#leeidolff

[kaitouxjeanne]

+ ♜♞♟ 5 have stepped onto the chessboard.

see-you-in-space-cowboy started following you

o--kumura started following you

leeidolff started following you

makkairomirage started following you

thatshittycook started following you

Recently, the mysterious phantom thief Jeanne who leaves her pursuants in the dust has taken up baking. One could only shop so much in certain period of time. Unfortunately, one could only eat so much of one's own baking, too. 

Now Jeanne was left with a basket of cutely shaped and rather delicious cookies. The said basket was next to her on a bench in a park surrounding a sparkling lake. Pretty in her flowy white summer dress and simple sunhat with a matching white ribbon tied around it, she sat staring at the lake.

If anything, I could feed it to the ducks. I'd rather see that than the batch in a trash can.

Just as the blonde was contemplating what to do with the cookies, someone plopped on the bench next to her and her cookies. Though she didn't know whether or not they'd take a stranger's food.. why not? The thief turned to face the bench newcomer.

"Hello.. this might seem a bit strange, but I've made far too many cookies. Would you like any?"

[piercedidiot-archive-blog]

4 Piercings~

Finally, school's over. Time to take off his glasses, his hot school uniform jacket, and put up his hair.  Izumi doesn't really know why he still hides his piercings and tattoos. Maybe it's the fear of his fellow classmates judging him, then ignoring him even more. The thought of that depressed him a bit. It's hard trying to hide his true self everyday. During gym class he always wears his jacket, even if it's a hundred degrees outside. Looking around a bit, he spots a bench under a large tree. Score. Shade. He immediately goes over to the bench and sits down.

[thegorgeousboy]

leeidolff visited Walker's house.

"..In February 1787 his finance minister, Charles Alexandre de Calonne, convened an Assembly of Notables, a group of nobles, clergy, bourgeoisie, and bureaucrats selected in order to bypass the local parliaments. This group was asked to approve a new land tax that would, for the first time, include a tax on the property of nobles and clergy. The assembly did not approve the tax, instead demanding that Louis XVI call the Estates-General."

Being in his room and studying,focusing as much as he can,Alexander tried not to ignore the fact that if someone rings on the door,he needs to answer. But is was History! His favorite subject! And the country he was studying about was France.  While enjoying his time,suddenly,the male heard the door ringing. Forgetting to take off his glasses,he walked to the door,thinking who would that be.

[neuroticsynth]

☾ Emmi ☾ ｐｒｅｓｓ【ＰＬＡＹ】

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It appears that Emmi has found her way to harmonize!                                                                             Retribution is bittersweet.                                              Are you ready to trade an equivalent cause?                                                                                        I beg to differ.

He claps his hands twice together, then rubbing them a small cloud leaves his breath at the mercy of a gentle sigh. He visits the shrine and wishes for good things to come. A happy new year, he figured. Though today was far from January, he wanted to think that today was his new beginning. Being that no one else was around, the boy could not help but feel out of place. It did not matter, he supposed. And then the bells begin to chime, ringing as he shook the rope. Turning back he oversees the forestry that surrounded the temple. A reluctant smile humors itself on his face. It would be a long journey back into the city, though no matter, he had plenty of daylight on his hands.

Which reminded him. Perhaps he should make a wish and write it upon the wooden palettes hanging on strings in the breeze? Curiously the boy reads a few of the words on each slab of wood. Words like freedom, love, future, and fame were scrawled on them. However Len had something specific in mind but he grinned, attempting to dare himself into writing down his own wish on one of the palettes for himself.                                               Ahhh but he chickened out from doing it.                                            He wanted to keep it to himself a little longer.

[oriastraum]

What makes human, human?                   Appearance, looks, personality... lies.                               ...——————Do you have a... heart?

angelicshotgun leeidolff

           had wandered into the Dragon's Realm

"Seriously..." A small sigh fell from the dragon's lips as he tread his way through the small forest nearby a town, receiving a request from one of a client regarding how he had witnessed a 'monster' hunting around the area. The word struck him, however, since he knew that the only monster around here was himself. He was the one destroying and killing numbers of people decades ago, and now he was paid to actually hunt down someone else who might just not be completely 'human'? It saddened him. Humans are always like this.. afraid of those who are different from them. They would surely hunt him down too if they knew he wasn't anything close to human. The dragon wasn't entirely fixated on the fact that he'll hunt the person down, but he was curious. His senses picked up the presence.. one that exceeded those of human, and it caught his attention. Another step forward, and that was when his dragon tattoo started to burn. The moon was glaring down at him, but the said presence was stronger.

He picked up the pace, dashing through the woods while keeping his senses alert. Who was he looking for? A demon? A God?

Only one way to find out.

[stolzhintern]

flaumbe 

leeidolff

shiftersinhiding 

         He just hung up on a very stressful phone call with his room mate--apparently, he decided that the dozen or so puppies he found in a box were now going to be staying with them. Rubbing at his eyes, he gave a sigh--slumping his shoulders and muttering a small. "Damn, I need some coffee." He couldn't even remember how much sleep he got last night; but it wasn't much he was sure of that.

[p-edale-blog]

littlemisslyrical | adnectimus | leeidolff | xx-help-from-above-xx

B A M ! !

          // A thump could be heard if within earshot, maybe even a ring. The android hadn't been paying attention and had accidentally run into a pole. "Ouch," the boy said as he rubbed his injured head. Fortunately, there was no blood and the injury wasn't visible. Still, it remained painful.

          // He turned to the other and jabbed their shoulder with his finger, a wide grin on his face. Guess who was trying to look innocent. "Do you happen to know where I can get ice for my wound?"