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Independent RP blog for Vivi Yukino from Mystery Skulls Animated. Check out the About and Rules pages before interacting! No current M!A's Cursor art by arthurtristankingsmen

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Blue Autumn aesthetic

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[archivedblogrp]

Vivi stalks through the halls, but makes no headway in finding the indigo-colored stranger who'd fled from her. She mutters under her breath, a string of increasingly colorful profanities as she grows more and more frustrated with her fruitless search.

Eventually she finds she's stomped herself into a part of the manor that's distinctly different from where she'd been before-- the decor itself is radically different, even setting aside the wild shift in color scheme; but more than that it's the *atmosphere* that's really changed, in a way she can't quite put her finger on. She's not sure where the feeling comes from, but she's oddly certain that the spirit she's looking for isn't going to be found here-- but *someone* is. "Hello?" she calls out. "I know you're there, you might as well be polite and introduce yourself." She knew nothing of the sort, but if the silence called her bluff, well-- at least there'd be no witnesses. [[deepbluevi]]

@deepbluevi

It seems like the mansion is bigger on the inside. Leaving the ruins of the entrance and the blue-coloured part behind, she finds herself in empty hallways. Though dust-free and wellkept, they show signs of misconduct. The wooden floor has deep scratches, here and there the red wallpaper has been ripped and been merely freed from loose parts in the aftermath. No picture, but someone has drawn onto the walls. It looks like childish scribbles. Furniture is sparse and what is there either has the same markings of violence or looks like it was taken from the blue or purple parts of the mansion.

Frenzy has watched the sad display of Lament. Isn't it ironic that the blue monster fears a blue lady? She's not theirs. Frenzy thinks. Not like his memories are that detailed, but he still has a picture, a person in his mind. She's not it. Then again, it has been many years now. Would Vivi still be full of hate? Especially considering that they aren't the same person anymore? But then again, how would she know? Why should she care? Why should he care? The sheer volume of questions leave Frenzy's anchor beating anxiously in his pocket.

Lament awkwardly stutters and then flees. Frenzy can't help feel pleased. But then that woman stomps her foot and turns to his space. Fuckity! Wideeyed, Frenzy watches her come closer and closer. He gives her space, but she intrudes into his again and again. Annoyance starts to course through him. Go away. Go awayGoawaygoaway!

"Polite? I'm not the one intruding into another person's home," the lights flicker around Vivi as Frenzy steps through the wall behind her. The steps echoe loudly on the bare, wooden floor. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, he moves too close too Vivi, glowering down at her. "I mean, having the house owner turn heels and run from you, does not spell 'Welcome', does it? So, little bluebird, will you move or do want me to make you regret your little excursion first?"

[deepbluevi]

The voice that rings out behind her is similar, but not the same as the voice of the other ghost. She turns, lifting her face to meet the stranger’s gaze-- and finds she didn’t lift it high enough, staring at empty space above the collar of a leather jacket. Raising her eyes further, she finds that the resemblance between this spirit and the other begin and end with stature, hair volume, and that voice.

The fashion choices, body language, color scheme-- even the face, or to put a finer point on it the lack thereof, because this new figure has a floating, ember-eyed skull instead-- are about as different as it was possible to be from.

And yet-- there’s a similar air between the two of them. A similar sense of drama and flair; a similar sense of deliberated intimidation, just through overt in-your-face looming, rather than aloof-from-a-distance looming.

Vivi makes her own deliberate choice, and refuses to be intimidated.

She smiles a sugary, sharp-edged smile up at that fearsome glare.

“The sensible thing to do at this point would be to run, wouldn’t it?” she says with a cheerful, conversational tone. “Too bad-- if I cared about being sensible-- or polite for that matter-- half as much as I cared about getting my questions answered, I’d be in a completely different line of work.”

She drops the smile.

“Call me crazy, but something makes me feel like you already know that about me, though. Your pal Babe the Big Blue Ox sure seemed to, and I would just love to know how and why that is.”

[graveyardrabbit]

me, walking into an antique store: I need to find the most haunted items possible

[assassin1513]

✨Winter Witch ❄️

[deepbluevi]

s1lveredw1ngs​:

“The forest is fairly big. I…I could only imagine you walked quite a ways to reach the manor. Even with a guide, the path is winding and long.” Sparrow explained, hoping to answer her question quickly. If he knew Vivi, which he’d hoped he did, she’d want a clear answer no matter what.

The spirit watched her calmly, how she was so gentle in reaching up to touch the small bird. In response to her touch, the bird allowed a musical trill, leaning into the soft scratches and just about glowing in delight. Sparrow gave a soft smile of his own, his wings relaxing from their stiff, totally upright position as she asked her question.

“You may call me ‘Sparrow’. You can…imagine where I got the name.” The angel cleared his throat, refraining from approaching her as he remembered the watering can at his feet. He bent, collecting the metal container by the handle and careful about not spilling too much of the water that was left inside. When he got back up, Sparrow turned to place the tool on the nearby metal rolling cart that housed the rest of his gardening supplies.

“You are welcome to decline the invitation, by the way.” He supplied, turning to Vivi again, “You aren’t bound by anything here.” A tan-skinned hand twitched faintly. There was a small piece of him that wanted to take hold of Vivi, to make sure she really was real and to make sure she did stay. But no, that’d have the opposite effect. Should Sparrow make any undue moves, he feared he would never get a second chance to see Vivi again.

“You know, I think I can see it if I squint. It’s my pleasure, Sparrow. My friends call me Vi and so may you.” She’s still being cautious, giving him a nickname, and yet… 

Each gesture and passing moment made her feel more and more sure that he wasn’t a threat, that he had no ill intent. Maybe she should have been suspicious of how easy he seemed to trust– ironically enough. There were any number of things out there that could put the suggestion that they were safe into a person’s head– but her gut tells her that’s not what’s happening here. She can’t put her finger on why, but experience tells her that she can rely on her instincts when they are this sure of something.

The little bird hops from her shoulder into the cupped palm of her hand and tilts its head at her. Small, delicate spirits like this one didn’t tend to last long in the territory of anything malicious– and her host has one making itself comfortable in his hair.

“I’d love a tour,” she says definitively, and crosses to his side– at a friendly but still sensible distance. “Is that whole manor yours, or just the garden?”

[mxchanical]

@deepbluevi liked for a starter!

Someone had left flowers at his grave. It’s been a long time since that’s happened, and he couldn’t help but to wonder who’d done it. Certainly not Lance, not anymore. And why would he, he had his nephew with him every day again. And Lewis hadn’t even bothered to show up to his funeral... he frowned down at the flowers in his hands as he thought about the possibility that Vivi had left them. He didn’t want to imagine it but it was the only possible answer. And that meant... she still thought of him. Maybe even missed him. He remembers her face at his burial, like all the life had been drained out of her, too. It hurt, he desperately didn’t want to remember her like that. He didn’t want her to remember him either, not at all. Not if it was only going to hurt her.

He hugs the flowers tight to his chest, closing his eyes so that he could imagine it was actually his dear friend in his embrace. He’s walking back from the graveyard with them in his arms— he’d made habit to collect the flowers anyone left for him, to dry them out so they could be preserved forever. But he bumps into something sturdy, something that’s... definitely a person. LED eyes fly open as he backpedals, glowing dimly in the dark of the night. The shape before him, oh god, it can’t be. Arthur retreats farther away, one hand moving to cover his mouth. Oh no, oh no.

“Vivi..?”

[deepbluevi]

There’s absolutely nothing comfortable about the familiarity of the walk between her apartment and the cemetery. A sense of familiarity being discomforting is, in and of itself, deeply uncomfortable. Vivi doesn’t think she can explain it in a way that anyone would really get.

She probably could have explained it to him.

She hates this walk, hates the fact that it’s replaced the walk to the auto shop in her routine. Being reminded of that fact twice in one day absolutely sucks, and to be honest this probably could have probably waited until tomorrow, but–

She’d made this charm just for him, and it hadn’t been anyone’s fault but her own for forgetting to leave it on her first visit. It didn’t feel right not to correct that error, even if she knows he’d never have held it against her.

Her feet have this walk memorized, so she’s not aware that she’s sharing the path until she’s already crashed into someone. In the feeble light of the almost-new moon she doesn’t register what he looks like right away, and she nearly treats him with the polite indifference she’d show a stranger.

But when he says her name he snaps into focus, like a spotlight has been trained on him.

“A–” Her skin flashes hot and cold so rapidly that it makes her stomach lurch. Hope, impossible and horrible, tries to climb up her throat like bile. Can it really be–?

“No–” she breathes. “Artie– Arthur is dead–”

It can’t be him. It isn’t him.

The tenuous swell of hope goes up in flames in an instant, overtaken by sudden, incandescent fury. “Arthur is dead,” she snarls again, trembling. “So who are you, and why the fuck are you wearing his face?”

[deepbluevi]

There isn't much left, but there is a card. A turtle plush rests next to it, minky so it's soft with huge anime eyes and a little blue heart attached to both flippers like it was holding it. The card reads 'You're Turtlely Awesome.' and has another turtle inside riding on a skateboard with a pair of sunglasses donned. Next to it is one of those unfairly large candy heart boxes with the fancy chocolates, and a placard showing which flavor was where. There was also a family box of junior mints.

Vivi smiles, holding the card with one hand while she strokes the incredibly pleasantly fuzzy turtle with the other.

"Nerd," she murmurs to herself, in a voice dripping with warmth and fondness. "Fuckin' dweeb. I'm gonna get you back for this Kingsmen, mark my words."

After she demolishes those Junior Mints, though. The sugar will be excellent scheming fuel.

[deepbluevi]

Arthur stood eagerly outside Vivi's place, a bouquet of lavender bound with s sky-blue ribbon in hand. He'd come over for a pleasant Valentine's Day evening with his lady love~.

Vivi answers the door and doesn't even let him get a word in edgewise before she's planted a quick, sweet little kiss on his lips.

"Hey, you~" she says, beaming. "Happy Valentines day~" She tugs him gently inside, keen on making the most of every second she gets to spend with him.

[deepbluevi]

There is an exalted chirrup of greeting as a silver bird flies in to Vivi's open window. The creature flutters to her nightstand and deposits an impossibly blue tulip onto the wooden surface before taking off again. The tulip has no note or signature, but perhaps Vivi would still appreciate the random gesture?

If the bird and its jewel-bright color wasn't enough to tip her off, the flower it bore would have. She's only ever seen one garden that could have produced a bloom like this one.

She smiles to herself, rubbing her thumb lightly along the smooth, pleasantly waxy outer surface of one petal. What a sap. She'll have to bring him something on White Day-- he'd get a kick out of that, she bets.

[deepbluevi]

A letter.

"Words are hard. They always have been. And everything about our situation is just-- complicated. But when I look at you, it feels so simple. It feels like it could be so easy to hold your hand. To kiss you senseless and run my fingers through your hair as I feel your fingers curl over my back, thread through my shirt. It feels so fucking simple.

But it isn't, and I have to remind myself of that over and over so I don't cross that line. I can't do that to you, but fuck, sometimes I wish I was a little more selfish and I could.

Because every touch is electric, and your eyes sparkle in a way that leaves me breathless. And when you smile everything is simple again. I sometimes look at you and wonder how it'd feel to taste your lips. How it'd feel to hold you close until we're flush to one another. How it'd feel to hear you sigh against my ear. Sometimes my skin tingles with the ghost of your hands and I know I haven't felt them like that, but I can imagine it. And that's wrong, it feels so wrong. Even writing this feels wrong because I'm just making this worse. Maybe for both of us. And I'm sorry. It's so complicated and I shouldn't make you have to sit on this too. Have to feel that ache of yearning if you share it. I guess I just hope-- we wonder the same things. Maybe I'm wrong.

But until then, I can write letters and pretend you don't know who they're from. We can both pretend. But. I just. Need you to know I love you, in my own way, I guess."

It's unsigned.

She wants to be angry, as she reads the letter over for the third time. She wants to be furious, because he's right, and she does wonder, and she does have to sit here with knowledge that he thinks about it too lodged in her heart like a bee's stinger.

God, this man makes her want to make some bad decisions.

Maybe she'd go ahead and just make them if she'd the only one who'd get hurt by it in the end. Getting to have that-- have him, have Them, to be a Them, getting to even pretend they really belonged to each other-- that would be worth however bad she'd feel later--

But it wouldn't be worth what it would do to him.

And even knowing that, she knows there's still some awful part of her that would still say 'fuck it' and swan dive directly into that whirpool, if he'd let her.

She lets her eyes go unfocused and she imagines him letting her-- imagines being able to get drunk on him, on the mirrored but asymmetric feeling of his hands on her waist, her thighs, brushing his thumbs gently under her eyes. Imagines the high point of his pulse under her lips, or the bob of his throat as he swallows a sound (and she imagines that sound, too), or the drum of his heart. She imagines waking up with her head pillowed on his shoulder-- uncomfortably bony, probably, but she wouldn't want to move for anything. Him waking up, his eyes warming from glassy rebooting-please-wait into fond recognition and-- ...love.

She forcibly refocuses her gaze, huffing out a disgruntled breath.

She reads through the letter a fourth time.

[deepbluevi]

*Holds out a flower* Vivi, My love, my light. You make every day brighter and me realize just how gay I am. Would you do me the honor of accepting this token of my affection?

"I will accept it most gracefully~" she offers a sweeping bow and a charming wink, and accepts the flower, tucking it behind her ear. "Always a pleasure to help someone open their eyes."

"Also, who are you, by the way?"

[platinummemes]

It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

[deepbluevi]

Make A Bento For Your Muse!

Vivi:

Faith:

tagged by: I stole it from @bluescarfvivi​ :3

tagging: @nerv0usm3chanic​ @monochrome-lewis​ @punsandfuturekingsmen​ and anyone else who wants to give it a go !

[deepbluevi]

*GrABS YOU* you're such a delight and i'm so proud to know you lacey. You're one of my closest friends and every time i talk to you about things it makes me happy. I love your thoughts, your commentary, and it's fun hearing your sass when i've seen you do the vidya too. you're a smart, funny, creative lady with an equally smart and sassy muse who i also adore, and i'm so so lucky to have you in my life <3

[[ you guys keep being so sweet like this and i'm going to cry so much i'll melt ;x; ]]

[deepbluevi]

I am very happy to have you as my friend and I hope we can continue to be great buddies in the future

YEAH WELL

GUESS WHAT

[viviskull]

waywcrdmemes​:

2021 is almost done and over with!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!