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  • BLIZZARDCLAN CHATTING/PLOTTING THREAD

    She could show him her magic since he's still getting used to dragons n whatnot so he'd be flippin out or maybe she could like.. sense??.. that he has powers and teach him how to use them


    Edit;; yeeeuppp wat primo said
    Also duuude if you have any like tips related to culture or traditions or anything lemme know because I'm relying 100% on google and five hours related to one subject (for instance finding out all the info on Korean names took me like two hours bc I'm paranoid)
    And ye I'll pm you
    Oh oh it's boss I mean it's probably cruddy to a lot of people but I love princess tutu

  • to see him obviously framed - open

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    Tell you the truth I prefer the worst of you
    Too bad you had to have a better half - tags

    "Yuki-Onna?" He whispered to himself, "is that not the ghost woman from Japanese folklore? Oh, you know, the ice woman who tricked men? Well, regardless it's a beautiful name." The only reason he knew of the story was from a couple camping somewhere. He had been testing and then the man began whispering to his wife, acting spooky. Jang-Hwa had found the story interesting and even a bit chilling. Lord, how had he even remembered something like that? Sure he could barely remember how old he was yet some strange story was as clear as a photo. If that didn't make him a mess he didn't know what would.


    With a surprised bark he stiffened, only relaxing when Gingerbread let go and instead nestled into his chest. Children, what could you do? They had so much energy it was simply impossible to scold them for it. He chuckled at the mistake, "Jang-Hwa, not Chang-wow. Does my name really sound like Chang-wow?" His expression changed to playful disappoint only to light back up. "But yes, there's no possible way I could forget you. Not after that tackle anyways."


    He glanced down at his paws instinctively. To be honest they still felt like shit and he still had to wear the bandages, but it wasn't like he could say that. "Oh yeah, I just need the bandages on just in case," he rolled his eyes slightly, looking annoyed for a second. At the remark about traveling he simply nodded, having nothing to add because he had walked for a long ass time. "South Korea which is in a whole 'nother continent. Kind of, the continent's are connected actually, just considered separate. Still a long way though." He'd learned that bit while on a ferry so who knew if it was even true.

  • GUILLOTINE && OPEN, ROYALTY AU

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    Kim was both proud and irritated by his heritage at the moment, or more irritated by the reactions. Wearing a black and blue hanbok he was most definitely one of the more unique guests. Of course he was also korean while the rest seemed to be European, which was expected yet still bothersome. The quick glances and pointed fingers was enough to get under his skin. Was having no manners some sort of trend, or was it that everyone had to whisper something about his appearance? He had already heard one of the younger servants boldly ask why his eyes were so small. Why was he wearing such odd attire, why was his skin color the same as the lower class, did the man not speak English, was he uncivilized? The assumption of his intelligence and morality based solely on his heritage was absolutely maddening. Yet he had to keep in mind most if not all of them had never seen a Korean man so closely.


    With poise he stepped toward Stuart before bowing his head ever so slightly. This was his celebration and really the only reason Kim had come so his first priority was to be noticed. Perhaps make some deals, leave a good impression for his emperor. His dark eyes looked down at the woman also greeting Stuart. How would he introduce himself? "Kim Jang-Hwa," his voice was strong and proud, "prince of the kim dynasty." Unfortunately his English was limited and therefore he decided to keep it simple. His father ought to have been the one here not him anyways so why even try and flourish anything?