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So please follow me there if you wish to interact with Ana!
I will be continuing her threads on that blog within the next few days. Thanks for having followed me here and I hope to see you there~
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Five chrome windows open. Only missing two blogs being open, Otoya and Cecillia. Though, still wondering if Amber wants Cecillia.
//Well, I can give it a shot, I did say I'd take it. I'll figure out what to do with her
//Five drafts...
least it's only five drafts and not the 30 I used to have, aha.
I think I'm gonna update the blog first though.
...Tomorrow.
And then do drafts. Yeah that sounds good. I'll be baaack
"Well, even though we debuted and everything, this was only one year and we still have school to continue. So there will probably be more songs coming out soon" he told Ana with a smile, slowly sitting back as a waiter had come with menus, handing both of them one. "Well, like I said, I'm covering for the both of us so don't feel bad about ordering anything you want." he reassured her, slowly looking at his own menu to pick something to eat.
She nodded as she listened to him talk, even though he hadn't said much. "You have come quite a way in such a short while..." It was more of a spoken thought than something she'd actually meant to say, but it slipped out as she mindlessly glanced over the menu. "It will be interesting to watch you progress from here." After a few moments she set the menu down, having already decided what to order. "Thank you for treating me, but I would love to return the favor sometime."
okay so i’m going to just make a post about being a selective RP’er and if you’re going to be judgmental and offensive about it i suggest you get the fuck out. so not only have i seen (and received) an influx in anon hate i’ve also the primary reason for it being because RP’ers are stating...
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13.Masato had been busy with work for quite a while now, but she was patient in waiting for a time to see him again. At least, for a little while.Patience turned to loneliness and she found herself fiddling with her phone constantly, wondering if she should message him, or call him, or simply turn on the TV to check if he was immediately busyShe flipped open the phone and dialed his number, praying he'd pick up. He didn't though, so she left a voicemail."Hijirikawa-san, I know you are likely busy, but, I am deciding that tonight is date night. I hope to hear a response from you soon."
//Sooo... I know I just came back but I'm gonna be busy up until sunday so I won't be here much. Might do asks if I get them but I'll save my current threads and plotting for after the con. Which is Anime North, by the way, if I know anyone going. I'm not going inside but I'll be outside all three days, alone on Friday but on Saturday and Sunday you can find me next to the giant inflatable dragon outside. Don't ask, you'll know it when you see it. I'll either be in normal clothes but with a bright pink bandana on my head, or I'll be in shuffle-unit Reiji Kotobuki from Utapri cosplay. Not sure if I want to wear it yet or not... Anyways, be back later.//
Send me a ♥ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.
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Pwease reblog if I can leap into your askbox without ever having talked to you
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"Murderer!"
19. My muse will impale you on an object of choice then display you for all to see.
☁~ She hadn’t been friends with the girl too long, but Analise was fairly fond of the girl she’d managed to befriend. Fond of the bonds she’s managed to form, of the life she was leading… The life Ana was going to end.
But this one deserved special treatment. She had loved ones, important people that would miss her if she was gone. Ana wouldn’t keep her as a trophy, no, not for herself. The others could have her back.
There really was no better place to invite her than to her home’s personal library; that might have been why she’d managed to make her acquaintance in the first place. Ana’s parents liked to collect books from many places which maaay have been something the cloud had used to her advantage. Today was one of those days where Tokiko sat in Ana’s library and the cloud showed the idol something she hadn’t seen on the previous visit.
This time, though, that wasn’t a book; once Ana managed to drag the girl out of her library, she brought her to the front of the house to peruse the statues out front. It was getting dark out, so the other was protesting that she should leave, but Ana insisted this was special, something that perhaps Tokiko would like to see, even in the dark. Thank goodness she’d lost track of time in the library and stayed this late.
Once she had led her prey to the spot she’d chosen for her dirty work, Tokiko found there was nothing there. Only a silent Ana claiming “It is not where it should be, how odd. Please wait here a moment…”
It was at this point Ana put her powers to work, draining the air out of Tokiko’s lungs. She gasped, or tried to, and Ana came rushing back to check if it was okay. Good thing she’d been taking acting lessons from the others, but then again the cloud was good at maintaining her cool in any situation. Tokiko motioned to show she was choking, and Ana made it look like she was trying to help, even though she wasn’t. Every time the girl took a breath, Ana took it away again, suffocating her. She turned blue, then collapsed, hands still at her neck attempting to get air. She wasn’t dead yet, not quite. Ana had a plan for the final nail in Tokiko’s coffin.
She giggled quietly, and lifted the body on air, the air Tokiko could not manage to get into her lungs, and smiled. “Almost at your limit, correct? It is interesting to see how humans react to life without air; it is difficult, is it not?” Ana spoke while leading the body beside her, Tokiko still struggling in midair, occasionally managing to get some air in her lungs but only because Ana wanted to keep her right at the edge of her life.
They came around front, the darkness masking their presence as Ana moved her hands, levitating the body over the entrance to her own mansion. Medium wrought-iron gates with spires at the sides were open, and soon Tokiko was hovering over one of those spires.
"I would ask you for your final words, but I do not believe you would be able to give them… I hope you enjoyed your life, my friend." With the calmest smile Ana had ever worn, she relinquished the cushion of air Tokiko had been floating on, causing her to fall on the spire. There was no scream, only a squelch and the cracking of bones as the iron rammed through her body. Ana gave her hard work a nod, and went inside to bed.
That morning she went outside, saw the body and screamed; a nearby neighbour came running and saw the sight, calling the police. Ana, however, called all of Tokiko’s friends, telling them where she’d found her, some of them coming even before the police did to console the cloud on the horrific sight she’d seen that morning. The cloud did most of the consoling though, working her way into the minds of the crying friends Tokiko had left behind.
They wouldn’t be away from her for long. ~☁
Murderer!
13. My muse will cut your muse until they bleed to death.
☁~ It was handy that her target seemed to sometimes have those knives around, although she wasn’t sure why he did. Their friendship was nice, but Ana knew her purpose. She was a cloud, a storm, the oncoming death of those the lightning and thunder chose, small and unfit for her purpose yet deadly all the same.
It was on a walk, this time, that she decided to claim this victim. The weather had been nice until then, but Ana thought a storm might be a bit more fitting than the sunny day they’d been given, and quickly changed up the weather. Unprepared, they took shelter, but not before a particular gust of directed wind caused Yosuke’s kunai loose from his clothes. As he turned to retrieve it though, the wind blew it away…and again…until it landed near Ana’s foot.
They may have been in public, but the park had been all but vacated once the storm had hit, and Ana took the chance. He was quick, but she was quicker, grasping the knife and lunging at him fiercely. No words were given, only cut after cut, ripping his clothes and skin in a mad frenzy.
If he was saying anything, she took no note of it, only making a move to cut up his lips, his face, until blood poured from his ears and eyes. She wouldn’t give him the honor of a reason; he wouldn’t understand it, anyways. No one would.
She kept cutting, and cutting, blood staining the grass of the park they were in, a bench with an awning but a few meters away. The rain was quickly draining the blood away from the body, but it kept coming out, more and more as she cut in deeper and deeper. Soon any movements he made were weaker and weaker until he stopped moving completely. Still, she didn’t stop cutting. Not yet. She had more than enough time.
"I would have liked, perhaps, to keep you clean…but what must be done for the skies must be done. Still, I believe I shall keep you with the others…" All the blood loss must have made him lighter, as picking him up was easy, but soon the wind was with her as she floated them up to the clouds. ~☁
Murderer!
5. My muse drowns yours in the bathtub.
☁~ Ahh, what a nice time it had been, leading the human on. So much, in fact, that she’d managed to get him to take a bath with her. Not that that was difficult, after the things they’d already done together.
At least, up until this point, she’d kept her secret.
"Masato… I hope you’re enjoying yourself~" The cloud said in her usually calm voice, her back to him leaning on his chest, his arms around her. She was comfortable, and now in one of her elements was the perfect time to strike. "Would you like me to wash your hair?"
Analise turned around, her hands reaching to his shoulders. “You need to get it wet, first…” She smirked, starting to push him down into the water. He complied, as she expected; he was much to easy to get close to. After a few kind words he’d been duped, enough to even consider them friends a year after they’d first spoken with no contact. Weaving her way into his life; was this how the storm clouds worked? Picked the ones they were drawn to, and picked them off?
As Masato tried to come back out of the water, she held him down. She felt his struggle, and grinned; oh how she’d longed for this moment. But this was perfect; despite her tiny frame and weak human limbs, she could control the water around him. It also forced him down, to which she still felt him struggling. How foolish. He would only sink further like that.
Her hands stayed at his shoulders, his hands clawing at her, leaving scratches at her shoulders with his nails, and at her waist, wherever he could reach, but nothing would pull him out of the water now. No, she wanted this too much to relinquish her hold - even once she’d removed her hands, he was still trapped, the water above him too dense to let him escape. The cloud leaned on the edge of the tub, watching his struggle. Soon his movements ceased, and he floated to the bottom limply. Oh how lovely.
She’d keep him, probably, a trophy she could hide in the clouds and call her own, so no one could have him; not Starish, not his family, not anyone. No one but her.
After a while of letting him soak, she lifted him to lean on the back of the tub, and began to wash his hair. ~☁
Put "Murderer!" In my ask box and a I'll generate a number to write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Since I found a meme of similar premise that was rather disappointing, I decided to make my own. Many of these prompts involve gore and torture. Some scenarios are of my own creation, others are inspired by serial killers and horror literature. I’m sorry for being such a fucked up individual and gaining pleasure from thinking about these. But I’m really not. 1-20
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ooc: so much murdering going on on my dash...
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Send me a ≡ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly hugging them very tightly.
"It has been a long time." Cecil smiled a somewhat vacant smile, sliding an arm around her shoulders to return the hug. "Tell me, what was your name again?"
Cecil took note of her reaction and removed his hand from her body, blinking his emerald eyes several times before replying. “Not at all, you didn’t know I had forgotten. It was inexcusable on my behalf, I hope you will forgive me, Ana.”
She shook her head. "No, it is fine, really. It has been much too long since I last approached you, I hope you can forgive me." She came out of her curtsey and smiled, although now finding herself with her mouth open and no words; what was there to talk about? She closed her mouth and pouted.
Best to go for a default option rather than nothing at all. "How have you been?"
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