#𝟎𝟎𝟕. 、 answered ✷

[chernozemic]

anonymous asked: What is your favorite type of poison?

anonymous ／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

"Rodenticides."

His answer was almost instant, coming tail end after the visitor's question. Eyes do not peer at the source (it's a distraction. he has better things to do-- to be doing.) and, instead, settled on a nearby screen. His back's turned, too, swiveled by means of his chair -- ergonomic in application yet inconvenient in appearance -- providing as a "shield" of sorts. Hunching over his desk, there's the unmistakable clickclack of fast typing, all done by one hand (what? like it's hard?) and one hand only.

Other hand's pressed flat to counter, index finger raising up in a rigid bend before beginning to draaag its tip across surface. A muffled hum's pushed out after, and it sounds like a machine relieving itself of superfluous smoke.

Why, if one were able to peer closer -- that was not an invitation -- they might've actually spotted a faint plume of smoke erupting out from betwixt lips. Nonetheless, it's paid no mind to; he doesn't even spare a batting of hand to chase the gas away.

"It's simple, efficient, and... above "all else", it is flexible."

Now, all fingers (including the thumb.) of his previously unoccupied hand bend at their knuckles. It's dragged slowly down counter's surface, "snagging" on the ridge shortly before whipping up in a sharp snapping of thumb and middle finger.

"Other poisons are... restrictive-- they're for a specific "use". Keep in mind, I am more than "capable" of adjusting as needed, but sometimes, a~aaaah... it's more streamlined to have something readily available, wouldn't you say?" he doesn't acknowledge in spite of the question (because it's obviously rhetorical.) and remains as still as a statue. "Men -- as stupid and as mad as they are -- have died, purely from ingesting rodenticide as a "dare"... or as a "joke". That's natural selection at its finest."

Even his hand was stuck within the aftermath of its snap, going so far as to freeze in place and sparing his arm from any and all swaying no matter how subtle.

"As such, with that "kept" in mind... It's an excellent "base"-- a commendable starting point."

Another bit of smog's expelled out from his maw, and, this time, Mayuri does intend on following its ascent up towards the ceiling with just a lingering gaze. Its lifespan was pathetic-- sucked up into the vent in a matter of seconds, leaving behind an environment that's once more sterile and clean.

"For my line of "work"? Oh yes, rodenticides work ju~uuust fine."

[namastekringle]

romance headcanons!

name.   nicholas kringle

nickname.   nick, nicky.

gender.   cis male.

romantice orientation.   demisexual / panromantic.

preferred petnames.   honey, baby, handsome/beautiful, love.

relationship status.   verse dependent.

favorite canon / fandom ship.   n/a, there’s no canon ships for nick.

favorite crossover ship.   candy & nick / @conwomans.​

opinion on true love.   he thinks it happens quite a lot, but people are too busy to see it.

opinion on love at first sight.   totally happens all the time. he knows some people just know.

how ‘romantic’ are they?   v romantic, almost sappy. will constantly buy flowers, gifts, etc., always complimenting his s/o, telld him that he loves them and their smile etc. all the time.

ideal physical traits.   he likes someone with a nice smile, but he doesn’t have a lot of visual preferences.

ideal personality traits.   kindness, generosity, joyous, good and warm heart.

unattractive physical traits. n/a, he can look past looks always.

unattractive personality traits.   rudeness, when someone is not kind, when someone is mean to children, meanness in general, cold hearted people.

ideal date.   snuggling together in pajamas watching a movie, or going out and walking around in the park after getting a hot drink ( tea, coffee, or in his case, hot chocolate ).

do they have a type?   kind, with sparkly eyes, a big smile, and a good heart. that’s what he leans towards, but again, he’s not picky. he can find love for most people.

average relationship length.   he’s only had one relationship, and it lasted a good year and a half. and it ended on good terms.

preferred non-sexual intimacy.   someone playing with his hair / him playing with his s/o’s hair. and cuddling.

commitment level.   high.

opinion of public affection.   likes it as long as it doesn’t go too far. so hand holding, a peck on the lips or cheek, head on his shoulder is fine.

past relationships?   it was with an elf named jolene at the pole, and ( in human years ) he was about 20. after the pressures of becoming santa became too much, they decided to split so he could focus.

[opsnellie]

send me ☕️ for a mini playlist of our muses (Malika)

ooc: mais um aviso ooc para dizer que meu conhecimento musical é muito pouco. algumas músicas não combinam 100% só uma parte ou uns trechos. ah, sempre bom reforçar que faço edit no canva porque não sei mexer com photoshop, então sejam gentis kkkkk 

[opsben]

send me  ☕️ for a mini playlist of our muses ( @blxxdred )

ooc: mais um aviso ooc para dizer que meu conhecimento musical é muito pouco. algumas músicas não combinam 100% só uma parte ou uns trechos. ah, sempre bom reforçar que faço edit no canva porque não sei mexer com photoshop, então sejam gentis kkkkk 

[wickdswitch]

tags post.

[fullrot]

blog tags

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[drvskelle]

ooc tag dump,

[chrissyrots]

tag dump

𝟎𝟎𝟏.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   pinned.

𝟎𝟎𝟐.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   answered.

𝟎𝟎𝟑.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   headcanons.

𝟎𝟎𝟒.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   starter call.

𝟎𝟎𝟓.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   closed starter.

𝟎𝟎𝟔.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   open starter.

𝟎𝟎𝟕.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   promo.

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𝟎𝟎𝟗.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   prompts  ( 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 ).

𝟎𝟏𝟎.   ♡   𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋  𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙   ;   interactions.

[alluraxs]

𝟎𝟎𝟕.          、      tag dump     ღ 

[chernozemic]

tenshusuto asked: ㅤThere is a looming silhouette leaning against the balcony railing in the upper part of S.R.D.I. But the Captain sure recognized who the voice belonged to even without properly seeing the bearer.

ㅤThe not-so-phantom presence uttered, '' Do you think 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 painted himself into 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬 because he considered himself equal to the great masterminds ( that either /he/ or society admired ), or the opposite? He never considered himself worthy to climb the same stairs and reach their level? ''

@tenshusuto ／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

Always a fan of the dramatics... It seemed that some things never changed.

Whether that would be for better or for worse, however... would remain to be (unfortunately...) seen. There was nothing to be done about it, anyway, especially since Urahara's already here. What could he have possibly done-- chase him out? Tch! That was something only a moron (and mayuri wasn't even close.) would believe in. Optimism, once upon a time, was welcomed within the Twelfth's barracks -- perhaps, when someone other than Mayuri was rudely taking up space, hmm... -- but those times were long gone.

They were lost to the metaphorical sands of time, only capable of being drenched up by those that were bold enough to remember. Some may wonder, too, where did Mayuri stand on this so-called "spectrum"?

Well, the middle, obviously.

"No," he responded after allowing for a few moments of silence to drift by, occasionally intercepted by rapid plonking of fingers to keys. Not once did Mayuri bother to look up from his spot (what's the point? urahara's going to do whatever he wanted, and who was mayuri to say anything? it's not like he was captain or anything, tsk...) nor did he truly work to engage any further. "Instead of pondering on something with an answer..."

Hands would pause then, freezing in an instant. Even if the blond were to attempt to (thinks about cutting him off, metaphorically with his words but, also, literally with the sprinkler that was found a mere, few inches above his head.) to respond, Mayuri deemed it worthy enough to ignore, anyway. It wasn't anything out of the usual, honestly-- if anything, he was offering the other man a little too much leniency but... whatever.

It didn't matter nor would it matter in the long run.

"Shall I look it up for you?"

Be it out of the kindness (invalid. unknown query. 404 error.) of his own heart or, rather, because Mayuri wished to end this meddlesome interaction, he's already proceeding to "look it up". Fingers remained within their stilted, rigid position as his head raised. It was only by a few centimeters, but those with a keen eye should've been able to catch on. Why wouldn't they? Some of those "people" had already decided that breaking and entering was completely fine, after all.

No, he wasn't angry. A little aggravated, yes... but not angry.

That comes later, if Urahara decided to push his luck.

Illuminated by nothing but the bright, neon blue hue of his largest monitor, honeyed eyes were abrupt in how they rolled up into the back of his skull. All signs of white that were found upon his body (his paint, the whites of his eyes, his gums...) were subtly tinted, fading into a color that attempted to mirror his LED. All that remained, now, was beats' worth of silence that was occasionally cut in by the gentle whirring of some machinery that was nowhere to be seen and yet... was audible, as clear as day.

A few wheezes of air here... and a few clinking of data flashing on screens there... All of that was nothing more but ambiance, serving as what remained of the captain's latest projects. When those were finished, he'd merely begin anew with fresh eyes, fresh ideas, and fresh methods. Who's to say, too, that he hasn't thought to start more already? Answering a question better akin for a debate class held very little weight in comparison and, quite frankly, Mayuri thought it within his right to grow offended.

Whatever it was that Urahara Kisuke had to gain from this, surely it wasn't worth the amount of time Mayuri was (and he'll admit. it was on purpose.) wasting. Rummaging throughout the vast nothingness known as the "world wide web", of course, took some time. He was sure that his little, uninvited guest wouldn't mind.

Ultimately, he did ask a question, so... the polite thing to do was to answer it. That was basic cause and effect, honestly. Mayuri would simply hate to feed him misinformation. In some ways, with that in mind, he was actually doing him a favor.

Perhaps he ought to thank him after all was said and done.

Time was hard to track, especially with all sources of telling time facing the "misfortune" of suddenly shutting down. That wasn't meant to happen, no... no, obviously not. It certainly had nothing to do, either, with how the scientist appeared to be having trouble "finding" (he's found it since a while, now, and has been holding onto it.) an answer most befitting to Urahara's standards.

His monitor's grown a bit darker since, dimming in its brightness as it steadily strayed into its sleep mode. Contents of its screen (basic data entry; mayuri was busying himself with... ah, "busy work". basic inventory, in layman's terms.) remained visible but barely legible, with its translucent, white text on top of a blue backdrop. Its scheme was meant to nauseate, to discomfort-- it was something meant for Mayuri's eyes only, and the defense mechanism was simple, easy, and clean to script.

What made it reliable, too, was that while it was a beginner's task to script, it was best suited for the so-called experts (he's seen a few attempt. none cracked the code as of yet.) to decipher.

Lower lip quivered in subtle twitches, implying that an active search was still in progress. At this point in time, though, all that Mayuri was done was casually scrolling through the rest of the results that popped up. Some were mildly laughable, others somewhat plausible, while some... well, the rest were hogwash.

"... Ah, here it is. I finally found it," he suddenly chimed in, irises revealing themselves in mere seconds right after.

Fingers resumed their typing as his head lowered, seamlessly continuing from where he last left off. Teeth bore in a faint grimace (he hoped it was as annoying for urahara as it was for him to put up this stupid, childish façade.) before, with a cluck of his tongue, he proceeded.

"Hmmnn... The majority believed that it was, simply put, a signature; nothing particularly special. The School of Athens was commission work, proffered by none other than a pope-- Pope Julius II, if you were a stickler for that particular detail... not that it matters, seeing as he's long dead now," he pauses to lean away from his work, entwining his fingers and straightening his arms in order to entice a long, drawn out yet much needed crack out from his knuckles. "Mainly painted as a decoration... hence its eccentric location... it was also intended to "praise" the church, because-- well, I'm sure you know why."

All of this effort, and Mayuri was well aware that it wouldn't bare much fruit. He's sure that he was doing this, majorly, for sake of Urahara's "amusement". Whatever the absolute hell that was, anyway.

"I stopped reading after a few paragraphs, because it was starting to grow repetitive," came the lackadaisical "confession", lacking in its expected remorse, "but, to be blunt, it was a blatant "self-insert", because how else would he include a signature? By signing it? Pfft... That would've gotten him executed, I'm sure, for being so bold."

Placing his hands back upon the keys, he straightened his back only to hunch it seconds later. There were no signs of discomfort arising (why? he's fine like this.), and he'd most likely be here for some time to come.

"Is that all? Any more asinine questions?"

In spite of the retort, Mayuri doesn't wait for a response. A certain shopkeeper's overstayed his welcome, and it was time he took his leave.

As if to encourage a hasty retreat, the sprinkler above the man's head springs to life (the clocks, too, returned to normal. it was as if nothing happened-- besides, well, showing that ten minutes had passed.) and immediately drenches him in water.

"Oops. I suppose not."

He huffed a sigh and hung his head. Stopping in his ministrations, he rubbed his lips together (how annoying.) before raising a hand, snapping its fingers twice in rapid succession.

"Now then, if you'd be so kind as to--"

Without warning, the sprinkler's increased in intensity (it can go further, too, if mayuri wanted it to.) and narrowed its focus, almost like it honed in on Urahara and Urahara only.

"--get out."

[opsnellie]

chestnut - Name five things you're passionate about.

Livros 

Minha coleção de bonecas de porcelana das princesas 

Fazer álbum de recortes 

Filmes musicais 

Halloween! 

Não coloquei minha família e amigos porque achei que a pergunta fosse sobre coisas, e não pessoas. Mas eu os amo muito também! 

[child-of-demeter]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟕.

Spencer De La Cour. Age: 29? Location: Unknown Status: Alive?

Oliver met Spencer three years ago. It was awkward, and clumsy, and had only been for a moment. Mumbled apologies as they had bumped into each other on the street. Only their chance encounter seemed to keep happening. Again and again they'd run into each other, their interactions always leaning towards an awkward affair. It wasn't until Spencer reached out to hold onto Oliver did their conversations grow deeper.

Their friendship formed first. Spencer was a kind man, someone who saw the world in such a unique way. He didn't talk often about his family, often saying how much he detested them. Instead he told Oliver of his passions, his hopes and his dreams. Over the following years their relationship would bloom into something more. It was the first time Oliver had felt love. Felt like he had found a family. He latched onto that feeling and wanted to do everything and anything he could to hold onto it.

That is of course until Spencer betrayed him. All that time together the man had been lying. Or maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he did love Oliver, but that love had been used in a twisted devotion. Oliver originally thought the man had died. Had burned away like their love. Yet a few weeks after coming to camp he has learned that he still lives, though now an even greater mystery looms as Spencer has seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth.

Oliver is desperate for answers to where the man had gone. Still searching for him, though the anger that first consumed him has somewhat quelled. Instead he now hungers for answers... And perhaps a part of him wants to know if any of it was real to begin with.

[ruinlost]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒    .  

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟏    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄    .

NAME    :  (Cipher)—currently farrow

EYE    COLOUR   :  yellow & bronze

HAIR    STYLE    /    COLOUR    :   Blue gradient,messily and pushed to the side 

HEIGHT   :  5’8

BEST    PHYSICAL    FEATURE    :   from what hes been told his hair 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟐    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄    .

FEARS  :  Being  alone,being lost,being perceived-

BIGGEST    PET    PEEVE  :  Loud loud noises

AMBITIONS    FOR    THE    FUTURE  :   Remembering who he is,protecting who he cares for,traveling 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟑    :  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒    .

FIRST   THOUGHTS   WAKING    UP    :   “What shall I do today?”

WHAT    THEY    THINK    ABOUT    MOST  :  where to go ,what he should do,.

WHAT    THEY    THINK    ABOUT    BEFORE    BED   :   Doesn’t need sleep but when he does its mostly just questions deep thinking 

WHAT    THEY    THINK    THEIR    BEST    QUALITY    IS    :    his loyalty ,keeping true to his word and friends ,his strength 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟒    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑    ?

SINGLE    OR    GROUP    DATES    :   N/A

TO    BE    LOVED    OR    RESPECTED  :    Loved.

BEAUTY    OR    BRAINS    :    both is nice.!

DOGS    OR    CATS  :    both.!

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟓    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    …

LIE     :  not really?,depends

BELIEVE    IN    THEMSELVES    :   It depends really

BELIEVE    IN    LOVE    :      Nah

WANT    SOMEONE  :     No

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟔    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑    …

BEEN    ON    STAGE     :    No.

CHANGED    WHO    THEY    WERE    TO    FIT    IN    :  yes ,though its definitely a complicated situation 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟕    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒    .

FAVOURITE    COLOUR    :    blue,golds,yellows,reds.

FAVOURITE    BOOK  :   N/A

FAVOURITE    GAME   :   N/A

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟖    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄    .

DAY    THEIR    NEXT    BIRTHDAY    WILL    BE    :      February 18th

HOW    OLD    WILL    THEY    BE  :  who knows the exact number now-

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟗    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    .

I    LOVE    :    “My friends, my family”

I    FEEL    :    “…lost.”

I    HIDE   :    “My own concerns”

I    MISS  :    “I dont know what to miss..”

I    WISH    :   “Answers about myself who I am”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘   / stole this from myself LOL

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆   /  @narvvhal @shknoin @celesticlnstcrs @mmriesoftvat @erabundus @ningquan @yuexian +u the viewer!

[crystalpower]

✨ it can't be bought / it can't be seen / the answer is: mental toughness.

🌙 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟏    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

NAME: virote srisati.

EYE COLOUR: dark brown.

HAIR STYLE  /  COLOUR: jet black, various short styles. may occasionally dye it from anything to blue to blond to red.

HEIGHT: 5′0”. very tiny, very bold.

CLOTHING STYLE: high fashion and fun and beautiful! from various styles to your 2007 mall goth model re-up, to cyber thot, to versace robe drip. likes to also buy a lot of one of a kind pieces from small boutique sellers, especially if it’s jewelry. shades of black and pink and periwinkle and blues and greens. he likes to dress down and keep it really lazy, too. the clothes don’t wear him. he wears the clothes. and he makes them look great.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: his  smile... everything rly...,

✨ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟐    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

FEARS: feeling restricted, loss of autonomy, being misinterpreted. he’s a control freak about himself. other than that... nothing. heehee.

GUILTY PLEASURE: he’s not a fucking catholic. he don’t feel guilty about anything.

BIGGEST PET PEEVE: people who never feel moved about anything. they annoy him in a way that can’t be described... like. he’s not someone to break down and cry over a song, but he can appreciate things for the way they’re meant to touch the soul and heart. actually i lied about the crying over a song part. he’s spent many nights in his bathtub sobbing to sexy r&b with sad lyrics.

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: to help someone. anyone.

🌙 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟑    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: what kind of smoothie to make, if he should take a run around the block before taking a shower, plans for the day, how his self-image issues are crushing him, tbh.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: depends on the day and how busy he is! sometimes thinking about work, sometimes thinking about smoking weed and popping half a xan and going to sleep for about 12 hours.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: if he got all his emails sorted out and answered... lol. and sometimes he has to double, triple check because it runs him a little crazy sometimes. but hey that’s why he keeps a tablet at his bedside.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: his creativity and how he’s applied it to many parts of his life. especially as someone who makes mental health his life’s work.

✨ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟒    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: single. group dates are distracting and lame.

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: you can’t have one without the other for him. if you can’t respect him, you could never love him. he needs both in a relationship. love is never enough. it’ll never be enough.

BEAUTY OR BRAINS: both. he’s not one of those people that are like... not picky about looks. he wants to be physically attracted. and you don’t have to be super smart... just don’t stick a fork in an electrical socket and y’all good. emotional intelligence is more important than book smarts, anyway.

DOGS OR CATS: both are cute, but he’s a cat person.

🌙 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟓    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE: not really. he withholds information if it’s a bit too personal sometimes, but he doesn’t straight up lie and bury it like it never existed.

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: some days it’s burdensome, but yes. :)

BELIEVE IN LOVE: all the time. even if he feels cold some days, it always comes back to him.

WANT SOMEONE: does he?

✨ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟔    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE: often! for theater back in the day, for dance, for seminars, et cetera. even to this day. he’s a beast at performance and public speaking, it’s a little scary.

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: he would never.

🌙 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟕    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVOURITE COLOUR: black, periwinkle.

FAVOURITE ANIMAL: cats, various types of birds and moths and slugs.

FAVOURITE BOOK: hardboiled and hard luck by banana yoshimoto.

FAVOURITE GAME: does... dance dance revolution... count....

✨ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟖    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: july 21st 2023.

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: 29.

🌙 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟗    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE: the ability to love.

I FEEL: a weird mix of tired and satisfied. can’t go on, but i want to.

I HIDE: nothing, if i feel like the atmosphere is right.

I MISS: the sunlight in chiang mai mountains.

I WISH: every child grows up heard and safe.

*title of the post from fight the blues by utada hikaru. ur welcome for the rec.

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[oneofadiamond]

𝟎𝟎𝟕. “𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔.”

♯┆Flawless transcendence | ic | .ᐟ 🃜—> In-character

♯┆An unforgiving journey | visage | .ᐟ 🃁 —> Any art with Diamond

♯┆Resolute Existence | Stonehearts | .ᐟ 🂺 —> Interactions with any of the ten Stonehearts

♯┆Awakening resilience | IPC | .ᐟ 🃖 —> Interactions with characters the IPC

♯┆A Ventura | Aventurine | .ᐟ 🃜 —> Interactions with Aventurine from the Ten Stonehearts

♯┆Unwavering mortality | Topaz | .ᐟ 🃁 —> Interactions with Topaz from the Ten Stonehearts

♯┆Proficient elegance | Jade | .ᐟ 🃚 —> Interactions with Jade from the Ten Stonehearts

♯┆Tenacious will | musings | .ᐟ 🃖 —> Musings

♯┆All for the Amber Lord | ooc | .ᐟ 🃜 —> Out of character

♯┆Malevolent offenders | records | .ᐟ 🃁 —> Interactions with the Stellaron Hunters

♯┆Flickering leisure | answered asks | .ᐟ 🃚 —> Answering asks

♯┆Gleaming magnificence | ships | .ᐟ 🃖 —> Ships with any other character

♯┆Silent serenity | prompts | .ᐟ 🃜 —> Any prompts

♯┆Trustworthy recommendation | promo | .ᐟ 🃁 —> Promo of self or other role-play blogs

[stellrn]

𝟎𝟎𝟕. “𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔.”

♯┆A falling star | ic | .ᐟ ★ —> In-character

♯┆A trailblazing will | visage | .ᐟ ★ —> Any art with Stelle

♯┆An unwilling host | version 1 | .ᐟ ★ —> Interactions with characters from the Herta Space Station

♯┆A surviving hope | version 2 | .ᐟ ★ —> Interactions with characters from Jarilo-VI

♯┆A leading whisper | version 3 | .ᐟ ★ —> Interactions with characters from the Xianzhou: Loufu

♯┆A destructive glance | version 4 | .ᐟ ★ —> Interactions with characters from Penacony

♯┆Earth-shattering resonance | ooc | .ᐟ ★ —> Out of character

♯┆Time-defying tenacity | musings | .ᐟ ★ —> Musings

♯┆Trail-blazing blueprint | version 0 | .ᐟ ★ —> Interactions with the Astral Express members

♯┆Nation-building oath | unknown | .ᐟ ★ —> Interactions with the Stellaron Hunters

♯┆Spirit-warming flame | answered asks | .ᐟ ★ —> Answering asks

♯┆City-building bulwarks | ships | .ᐟ ★ —> Ships with any other character

♯┆A fleeting vision | prompts | .ᐟ ★ —> Any prompts

♯┆A righteous intent | promo | .ᐟ ★ —> Promo of self or other role-play blogs