#starheeled

Now, consider him an over-observant Dark Mage if you wanted, he didn’t care: but Schezo felt like this strange realm and the folk who hadn’t been teleported here were very wary of him. Every time he approached to ask more of this realm, the magicians backed off or looked afraid. Could they have the power to sense abilities, too? He didn’t blame them for backing off. In all honesty, he’d never wanted such darkness himself, but it couldn’t be helped now could it.

“At least you’re still willing to give me a chance despite my Dark powers, Midnight. You’re such a good fluffy kitty.” Leaning into his cape, he opened it to beam at the kitten sitting in his pocket, who jumped trustingly into the mage’s open hands to be patted.

“Aren’t you the snuggliest kitty anywhere? Mwee hee hee! Yes you are!”

  As shrouded in shadows as Kitaro adored to be, with enterprise came contact with others. Even if he put no effort in masking his miasma before, skulking was a luxury he preferred to indulge for the time being. Any friendly eyes drawn to him were deflected as quickly as unblinking apall.    Truth was, he was in no hurry to situate himself in this world. It certainly wasn’t his intended destination. He was more interested in returning to the café frequented by his mangaka. The language of Hell was nowhere to be found on the runes he’d inspected, and he had eluded his father yet again on top of it.   ...Then again, he could use the freedom. “Well, what do we have here?” The buck toothed off-worlder at last greeted. Whispers called him that, but what idiot could doubt he didn’t belong here? Kitaro belonged only within his whims.

With the heels that 2B and most battle units and operators wore, 9S was fairly used to feeling short. It wasn’t like it bothered him, but... this person – towering at least two heads above him, she was beyond even human height, wasn’t she? Of course, with how obviously not human this individual is, 9S can’t help but stare. He wasn’t going to judge her for it, of course, but... androids were the only other humanoid creatures out there, weren’t they? Perhaps they weren’t even ‘creatures’, by most standards – and perhaps even his own, yet...

isa is dropped for you!

next time please be sure to include the series as well ily

It’s kicking off now (my_longest_yeah_boi_ever.mp3)

Saix is reserved for you until June 19th!

And Poppy is dropped!

farewell...........our love

colorful headcanons.

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

wataru is... surprisingly hard to disgust. or at least it’s really hard to get him to express that he’s disgusted. he hides and masks up so many things; the easiest way to tell he’s not pleased is if his remarks start to seem almost passive aggressive. getting him to show outright that he’s disgusted though is really something. as an actual concise answer, though: seeing someone back down from something they’re perfectly capable of achieving doesn’t sit right with him. that’s one thing, at least.

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

there’s a good number of things, though he generally doesn’t outright mention them. at least not here, because there’s no use dwelling so much on people he can’t reach. but things like tea, sounds of the ocean, needles and threads, the ‘creatures of the night...’ those are some blatant reminders, but occasionally there are smaller ones, too.

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

Colorful Headcanons | not accepting!

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

Besides owls and the earth, it would have to be humans. Despite having been one in a past life, he enjoys watching particular humans that catch his interest going about their daily activities and behaviours. If they are well liked, he’ll even direct them to lucky discoveries and opportunities. 

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

Although a fan of meaty foods overall, he can’t help but eating a heaping dish of stewed vegetables when the opportunity rises. Every bite is like a warm invitation to a cozy, yet oddly familiar home. The favored dish is found on the outskirts of the base of Wayward Mountain, frequently cooked by the villagers that reside there. It’s something that’s reserved for the occasion when he is able to leave his ground and visit, which is (unfortunately) very rare.

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

When it comes to new lands, such as here in Septaneus, he fairs quite well. His goal boils down to seeing the area for himself and exploring the uncharted to get a better sense of the situation. He is well when he understands the earth he walks on..