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DEAR READER
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@thebearsenri
Hitomi makes a low “ahhh” sound, then coughs and tries to go lower. Sounding pretty raspy now. Is she trying to imitate a bear?
The low note grasps the kim-un-kur’s attention, he was no singer but he doubted that was how she intended to sound. In contrast from the stranger he kept himself quiet, allowing the girl to stay unaware of his company.
“How does one get out of going somewhere without making it obvious? It’s for science…!”
❝Say you forgot.❞ An easy excuse that usually held true for Senri.
After hours of work I finally did it.
I made a Kazana account.
PSA; Tagging potential triggers is a courtesy, not an obligation. Please don’t attack people because they didn’t tag something that bothers you. Instead, approach them on the subject and politely ask if they could tag that trigger or unfollow the blog and be on your way. Different things bother different people and it’s impossible to tag every potential trigger, and it’s absurd that people are expected to do so. It’s even more ridiculous that they are verbally attacked if they fail to accomplish the unreasonable. People don’t have to tag anything if they don’t want to. Again, it is a courtesy, not an obligation.
Solider down
His eye fluttered opened as he regained consciousness, the numbness waring off the more he became aware of what was around him. The incessant ringing in his ears was the only thing he could hear. He was laying on damp dirt ground, which as his eye focused he realized the dirt was damp from red substance. He didn't know if it belonged to him, a comrade, or an enemy. And at the moment, he didn't care. He wasn't even sure if he was alive, but he still laid there, not even trying to get up.
This war was hell. At this point he didn't know if he wanted Astria to win the war against Sailand. Even if they win they won't really be winning, just surviving and being forced to live with the blood on their hands for a country that never really cared about +Anima. They just try to pretend that they're not there. They even pushed kids into this, Cooro and Husky had yet to become men and they were being into situations where they have to hurt, no, kill people.
He could still taste the bitter taste of the potatoes they served at the camp, day after day. He finally moved to sit up, before the calm numbness got washed away by an insufferable amount of pain. A sound of shock from the pain escaped his lips, as he gave up on the idea of sitting up.
It was funny, so many glorified this kind of thing. The idea of dying on the battle ground, defending your country was supposedly appealing. But Senri felt that the conclusion that he may die in such a place was far more painful than any of the wounds on his body. A death surrounded by strangers and enemies, in the name of country he did not care for, the thought nearly brought him to tears.
☟
Send ☟ to turn my muse into a child.
The boy whom was giggling and running only moments ago stopped in his tracks, he looked up a the taller male. ❝H-hello, mister.❞ He stuttered, it was uncommon for strangers to get this far up the mountain. Those who did were usually soldiers or mean men that took away Senri’s friends. But the other wasn’t dressed like a soldier, or the latter. Which provoked the question as of who he was, and where he’d come from.
He stepped closer, lessening the distance between the two. ❝Who're you?❞
Send ☟ to turn my muse into a child.
If you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
Daughter - Youth (via chidoki)
senri putting a dead animal on nana for warmth + transparent
book 4 - chapter 1 - page 176
Screams realizing I forgot to do proper formatting.
He sat resting his against the bark of a tree. He hadn't slept in days. Throughout the week he was having nightmares before giving up sleep altogether. After waking up with his claws out, ready to harm anyone who dared to come near him, he couldn't risk letting the situation escalate. What if he hurts one of his friends? All it takes is a drop of his heavy eye lid and when he wakes there could be blood on his hands. He was so tired that it dulled his senses, he didn't even notice the other approaching.
" is there anyone else there?" She questioned, staring at the woods.
He shook his head, Senri too was alone. He'd left his friends a few months ago when his headaches and nightmares were getting worse. He couldn't bare to see them worry over him. ❝…It's just me.❞ He paused for a moment, realizing he'd yet to give the girl his name. "My name is Senri."
Eve smiled dangerously at the seller as she stated her saying she wasn’t going to go any higher or lower. Eve held out her hand for them to give her the key to free Senri, once she was given the key Eve unlocked the hand cuffs from his hands. When one of the guards gave ehr the book Eve gave the book back to Senri. “Here you go.”
He smiled, gratefully accepting his book. At least his new owner seemed to be nice, though he still wasn't enthusiastic of being someone's property, again. He couldn't recall if he'd ever given her his name, which was some basic information to give considering his entire life was now her's to do with as she pleased.
❝...My name is Senri.❞
She gave no response other than a feral shriek, coiling back and launching at him as she tackled him down, dragging him beneath the surface. Finely pointed teeth sunk deep into his shoulder, piercing the flesh and drawing blood. She seemed to have actually become physically stronger as she kept a decent hold on him, her strong tail doing a good job at keeping them both underwater.
His eye widened as he heard the cry, before he even had the chance to fully grasp what was happening he was pull into the abyss that was the ocean. He mindlessly tried to scream when he was bit, despite the obvious fact that all he was doing was losing his air. His hand transformed and he slashed at the girl, he wasn't sure whether or not he successfully cut her, as he could barely see anything from underwater, but it was enough to get him free. He gasped for air as he surfaced, not sure if he was about to be grabbed again.
ask-cooro:
A large and gentle hand lifts the small black kitten from it’s perch on the man’s stomach and sets it aside on the bench. The cat leans down to run it’s rough tongue along it’s chest fur and then pauses to glance up, nodding eagerly at the offer of fish. Letting out an excited mewl, it spreads it’s wings and leaps from the warm, sunlit bench.
”Oomph!” The dark-haired boy hits the ground much sooner then he had anticipated with an ungraceful flailing of legs, feathers, and a thud. Confusion is written across the child’s face and hesitantly he shifts up onto his elbows and peers up. Looming above him stood a tall and foreboding figure, the boy’s face is set in dumbfounded awe. What was he doing here, who was that? Grass tickles at his exposed underside… why was he naked? His brown eyes are stretched wide as they quickly scale up the other in front of him.
”A-AH, SENRI!”
The fact of his nudity soon fully dawns on him and he scrambles to sit upright and draw his legs to his chest and then enfolds himself within his large crow wings. Bewilderedly, the child glances around at the shop behind him before turning back to his friend. Staring up into the face of the other, the boy wracks his mind for some kind of clue as to his predicament; Smoke, and some- something about food? Warm hands and smiling faces? He- he couldn’t quite remember. Struggling to get his words together, the boy finally manages to spurt out something sensible.
”Senri,
can
I
borrow
your
poncho?”
He stared at the boy for a moment, still in awe of what he just witnessed. He was a cat. He was a cat. Senri had never seen a +Anima transformation like that. And even more so for an +Anima that the person didn't even possess. This was beyond weird. And judging by look of his charcoal haired friend, he too didn't entire understand what just happened. Which came as a relief, as in the case that Cooro were too act about the situation Senri would have to seriously start worrying about his memory problem.
He blinked his eye, realizing the other had requested his poncho which he immediately stripped of and handed to the other. He stepped in front of the boy, blocking the view for shoppers looking through the window.
❝…You okay?❞ He inquired, he saw the other's descent, in which he could have easily scraped himself without so much as a piece of cloth to soften the fall. Additionally, he was quite concerned about the transformation. Sure, growing wings or claws was painless, however he also knew what it was like to go further than that in the change. If nothing else it at least feels uncomfortable, your senses are overloaded and you can feel what's happening to you. You can feel your bones shifting and your body practically breaking as it copes with the quick unfamiliar change.
Xie banged at the door. There was no answers. Xie banged harder.
Nothing happened.
This was not good.
And xie just couldn’t enter xir own hous-
wait a sec.
Xie grabbed the handle.
….It was open the whole time.
"I am stupid."
Xie hesitated a second before stepping in. After all, maybe it was all a dream. Maybe xie’ll wake up in a minute. Maybe xie’d been a human skyscraper with the beefiest arms ever all xir life and xie was just hallucinating having been a redheaded noodle at some point.
…Who was xie kidding this was totally happening.
With a sight, xie entered.
"Hey! Uhm, stranger! I’m here- Oh."
Oh.
Fuck xir life.
He looked up from the various items that surrounded him, he hadn't meant to be rude, he was just freaking out. His eyes widened and he dropped the strange rectangular box, which displayed a bowl filled with milk and rainbows, purple horseshoes and various other things that confused Senri. He was staring at himself. Or rather Alex in his body. However you word it he was shocked, by every part of this situation. His hands covered his left eye, he knew that this wasn't his body, that this eye didn't have any stitches or +Anima that could potentially wreck havoc at any moment. Yet he instinctively went to check for his eye patch. This was too much stress for him. ❝Why did this happen?❞ He asked, his voice cracking as he spoke.
my muse has been drugged and won't remember anything that happens for the next 30 minutes. what does your muse do/say?
