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🍭 ▬ Flower Festival 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑: @greenfilia
「 🍬 」▬ “I wouldn’t call myself a bad shot. But I’d really like that flippin’ adorable big cat plush up there. So, if we both try at this rifle shooting game I’m sure one of us will beat it. Plus it’ll be fun, what do you say?”
“Someone is having a bad hair day.”
☁ - makes my muse wish they could fix their relationship
Osomatsu’s way too optimistic about all his relationships, platonic or otherwise, to actually have someone in mind when faced with this question. If he really, really thought about it on a melancholy day, though... someone does come to mind, actually.
Choromatsu.
How close they were when they were little, how many antics they spearheaded as a team... Now his third brother is all ‘we have to get jobs!’ and ‘be responsible as the eldest sibling!’ with that high and mighty attitude... Well, not that he was that different. For all his talk, he didn’t have a job yet either. Hell, Todomatsu got farther than he did. Osomatsu didn’t know whether that thought should bring him more annoyance or relief. Both, probably.
And besides, the correct term still wasn’t ‘fix,’ exactly. There was nothing wrong with what they had now! He was still able to tease his little brother mercilessly, and Choromatsu’s reactions were always fun to see. There were still many moments when the two of them could talk to each other about anything, from the most serious to the most inane topics.
But just... sometimes it’d be cool if things didn’t have to change at all, even as they grew up, right?
♡ = complimenting them .
send me a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours… ♡ = complimenting them
As much as their perpetual disagreement is a spectacle to behold, Eliza certainly wouldn’t be opposed to learning the true nature of their existence. They’re not Samson, nor his new host – but she would be damned if their combination isn’t better.
“I’m moved by your thoughtfulness. And who am I to thank for the generosity – beauty? Beast?” She tilts a shoulder, impish. “Or both?”
✖ - a repressed memory
Even good people have to do back things sometimes, Martel told herself. She didn’t think what she was doing reflected on her morals at all, but it made her feel disgusting. She had a reputation for being one of the best hands with thread in the village, since she made her and her brother’s clothes. She thinks most of the people that come to her are doing it more out of pity though. Better this than let them starves the village decided. She had little pride, though. She was okay living off pity.
She hates when humans come into the village, though it’s always diplomats. To elves, she’s still a child, and off limits. But to humans, at nineteen, she’s old enough to be considered for many roles. She’s a pretty thing, despite her blood, and people have picked up on that.
“You know, if you’re willing to be extra friendly with me, I could find you a job in my house.” The human she’s fixing the outfit of offers. She thinks he tore it just so he could come here and hit on her. There aren’t many half elves in the village, and she’s prettier than most. Plus, she’s the oldest female one without parents to fall back on.
“I have a job here sir.” She’s always polite when she answers, even though she’s disgusted. She knows what she’s being offered.
“Not a good one. I’ll be in town a few more days. Find me if you want to take me up on my offer.”
She doesn’t seek him out. She knew that situation would make her more money than she has now, she maybe her brother can go to bed on a full stomach for once, but she can’t do it. She can’t let Mithos see her in that way. Besides, he’d have no future there. Even when she passes out from hunger a week later, she never regrets it.
☾ TALENT SHOWDOWN: TAVROS VS. FUKUA ☽
@greenfilia
You peer into the KITCHEN. There’s Fukua, taking an order out to the tables. You’ll let her get that one, but there’s no harm in an EARLY CALL.
[ ♉ ] TAVROS: pSSST, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: fUKU-- fILIA, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: fIGHT STARTS IN FIVE, sO, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: i WOULD BE PREPARING, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: a FIRST AID KIT, fOR A TOTAL SMACKDOWN SOON, }:)
❊✸✥✷❋ (in conjunction with any of my blogs or upcoming ones, really)
✸ I want to plot with you✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great✷ I wish our characters was friends❋ Your blog is one of my favs ❊ I want to roleplay with you
((fhdkjsfhskdjMama mia I’m dying in my seat as we speAK, AHH I would love love to plot and rp with you and Martha definitely always needs friends for her whack-ass self, so maybe we could plot something out that goes in that direction? Thank you so much again rip))
Application
Name: Fukua (and Shamone) Age: 16 (29) Home Sector/District: Gamma Experience: Lot of pit-fighting, training, and fighting the undead (Same on the undead and used to work as an assassin and sharpshooter for hire) Preferred Weapon: Just my fists will do… and my hair (I’m all she needs, plus whatever stuff I can use to paint a bulls-eye) Desired Rank (Optional): Crow works for us Any extra information: Still trying to get stronger, so I can’t take on anything too heavy just yet
“I’ll be honest, I’ve never heard of someone using their hair as a weapon, but whatever works. I won’t judge. Welcome aboard, the both of you.”
- ACCEPTED -
