#sheruption

[foxese]

      ❛       ah  ,  they ‘ re  nothing.  really.    ❜   the  multitude  of  decrepit  offering  stands  lining  the  path  maiden  &.  fox  travel  along  ,  she  means.  long  since  forgotten  about  ,  overgrowth  of  moss  &.  ivy  laying  claim  &.  dulling  red  wood   &.  dulling  the  ornate  gold  accents  along  the  tops.  sometimes  blanc  notices  lien  offerings  once  every  neon  blue  moon  ,  but  it ‘ s  naught  but  a  hard  -  to  -  swallow  memory  at  this  rate.  they  mean  nothing  ;  only  acting  as  warnings  to  appease  the  demon  fox  faunus  from  swallowing  children  whole   &.   yet  --  keah  still  seems  adamant  on  exploring  them.  if  blanc  had  ears  ,  they ‘ d  be  laying  flat  atop  head  by  now.  a  sigh.    ❛       take  the  lien  from  the  offering  slot  ,  if  you  want.  more  for  a  better  room  at  the  inn.     ❜

@sheruption    +    sc.

[foxese-m-blog]

        this feeling is foreign to her. this .. feeling of ichoric muscle in chest swelling &. aching for another , the sensation of longing &. desire when summer’s destruction is near &. dare she say .. the understanding of what it means to cherish someone more than you’ve cherished anyone. it’s disgusting. vile. blanc’s stomach twists &. turns , she’s certain she is bound to vomit out of sheer stress sooner or later , but instead what comes from her is wrought in ire &. fear. without warning , blanc takes a fistful of keah’s shirt &. yanks her to eye level where shirt shifts a tight grip o ‘ er both maiden’s cheeks &. on the vix’ own is a grimace. ( how could you do this to me ? how could you make me feel ? )           ❛     it wasn’t supposed to happen like this , you know .. i was supposed to charm you &. run away. i was meant to steal every valuable from you &. vanish.      ❜   timbre shakes , she feels as though the very world is crashing down ‘pon her shoulders. ( it hurts. make it stop. i’m begging you , o ‘ goddess. ) blue shifts magenta &. as she toxin gazes into vibrant pinks , that is how they remain. her semblance should be working , but there’s nothing. she can’t charm one so immune.    ❛     ..  why can’t i run from you like the rest .. ?    ❜    /   @sheruption  +  sc.

[taleunfold]

❛ blanc, i got you something, ❜ there's an obvious, rarely seen happiness to her tone. in her hands is a box, 'timberland' printed in bold, black lettering and a smile on display. she holds it out for her. ❛ open it! it's an early christmas present. ❜ inside? they are atrocious, periwinkle timberland stilettos; /exactly/ keahilele's style.

        truthfully , girl vix is taken aback by she infernos’ , well .... unnatural pep. blanc’s leaning forth on tip - toes , backside of daint gloved hand pressing ‘gainst forehead as if trying to magically read the other womans’ temperature , though ... it fails. a lost cause , if you will. ❛     .. you’re giving me a gift ? are you sick ?    ❜  honeyed timbre leaks from tongue while the rest of her works in tandem to grasp the obnoxiously large box from keah’s hold. &. to think .. she didn’t even have to use her semblance ; how sweet. foxglove girl is quick to open the gift bestowed to her , expressionism illuminated with child - like excitement until -- one blink. two blink. leather dyed an obnoxious purple hue , styled to fit that of any lumberwoman. certainly up blanc’s alley in fashion , no ? ( no. it’s not. )          ❛    .. keah , darling .. at least tell me you stole someone ELSES’ credit card for these.  they’re ..    ❜  grimace. don’t be too rude to her gift.  ❛    .. interesting.     ❜

[taleunfold]

        she’s captivating in the way dangerous things are , this woman is : something one wants so , so painfully badly , though should they get too close .. perhaps their life would straddle the lines between life or death. her aura is strong , intimidating , yet equally commanding at the same time &. for once in her life , it appears blanc is the one charmed. ah , the irony. ( but i’ll never admit it. ) a flick of chiffon plush from behind the emerald foliage concealing her so. curiosity piqued &. boldness of the supernatural kind bringing her to weave though the trees until she &. woman of molten sunsets are mere inches apart.          ❛     i think i’ve lost my way .. could you help me ?     ❜  faux distress lingers ‘pon silken tongue , timbre alluding to sickly sweetened honey whilst a single tail of many hovers near &. brushes against sun - kissed visage. the others work to conceal how icy blues flicker pink as they move about , how clever of her.  ❛     i’ve nowhere to go ..     ❜  that clever , clever fox.   @sheruption  +  prompted gay.

[soleiltm]

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❛ Dealin' wit' you is like herdin' cats. ❜

[lunarary]

      within pools of widened , molten silvers shall bewilderment take residence , working it’s way into facial features ( of which continue to brighten as the seconds tick by ) &. eventually , the rest of ruby’s petite frame ‘til she’s simply standing before volcanic she with mouth agape &. eyes seeming to twinkle if one were to look close enough. at one point in not so distant time , beloved crescent rose was brandished ‘tween wan digits , curved blade bared &. through ruby’s heart beat felt through fingertips , yearning to rip &. tear into forsaken grimm sinew &. yet ... they’re gone before she can lunge forth. all with the manifestation of weaponry out of thin air. ( professor ozpin had once mentioned magic once before .. could this be an example ? )     ❛    that was .. AWESOME !! you took that ursa out like a champ !    ❜  timbre akin to silver bell chime. in lieu of unfamiliarity , young rose still finds herself trotting forth to sunset donned stranger.   ❛    but .. where’s it now ? your weapon , i mean ! you gotta show me !   ❜  ah , how naive of her ..    @sheruption + sc.

[wonderled-blog]

❛  IF YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO GO  ❜       mercy to the fallen,  kindness to the lost.   a sheer pure and honest intent         ❛  you should stay with us  ❜         //   @sheruption

[grimmlike-blog]

she can feel it in corrupted bones : the desire to lunge forth with no prior warning &. rip unsuspecting she’s jugular clean open for the world to see , yet something in her .. something shrouded in patience , decides otherwise &. instead autumn takes slow ( predatory ) steps near. one may ask if she even has the right person , but with hair like THAT , how could she ever forget ? flowing strands of sunset design &. the woman who fled will forever create an indent in cinder’s psyche. soon shall voice call ; timbre feigning as honeyed sweet despite the sheer malice lurking beneath.  ❛    it’s funny how we spend so much of our lives running from death , no ? yet .. we cannot find the power to FLEE when it approaches before our very eyes.    ❜  expressionism soft , calm even ‘fore peach tiers uplift into a taunting sneer , acting as a shadow for sharpened ivory fangs.   ❛    death should’ve gutted you when she had the chance , little girl.    ❜   @sheruption + sc.