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[lyriccl]

Her eyes still brimmed with curiosity. This mysterious man seemed apprehensive about his words and actions... Scared, even. Emma wondered what could have prompted this bizarre gentleman to be here.

"Your home?" His clothing, though dirty, looked very fancy and distinct. And his way of speaking was formal too. Emma wondered idly if he was a lost noble from some nearby territory, but then he spoke his name and title.

Prince of Frostflow...?

"Wow... That's a long way from home." Her brow furrowed, sympathy clear in her tone. That aside, what in the world is a prince doing here, in this secluded forest miles and miles away from even the border of his kingdom? And alone at that?

She didn't hear anyone else, but Emma pondered if she should be on edge regardless. "Are... are you in danger or something?"

he blinked , what a strange woman , playing music alone in the forest like this , taking notes and talking to herself it seemed . when she found his presence , she didn't seem to bewildered about his arm . he previously assumed the first person he came into contact with would be appalled and try to chase him away . she did not seem to be as shocked .

" I've had plenty of excitement this day . . . too much so , in fact , " the lighter tone of his voice and the distance he kept while holding his hands waist high and open to show he was not a threat to her . " I believe I am lost . . . and I believe something has happened to my home . "

How much could he even tell her ? Would she believe his story of a curse and a sorceress ? That witch . . . what had she done ? These questions had been swirling about in his head ever since she noticed his approach , it caused him to forget any manners he had learned through royalty . clearing his throat , the long haired blonde set the geode-like left arm behind his back , bowing slightly to her , " I-I am Borealis Iniija , prince to Frostflow - "

[arc-knights]

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[morax-lapis]

|| I'm retiring (literally haha)

it's been a while and I just don't feel it anymore. Everyday I wake up I desperately want to believe I can write with people again but it won't happen. I can put in all the effort I want , but I am just not as interesting as I use to be. Asks go unanswered. Prompts generate no response. Open starters are left to sit. Maybe I don't try hard enough and of course I respect people are busy. I can be too. It all just demotivated me into the ground so I will probably be giving all my blogs on tumblr a permanent hiatus if I don't delete them. You CAN still find me on my OC/Art blog @snowghcst or if you'd like to add me on discord I am tyguy5560, I'd be more than happy to write there on a more personal level.

I just can't do the public rp scene anymore. People have grown past me and I've fallen behind. I'm sorry for anyone who just followed me here, and I appreciate the people who did at least make attempts. Thank you guys.

[exiled-sorceress]

Cold Reunion (Closed)

It was disappointing how little Hisui went to a proper hero gym to train with her personal trainer. Most of the time she would blow off the booked sessions in favour of sleep. But today she had her yearly strength and endurance test (something she thought she didn’t need) so not going wasn’t an option. Arriving earlier in the day to miss the press she would get her testing done and would finally leave after a few long hours. 

Changed into her street clothing, she would walk past the press being able to fly under the radar thanks to her already not being in the media due to her being underground. Sighing as she would get a few feet away she would pull out her phone and adjust her bag to sit comfortably when she heard a scream to pull her attention. Quickly putting her phone away and putting in the small ear piece that she used to communicate she would sprint to the area of the scream. Even if she was off duty, she would still be expected to respond given her status as a hero.

@snowghcst

[talesofruneterra]

The snowfall was harsh this night. Most had already retired to their tents, seeking the warmth of furs and fires. It was not out of comfort, but necessity, lest the people of the Winter’s Claw succumb to the winter... But Vrynna needed no shelter. She braved the cold alone, searching for the figure she was sure she’d seen moving through the snow. In all likelihood the blizzard would claim them, but if they were an enemy scout hoping to use the storm as an ambush, she needed to find them and make certain...

@snowghcst

[ncumenia-archived]

|| continuing from 🌒 || || @snowghcst ||

«I had, indeed. Have you, young man...?»

Crossing her arms close to her bosom as she slowly tapped her foot on the ground, she created a shadow clone of herself behind the Freljordian, who immediately hugged him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

«Regardless of your answer, we have prepared a few goods for you, Bori! You shouldn’t wander with an empty stomach!»

“No, you shouldn’t!”

The shadow clone parroted, pouting a little as she grabbed his human arm, followed by the Lunari who grabbed his icy one, both hellbent on taking him with them to eat a decent meal.

[sparrowofthesands]

@snowghcst

"It is very difficult to remove all the sand from oneself. It gets everywhere!"

[modestmuses-a]

@snowghcst​ | continued from here

Akali had arrived on a mission, summoned by the man’s family, and it looks as though she arrived in the nick of time.  She grabs hold of the amplifier and lifts it, freeing it from its prison between the door and the wall.

Then, she turns to the man with a quirked eyebrow and easy smile and says, “I’m...?”  The shock on his face makes it plenty evident what he wants to say, but she’s not in the business of putting words in people’s mouths.

Adjusting her grip on the amp as it starts to slip slightly, she asks, “Where do you want it, huh?  Hopin’ to put it down sometime before Christmas.”

[silvestreaelurus]

@snowghcst

squints.

Wiggles her nose.

[a-la-mort]

𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖚𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖘

@snowghcst

Mortal?

Not he?

Her appearance was very strange but he’d perhaps seen strange before… but her aura, the survivors sixth sense in his mind and gut screamed danger – he was quite on edge around whoever this was, taking a step back, “ who are you…? ”

She noticed his hesitance, how could she not... The entity could not blame him for it, nor did she plan to; were she in his shoes, she’d do the same. What irony, when men ran to her for succor, now they fled from her out of fear of malevolence...

❝ Nobody you should be afraid of, child. Though, if you must know, many refer to me as Aumia. ❞

She smiled faintly, the candelabrum she held never losing its flames, even as the cold wind hit them.

❝ There is no need for fear. As I previously said, you aren’t the one I am after. ❞

[ladybuvelle]

hands her one ice cream cone .

“....?”

She has no idea what she’s looking at. Or why she’s being offered it.

[arc-knights]

|| HELLO EVERYONE ! if you are enjoying my shitty art inc. , please by all means feel free to follow me at my OC/main art blog @snowghcst ! You'll find lots of neat things , I guess ! OK BYE

[sacredtempest]

continued from here @snowghcst

Janna’s eyes softened at his manner and words. She would not turn him away. 

“I do not know the way your storm rages, but...I will help however I can.“

Her words turned slightly teasing and she couldn’t help her smile. “You seem quite proficient in speaking with strangers if your approaching of me is any indicator.” 

[exiled-sorceress]

[ obsidian ]

memory prompts

The rain showered the pavement as the hero Falling Blossom would scream on her hands and knees into the ground with her quirk grabbing anything around her and lifting it. Her best friend, her childhood friend, was missing. They had just graduated as full heroes and Hisui wanted to be doing this with her friend. Being alone without Borealis wasn’t an option.

The day had started normally for the hero, but it felt off and she didn’t like it. Taking her time she would shower and get ready for her patrol that night. Slipping into her costume and doing her hair and makeup she would wonder why Borealis hadn’t texted her letting her know that he was doing alright and to wish her luck on her patrol. They had only been graduated for about six months at this point and were both enjoying being heroes fully.

Maybe he had lost track of time or his phone was just off. That was probably what was going on. There was no reason to worry about the blond who worked during the day with other daytime heroes. If anything she was the one that was worried about more since she had gone underground and worked in the dark parts of hero society.

Sighing she would get up, grabbing her bag and phone she would make her way out of her small, almost empty, apartment. Out to start her patrol and be a professional hero!

It would be days later when she would get a call from the Tokyo police requesting that she come to the station closest to her. Maybe they had a case for her to work on? Hisui had requested to be trained in investigations and how to pick apart a crime scene so maybe they were going to start that now that she had proven she wasn’t going to be a leak to criminals. So getting dressed in her civilian clothing and taking her bag with everything she would make her way to the nearest station.

But she would be greeted by a few detectives, who wanted to ask her questions in a small back room. Questions about her best friend. What she knew about his routine, what he did on his days off, did he have a family, and finally when did he last contact her.

Answering the questions, she would wonder about what was going on. Bori was fine. He went on patrol then would go home for the night, maybe pick up food if he wanted to make something specific. On his days off he would train and occasionally spar with Jade if they had a shared day off. He had a family but they were long gone at this point and the ones still around didn’t seem to make an effort as far as Hisui understood. Then the final question hit her.

“When did he last contact you?” It shot like a bullet.

She remained silent, thinking about when he last texted and called her, that was over two weeks ago. She hadn’t noticed. “Two weeks ago…” She trailed off as she felt the world begin to crash around her. Fiddling with her bracelet that they had both chosen for each other to symbolize being friends for so long. It was all she had left of him now.

“Thank you Hisui. We’ll inform you if anything changes or if Borealis turns up.”

Her legs were like weighted beams as she would stand and walk out, her head filling with fog, eyes distant. She wouldn’t talk, as she would leave the station. It felt like the world was staring at her, moving ten times faster than she was. Only when she would feel the cold rain hit her face she would fall to her knees and hands and break down.

Tears would flood her eyes, she would begin to scream as she felt emotion flood into her. As she would scream she would begin to lose control of her quirk. Grabbing objects and ripping them from the ground and into the air Jade wouldn’t notice as she would scream and cry. Her rock was gone, her best friend was now missing. The world was falling apart in front of her and she couldn’t be the hero to fix it.

But then the world went calm, the objects her quirk had taken fell to the ground followed by Jade. Her quirk had been stopped thanks to the quick thoughts and the coincidence of another hero being in the station at the same time as her.

Her world went black, and she would only wake in the hospital what seemed to be days later.

Heavily sedated, exhausted she would stare at the ceiling trying to figure out what happened. But she knew one thing. Her best friend was missing and she had to find him. Even if it cost her life.

[the-shadows-angel-archived]

FF+ a cake 🤣

SEND ME “FF+” AND A CHARACTER NAME AND MY CHARACTER WILL REACT TO FINDING AND READING A GRAPHIC AND SEX-FILLED FANFICTION OF THEMSELVES AND THAT CHARACTER.

The angel stared blankly at the book, and before she even bothered to look further, tossed it into the fireplace. 

“Idiots.” 

[ncumenia-archived]

|| continuing from 🌒 ||

|| @snowghcst ||

«Humpf...!»

Pouting as she rubbed the tip of her nose on his, the woman gave him a quick peck on his lips before embracing him, taking a deep sigh as she snuggled on the warmth his body emanated.

«I need to talk to you, Bori...!»