“ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғғɪᴄᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴋɪʀᴀᴍᴍᴀɴ. ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴏʀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ sʜᴜᴛ” ~ ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ ᴋɪʀᴀᴍᴍᴀɴ ~ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ~ ʟᴇsʙɪᴀɴ ~ sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ ~ ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

a woman in a military uniform says i am a decorated officer leader of house kiramman

ALT: a woman in a military uniform says i am a decorated officer leader of house kiramman

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☽ ° ⊰[[OOC]]⊱ ° ☾ [[ Steb struggling already mute but feeling extra nonverbal & doesn’t know how to communicate it. ]] [[ written words, sign, even thinking words is just too much, shutting down, withdrawing, focusing on something physical & mindless. That’s it, that’s all. ]]

Opening the door to the shop, propping it open to sweep more dirt & dust outside when he hears a strange little click. Looking up to blink at a colorful... oddly familiar contraption about the size of his fist.

Volunteering at the little music shop he liked before. He saw a 'help needed' sign & thought he'd keep himself busy for a few days. Dressed in the shop's signature cozy attire & soft brown half apron with a name tag, broom in hand, he's chasing the dirt out after fixing a damaged ceiling panel.

ᵗⁱⁿʸ ᵐᵘᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵒʷˡ.

Pinned little elfin ears. Tugging his blanket back up over his head.

Bleary eyed, hair a mess, twisted up at all odd angles in his bed, all his curtains drawn to drown the usually bright & open loft apartment in pitch dark, he’s hidden away for the day. PTO taken, little inhuman growls given at any slight disturbance imagined or not, any sharp edges he has lifted—

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☆*:. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆 — quote bot@thenatalog.bsky.social · last yr.

with you i can be alright . with you i can learn . with you i can be better .

Dubious lil side eye over a mug, one ear giving a few flicks.

[ Bleary ] little red eyed blink. Ears & frills [ up. ] ᴴᵉ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉˢ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇᵃⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ.

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STRANGER.EXE@strangerexe.bsky.social · last yr.

I didn't know you when you were a kid But swimming with you, it sure feels like I did

Wearing a lighter ensemble than usual, something casual, squatting down in the park while eyeing a certain blue-grey speckled pup with mild exasperation. The pup, dubbed 'Odysseus' when not being referred to in his head as 'tyrant' has decided he doesn't like his harness, splayed out in the grass.

The roll of the ocean saying him to & fro almost makes him forget the passage of time, wrenching his gaze from the darting flashes of fish scales to glance up to the surface. He had expected some commotion by now, some kind of demand for his return after teasing his companion so. With a twist & a—

[ Stretching ] out underwater, 'sighing' a stream of bubbles past his lips, gills flashing bright crimson as they flare & open now that he's fully submerged. He resists his body's urge to further change & shift, limiting himself to the spread of webbing between fingers & toes, flexing his hands.