You're always going to be my little toy...

Aha...Did you come to play with me?

[tsukiy0]

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[tsukiy0]

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[cho-no-ryoku-sha]

[h3h3h3h8]

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Let's play a little shall we~?

That damn body was going to rot away sooner than he’d expected. Such a waste, to think he had those same blue eyes. Pretty blue eyes…Deep caramel eyes faintly batted where he stood now yet again in the middle of the sprawling city scape, people didn’t seem to come back here and it was quiet. It was a good place to let loose for a while. “He won’t come back..” the quiet thought teased at the back of the males’ head for a moment as he brushed his hands down over his arms again picking and pulling at reddened skin until a satisfactory little bubble of red began to pool along the edges. All of the marks of his anxiety were showing again, that blond male would not return for him no matter how many look a likes he shredded.

Sacrifices had to be made and yet each body piling up wasn’t enough to bring him back. “Maybe you can find another replacement, you know he’s easily to replicate..” “Aha…That’s silly, like almost finding another me..” he laughed to himself unaware of the reality that he had been born with a twin brother, Lovino but of course a life in the facility meant no interaction or acknowledgement of such a being. The only relationship he held was with the handsome blond doctor but he…”Tch…!” the hiss that escaped the male happened suddenly, nails dug into his flesh a little harder and this time his hand was red. Pushing back his hair with the still warm liquid the Italian crossed his arms over his knees, one finger tracing the walls repeatedly forming a little red circle, his attention fixed on that simple little dot.

[amazingguts]

Dragging around a child the killer found waiting for his mother near the park - apparently the unaware woman let him alone for a few seconds -, Ryuunosuke easily managed to make him behave thanks to Caster’s bracelet. It seemed strange to him, that the artefact would still work despite the lack of his servant’s presence - perhaps it was a sign that he was not gone, but just waiting for a better moment to show up. The war was long finished, after all. 

Kicking a small rock, he gained the attention of the youth he was holding hands with, though the kid quickly snapped back in a state of unconsciousness. That earned a small laughter from the man, having to hold back in order to not draw too much attention. But right after glancing at the side, he noticed a man about his age sat on the floor, knees to his chest and definitely not in a good state. 

…It might as well be a good distraction from that rather boring evening. Ryuunosuke approched the brunette, waving in front of him a few times before speaking.  “What are you doing there?” 

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He was easily sucked into that trance, brown eyes dazed in his thoughts occasionally unwavering from what seemed to be a blank slate back into reality. So out of touch with reality the male didn't notice at first when the other waved in front of him, the only remote acknowledgement came when he spoke, the odd stray bit of hair sticking out from his head moving once whether by its' own will or against the wind it was hard to tell. The delay in his response seemed to back off suddenly when he blinked in realization that another had approached him.

"Ah...Um..." he began slowly as if trying to pull himself fully back into reality, the attempt failing miserably as he let his head thump back against the surface he was leaning on. Casually he took in a small breath not paying any mind to the child with the man as he absent mindedly began to flick at his arms again and the scratches. "Thinking..." he finally answered though at this point he sounded unsure himself. Furrowing his brow with the unasked questions to himself the male sighed defeatedly, maybe whatever thoughts were running rampant through his head before were not possible after all. "It must not be important though.." he concluded ignoring the faint remarks of another voice in his head begging him to continue doing what he had done before. It was pointless at this time. He had neither the skill or the ability to bring back the other from where ever he had vanished, there wasn't enough bodies in the world to summon back the other, after all the dead were not to be raised.

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You’re always going to be my little toy…: tophatsandtogas: You’re mine, never forget that.: tophatsandtogas:…

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You’re always going to be my little toy…: tophatsandtogas: You’re always going to be my little toy…:…

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You're always going to be my little toy...: tophatsandtogas: You’re always going to be my little toy…:...

The blonde's eyes widened a little, the tone of his voice sending shivers down his spine. He opened his mouth to speak, but found it only to be closed again. And when he found himself speaking, it was just above a whisper. "What...did you do to her?" He asked. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. Ignorance is bliss, after all. However the brunette turned his attention to other things, his mood lightening a little as he spoke of the 'special place' hidden beneath the staircase. Another shiver, and Arthur swallowed slightly. He was tempted to look. He NEEDED to, it was crucial information. "...What sort of things...?" He feigned ignorance, although he was quite sure what the awful stench meant. The blonde managed to reach around Feliciano and grip the handle of the cleaver, tugging it away. "Easy...Y-You're going to hurt yourself with this..."

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Smiling faintly the Italian mouthed the words the other surely didn't want to hear 'disposed' but the others' curiosity about what was in his hidden little place made him grin a bit. "A secret." he replied simply, his empty hand grasping at where the blade had been. "I already did." he retorted shoving his hands into his pocket never once taking  his eyes off the other.

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You’re mine, never forget that.: tophatsandtogas: You’re mine, never forget that.: You knew this would…

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You’re always going to be my little toy…: tophatsandtogas: You’re mine, never forget that.: tophatsandtogas:…

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You're always going to be my little toy...: tophatsandtogas: You’re always going to be my little toy…:...

Replica? What was he going on about, the Brit wondered briefly as the other came to a standstill, currently at a loss for words as he raised his weapon. In response, Arthur readied the taser once more. He didn't wish to fight, but if Feliciano attacked first, he was going to have to defend himself. But what surprised him most was the sudden sharpness in the other's voice. Immediately he raised his hands in surrender, but before he could speak he was cut off by a shrill scream. His ears rang considerably, ad the next thing he knew, the brunette had plunged the weapon into his own side, immediately making the blonde dart forward as if to stop him. "I don't know who you're talking about, but..." He uneasily reached around Feli to try and take the cleaver, hands trembling slightly. "Look, whoever he is...We can find him. I'll send out a search party...But first, the girl." His eyes flicked up to the caramel orbs staring unamused back at him. "Where is she? Is she here, in the house?" His breathing was also shallow and ragged, trying his best to breathe in as little of the rotten air as possible. God, it was terrible. And he had a sinking feeling it wasn't just raw meat of the animal variety. But, just in case, he may as well ask. Making eye contact once more, he gestured to the staircase. "What about in there? What are you hiding away?"

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Widening eyes continued to lock on the other male in hall especially since he tried to move the blade from his hands now, the approach had little effect on his stance and only caused his grip to tighten on the handle of the blade. Find him? Where? He surely wouldn't want to come back, not after all he had done...He asked about the girl the Italian giggled a little devilishly, "I'm afraid..She has been gone for longer than him. She is nowhere near this house and will never, ever, ever see it." he hummed with satisfaction at his handiwork raising an eyebrow as he was inquired about the staircase.

"That is a special place with special things inside." he teased, the words childish as if it were some secret world, a place all his own however there was nothing innocent about whatever he kept in there.

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Short, heavily gnawed nail...

[blindfolded-insanity-deactivate]

You’re mine, never forget that.: You knew this would happen… ( Open roleplay )

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You’re mine, never forget that.: tophatsandtogas: You’re mine, never forget that.: You knew this would…

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You're always going to be my little toy...: tophatsandtogas: You’re mine, never forget that.: tophatsandtogas:...

Now he'd done it. He'd gone and offended the criminal. But what was he to do? It's not like anyone would enjoy a fucking rotting corpse sitting under the staircase. Placing a gloved hand over his mouth, he let out a dry heave, straightening up to meet with cold, calculating amber eyes. He once again had both hands at the taser, fingers itching to raise it threateningly. But he knew if this one was hostile, it would only cause a problem.

The little Italian lifted the cleaver from behind him, making Arthur step back a little in defense. He was armed, and if the blonde remained silent for any longer, he would probably lose an limb or two...possibly three were he unlucky enough. "W-Wait a tick..." Arthur's emerald orbs widened, once again taking a step back and raising a hand in defense. He sounded so ecstatic...Was he on something? Quite possibly. "Remind you...Of whom, exactly?" He replied. That smile, the way he was so unsteady on his feet...he shivered slightly, raising the taser. "One step c-closer, and I'll zap you!"

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Stopping mid stride the auburn haired male paused picking up on a British accent, that wasn't like the other one, would he not do? "This one isn't going to sound the same, he isn't going to be a good replica..." It only took one question to set him off now, one simple question and the Italian found himself unable to properly speak. "A-ah..." he started, the knife raising as he found anger boiling in his veins this time and it had to come out.

"Him! Him, damn it! He left me here alone for that...That bitch! But that's ok...I..I carved her up nicely...A-all I want is for him to come h-home...But that won't happen!!" hysteria filled his lungs and spilled over like a lamenting fountain but this time the blade found itself twisting and jabbing into his own side, the gush of red unforgivably staining the hall rug as he gritted his teeth  before yanking it free, heavy breathing flooding the room. "H-he...He w-won't c-come.....H-home...No m-matter what I d-do...S-so I'll make him come h-home..." he hissed sharply ignoring the threat of the tazer which he just now took notice of. Giving a little sneer his eyes rolled, that wouldn't stop him from getting what he wanted.

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OOC :: The blog has been changed~.

I hope you like it. <3

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Short, heavily gnawed nail scratched at uneven skin raking up red to the surface, the gentle fingerprints on the wall smearing like wet paint the crimson coloring...

[blindfolded-insanity-deactivate]

You’re mine, never forget that.: You knew this would happen… ( Open roleplay )

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You're mine, never forget that.: tophatsandtogas: You’re mine, never forget that.: You knew this would...

(( I got off lucky! It's nearly impossible for my ex and I to come across each other. xD However I do have a judgemental, evil, hetalia hating stalker cousin. And she'd never let me hear the end of this. )) The blonde froze, just enough to catch the voice of the Italian from the next room. He couldn't quite tell if it was he, or another he was speaking to, but he didn't drop his guard. In fact, he went as far as to turn the weapon on, the slight buzzing of the energy giving him a sort of comfort as he stalked the interior of the home. His eyes darted to a light that flicked it's way across the hall. His breath hitched, and he found he was no longer taking the slow, steady pace his lungs were used to. He kept his pace steady, the slight thumping of his shoes and the buzzing of his weapon being the only sounds in the room...Other than the voice of the other that had suddenly broken the silence. He exhaled slowly, and for a moment the blonde actually thought he was safe. That was, until the awful smell reached his nose. He knew the stench all too well. However it didn't stop the blonde from doubling over, retching immediately afterward. He had found all the proof he needed to put this little Italian behind bars, and as he watched the brunette from down the hall, noting the inky substance in his hands, he knew all to well this one was off his rocker. Arthur took a few paces backward, intending on leaving the home as soon as possible without being noticed.

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(( Oh that's good. Not the crazy Hetalia hating cousin, that'd peeve me so bad. Dx ))

Unable to hear the buzz of the weapon, the Italian remained frozen in his memories picking up on in coming footsteps and the sudden retching from just feet away. "You don't like it?" he asked out loud suddenly turning slightly to wipe the substance off against his pant leg, eyes now reflecting slightly like a felines' in the dim lit area. His head gave a little tilt to the side, eyes innocently wide as the stray bit of hair sticking out to the side bobbed as he eyed he other pulling the cleaver from behind him again only to lift it, yet again using it as a light of sorts.

Letting the shimmer of light from the tv bounce onto the other he nearly lost his grip on the blade rising. That same hair color...But the eyes...They were different..."You remind me of him.." the amount of joy rising in his voice suddenly peaked to the point of the bliss now regaining his grip on the handle of the cleaver with lips curved into a smile. "That makes me so happy..." he sighed dreamily taking a step closer to the other, his body giving a sudden sway.

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Let's play a little shall we~?

That damn body was going to rot away sooner than he'd expected. Such a waste, to think he had those same blue eyes. Pretty blue eyes...Deep caramel eyes faintly batted where he stood now yet again in the middle of the sprawling city scape, people didn't seem to come back here and it was quiet. It was a good place to let loose for a while. "He won't come back.." the quiet thought teased at the back of the males' head for a moment as he brushed his hands down over his arms again picking and pulling at reddened skin until a satisfactory little bubble of red began to pool along the edges. All of the marks of his anxiety were showing again, that blond male would not return for him no matter how many look a likes he shredded.

Sacrifices had to be made and yet each body piling up wasn't enough to bring him back. "Maybe you can find another replacement, you know he's easily to replicate.." "Aha...That's silly, like almost finding another me.." he laughed to himself unaware of the reality that he had been born with a twin brother, Lovino but of course a life in the facility meant no interaction or acknowledgement of such a being. The only relationship he held was with the handsome blond doctor but he..."Tch...!" the hiss that escaped the male happened suddenly, nails dug into his flesh a little harder and this time his hand was red. Pushing back his hair with the still warm liquid the Italian crossed his arms over his knees, one finger tracing the walls repeatedly forming a little red circle, his attention fixed on that simple little dot.

[germanflagboxers-blog]

Short, heavily gnawed nail scratched at uneven skin raking up red to the surface, the gentle fingerprints on the wall smearing like wet paint the crimson coloring along down the hall of the building that to all senses was abandoned. Tapping his fingers along the wall the olive skinned male lifted...

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You're mine, never forget that.: You knew this would happen... ( Open roleplay )

(( England alright with you? By the way, it's the same person who sent you that ask. jellothemime. I just have...stalkers, on my other account. )) A detective by the name of Arthur Kirkland was sent to the residence of Feliciano Vargas, that day. Many had called to report strange sightings on the plot of this man's land, and seeing as his position wasn't allowing him to take as many jobs as he used to, he was forced to take action himself. Eyes focused on the front door and one hand carefully hovering over the taser at his belt, he reached the other over to slowly turn the doorknob. He had to admit, he was frightened as soon as he stepped inside. The atmosphere was overwhelming--even for one who had seen and experienced many different things, and met many people who were beyond unstable--and the Brit had to force himself forward, reminding himself that if he cracked this case, there may just be a promotion waiting for him. His shoes clicked ever so softly along the floor, his eyes settling on a pivot. He was inside now, and judging from the bloodstains running along the wall, this one wasn't exactly the type to give Arthur a warm welcome.

'I know you're in here'

The words startled the blonde, and in a flash he had his taser in hand, ready for any sort of hostile attack. However he didn't speak. Perhaps this 'Feliciano' was bluffing. Perhaps he still hadn't realized Arthur's presence. His emerald orbs took in every inch, every shadow...He couldn't afford to let anything get the best of him.

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(( ooc :: England is just fine by me~. It's perfectly understandable, I have to keep this account under wraps the best I can since I have a pyscho ex who I don't like knowing crap about me. XD They're a mean little butt so I understand. ))

The slight noise by the other, just the barely noticeable sound of movement from the tazer was enough to alert him to the presence. Rolling his shoulders with a little pop the obviously unhinged male licked his lips, the slightly bruising corner of his lower lip was beginning to bleed again. Maybe this would hold off his paranoia momentarily, just enough to let him scope out the area. "Oh you're here alright..." he chimed merrily making his way slowly down the hall shifting the cleaver just enough to reflect its' shine of the light of the tv screen then back across to the kitchen. If anything were to be startled by the shimmering or his voice the Italian would know. Oh he would know.

"Aha...Maybe not.." his voice lowered moving towards a door under the steps giving it a gentle push with his foot, the distinct smell of something rotten flooding the immediate area. "They'll never find you though.." he cooed into the small crawl space reaching a hand in now, fingers coming back with a dark, nearly black thick liquid coating them. Wrinkling his nose the male sighed. He'd have to replace this one too, sooner than he thought.

[tsukiy0]

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[jackmichaelis]

[swordofrupture]

ooc; message to all of you

This is getting on my last nerve but, can you guys please stop abusing user amazingguts? Honestly, it’s no fun reading comments about how her character is getting beat up just because she is roleplaying a serial killer. 

I understand, her character is a “villain” but she choose to roleplay as that “villain” because she enjoys the character and tries to play it, but she hasn’t been having fun because of your rude comments and it’s affecting her. 

I just want you all to sit down and think about what you’re saying. It doesn’t matter if it’s just character interaction but don’t you dare bash a character around. Don’t just go around shoving guns into character’s mouths, don’t go around beating up characters, just don’t go around trying to beat up a character without a roleplayer’s consent. 

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Wait, whoa, whoa seriously? I don't who the fuck these guys are but doing this to ANY roleplayer regardless of the person they're playing is sick. I may not talk to the mun behind amazingguts ooc a lot but this person doesn't seem like a mean rper to me and for anyone who is doing this shit just flat out shame on you.

I suppose these asswipes just hate the character, you know what? It's ok to not like things but it's not ok to be a godmodding asshole because of that. You want to smack around a character? Bring it, my Yandere Feli AND my Fate OC will haul your characters' organs out across the country side for fun and I'll give you a reason to god mod anyone.

Seriously this shit pisses me off, godmodders or rpers who don't play fairly really ruffle my feathers. I'm sorry you have to deal with such asswipes dear, if you ever need anyone to talk to or a fair rper I'm always on both of my accounts and my main. I wish you luck with these moronic fools.

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So um...I've roleplayed a lot before, all literate, but never on tumblr. How would I go about doing that?

It's actually easy. When you go to reblog the starter up the corner where it has the link, text, etc thing hit text then type out your response, tag my account name in your hash tags and reblog it. =3

It takes a little time to get used to it but that's how I learned to do it. I regularly check the tag for 'germanflagboxers' so I don't accidentally miss a reply to my starters so I'll of course tag back. >w<

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You knew this would happen... ( Open roleplay )

Short, heavily gnawed nail scratched at uneven skin raking up red to the surface, the gentle fingerprints on the wall smearing like wet paint the crimson coloring along down the hall of the building that to all senses was abandoned. Tapping his fingers along the wall the olive skinned male lifted his head to the dim lights of the living room, static rolled on the television with little indication that it would stop.

The noise soothed what was left of his nerves echoing inside a fractured, empty skull that only cared for a few things and one of those things..it was not here. "You're not coming." came the sudden sigh of disappointment, auburn hair fell into dark eyes as he slid down the side of the door way staring at the front door left only cracked open to let in some air. Or had it been closed...? It had been so long since he chose to leave this structure that the male was now unsure of everything. Were they going to ever take him back there? Was he just going to keep running? What if they were already inside?

Rising to his feet he swayed his way into the kitchen just across the hall sifting through a drawer grabbed the first large cleaver available, his hands gripping the handle standing out into the hall only after closing the door slowly, his back pressed against it now. "Ciao...I know you're in here.."