#crepusculle

[fallingoffeathers-blog]

crepusculle liked for a starter

         While the boy had good intentions... animals would always have a distain for him. This philosophy held true for the cat in the tree. How did he know it was in the tree? Because as the boy had been walking past, he noticed it had been stuck within it’s upper branches. Perhaps it was a bad idea but-- he had scaled the tree as well, and was currently trying to grab the cat.           Which of course resulted in scratches. Lots, and lots of scratches. Animals naturally feared him because of what he was, and that made this task exceedingly difficult...          “Here kitty kitty kitty... Please...? I just want to--” The male’s voice cut short, as the branch below him began to give way and crack. Resulting in the quick descent of his body. 

         Although... the impact was softer than expected-- why was--          “O-oh no-- a-are you alright!?” Getting off of the other quickly, he knelt beside him. Ignoring the shock from the fall best he could. “I’m sooooo sorry-- if your hurt I can call 911 and--” ... Needless to say, the boy was scared to death he’d hurt this stranger. 

[mealdriven-blog]

『 RANDOM GUY ｡｡｡ crepusculle ;; 』

               [ ✦ ]   “W-Well…I don’t hate them, but…”

          It seemed Zan’s own opinion did not matter at the moment, for his fingers curl tentatively around a soft, papery surface, brimming with something warm. The quaint aroma startled the other, who had yet to realize that he’d have to hold onto the other’s food…despite the fact that he hardly enjoyed these kinds of things.

                        “…I’m afraid I don’t eat these too often…”

     If anything, Fang was already in quite a good mood from having been able to purchase the last of today’s limited edition of sweets at the newly opened bakery. Of course, that was why after receiving the pretzels being thrown in as part of the package deal, his generosity was already becoming rather  PROMINENT.  With fingers carelessly tucked into the gap of a white card box’s protruding handle, spreading it’s grey oily grease from cakes and tarts across the corners, his gaze flickers nonchalantly towards him.

     “ It’s free food, so why not take it? Try one first and if you don’t like them, you could always throw them into the trash later. ” he casually reasons. For the time being, attempting to persuade him was enough to prevent Fang from eating the remaining sweets, if only because he promised Eryn,  STUCK  with cleaning duty, that they’ll eat together by the time he came back home.

@crepusculle // continued from here

[botoruko-blog]

@crepusculle

collaborations were very common in the world of vocaloids. different producers, artists, singers, composers — anyone who wanted a chance to rise to fame using a vocaloid came in and out of the crypton building every day. this was the first time, however, that the android had seen someone walking inside the crypton building with their eyes closed. 

he was definitely out of place, for his features appeared to be foreign. the data being sent to them was downloading right now in their mind, but they suspected he was the one whom they were supposed to be a guide for, in order to choose their ideal vocaloid. ❛ this is no time to play games. i should give you a tour before you choose your vocaloid.... ❜ they paused, clearing their throat as the data finished processing. ❛ pardon my language. mister audupon, are you ready to begin your tour ?? ❜ the file read he was to be treated with the utmost respect because of the empire he hailed from in addition to his status in said empire. a popular and charismatic idol adored by his people. so very similar to their original...

[ofchevalier-blog]

'I think I’ve broken something.’ ((any muse is fine!!))

Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring Starters || @crepusculle || accepting

          ❝Well.❞ 

          The general exhales slowly, somewhat off put by the others inherent inadequacy. Of course, one really couldn’t be blamed or scorned for a single mistake, so long as it wasn’t repeated. But Clovis, though he prided himself in being a patient man, couldn’t restrain himself from showing his own annoyance at both being unable to tell if what the other said was true, and unable to heal should it be necessary.

          However, that indignation fades when he steps forward to get a better look at the area he indicated. ❝It does appear swollen,❞ he admits, a hand raising to cup his chin in thought whilst he gave the other’s arm a thorough peruse. 

          ❝I’m sure a healer would be of better help than me---Allow me to lead you there.❞