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ANNOUNCEMENT: I'm closing all my Kuro blogs

I've become completely inactive in the Kuro fandom, so I'm just gonna close up all my blogs. They'll still be here, just unused from now on. Thanks to everybody who RP'd and talked to me - you're fantastic. If you need me, my personal is sweet-baby-jesus-and-the-orphans so feel free to talk to me there.

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Emergency Commissions

Okay, so at the moment I’m jobless and really quite tight for money, so I’m offering some $5 commissions

You can choose from either;

A. A bust-shot sketch of a character of your choice

B. Digital colouring of lineart

If you’re interested, please send an e-mail to jaimz.ag@gmail.com or if not, at least reblog to signal boost this!

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It took a few moments for Florian to find his voice and in that time he simply stood, blinking stupidly at the Earl. He noted that he was now taller than Alois - just one of many thing that had changed in his appearance over seven years.

"Yes, it... it has, hasn't it? You look... different." He mentally scolded himself for stating the obvious, nervously running a hand through his hair. The strawberry blonde locks were longer now, tied back into a neat, low ponytail, the delicate white flower that used to perch atop his head now holding the style in place.

"I've... been busy working with my father. I'm to take over our business soon," he explained slowly, "and... and yourself? Have you been well?"

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As the years had gone by, Florian had become more reclusive. He’d begun learning to take over his father’s company and what little time he had was spent either alone or trying to reconcile his friendship with Elle. He had meant many times to make visits to the Earl Trancy, but it just seemed to get put off further and further, until he assumed that Alois must no longer think him a good friend, and would more likely be angry than anything else to see him again. And he knew very well that this was cowardice on his part, but he told himself that he had more important things to focus on.

And now he was twenty-two, an adult of high society, working closely with his father in the Delaroche family business. Rose was still ever at his side, and somehow didn’t appear to have aged a day since she was first assigned to be his handservant, but he didn’t mind much. It was she that kept him sane and healthy, stopping him from over-working or stressing himself.

It was at her suggestion, in fact, that he had made a visit to the local park. While it was coming to the end of the summer, there was still some sunshine and warmth left, and he found his stroll to be pleasant. That was, until he found his leg suddenly being besieged by a small dog. After being forced many times to care for multiple awful bichon frisés belonging to his aunt, he had taken a strong dislike to small dogs, but he remained polite and faked a smile all the same.

"It’s quite alright, dogs are social animals after a-" he stopped as he was interrupted with his own name. He looked up at the other and almost stumbled back in surprise. "Alois? Earl Alois Trancy? Good lord…"

The younger blond was stunned, eyes focused solely on the young man in front of him. This had to be some sort of dream, it just had to be. When was the last time he’d even seen Florian? He believed he invited him to his birthday ball a few years back when he turned eighteen, and they’d barely seen each other before or after that. Now he was a twenty-one year old earl, working for the Queen, trying his hardest to dodge proposals from every woman he came across. Yes, he’d been busy and he had grown, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t find the time for an old friend.

How did one even act around an old friend? He’d never experienced this before, save for one time he found one of his old cellmates, but that was another story. Getting a grip on Percy’s leash, he tugged the dog away from Florian, standing himself up, clearing his throat. “It’s…er…been a while, hasn’t it?” What the hell was he doing? That was no way to start a conversation. This was his former best friend, not some businessman he’d met at some family gathering. “So…what have you been doing since I saw you last?”

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Florian's expression softened a little at the reassuring motion.

"As soon as possible," he stated firmly, with a sharp nod, "I mean, ideally right now..."

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✝ a confession from my muse to yours  

"I want to do bad things to you." 

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"If you're going to be like that, I'll just go with Rose," the boy folded his arms, shooting a glare up at Nate. He just wanted a little moral support, he didn't need teasing.

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✝ a confession from my muse to yours  

"I want to do bad things to you." 

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Send me a ♂ and a question and my muse's father will answer it.

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What's a bad habit you could see my character having?

Do they bite their nails? Do they tap their foot? Do they lick their lips? Do they twiddle their thumbs? Do they click their pen? Do they chew their cheek? Do they talk under their breath? Do they roll their eyes…

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Word association game: send my muse a word and they will respond with the first word that comes to their mind.

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Send "I’m in love with you." to see how my muse reacts.

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Send me 'pinned' and my character will react to yours pinning them against the wall

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calming starter sentences

"Its okay, I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I love you."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"Just breathe."

"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

"You're everything to me."

"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You don't have to be alone."

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Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

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"I know that, I'm not an imbecile, Nathaniel," Florian scowled a moment, before his face fell to a concerned frown, "Though I'm not sure what I should say to her... Would you come with me?"

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✝ a confession from my muse to yours  

"I want to do bad things to you." 

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As the years had gone by, Florian had become more reclusive. He'd begun learning to take over his father's company and what little time he had was spent either alone or trying to reconcile his friendship with Elle. He had meant many times to make visits to the Earl Trancy, but it just seemed to get put off further and further, until he assumed that Alois must no longer think him a good friend, and would more likely be angry than anything else to see him again. And he knew very well that this was cowardice on his part, but he told himself that he had more important things to focus on.

And now he was twenty-two, an adult of high society, working closely with his father in the Delaroche family business. Rose was still ever at his side, and somehow didn't appear to have aged a day since she was first assigned to be his handservant, but he didn't mind much. It was she that kept him sane and healthy, stopping him from over-working or stressing himself.

It was at her suggestion, in fact, that he had made a visit to the local park. While it was coming to the end of the summer, there was still some sunshine and warmth left, and he found his stroll to be pleasant. That was, until he found his leg suddenly being besieged by a small dog. After being forced many times to care for multiple awful bichon frisés belonging to his aunt, he had taken a strong dislike to small dogs, but he remained polite and faked a smile all the same.

"It's quite alright, dogs are social animals after a-" he stopped as he was interrupted with his own name. He looked up at the other and almost stumbled back in surprise. "Alois? Earl Alois Trancy? Good lord..."

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ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

Alois had been busier than ever the past week. Now that he was older, the workload only became more intense. Changing and altering crime scenes, keeping Her Majesty and the public calm in light of violent crimes. It was a good amount of work for just one man.  But he’d given himself the day off, choosing instead to venture around the local park to relax.  With Perseus on the leash, the pair took a seat in the middle of the park, occupying a bench for the both of them. 

But while Alois was relaxing, Perseus was wound up. His tail had begun to wag wildly, tugging against the restraints of his leash. “Calm down, Percy, you can’t chase any squirrels.” The mutt wasn’t having his master’s orders, however. He tugged against the leash so hard that it slipped from Alois’ hands. The dog went flying, jumping onto the leg of a nearby man, barking at him familiarly. Mortified, the Earl  chased after him, prying the dog from the man’s leg. “I’m so sorry, sir. I don’t know what’s gotten into h…..” His words trailed off, ice colored eyes frozen on the figure in front of him. “F….Florian?”

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"It feels like it's been far longer than that..." Florian murmured, glancing downwards, "I... I want to see her. I don't really like to admit it but... I've missed her."

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✝ a confession from my muse to yours  

"I want to do bad things to you." 

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"A... a brothel... are... are you sure?"

"She was in... a place like that for so many years?"

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✝ a confession from my muse to yours  

"I want to do bad things to you." 

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"Nathaniel, I haven’t seen her in so long."

"Tell me where she was!"

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✝ a confession from my muse to yours  

"I want to do bad things to you."