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[cloudpools]

Nonverbal rp starters! || ⚜Accepting⚜

⚜ @unsavedx sent: 👉 Point something out to my muse, for Blythe!

Blythe wasn't the kind of girl that shied away from strangers. Though the pensive look on her face would surely give that impression, her brows were knitted in worry of what this simple interaction could cause down the line... There was something wrong with her. Though she yearned for connection to end the loneliness, she also knew that she may not be capable of holding onto it for too long...

She'd inevitably hurt those who got too close, and each time that happened, a little part of her broke.

Junior points, and she follows with curious emerald eyes, until her gaze lands on what he'd been trying to show her. A box. Not all that interesting on its own, but the cries coming from it grab her attention, and she shuffles over to find it filled with kittens. Quietly gasping, she knelt down, holding out her hand to let them sniff her. They were dirty... It was cold... and their cries broke her heart.

Turning back to Junior, she looks at him with conviction, any trace of wariness gone for the moment. "W- we have t- to help them..."

[magnusalterum]

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The young god sat upon the beach, bandaged arms wrapped tightly around his legs, pulling them close to his chest. His eyes were trained upon the sun falling behind the horizon, reddened from the seemingly never-ending tears that stained his cheeks. The sea would push onto the shore, wetting his bare feet, a small comfort, even if the God of the Sea had not come to aid their tortured child. It was a cold, dark, && safe place. Unlike the shore where things were too loud && too bright for the little god.

&& it was were the humans were. The cruel, cold, unfeeling humans.

Pounding footsteps on the sand grew closer && closer towards his secluded space, away from the villagers' scornful gazes, once so full of love. Panicking, the god shuffled across the ground, pressing his back to a nearby rock. His injuries, although stitched && bandaged, were far too great to do anything besides cover his face && pray that his attacker didn't have a blessed weapon on their person.

Lovecraft waited. && waited. && waited. But no attack came. Instead, whoever had approached him was merely staring, like he was some sort of prized catch by a fisherman, hoisted up for all the village to see. He kept his arms in place, still covering his features, trembling.

❝ D-don't hurt me! Please, ❞ He'd begun crying again, pressing himself harder against the rock in an attempt to make himself smaller than he already was, ❝ I'll leave you alone I promise. Ju-just don't try to cut me open again! ❞

[dcviated]

morbid curiosity :: open

@unsavedx sent: "who exactly are you, anyways?" for Eira!

"Don't deflect with me. I asked you a question first." The young lady huffs, lip fighting back its curl as she regards the other from under the hood she had pulled up. She scrutinizes. She feels defensive and wary of being cornered. But, if they were genuinely asking her identity it would put to rest the woman's suspicion and concern. The feeling that instigated the confrontation in the first place. Blue eyes flash beneath her hood, but she does soften after some consideration.

"If you don't recognize me at a glance, then trust me it doesn't matter. It means you probably aren't a stalker." So much for putting self defense lessons to work. Maybe that was for the better. "But honestly, it did feel like you were following me." Even in haphazard apology she prickles.

[phasmascript]

@unsavedx "ya see where ya went wrong, don't ya?" for Niimi!

Niimi pouts a little when his blunder is pointed out. Something about this person, it made the fur on his tail m stand up straight. Not that an extra fluffy tail would be visible unless one was killed in sensing illusions. And maybe it was a little rude to play illusion pranks on strangers passing through the forest- But he’s a fox! Niimi needs to cause a little innocent mischief!

“All I wanted was you not to go this way! I wasn’t trying to pick a fight.” Niimi wasn’t used to dealing with other supernaturals. Especially not when they took a human form. Arms cross over his chest before he climbs down the tree and blocks the path off, arms spread wide. “You can’t go this way! Off limits! Kuro-san is eating berries and they won’t like if you get too close. Kuro-san is a black bear, so leave them be!” Niimi doesn’t know if this man would get attacked and were he to be attacked, Niimi didn’t know if this man wouldn’t fight back. Kuro the black bear might be dangerous and mean but they don’t deserve to be hurt.

[dcviated]

morbid curiosity :: open

@unsavedx sent: "why are we whispering?" for Wylan!

The expression left on the man's face after pulling down the hushing finger would be a perfect fit on a gremlin. Mirth flashes in his eyes. The teeth just as bright against the shadowed expression as he kept low against the wall.

"Because that shmuck of a mall cop has been a pain in my ass. So I'm being a pain in his. I've hit him with three rubber bands and a slip pad already." If possible, he'd like to add some other tricks into the mix. Hm. The deeds weren't even relevant or resultant of his work. This mall was innocent. Or at least as innocent as a shopping center this big could be.

"Oy. You see him? Is he looking this way..?"

[cloudpools]

Nonverbal rp starters! || ⚜Accepting⚜

⚜ @unsavedx sent: 🥖 offer food candy for my muse, for Nara!

Schedule. Order. Routine. Those were the three pillars keeping Nara Branth awake, alive and ever moving forward. Of course, she won't admit that she's exhausted, year-end bringing about heaps of unpaid overtime and endless mediocrity from her peers. The hope was that by doing all this, it'd reflect well on her review and she'd get that promotion she'd been eyeing.

Boring stuff, but to Nara, it was exhilarating.

Standing on the street corner, tapping away at her phone, a heavy sigh and deep scowl hang on her lips. She'd been gone for her lunch break and already things were falling apart without her. She had to get back. She had to-

Nara's pulled out of the work chat and back to reality, as a stranger stands in front of her, palm outstretched with... candy? "Do I look like a child? Hasn't Halloween already passed?" His red eyes and scar made him look like he was still enjoying the festivities. Sapphire gaze bores down on him, unamused. But maybe taking a little bit of her stress out on this person would bring her some relief? "Also, I'd hardly trust anything given to me by a stranger."

[cloudpools]

⚜ @unsavedx sent: Junior carefully stacks marshmallows on Blythe's head. Why? To see how high a tower he can build, of course.

Blythe is doing her best to stand perfectly still. It’s not like he asked her to. He just started placing marshmallows on her head, and she assumed it’s what she was meant to do. Standing at a measly five feet tall, Blythe was the perfect height for stacking! But… she was also prone to be nervous, and so the more she thought about not moving, the more her body quivered and twitched.

It wasn’t long before the tower came crashing down.

”I- I’m s- sorry...” Her voice was barely above a whisper and the disappointment on her face looked like she could break into tears at any moment. But she wouldn’t dare. “Y- you c- can s- start a- again i- if you w- want. I- I p- promise I- I’ll try h- harder not to f- fidget…”

[theircurse]

✦ . 　⁺ 【 @unsavedx / STARTER CALL. 】 ⁺ 　 . ✦

˗ˏˋ *⠀★⠀‿︵⠀˗ˏˋ⠀𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈, something that would have certainly KILLED HIM if he were to continue going. Yet, that large bulb clearly meant for LAMPS continued to inch precariously towards the man's mouth; directed by his very own hand. The man seemed so UNBOTHERED by it too; as if he were about to bite into a mere RICE BALL.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤEither way, they were about to witness the death of the MAN or the death of the LIGHTBULB.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤStill, maybe they should say SOMETHING.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤAre you SUPPOSED to be putting that in your mouth ?ㅤ❜