#kyffhausr

[monmuses]

kyffhausr asked: [ FOUND. ]   the sender found the receiver somewhere after a full moon, and decides to take care of them @ Bigby - what a strange little human..or not! ; ―  WEREWOLF STARTER PROMPTS .

"Don't touch me," snarled the beast, fur raising up on his back. The wolf had under-went a dangerous task of a fight that he considered in poor taste. Part of him felt his own personal pride tainted to find himself in this mess of pain that angered him so much. To find somebody who pitied him. It wasn't the case specifically, but to Bigby, it felt as such.

And with such pain angered him like how it always did. Somebody as kind and generous as ASGORE was... rare.

"...why must you be so kind to me? A beast like me can lick my damn wounds alone," he grumbled. "And I prefer it that way."

[wolfvirago]

❝unclench your jaw. you’re going to grind your teeth down into nothing.❞

𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 ( 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐆𝐎 ) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 [accepting] [x]

A long, shuddering exhale filters through her nose, nostrils flaring. It would be entirely too easy to ignore the king's advice. Just to spite him. Inflict her own pain and frustration on someone, even if he hadn't done anything to deserve it.

It wasn't his fault she had fallen down. It wasn't his fault that a hole had opened in the mountains of the Lost Woods, deep in the never ending abyss of trees, mists and demons.

"At least if I ground these fangs down, I would seem human." Robin muttered, even though it hurt. Tears pricked at her stubborn eyes, fists clenched at her sides.

The thousands of golden flowers around them make her nose ache from the sweet scent, dizzying in aroma. It's too much.

@kyffhausr

[peculiarbeauty]

SHE HAS BEEN CRYING all morning with little hope of ever finding her father. what horrors had her father seen down here , she wonders ? hopefully they were not on par with her own. still , she remains vigilant to be kind to strangers. not all who crossed her path were unkind. most were just curious. her own inquisitiveness could be a curse just as much as a blessing , for she managed to cut through corners. a small mislead of words could potentially mean she would find her papa , so she was okay with taking that chance. guilt will follow her later. belle was not a liar; nor would she want to adopt that behavior.

she looks upon a dark castle. beauty captivates the palace , but a dark shadow seems to loom over it as if there are no other residents but one. intrigued , belle attempts to look for a way within.

something .. or someone is watching. do they know of her presence ? she has heard stories. many people warned her , including a most beloved motherly figure she had come to know about straying too far from the safe path. ( but safety will not bring her papa back .. ) she can only persevere. belle had not known the comfort of a mother's words in some time. since she was just a child for that matter. it was especially hard to stray from the one named toriel.

" hello-ooo ? " soft words carry , opening large doors that seemed to not have been opened by guests in some time. " i- .. i'm sorry if i am intruding --- " belle continues , taking a wary step within. perhaps there is hope that someone might come from the shadows to greet her. perhaps toriel or her papa.

" is anyone here ? please , i promise i mean no harm. i'm a human , a lost one ! i.. i'm looking for my father. "

starter for: @kyffhausr

[charadrxxmxrr]

: ))

>a h . . .

>It’s Mr Da ASGORE . . . KING OF THE MONSTERS. >3500 HP. > 80 ATK 80 DEF >he loves you as much as he loves Asriel. >. . . And yet. >Why can’t you look at him?

Their head dips low when Asgore smiles at you. Their cheeks feel hot and red, and they can’t seem to meet his eyes. . . . Still, he waits patiently.

(As patiently as he always does.)

— finally, Chara looks up. Their cheeks are ruddier than usual, and it takes a moment for them to gather up the courage to speak.

“. . . Greetings.”

>there seems to be a leak in this room. Your cheeks are wet.

[rejectedownroyalty]

"I-I saw it first! I-It's mine! " she yells , ( there is nothing of a threat behind her words. , she was nothing compared to the others larger size ) And even though the weapon is pulled , her small pin sword would result in nothing more than a pin prick.

@kyffhausr ( starter call --- accepting )

[royalreef]

@kyffhausr inquired: “ I believe I’m quite overdue to pay you a visit, dear piscine.” A warm smile in regards, and he politely takes to a knee. One part mannerisms and the other to at least halve his looming height. “ And may I say your claws and gills are twice as sharp and as full as ever! In good health I presume!” // hiii hiiii it’s been ten years hiiiiii

The smile is returned in equal measure — not too much, not too little. Just the appropriate quirk of her lips, the correct angle of approach, not showing her teeth but letting the ends of her mouth creep ever closer to the mass of fine, fuzzy frills that perched over her cheeks and clouded the end of her jaw, obscuring and constructing, in equal measure, the base of her fins. Now, more than ever, it feels alien on her face, mismatched to the rest of her and improperly inhabited, like a seed that just hadn't taken root.

Of course, it is still perfect. Her sensibilities don't betray her yet, which is good, because she was trained for this and given the exact tools she would need for a situation like this. The smile is one. It isn't hers, but it is soft and warm and invokes a ray of sunshine, a beckoning warmth inviting another to lay down within it, to blanket themselves in the golden light and be consumed by it. She is a master of her craft, immaculate in all of her fine details, and when she smiles and lifts her hand for the proper greeting granted to a visiting dignitary, she fits every definition that could be leveled at her. Crown Princess Miranda Vanderbilt is something out of a dream or a fairytale, and her reputation precedes her.

"And I believe you are making up for lost time in flattery, my darling leonine." She tilts her head, nodding, agreement for the pleasantries at hand. This is not an insult — cheeky, at worst, combined with the smile to slide it towards something endearing, a sweet little if-you-know-what-I-mean whispered in the ear, the currency of her title. It's doled out, dealt well by her hand, exchanged and brokered, and she follows this dance along to every last dotted i and crossed t.

"You have good taste, and I would expect nothing less from yourself. Is that a new horn polish I spot? It catches the light rather well, and truly accentuates what you have done with your mane.

But, surely, you have not merely come by to swap fashion tips?"

[aslyfcx]

@kyffhausr sent: “Why don’t you correct them? When people talk about you, and they’re wrong?”

first impression sentence starters (accepting)

Nick gave a small shrug, "That's the issue...I'd rather not correct them when in return, all they give me in return is backlash and saying that I'm wrong and that they're right." He snorted softly.

"Besides, it's best to let them believe what they think is right and it would be funny to see them realize that they've been wrong the whole time and that I was right all along."

[sillymuses]

@kyffhausr

"I think I need to sit down. This is a lot of information to unpack! All I wanted was to do a bit of underwater exploration! I didn't think I'd uncover all of...this!" It's so much to unpack that she can feel a slight headache coming on.

[trencri]

@kyffhausr arrived at the station !      ⊵ “How about I make you something to drink, and you can tell me about it?” There’s a hot cup of golden flower tea with their name on it…! * soft , comforting vibe / / ACCEPTING !

➸    ―      ❛    Is    there    an    option    called    : ' I    have    something    to    drink    and    don't    talk    about    it '     ? Because    that    sounds    better.    ��        

[braveparanoiac]

❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ starter prompt, sent by @kyffhausr

Ford leaped in the air as he was forcibly pulled from his focus on his journal, quickly turning his head to the person that called out to him. He had not intended to commit this crime again - breaking and entering, that is. Castles should put up a sign saying they're not ruins left behind by history, and that there is some strange oddity occupying them. Ford would've knocked and asked to study the home, instead of just wandering in whichever place had an anomaly reading. ...There's a more pressing issue. Yes, you can say Ford is in the wrong, but even if he tried to be more civil, he can only imagine how the other would react. Is he in danger? Will this creature - er, person - hurt him? The fluffy, caped man seems kind enough despite Ford's unlawful entry. But one can never be too sure.

Stanford took a wary step back, slowly closing his journal and putting it inside of his coat. Briefly, his gun at his side is revealed. "...I apologize," he said, voice low, "I was not aware this area was uninhabited." Which... is the truth. He is sorry for barging in, and he truly didn't know. "I was admiring the scenery here. Have quite the garden inside of this... castle, is it?" It's a large room with a throne. It's... probably a castle? Or at the very least a throne room for the king. And, judging by the appearance of the other, he's found who the throne is for. Now, is the kindness in the king's eyes genuine, or is it just an act? Can he lower his guard, or is he going to need to create an escape plan?