#darkcoat

{🔥}—; Spyro looked around the cold and dark area, when he’d come through the Superportal he thought he’d end up somewhere a little less on the gloomy side. The Professor had made a few adjustments to the high powered portal and was very excited about it but this place seemed to be less than he expected to see so far, but feeling curious the young dragon kept moving.

MORE.

@cxpt This is a person you should be following. Make zero mistakes about this, this is one GENUINELY good RPer, frighteningly wordy and very good with their use of those words. There are a lot of good Captains but this one is outstanding in every level. The details and contours and emotions! So good!

@darkcoat This little dweeb thinks they get to get away with teasing me and go unnoticed? Oh no. I know so little about ‘Little Nightmares’, but their use of words and formatting and to the point writing is outstanding. You should do yourself a service and check them out!

“Why?”

A simple three-letter word that made Hinata put down her pencil and stare unyieldingly at the child. Why stop tearing at a scab? Was this in spite or earnest lack of understanding? It couldn’t be spiteful, the girl had never been anything but kind to Hinata, which means...

... with a gentle hand cupping the child’s own to block the scratching, Hinata’s free hand dug into her purse ever more. “You don’t pick at scabs so they he-heal.” Cursed stutter, wincing at her own inadequacy. “Picking at them just makes me worse.”

Her fingers latched onto a few necessary items, smiling as she lifted them from out of her bag. Band-aides and some itching cream. Nothing special, but enough to distract the girl, in any event. Work can wait, drawing walls wasn’t difficult.

Gently rubbing the cream over the scab, there was no telling if it actually was itching or the girl just... Wanted to peel at it. Frowning, twisting her mouth unhappily, Hinata remembered the burn marks. “Here, this will take away any itch- and help it heal faster,” bandaged, tiny fingers kneaded the skin around the wound, caressing it.

She learned not to particularly ask where Zero’s wounds came from, sometimes not wanting to know. Instead, she generally elected to just tend to them and explain the reasons behind it. “Why you don’t pick at scabs is because you’ll break them open, bleed all over, but you could get it infected and get very sick.”

📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party.

Dear Mister Charles,

My name is Hinata Hyuga, I’m a resident of New York City, and I’m writing in regards to the adoption policies of the state of New York and specifically within the city of New York.

I know you’re busy, so I won’t take much of your time, but I’ve attached my e-mail and phone number with this document, so if you could contact me with that information, I’d greatly appreciate it.

Thank you for taking the time to read and respond.

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

1) The first time that Hinata takes Zero out of the Maw, without the Lady knowing, Zero has constant sickness or aversion to lights, loud noises, and people. She’s quick to temper and hiss, but also shaking and clearly panicked. Not being much different in physical sizes, Hinata just keeps hold of the girl and makes sure she’s got something to hold onto (Hand, purse strap), or being constantly talked to hoping to keep her attention focused. It is one of the few times that Hinata will willingly buy her one of those (nasty) energy drinks she knows Zero enjoys.

2) Zero. Hinata despises this name with all her tiny soul can muster. They do eventually change it after a bit of research to find the appropriate name. From that point forward, Hinata will refuse to ever use the name ‘Zero’ ever again.

3) After going out the first time, Hinata sticks to nearby locations with fewer people, seeing it kick off her personality quirks and trying to ease her into the world outside. Little tea shops and small cafes, parks. Little places for the girl to relax.

4) CLOTHES. Hinata brings the poor girl something other than black clothing, mostly reds, purples, grays, and blues. Colors that remain darker without having to constantly rely on a single tone. And one glow in the dark ‘Monster’ shirt she knows the girl will like.

5) She cooks for the child. Full meals, makes her drink water. Less grease and snack foods. Forces her to brush her teeth and hair, tends to her wounds. Hinata is meticulous about the care of the child, to the point of worrying herself sick over the girl.

Send me a ‘★’ and I will tell you how my character feels about yours.

(Oh my gosh this was buried!!)

Zero is such a poor little child. She’s always battered and miserable. I think I’m going to take her out of the Maw next time I’m there, maybe to Central Park and just let her…

Be.

As the girl continued to pick, Hinata could feel her mouth contorting at the flicks of skin. A scab, a wound- another wound- and little Zero was just tearing at it. Hinata put down her pencil and sighed, lifting her purse to the table.

“It m-makes me sad you have to ask why...” And in such an accusatory manner. From the over-sized purse emerged gauze, a band aid, and some anti-infection cream. “Look, Zero-”

Hinata flinched at the same, she despised the title this poor child had, “-why you can’t pick at it is because it’ll become infected,” The older woman mused to the younger while the scab was cleaned up, “it’ll get worse and you’ll get sick. You don’t want that!” Eyes full of light and hope, Hinata did everything she could to go slowly, remain calm and happy during the process.