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@actualgarbageparents
Also, quick question.
Should I move this blog into a separate account instead of making it just a sideblog? As it is, I’m barely active on there and it might make me more active since it’s easier to reblog stuff and message people.
{{ New theme! The other one had been bugging me for a while. }}
{{ Sorry, I sort of forget to come here since it's a sideblog. Hopefully I'll get things done soon ;; I also want to change this theme, but I need to find a good one first. }}
"Do you know what day it is, Zound~?" The man asks; a charming smile on his face, although it is quite obvious that he's slightly impatient. {{ From actualgarbageparents ovo }}
"Uhh it’s june 15." Zound didn’t exactly know what was so special about today. It just seems like a normal day.
"Not that kind of day.," He presses on; determined to have him remember on his own, even if he has always had a short will to wait.
"No you’re not."
"Excuse me?" He feels slightly offended at the revelation. "Who was it who raised you and fed you?"
[ He gasps as if to be surprised, his hand in front of his mouth as he takes a step back, his other hand behind him. “How did you know? Of course I owe you something- especially since you got me a nice big room all to myself. Happy father’s day, Vati,” He smiles sweetly and takes his hand out from behind him, displaying his middle finger and then scowling. What a great son he is. ]
This time; He's the one surprised, though it is more due to the rude gesture than from Noiz's attitude. It was already expected that such a problematic child would have no respect for his father, who had such a good intentions when he locked him in that room--- To save the rest of the world from learning of what an abomination he was.
"My, aren't you an ungrateful one?" He says, mockingly. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have even been born. You should be thankful."
"Isn’t fathers day for good fathers?"
"No, Zound. Father's day is for all fathers. Anyhow, aren't I a good father already?"
"Well, well, well, aren't some naughty children owing their vati a gift?"
"Your son is dating my son, and I heard you're rich. Pay up."
"I think you’ve got the wrong person, doll. That thing ain’t my son."
"Ok but money. Now. It came out of you so…." She just wanted to be rich. Was that too much to ask?
"You’ve got some nerve, don’t ya?" Yes, yes it was too much to ask for. Just get a job or something, she had to start from the ground too— Oh wait, no. Her parents were hella rich too.
"Mutti! Mutti! Look!" [ The six year old runs over and motions to his scraped up knees proudly, thinking that they look really cool with the red marks. ] ((Hi! ouo;; *hopesthisisokwithyou*))
At first; She’s been uninterested, because she had heard that kids at this age tended to think everything was interesting and worth showing off; even if in reality what they had in their possession was nothing of value. However, when her gaze soon rested on the child’s knees, a look of horror crossed her features. Why wasn’t he crying like any other child would?
"Noiz what are you…" The words trail off a bit quizzically; She isn’t sure how she should address the situation. Her husband would most likely get upset with Noiz, so maybe she should follow his example. "What did you do this time?"
{{ Hey! ;v; *thisistotallyokaysodon’tworry<3* }}
[ His smile fades, tilting his head slightly in wonder. “Why not?” The boy finds himself confused, not knowing what she means by ‘just playing tough’. He doesn’t have to play! He’s always tough! The other kids cry when they play, so that must make him stronger, right? What’s wrong with having pretty red marks on his knees? ]
She gives a shaky sigh; it's at moments like these that she truly gets scared of her own son's way of thinking. He's still a child, he's supposed to be innocent and not understand some things...But this behaviour is just abnormal. She's never heard of a child like this before and it's upsetting because the neighbors think it's weird too.
"J-Jesus, don't make weird questions. It's obvious it's supposed to hurt, Noiz. That's why your friends cry when they get them."
"Mutti! Mutti! Look!" [ The six year old runs over and motions to his scraped up knees proudly, thinking that they look really cool with the red marks. ] ((Hi! ouo;; *hopesthisisokwithyou*))
At first; She’s been uninterested, because she had heard that kids at this age tended to think everything was interesting and worth showing off; even if in reality what they had in their possession was nothing of value. However, when her gaze soon rested on the child’s knees, a look of horror crossed her features. Why wasn’t he crying like any other child would?
"Noiz what are you…" The words trail off a bit quizzically; She isn’t sure how she should address the situation. Her husband would most likely get upset with Noiz, so maybe she should follow his example. "What did you do this time?"
{{ Hey! ;v; *thisistotallyokaysodon’tworry<3* }}
[ ”I tripped on my shoelace when I was running outside! Doesn’t it look cool, Mutti?” Noiz beams, rather pleased with his mother’s expression that’s so different than her usual look of disinterest. He wonders if she thinks it looks cool too, seeing nothing wrong with it at all. There’s no reason to be upset, right? ]
"Noiz...Please tell me you're just playing tough." She has to clench her fists as the words slip from her lips; manicured fingernails digging into her palm. The way he seems unfazed about his wounds makes her sick to the stomach-- It's almost like she bore a monster.
"It's not supposed to be 'cool'."
"Mutti! Mutti! Look!" [ The six year old runs over and motions to his scraped up knees proudly, thinking that they look really cool with the red marks. ] ((Hi! ouo;; *hopesthisisokwithyou*))
At first; She's been uninterested, because she had heard that kids at this age tended to think everything was interesting and worth showing off; even if in reality what they had in their possession was nothing of value. However, when her gaze soon rested on the child's knees, a look of horror crossed her features. Why wasn't he crying like any other child would?
"Noiz what are you..." The words trail off a bit quizzically; She isn't sure how she should address the situation. Her husband would most likely get upset with Noiz, so maybe she should follow his example. "What did you do this time?"
{{ Hey! ;v; *thisistotallyokaysodon'tworry<3* }}
"Your son is dating my son, and I heard you're rich. Pay up."
"I think you’ve got the wrong person, doll. That thing ain’t my son."
>> actualgarbageparents <<
>> Semi-Serious RP blog for Noiz's parents from DMMD <<
>> side blog to helfensiemirbitte <<
Can't do follow backs, sorry.
Looking mostly for Angst and Crack roleplays, unless you actually want to bone Noiz's bastard parents.
Feel free to leave the muses' hate, that's what I made this blog for. I hate them too.
Don't actually hate on the mun for this pls.
Every Noiz that follows me will be included on a future project for a relationship page made only of Noizes.
Idk if there are any rules dude.
>> No existent pages yet <<
>> Mun swears she was trying to remain serious with this picture <<
{{ Hn, I want to message people, since that's the only way to interact with them as this is a side blog and they might not even know about my existance. But on the other hand, idk if they even do threads out of asks. }}
{{ I should like, make a relationship page and all of it would be noiz's and they all would have some stupid nickname }}
"Zound, Honey. You haven't been spending too much time with your brother, have you?" The woman pursues her lips in distaste; obviously displeased at her younger son's choice for company. {{ actualgarbargeparents here, since it's impossible to send an ask from a side blog, I'm doing it on anonymous pfft. }}
"Yeah." Zound wasn’t going to lie to her because he honestly didn’t care what his mother thought about him being around Noiz. Even if they told him to stop being around Noiz he’ll just ignore them and do the exact opposite.
((It’s alright :) ))
"Careful with your language, young man." She hisses out; voice as cold as ice. She won’t accept the disrespect nor any words of hatred thrown at her by her own son. He has no right to call her superficial, he has no right to say she isn’t a rightful mother. She knows she is; She bore him herself. Both of them— Even the monster; though the idea of that thing having been inside her once disgusts her. Enough to make her want to vomit.
"You have no right to talk to me like that. I am your mother and I love you, you know that. That monster of a brother you have has just corrupted you."
"EVERY CHANCE YOU GET YOU BLAME HIM! HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ONE MOMENT THAT NOTHING IS HIS FAULT AND YOU’RE JUST A BITCH WHO DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO USE PROTECTION!" Zound yelled. He didn’t care anymore on how his mother would feel, she deserved every word his has given her. "I love Noiz! He’s the only one in this damn family who cares about and you know it too! You can sit there and say you don’t but you do!" "And you didn’t even think Noiz was a monster until a couple of kids who were creep out by him told you. This just proves that you only care about what others think of you!"
"Ho-How dare you!" There's a stutter in her voice; though it is mostly caused by the shock rather than by being nervous. Though in a way, she is nervous-- The angry kind of nervous, where her hands start trembling from adrenaline and she shakily raises one of them to slap the younger blond across the face. "DON'T USE THAT KIND OF FOUL LANGUAGE AGAINST ME, YOUNG MAN!" She practically screams in rage; barely able to hold onto her composure.
"Your brother doesn't care about you! He cares about no one, he's a heartless monster. That's why he hurt all those children! Have you got no shame? Choosing your brother over your own mother... It seems we have failed with you too, haven't we? And I didn't start hating him just because of what those children said, it was simply unnatural to see him come home beaten up and not feel anything. Perhaps, we should have sold him to some research lab all those years ago. At least he wouldn't be running around free now."
