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everything's going here tho
KISS THE EARTH ( storage & writing )
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[size=7pt]kos' ssm from here
1. ❛ I’m sorry to have deceived you so much, but that’s how life is. ❜
2. ❛ I’ve missed you terribly. ❜
3. ❛ Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again. ❜
4. ❛ What’s so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own. ❜
5. ❛ Don’t touch me; I’ll die if you touch me. ❜
6. ❛ You took advantage of my disadvantage. ❜
7. ❛ I walk in a maze I cannot get out of. ❜
8. ❛ Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses. ❜
9. ❛ Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me. ❜
10. ❛ There is no harm in smiling. ❜
11. ❛ There is no point in staying here. There is no point in staying anywhere. ❜
12. ❛ I am so tired of being cynical. ❜
13. ❛ Come to live with me, and die with me, and everything with me. ❜
14. ❛ I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else. ❜
[/size][spoiler=`✧ RAW FANGS SINK, FLESH OF FRUIT][size=7pt]spider's ssm from here
1. ❝hello, i’m [name], and i’m completely available.❞
2. ❝i never wanted any of this to happen to you.❞
3. ❝whatever it takes, isn’t that what you said?❞
4. ❝i’d give up so much to have another chance.❞
5. ❝you think i wanted all this?!❞
6. ❝i made mistakes.. and i can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞
7. ❝you made mistakes.. and you can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞
8. ❝stay the night. please.❞
9. ❝well, well. my night just got better.❞
10. ❝don’t look at me like that.❞
11. ❝if you shut up people might actually think you’re smart.❞
12. ❝shame. i kind of liked you.❞
13. ❝i didn’t realize i needed your permission.❞
14. ❝everyone i’ve loved has either died or left me and i’ll be damned if you name is added to that list.❞
15. ❝no one needs to know.❞
[/spoiler][spoiler=`. OF THUNDER, IN MY EARS][size=7pt]evening's ssm from here[/spoiler]
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[font=georgia]but you've got your demons
and she's got her regrets[/fancypost]*idk what this is
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[font=georgia]i got my heart right here
i got my scars right here[/fancypost]*^^^
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[align=center][size=7pt]all opinions are ic
updated 1/02[hr][size=7pt]
IN GENERAL
★ kos / kosm morn — uses both she/her & they/them pronouns — no known nicknames — physically: 18 months, mentally: generations worth
★ aromantic asexual — generation 1 — single
★ / — no titles — no unofficial titles — true neutral
★ character is based on both bloodborne & dishonored continuitiesAPPEARANCE ( x )
— kos appears otherworldly and peculiar; not quite a hellhound (or dire wolf in this case), the lupine is larger than average with muscle to spare, with dark grey fur seeping with shrouds of shadows and stars, and appearing translucent if approached within her personal range. there's small crow feathers scattered upon her body, although it is thought to be a decoration choice. upon her face is a bandage of sorts that covers her eyes: it's bloody and worn, yet kos refuses to change it. it's unknown whether or not her eyes are still there, or if she has more than two eyes, but that too will remain a mystery. oddly enough, there's an odd sickly glow illuminating from beneath that glows at random times, which hints at the possibility that her eyes are there. she can still 'see' in a sense, with heightened perception; some starry substance seeps beneath the wraps, not tears, but not something usual either. runes are ingrained on her body, although whatever purpose this serves is known only to kos. in a sum up, kos is a mystery, even to herself at times.
— tv tropes: Hidden Eyes, Creepy Good, Aloof Ally, Sickly White Glow, Tears of BloodINTERACTION
★ physically: hard, mentally: hard
★ doesn't usually start fights | will hold her ground | will show mercy
★ attack in UPPERCASE BOLDED BLACK
★ friendship is hard to gain, but proves steadfast & loyal if one earns it
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[li]slightly based on cole from da:i, slightly off of my own ideas?[/li]
[li]was an active character, like months ago[/li]
[li]amnesiac & spirit | she/they pronouns[/li]
[li]aro/ace b/c she feels no attraction towards any gender[/li]
[li]body inhabited turns out not to be hers; original body was killed?[/li]
[li]real sweet, but suffers from insomnia, etc.[/li]
[li]LOVES FLOWERS BUT MAY BE ALLERGIC TO THEM IDK / ONE TRUE LOVE[/li]
[li]an emotion spirit; purpose is to help, although she is not aware of this[/li]cinnamon roll / real old example wrote:Faint memories, lost, nearly gone but somewhat there. She remembers rising, yes, and 'lostboy' repeating itself in the corners of her mind. She doesn't know where her family is, nor what they look like. Did they abandon me? Did they? Her mind is still whirring from awakening, and only 'lostboy' comforted her. Questions plagued her and her breath quickened. Oh no, no, no. What now? Was she to find solace until her memory was better? Nobody left directions and this worries her terribly. Where to? With dainty paws, the feline then padded forward, confused and trying to get an idea of where she was. Her mind began to wander once again. Trees hanging, appearing to weep, surrounded her. The sound of bubbling brooks hit her ears . . . fish? She paused and looked down at her paws, where indeed she now noticed they were wet from standing within the stream. "What?" she murmured. How didn't she notice? With a shaky sigh, the feline continued on to her destination, until she came to Riverclan's borders. Instead of sitting, however, she would pace back in forth, her head low as if she was focusing on and inspecting the ground beneath.
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She stops and yellow orbs focuses on the stranger. Lost? How does he . . . no matter. Surprise and excitement is upon her face by seeing another feline, but it falls quickly as it is shown. Her voice falters with hesitancy, but she finds it and booms, "You!" She is taken aback by her unexpected loudness and she flattens her ears to her cranium. 'Sorry' almost leaves her lips, but instead she looks around at the area surrounding them. "Do you know where I am?" Questions, questions. That's all she could provide. When she finally hears what he says, she gives a nod of her head. Lost; she remembers few, knows nothing, hopes she will regain them. But her eyes narrow as she begins to really watch him, and she tilts her head to better observe him. The pale tabby then began to go into one of her long-winded evaluations, "I see walking, but from where? Your body begs for rest and yet you continue." First impressions and appearances were very important to her, and such odd phrases came out of her mouth effortlessly. She only hoped Cherry caught her meaning.
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i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire / some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense //bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art— // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do I love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty,// i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.
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i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire / some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art— // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do I love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty,// i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.
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+ plots go to their respective players
+ huge wip
+ creatures are hybrids; kos is a raven/dire wolf/hellhound mix thingythe fallen prince
an important character within Kos/m's narrative, and she as equally in his, the prince has fled their homeland and the life of luxury and jewels after killing his elder sibling for the throne. after that plot was abruptly ended by the involvement of the personal guards, the prince enters this dimension to seek recompense, solitude, or just for his own amusement at toying with the reigning royalty. an intelligent individual, he is well aware of Kos being sent to collect him and leads her onto a wild goose chase that leaves them with only one choice in the long run: death.
[li]maybe they have a character bond after some ritual?[/li]
[li]the prince is a foil to kos, and kos is a foil to him / while she evolves around shadows and stars, he evolves around light (ironic) and smoke[/li]
[li]maybe he left illegitimate children scattered around the homeland, but his own sexuality is a huge ass mystery [/li]the old friend
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