Knife-throwing stunts

Ney Futapie. Daughter of the Head of Ladies' Maids. Ney Marlon. Commander of Marlon's engineering battalion. [Independent roleplay blog for Ney Marlon from the Evillious Chronicles, Story of Evil. Tracks the tag assassininmarlon. For now, I'm more of roleplaying post-revolution, pre-madness Ney Marlon, but feel free to ask for any Ney from any spot on the timeline!] [Currently editing theme.]

[gentlemansoldierarchive-blog-de]

Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs

Y’know, just in case I feel the need to bust some heads.

[murderousbird-deactivated201502]

Send me §, for my muse's reaction to your's slowly slipping a knife into their chest.

[assassin-in-marlon]

actually yes i'm alive but i think i've lost my inspiration for ney??? 

[assassin-in-marlon]

[wow has it been a week]

[illicit-scarlet-royal]

Open RP: Little Arkatoir

[assassin-in-marlon]

  …Crap. Did she say that out loud? 

No matter. Perhaps it might be better to interro- to ask him. 

She wasn’t really good at keeping her mouth shut, after all.

“You look like him. Kyle Marlon.”

There was a slight edge of jealousy in her voice.

“Why?”

[illicit-scarlet-royal]

He gave a small smile at the mention of Kyle, looking up at her again.

“Kyle’s my big brother~” He said proudly. "Only halfway, though… Lady Prim is his momma, but not mine…”

[assassin-in-marlon]

Well then. Definitely a Marlon bastard. 

Lady Prim is his momma, but not mine.

It wasn't easy to decipher the emotions behind the boy's words. Was it relief, or disappointment? 

Ney sighed. They weren't too much different. She half-wondered of Mother's husband even did care for the fruits of his loins that he so carelessly left around, as though they were proud statements of his virility. At least she had Mother. 

This boy wasn't much of a threat, at any rate. 

"Mothe- Empress Prim is a wonderful mother. The best anyone could ask for. If you're well-behaved and do what she says, she'll be kind to you and reward you.

"As for Kyle..."

Seeing that there wasn't anyone around, she did a rude gesture and pulled a face. 

[hellsmostwantedsiblings-deactiv]

Send me a turn on and I'll respond

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

[illicit-scarlet-royal]

Open RP: Little Arkatoir

[illicit-scarlet-royal]

Arkatoir swallowed hard and whimpered, staring up at the condescending girl. He twisted his foot into the ground and started stuttering again.

“I…I’m really sorry… A-Are you mad…?” He asked, looking up at her with only his eyes and preparing for the worst.

[assassin-in-marlon]

For a few long seconds, she continued staring. To be honest, such a weak, pitiful expression made her feel a little sick. 

In reply to the strange boy’s question, she shook her head, lips curled in slight distaste. 

“No. I am beneath getting angry with mere trifles.” 

Perhaps this was one of the brats of Mother’s husband, though most of what she knew had been hearsay. 

Without realizing it, she had whispered a soft, puzzled ‘Why do you look like him?’

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He winced at her words and stared at the ground. No, she didn’t like him, either…. He let out a soft sigh and kicked the floor lightly. He then heard her words and looked up at her curiously.

“…Who?”

[assassin-in-marlon]

...Crap. Did she say that out loud? 

No matter. Perhaps it might be better to interro- to ask him. 

She wasn't really good at keeping her mouth shut, after all.

"You look like him. Kyle Marlon."

There was a slight edge of jealousy in her voice.

"Why?"

[illicit-scarlet-royal]

Open RP: Little Arkatoir

[illicit-scarlet-royal]

Arkatoir swallowed hard and whimpered, staring up at the condescending girl. He twisted his foot into the ground and started stuttering again.

“I…I’m really sorry… A-Are you mad…?” He asked, looking up at her with only his eyes and preparing for the worst.

[assassin-in-marlon]

For a few long seconds, she continued staring. To be honest, such a weak, pitiful expression made her feel a little sick. 

In reply to the strange boy's question, she shook her head, lips curled in slight distaste. 

"No. I am beneath getting angry with mere trifles." 

Perhaps this was one of the brats of Mother's husband, though most of what she knew had been hearsay. 

Without realizing it, she had whispered a soft, puzzled 'Why do you look like him?'

[assassin-in-marlon]

Woah, your icon is cool! Did you draw it or edit a picture or something? Anyways I like the theme!

[Ehehe thanks! 

I didn’t draw it- I’m afraid my hand-eye coordination skills aren’t the best. It’s from the Comedy of Evil- Daughter of Evil parody yonkoma. It’s titled AkuMusu. I merely cropped it and erased the Japanese words, before finding a suitable font and typing it in.

(I still wonder who you anons are- wait, singular? Plural? I do not know but you have all my platonic live uvu)] 

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[Two weeks of looking through themes and my side bar image is the best I can come up with] 

[illicit-scarlet-royal]

Open RP: Little Arkatoir

Arkatoir kept to the walls of the castle, trying to stay out of everyone’s way. His mother was with his father at the moment, and so he wasn’t quite sure what to do right now…

Maybe he should go find Kyle? But he might be busy… He sighed and stared at the floor, making a cute, frustrated face and kicking the ground while he walked. Everyone in the castle was always so busy, and nobody even liked him! They were all just stupid!

“Ow!” He yelped when he bumped into someone. He looked up and shook a little, his “tough” attitude immediately fading. “I…I’m sorry… Didn’t m-mean to bump into you…” He said, his arms behind his back.

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Some chap once said 'home is where the heart is', but Ney wasn't really sure whether her heart lied within the castle walls. Her loyalty was for Mother, of course, but Marlon's palace itself held no good memories for her.

So there wasn't any overwhelming sense of nostalgia when she looked upon the exterior of the castle- actually, she could count the number of times she's seen these walls with one hand. Perhaps two. 

She was quite alone- there was only the breeze and faint birdsong and...

What.

A red-haired child? 

He looked like Kyle. How upsetting. 

Despite the child's stammered apologies, Ney stared at him in stony, incredulous silence. 

[assassin-in-marlon]

[Finally finished cleaning up the theme!

Although my knowledge on html and css isn't advanced enough to figure out how to not set the main font type to italics so for now enjoy italicized Verdana.]

[Edit:

Fuuuuuuuuuck this.]

[assassin-in-marlon]

[sighs the deepest sigh]

[allenavadonia-archive]

“MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A COCK SUCKING WHORE.”

[assassin-in-marlon]

*gently shooshes the Allen*

*gently shoves sudsy soap into the foul mouth*

*gently shoves in more soap*

[victoriawatsonholmes-blog]

Reblog if you'll roleplay agressive crimes and murders.

[assassin-in-marlon]

All the headcanons for your muse~

ಠ_ಠ

Anything unanswered has already been answered beforehand.

☼ : Childhood headcanon: under reconstruction (Stupid pages vanishing when I changed the stupid theme)

⋆ : Sex headcanon: 

I… er… ok.

If she even has an interest in sexual relationships. Despite her appearances, Ney would enjoy being loved and cuddled and kissed and being treated gently. Because, wow, so much pain in her life already why would she want more in that.

But that’s just what she might like. Maybe she views that as being weak. Given her usual state of mind she’d either be uncaring or even be assertive. 

☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on):

College AU where Ney is an engineering student with slight anger management problems and infrequent habit of downing martinis. That is all. 

Why engineering student? “Ney Marlon, head of Marlon’s engineering battalion”  is why.

☻ : Mood headcanon

Either stone cold ‘no fucks are given, talk to the hand ‘cause the face don’t understand’ or “0k I will deal with this but I don’t particularly care”

Except when it comes to Prim Marlon. 

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☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

[Sorry I had to laugh for a while because the thought of Ney owning a house is hilarious. I mean, she probably doesn’t even bother with real estate.]

Her room, regardless of whether she was in Marlon or Lucifenia, would be quite spartan. The only thing remotely luxurious in Marlon would be the presence of thicker covers, a slightly larger room and access to hot/warm water. 

I think she’d be the type to be rather organised- not that she owns or wants to own many things. If there’s a desk, it might be scattered with a few random things until she puts them away at a later hour.