Play the violin, die, repeat.

Hello? Anyone there? Can you hear me? (open universe rp blog with an original character Rowan Amelia Breen, follows tags a-violin-suicide and aviolinsuicide)

[a-violin-suicide]

THIS IS VERY LATE

I’M SORRY

mY BAB IS ENJOYING HER UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATER IT IS CANON

[a-violin-suicide]

i have no feelings or emotions just sarcasm running through my veins

[wxngsofpiano]

+2 have entered the limbo

[wxngsofpiano]

With a nod Deemo stood up, following Rowan with long, graceful steps. The being was content with keeping the poor girl company for as long as she wished to. They briefly wondered what had been so bad to drive her to such a drastic action, gaze discreetly following her hands as she revealed the scars.

It was always a tragedy when a young life ended too soon…

Alas, it wasn’t their desicion, but they would do their best to help her on her path, whichever she would choose.

Standing next to her like a slender shadow for a moment, Deemo walked forwards to the gardenswing standing in a comfortable nook of the garden - an old, but clean and charming little thing, overgrown with blooming vines - and sat down, stretching their long legs in the soft grass and inviting her to sit down next to them. In the sun Deemo’s pitch black skin seemed to lighten to a midnight blue, maybe even transparent, but that could just as well be a simple illusion.

[a-violin-suicide]

Too caught up in her own thoughts, she didn't see the gesture of the creature, and when she did, she felt a little embarrassed she didn't notice it sooner. As the girl sat down she gave a small thumping noise, after which she immediately proceeded to take as little space as possible.

"Have you ever been outside the Limbo?" a sudden question followed after few minutes of silence.

She slowly closed her eyes. She just wanted to rest, that's all...nothing more, nothing less. Her breathing became much slower and heavier. The reality became a blur, sounds, if there were any, toned down and everything was peaceful. She could feel a small smile curving.  

[rexgn-deactivated20151216]

Reblog if you are a role-play blog who is willing to role-play with the following:

                                            canon & oc & multi-character.

[xwhiskersonkittens]

[the-inspired-lesbian]

$109. I’m not proud.

[wrathofslowbro-blog]

$73 oops?

[galvantulite]

$83.. 

[rosienroller]

$9

[sad-gay-baby]

$43.50, not a paltry amount

[gay-corpse-sex]

$37.50 please kill me

[a-violin-suicide]

so my computer almost died.....

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How I feel with every RP

RP partner: (writes fantastic starter with intricate dialog and plot settings)

Me: I have to go I'm too stupid to talk to you

[wxngsofpiano]

+2 have entered the limbo

[wxngsofpiano]

  The smoke shifted and condensed for a moment, showing a ticking clock for a few seconds before it morphed again and reattatched itself back to the being’s body. They hated to be the one to tell her, but even if time didn’t pass in this place, her body would age, at least in the world of the living. That much they had gathered from the endeavours with their old friend. One couldn’t stay forever, unfortunately. Deemo shrugged, gesturing around the place to offer her to look around. The Masked Woman wouldn’t take Rowan with her unless she was willing to - as far as Deemo knew she’d rather sleep until the end of time without any sort of disruption - so the library was no danger. And the garden outside the castle wasn’t all that bad either, a bright and peaceful place They made a walking motion with two fingers, then drew a horizontal circle before gesturing first at the girl, then at themselves. An offer to show them around. If she wanted to explore by herself, they would simply get back to their piano. After all, this place wasn’t a prison. Everyone was free to do what they wished to.

[a-violin-suicide]

Oh....if that's the case, an hour or two should give her enough time to think about it. A walk could do wonders after all. She nodded at the offer Deemo gave her. Besides, who wouldn't want to walk around such a tranquil and calm place. An idiot, that's who.

The girl still had many unanswered questions, but it would be better if she just left them for some other time. But the thing is....she wanted to see the afterlife and stay in the waking world. Who wouldn't? After all, this was a one way trip.  No coming back after her decision is made. It scared her. She folded her sleeve, just to check something. Ah. The scars are still there.

She finally started walking towards a garden. Upon entering it, she was, yet again, reminded how beautiful and breathtaking this place is. It was such a shame she can't spend more time here. Perhaps it was ironic in a way. A place where she found everything she ever wanted to have in one place was the place she had to choose her fate. Every fiber of her being was, however, concentrated on the decision she'll have to make soon.

[wxngsofpiano]

+2 have entered the limbo

[wxngsofpiano]

  "…"

Slowly, the small melody ceased until they completely stopped playing, fingers eventually coming to a rest as they placed their hand back on their knee, the other palm still gently stroking over her hair before cupping her cheek. A pang of sorrow was felt at her question. She was so young… It seemed Rowan and their old best friend really had a lot in common. The answer would be a bit complex, but they would try their best to explain everything. Giving a firm nod - yes, it was possible - they lifted both hands to her chest height, palms upwards. Smoke began to rise up from them as Deemo loosened a bit of their form, using it to create shapes with it in mid-air. Retreating their hands, the smoke stayed, the left one displaying a cross - the Afterlife - and the right a ‘check’ symbol to represent the Waking World. Then they drew a circle inbetween the two symbols with a finger before pointing down at the ground between their feet. This is here.

Now for the complicated part - they hoped she would understand them. First, the finger drew a direct line from the Waking World symbol to the Afterlife’s without crossing the symbol of the Limbo before drawing a noose over the arrow. Successful suicide meant a direct way to the Afterlife, with no stop inbetween. Another line was drawn, this time from the Waking World to the Limbo, the letters ‘Z Z Z’ drawn on top, then the same finger tapped on her cranium and back to the letters. When the brain slept - wether in a coma or in a dream - she would land here. Deemo lifted their hand once more to first point at the Waking World’s symbol again, then at the tree and the window. Then to the Afterlife and to the path to the library to their right, where the Masked Woman resided.  You decide.

[a-violin-suicide]

So..she had a choice. To go back to the 'waking world' or to die and go to the afterlife. Why not stay here? Time will pass but she wouldn't feel a thing. She'll be in a coma until she decides whats the right thing to do. A state where she's both dead and alive...that sounded nice.

The girl realized something. She always wanted to die, but, now that she has a choice and she can finally die....she's scared. She wants to live, only knowing that, when she comes back...if she comes back, she'll just want to die again. Why's that?

She looked up, seeing the tree and the window. Life. Then at the narrow path...death. She could just say she needed more time to think....yeah. She could do that.

"I need more time....I think I'll stay here for a while longer."

[a-violin-suicide]

the-critic-burnt said: B))))

>B(((

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the-critic-burnt said: (( hAH))

L ISTEN

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tJE FUCKING END OF THE DEEMO GAME I M D YING 

[a-violin-suicide]

((it is my time to slumber a d i o s))

[a-violin-suicide]

((try me u nerd))

[wxngsofpiano]

(( i have killed a man wITH thIS ThUmb))

[a-violin-suicide]

((oH shiT))

[razberiighost]

falling in love with your friend’s ocs more like

[wxngsofpiano]

(( this is illegal))

[a-violin-suicide]

((probably))

[wxngsofpiano]

(( i will fucking cut u))

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((try me u nerd))

[flanprincess]

do you ever think about how super fucked up danny phantom is

a 14-year-old boy fucking dies in a tragic lab accident, but the accident happens halfway into an alternate dimension, so he is both killed (in one dimension) and not killed (in the other). danny is literally schrodinger’s boy — both dead and alive. he’s a living corpse possessed by his own ghost.

[221bitssmallerontheoutside]

DUDE WHAT