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ON HIATUS MORE OR LESS

((sorry guys ive been under a lot of stress lately and doing a lot of work and i dont have much energy for blogging. kusu isn’t dead though -- ill bring him back when i can but right now im too exhausted. im occasionally on my ocs innominediabolus and doratsdreamofelectriccheese if you still want to rp but kusu is taking a break right now.

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“Jesus, drink the whole damn thing,” he snorted, taking the jug back and passing it to the Coven member. “Go refill that,” he ordered quickly, before turning back to his pet. “So you good to put all my shit back now?”

Pin had been rummaging through Hex's things when he heard the scuff sound of footsteps behind him. He turned, upending a bag onto the floor with a bored expression. "Oh. It's you. You got any water round here? 'M fuckin' dying here."

Hex scowled at the mess, folding his arms over his chest in mild annoyance. “If I give you some will you stop makin’ a mess outta my shit?”

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“And which of those appeals to you?” he asked calmly, noting the other’s predatory expression and maintaining his caution.

“Knowledge is power. What would you give me for that information?” He tilted his head, an almost avian gesture. “I can be generous when prompted.”

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“Herbal, old-world, traditional...that sort of thing. Sometimes I make them, sometimes I buy or barter for them...it fluctuates.” He lifted his hands in another shrug. “I do what I can, when I can.”

“Are you alright? You look really pale.” ((lol i couldnt resist this one))

((omG lol perfect))

Snowdrop raised his head, eyebrows quirked. “I’m always pale. I’m probably fine.”

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He shrugged. “I’m just a simple medicine seller...if you were in fact ill, I was going to offer a remedy. That’s it, really.”

“Are you alright? You look really pale.” ((lol i couldnt resist this one))

((omG lol perfect))

Snowdrop raised his head, eyebrows quirked. “I’m always pale. I’m probably fine.”

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Tell me who you ship me with

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“Probably.” He allowed himself the tiniest of smiles. “It appears I’ve misjudged, then...my apologies.”

“Are you alright? You look really pale.” ((lol i couldnt resist this one))

((omG lol perfect))

Snowdrop raised his head, eyebrows quirked. “I’m always pale. I’m probably fine.”

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First-Time Interaction starter sentences

“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.

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“A secret then?” Kusuriuri gave the tiniest smile, letting his eyes close once more. “Very well.”

an-ordinary-roach

Kusuriuri sat with his eyes closed, in a sort of meditative state as he took a break from peddling his wares. There was little wind, and the sun was mild on his skin. A soft scuttling noise perked his ears up and he opened one eye, looking down to spy a roach on the ground. “Ah…hello there.”

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"I know what you are."

“I should think so--it’s not like I keep my job as a medicine peddler a secret.”

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                    ＹＯＵ  ✘  have not                      S       E       E       N                                M       E                     when i am ☢ ＯＵＴ                      F            O            R                    【 Ｂ  Ｌ  Ｏ  Ｏ  Ｄ 】

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i see the winter, she’s crawling up the lawn i feel her breathing beneath my palms                                               she tears the trees down while curses roll from her tongue                                                                                       got eyes like anvils and storms for lungs

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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Sylvia Plath’s Diaries (via br-o-ken-poetry)

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My muse whispers "I know what you are." in your muse's ear. Put your muse's reaction in my ask box.

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Reblog if your muse believes in ghosts.

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( brush ) J loved pastels. More than anything did he love yellow hues, and blue hues. This man didn't sport many gentle blues, but his strangely organized hair was pale gold he could almost... Touch. And J certainly didn't have a reputation for making other people feel BAD when he put his hands on them. So he reached put from his spot on his large chair he laid across, and gently curled his fingers around the locks nearest the man's cheek, his fingers gently brushing against his skin.

The medicine seller didn’t flinch, but merely raised a brow at the contact. “Mm?” His eyes slid toward the other, face turning to follow them. “Can I help you with something?”