#overstained

[trashplay]

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                   ❝ right, you've never played volleyball? ❞

[nousagii-blog]

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Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair.

     He’s a bystander by all accounts, a no one for her to recall or remember in typical fashion. Another human. Another creature lost in the fragments of a memory so far gone with her own personal deceit. And how she barely feels in that sparse moment, a lapse of instinct and self-awareness, the press of a palm and floral expanse into tresses born of ebony bloom.

     In her own reflection she spies a contrast of colors, radiant in their petals and stock — crimson, lapping with white and gold. Where those star-gazers? A late blooming flower in the heated summer months, known for it’s beauty and aroma. Not that it mattered at all, truly. Furrowing her brow, she pauses, turn to take the boy so brazen in stock. It’s broad daylight, her reprisal cannot be that of her true behemoth nature, but inside she stumbles over words and heat rises to her face with an almost acute coloring.  

     Teeth grit but she makes no move to remove the gift from her tresses, instead lips part to whisper gratitude or curses — no one truly knows, not as she shuts her mouth and simply huffs before strutting away.

                                     the nerve of some strangers. 

[kusakxbe]

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❤ How long have you been RPing?

♫ — For about 3-4 years now.

♋ What drew you to this muse?

♫ — For a while now I’ve been obsessed with the game Metal Gear Rising, so like every other time I obsess over something new I have to make a character from that thing. Fin still is a MGR OC, but since there are not a lot of active MGR blogs that I’ve seen, I decided to make him a multiverse OC.

☢ How many active muses do you have?

♫ — Hmm… Right now I’d say about 6 are active. I have waaaaaaay more than 6 muses though;;;;

[wolfxboy]

call them brothers | overstained

Never had he particularly expected to find someone like him, another wolf. Sure, they had their differences, but the fact remained they found comfort in each other, that they could spend an evening sprawled in the grass and doing nothing but existing peacefully within their presence. Chatan liked that. He wasn't the best at conversation, and he suspected he never would be, so to have someone to be around who didn't mind that he was so silent was a blessing within itself. Not that he wouldn't speak when spoken to, but he isn't one to strike up any conversation, unless he had to. The fact that Oliver readily accepted his company, and they formed a companionship based on a mutual searching for something they didn't have a name for yet, perhaps home, Chatan would eternally thank the powers that be for. 

He makes his way over to Oliver, his white fur a stark contrast to the dark of the younger, who much more resembled the night sky than anything else, to collapse next to him, resting his snout on the nape over his neck, to release a sigh, tired and long, letting his spindly legs tangle themselves across the other's. Sleep was something rarely afforded to the traveling canine, so to get in even a moment's rest was something he'd always welcome gratefully. 

[cleanhxnds]

►► This should have been a very simple errand. Simply go out to a couple of stores, buy things for the house such as food and appliances, and come back. Simplicity itself. It was so simple that Kiyoko had to ask herself how did it turn into such a difficult chore.

The short young woman noted that she did cook and clean for a family where the majority were males, but eating the house empty was just too much. Maybe she should have sent them to do the shopping instead as punishment, but it never occurred to her to make that call. She was just so use to her routine that she stood there, multiple bags heavy on her arms, attempting to move out of the store and onto her way home, but she could barely move an inch before setting the bags back down.

The process repeated itself many times until she was barely out the store doors, and already her back was aching from the weight. Kiyoko had never wanted to invest into a car more than she did at that moment. She refused help earlier because she didn't want to cause trouble to another person when her house was a good walk away, but now... maybe she'll just ask someone to help her halfway. With her new resolve, she heaved the groceries back up, and trudged her way  very slowly until, finally, she spotted a tall figure walking her direction. Assuming that height meant strength, she decided he was going to be the poor fellow to be burdened with most of these damn bags.

"E-excuse me," she called out, hoping it got his attention. "I hate to bother a complete stranger with this, but--" Her arms gave out under the weight and some of the bags slipped and crashed on the pavement. Kiyoko really, really hoped the eggs weren't in those bags. "...but could I trouble you to help me with these? I promise I'll only ask you to carry them halfway to my destination."