she's my cherry cola;;

- - bum me like a soda hover. nyx zosime || feral ninetales/gijinka || 112 y/o || vagabond || will bite you

[z-osime]

now i see f i r e, inside the mountain i see fire, b u r n i n g the trees and i see fire, hollowing s o u l s i see fire, b l o o d in the breeze

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[z-osime]

- - - - - it was rare to see nyx conceal herself in cafe sonata. it was weird to see her conceal herself in general - she’s become sort of one of the staples people almost always see while exploring castelia. gijinkas in this day and age weren’t an uncommon sight; on the contrary, there’s been a surge in mixed communities in the past five or so years, and nyx was more than thankful for that. more integration meant more acceptance, and acceptance paved the path to full liberty and non-discriminatory laws. 

- - - - - for someone as bold as nyx, who despises pinning her ears back and wearing hats with a passion and adores flaunting her tails around the city -- hell, for someone who openly performs at said cafe every other weekend and knows both the regulars and bartenders by name -- the fact that there was a maxi skirt hugging her hips and twenty-something bobby pins barely keeping a pair of fluffy ears to her scalp was, in the most mild sense, odd.

- - - - - of course, nyx wasn’t exactly satisfied with the state of things currently happening nor was she exactly overjoyed at the fact that her tails were cramping and her ears were itching. while not exactly content, hearing the conversation echoing trough the half-empty cafe from the other end of the bar made her thankful that she listened to her gut instinct while she was getting ready. 

- - - - - slurs and derogatory terms, insults and tasteless-borderline-offensive jokes - all related more or less to gijinkas. the perpetrators of the conversation at hand - a pair of older men and a younger man who looked like he barely grazed into his twenties. one of the men’s sons, she assumed, and scoffed internally. “great parenting, pops. keep it up,” she thought, “and maybe you might get over your wife leaving you and the kid.”

- - - - - glancing over the rim of her pint and towards the owner/head bartender, she wondered if, had she shown up completely unconcealed, if he’d have her back had the unruly bunch started placing inappropriate attention on her. on one hand, she was both considered a regular and a sort-of worker at the cafe. on the other hand, the money that she had just been given by the said man was accumulated trough exploiting scum like the trio at hand. there was a really fine line in between, and nyx was glad she wasn’t threading it tonight.

[foreverfallll]

[z-osime]

is there like. a way to archive posts on here? i havent been on here in a hot minute and on one hand i’d like to keep my old post for the sentimental value but. they’re so bad compared to the vocab i have now that i don’t really want anyone to see them anymore and i’m honestly torn between deleting them all and keeping them on here. help pls

[edit;;] on second thought, fuck it. full revamp.

[z-osime]

i am: confused