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guess the white haired anime boys just aren't sticking this time around. so with a heavy heart I'm here to drop both Shion from No. 6, in Gateau Chateau #106, and Ewan Juno (@ewanignisjuno) from Senmei, in Gateau Chateau #403. sorry for those I was threading with, and thank you mods in advance

Goodbye white haired anime boys.... See you where all white haired anime boys go... Shion and Ewan Juno have been dropped. Thank you for having them!

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#steci follow me #xthirdoption

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───────── ⊰ 🔱 ⊱ ─ 𝔅𝔬𝔬𝑘𝔰 held much importance, whether it was the learning of knowledge or simple entertainment, there were something to be sought out. Being in a strange place filled with others from worlds beyond her own filled her with the urge to seek out what these others may know.

“What sort of literature do you have available? Are there only those available within this world’s confines or do you think that other worlds bleed in like we do.”

#xthirdoption #⊰ Shion 1 ⊱#(sorry for the wait i rly hope this is okay aaa! lmk if it isn't!)

Okay upon prior reserve here's Shion from No. 6. You can find the application at /app. Thank you so much for all you do !!

A librarian, baker, and a student? Gee, you must be busy! Don’t tire yourself out too much.

Regardless, you’ll be staying in Gâteau Château Room #106! I mean, yeah, I guess you gotta work two jobs to afford a place like that, right?

♎ libra

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The city was different. New, yet still old. Just as big and intimidating as ever. From a distance, it was bright and clean, the darkness of the overcast night helping accentuate the agonizing lights that stood out against the rest of the rough terrain. It had been four long years since he stepped foot in that place, but it was still so familiar that he didn’t feel out of place at all. Suddenly, those four years were gone and passed in the blink of an eye.

He was there again for one reason, and one reason only. No amount of pretty architecture or fallen walls would change that, even if he could appreciate that the city remained open. Even if it had caused a lot of areas to be more densely packed with people, it was a better decision that shunning the rest of the ugly world away to live in an enclosed utopia.

But, the place was no longer a utopia. No amount of good intention could ever make a place into one. As Nezumi walked through the streets and saw civilization once more (he had been traveling through open wilderness and sparsely populated nomad camps for months now), he was reminded of that bitter fact.

And then he remembered Shion. One of the only breathing people from the pre-fallen city to share his beliefs in that way. His only reason for ever coming back to the place that had wronged him so. With his hood over his face, he made his way through the streets to the central office center. If Shion wasn’t there, he’d continue to search, but something told him he wouldn’t have to.

The new openness of the city meant that such a building had minimal security and regulation. The citizens could go wherever they wished to, really, and seeing this in action calmed Nezumi’s nerves a bit. Even if Shion had changed during his rebuild of the city, at least the people were still free.

Up the stairs he went, to the very top floor. Several signs he saw pointed up there, with only “Director” describing the route; if anyone were the director of the rebuilding committee, wouldn’t it be Shion?

Finally making it to the top, he gave pause at the large, double office doors. They were made of glass, but frosted and hard to see through. The only way he knew who it belonged to was the nameplate beside the door, reading that familiar name from years ago — a squeak from his shoulder averted his gaze and he raised his eyebrow at the mouse sitting there.

“Excited to see him?” at the following squeak, Nezumi smiled. “Yeah, me too.”

To his surprise, the doors were unlocked. A dim light gave shadows to the room behind a large desk, filled with paperwork and electronic devices. Nezumi had to admit he didn’t feel completely fit to be in such a place (he swears he’s picked all of the leaves out of his hair), but after seeing the fluff of white hair on the outside balcony, he didn’t find himself caring too much.

He leaned against the wall inside the room, watching Shion from the shadows, counting down the final seconds before he’d be caught. If there was any desire left in him to turn around and go back, never to return, he could do so now, but the thought never crossed his mind at all. His feet were fixed, just like his gray eyes. With crossed arms and a casual demeanor, he waited patiently.

Thunder cracked in the distance.

Nezumi wondered if he’d get to watch Shion scream again, just like the day they met.

#xthirdoption #I'M SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH MY GOD #PLS JUST #DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO MATCH THIS

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♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?

Yes definitely, or at least he’s on the path to it? Since he doesn’t have to worry about the Grimm or Salem and her Lackies (as much) here he feels.. freer, like he’s actually feeling things deeper than his normal muted versions of emotions and it’s starting to get to him and unsettle him.

He’s also been prone to start deeper relationships with more people where once he was usually self isolating outside of his little group, no matter how much he cared about his students and kingdom, because of his status as a calming leader and pillar and amount of power he had.

Hopefully it doesn’t just stop there and hopefully I write it all well enough to believable!

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Muffet was out with her pet today while running errands. Now that her pet was shrunken down back to it’s small cupcake size, he enjoyed once again resting upon her shoulder as she walked. It had a good time watching the world around it, as he didn’t get the opportunity to do so on his own.

While walking, Muffet suddenly felt it jump off of her shoulder. Why it did it, she didn’t know, and exactly where it jumped to, she didn’t notice, but when she turned in the direction she felt it jump to, she couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Her pet muffin spider had jumped onto the head of someone she walked by, and was now standing calmly atop their head.

After her small laugh, she moved quickly to pick up her pet again, and made sure to reassure the stranger. “Ah, pardon my little pet, dear... he may have fangs like nobody else, but he wouldn’t have bit you... in fact, I’m not sure why he jumped atop you at all.”

Very strange indeed, though her pet seemed to take a liking to the boy, as it was still looking at him while cupped in Muffet’s hands, a curious appearance on it’s face

#xthirdoption #thread: Shion 01 #{i hope this works for you !!! if not lemme know~}

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NEZUMI TURNED ON HIS SIDE to face Shion. He found himself unable to sleep, feeling troubled by a thought that had bothered him since he found Shion again. It was the city’s fault, of course. The only good thing about the city so far was the white-haired boy in his bed, who he presumed to be asleep. His breathing seemed regular and he wasn’t stirring, which Nezumi thought to be normal for the other boy. He himself kicked around pretty violently when he was asleep, however. For Nezumi, stillness was a sign that he was still awake.

In the darkness of his room, the only light that came in was the spare bars of moonlight that peeked through the blinds of the window above Nezumi’s bed. His eyes, fully adjusted to the darkness, were watching Shion’s rhythmic breathing. It was calming to him, and in a way, it helped him take his mind off of the fact that this wasn’t actually his bed. This room was not his, and this building was not his. This city was not where he belonged.

Feeling homesick was once something Nezumi didn’t ever think he’d understand. West Block was dangerous, dirty, and filled with death. People froze and starved. There were thieves and murderers around every which corner. But he’d much prefer it over this place. At least in West Block he knew what he was doing with himself. But here, he had to sit around and pretend like it was normal to live like this.

And then he’d see that peaceful look on Shion’s sleeping face, and he’d calm down again. It was a cycle he’d been going through for the past three hours. But now, at approximately 4:30 in the morning, he thought he saw Shion’s eye twitch open. Was he dreaming, or…?