#snaketraits

[isolaradiale]

Hello may I please reapply as Ayame Sohma from Fruits Basket?

Welcome back!

You'll be staying in CONDO 405.

You'll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

– mod maia

[ratbound]

@snaketraits

– Your sleep schedule has been nothing short of erratic lately, with fall soon approaching, and your entrance exam with it. You’re studying as if you’re waiting to be denied, when really it’s more of a placement exam to assess what grade you’ll be in. So you’ve taken to forfeiting a few hours of sleep fairly often, despite being worse off for doing so. It’s completely backwards, but you figure if you’re awake at two am anyway, you may as well try doing laundry too. 

You walk downstairs to get started, not bothering to turn on the lights before you arrive at the washer and dryer. You don’t want to wake up Gumi, or Flannel. However, fate has other plans in store for the peacefulness of the house. No sooner than you pick up the bottle of detergent and move to turn on the light, you notice a shadowy figure descending from the window. 

Your eyes widen. You don’t hesitate for a moment. You weaponize the detergent immediately, throwing it directly at the intruder to stun them. You only lower your fists as you realize you know the shape of the intruder. A braid. 

“Ayame?” you’re actually going to kill him. You’re going to kill him with a bottle of tide, then skin him to make a whimsical little snakeskin boot. Your whisper is dripping with poison.

“I can’t believe you- why are you sneaking into my house?! Other people who aren’t used to this kind of thing live here, you know!” 

You almost continue to whisper-shout at him, but then you realize something. The fourth bedroom has always been occupied. But you’ve never once met its occupant. Not even once. Your eyes widen. 

“...” You pause. “Tell me the truth.”

[mogetafanboy]

@snaketraits

     👑|   It was pure happenstance that Mutsuki caught his uncle’s striking, unmistakable reflection in one of the Coates Ward boutique windows. He’d recognise that flashy fashion sense and confident sashay anywhere without shadow of a doubt. Heart hammering out of his chest, Mutsuki had thrown himself inside the store and darted straight for the older Sohma, lest he lose sight of him altogether.

❝  Uncle Aya!  ❞ 

Thank God, it really was him. A reliable, trustworthy adult in these profoundly bewildering times.

❝  You have no idea how relieved I am to see you, are my parents here too? Or Chizuru and Hibika?  ❞

[archive-itwasjustanapple]

Snek Bois

@snaketraits

Because Crowley is a demon, where Aziraphale can sense love, Crowley can sense things like hate and curses, from a mile off. The owner of this curse isn’t a mile off though, he’s right across the street. And his curse is especially interesting to Crowley, being the Serpent of Eden and all.

And Crowley isn’t one to resist temptation, so he readily gives in to his curiosity and saunters up to the fella. 

“So whaddya do to get a curse like that?”

He crosses his arms and leans on a nearby door frame, grinning. In a rare gesture, he peers over his sunglasses, revealing his yellow snake eyes. It can be fun, of course, to reveal them to unsuspecting people and watch them stutter to a halt, but it gets tiresome after a while. He has a feeling this guy won’t mind them much, you know being cursed to turn into a snake himself and all.

[imprecationed]

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

“You don’t have to do this, really- but, I do appreciate it. Did I already say thank you? I think I might have.” She does this a lot, chatting away while Ayame fusses with pins and fabric and all sorts of things she’s never had the patience for. “It’s really nice of you to keep doing this, I’m not sure how to make up for it.”

[stallionsoul]

✪

Send ✪ for my character to reveal how they feel about yours. | accepting

❖   POSITIVE.

I think you’re awesome ��� I like you ║ I want to go on a date with you ║  I love you ║ You’re cute/handsome ║ I want to marry you ║ You’re attractive ║ I wish we could spend more time together! ║ I’d like to get to know you better ║ I admire you ║ You’re someone that I look up to ║ You’re very kind ║ I consider us friends ║ I secretly have a crush on you ║ I have high respect for you ║ We have common interests ║ I’m happy that I met you

❖   NEGATIVE.

I feel uncomfortable around you ║ You’re bothersome ║ I never want to speak to you again ║ I dislike you ║ I loathe you ║ I’m envious of you ║ I’m worried about you ║ We don’t get along well ║ You’re the worst kind of person ║ You get on my nerves ║ You’re annoying to me ║ We have nothing in common ║ I wish I had never met you ║ I wouldn’t date you if you were the last person alive ║ Not you again

[auricdirge]

✦  @snaketraits // dreamscape

          It’s strange interacting with himself like this, though more observing than interacting. Memories replayed like flipping through an album of faded polaroids, not necessarily forgotten, but some pushed back far enough in his mind that a gentle reminder is needed. Seeing a specific image or action or hearing certain words and suddenly it all comes back fondly, Giorno has noticed. There’s trepidation and healthy wariness, but no one the memories he’s seen have been his worst; it might not be much, but at least it makes the venture of whatever this is all the less stressful.

         This one too is a calmer sort: Napoli during the summer between his transition from lower to upper secondary. Giorno watches a younger him, whose hair is more blond than black at this point and still fairly short, figuring the exact schematics of his Stand. He’s carefully tucked away in the shade of an alleyway that no one will bother looking down, around him baubles of all sorts ranging from pebbles to broken hairclips sequestered away from his mother’s collection. Gold Experience is a barely there figure at his side, not yet fully realized but enough that Giorno knows his dream self is already devising a name.

         He watches a red rhinestone become a ladybug and a torn lira become a butterfly and broken chain become a garden snake twined between his fingers. The transformations are slow, not yet refined, but Giorno feels a surge of pride for himself knowing what he will be, knowing what he can be.  

          “I wonder if they’re doing this as a kindness.” He muses and can’t help but to do so. “The memories are nice, but this place is not entirely kind.”

[demiluci]

@snaketraits ♫      

   ❛ Another? ❜ 

Zan offers, tilting the bottle of bubbly, gold hued fluid over Ayame’s glass, perhaps a little too steeply as some leaks out and explodes in the bottom with a frothy splash.

   ❛ This is quite the uptown place you’ve picked for us, are you perhaps used to the finer things in life or are you in need of a pick me up? ❜

[demonmcngu-blog]

@snaketraits

Mangu watched as his snake looked over at the other, obviously intrigued. “....Huh. Haven’t seen them that entranced by someone else before.”

[ilbronco]

@snaketraits

The reply was met with a smile, and as his hand was taken Ayame tugged the other up carefully. With the jokes aside he looked over the man showing his concern. “Of course, what kind of heathen would let you lay flat on your face among the pavement?”

“Are you injured? Does anything hurt? I haven’t the slightest clue were we could find a clinic but I also wouldn’t mind helping with that if you need.”

Quite a few heathens I can think of … A fact Dino kept to himself , not bothering to search for additional scrapes and bruises as both had become permanent fixtures on the map of his body . A metallic tinge in his mouth signaled he may be victim of a bitten tongue , an injury barely worth noting , spitting a small mouthful of crimson bile to the side . 

❝ No , I’m all good . ❞

❝ ‘Could do with knowing where the nearest chemist is around here though , any idea ? ❞

[cujoh-not-kujo-blog]

-points to mirror- “That’s you!”

Shit I’ve said to my cat

That’s you!

“Woah! It looks amazing…!”

Jolyne admired the make up that Ayame did for her, the two had gone into a tangent about it and they both ended up doing look for each other. It had been such a long time since Jolyne was able to share her passion for it with someone, even if maybe he wasn’t quite as gung-ho about it as she was. Still, he had a penchant for it, Jolyne admiring herself in the small mirror presented.

“It’s totally more natural than I’m used to doing for myself, but I really like it! Thanks Ayame!”

[revenantress-blog]

A "quiet" evening walk.

Unspoken Fluff Starters

This place, albeit its unusual and somewhat stressful nature, is interesting to explore. Hands hidden in her sleeves, she toys with the pin that usually adorns her hair, looking somewhat distracted as she allows Ayame to chat about this or that in low tones. 

When it becomes too difficult to focus on the sounds and the sights, she clears her throat softly.

“Excuse me dear, can we take this next turn? Somewhere with quiet atmosphere would be desirable.” 

[ratbound]

@snaketraits  || mini-event: [ dreamscape ] ||

– You look just a little bit younger, maybe a little bit thinner than you are now, arms too small in shirts without sleeves. You’re covered in dirt, just an absolute mess of a human being as you plant things in your secret base. It’s a good memory. One that feels so long ago, buried under the many sweet memories to come. You didn’t know just how bright your world was going to be then, and it shows. There’s a light absent from your eyes through most of the process, and you were still intent on wearing gloves, not getting your hands dirty. 

You watch yourself for a few moments, hearing a footstep nearby. Your eyes widen as you notice Ayame coming through the tiny path to the base, and freeze only to relax a few moments later. Well. You suppose it doesn’t really matter if he knows where this version of it is, anymore. 

“Ah. I wondered how long I’d be here by myself,” you don’t mean the pun, really. But you are, quite literally, by yourself. Your brother is usually unflappable, but you still try to gauge if he’s even perturbed by this.

“Is this the first shared dream you’ve been in, or do you need me to explain what’s happening?” 

[isolaradiale]

Hello! I had to change the blog for Ayame from Fruits Basket, it's now snaketraits and was previously fashionhissta

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--Mod Lyra

[idealflames]

♕ - ; Well this day got a bit more involved. Percival had taken part in what looked to be a brief experiment.. standing on a platform and having a machine pick out a plant for him to grow in his home. It was.. gimmicky to say the least. But, he was at least amused to receive a colorful clay pot with what looked to be a sprout for a small strawberry plant. It was probably just a coincidence as he looked down at it, but it was something to keep him busy in the day to water and take care of. He was prepared to leave when someone interrupted him momentarily, getting very.. nosey about his particular plant. 

“ ... It’s a strawberry plant, nothing extravagantly different about it. Would you mind, though? I’m sure you have more important things at hand than discuss plants with me. “ 

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[imprecationed]

@snaketraits

It’s been a long while since she’s had a dress like this. There was prom, though she remembers that as a blurry haze of being embarrassed and hiding in the shadows while the friends she had at the time tried to keep her from leaving all together. That one had been a cream color, fluttery and filmy and something that she still wasn’t sure she had liked. It had been worthwhile. 

Nevertheless, this one, her costume for the party, is long and black and a gothic sort of dream that she’s never had before. Mostly, she had picked the costume out because she felt her hair would be easy to shape into the right style. Her worries are still there, and so, she’s still spending time with Ayame, kicking her feet and watching the skirt sway. 

“I still don’t know how I think about this. Don’t some people get padding to wear under form fitting dresses like this? I’d think it’d help the silhouette some.”