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[frstbiitten]

Good morning to everyone especially those who woke up early for mk1 trailer

And with that, I'll have an announcement later

#❄‖ ∵ｓｏｆｉ.ｅｘｅ ｈａｓ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ∴ — ooc. #((i still have no words for that))

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The mood for today my people

#❄‖ ∵ｓｏｆｉ.ｅｘｅ ｈａｓ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ∴ — ooc. #((MK12 GOT KONFIRMED FUCK YEAAAAAHHHHHHH)) #((I'll tear it apart as usual when it comes out and i do not expect for my walking fridge to come back)) #((HOWEVER)) #((Im excited and is not Injustice 3))

[frstbiitten]

//Okay so evidently I have plans to do (make new icons form the tablet (I’m using clip studio paint for that... idk how im making it work tbh)), find a new theme is one of those, but I’m also very VERY tempted on remaking (again) Frost’s essencials and lore as well bc, new year new ideas I guess.

#❄‖ ∵ｓｏｆｉ.ｅｘｅ ｈａｓ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ∴ — ooc. #((Is Febraury so... that last part idk if its still counting)) #((but i do have a lot of hc that would need for me to revamp Frost's story again))

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crownfell​:

:  ♤  :+ﾟ I don’t do volleyball.

Well fuck — this is beginning on a spectacular foot it seems.

You don’t socialize often, and neither do I.

He takes some offense to this. He can most certainly talk to people —regular, no power and not saving the world kind of people. Still he chuckles and scratches at his cheek — nervous tick rising. “It’s not that. I’m just not… You lot are on a whole other level. Does that make sense?” People from Earth — no, Earthrealm — other dimensions, sentient creatures the likes of which he’d never seen before… It’s all so strange to someone who once believed not in magic. But she seems to understand his meek attempt at interacting, inviting him to the pool. Oh — he does volleyball — the pool though… But if he refuses, what will he look like? ❝Pool it is❞, he comments with more energy than he feels, swallowing a shot of martini from behind the counter in one go before walking into the sun.

The water bristles with sunlight — he sets his foot in, dips slowly… it does feel good and refreshing… until ice begins forming around him once he’s waist deep: a plaque of ice swaying with the waves below — not much, but enough to annoy him. He breaks the ice, and more appear by his fingers. He hates when that happens. ❝Fuckin…❞

The act will remain intact for now, from this moment, Frost will study his mannerisms and movements, keeping her defenses at a high level always saves her from many different types of fiascos related to speaking with strangers. However, judging by his speech, he doesn't seem so dangerous to Frost. "No need to specify, I get you." No, she doesn't, but agreeing with complex ideas that might need hours of opinions floating from one mouth to the other would take hours, Frost is saving both of them the time they don't need to waste. "I'm not exactly a swimmer myself, but I prefer the water over anything else." She comments while leaving the counter, already paid for the empty glasses.

The woman follows the stranger to the pool, she can't exactly feel the warmth surrounding her skin coming from the soft sunlight, nor the temperature change in the air or the water, everything for Frost feels the same. "What is that..." Ice forms on the surface of the water, is clearly not coming from her submerged body, but it might feel like the temperature dropped around her. With curious fingers, she catches the ice floating around her new acquaintance. "Oh... well, look at that." Without allowing him to even think of his next move, Frost grabs his arm above the water with a cold grip of her fingers. "Can you feel that?" This is a test, just to know him better.

"I don't do volleyball."

Her bluntness is as sharp as her powers, is the summer clothing what makes people think they are invited to talk to her? Her eyes remain hidden by dark sunglasses, they make a quick appearance by lowering her head slightly. The empty glasses next to her on the counter, 6 to be specific, didn't satisfy her demand for alcohol, Frost perhaps would need more than 6 martinis to feel anything that resemble a hangover the next morning. "You don't socialize often, and neither do I." But why not give him a chance? After all, he didn't seem so persistent or foolish. "There's a pool, how about that? Not even you look like you do volleyball."

#crownfell #night of the passion lanterns: threads

[frstbiitten]

"I don't do volleyball."

Her bluntness is as sharp as her powers, is the summer clothing what makes people think they are invited to talk to her? Her eyes remain hidden by dark sunglasses, they make a quick appearance by lowering her head slightly. The empty glasses next to her on the counter, 6 to be specific, didn't satisfy her demand for alcohol, Frost perhaps would need more than 6 martinis to feel anything that resemble a hangover the next morning. "You don't socialize often, and neither do I." But why not give him a chance? After all, he didn't seem so persistent or foolish. "There's a pool, how about that? Not even you look like you do volleyball."

@frstbiitten Asked for a starter but it also got longer help

:  ♤  :+ﾟ Since his powers have awakened, it seems he’s far more susceptible to heat. Seems hotter, and thus Dyuu rests in the shadows, his hand wriggling to make some cool vapors. There is another like him here — when he sees her, he takes in a deep breath and leaves his spot in the shade, hot sand spreading between his toes, until he’s reached the bar. Some eyes are on him: he is, after all, a mirror image of a not so kind man. ❝Hey… want a drink? Or… something to eat — there’s volley ball too… uh… I mean – what I’m saying is... I don't know. I fucked that up, didn't I?.... fuck....❞

#((im sorry for the late reply)) #((not promising he won't end up freezing in the water)) #crownfell

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violentusinpace​:

“For now, I’ll keep that in mind.” he whispered to himself, bringing the drink to his lips. The taste of the alcohol both warmed and chilled the man, making him feel more at ease. Being on the boat leading them to the island was equal parts relaxing yet stressful. Making sure his sister had some anti sea sickness medicine, but enjoying the fresh watery air when she mostly slept during the entire trip. He found it weird. She loved water, but had bad motion sickness when on a boat. Thankfully she was fine during the whole thing. Maybe by now she was hungry.

One would be taken aback by the way she delivered her words, but to him, he didn’t seem to mind. Perhaps she had a bad day, or wasn’t used to being in such an environment. Everyone around here had to have certain feeling surrounding the island. But this festivity meant making connections, being friends or otherwise. And he’s content with the idea of making new ones. Frost.. hm.

Eyebrows lifted slightly as he noticed the glass developing a crystallized ice sheen over it. “It is completely fine.” He waved his hand, letting little snowflakes fall on top of the cherry in his drink. After taking another sip. he answered her question before giving one of his own. “Needed to have a break from everything. Family said I have become too stressed lately. And you, Frost? What brings you here?”

Alcohol could have the strongest taste concentrated in one single glass, no matter how big it could be, or the percentage of the chemical a drink could have. It would taste almost like water for her, it surely does leave traces in her system, but it doesn't alter her senses that much, nausea is not a big worry for her to have. Neither did the trip on the boat on the way to the island, perhaps is all due to her biology, is not just ice and cold skin that differentiates Frost from the rest of the anthropomorphic beings of this island, but the resistance to certain chemicals as well.

She is not the only one today that can impress people with a magic trick involving snowflakes and shapes made out of ice. Her head tilts slightly at the view of this stranger revealing his ice powers, another cryomancer or a mere ice wizard? That would be a big coincidence.

"For me? Well, it all went down with the excuse of having vacations in a remote place, because I never went to an island before." She starts telling while lightly shaking the glass in her hand, sipping from it the amber liquid, the taste was interesting the more she has from it. "And also to sharpen my social skills... I'm quite aggressive according to some people." The alcohol makes her tongue reveal more than she would want to Nick. "Also... how is it that you do the..." With her free hand, Frost opens her fists to reveal a growing group of ice crystals from her palm, it was an effortless move but impressed anyone who has never seen it before. "The ice thing I mean."

#violentusinspace #night of the passion lanterns: threads

[frstbiitten]

//Happy Valentine's day for anyone out there (especially my mutuals 😚) from me and the not so trustworthy woman I decided to write.

#❄‖ ∵ｓｏｆｉ.ｅｘｅ ｈａｓ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ∴ — ooc. #((today is a cute day bc i saw a few people with flowers and being all sweet)) #((love is in the aaaiiiirrr))

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Is not redundant that this idea was her idea, she wanted to participate in these weeks, drink until she could forget her name, attempt on sharpening her social -and nonexistent- social skills, and if lucky, avoid murder. The cold rises in the air when she walks into the corridors of the place, holding her keys and the luggage with her cold fingers. Her rhythm perseveres, then stops when opening the door. Someone else was inside.

"Oh for the Elder Gods." She muses, not by Rain's presence, but by the single bed in the room, it could turn into an issue and a clear invitation for a fight. "Just know, I was not aware of… this." Points at the giant bed while walking in, with the desire of getting her feet out of her shoes as soon as possible.

"I don't think they have another free room, I can threaten them or coax them." Her ideas were turning more and more illegal.

A curious brow raised upon entering his room. More accustomed to lesser accommodations, Rain was quietly pleased with luxurious room given to him. Though the single bed in his room brought more questions then answers as he was told he was going to be sharing a room. He just hoped whoever he shared the room with wasn't a nuisance or else his little vacation was going to start bloodshed. And he rather not soil the fine walls with red stains.

Setting his luggage on the bed, Rain proceeds to move his clothes from the carrier to the bed, making sure to set aside his swim shorts and towel for the pool.

This was going to be an interesting few days, he can sense that much.

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads #((got you keisha))

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New flavors to try, she is not alone in this and prefers the company of a welcoming stranger, Frost has set an alarm in her head to count the seconds until he backtracks on his friendly demeanor and leaves with the drink to somewhere else. Partially, that reaction is received and would convince her how much of a scam talking with strangers is -as if it's not also her fault-.

Simple but with some fancy in it, the drink arrived in her hands quickly, was the fruit hanging from a little skew above the liquid was supposed to stay there? In an attempt to understand it, Frost removed the fruit, cherry, she's not used to such a sweet flavor. "I think this is okay for now." She replies before throwing the cherry into her mouth. One thing that caught her attention was the white hair, he didn't seem to be older than her or even be in his 50s, it was unusual for sure. Noticed the quick glance at her, perhaps studying her presence next to him or creating speculations about her. Perhaps is odd for others to see her in the minimum amount of clothing.

"I'm Frost, there are no other ways to call me, there's no other name that you need to refer to me." Maybe she sounded too rude for nothing, she was so used to keeping her guard in place at all times. "Nice to meet you, Nick." She lifted the glass as well in her cold hand, the material slightly freezing under her touch. "This… this happens all the time." Wouldn't hide the fact that her touch could be lethal under prolonged exposition, she put the glass down on the counter, attempting to attach some words in her mind. "Why did you come here? I mean, who wouldn't come to this place?"

The second he and his sister parted ways, Nick began to make his way to the bar, his ice-white luggage trailing behind him. Dressed in chino shorts and a loose, partially unbuttoned red shirt, it was a huge change of attire than him wearing his armor half of the time. Even more so, his environment. He would have loved to be out more, but he was always tied to his family and royal knightly duties.

Until his mother said he and Iris needed a break of defending Earthrealm and their home kingdom. And here he was. Having a vacation. Which, while he won’t admit it, he needed. 

“Yes, I’ll have a Manhattan.” Sure he’d go for something sweet, but he’s always been the type to drink hard, bittersweet type of liquor. Maybe it was the Irish blood. Through the curtain of white hair in front of his eyes, he saw someone sit beside him, and requested another order of the drink he got. “Hope you like rye whiskey.” 

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads

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Adapting is what gets her to explore the residence, in her mind she couldn't stand the presence of so many guests, let alone the concept of them being highly drunk and passing around with alcohol in their veins and zero inhibitions. Try to be friendly for once, it won't hurt you. Even her consciousness is checking on her will to socialize.

The temperature is ideal for a visit to the bar, it's inviting Frost's brain to shut down and go with the flow, fulfilling the purpose of her visit to the island. A pair of dark glasses remain over her white hair, it was the only thing in her outfit that could be perceived as functional, her blue swimsuit complemented her toned figure, which was the reason for her to pick this outfit in the first place.

To start a conversation is more challenging than it looks, counting on the oddly inhuman aspect, Frost wouldn't blame people if they decide to stay away from her, her aura was frightening. She found a seat at the bar, close to the counter, admiring the different tastes of liquors and tropical fruits for the night. Heard an inviting voice on her side, and he wanted to share a drink. "Never had it before, but there's always a first time for everything." Whatever it was, it sounded charming.

The second he and his sister parted ways, Nick began to make his way to the bar, his ice-white luggage trailing behind him. Dressed in chino shorts and a loose, partially unbuttoned red shirt, it was a huge change of attire than him wearing his armor half of the time. Even more so, his environment. He would have loved to be out more, but he was always tied to his family and royal knightly duties.

Until his mother said he and Iris needed a break of defending Earthrealm and their home kingdom. And here he was. Having a vacation. Which, while he won’t admit it, he needed. 

“Yes, I’ll have a Manhattan.” Sure he’d go for something sweet, but he’s always been the type to drink hard, bittersweet type of liquor. Maybe it was the Irish blood. Through the curtain of white hair in front of his eyes, he saw someone sit beside him, and requested another order of the drink he got. “Hope you like rye whiskey.” 

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads #((lets see where these goes andbit hope is not with him taking her drunk ass out))

[frstbiitten]

This didn’t make any sense.

The door hasn’t been opened yet it seems, as she holds the keys they have been given her once she checked into the so mysterious island. Frost could expect a few things from this trip, one rule was clear and it would take out all of her fun: no killing allowed. Oh well, there are worst things to worry about in the end. The door opened smoothly once the keys allowed it, the room included the most aphrodisiac color scheme she could think of (pink, red, and “peachy” as some would call it). It smells exactly how it looks: softly fruity.

She didn’t come in with a clear goal in the end, just to relax and hope nothing would ruin her short vacations from the Temple. Two weeks of doing perhaps absolutely nothing and just being hedonist for the sake of it. One detail that took her complete attention was the presence of just one giant bed in the room, which might be one twisted sick joke. Disgusting.

The idea was simple, get out of the room before the other companion walked in, change her clothes and run to the pools or invade the bar by testing how drunk she could get before someone starts being suspicious about her. Frost knocked down the luggage and opened it with some slight violence, the zipper ending on the other side of its trail, stripping off her clothes quickly and picking her swimming suit along with a transparent fabric that would hang from her hips, almost leaving nothing to the imagination, unless she gets before by whoever has been damned to share the room with her.

#night of the passion lanterns: threads #((I apologize in advance))

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Voices always spread the word about her presence no matter what's the context, could be about the literal cold air around her, the unusual piercing blue eyes or her physical strength. However, Frost wasn't so sure about what could be said about her in Iris' home. Did she even say something to put the woman at a higher expectation at the ears of strangers? Probably. It isn't her issue if she doesn't meet every expectation, that's not her problem to deal with.

Almost every breath that comes out of her mouth or nose is visible, could never figure out the right temperature of the room even if she cared. This guy, with which he shared some similarities with his sister, didn't seem particularly frightened by her presence, neither heard his teeth starting to collide with each other repeatedly. A good sign. "Pleasure is mine." She might seem calm at first sight but decides to give him a little scare by pressing his fingers a little less gently than how she usually does. "Nick... Right? Your sister mentioned you a couple of times."

@frstbiitten requested Nick!

When his sister told him she was bringing someone from the temple, he assumed that it was going to be the famous Grandmaster that reminded her of their father. But the night before, being told that it was Frost, his eyebrows lifted. The woman who helped his sister get back her kingdom. Who Iris held in such high regards, and was known to have powers over ice.

He heard footsteps in the sitting room, and slowly rose up, glancing down at her with a smile. She's cold, alright. He could feel it from where he was standing, At least it's him she's meeting, and not Aodh. His hand came up in a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you, Frost."

#fiery-assassin #((cant promise that she will return him in one piece tbh xd))

[frstbiitten]

//Glad that tumblr is still here with us in the year 2023.

I'm just trying to get used to it again and is kiiiind of annoying, just a bit, i have opinions

#❄‖ ∵ｓｏｆｉ.ｅｘｅ ｈａｓ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ∴ — ooc. #((also GOOOD i forgot to set the settings on dark mode for my tablet jeez my eyes are burning))

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It’s only her tonight, she and the pale silver moon, lost between dark clouds and the light gently illuminates the entrance path to the Temple. A moment of silence, peace at least, is rewarding to ease the aching in the muscles while every single sound in the world has been reduced to muteness. Nothing, just silence. The cryomancer breaths with ease, meditation is still a skill she needs to learn and relearn, getting lost in thoughts and counting how many times she has opened her eyes accidentally from distraction.

Catches a metallic sound jingling in the cold air, with rhythm and weight added to it, could even guess what exactly it is, Frost has heard the sound many times enough to not forget it. Her eyes open, adjusting her sight once again to the moonlight and the darkness, her vision is at least able to catch the shadows swiftly swaying from by the wind.

Erron was a fool sometimes, an adorable kind of fool, in her eyes of course. “What in the...” Her frame rose from the ground, abandoning the stairs by attempting to be in the same sight level. “Erron, you... you know you cannot be here, do you want the rest to find you and kill you?” Whispering with a sour tone in her voice, she can’t ignore either what a surprise it was to see him. “I should train a dove or something to send you letters.”

@frstbiitten​

He’s no ninja and certainly no assassin, but Erron Black has his methods of getting where he wants to go in the still hours of night. When the Lin Kuei temple is in fewer numbers, with most students asleep and very few walking the empty halls and frozen courtyards, it’s easy enough passing through the proper channels and slipping through what few cracks lie few and far between the great temple’s walls. There’s plenty of treasure for the taking, if he really desired. Blessed talisman’s and other weapons that could fetch high prices in the right hands, but the bounty hunter is searching for a treasure far greater. Outside the grandmaster’s garden, she sits in meditation. Stoic as ever, hair as white as pure sugar.

He’s also not an _idiot _who goes sneaking up on assassins, so he makes some noise by the entrance gate. Brushing his boots against the gravel, letting the jingle of his spurs give him in his true nature away. Granted, he shouldn’t be making much noise, considering he’s not **supposed **to be here, but he never said he was a genius either.

“Had a feelin’ I’d find you _here _of all places.” He says, like it wasn’t just some lucky guess. He pulls down the handkerchief that covers his face against the cold to give her a smile, as much as it stings. “Came to borrow me some sugar.”

#redhandsblackdeeds #((myyyyy gooooood iiii missed them so much)) #((she is probably thinking on either killing him for this or allowing it for this time))

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//Can't wait to see this chaotic device sending someone into madness again

(The someone in question)

#❄‖ ∵ｓｏｆｉ.ｅｘｅ ｈａｓ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ∴ — ooc. #((the evil skrunkly is already confirmed guys she is in MKO)) #((but as a human and as a 4star)) #((i thought she was a 1 star 😭))

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//Hi mk fandom how are we feeling?

#❄‖ ∵ｓｏｆｉ.ｅｘｅ ｈａｓ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ∴ — ooc. #((omg a miracle my ooc tag is here guys the war on tumblr is over)) #((yes I'm talking about mk onslaught WHICH I WILL BE PLAYING))

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