#faiiryfantasy

“Oh no, nothing! I have just been hearing a lot of rumors spreading around about me and it hurt me to hear that many people are just talking behind my back. If they despise me, they could’ve just confronted me about it.” A gasp escaped as Kuroyuri couldn’t believe what she is hearing. Her? Pretty?? She prefers beautiful or even attractive, but she’s okay with being pretty. She couldn’t help herself, but blush as she couldn’t able to handle such compliments.

" ...!! "

" bird demon ... !! "

[ they're quick to gently touch his feathery wings — soft hands would begin to carefully stroke and examine his plumes with bright curiosity. ]

" oh my !! so soft !! so pretty !! what a lovely looking demon you are ! "

[ she would dote on the upper moon, making sure she didn't brush her fingers against his feathers too rough. before finding herself intrigued by his talon like hands ... ]

" ohh ... and your nails are so sharp ... you're so pretty ! "

@faiiryfantasy

A hashira, that didn't fight him, instead, his wings got attention. Attention that made Urogi chirp and his ears perked up. His wings shuddered at the gentle touch and folded in tighter along his back. He was meant to fight slayers, not befriend them, but, well, he wasn't ordered to do nothing to her yet. And she was gentle, not rough, strange.

The compliments went straight into his head, his lips curled upwards into a wide grin. From confusion to radiating the emotion of joy. "Aren't they the best!? My wings and my claws!" Urogi chirped, and held out his hands towards her. Palms upwards and claws bent towards his palms. "My wings can take me high in the skies while my claws can smash diamonds! That's how sharp they are!" In excitement, the volume of his voice was upped and giddy.

what color character are you ?

yellow character

[ Yellow characters tend to be positive and upbeat people, who try to see the bright side in most situations (although the older a character is, the less likely they’ll be as openly positive). They’re friendly and energetic much of the time, and while often genuine it can become a cover for their more negative feelings. They tend to have a lot of skill in one specific area which they have to work hard to harness and use properly.

Because of this skill they can be put up on a pedestal and have high expectations placed on them to perform. Often these expectations also come from themselves. They have a strong sense of responsibility and duty placed on them that can cause them to develop a bit of a savior complex, blaming themselves for not being able to protect everyone around them. They are diffusers and peacemakers, preferring to be in harmony with everyone, sometimes making it confusing when others around them are not this way.

They’re pretty cheerful and bubbly and usually the light of their friend group. They care about their friends a lot, and go out of their way to show it, although it can cause them to be jealous when they feel as if they aren’t being included. While kind people, they also have a competitive streak and like to win. They love fun and are likely to get sidetracked and drag their friends along with them. Others are able to relax in their presence and enjoy themselves, and it’s hard not to like a yellow character. While these characters may be warm and diligent though, they also have a hard time taking risks, generally preferring to stay in their comfort zone.

They can have a bit of both a main character and a savior complex because of how much responsibility they put on themselves, and while well meaning it can irk other characters. Sometimes they go too far trying to help and interfere with others, and when they don’t want to do something they will often shut down and distract themselves from it.

They are surprisingly mature for how innocent they seem, and when in a healthy place they always give their best effort. They are wise and interpersonal and really tie their friend group together. Yellow characters need to be given a safe space to release negative emotions without letting them build up, and they need people in their life who will help them keep a healthy balance of work and play without pressuring them too much. ]

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[ mun posting art ]

(✿); mun post actual art :] !! jsjdjd this took forever i hope it looks nice ;7;;

(✿); i've been wanting to make some art of knyverse ! Flower in my style ,,, (´∀` )

[ anon ask ]

(✿); my apologies anon ,,, :( i am unfamiliar with pretty much all of skylanders ,,

(✿); this is also an exclusive kny rp/blog ;7;; so i probably won't be posting any content unrelated to kny on here ! thank you for the ask though !! i hope you have a lovely day anon :]

[ they're quick to stand to their feet, tip toes pressed against the floor as they try to reach his height. staring with curious wonder as they gaze with wide eyes. ]

" how lovely ! i've never seen anything like them before ... "

[ the hashira smiles, hands cupping his face as to get a better look at him. they don't even seem to note the apparent kanji etched into his iridescent orbs. or just how cold his face felt against the fingertips of her skin. once again she naïvely found herself lost in the visage of another art piece. ]

(✿); finally got the courage to send something in (´;ω;`) of course, not forced ! so if you don't want to respond you don't have to ! and if you don't, that's okay !! i just wanna say you have a lovely blog !! <3

He could not pinpoint a reason as to why the Demon Slayer Corps insists on treating him as of late. The others often stumble upon the most tedious pillars to have ever been born, but he — out of sheer luck — keeps receiving the beautiful ones, the most delectable.

❝ Itadakimasu... ❞ Murmured under his breath, icy tongue wetting his lips upon the sight. Dōma has made a habit of waiting for them to lunge first; deciphering their breathing style from a distance before he reciprocates. It's not as if he is in any hurry after all. The night is still young, and a sole pillar stands no chance against a century's worth of nutritious meals. Still, as well fed as he is, there's a figment of drool pooling at the corner of his lips as they make to approach.

❝ —! ❞

Caught off guard, when plush fingertips brush over alabaster skin; ice-cold to the touch. Instinctively, breath withheld shielded them from an immediate death — an unfortunate side effect of mingling with his followers for so long, knowing he'd have to protect them from his own hoarfrost at times. And it's still held, as she draws even closer, lips parting lightly to reveal two sets of sharp fangs beneath.

There's an abundance of ever-shifting hues in that gaze, drawing one into its depths like a moth to the flame. And much like the kaleidoscope, it too is but an effect; for within it is hollow. The closer they lean into her touch, the more evident that emptiness becomes, naught more than a pair of lifeless rhinestones. And then, suddenly—

❝ You really shouldn't be coming close to demons like that with your sword still in its sheath. ❞ One large hand sufficed to clasp both her own in an ice cold grip, hoisting her up effortlessly by the wrists. It's an overwhelming force; to push against it would be to throw oneself against a wall. Bubbly laughter spills from the demon's lips, a ring of genuine amusement to it. Frankly, this was a little too easy, even for Dōma, who was not into tryharding for his meals. Abruptly, he'd let go and allow their body to either fall or land on their feet before him. His breath alone would suffice to kill them slowly, which was obligatory under that man's pressing orders.