#pallarubra

[gayofthorns]

pallarubra replied to your post “I’m so ridiculously stressed out with APs right now, but I know that I...”

Look, just get through APs. IT IS SO WORTH IT TO ROCK THEM AND GET COLLEGE CREDIT. It lets you skip all the bs classes and get right to the good stuff. It's so worth it.

Ahhhh I know, and I'm totally looking forward to being at least a little bit ahead in the fall, but sometimes it's just so hard to get myself to focus :P

[j-e-w-e-l-e-dmaiden]

The state of worry on the girl's face was something unlike she would normally be used to. However, as of late, it seems her father was never coming back for her. Trina had been told this was a temporary thing. Was that all a lie? Did daddy lie to her?

Writing away her thoughts in the notebook she'd been given ---- a gentle shade of pink, one that matched the natural blush that adorned her cheekbones ---- she decided to just smile and make the most of it.

Noticing the other having, for some reason, been gazing at her through the door, as if stunned and not wanting to walk in, she waved politely and then curtsied ---- always the model of proper etiquette, she was.

[tavelure]

 four people living,                                                                four soon-to-be corpses;

sutaadamu

palla-rubra

aka-mare

quietusetiam

【Ѽ】— "... Seriously. They die." She blankly stares at the book in her hands, wondering to herself why this was considered a classic, why was this book recommended to her, and why was it all in figurative language? Not that she minded that last part-- she was a fan of that. Though it seemed very over-cliché, despite it's true sentiment. If people lose XXXX, they die. Always a repetitive message, yet strangely true. One could die in a literal way, or perhaps spiritually. It all depended on the person who lost XXXX, and how it happened. For example, everyone here seems to have lost XXXX, yet they all live... physically. 

Or at least, that's what they radiate. Closing the book, she places it on a shelf, before attempting to reach up again to grasp another. Key word, attempting; she was frankly short ( from her mother's side, she guessed, for they weren't all that tall ) and needed help to reach it. ... Embarrassingly enough. "... Um."

[innocent-sensuality]

"Are you all lost, sillyheads?" The three children! Friends of Alice! Or was it Allen, as he so adamantly declared? Oh well! Alice it was! "You! All three! Friends of Alice, yes?"

Jumping from her mushroom shaped perch, the foxgirl giggled; clothing showing off her body in sensual ways despite her obvious innocence. Plucking flower crowns ---- premade by her hands ---- from her perch, each child got one gently plopped onto their head. "For you, for you, aaaaaand for you!"

[amnesiacxxxx]

"Y-Your scaring me. . . ."

"Scaring you...?"

Despite his strange appearance and those red, red, RED stains on his clothing; his speech patterns remained the same. His eyes were wide, oceanic tones alight with dark desires of hidden bloodlust for those too... Aa... "Close" to the red-clad girl.

Crimson staining his cheek from the body he'd been standing over, he dropped the knife. When had he done this? Why?

What sense did this red stained boy have?Simple.None at all.

Tilting her chin up, Allen pressed red coated lips to his own ---- when had she bitten them down to bleeding? Was it her fear of him?

"Don't be afraid. I'll protect you.... We are friends. Right?Right.You are safe...My cute Little Red Riding Hood."

[amnesiacxxxx]

"..."

>> What choice of action are you taking? You don't feel comfortable, stupid! Stay back now, and mind your manners!

"..." What could a nearly silent boy say? Shock had thrown his mind out the window, memories lost for whoever knows how long. Standing there quietly, he observed the others with a certain tone of interest, yet silence reigned.

[confectionsknight]

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confectionsprincess  alice-guide pactwithademon palla-rubra dreamyexplorer thelonecryingwolf revestealer

It was irregular for people to be in his home, especially when it was in the middle of the forest. If he remembered correctly, the Grimm family rarely received visitors, many of them being a lost camper or maybe even a lumberjack. But even so, Rick bowed lowly, almost as though he were a butler welcoming his masters home.

"Greetings, it's not often we get people to come play with us." Ah, perhaps that was why he was being more formal than usual. He was playing  game with Letty; perhaps one of a butler and a princess. That sort of game was common between the two, Rick not minding to play the role of a servant. "Would you care for some tea? Or perhaps some cake? We only have sweets, but you can eat as much as you'd like."