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I want to take a little bit of time to say HAPPY HOLIDAYS to everyone! I hope that you all make plenty of warm memories and stay safe. Although my activity will be spotty all across the board since today and the next two days will be quite eventful offline, I’ll mainly be around HERE whenever I’m online during these next few days. I will pop in on others, but I’ll primarily be there. As for my most updated ( still missing one muse ) list of muses, that can be found HERE. I’ll be able to focus more on all of them again ( save for Chris since I’m taking a break ) starting on Sunday.

#{ reblogging myself! }#{ Out of Games }

( @chocoholicsinner )

Unnecessary inconveniences are best disposed of with haste when utterly incapable of amusing the exceptionally insightful one. Although dangling undesirables above a seemingly bottomless bin is always an available option, would it not be far more fulfilling to force some unsuspecting civilian to deal with those disposable creations instead? To see what delicious reactions could be solicited from them? In this case, it is an uneaten chocolate bar - undoubtedly wrapped with care - that must be discarded, and some insignificant passerby is already heading in his direction. It is more likely than not that he moves not with the intention of approaching him, but with a hidden drive to venture to territory that is miles behind the perceptive sovereign. Yes, it is HE who will soon be made to rid the duplicitous king of his trash. Besides, humans enjoy sweetened delights, don't they?

❝ HERE.

Take it, and do what you will with it.

Give it to some kid or eat it yourself.

Either way, I'm done with it. ❞

#chocoholicsinner #ca threads #{ hello! hope this works! ^.^ }

( @fleurite )

As enlightening as those impenitent scientists certainly weren't, a plethora of queries that each covet a suitable answer vociferously refuses to cease pestering the malefic entity. Although it is not as if he genuinely feels compelled to satisfy them in a timely manner, he resolves to do so the moment chocolate locks and icy irises are spotted by ever vigilant optics.

❝ Hey.

Got a second to explain a few things? ❞

#fleurite #{ hello! hope this works! ^.^ }#ca threads

( @eyesbehind )

Aside from effortlessly conveying a sense of urgency, frantically spoken phrases accomplish nothing at all as they hold no significance whatsoever. How exceedingly fragile and fleeting is the bittersweet existence of one belonging to mankind. Why waste time on negligible issues when there is always an abundance of pleasurable experiences to be pursued? Instead of bothering to feign concern as an impish puppeteer - one accustomed to mercilessly toying with the strings of humanity - would surely do, he simply challenges her intellect.

❝ Does it really matter? ❞

#eyesbehind #ca threads #{ hello! hope this works! ^.^ }

( @karagu )

MUNDANE.

Preoccupied pedestrians that deliberately neglect those deemed to be entirely unfamiliar or incapable of satiating mortal cravings and towering structures that unabashedly attempt to obscure the blinding sphere of heat that almost appears to be stapled to the seamless expanse hovering overhead are but two of the vivid sights that crimson pools have been met with since the capricious sovereign's arrival. Neither are unique characteristics of this pretentious city as they can be observed by those living in what currently remains of New York City - otherwise known as Hellsalem's Lot. Yet, he is well aware of the fact that there are concealed treasures just waiting to be unearthed by restless appendages, and he has every intention of using that to his advantage. Still, must it really take so long for them to be discovered?

❝ What exactly does ANYONE do for fun here? ❞

#karagu #ca threads #{ hope this works! ^.^ }

Hey everyone! I’m Amanda, and I’ll be portraying the group’s Despair. I’ll primarily be account hopping tonight, but this can be LIKED for a starter.

#ca rp ad #{ Out of Games }

Where to begin? Actually Santa would rather not. You are not nice at all but Santa has a job and he must get paid so have A GOLDEN CROWN. It reflects your ego perfectly. ♥

❝ Doesn't choosing NOT to kill people while I'm here count as being nice? You can't honestly tell me that that ISN'T something to be grateful for. ❞

#memento-tv #{ A N S W E R E D. }#{ looks like both of my muses ended up on his bad side. XD }

✄

Our choices are revealing...

Make my muse choose!

✄:Creativity or Talent

❝ Creativity.

As long as someone is capable of coming up with GOOD IDEAS - ones that will motivate them, the rest is sure to follow through. ❞

#weakester #{ A N S W E R E D. }#{ thanks for sending this! }

❊

Our choices are revealing...

Make my muse choose!

❊:Wealth or Ambition

❝ Ambition.

As long as you have the drive, you have the POTENTIAL to do anything. Even become wealthy. As it is, humans think too much of money. If you have the means, you can just TAKE what you want. ❞

#shoukougvn #{ A N S W E R E D. }#{ thanks for sending this! }

☄

Our choices are revealing...

Make my muse choose!

☄:Strength or Intelligence

❝ Everyone is better off with BOTH.

If it has to be one, then intelligence. ❞

#a-tragedy-really #atragedyreally #{ A N S W E R E D. }#{ thanks for sending this! }

{ YOUNG KING }:

The way he spoke set her even more on edge, she didn’t like fights. Though, this person, they seemed like they thrived on the chaos, the death, the danger of it all. She let him finish speaking before she glanced away, in the distance, she saw some of those creatures coming her way, this person wasn’t going to babysit her. She needed to hide, or if she didn’t have time, fight. The wind blue suddenly, her hair blowing back making her eyes seem even brighter, at the moment, his red wasn’t as beautiful as it could have been.

“ I am Anna Kushina of HOMRA. The third king, the RED KING. “ She stopped, wondering if she should continue, she decided against it before speaking.

“ If you really are curious, or aren’t satisfied with my answer, do you happen to have any food? “ She smiled slightly before continuing. “ Because you’re right, i’m not human. “

By this time, the creatures had gotten closer, and Anna found herself confused, how had they been able to move so fast? She felt her power surge through her, and she understood, she was in danger, though the cause, she could not determine. “ May I ask why your eyes are red? “

Before waiting for an answer, she activated her power, she didn’t like those things, zombies, they annoyed her, but they made her feel in danger.

“ I don’t particularly like fighting, but those things are not human. “

She watched as the force incinerated the group that was coming, and she calmed herself before looking at the stranger again, eyebrows raised she asked. “ Who are you? “

while the prominence of this entirely unfamiliar organization may currently be questionable, the conviction that primarily allowed its name to be uttered so smoothly certainly suggests that the mannerly girl is quite PROUD of it. perhaps its accomplishments are aplenty or her colleagues are exceedingly reputable, which are both reasonable sources of dignity. although memorable, the fact that she belongs to such a group is nowhere near being as riveting as the one that is confidently revealed immediately thereafter. despite being acquainted with a female member of a coterie of puissant potentates - the very one that he is involved with himself, it is indescribably unusual for one to encounter someone from her gender bearing the title of 'king'. especially one of her stature.

yet, action is quickly placed behind spoken words as her power instigates the elimination of cannibalistic attackers. a rather faint yet still detectable smile of satisfaction slyly attaches itself to his visage whilst crimson optics welcome a glimmer of delight. fortunately for her, she has just proven herself to be of much use - to truly be worth his time.

❝ your reason is the same as mine. i’m NOT human. ❞

though tempted to see if she is willing to hazard a guess - to try to correctly determine what he is, he ultimately refrains from doing so for a reason that cannot be grasped.

❝ i've been called different things, and i never reveal my true name. i’ve made a few exceptions, but i don’t plan on making more. i’m known as the King of Despair. ❞

#redking #mmtv threads

Our choices are revealing...

Make my muse choose!

♕: Power or Peace

✄: Creativity or Talent

✿: Rest or Play

☄: Strength or Intelligence

❊: Wealth or Ambition

☢: Freedom or Safety

✚: Faith or Fearlessness

♥: Family or Friends

✖: Hurt or Be Hurt

#{ ask box things! }#{ meme day~ }#{ i'll continue with drafts momentarily~ }

NAME OR ALIAS: Amanda PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She / Her MUN FACECLAIM: Tomoyo Kanzaki from Inou Battle wa Nichijou-kei no Naka de YOUR PERSONALITY TYPE: Mediator ( INFP-T ) BIRTHDAY: May 27 ZODIAC: Gemini / The Twins The Rooster ( Chinese ) TIME ZONE: PST FAVORITE STRANGE SNACK: I can't think of a /strange/ snack, but I do like Gyoza and Calamari. Not together, though. DREAM PET: Hedgehog or Fox IF YOU WERE A FICTION CHARACTER, WHAT KIND OF CHARACTER WOULD YOU BE?: I'd be an immortal queen capable of using magic. While I probably wouldn't be an antagonist, I also wouldn't be a protagonist. YOUR FAVORITE MUSE AND WHY?: Since I've had a ton of muses and I couldn't possibly pick one, I'll mention three. My top favorite is currently The King of Despair, because words cannot describe how much I love the character. Two of my other favorites that I've had are Mikoto Misaka from Toaru Majutsu no Index / Toaru Kagaku no Railgun and Amu Hinamori from Shugo Chara. I have an undying appreciation for both. Just for fun, I'll throw in a few more: Victoria Grayson from Revenge, Sister Mary Eunice from AHS, Caroline Forbes from The Vampire Diaries, Clover from Totally Spies!, Sayaka Miki from PMMM, Mint Aizawa from Tokyo Mew Mew, and Saruhiko Fushimi from K.

#{ out of games }#{ about the mun. }#{ i'll reblog this on izaya as well. }

{ ??? }:

{ @desesverain }

The young red king glanced over hesitantly at the person approaching her, their face, it looked scary. But his eyes, the red of his eyes was vibrant. Almost as vibrant as her own, and that scared her. She couldn’t use her powers the way she wanted to, and what she had been given was useless for the time being. Instead of running, she looked at him, her eyes meeting his, and spoke.

“ Hello, “ she paused, trying to hide her uneasiness. “ Is there anything I can do for you? “

She wanted to leave, to simply run away, if she could use her aura, she would summon her wings and fly away. She took a deep breath, and looked once again at him, she couldn’t back down. She needed to survive and find someone who could become an ally, maybe if he didn’t kill her, they could become friends, and ally’s.

U n l i k e l y.

Though his appearance presumably awakens an unignorable feeling of discomfort, she somehow manages to prevent herself from fleeing. This commendable act of valor warrants the ephemeral abandonment of malefic intentions. Uninhibited inquisitiveness is consciously permitted to influence his speech, and little to no time is squandered in exercising its control. Her forced politeness does not go unacknowledged as an indecipherable smile - surely exhibiting nothing other than unshatterable confidence - smoothly acquaints itself with his visage. Naturally, the timely emergence of comprehensible words from contorted lips disrupts its rest.

❝ Hey there. Actually, there is something that you can do. I have a question that I want answered, and you're the only one who can do the job. Your eyes. Red isn't what I'd call a normal color when it comes to HUMAN eyes. I'm sure there's some story behind yours. I already have a few guesses of my own, but picking one without being sure won't satisfy me. So, I want you to tell me WHAT you are. ❞

#redking #mmtv threads

{ HALF OF A WHOLE }:

the few seconds in which the other deprives him of an answer feel like hours and hours of pressure coming to find rest upon his back, like leeches feeding off of the dread hidden behind rapid heartbeats, muscles tensing up in response to the rough sensation. if only for a brief moment, dizziness clouds his senses, and so he feels compelled to avert his gaze from the one to whom he had once offered himself as a vessel.

still, the reply doesn’t aid the blond in his attempts to regain a hold of himself.inherently cowardly as he had been in the past, and as much as he has tried to look forward and away from the painful memories of the ordeal he —they had caused back in hellsalem’s lot, the young psychic can’t ignore the need to flee, deny that presence that surely is delighting in his obvious distress. nonetheless, try as he may, his feet remain still as if glued to the ground. perhaps the part of him that finds truth in what the other just said has the boy double guessing himself, because indeed, avoiding what was in front of his very own eyes wouldn’t ever get him too far. after all, this is not the first occasion in which he has wished to other to just vanish; and so far, it hadn’t ever worked. not in the way he had wanted, at least.

but… white had sealed him away, hadn’t she? how on earth was it possible for the king to be standing there, only a few feet between them? lifting a hand to rub at the side of his face, a stifled whine attempts to leave his lips but dies in his throat. too many things to dwell in at once; too many possibilities he hadn’t even considered since his arrival.

he remains silent during the moments he hesitates to lock eyes one more time with the transmundane being. but in the end, he does. he dares look the very essence of despair in the eye once again. ❝ but you shouldn’t — you shouldn’t be here. ❞ cryptic words are the sole answer he offers at first, for he has yet to put his overly confused thoughts in order. ❝ you were gone. ❞

among the unalterable constants that eternally sustain all worlds, lies one in particular that the mendacious sovereign is irrevocably fond of. though the acts committed by the average individual are typically foreseeable, there are indeed those who do not adhere to standards traditions - who either subconsciously or intentionally travel a path that superbly exemplifies an inherent desire to prevent themselves from being perceived as mere numbers. similarly, while there are occurrences that will inevitably arise, quite frequently does an entirely unexpected situation present itself to at least one unsuspecting soul. in the end, accurate predictions cannot exist without deviations that are more than capable of soliciting reactions like the one that has just been pulled from his former vessel. it is perhaps the most chaotic coexistence to ever be observed by wine irises, but one that is clearly relevant at present given that rather thoughtful sentence that has just departed from mortal lips.

❝ shouldn't? i can't say that you're WRONG, but i can't say that you're RIGHT either. trying to argue with that is a waste of time, because it doesn't even matter. look at the bigger picture. an ordinary boy SHOULDN'T have eyes fit for a god, but we both know someone who defies that logic, don't we? just because expectations exist, doesn't mean that they can't be surpassed. in an instant, even the most impossible of events can happen. ❞

why is it that the words and actions of this specific human hold the power to successfully lure him into an impromptu session of rumination? who knows? perhaps the correct answer is already tucked away in an untouchable corner of his mind, but he presently has no intention of contemplating it for long. at least, not whilst in the presence of the psychic in question.

#weakester #mmtv threads

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