淡島世理

come a little closer, then you'll see... things aren't always what they seem to be. do you understand the things that you would see here? do you understand the things that you've been dreaming?

[contracas]

                        Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ

                                               ʜow    there’s    ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs  a                                                little more ιηησcєηcє left to    

                                                                                (ｌｏｓｅ)

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hey lil mama lemme whisper in ya ear

Send one of these to my muse and they'll react to having it whispered in their ear. It's a mix of fluff, angst, and nsfw.

"I'm going to kill you."

"You're mine, and mine alone."

"No one's gonna harm you."

"Stay away from me."

"Watch your back."

"Kiss me or kill me, the choice is yours."

"I'm going to make you tremble."

"I love you."

"I hate you."

"By the time I'm done with you the whole block is going to know my name."

"What's that? Cat got your tongue?"

"If you don't leave right now I'm going to kick your ass."

"I want you, now."

"I need you."

"You can't touch me."

"Promise me you'll be gentle."

"You don't make the demands here."

"Stop me if you hate me so much."

"I'm going to tear you inside out."

"Say my name."

"Stay with me, please."

"Don't leave."

"You're the best thing I have."

"Please don't hate me."

"You're all I have left."

"Say that you love me, please I need to hear it."

"Just leave I don't need you."

"Hope is a lie."

"I want to have your babies."

"I want you to have my babies."

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Send me a ✍ and I will generate a number 1-200 and make I'll a starter based on what I get.

178. The scent of rotting carcasses filled the air.

{ ❅ } ;;                                Disgusting. 

              Literally the first thought to come to mind was about how morbid this place was. The scent of carcasses filled the air. Luckily it didn’t seem to be coming from human remains, just dead animals. They knew because Domyouji wasn’t watching where he was going and had accidentally stepped on a deer carcass. Being the child he is, he shrieked which led to Awashima and Akiyama’s examination. 

                                       ”This strain seems to take to animal corpses,” he sighed. "What exactly would be the use of them?" 

         Seri was silent for a time, her mind seeming to ponder more over Domyoji's immaturity and insensibility rather than the animal carcasses and their relation to a strain. For an adult he was quite skiddish -- and by squealing over lifeless animal bodies, he didn't appear to be doing much good for the group. Of course, he had led them to a hint; though after discovering such, he seemed to be in too much of a shock to help further. He had been sent back to the car to whine himself out, and to inform the others of the situstion.

         She wasn't quite sure of the circumstances; but, knowing that most Japanese families preferred to cremate their relatives, instead of burying them as full corpses in the Western style, she had understood why animal bodies were chosen as replacements. The only question which she had was more difficult to understand, though. Why the dead, and not living beings? Carcasses weren't good for much, as many were rotting and lacked an able body. 

         "They are obviously more plentiful than human corpses," Seri mumbled under her breath absent-mindedly, as if she wasn't quite so sure of the reasons why herself, "though they're absolutely worthless in terms of everything other than their stench. Are we sure they weren't used to mask something else?"

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{ Seri is literally in a huge bromance with all the Scepter 4 boys. }

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⌊♱☲♱⌉         Dardanos was all too weary of the lieutenant of the Blue clan. He never did trust them, and as far as he was concerned the higher their rank the more untrustworthy they became. He wasn’t sure why he disliked them so much — maybe it was the fact that they were always after his own clan, or perhaps he’d taken Vierra as a solid first impression of them. Either way, he didn’t like having Blues in his King’s territory.

          The sword approached the woman with his sanctum aflare, a thin, glaring line of red aimed at the blonde. "Why are you in HOMRA’s territory?" He questioned once in suitable earshot. He knew that she, as a part of Scepter 4, may very well have had legal business in this part of the city, but all the same he demanded a legitimate reason.

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         Seri probably wouldn't have blamed a Red clansman for being hostile with her, when she was in their territory whilst on-duty. Being suited in her full Scepter 4 uniform would've alerted all of them, and didn't seem to do much good for her in terms of avoiding conflict. To be seen, as an on-duty member of the Blue Clan, in a rival clan's territory without invite, it was almost like asking for some tension.

         Nonetheless, she was there for work; and thus, was not focused too much on the idea of picking a fight with anyone. For the time being, Seri had to be intent on eliminating threats -- not sparking them up.

         And so, with a rather cold voice, she gave her reply, "Business requires it," put simply enough. It was blunt enough for the man to understand, and quite straight-to-the-point. "I don't believe the Red King has ever made complaints as to the duties of Scepter 4, and I'd assume he'd rather not get in the way. Take his lead, as I'm not about to jeopardize my job for some foolish scramble."

         Perhaps the ending bit wasn't required, though it may have helped slightly, should the man calling out to her decide to make an attack. At this point, unnecessary fighting was immature, and wouldn't bode well for Seri to have been associated with. She was only in their territory for one reason -- to fulfill her job; doing something other than that was completely out of the question.

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just saying - 

i don’t think you understand

i want invasive anons that piss my character off. i want questions about their family and lovers and etc. i want responses to memes (you never know what a meme can do). i want random magic anons.

i want to interact with my followers. 

you are always free to send me anything, anonymous or not.

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♬

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Somebody Told Me - The Killers

Pace yourself for me,I said maybe, [baby], please.

         While Seri was not completely controlling over her clansmen, and did have a sense of respect for their free wills, she still expected a certain grade of work to come out of them. In return for their time off-duty, their meals and beds, their access to training facilities, and even their auras, it was expected of them to put forth effort into work. Be it simple paperwork, or the work that many swordsmen were capable of out in the field -- capturing and detaining rogue strains, each clansman was to be showing his worth.

         The only problems that would seem to come of her clan were when the members didn't work up to their full potential. Their excuses and complaints never worked, anyhow; and by wasting what benefits they could've produced from their work, many lost their trust with Seri.

         Simply put -- she didn't like to see them slacking, when they should've been taking their time. And so, whenever she did have the chance to patrol around the office on her own time, watching over the workers was a habit. If, by chance, they were trying with half a brain to complete their work, she would be quick to scold; yet, if they were working properly, she'd still find the time to issue a warning.

         Fushimi was always good about his work, and Seri knew so. Even seeing him on one of her short routes around the building, whilst he was at work with his papers, she felt oddly compelled to say something simple to him -- maybe to give him a slight hint. But honestly, she wasn't sure why. He was independent, and might've brushed it off; seeing as he was never one to be seen out-of-it.

         "Fushimi-kun," she said, voice sharp, "don't rush the work. Just because you're capable, don't think that you won't make mistakes."

         If any problem would come from him, it would be as a result of his cockiness. Perhaps he might've thought that all his work would end up perfect, without any errors -- simply because he willed it to. He might've had the idea that everything in the end would be fine, because he, as a worker, was very proficient.

         In all honesty, though, if he felt that confident about himself, something was wrong. Heeding warnings and taking cues from a superior should be his focus; they were meant to guide him responsibly, so he wouldn't act foolishly as a result of his own will.

[sadistfushimi]

I don’t want to lose so I’m trying to be strong

   Battered and worn out, Saruhiko fought against every instinct to simply collapse the minute he made it back to where the rest of Scepter4 was stationed. His body ached from the overexertion and he let out an irritated sigh.

   But despite the wear and tear to his body he came out on top. Losing hadn’t been an option, never had been. And despite being outmatched at first, he pushed forward. All part of that reckless behavior people seemed so concerned about.

   Maybe that was why he was expecting her the minute he got back. She would reprimand him for acting impulsively, it seemed to ne her specialty. With a slight click of his tongue he massaged his sore shoulder, greeting the woman before she could even speak. “Lieutenant. Something I can help you with?”

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         Seri had hesitated for a moment, her opened mouth closing for a split second so she could clench her jaw. It was slightly irritating for her, simply to be in the presence of Fushimi-kun; he had absolutely no idea what true manners were -- speaking rudely and without any respect for who he was addressing; his whole body seemed to simply say 'get away' -- it was turned away from her, and had been hunched over protectively; and he always seemed to act foolishly, be it under her command or not.

         And in fact, that was the reason for her visit. Doubtless, Fushimi already knew that, and was just putting on the standard act for kicks -- as if he truly had no idea what Seri was planning to scold him for. But despite the fact that he was a pain in the side to be around and have to work with, it was undeniable that he was intelligent. Seri would hardly have to explain herself to him, as he already knew what was coming.

         "You know what I'm here for, Fushimi-kun," she announced rather sternly, arms moving to fold over one another. "It's not about your behavior, though I admit I'd like to address that at some point, soon."

         She took a glance down at him, even though his back had been turned; and while she was hoping for a face-to-face conversation, it was almost a given that she wouldn't get what she wanted. Perhaps talking to someone's back could end just as well as it might've face-to-face, but it was certainly much more annoying for the person speaking.

         "This is about your self-reasoning skills and battle impulses," Seri huffed aloud, her mind skeptical of whether or not Fushimi was actually listening to her. With his back to her, it was hard to decipher. "And you understand that, don't you?"

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♬ (From Eiji- is this alright?)

;send me a ♬ and I'll shuffle my music. whatever song pops up, i'll use as a starter.

In Front of Me - Infected Mushroom

Why can't I see what's in front of me?

         Tripping wasn't an everyday occurrence for Seri; in fact, it was actually almost unheard of for her. She had never been a careless woman, who was easily preoccupied, but instead kept herself stern and dignified -- hardly the type to be labeled as clumsy or mindless.

         She didn't often trip, to put it simply. Her eyes were always focused ahead of her, and she never allowed her mind to be off-set or wandering. It was only this once, by chance, that her eyes had been covered by her hair, and thus blocked her vision.

         However, when she hit face-first into the man ahead of her, she didn't say something. There was no apology that escaped her lips, nor was there any excuse to why she'd run into him. Instead, all that Seri could manage; or perhaps, wanted to manage, was a soft sigh.

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High for This (Ellie Goulding Cover)(PatrickReza Remix)- The Weeknd

Open your hand,Take a glass...Don't be scared,I'm right here.

         She should’ve expected some sort of flattery from the bartender; as per her usual visit to his bar, he seemed not to act any different from his normal self. He was still as playful and joking as ever, not once managing to take anything about Seri’s visit seriously.

         And of course, it was, again, only natural for him to offer a drink “on the house”, so he called it. While the offer was very tempting, and much appreciated, Seri didn’t particularly want to subject herself to having a free drink on his account; should she have taken it, then she must’ve owed him something in return. Even if he was attempting to be friendly, telling her not to be afraid or skeptical of his offer, she was more intelligent than to just accept the drink on a whim.

         "I am not unable to pay for myself, Kusanagi," her eyes squinted in a slight sense of mocking, lips parting only slightly to speak, "I’d prefer to buy my own drinks, if it’s not too much of a problem to you."

         Her hand slipped to her side carefully, fingers outstretching just far enough in the purse she’d slung over her shoulder to pull out a small wallet. She showed it to the man at the counter, a slight smile on her face, as if to only tease him further. She was, after all, quite fine with paying for herself — and if Kusanagi needed the reassurance that she could, the wallet would hopefully suffice for evidence.

         "I’m not helpless."

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♒ [If you don't mind? ^^]

;send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

         "There's blood on your shirt," Seri announced almost hesitantly, eyes lowered down to the bar in front of her instead of towards the bartender.

         Her fingers lightly gripped against her drink's glass, bringing it to her lips for a brief drink. She had used the action as a sort of filler; being that she wasn't particularly thirsty, and was of course a woman to savor her drinks throughout a long time period, it was unnatural. Seri had meant for it to seem normal -- as if she was simply taking a drink -- but it was suspicious, to say the least. Drinking at such an odd time, and with such an odd manner; it was unnecessary.

         However, it was only meant to hide her expression in a sort of a diversion. After pointing out that someone's shirt was stained with blood, it was instinct for Seri to automatically preoccupy herself. She wasn't worried or upset over the fact, nor was she quick to jump to the rescue by offering her help for the bartender, but she was simply surprised. She was surprised that Izumi would let something like that slip past her while she was dressing; even a speck of blood would, undoubtedly, have been caught and washed off with bleach.

         Seri hadn't expected that type of disorder to come from the bartender.

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♒ (From Shun- a Strain)

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         "You look like hell," the woman said rather bluntly, her expression still and reserved as usual. If she had wanted to say something meaningful, there was a wasted opportunity; because at this point, all that Seri was doing could probably be considered as a twisted sort of taunting.

         She had, in fact, noticed a strain in the public presence, and bore witness to see said strain change their appearance for a brief second. Hair, eyes, and facial structure -- each seemed to transform into something completely different, within a few moments' time. That was, surely, a red flag to be sparked up for Seri.

         As a member of Scepter 4, her priorities were to take rogue strains into custody; and this one right here, who happened to possess the powers of a shape-shifter, was rather foolish to have openly used her powers. It was almost too easy to notice, like the very obvious elephant in the room, that there was a strain using their abilities right in front of a swordsman who's job was to control them.

         And so, when confronting that foolish strain, Seri had taken it upon herself to add a small bit of humor to her words, by implying that "looking like hell" had something to do with the ability to change one's outward appearance. Perhaps, if this strain really wanted to do so, she could transform herself into a real living hell, couldn't she?

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♒ (i hope you don't mind????)

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         "Romance is key."

         A classy woman has classy thoughts. Hopefully you'll keep that in mind before you accidentally brush up against her backside whilst on the subway train, young man.

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         "Don’t be mad, I’m sorry," Seri stated quite suddenly, without much hesitation to the statement. She had quickly jumped to the opportunity to apologize, almost as if she had seen the situation coming, and had prepared beforehand.

         Not really. Mistakes, such as accidentally tripping a man on the sidewalk when he doesn't move with the crowds, often happens, and the ones who have caused the conflict don't deserve an apology. It was as a result of their own carelessness that some trouble had been stirred up.

         It was because the man in front of her had stopped suddenly that she had fallen into his backside, in turn, knocking him to the ground with her. In the chance that she was rude, she probably would've scolded him for not paying attention; however, she had soon remembered that she was not a lieutenant for the whole world, and therefore wouldn't be allowed to command people outside of her ranks.

         A shame, really.

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♒

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         "What happened to your face?" Seri's voice wasn't quite like it's usual dignified and proper one; this voice sounded weaker and more strained, as if it could falter or crack at any given time in her speech. "Captain--"

         It was quite un-characteristic of her to be worried, especially for a man who always seemed to be capable of taking care of himself, but it was undeniable that she still owed her loyalty to him. It was, as any worthy clansman might say, up to the sovereign's subjects to take care of him, as he might for them. Despite the fact that Seri never wanted to make herself out as the weak man in a situation by showing too much emotion and compassion, it was probably given that she might overreact to her leader being injured -- whether in-action or not.

         And so, when he had caught her sight in a messy state, it was her first instinct to check up on him -- to make sure that the mark appearing to be some sort of wound on his head wasn't terribly harming him.