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@beauteous-bullets
LIKE / REBLOG ( preferably ) if you’d be interested in writing with a heavily headcanon based Original character of the BLAZBLUE SERIES. Meet Maso, a well mannered child. But that’s not all he is. He’s actually the Black beast, a creature responsible for a ten long year wake of destruction and death. Now, in a new form after having develop it’s own soul.
Naoto hands Noel a daisy, a slight smile on his face. "Oi. I think you dropped this."
─── 草薙 ─── Lids flicker, confusion written clearly on her visage; no memory of having a flower within her hold. Perhaps she drop it, or maybe this was just a kind gesture. Regardless, she accepts the daisy, a gentle smile etched along her lips.
❝ Thank you very much. I don’t remember picking any flower today, but, this is very pretty.❞
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Emerald optics widen, lower lip quivering upon noticing her poorly constructed poem was no longer within her hold. A faint squeak passes through her lips, hands trembling as a jolt of fear rushes thought her body. Instinctively her entire figure rushes forth, planning on snatching away the sheet from his prying eyes. Although she was not able to reach it in time to prevent him from reading the written context.
❝ Brown tail.
So fluffy. Soft. ❞
Desperately she wish to have constructed a proper haiku, but with such a unnatural talent it looks miserable. Face hot and flustered, no longer could she properly face him. Coming to a complete halt, mind going blank from all the ruch of emotions.Why must this happen?
❝ Please don’t tell anyone about this. I know I’m not very good at writing poetry, so I don’t let anyone know that I do it.❞
Now that things have turned for the worse, her shy nature took over. Almost as if she has a need to apologize for allowing him to gaze upon such mediocre writing.
“Does… does this count as a poem? I’m not good with poetry, but…” Such thoughts were cut off as Noel returned–rushing back to try and take the piece of paper from him; but grasping and taking it from him too late. And then… Fuck. He felt absolutely terrible.
“N-No! I mean–yes, I won’t tell, but…” Dammit. Embarrassed was one thing, but Noel seemed downright mortified. And he felt awful for having put her in that state in the first place. Nnnno sense telling her her poetry wasn’t a huge secret–even if few people ever read them.
“R-Really, it’s fine. So don’t worry so much! You’re doing what you like, so that’s good, right?”
─── 草薙 ─── ❝ Thank you, I just get really embarrassed if anyone reads any of my stuff. I’m not very smart or really good at anything in particular, but I still try my best. Even so, my poems aren’t any good. Still, it’s fun to do it. Just not around anyone. ❞
A little at ease, the tension between the two slowly melts away. Eyelids shut, after her small confession, a tad disappointed in herself for allowing such a thing hinder herself. A brief sigh passes, now thinking of a way to push this behind her. Hues open, lips parting for her to speak.
❝ Maybe one day I’ll have the confidence to read my poems to someone special.❞
ABOUT THE MUN ( Meme )
Was tagged, whoops.
Rules: Repost, not reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!
Name: Andrea Nickname: Crux Age: 23 Faceclaim: Daryl Yan from Guilty Crown Pronouns: She/Her Height: 5′6 Birthday: August 11th Aesthetic: Grunge. Anything Pastel. Flowers. Pretty blonde men. Last song you listened to: Don’t Play - Halsey
Favorite muse(s) you’ve written:
I think my favorite muse of all time was Stocking from Panty & Stocking with Garderbelt. Mostly loved how things were so fun and silly.
What inspired you to take on your current muse ( that you are posting this on ):
NOEL DESERVES LOVE.
What are your favorite aspects of your current muse:
She works really hard on whatever she does, even if it doesn’t end well. To be able to do such things even in the face of failure is very inspiring. Plus she can become pretty kickass.
What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing:
MUSIC.Then again, in the past my depression used to fuel my writing pretty well. That’s way behind me now, so music tends to help boost my mood to write.
Favorite types of threads:
I like all kinds. I just like to write in general, especially with those who enjoy it too. I do have to say that smut is incredibly boring for me. I tend to drop it very quickly.
Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse:
W e l l. It’s like someone once said. What’s worse when it comes to timeline nonsense and complex plot, Blazeblue or Kingdom Hearts? Doing anything plot wise can get a little out of hand, especially when people can be on different levels of the lore. Well Blazblue is no Dark Souls, so it’s not as obscure. I’m too shy to tag anyone, so--
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A weak cough was made, just to add on to her her little sick act. Clenching even tighter to what she was concealing, a gentle whimper pushing forth from her chords. Eyelids shut, inhaling slowly to calm her exterior. Wait. WAIT.
IT’S GONNA RAIN?
If she doesn’t get out of this soon, she really will get sick. She doesn’t wish to burden her friends with such a silly accident.
❝ I should get going then. I don’t wanna get even sicker. Thank you so very much for the advice.❞ Now to make her great escape; backing away slowly until she was out of view. Unfortunately as she did so the single sheet of paper flutters out of her hold, landing carefully on the ground.
Oop. There she goes. Well, no sense in continuing to pester her. It’d just be mean if he kept going. With a shrug and a wave, Saito saw the blonde off. Yet it was after she departed that he saw that white slip of paper sitting in the grass; instantly he knew what it was.
He couldn’t help but stare for a few moments, considering whether he should go through with it or not. Ah… he couldn’t resist! He’d just pretend he never found it when she came by again–so long as she thought no one had ever read it, it would be fine. But this was kind of a rare opportunity–considering how Noel almost never let people see her poetry.
He snatched the paper up off the ground and spread it out to read what she had written. While checking every so often to make sure she wasn’t coming back to search for it.”
Emerald optics widen, lower lip quivering upon noticing her poorly constructed poem was no longer within her hold. A faint squeak passes through her lips, hands trembling as a jolt of fear rushes thought her body. Instinctively her entire figure rushes forth, planning on snatching away the sheet from his prying eyes. Although she was not able to reach it in time to prevent him from reading the written context.
❝ Brown tail.
So fluffy. Soft. ❞
Desperately she wish to have constructed a proper haiku, but with such a unnatural talent it looks miserable. Face hot and flustered, no longer could she properly face him. Coming to a complete halt, mind going blank from all the ruch of emotions.Why must this happen?
❝ Please don’t tell anyone about this. I know I’m not very good at writing poetry, so I don’t let anyone know that I do it.❞
Now that things have turned for the worse, her shy nature took over. Almost as if she has a need to apologize for allowing him to gaze upon such mediocre writing.
Looks gross, but I’m trying.
Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.
Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends
I MADE ACTUAL FRIENDS DOING THIS BEFORE
PLEASE DO THIS I WANT FRIENDS
Talk to the Bepo
Hello..
I’m actually so friendly okay
Yes always! Just send me a message or something :)
Umm of course!
Yes yes yes! Hello!
hi there.
Yes, please.
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HE’S GETTING CLOSER.
The time is now, to act and hide this unholy chaos. He must not know that she was carelessly writing about Makoto’s tail. Sliding both arms behind herself, she attempts to look calm. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF PANDAS, DO NOT LOOK.
❝ I don’t have anything—
Yes, I’m a little sick! That’s why I’m getting some fresh air. Tsubaki recommend I stepped outside to help. ❠
What a lie, dragging her own friend into it. All for the sake of withholding her own hobby as a secret. The last time anyone gazed upon her work it left her in a flustered state for hours.
Darn. She was hiding it. He wasn’t going to get to look at it just like that; Hell she might even try to run before she’d give it over. He might have to wait for an opportunity. Thus, he would step back, hands moving to join behind his head. At least Noel’s embarrassed face was something to see.
“Hnnnn… Well, sleeping and drinking plenty of fluids is also another way to get better. It’s meant to rain sometime soon. Soooo…” Was it meant to rain? He didn’t know, he hadn’t actually checked any forecast. For now he was focusing on having a bit of fun at Noel’s expense.
Still, pushing her too far would be mean; he’d probably have to let up soon.
A weak cough was made, just to add on to her her little sick act. Clenching even tighter to what she was concealing, a gentle whimper pushing forth from her chords. Eyelids shut, inhaling slowly to calm her exterior. Wait. WAIT.
IT’S GONNA RAIN?
If she doesn’t get out of this soon, she really will get sick. She doesn’t wish to burden her friends with such a silly accident.
❝ I should get going then. I don’t wanna get even sicker. Thank you so very much for the advice.❞ Now to make her great escape; backing away slowly until she was out of view. Unfortunately as she did so the single sheet of paper flutters out of her hold, landing carefully on the ground.
@beauteous-bullets continued from X
Holy crap, he was right? Not just about the source of those awkward sounds, but about the poetry being the cause as well, if that sheet she didn’t seem to want him looking at was any indication. A knowing smile crossed his face, and he closed the distance between them. Tryiiing to peek in at what might be written on the page without being too obvious about it. A task that, if she was guarding it as closely as one might suspect, could prove difficult.
“Mmmm? It is a pretty nice day out, yeah. Though with how your face looks, you seem like you might have a cold. Whatcha got there though?“
HE'S GETTING CLOSER.
The time is now, to act and hide this unholy chaos. He must not know that she was carelessly writing about Makoto's tail. Sliding both arms behind herself, she attempts to look calm. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF PANDAS, DO NOT LOOK.
❝ I don't have anything—
Yes, I'm a little sick! That's why I'm getting some fresh air. Tsubaki recommend I stepped outside to help. ❠
What a lie, dragging her own friend into it. All for the sake of withholding her own hobby as a secret. The last time anyone gazed upon her work it left her in a flustered state for hours.
i think i might just turn this into a Noel/Mu-12 blog.
Casual, awkward Noel sounds off in the distance.
“I recognize that sound. Sounds kinda like when she has her poetry read out loud…” If it was poetry night he had to get in on that, if only to see how embarrassed and red Noel could get! In the meantime, though…
“Hey Noel?! You out there?!”
Hands clench tightly to the single sheet of paper that held yet another one of her poorly written poems. Still, her dedication to the art only pushed her to create more. Such a tragic scene it was, out in the open reviewing her own work. Suddenly a familiar voice hits her eardrums, diverting her attention away from her own acts of prevision. Oh no. Did she get caught reading out loud? Regardless, she addresses the situation with a smile, a rose hue clearly on her visage.
❝ Y-Yes, I am! I was just enjoying some fresh air. ❞
More like hiding the fact she was practicing her hobby OUTSIDE.
Not used to drawing digital. So I kinda went with a simple style to practice coloring. So much mistakes, aggggggggh.
“BABE” (Mun's choice)
NOEL
We kissed by accident:[] continue kissing[X] smile[X] awkward[] walk away[] be like wtf [] kiss you backIf you hugged me:[] hug you back[X] let you[] hug you heaps more[] push you awayWould I date you?[] yes[] no[X] maybe[] probably[] already haveYou should:[X] text me[] get in my bed now[X] talk to me more[X] come see me [] leave me alone!
Inbox. “BABE” and I’ll answer (IC)
We kissed by accident: [] continue kissing [] smile [] awkward [] walk away [] be like wtf [] kiss you back If you hugged me: [] hug you back [] let you [] hug you heaps more [] push you away Would I date you? [] yes [] no [] maybe [] probably [] already have You should: [] text me [] get in my bed now [] talk to me more [] come see me [] leave me alone!
Witnessing a lot of Kagura lately. Unsure if that’s a good or bad thing. Positive vibes only.
-Drops Kagura's name - [Mun's choice on who ranks him]
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)
This is poor lil’ Noel, she’s still pretty pure under the sexual department.
Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)
💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
