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[fulmenfemineum]

I am terribly sorry once more everyone. Life has been completely crazy, everytime I think it's calming down it gets crazy again. I don't know when I'll be back, I don't want to make any for sure promises, but I am alive and I will be back some time hopefully soon. Pop into skype to chat if you want, I'm on break at work rn.

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She was so much more than she was intended to be. Malice laced in the very marrow of her bones, leeching hatred into her blood, tainting innocent ivory flesh with ill intent. None of which was her choice, the burden of her makers revenge forced upon her. She was a mere puppet, a lovely doll with strings spun from the threads of betrayal, forcing her to do his bidding. Mask of innocence, vessel of a waking storm. Lightning danced on her skin and thunder rolled off her tongue. But the one thing she lacked was a real soul. Or so she thought. When given a choice something stirred in her, the taste of freedom dancing so close to her that she had to have it. So she took it, choosing her own fate, even if it was the last thing she did. Such bravery was rewarded, but with freedom came questions. And those questions caused her to plunge head first into the depths of hell. The journey caused her to question her carefully obtained humanity, even brought her close to giving up entirely.  Beaten, battered and broken she emerged, her convictions affirmed by her ability to survive such horrors and keep what she had worked so hard for. She found many answers, at the same time however, she discovered there was a lot more to find out about herself. That could be done in the human realm however and that alone was a great relief.   

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"Help, please! Somebody help me!"

xmyosotis

The she-devil’s head snapped up, hearing the frantic tone’s source. Instinctively hands lifted to rest on the pommels of twin pistols, one soft brow arching in curiosity as she approached the male with quickened strides. If she could actually just let go of helping people and focus on taking care of herself for once. She’d probably manage to travel a lot quicker. Regardless, ruby lips parted when she reached the blonde male, one final click of her heel as she stood before him. “You certainly seem distressed, how may I be of assistance?” Her tone and posture were collected, more than ready for whatever could me thrown her way. 

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xmyosotis:

He sighed out a “Thanks,” relieved she wasn’t going to hold his lack of money against him. Of course, he still felt bad for not being able to pay her at all just yet. She offered him her business card, and he checked the name. ‘Devil May Cry’ for a demon hunting business sounded badass, but was that ‘Cry’ as in ‘make a noise’, or ‘Cry’ as in the 'gross sobbing and ugly tears’ way? 'Cause making a devil do either was impressive. He’d have to ask later, but for now, reading over the address was a bit more important. 13th Avenue, Residential Area. Good to know. Morgan stashed the card in a pants pocket, grateful he still had one to speak of. “Trish, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.” He mirrored her shrug with a shrug of his own. “And nah, I don’t mind the question,” he added, but he cast his gaze down and toed the ground in a common gesture of shyness.  “This is gonna sound stupid, but y'know how old people make those, whatcha call it, those bucket lists? Of really awesome stuff they need to do before they die? I decided not to wait that long. For the awesome things, not the dying part. I figure, I’m young, I gotta rack up some experiences while I still can to tell 'em to people later when I do get old, y'know?” The answer itself seemed to lift his gaze and spirits. “Thought I could visit the places with interesting sights, obvious tourist-y stuff. Didn’t quite account for this city’s main attraction being demons trying to murder me to death. But, I get to meet new people, so that’s obviously a plus. “I gotta ask, since now you know why I came here, I’m curious, you’ve been in this city longer, so what’s making you stay? Aside from the good business.”

Trish listened to his answer, a small smirk forming on her pout. “Well coming to a city like this might hasten the dying part.” The she-devil mused before she shook her head, blonde tresses falling in front of her face.

Her eyes drifted to observe the city sprawling out around her. Her shoulders slowly lifted and she tilted her head to one side for a brief moment, her eyes slowly making their way back to Morgan. “My friends are here, I haven’t actually been here in quite some time. I’m not sure if I’ll stay or go yet.” Her tone didn’t falter, little emotion showed through to her exterior. Though the question weighed heavier on her than Morgan had surely intended.

Her hand lifted to sweep stray tendrils out of her face and she cocked her head to the side. “What did you expect to find in this city? If not demons. I don’t recall any tourist attractions that have managed to survive the cities destruction a while back. I certainly hope you didn’t come for the food.” One hand found her hip, resting above Luce, faint brow quirked in skepticism.    

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[wyntrbones-deactivated20160506]

the bullet could not pierce my flesh; i swallowed its shrapnel piece by piece and grinned. there is a hunger that lives inside my bones –– it is not gentle && quiet. it is wild and loud, screaming its throat bloody and tearing my chest apart. darling, i have never been whole, but today I became something holy.

[fulmenfemineum]

I am sorry for the unexpected and unannounced drop or complete absence of activity. Life got really crazy. But I will be back in just a few days and can go back to blogging semi regularly.

[fulmenfemineum]

So, just an update on why I haven’t written starters/replies the last few days. I’m transitioning jobs and I just wanna sleep and binge watch netflix when I get off. I will definitely be back by the end of the week. Though my activity might get kind of sparse, my brother, who I haven’t seen in years is coming to town soon. I’m gonna be a little wrapped up. //falls over exhausted I just got off work, so I’m gonna queue this because it’s kind of late. 

[sp00ky-diner-girl]

psa;;

{{ if i follow you, that is a direct message that i enjoy your character, i like how you portray them, and that i want to role play with you. please don’t think that i’m just following you to gain a mutual. i am following you because i want my muse to interact with your muse, because i have decided that it would be interesting to see. and if you follow me, i’ll take that as you wanting to do the same. }}

[seymour---krelborn]

“You play as Emily in Dishonored 2???? I don’t want to play as a girl!!”

Wow

I

wonder

what

it

must

be

like

to

be

forced

to

play

as

a

different

gender

[kaoticlegion-deactivated2017082]

Man

There sure are

a lot of games

that force you

to play as the opposite gender

there totally aren’t plenty of options

or games the offer more than one gender

I mean, it’s totally not like half of those games you mentioned above don’t offer both options. There totally aren’t female characters in Dark Souls/Bloodborne, Call of Duty, and Assassin’s Creed.

And as far as Dishonored goes, there never was really any clear reason as to why Emily would ever be playable, considering the story and the directions it could take.

But yeah, sure, whatever. Keep on saying that playing as males is forced and keep acting like there’s never been enough of a balance.

[fulmenfemineum]

There really isn't a balance though. Most video games have females as secondary options. Or you're made to play through the male version to earn the female version. So yeah there are a lot of games that make you play as males. If it weren't bad enough that we aren't respected in the gaming community we have to deal with people saying that being thrown a few playable female protagonists is balanced. There is a plethora of playable of males in comparison to the playable females. That isn't balance.

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I’m going to write starters for everyone who wanted one I SWEAR. 

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organicmartisarma:

starter for fulmenfemineum.

   Undercover? More or less. Really she was just here scoping out the place. Rayne had a bad habit of being able to flawlessly insert herself in to the smaller branches of Umbrella’s facilities with ease. The smaller branches were usually part of neo-Umbrella, whom had no idea what Project Echo was. Her goal here? Find their files. Upload them on a flash drive and get out. It would be a clean run if she listened to direction. But, Rayne, she had a hard on for making sure Umbrella died.

   All was going smoothly, she was dressed in a pantsuit complete with librarian glasses and a messy bun. It was easy to woo her way around the building. Finding, and dressing the part, the file room and fitting in with ease. One…Two…Three… The flash drive was connected. Rayne didn’t bother looking over her shoulder, she could hear just fine if anyone dared to approach. Her fingers danced over the keys gracefully as she typed in the codes necessary to start the download.

   “Hey, what are you…!?” The man’s voice was cut short by a series of gunshots. “Looks like I’m missing a party.” The brunette purred to herself before the machine made a satisfying beep signalling the download was complete. Rayne erased her being there and stuffed the flash drive in her pocket. Out side was a variety of carnage. Humans and Infected. Looked like a few Napads got loose from their test tubes and wreaking havoc on the workers. But, what stood out, was the mysterious blonde dressed in black who seemed to be vaguely familiar. Taking a few weapons off one of the dead workers Rayne joined in the fight.

   The blonde was a floor below her, battling – two against one. One of the brooding creatures lunged from behind and Rayne would leap over the rail timing it perfectly. She landed right on the Napad, not only knocking it down but also breaking off the hard shell that protected it’s weak spot. “They’re team work inclined.” She stated to the blonde. “One distracts. One attacks.” Aiming her stolen shotgun she pumped a few rounds directly into it’s back killing it. “And the shell makes it hard to kill. At first.” Reloading and cocking the shotgun Rayne handed the bigger gun over to the blonde, clearly having not recognized her yet. “Have fun. I have a facility to blow up, get out when you’re done.” Rayne didn’t care about asking questions. She didn’t care why the blonde was there, to be frank. Before anything could be said Rayne was off to find the main computer. 

The demoness wasn’t exactly sure what she had gotten herself into, but she had torn through everything else pretty easily. These brutes were another story. At least demons were simple. She huffed when the brunette descended to her rescue quirking a brow when she realized who it was. Who could forget a face like that? As the other woman spoke she wasn’t surprised to see that she didn’t recognize her. Give that girl a mission and she had a one track mind. A smirk tugged at pale rose petal lips, as she watched her disappear down the hall, she didn’t have long to ponder the meeting as the second beast came running after her. 

Taking her advice she flickered out of sight to appear behind the creature, bashing through it’s hard shell with the butt of the shotgun and firing a round into it’s back. “Lovely to see you as well, Rayne.” She mused before running after her. She would have just left, like Rayne had told her to, but she didn’t really have anything better to do at the moment. She dashed forward, using her abilities to propel her forward at an inhuman pace. She didn’t have the patience to run after the other woman at a regular rate. 

She slowed herself down to match the other woman’s pace and looked over at her. “You don’t remember me? I’m hurt.” She jested with a small smirk. “I can see that you’re busy here. So, I’ll be quick. Come find me when you’re done here, I’d like to catch up with you.” 

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"Help, please! Somebody help me!"

xmyosotis

The she-devil’s head snapped up, hearing the frantic tone’s source. Instinctively hands lifted to rest on the pommels of twin pistols, one soft brow arching in curiosity as she approached the male with quickened strides. If she could actually just let go of helping people and focus on taking care of herself for once. She’d probably manage to travel a lot quicker. Regardless, ruby lips parted when she reached the blonde male, one final click of her heel as she stood before him. “You certainly seem distressed, how may I be of assistance?” Her tone and posture were collected, more than ready for whatever could me thrown her way. 

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xmyosotis:

          “Yeah, m’fine. Gimme a minute.” He wasn’t one for confrontations, so it wasn’t surprising that his second biggest fight in the span of five minutes would be himself versus his own level of tiredness. There was nothing stopping him from conking out and taking a nap to recharge except for the whole ‘Well that’s embarrassing’ regret-thoughts he’d have when he woke up. So, okay, maybe one thing. Two, considering he’d talked about paying the woman and seeing what she was armed with made it a bad idea to piss her off. So he settled for keeping his head down, getting some air into his lungs ( remember, deep breaths ), and only after that did he take her hand to get up. “I’m okay now, but that was one hell of a first impression huh? Haven’t even been to this town a whole day and something was already gearin’ up to tear me to pieces. Good thing you showed up.” And not a moment too soon. “That whole ‘lightning on speed dial’ thing you had going on, I’m assuming that’s a talent of yours?” Had to be rare; if anyone else were equipped to take that creature on, they would’ve done it, but from the looks of it this city was mostly mundanes with the occasional monster from wherever-the-hell like the one that tried to kill him earlier. Skills like hers deserved extra– “…Wait a minute,” where was his wallet? He was absently patting his pants pockets and didn’t feel it there. He looked down at his jacket and– “Are you kidding?” the entire corner of his jacket where the pocket ( wallet and everything! ) was supposed to be had been hacked clean off. He didn’t even notice with all the panicking and running away he was doing. Trying to remember when he last had the thing intact would be a labor and a half. Damn it.  “Okay so, that whole thing about us discussing payment later? Looks like it’ll have to be way later.”

She smiled at him and nodded while helping him to his feet. “Capulet can be a dangerous place if you aren’t careful.” Taking her hand back she allowed a small electric current to arch between her fingers. “Talent is a good word for it I suppose.” She turned her hand over watching the current waver and eventually fizzle out, her eyes then looked toward the gentleman she had just helped. Watching him pat himself down, she crossed her arms and leaned back, waiting patiently for him to be done. A brow rose when he said wait a minute, and the other faint brow followed shortly after when he started to seem distressed once more. 

“Looks like you’re having a considerably rough day.” She reached to very gently pat his shoulder, giving a small chuckle. The demoness wasn’t the kind to get violent with a client, especially when there was an emergency involved. “I’ll tell you what, first one’s on the house.” At least she knew he really did lose his wallet and most likely actually intended on paying her, that was enough in her mind. “But the next time you get yourself in a rough spot, give me a call.” She reached into her jacket pocket, removing a card and offering it to him. It was just a card for Devil May Cry, the logo was on the front along with the phone number and address. “Just ask for Trish.” She added with a small shrug of her shoulders.       

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what brought you to this lovely city in the first place?” The word lovely was dripping with sarcasm, her head tilting to the side curiously. 

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runningwitch:     

“A half-devil?” she whispered, the words falling from her lips in an attempt at verification, a small sting flowering in her chest as her brows furrowed and curiosity took her over. She knew that what she’d say next would sound ridiculous, but…she felt she needed confirmation. “There are more?”

And then she was silent, mulling about Trish’s invitation in her brain, shifting her weight, crossing and uncrossing her arms. To tag along or not to tag along, that was certainly the question. Continue to converse with the blonde or not. A small sigh left her and she met her eyes, giving her a sharp nod.

“I am not good with other people. I…haven’t had much interaction with others in a long time,” she warned, her brows furrowing when she then realized that she’d answered the latter of her words only, skipping over the former. She bit her lip at that - how rude. 

But as she thought about it now, perhaps she’d snapped at her when it was undeserved. Her explanation was understanding and needed. Traveling on her own, running from and slaying the demons that hunted her, she could find comfort in her words, no matter how empty her gauge of trust in this woman was. Perhaps they’d build on that, she thought with a small roll of her shoulders.

“I appreciate that,” she stated simply. running her fingers through her hair. “Lead the way.”

A soft smile stained her pout and she inclined her head. “Yes there are others. I’m not sure how many.” Her shoulders rolled back and she tilted her head to the side, getting a better look at Bianca now that she didn’t have possibly dangerous elements dancing around her hands. “You don’t need to be good with people, we can help you with that if you want, though.” Her shoulders shrugged and her head tilted back up right. “Well, Dante can, I’m a little rusty myself.” She added with a small laugh, ivory digits reaching to comb through blonde tresses.

“Well, if you’re ready, let’s be on our way.” She pointed her thumb over her shoulder, the direction they would have to go if they wanted to get to Capulet. “Where are we right now anyway? Is this Fortuna or...?” The she-devil tilted her head to the side, she had a wonderful sense of direction, but crawling up from the depths of hell wasn’t exactly good for one’s sense of geography. 

Hopefully they weren’t much further away than she thought they were, she was tired after all. “Either way, we really need to get moving. I’m worried that something might be following me and I don’t have the energy to deal with that right now.” Her hand waved in dismissal.     

[fulmenfemineum]

Starter call, like this if you want a starter after I finish drafts.

[mischixvous-blog]

FUCK sentence starters

“Fuck off.” “Fuck this.” “Fuck that.” “Fuck me.” “Fuck you.” “Fuck everything.” “Let’s fuck.” “Fucking hell.” “Fuck.”

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dia-airgid

I just thought about how Trish never ages, so she probably looks the exact same every time Reiku sees her and how Reiku doesn’t really seem to age either so they’re both just unchanging while everything around them changes all the time and I just- I don’t even know, it’s just kind of adorable because most of the time people in his position have to deal with people they care about aging in flashes and Trish is just kinda there, looking the same every time. Like “Yep, still here, still ageless, still care about you and still shamelessly attracted to you even though you kind of piss me off some times. Come over here and give me attention.” It’s late here and I’m losing my mind, please don’t judge me. //hides.  

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dia-airgid:

He woke up… falling. Yes, that’s right. It would happened every now and then so he had to stop sleeping in the nude. Besides, what’s more disturbing than witnessing a man plummeting to the ground is if that man was naked.

“This shit again,” he grumbled as if it was something of a normal occurrence. Of course, it completely was. He sighed and shook his head as he slowly moved his fingers, writing runes in mid-air before waving his hand once they were completed.

And in perfect timing too.

Inches before he would hit the ground, he stopped immediately in mid-air and hovered like that for a while. The force that would apply on his sudden stop seemed to have been absorbed by some sort of invisible force which soon expanded, creating a loud sonic boom within the air.

“How tiring,” he yawned as he got back up on his feet. “This place feels awfully familiar.”

As much as Trish had wanted company and as much as she enjoyed Reiku’s company she was a little annoyed by the noise that his entrance had caused. Probably moody due to sleep deprivation she crossed her arms over her chest and rose a brow at him. “Well, it certainly should feel familiar. Though if I remember correctly the first time you appeared was in my shower. In that case I certainly hope you would remember.” Her brow twitched slightly as she looked over at him. She hadn’t seen him in quite some time, it had been a lengthy time even before she had disappeared so suddenly. 

“Do I seem familiar as well?” She tested, both brows raising now in question and mild irritation. Depending on the answer that followed she would decide if she was truly annoyed with her old friend or if she was ecstatic to see him. She had missed him for a long time, she couldn’t say the sensation ever really went away fully just lingered in the back of her mind only surfacing when something reminded her of him, instead of persistently nagging at her like it had after a few months of not seeing him. 

“I was beginning to think I’d never see you again.” She had to cut him some slack, she knew enough about him at this point to know that it was a lot more complicated than simply not wanting to see her, or not making the time to pop in. Nonetheless she couldn’t seem to reign in the overwhelming sense of abandonment that she had been feeling from all of her loved ones and that only made her all the more irritable. Part of her wanted to apologize, but another part just wanted to continue being angry, because at least she wasn’t feeling sad.