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@ich-vergesse
ich-vergesse started following you
“ HEY; I don’t mean to intrude or anythin’.. but my car broke down back there- && none of my friends really know how to fix it.. ya got a phone I could use, or?? ”
“A phone?” Aya blinked a couple times, clouded eyes flicking to the right as if trying to remember the answer. “No we don't have anything like that... but I could take you to a nearby village! It's a bit of a long walk though.”
;; This blog is officially revived. I’m too lazy to make a proper promo right now but I wanted to get it out there that I’m back.
{{I will be cleaning this blog and hopefully reviving it. In the meantime I apologize for how messy my blog will look.}}
{{I promise I'm going to get on and get to replies and crap later. Right now I'm planning on an new horror rpg rp blog and I also want to make some icons. On top of that I'm currently working on a amigurumi plushie too. So it will most likely be tomorrow.}}
10 Things You (Probably) Didn’t Know About The Muse
☆ — tagged by cutelittlebottle! — ☆
So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)
☆ — ten questions ! — ☆
1. what is your favourite word?
”Love.”
2. what is your least favourite word?
”Curse.”
3. what turns you on?
"I don't know what that means...”
4. what turns you off?
"I don't know what that means either...”
5. what sound do you love?
”The sound of father's subjects screaming in pain. I love the sound of the wind blowing through the forest.”
6. what sound do you hate?
”The sound of pitiful begging.”
7. what is your favourite curse word?
”Father said not to use such words.”
8. what profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
”I don't have a job, but I would like to be a doctor when I grow up.”
9. what profession would you not like to do?
”Being a grave digger sounds terrible...or an undertaker”
10. if heaven exists, what would you like to hear god(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
”You're parents have been here waiting on you.’”
☆ — last bonus question for me ! — ☆
1. do you believe ignorance truly is bliss? why or why not?
”....Yes...It can be, but it is also very dangerous.”
☆ — my bonus question for you ! — ☆
1. what would it take to make you despair? tag ( t e n ) people : Hah....I don't tag people. I honestly suck at that. Also this is the first time I've been on here in forever.
Aya's fingers slowly tightened around the rose in her hand. The thorns punctured the soft flesh of her hands, but the pain remained distant in the mind of the little girl. The blood quickly pooling inside her closed fist leaked out, dripping down the stem of the flower. “I'm sorry, I didn't quite here that. What did you say about father?”
I knew you were— —you were gonna come to me, and here you are, but you’d better ¢нσσѕє carefully, ‘cause I— —I’m { capable } of anything… …of αηутнιηg— —and e͈͍͔̭v̦̯̥͍̖͈̗͍ẹr̭̮͙̟͙̮̥y͇͓̦̙̜͔͚̰ͅt̮̮h͖̗̼̺̪̜̘i̖͈̳̤͖̱̗̲n̰̗͔̯̝̗͖g͓̭̣̭̝ͅ…
You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive
puT ON YOUR WAR PAINT
Elsa turned and spotted a young girl in the dark hallway, she approached her slowly. "H...Hello?" (I'm sorry if you do not want to do this, I just discovered there was a side of the rp community for mad father rp! I hope this is okay though!)
Aya lifted her head, large blue eyes showing her confusion. Had she not just been alone? Fear bubbled in her mind, afraid she was seeing things again. Instead of finding herself looking upon some corpse dragging itself at her, it was a young woman. A rather pretty one at that, and her mind wandered to her father…and the things he would think upon seeing somebody beautiful. “Hello,” She smiled warmly as she mentally shooed these thoughts away.
"You live here alone?" She questioned turning to look back at the girl. "It seems an awfully big house for just one person…"
That and it was terribly dark… Why was there no candles or means of lighting the hallway in which they stood? It was awfully unwelcoming.
Aya looked down at the floor, eyes searching over the markings in the wood. She kicked her foot against it childishly causing a dull thud to echo in the hall. “You could say that.” She sighed. “My maid lives here as well, but she's often very busy.” The girl looked up through her bangs, inspecting the woman.
Ich-vergesse entered the library
"A new guest?" Alice looked up from her book that was hovering above her hands. "My name is Alice, endless witch of literature and creator. Would you like some tea and snacks? And besides, who are you, little human?"
Another witch, and so soon? Aya's wanderings seemed to be getting her many strange places as of late. She couldn't tell if it was just a series of coincidences or not, but it things had quickly become more lively in her life. The girl politely smiled. “That's very kind of you to offer. My name is Aya Drevis.”
The 5th gif in your folder is your muse's reaction to being flipped off
either i
dont have enough followers to get hate
or i
am perfect and therefore yall dont have anything to complain about
#another alternative is they all fear me
Dio sat at his desk, immersed in a novel when he heard a faint knock at the front door. It was rare anyone should actually knock before entering; most assumed the house was abandoned and barged in without reservation. He shut the book and placed on the table before making his way through the dusty halls and to the front door.
He opened the door, anticipating another lost hiker, to reveal…
No, this wasn’t happening. His visitor looked like… Aya, but that was just an uncanny coincidence, right?
The girl standing before him was too young… yes, it was someone who looked like her when she was a child, possessing the same dark hair and bright blue eyes. And she had the… same dress, but that was a popular thing to wear, he thought, of course. It couldn’t be her. And yet, there was something oddly familiar about the girl. He felt a chill crawl up his spine…
After a moment of tactless staring, he finally found his voice. “…Hello, may I help you?”
Dio tried to keep his voice even when speaking, even though he felt himself fraying. He knew he was being rude, but he was on edge; previously he thought he would be able to overcome what preoccupation he had with… her, but just looking at the doll-like girl put him at unease. He forced himself to smile a bit, hoping his growing worry wasn’t showing outwardly.
"If you’re lost, I can help you find your way back…" He offered a bit more stiffly than usual. Dio prayed she was just another lost child who had gotten lost playing. Then he would be able to quickly lead her out of the woods before painful memories could be unintentionally dredged up. He hoped he would be able to resolve this soon, as darker thoughts began to creep into his mind…
Her tiny hand fell away from the door, smacking into her leg as it fell limply. Fog swirled around her mind as she tried to pick out that feeling that settled down in her stomach like a rock. The name for the weight that pressed down upon her tiny frame, it begged for her to name it. Yet the feeling that overtook her couldn't be named. Not by the young girl of only eleven years. It made her feel cold despite the warm humidity of the forest. The scent of decay that came from the rotten leaves scattered on the ground somewhere behind her made her feel sick. It was then she knew that happening upon this house must have been a mistake.
Before Aya could make the choice to run the door opened before her. She hesitated when she looked up, to see the familiar face. Her heart that felt as if it had previously stopped now rabidly came back to life, pounding against her rib cage as if it were a jackhammer trying to free itself from it's fragile confines. She could recognize him, only for a moment. For that moment she knew who he was, was certain that he was the boy...the boy that... Who? The fog had thickened making it hard to think. She was forgetting why she was afraid, why that stone had settled in her belly. Yet the feelings remained, even if she could not recall now why she knew his face.
His voice was lost on her ears at first, those bright blue eyes fading as if she were looking into the distance. Through him, at some thing far behind him. The thoughts that now raced through her head were telling her this was fake. She must being seeing things, but he didn't seem like those other creatures that chased her in those waking nightmares. He was unlike those figures her mind conjured up, but he had to fake. He couldn't really be there, maybe she was back home in her bed, dreaming.
“No...No I'm not lost.” Aya whispered out the words in a dream-like voice, as if she weren't really there. She couldn't pull herself out of the fog, and her body had been left on auto-pilot. So she faintly smiled in return to his. “I was just...exploring.”
Out of anger my character just threw something at yours! Send ☄ to hear my character’ thoughts just before/as they throw it!
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Ich-vergesse entered the castle
"Who would want that? They appear lively enough without being actually alive. I know a scool where a demon possesed doll wanders through the halls at night. It wants to eat souls~ But that is just a rumor, isn’t it?" Lambda knew now, it was certainly the daughter of the scientist she encouraged. But still… "Has this something to do with your father?"
A doll possessed by a demon, wandering a school for souls to eat. Aya didn't find that very far fetched at all. In fact it wasn't too different from that night, that one night. Aya's mind began to fog, blocking out that thought. She was forcing herself not think about the dolls that wandered the house, trying to kill her. “Huh?” Aya mumbled before realizing what she had said. “Well my father was a lover of his...'art'.”
ich-vergesse has encountered a wandering scientist
"Well, it’d seem so, but that’s what I get for using enemy prisoners as maids." He laughed. Prisoners as maids. Genius. "They actually got me a few times, but it wasn’t too bad. Really ruined my wardrobe though."
"Ah… You don’t like cats, I take it? You made a face there." He seemed fine with that, "So, would I be so bold as to ask what you do for fun? I’m fond of making things, myself." given his talk of devices, it was probably his forte. Who knew what sort of wondrous trinkets this man carried with him? Actually, he probably didn’t even know himself.
Aya stared blankly at him for some time, was he some kind of idiot? Who would use somebody, that was clearly not to be trusted, as their maid? A maid should be somebody who know is going to do their job, and do it right without trying to screw things up. You should at least be able to trust them to not attempt killing you. Honestly, it was like this man was asking for death.
Her eyes flicked over to him momentarily as she decided to ignore the question he answered himself. No point in beating a dead dog, as he had already grasped the idea of her dislike for cats. Like everything else, a cat was much prettier when it didn't move. It was nicer as well. “I mostly just explore, or sit around at home.”
+1 Little Girl in the Garden
"Yes, it was quite rude of you to enter the house. I don’t suppose the owner knows you’re in here, does she?" He wondered if she was another that the witch would want to dispose of. Another soul for the taking. Of course, he wouldn’t do anything to her, not yet. She hadn’t angered him, only slightly annoy the clock. But, she was being better company than those flowers so far.
She tilted her head to the side. Before now she would have sworn the house was empty. Despite the sound of footsteps behind her, there was never anybody around. She could have sworn she heard voices but that could have been her own mind playing tricks like always. "Owner?" she mumbled. "I would think not, you are the first I've seen here."
