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Snow and Stone’s bug family portrait

butterfly and moth’s sister Beetlekit died before she became an apprentice so most people dont know they even had a third kit!

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@snowgleam { Soo-won & Yoon }

        Cyan hues are alert as he takes in his surroundings, keeping an eye out for potential danger despite the general at his flank and advisor to his side. ( One could never be too careful, and he did not intend to die any time soon. ) It’s as he’s overlooking the business goings on of the merchants in the small town they were visiting that the king comes to a halt, drawing the attention of his traveling companions.

        There’s an itching sensation that he’s seen this boy before, but he can’t remember from where he would’ve come across such a person. Aware that approaching a ( potential ) stranger along with his companions would likely cause alarm, Soo-won sends them away to gather needed supplies.

        “Pardon my interruption, but have we met before? You seem oddly familiar, but I regret that I cannot remember where from.”

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STARTER

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→ Algira

“Yes, The Darkness Dragon is well known to be the uh,” Hak fumbled, lying in order to be considered part of the infamous group of Monsters from Kouka, which in fair opinion, he shouldn’t be excluded from in terms of literal definition. “Strongest of the five dragon warriors,” he completed. 

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@snowgleam replied to your post:

Maybe Fitz doesn’t care enough to pay for a car for them to get around in, so they have to walk.

i mean steinbeck had his truck but he crashed it bc he is a Known Dumbass

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Send me your URL and I’ll tell you:

My Opinion on;

Character in general:    So I absolutely love Chikage, he’s definitely one of my favorites from DURARARA.  He’s fun, flirty and incredibly respectful towards women, although he’s not quite Shizuo, he’s definitely a close second !  ( Nothing will beat punching someone so hard their clothes fly off, sorry Chikage ! )How they play them:     Yes ???  I can read Chikage in Kool Whip’s writing, you’ve done such a beautiful job giving him what he deserves in terms of characterization and development.  I’m really excited to see where their relationship goes, and how things will affect their views on one and other.The Mun:    We’ve spoken a bit OOC, but can I say that the fact you love cats instantly wins me over ?  And the fact that our first thread together is about cats just seals the deal,  BUBBLEZ WILL NOW DIE FOR YOU.  Honestly, you’re amazing and sweet, and I can only hope I live up to your expectations in terms of roleplaying.

Do I:

RP with them:     I do, and I do so gladly.Want to RP with them:    Honestly, I always want to.

What is my;

Overall Opinion:    Beautiful selection of characters, mixed with wonderful writing and characterization.  With a pinch of interesting situations I find our muses are in.  Honestly you’ll enjoy threading with snowgleam and their many selection of muses, you should definitely ch-ch-check them out ~ !

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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@snowgleam | Haruno Starter!

          “Oh, Kyouka-chan!” As soon as her eyes fell on the young detective, it was as if she had remembered something incredibly important. “I’ve been meaning to ask for a few days now, but I keep forgetting--” An awkward laugh, followed by a short pause. Such was habit; to easily forget about things. 

           As seriously as Haruno took her job at the Agency, there were times that she was incredibly scatter brained-- But she certainly tried her best! “... If you’re free, maybe we could go shopping sometime-? I’ve seen a few things that I thought would look really cute on you while I was out the other day, if you’re interested--”

[carmellian]

遥かな昔へ、少女が亡くなった日

MEMORY MEME || @lifends / @skullcrxsher / @snowgleam / @healspake

a repressed memory a memory of their mother a memory of death/loss an eye-opening memory

tainted youth curls within itself, its vessel grasping unto its remnants preserved only by fading memories thankfully made tactile by a lone tasseled hair ensemble. The child shivers underneath his workshop table, certain of inevitable punishment from infernal transgression committed from the innocent, primal wish to protect oneself from harm. 

( sin breeds sin. )

Carmine eyes refuse to open as a frenzied mind seeks for repose, to escape from a cruel reality so harshly imposed by none other than herself and an unknown power of sorts. The warmth of a cooling hand to her cheek, the gentle smile of an absent mother who lives no longer are precious threads of a bittersweet dream she weaves to cocoon herself as one hand grasps her memento as the other grips tightly an arm, one of two that were held, horrible purple bruises having blossomed on pale skin her proof. There is fear; there is disgust. Bile threatens to rise from an empty stomach, the skin over it wrongfully caressed with intent. 

She feels cold inside and yet her body is scorched. Tears run down her cheeks, down the bridge of her nose, over her trembling lips, on her tongue as she bites it to keep in sobs that sent tremors throughout her body.  

Oxygen is scarce and her chest constricts in pain. A gasp leaves her petrified being when she hears his footsteps. ( heavy and systematic. even as he glides over tatami, opening the door harshly. ) So she makes herself even smaller, retreats further but to no avail. Reality will have its way with her where one of her father’s ‘ friends ’ have failed. The demon she has to face is not foreign, intrusive touches but the familiar hand that has made bloom several other bruises on the pallid canvas of her body. Not consciously, she gathers, as this only ever happens when HE reeks with the putrid stench of sake. Still, upon what she has done, she knows that he does not need sake to hurt her. 

She killed him. HIS friend. She wished him dead and now he is. She will pay the price for striking a deal with a demon to slay another.

Yet she does not feel fear for that demon ---- the one that has given her salvation procured from her wishes, her memories... ( a warmth that enveloped her kindly, a voice that sang her to sleep, the gentlest touch ever inflicted upon her person. )

NOT THIS.

Not a touch so jarring, so unkind. So different from the hands that are now forcing her to face her prosecutor. Some unholy heavenly judge to a sin she does not understand the weight of. She hears him gasp too when her visage is revealed to him... when he sees her dyed in vermillion. Her mouth opens and she hears herself crying out apologies, chichiue, chichiue, please. Please listen, father. ( He touched me, he touched me! ) ( DEMON. ) ( Help, chichiue. )

his title is spilled from cut lips, his role called upon by the one whom he needed to act it towards but failed. There is pain in her back as she is slammed down on to the wooden surface of the table that had been her safe haven just moments before his entrance emboldened by righteous fury. The sting of her cheek from the slap she receives for pleading for mercy mutes everything else. She is screaming, kicking, fighting but he holds her down by her neck, making oxygen scarcer than it already is,

( DEMON. DEMON. I should have killed you then, I should have known. ) ( chichi...ue--- ) ( you killed her. ) ( no...---- ) ( You’re EXACTLY like her. )

And what else could she do but cry as life is squeezed out of her by one who had breathed it into her? Perhaps he was right. Perhaps she should just die and be done with it. Her thoughts spiral into nothing as the hands lose their strength -- one trying to pry off his hands from her neck, the other grasping her mother’s memento. Grasping for her mother, gasping for them both. Help her. Please. Weak and insignificant as she is, she craves to live. She craves to find the same warmth that has been stolen by indifferent time and unforgiving death. 

She wants to live.

「母上ー」 Gripping the hair ornament, she gathers all she has left of her in her voice, her drained thoughts.

Call my name, call for me.

Carmine eyes open ( since when have they closed...? ), death and life amalgamate and from nothing comes something. A meaningless existence reaching out from a harrowed soul, far too broken to care what means she has to use to remain in ukiyo-e. She knows how this will end. How he will end. By the blade of the only demon that mattered, the only demon that cared. So she answers it, offers her soul to it as she calls it by its name.

「金色夜叉。」

The contract is sealed and chichiue’s blood is vermillion to his colleague’s rust. If dyeing her stained nagajuban with new vermillion is what she must do to survive, then she will... for no other person, no other demon shall keep her alive but HERSELF.

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[Kyouka voice] Can we go to a haunted house?

of course! maybe we can summon an old friend of mine––