my blood is black

"I hate, hate, hate everyone. But that's okay, I can use my screams to blow them all away. I bet dead people are a lot easier to get along with."

[blackbloodedterror]

   "No one's there, Ragnarok -- Maybe once today you could listen a little."

[blackbloodedterror]

Does black blood taste like red blood?

"To know that, I would’ve needed to try my own blood — Ragnarok wouldn’t be very happy about that… He’d probably pull on my tongue, or — or use bloody needle inside my stomach. Can you imagine how badly that would hurt? I might not walk for days, I could be sick for weeks, months—”

      “Not to mention tasting blood altogether makes my throat all tight and make me want to puke.”

[blackbloodedterror]

"... Lost barely even begins to cover it." 

[cratur-deactivated20130814]

[blackbloodedterror]

[demogorgs]

Promotes my muses.

Molly Hooper.

Tess.

[blackbloodedterror]

  Speak, moron, speak! Everyday he watched his friends, his dearly beloved companions and classmates, converse as if the interaction was nothing… It is nothing. That’s what normal people did, wasn’t it? Talk?

“… Decorating’s nice— Making a house your own, that must be really calming.” Well, that at least sounded mildly casual. With a meek smile resting momentarily on his lips, Crona swept curious eyes over the flower’s home, her features.

“My room is pretty bare, but I like it that way. A bed, a window— I don’t need too much more.”

[withoutascent-deactivated201308]

“Mhmm, it is quite calming to set up a house to your liking…”

With a small nod Tsubaki moseyed her way past the Meister and headed toward the kitchen area of the small house, remembering why she had invited Crona over in the first place.

“Only a bed and a window? Doesn’t that feel a little…Empty?”

Glancing over her shoulder to the other the weapon’s features seemed almost…Concerned—She knew Crona didn’t have the best set up, but she assumed it would have a bit more than that to actually make it feel roomy..

[blackbloodedterror]

"Empty? No, no, I think I like it empty! It gives me lots of room to think, and-- And somewhere to sit!"

In accent of his frenzied speech, the meister waved both palms emphatically before his chest, eyes pried open by translucent digits of panic. This was not the way to make friends, he just knew it.

Breath left him a shuddered sigh-- He would just calm down, then everything would work out for the best. Reassessing the connotation of his friend's tone-- Concern, genuine care-- A light smile lifted at petal lips. 

"You're not worried about where I'm staying, are you?-- You guys let me live here in the first place,  that's way too much to begin with."

[blackbloodedterror]

woah i'm back with a bazillion new followers

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[moffpup]

“I’ve…  Come to make a deal.”

[blackbloodedterror]

[blackbloodedterror]

Guilt, like the nagging pull of thread, sewed his lips shut into a frown of quiet contemplation. Time taught him so few things as Maka did, and out of the lessons he had acquired, Crona knew that friendship…

       Bonds…

Had their consequences.

“No. No they don’t—” This is what she wanted to hear, wasn’t it? “Just… You all make friends so easily— You do it without even thinking about it.” Awkward hands began to fiddle mindlessly at what raven cloth he could accumulate between his fingers, shadowed eyes wandering aimlessly across the plain of his dearest friend’s features.

“— Everyone is here is meant to be friends with each other. You’re all meisters— This is your academy, this is where you’re supposed to be. Maybe that’s why they don’t like me— People still think I’m weird.”

[the-grigori-scythe-meister-deac]

Maka sighed looking to the ground in deep thought. She needed to find a way to explain things to him. “Well, Crona, all friendships take work. Though it might seem as though I make friends easily, is not true. Black*Star and I took a bit of time before we got as close as we are now, along with Kid.” She looked back up to him, “Time and patience is key.”

“It’s your academy too, Crona. You’re a mesiter as well, just a unique one with your own special talents.” She gave him a thin smile, “Everyone is weird in their own way, even me. If we were all the same, all normal, it would be a boring world to live in wouldn’t it?”

[blackbloodedterror]

What more could he do than nod? Accepting of these statements, yes, certainly he did so with as much gusto as he could muster-- Any word from Maka's tongue was law, divine grace that sought through and wove deep into the thread of his mind... She was so wise for being so young.

So kind.

"Kid and Black*Star-- They're also very kind to me, since the day I stepped foot here. Even after all I did to them-- How badly I almost hurt Kid..." Don't go down this path, Crona. You won't accomplish anything by rambling. "Being a meister like me is so different, nobody else has to live with their weapon inside their body-- Lady Medusa always told me it made me a lot more powerful, that having Ragnarok in my veins was a good thing."

"Being smart and strong doesn't make you weird, Maka. A lot of people think you're-- Uh- Great."

[blackbloodedterror]

“Yeah— Sure, okay.”

When would he get another opportunity like this? Excusing even the confidence required to speak with the doctor which he betrayed, it was infrequent the two were at all alone. Speak, moron— Speak. “Professor Stein, sir… Your future— Do you think it’s bright? Or are you scared?— Even— At all.”

[xalwaysclockwise]

“Hm..?” The doctor responded with a grunt, taking another slow, dull drag from his cigarette and exhaling the toxic fumes in the other direction, pensive. “…hm. ..well, Chrona, in the right light… it certainly is brighter than my past.” He mused; the most accurate response he could muster.

[blackbloodedterror]

Very little was known about the bespectacled meister-- At least, in Crona's eyes. So many secrets within those fumes and stitches, so many questions unanswered. With an awkward hand running over his forearm, he blinked slow, swallowing hard on the nervous lump in his throat.

"... What makes you say that?" He began quietly, "If you don't mind me asking-- I mean, I could take it back. I've heard people do that before, just take it back and it won't even matter."

[blackbloodedterror]

  Being alone with anyone— Well, that wasn’t exactly an option, considering the unrelenting weight seated just within his veins… But excluding such an aspect, Crona, wide eyed and curious, was alone with one of his dearest friends.

How terrifying.

“That’s kind of what I don’t understand— It was a long time ago— Way too long ago for me to even bring up, but…”

Maybe he should just drop the topic entirely. Forcing a meek smile to his lips, he trailed after weapon, sweeping his gaze along the home he was being permitted into.

                         What should he say? — Something polite?

“Lovely house— I like your — furniture.”

Smooth.

[withoutascent-deactivated201308]

Every now and then Tsubaki took a glance to the boy—Making sure he wasn’t falling behind too far and that he was okay and such, since, she knew he was known to be a little…Timid.

Once they’d actually reached the home the chain-scythe opened up the door for the swordsman and ushered him inside, her hand falling away from the other’s now, a soft smile set to her features as hands clasped behind her back.

“O-oh—Thank you, I did most of the decorating…”

[blackbloodedterror]

Speak, moron, speak! Everyday he watched his friends, his dearly beloved companions and classmates, converse as if the interaction was nothing... It is nothing. That's what normal people did, wasn't it? Talk?

"... Decorating's nice-- Making a house your own, that must be really calming." Well, that at least sounded mildly casual. With a meek smile resting momentarily on his lips, Crona swept curious eyes over the flower's home, her features.

"My room is pretty bare, but I like it that way. A bed, a window-- I don't need too much more."

[hiraito-deactivated20221104]

[blackbloodedterror]

30 Days of Character Development

Day Seven: Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why? 

There is so much Crona would do anything to erase. Unlike most people, his haunted memories plague and wear him down, and ridding his mind of them would at least ease the burden.

Out of all the horrors he caused, his primary regrets would either almost mortally wounding Soul, or betraying Stein and Marie.

With Soul, now that they are friends, the thought of his life almost being ended by Crona's hand-- It kills him. Especially considering how close him and Maka are.

But, the Stein and Marie case is different. Everyone trusted and accepted him, and he still turned his back on all of them. Did what Medusa wanted. Out of fear? Duty? He doesn't really know. 

And though he has redeemed himself on all counts, the guilt will rest on him until the day he dies.

[nidalee]

[blackbloodedterror]

mu blood is red

“That makes us very different— See.”

“Mine has always been black.”