Broken♥Hearted(;ap)

[Indie Mystery Skulls Lewis]

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I have a lot to say about the video but I’ll articulate my thoughts later.

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glcssheart:

He had been up all day, mostly working but for the most part getting back into the habit of pursing daily life again. It had been well over a week since the incident and the recovery had been slow one. Easily maintained and effective for his nerves  but still a slow one that in the still of the aftermath made him feel a little less over stressed than before. it made no difference though, they never really got over the scope of that situation, and even with mild protest, Vivi insisted that they keep what they found, keep him here and stay watchful to whatever happens. 

Arthur’s not much for curiosity, especially when it came to the supernatural kind. Those things just don’t ever stick with him. And it wasn’t like he wasn’t a magnet for it, they came all on their own without his intention or awareness. A curse he thinks, and when he got a hold of that locket in the van, sitting crooked leg and warily tired eyes scanned it with fear, he hadn’t anticipated that shock or that line of pain to jolt his senses awake and ruin his bitterly non replaced arm. It was then that he realized that this– whatever it was and from where it came from  wasn’t any good for them.  

But Vivi, as stubborn as her head and heart enact, had said it was better to keep it, see what happens with it, and if that ghost ever returns for it, then they can just hope to catch it, if it will manage that much, and possibly- maybe, if the chance ever presented  itself to them, interrogate it. It’s a silly idea all in itself and he knows it, but since he knows he can’t say no to that face, and since that ghost’s mysterious disappearance did shed some curiosity out of him, he begrudgedly went along with it.  it’s the least he can do.

He wasn’t expecting much to happen today, it was quiet and Vivi was out for something he didn’t catch. getting up the stairs and making his way down the hall.  he almost doesn’t catch the shiver he feels as he enters the room, the clutch of the doorknob still in his hand as he enters and then stops mid pivot to stare forward at the figure lurching over at the edge of the bed. His brows raise, then realization strikes, like a lightning bolt and he jerks himself away, the door slamming against the wall as he stammers.

—❝Ah!– uh…um. I-I’m sorry.. I.. how did, how did you get in here?  ❞

The slam of the door is what alarms him. Turning ever so slightly to the side to look at the man that cowers at the mere sight of his presence. Like always, their perception of things & the warnings he sent from beyond the door go unnoticed as they always have. He forgets sometimes that this one isn’t so quick with catching on to signals or rather anything at all that would have succeeded in avoiding this very situation they’ve entered into. A leer beyond hollow bone is all he has to offer them before turning away abruptly & continuing his charge of meditation. 

He can choose to ignore them, it’s only fair, & it wasn’t like the other had officially earn his respect. Nothing so far had changed between them, the car race & the nonsensical goose chases have done him more exhausted on his hunt for vengeance than anything else he’s ever experienced in his time as a ghost. & if he has anyone to blame for that it would be Arthur himself for making him go through this metamorphic change in abilities.

When he hears them speak, it takes all the energy in him not to roll his eyes & scoff, How did he get in here? How do you think? What a silly question to ask, he should already know this, or maybe he doesn’t-- & the locket is only just his well kept secret. For now at least. He looks them over again, slowly analyzing this time a little bit more carefully. Eyes boring with distain & malignity.

[rpmememaker]

send ‘ship !’ for the following

tbh there’s never a ship meme that hits on the things i wanna know so here we are :

who throws things in a fight ? who goes to their parent’s house for a weekend when things get bad ? who wants to have children ? who doesn’t ? if both do, how do their goals differentiate ? who is more adverse to physical contact ? who hates/dislikes their neighbors the most ? who hates/dislikes their significant other’s family ? who is most likely to leave when things get rough ? who thinks their partner turned out a different person than they thought ? who is more likely to cheat ? who is the more experienced ( sexually or otherwise ) ? who hates/dislikes their significant other’s friends ? who wants to go to social gatherings the most ? who is most likely to be dishonest ? who is more emotionally closed off and how does this affect their partner ? who is the dessert person ? who is more conservative ? who hates/dislikes oral sex ?

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finals are finally done. I’m a free bird.

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Due to popular request, here is some concept art for Vivi’s family~ Mr., Mrs., and Grandma Yukino (雪野).

Grandma and Mr. Yukino come from Japan while Mrs. Yukino is American.

So we have a last name for Vivi now, Vivi Yukino.  (And for the record, the reason I haven’t said anything about it until now is that I have been *WILDLY* indecisive about it.)

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Here are the original concepts for Vivi’s family XD

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fxgue replied 

I have one in mind if your up for it :0 I was thinking about like a pre-cave group verse where it goes through all their adventures together we can do like mystery/paranormal type things dating back to the beginning all the way up to the cave incident which was their last known mystery as a group.

that actually sounds super nice?! like really nice and cool concept to do, I wouldn’t mind it at all. 

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I want a group rp.

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*me finding out one of my favorite characters was confirmed trans

*continues the day with a big goofy smile on my face*

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floreomortis:

he stares on; an uninflected emotion posed to a soft face & an even cottony expression as he eyes this specter before him. Now he is not ill-informed about the tales of wandering spirits; in fact it comes with great knowledge & with considerable instruction from words above ( the words he’d heed by her-the Queen,) of how it was for these things such as this  to be dealt with. He’s well aware of the existence of the wanderers; the drifters as a term he’s picked up for the ones that don’t make it to the astral plane the way that they were meant to. Some are drawn to something they feel is more important to pursue; a knot of motive–something to strive for, something to drive them away with an emotion that always pulls them farther & farther off the path from moving on  ; some stay stubborn & others clamor into fits of denial; some that are angry & heartfelt & riddled with a sadness in their hearts that never seems to stop. He’s seen it all before,  He’s felt it all. 

& The feelings; the emotions are never good ones, but he does not concern himself too much into it. It is not his job to be concerned. ( he is here to find, hunt, & capture, he is here for the souls of the dead, the ones that don’t alway make it, the ones that fight against it, tooth & nail….) He has to keep reminding himself time & time again. Your job does  not concern the feelings of others, you are just the passageway, the gatekeeper., & it sticks, heavily plastered like a poster on the wall of his brain as a reminder. 

❝ oo am I? ‘old on there chap, let me just pull summit 'ere❞

With poised undaunted professionalism held in his stature. He doesn’t not much but raise his hand in the air, careful; easy & smooth. He can only hope the movement itself wasn’t enough to elicit a reaction from the other. But the effect is not alway a perfect one. Even still, his palm lays open, & all it takes is one simple flick of his wrist, just a simple twist & a flicker of fingers before a blade as sharp as the look he presents materializes & finds place & homage in frigid hands. 

❝ ust 'ad ter pull a lil’ summit there. just for the image, the name’ not important  .but ya can better recognize me as death itself.- The grim reaper if you will.❞

When he does not receive an answer, his stance wary & untrusting. if not for his overwhelming confidence in himself & power to at the very least put up the fight,( if any were to come) he would have turn his way elsewhere & leave. But he is a curious one, & leaving would leave him open to an opportunity by this entity to strike against him at any moment so he chooses against it.

Standing his ground, he awaits their answer, & when it comes, surprise greets his features.

A reaper? Here? He didn’t believe much for them in them in the past; though the passages of old books & the occasional databases that he & Vi would discover through old libraries. they were more a fable than an actual thing here in this world. Which for Lewis would have made more sense considering his situation. He eyes their blade with discreet reticence.

❝ The Grim Reaper…❞

He says, under the husk of his breath. The one & only he assumes, but there have been legends of more than one, so maybe this is only just the pluck of many. He is not sure, but what is he sure of is that given the status of his life, ( the one he doesn’t have much of anyone.) It is possibly clear even to him, what they could be here for. A possibility he tests, but maybe it isn’t and he shouldn’t worry. Lifting his stance, he addresses them, pulling ambivalent caution from the coat of his words. He doesn’t want to show fear.

❝So you’re actually real then huh? Who would have thought. I heard all about you before, in books they used to have you labeled off in fiction, sometimes even as devoid legend. I never once try to doubt it but, I also didn’t think I’d actually meet the real deal. ❞

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I’m gonna do replies tomorrow bc I’m a little too sleepy and disoriented to really look at the screen right now so, early goodnight to everyone.

[3j-unit]

i’m not scared of the dark

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(Starter call) || @rubellitegenius

❝Excuse me sir, you seemed to have dropped this.  ❞

he says, shortly after catching up to the them down the hallway & past the elevator that they had ascended from. The device in his hand is unrecognizable to him at first, but he figures he doesn’t need to inspect it of origin & design  to know the name of whom it belong to. 

With an arm out, he casts the device to them on a open palm, meeting eyes for a brief moment before he smiles, curt & gentle like.

❝ Sorry, didn’t mean to stop you so abruptly,  but I figured I couldn’t let you leave without taking your thing back,  ❞

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(Starter call) || @glcssheart

He had awoken only just hours ago.

after having such a bad scuffle with having been awoken so abruptly, ( & with good enough reason but bad execution.) he sat near the edge of the bed in a room alone to better collect himself; thoughtlessly immune to the silence of his surroundings & the dreariness of the atmosphere that swirl about his & everyone else's head. It’s clear here that there’s only one presence home other than himself that he could better identify, despite the deficiency of his  powers, it wasn’t so low to the point of having to sleep more hours just regain what all he had lost.

Doing so would only take him so long, & as of the record in slate of his powers being drained nearly to absolute depletion in only just a matter of hours, it would take days at least just to get enough in to float about; maybe even more, he wasn’t so sure. But there isn’t much he can do but sit here & wait for progress.

something he’s not really in the mood for right now.

He hears just a foot away from the down the hall someone coming up the stairs, having no reason to react to the noise, he simply sits & lurches over himself, arms attached in a more protective stance around the bend of his knees & chest; wayworn eyes scans the walls but none look to the door even as it opens, he doesn’t need to look. He’s already knows who it is & frankly, looking anywhere would incite no anticipation for them; at least not in the happier sense he supposes. still he doesn’t bother to move, listening in as the footsteps draw in closer.

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(Starter call) || @imfreakingoutagain

Keys jiggle by the side of  his pocket as he walks down the sidewalk, pulling up to a familiar yet ever so colorful building that was  Kingsmen Mechanics. Since today was more of an off day for everyone in the group, he figured now would called for a great time to pull himself away from the warming comfort of home & take to visiting a friend of his at their local shop

He hadn’t seen Arthur in a while, mostly spending his hours away at home in the kitchen as he  worked along the same hours, but as of right now, he had time. So what better way to spend it than with one of his best friends? 

The only problem was what to do with that time, or better yet, what he could come up with to spend it in a way that was fun & not too reliant on anything too bad or too out of his friend’s “purview” of what was fun & what wasn’t. Maybe be he could watch them work, or maybe take them out somewhere, he hadn’t decided, & when making his way into the shop’s doors, his thoughts push aside for a little bit at the sight & smell of metal & grease. Strolling, but not before waving a hand to the attendant by the front desk, he follows the hallway down into the opening of the workshop area where he knows he’ll find his friend loudly working away, creeping by the doorway as he sticks his head in to peer inside.

❝ Arty? you in here? ❞

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(Starter call) || @flipwizcrd

❝Soo.. you’re who now???  ❞

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(Starter call) || @bluescarfvivi

the hour tonight is relatively quiet, a little more than he's used to, but at least it's not too boisterous with the clatter & clack of tools drilling into nails & metallic plates of armor. (Arthur is always the busybody of this hour &it's hard to get the young man into bed at a reasonable time; always a fuss; always a fight )but tonight he actually managed to get them to sleep for once, a nice little accomplishment in his opinion he'd say.

Vivi,however, he'd never really expected. Floating among the walls & slowly down the hall, he roams for a little bit, the fervor of his hair flickering as he catches a light from a crack in the doorway.Vivi. is she up? He's never known her to stay up this long before. Peering in, he settles on silhouettes of objects, a flickering light, & he phases into the entrance way to spy the area of light over on the far corner of the room.

There's an assortment of books, all scattered out & messily stacked upon in each in way that makes Lewis think, they were hastily put aside & reopened for a read, He finds her head laying limp over a sprawl of papers, a bigger book placed right in from of her.

❝ Vi..? ❞

He approaches, softly still for a moment before Putting a hand to her shoulder, rousing a reaction.

❝ Are you awake? ❞

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(Starter call) || @floreomortis

He stares at the odd man before him ( A man he believes , though he is not quite sure of the assumption based off observations.)curious eyes do more than pry their undreamt debility as he ponders over their appearance. The aura wavering off them roars &quakes in a way that if he had the power to feel just the tiniest bitof the wavelength, it would surely crush him. This being, despite the gentle  face & attire, does not feel human.

when asked a question, he tilts his head ever so slightly, The bemused emotion readable through the hollow cracks of his eyes

❝Who are you? ❞