#glxtzy

   @glxtzy​ ⋙ that one starter we talked about.  

┋ 蒼炎⋙—.The misaligned shades of the villain’s mouth were affixed into something of a grimace; not pained, exactly, but certainly carved into a look of patent displeasure. A lean hand raised to the surface of the door ahead of him. But it wasn’t his palm, brimming over with destructive flames, that met the divisive structure. Rather, the backs of his knuckles rapped in beckoning sharpness, upon the door. Three knocks. Because he had three seconds of patience for this errand-boy shit.

   Held fast within his opposing hand was a bag of groceries -- just the basics, owed to the apartment’s occupant. Dabi recalled the bright, pleading eyes of the one who’d asked him to deliver the bag in her place. He bit the end of a scoff; since when did he bother doing favors?

    If no one answered, it was out of his hands and he resolved to drop the bag right on the ground in front of the door. He’d been asked to take the groceries to the address -- nothing in the way of assurances had been made for his ensuring that they found the right hands.

  ❝Open up, already, or I’m gonna drop this and go.❞

      What had been the name, again...? Mimana? Minane? He hadn’t paid attention back then, because... he hadn’t cared. Now it was inconvenient not to know. Oh -- wait, she’d called them that, too. He leaned in towards the door a bit more, so his voice would carry through it,

       ❝Snowy. Come get your shit.❞

         Nicknames were useful like that.

┖ SCENT; in various settings  ┚

 The smell of outer space pervades all others; it has been described as a warm, metallic, almost-sweet scent. And those rich tones remain laced at all times, throughout Viral’s skin and hair. He smells of stardust and ozone, notes of scorched metals with an underlying burst of sweet warmth comparable to berries, bergamot, almonds, and citrus. His applied fragrance of choice includes a cologne blended of patchouli, sandalwood, rose, cedar, and sage - from botanical elements harvested from the sprawling gardens aboard the Chouginga. 

  While sailing upon the briny blues in his OnePiece xover, his natural scent gains new complexities of the seafaring life - amber notes from his hair and hide being beneath so much sunlight, a faint and airy natural musk from the hot days and demanding activities intrinsic to sailing a vessel, and a mineral sharpness of saltwater. 

    In all instances - though the potency of which depends on the individual’s strength of perception - Viral will always smell decidedly inhuman, among other notes and fragrances. He may even have an uncanny presence to the discerning nose - as a chimera, Viral’s scent will never avail an identity congruent to any known or recognizable race of beings. It isn’t likely possible to decipher the nature of his artificially engineered biology through that sense alone.

it’s gonna be a lot of doing by hand for any doc that needs a color overhaul but i’ll try to break it down and make it generally comprehensive. 

for the outer light pink color, go to FILE > PAGE SETUP and change the page color from there.

for the pink border color, click beside the title and use the border color tool.

the title is hard to finesse, since it’s two lines of text on top of each other. click on the title and hit the down arrow key. use shift left/right to select the text. you should only manage to see a sliver of a selection highlight below the text like this, but that means the text has been selected:

then, change the text color.

for the info table text, just highlight all the way down the column and change the color. the text under the separation line is in another table, so you have to do that separately.

for the mbti, highlight all 4 boxes and change the background color.

to change the border colors, ctrl+click each border and change the border color.

for the temperament bars, highlight the cells (each bar is its own table and has 10 cells to fill) and change the background color, or make transparent to change the value. for the text, just change the color as you normally would.

for the links, highlight the heart cells and change the background color. for the borders, right-click the table, select TABLE PROPERTIES, and change the border color.

for the heart bullets (and my credit), highlight the colored box and change the highlight color. 

then, select the dots on each side of the heart and change it to the same color.

for the quote emphasis, do the same thing.

for the character names, highlight and change the highlight color.

everything else is pretty self-explanatory, and you should end up with a completely different color scheme!

A sleeping Hound, guard down, relaxed, the best moment of his day. Sleep and laze around without anyone bothering him, he thought. Soft breaths escaped his nose as the exhaustion of the day sank him deeper into slumber. The invader not sensed and soon a hand began to touch and tickle him behind the ear. His canine ear twitched, attempt to push away the fingers, but it didn’t seem to help.

A low grumble came out from the Hound’s throat as his toes curled against the white sheets. “Mm... Stop...” He muttered in his sleep. When the scratching didn’t stop, his body rolled onto his back and both arms reached forward. Tanned hands gripped at the male bothering him in his sleep and forcefully tried to pull him down onto the bed with him, right on top of him.

 One thing about Michi, the bastard was a huge cuddler in his sleep, and anyone becoming his cuddle victim might end up with a few broken ribs or bite marks. If the male didn’t manage to escape his grip, the Hound would pull them against his warm body and wrap his arms all around the man along with his legs.

Unprompted || always Accepting

glxtzy said: Yuki just.. slowly creeps closer before a hand reaches to pet Viral. He looked really soft and desired to confirm if he actually was or not.        

🚀—The Beastman didn’t dissuade the touch; but a feline gaze did sweep askance, to evaluate the intention behind the contact. It seemed innocuous enough... He had grown past the distrust of his youth, and he had no reason to be defensive towards a passenger aboard the Engann. And so he permitted it, the inquiring reach of his Human guest.  

 Pearl blond locks would compress in an inhuman softness, against Yuki’s fingertips. The pale mane was thick, individual strands seeming coarse due to a diameter that was greater than that of Human tresses. But upon touch, the density and smoothness belied the durability of the Beastman’s hair. It was very soft, and very heavy per lock. 

  The sensation was immeasurably pleasant, but Viral wasn’t too keen to demonstrate that intimate of a reaction by expression or sound. There was no reason to find affection in the gesture, after all, and he quieted the desires for tenderness that were so quick to surface in the back of his mind.

    He grinned a bit, and teased in inquiry, instead, 

  ❝Oh? What’s this?

    Curiosity from our most reticent passenger?

    Or are you showing your true colors here, in taking liberties?❞

                                       🐾—ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ,                                          ‘ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹ'noʎ ǝsnɐɔǝb ǝɹǝɥ ɯ'I

SPIN ON, A SPIRAL IN YOUR EYES;;FIRE BACKING YOU INTO A WALL;;

The miasmic crackling of untold energy surging restlessly within faintly pulsing, malachite irises should have been the first indication that he was not the doe-eyed GOD that his counterpart boasted.  Simon’s sweet tenors had been buried deep under the avalanche of FLAME AND FIGHT that he had dragged over his spirit as war paint in order to carry on a legacy of victory beyond all odds. A digger’s hands had been replaced with a swordsman’s grip, his drills utilized to break through space and stars and stagnation - no, he was not ‘Simon’, and who here was so confused as to believe he may be, still?

                            “Don’t jus’ touch me.”

The back of a hand raised, to brusquely sweep the offending palm away from his person, that tired gaze narrowing somewhat as he failed to register who was near him. The Spiral Energy that permeated this place was intense, the rampant evolution that whisked the world into a rampaging chorus was what had made this oceanic wonderland a place of interest.He mayhaps should have stayed on the Chouginga, however, as the ‘Grand Line’ was not.. where he could be still, easily.      (That’s why the KING OF NOTHING is standing guard, it goes two ways.)

                                             “Who the hell do ya’ think I am?           You don’t just go and touch a man’s face.                         M’not Simon, go ask the Furry if you need anything.”

❝ᵀʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ,      ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᴛʀʏ ᵗᵒ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉᵎ

               ᴵⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ,         ᵃ ʷᵃᵛᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ,               ᵃⁿᵈ ᴍʏ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ. 

                 ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃᵍᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ !❞

🃏—.Nightmares?

           Hilarious.

  He was familiar with the sick specters that settled upon his chest while he dozed. Imperceptible to the eye, but so heavy that Doflamingo could have sworn that he felt his ribs cracking, fracturing beneath the relentless presence. They weren’t uncommon. He’d enduring night terrors since his unspeakable childhood. He just... hadn’t expected it. Those sleepless hours had chased him down, down into this putrid cell, wrenched cold sweat out of his skin, and replaced the marrow of his bones with trembling rage.     

  Doflamingo hated lying on his back. It wasn’t the cold of the stone floor. It wasn’t the ache that exhausted his body, from motionlessness  He hated looking up, ceaselessly. He hated the view where everything in sight was unreachable by his hand, and he hated that everything within reach, was covered in filth and decay. The seastone shackles that governed his wrists were heavy, and they ground into his flesh without end. But he even gave that a purpose - rousing himself awake from the terrors of his visions.

  ❝Ah, it’s just so damn boring in here....

          Fufufu, where’s that corpulent devil?

               At leas a little torture would keep me awake.

                     I wonder if I’ve stayed long enough to start making requests.❞

  His fist closed, curled against itself like a defective serpent. Fangs in the form of keratin crescents, bore deep red rivulets into the heel of his palms. The pain aided only slightly, to draw his mind away from the malefic voices that nested in the chasm somewhere in his head. His sanity stretched dangerously thin, as cells divided and died, without knowledge of the sun. Without once respirating clean air. A familiar hell. He didn’t think of their faces. He didn’t think on their voices. No one could reach him, here, but his demons. And... he couldn’t reach anyone else, from within this vile, unconscionable place. He was really finished with all of it, after all. ....something would have to give.

A twisted mirth crept across his mouth, weary features obliging a misplaced amusement. Tired muscles hauled their weight upwards, a perpetrator strung upon a rack; a sudden, expectant grin.

          ❝You know? I feel like something really good is gonna happen, soon....❞