“..what an empty place. I hate it.”
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@deohada-blog
“..what an empty place. I hate it.”
added a verses page !
“I was told that if I made an account on this... Tumblr... thing.. I would more easily advance my research of Nasods and my Dynamos. Perhaps if you were interested in assisting me, you could press that button with a couple of arrows on it..?”
Hey! This is an RP blog for Add from Elsword! He’s slightly canon-divergent and might not be the most accurate portrayal, but if you’d be interesting in sending asks, interacting, roleplaying, or doing other stuff with him, that’d be great! If so, please like and/or reblog so I can check out your blog!
Follows will come from @time-turnover, so check that blog to see if we’re mutuals if you’re all about those. I’ll be somewhat selective, though.
Again, if you give this blog the time of day, or even just skim over this post, thank you!
deohada ;; korean for “add”
x || x || x || x || x
follows and likes will come from @time-turnover
hey ! decided to revive this blog and start fresh. give a quick reblog if you wanna interact with this rascal !
send a ☜ to interact with a younger version of my muse!
deohada ;; korean for “add”
x || x || x || x || x
follows and likes will come from @time-turnover
Send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve.
Whether the reaction be anger or sadness.
Esper who is desperate, who doesn’t care about anything, anyone, not even himself, who works day and night, is out of energy more than he isn’t, who just wants to get it right, who wants to get his mother back
Esper who is on the brink, who has tried for so long, tried so much that each new failure is just a stab in his chest, who is violent, violent, violent when he gets it wrong again
Esper who is tired, who doesn’t bother trying his best anymore because there’s no point, who is lethargic, who seems like just a shell of who he used to be, whose energy is long gone, who is just so, so tired of trying, of wearing himself thin
Esper who is in pain, whose body is deteriorating from the inside, who is always filled with pain, who can’t move without a stab of pain in his gut, without blood pouring up his throat, without his hands shaking, without his whole body feeling wrong
Esper who is always joking, who hides his pain, his past, everything behind a facade of jokes and witty remarks, who toys with others to get a rise out of them. who gave up on the past and is trying to live in the present.
Esper who is a monster, whose first instinct is to destroy when it doesn’t seem right, who is envious, envious, envious, who can’t stand the sight of his other selves, living so much better than he ever did, who wants to see the light leaving their eyes just as it had left his own
Esper who is an actual monster, who had long abandoned his humanity, who is nothing but a husk of darkness, of taint, who is but a shadow traveling through dimensions and leaving them behind as nothing but piles of charred and collapsed remains
Esper who is soft, who realized there is other love than from his mother, who tries his best to make up for doing all the wrong, whose breath stops short when something good happens, who stores all those moments in his heart and uses them to fight the dark, clawing memories wedged inside his mind forever
Esper who is all alone, who wouldn’t think twice about throwing away everything he has and is, just so he could stop feeling so, so cold
Mastermind who is always buried in his research, who hungers to know more, who never ever gets enough, can’t get enough
Mastermind who is cold, who is calculated, who doesn’t let his emotions get in the way of doing anything, who thinks them useless, who wants to be rid of them completely
Mastermind who builds drones, tons of them, who develops an intricate AI chip for Apocalypse, just so the laboratory doesn’t feel so empty all the time, just so he has someone to talk to, just so he has company
Mastermind who is cocky, who knows just how far he had gotten, just how strong he truly is, who doesn’t hesitate showing that he knows, all the time
Mastermind who spends hours upon hours cooped up in his laboratory, numb fingers typing out line and lines of code, who hasn’t slept for over a week, who’s trying his best to create a new AI but who keeps failing, failing, failing, who is irritated at his own incompetence, but who knows he’ll get it eventually. who always did, and will do it again
Mastermind who is curious about everything, to such a morbid degree that he doesn’t even bat an eye at dissecting anything and everything, who wants to know exactly how things work, at any cost
Mastermind who is so, so tired, no matter what he does. whose heath is down in the drain and who can’t do basic tasks without the help of his creations, who had basically traded his health for the sake of creating the best he ever could
Mastermind whose volumes are always up as much as possible, who can’t stand the silence any longer, who needs to have the constant hum and whirring of his computer and drones in the background else he can’t concentate, who can’t stay still when there’s silence for any amount of time, who uses anything available to him to ward it off because he can’t stand the memories of being isolated in the library anymore
Mastermind who keeps cracking sarcastic jokes and quips, whose ego doesn’t allow him to admit he isn’t doing well, who will grin and comment in a snarky tone even if there are bags under his eyes and his limbs feel like lead and all he wants to do is topple over, who
Lusa who does nothing but train, day and night, who wants to be stronger, who never ever wants to be restrained in any way, who can’t shake off the ghost of a memory of the steel collar on his neck, who needs to be stronger
Lusa who revels in the power he has, who enjoys nothing more than feeling the blood of the weaker dripping from his fingers, who wants to feel the adrenatine rush, all the time
Lusa who revels in the feeling of death, whose ultimate pleasure is feeling the warmth draining from his opponent, feeling their blood everywhere, who wants to kill, kill, kill
Lusa whose weakness is Ciel’s cookies, who pouts in half-faux envy at Lu, and whose cheeks go red when he’s pulled into the conversation and handed one of the treats, who won’t say it, but who enjoys the closeness of the elgang
Lusa who is always pushing himself, who is always faced with bigger and bigger threats, who is never quite sure if he can overcome them, whose blood runs cold at the thought that maybe one day he can’t
Lusa who is always listening, even if it looks like he isn’t. who only hesitates a split second before he throws himself in front of an attack, who knows the consequences of not intervening again
Lusa who can’t control himself, who is just as likely to turn and punch the closest person as he is to offer his help to the townspeople, who feels everything a little too much and doesn’t know what to do with it, who knows how to perfectly control his body and the dynamo, but not his mind, never his mind
Lusa who keeps up his visage of being strong, but who feels nothing but. who pushes his limit so he can become what he truly wants, what the others believe him to be, so maybe, one day, he could finally be satisfied with himself
Lusa who is genuinely happy, who had found people that accepted him, who doesn’t regret anything at all, not even for a second
memory meme.
past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories.
❥ — a childhood memory ♣ — a fading memory ✂ — a vivid memory ✖ — a repressed memory ✈ — an eye-opening memory ✤ — a memory that involves romance/love ☤ — a memory of death/loss ✍ — a memory of their mother ☽ — a memory of their father ♘ -- a memory of their sibling(s) ✌ — a memory of a relative ↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened ♚ — a memory of something paranormal ✓ — a sexual memory ♬ — a friend/best friend memory
↖ is now accepting curious anons.
SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR ANGST;
☔: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain
⚡: how my muse calms yours in a lightening storm while they’re pulled over on the side of the road
☆: my muse comforting yours while they get a tattoo
☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse
☯: what my muse says to yours after they haven’t spoken for five hours since a fight
✏: my muse’s letter to yours that they left after they passed away
⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar
✿: my muse’s reaction to leaving a cut on your muse’s body
♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep
⚈: my muse’s reaction to finding drugs in your muse’s handbag
✺: my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club
☠: my muse’s reaction to being told that your muse is missing, and presumed dead
☺: my muse finding yours on the side of the road, hours away from home
✖: the last thing my muse says to yours before leaving for good
⌛: the voicemail my muse leaves on your phone when your muse hasn’t been heard from for the fifth night this week
☕: my muse comforting yours after the death of a loved one
⚱: my muse’s reaction to waking up to yours muse, beaten by mine, but my muse has no recollection of the night before
☉: my muse’s reaction to finding yours in a public bathroom, drugged and almost unconscious
will only accept certain symbols for the time being until there’s more development on the blog ;;
For rpers: reblog if you’re under 18
deohada ;; korean for “add”
x || x || x || x || x
follows and likes will come from @time-turnover