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I hope summer and life is treating you well!
Recently I did a purge of my Following/Followers. 'Dead', archived, personals, or blogs that have't interacted with me or I them in months have been soft blocked.
If any blogs decide they want to pick up again, they are more than welcome to refollow! Just note that at this time I am currently most active on my Multimuse @hortussecretum.
Thanks for understanding
//Given how OP is the odd-one out on my Multi Blog, I'm considering just moving AU Doffy from my multi to over here. In hind sight that may have been the simplest route to begin with, but if I'd done that I may never have gone down the rabbit hole of other current fandoms hahaha, so there are no regrets.
regensia:
The first time he had killed people, he felt surprisingly little, though back then he had been considered a child, and it was in defense of his brother. But the second, third, and onwards – there was still nothing. Sukuna had been a little perplexed by the fuss, for it felt more like extinguishing some ants from a colony instead of the big deal people made it out to be. He knew his twin would be upset, but that was part of the main reason he had abandoned the school, instead branching out on his own. Perhaps his teacher had been right; being together like they were was limiting them both.
As he heard a voice passively seeming to merely comment on his handiwork (self defense was an almost easy claim here; these people were a little too weak), lips curled into a scowl. There, a tall blond man was clearly the one orchestrating this mess of a force, everyone panicked and desperate. The teenager supposed there needn’t be cursed spirits around with a group like this.
“This pathetic force is yours?” The summer heat was warm; the bloodspray he had been under was just as warm, all smothering and humid and hot. It was putting him into a bad mood, the number of ants. Be it sorcerer, spirit, or civilian, if they stood in his way he had decided to eliminate them. However this affair was particularly noisy, crescendoing from a simple, albeit irritating, run-in to what was outright a massacre.
“I don’t seem to recall being brought in for extermination. Do it yourself if you want to ditch them.”
Formerly lounging atop the highest building in the deep mountain town, he laughs and descends to closer overlook his guest. Dressed in strong colors and semi-formal cuts and sunglasses, the blonde was well out of place this deep in rural Japan. The entire town had long since been forced into the streets for his private evening performance, the teenage sorcerer initially ignored as the population was so involved in their murder games. Guns and knives, hammers and bats, anything that might be used as a weapon was wielded by the weeping, screaming, and catatonic.
"Consider them an interactive stage show." Laughing in airs he gestures as he speaks, a number of victims turning in unison to dance and slice their partner's throat. "Weren’t you? That’s too bad, it would have made for an even better finale.” He surveys the impressive amount of death Sukuna had already rendered on his own, amused and most importantly intrigued. The human weapons and some structures were cut cleanly apart, while the bodies themselves were pummeled and battered to death, the occasional tool turned against them. Truly the boy thought little more of them than insects reaching for his feet.
"Fufufu... but you see that's not quite as fun as having them do it to themselves, and they'd been doing it so nicely- but now you're here, interupting that... It's only right that you finish the job that you started."
Attributed to Carlos Seixas (1704-42) - Concerto for Harpsichord and Strings in g-minor, I. Allegro. Performed by Fernando Miguel Jalôto, harpsichord, and Enrico Onofri/Divino Sospiro on period instruments.
Im gonna finish drafts on desktop today!
*Severe storm knocks out power*
Im going to write on my phone today.
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Reblog this if you’re a chill roleplayer who doesn’t mind if your rp partners take multiple weeks, or even months to reply.
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eyesofcuriosity:
Ah the stairs, another source of her mild anxiety. Mainly since in the last few months she has experienced few unpleasant situations, often times servants being caught between family members either as onlookers or the target of their daily frustrations. Still, without any complaint she proceeds to climb behind him nimbly like a doe on her tip toes. She may not be the type to fight but, she was flexible enough to find and escape route and be quick on her feet when the situation called for it.
Something she has especially trained in her current residence of Dressrosa.
His sudden question did pose another question in her mind. For how long did he realize that? Naturally she wasn’t even hiding her accent, knowing that this island was popular for visits, it was not all that strange that visitors would try to stay and live here. Without wasting too much time or testing his patience she replies in calm manner.
“Ah is it that obvious ? “ she adds in a bit of humorous tone. “ I’m from East Blue, rather tiny island and equally tiny village to add to it “ her voice softened at the mention of her homeland. Rarely she spoke about it unless it was a close friend who asked about it.
“Why I came here may not be a satisfactory answer to you Sir but….simply curious. I heard many things about Dressrosa, I simply wanted to confirm whether the stories were true or they were overexaggerated”
Unseen, he frowns, far beyond unsatisfied with the response. Suspicion for the humble origin, an average civilian casually embarking on trip so vast.
“That’s quite the voyage for mere curiosity, and quite the cost... Not that I can blame you for longing for something more than a bland, boring little town in the weakest of Blues.” Doflamingo does not slow his gait though his voice expresses disbelief. “How did you afford the fare?”
Not yet has he written the woman off as suspect, deciding that for her previous entertainment and conversation he would allow her a full opportunity to rationalize being here, working within his staff as a maid.
Immortality isn't living forever, that's not what it feels like.
Immortality is everyone else dying.
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"With all due respect, Joka, this is not a time for poetry." [from Caesar.]
"Are we not biding time as it is? Waiting idle for opportunity or stones to fall into place? If that is not the case, then do enlighten me."
His smirk widens, response won without effort.
“Poetry is of the few things which separate humans from animals. Do you think Kaido could come up with a rhyme? Jack would sooner do a plie. King might. Queen- they'd probably delight in it. ”
He’s bored, Ceasar, and you are the nearest brain that he can pick.
Bored Bird Looking for entertaining Talent.
All my apply.
Few may leave.
Georg Philipp Telemann (1681-1767) - Scherzo No. 3 for 2 Violins and Basso continuo in D-Major, TWV 42:D3, III. Allegro. Performed by Parnassi Musici on period instruments.
“Man frees himself by bringing forth God or making him visible, and this is how he becomes immortal.”
— Friedrich Schlegel, Ideas
Curse Upon Mankind
@regensia
“It’s been some time since a sorcerer killed my toys that readily.” In Doflamingo’s distinguished opinion, summer nights are ideal for bloodshed. Be it scorching heat or a brisk break of dew, the air during the season was often the cleanest it ever would be. For many it was the best growing season, and with it came hopes and prayers of prosperity. Summer is lush with life be it sewn in ground or womb. In these months it grew rapidly, racing and reaching for the sunlight, fostering dreams of future days. Summer put humans in better spirits; as such, it is at the peak of human pleasure that some of the greatest, most satisfying despair could be had. Even more delightful it was to have humans be the cause of their own suffering. The tragedy he had orchestrated had long since past it’s crescendo, paranoia and insanity gripping the humans, his words in their ears, his strings on their limbs. Some humans needed only the tiniest nudge in the right direction before spiraling out of control, their true nature revealing itself to the world. Others put up a long and wretched battle, death of mind as agonizing as being skinned one strip at a time. “Don’t leave the job part done now: you’ve around 600 more to go.”
Flowers, Brad. Concentrations 36: Annette Lawrence [Photograph DMA_1588-02, 1588-05, 1588-07], 2000, University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Dallas Museum of Art.
