.

Then you hear the footsteps. One after another. The gravel just outside your house crunches as the unknown visitor moves around outside.

As your head clears and you can finally move, you find yourself looking out the nearest broken window. A tall, ominous shadow passes by the ruined pane. Glowing spots mark your vision as the shadow seems to light up in places. You blink repeatedly in confusion, as if trying to erase the disorienting yellow splotches with the rapid movements of your eyelids.

The figure shifts still, virtually impossible to make out in this near absolute darkness.

Two glowing spots come into your line of sight. Fiery and angry. You stare at them for a moment, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

A seething, inhuman rage radiates from those eerie red orbs.

They turn away from you just as slowly, and the figure resumes walking. It disappears from your line of sight. The only hint at the continued approach of the creature is the crunching of gravel under heavy footsteps.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Silence.

Then your front door abruptly launches out of place. The wood snaps and splinters violently as the door is thrown against the distant wall.

The broken light bulbs burst to life with a red glow. A shadow of red washes over everything within your line of sight. Suddenly it's as though you’ve been cast into hell itself. You see not in black and white, but black and red.

A loud, horrible growl sounds from the next room.

You watch long, clawed fingers curl around the corner of the empty doorway. The glowing red orbs reappear, only now you can see the face they’re attached to.

A large, perfectly circular head peeks around the corner. An oversized inhuman face stares down at you. Its wide, toothy grin is made all the more ominous by the spiteful red glow of its eyes. It looks like some sort of statue. A statue that has come to life.

You tremble at the sight of it, unsure of what it wants or why it’s come for you. But you can see the hatred in its eyes. Intense and unyielding.

“Where are they?” The creature utters, raking their claws down the wood of the doorframe.

You tremble at the sound of it. At the sound of its voice. Soft and guttural. Like a drowned whisper struggling to find breath.

There comes a moment of intense, terrifying silence as you stare at this thing that has invaded your home. Then they shift to step further into the room with you. Their other arm comes into view as they wrap their hand around the other side of the doorframe. You hear the wood creaking and cracking as this entity begins to violently push against it.

“Where are they?!” It repeats, its voice getting louder and more threatening as it stares down at you. Your lip quivers as tears begin to roll down your cheeks. The terror of this situation quickly overwhelms you as this thing proceeds to tear massive chunks out of the doorway simply by jerking its clawed hands.

Your voice dies in your throat before you can even hope to try and respond. You don’t know what this creature wants. You don’t know what it’s asking for. But you’re willing to give it anything, just to get it to leave.

You tremble helplessly as this malicious entity proceeds to fully make its way into the room with you.

“WHERE ARE THEY?!” It repeats once more, raising its voice further. “I KNOW YOU TOOK THEM! THE BIRDS DON’T LIE!” It adds.

A quiet sob escapes you in response to the horrific voice screaming in your ears. You can do nothing but shrink into yourself as the being slowly stomps its way closer to you.

The tile splits and cracks beneath its heavy feet.

Stomp, crack.

Stomp, crack.

Stomp, crack.

Until you hear the violent squelch as it steps in the puddle of melted ice-cream that lays just in front of you.

It pauses, seemingly caught off guard by both the sound and the feeling of stepping into something wet. You watch the massive, flat face twitch and rock from side to side. Like a large bird or an insect studying something that’s caught its attention.

The creature leans down, running their fingers through the melted dairy treat that has pooled upon the floor. It then brings its hand close to its face, studying the viscous cream as it drips from its fingers.

For a moment, everything goes silent again. Save for the sound of drops of melted ice-cream and blackberry syrup dribbling onto the tile floor.

Then there comes a loud, terrible growl. A growl so loud and violent that it makes the walls around you shake.

“Rulebreaker!” The creature snarls out, its voice surprisingly quiet as it speaks. It drops its hand, turning its face back down to stare directly at you. “RULEBREAKER! Thief! Naughty! NAUGHTY!” It growls, the pitch of its voice rising and falling as a result of its growing rage.

A large, clawed hand shoots out to wrap around your throat. You try to scream, but find your voice cut off as the intense grip of it prevents you from making a single sound. It strangles you violently as it lifts your body clean off of the floor. Your legs dangle helplessly beneath you, though you thrash lightly as you begin to claw violently at the hand, desperate to escape. You’re dropped before the lack of air can threaten to plunge you into darkness.

But you’re not freed. Those clawed hands catch you by your shirt before you could even hope to run away. The entity yanks you so that you stand, growling all the while.

“Where are they?! Show me!” It demands, shaking you angrily by the front of your shirt.

“What?!” You sob, your voice finally finding its way past your lips as you offer a desperate inquiry of your own. You have no idea what this thing is or what it wants. But you’ll give it what it wants, if it just tellsyou what it's here for.

The creature roars in response, dropping you again.

“The blackberries!” It hisses, voice going a bit quieter as it watches your body fall into a crumpled heap upon the ground. The fear has effectively paralyzed you, rendering you unable to run. “Where are the blackberries?! MY blackberries! You stole them! Thief! Rulebreaker!” It utters, finally making it clear exactly what it's come for.

Your voice dies in your throat again. But now aware of what this thing has come for, you timidly point towards your pantry.

Your hand trembles so badly that the creature seems to struggle to figure out what you mean, at first. Then it storms over to your pantry and practically rips the door off of its hinges. There they are. The blackberries. Or what’s become of them.

Multiple jars of blackberry jam and blackberry syrup sit in plain view.

The being seems to freeze at the sight of them.

“No...” It mutters, its voice having gone strangely quiet. You watch as it reaches into the pantry to pick up a jar of blackberry jam. Freshly canned.

Then it snarls abruptly, throwing the jar at the nearby wall. The glass shatters loudly and the jam splatters against the drywall. Everything drops down onto the floor, splattering loudly.

“No! No! No!” It growls, picking up another jar, then throwing it.

Then another.

And another.

The sound of glass jars shattering and jam splattering creates a horrific chorus that resonates throughout your home as this being seemingly has a mental breakdown in front of you. Until there remain no jars left for it to hurl in anger.

Then the beast goes quiet for a moment. Only for a moment. After which it turns to look at you, its whole body jerking and spasming as it does.

“You!...” It mutters, stomping towards you with loud, jerky steps. “Rulebreaker!... Rulebreaker!... Punished. You. Must. Be. Punished.” It quietly growls, reaching for you once more.

A terrified whimper escapes your lips as those large, clawed hands wrap around your face and head. You’re lifted up again. Slowly but easily. Your legs dangle limp beneath you this time, the fear having genuinely left you paralyzed this time around. You can’t even bring your hands up to wrap around the arms that now hold you like a rag doll.

Tears roll down your cheeks as you stare into the inhuman red eyes of the creature. Its wide, playful smile never falters as it stares at you.

“Nighty night.” It utters, maintaining unrelenting eye contact with you.

You feel its claws threaten to dig into you. You feel the intensity of its hate as you stare into its fiery, glowing eyes. Until suddenly pain shoots through the back of your head, and you’re plunged abruptly into cold, unyielding darkness.

[dunmeshicaps]

[pairofnines-blog]

rude awakening | open

Alright, just how much did he have to drink last night?

Waking up in a strange place, no memory of how he got here, and with a buzzing headache rattling around in his skull - it doesn’t take much for him to put two and two together. He blacked out, something happened, and he ended up... wherever the fuck this is. Wait, holy shit, had he been kidnapped? 

There’s a spike of panic in his chest, but he forces it back down. He’s not hurt, and there’s other people here, and none of them are hurt. He should wait until he knows more. Yeah. It’s fine. He’s fine. It’s fine, right? It’s fine.

He pushes himself out of his chair and takes a shaky step, and then a less shaky step, and now he’s moving like he should be. The headache is disappearing already. He reads through the contents of the envelope as he paces, getting the blood moving. They want him to use the nickname, huh? He’s not... He’s Nines, here. Nines.

[♫♫♫]

Nines folds up the papers and sticks them in a pocket, and starts to pace through the house, stretching his arms above his head and feeling his spine crack back into place. He pokes his head into the kitchen, and the lounge, but finds himself in the library, mostly because a certain something has caught his eye.

He walks over to the desk and leans in to better look at the ship in a bottle. He gingerly picks it up, holding it to the light and peering through the glass at all of the ship’s tiny details. And then, through the glass, he notices that he’s not alone in the room.

He lowers the bottle just a little, and can’t help but break into a smile. “Are you feeling as fucked up as I am right now?” he laughs. His voice carries a moderate German accent mixed in with something that could otherwise be mistaken for a received British one. “Maybe you can tell me what I did last night - I can’t fucking remember any of it.”

His eyes fall back to the bottle. “This house is impressive though, ja? That guy, Theo, he must have a shit ton of cash.”

[in-the-mines-of-veingadd]

“In fact, Feral Brines used to eat whatever they can hunt and find down there, such as other hostile mobs and even rotten meat, so they can’t get sick over spoiled food.” 

“But they have taste buds, too. Many of the Brines that are domesticated would rather eat surface meals than whatever down there, isn’t that right, Steven?” 

...

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll bake you chocolate cake when we got home from here, but at least finish your rations. I’d rather you not starve--”

“No, you can’t go out right now and hunt deer and eat them raw. I know they are delicious, but we BOTH will get in trouble if you run out of the Mining premises, so just endure it for another three days, yeah?”

[NONCANON/OOC] I know, I’m reusing some parts from previous asks, but this is quite a minor ask >.>” Please bear with me and my small amount of free time to do blog stuff. 

[theonlyori-blog]

dark dawn | open

[♫♫♫♫]

A flash of orange against white. It fades, paler and paler, as it drifts away, lost in the rush of blowing snow...

A nameless person enters the closest doorway to find a lush garden in the middle of an arctic winterscape. It’s warm, and bright. The person in question regards their new surroundings with an impassive expression, neither pleased nor displeased by their discovery. 

They rub at their eyes. It feels like they’ve just woken up from a century of sleep. They wonder if they still sleep, if this is yet another dream. Things are hazy. They’re disoriented, unsure.

They look down at their hands (small, pale, swimming in fabric), turn them over. There’s a scar along the back of one. The hands don’t feel real. They feel like someone else’s hands. This feels like someone else’s body, and that they are just observing, in cameras mounted behind the eyes.

Ah, right, the hologram had said... they fish through the layers of fabric to find an ID card. Ori Okinose. That must be them. They don’t know if that’s them or this body or both. Ori. The name is okay, they decide. They do not feel particularly strongly about it.

They walk through the garden, looking over the flowers. They stop by one planter, bearing broad, pretty flowers in pink and yellow. Outside is cold and hostile, and yet, flowers grow. Beautiful, delicate, living flowers. One hand touches a flower, to ensure its authenticity.

And then snaps the stem and pulls the flower from its plant.

The door opens just then, and Ori turns to face the newcomer, holding the flower in their hands.

“Do you know me?” they ask. Their voice sits around a mezzo-soprano, quiet, flat, and calm.