When all else fails there's always delusion.

Practically all the relationships I know are based on a foundation of lies and mutually accepted delusion. Status: Alive Health: 100 % Mental Status: broken and fragile Marital Status: too young Independent OC account. Read all pages before RPing; thank you. Faceclaim is Alois Trancy, voice claim is P!nk, the American singer. Childhood voice claim is Emilie Autumn. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood + Gore, Murder, Psychosis, Mental Illness. Don't like / want, don't follow.

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✂; When he patted next to him she hurried over as best she could and slowly lowered to place herself down next to him, the sandwich now more than half way gone. She took three more bites and then it was completely gone though her stomach hurt slightly, perhaps she just wasn’t used to eating such a sandwich especially after not having one for so long.

❦ — "Nnn..." He leaned against her carefully; having placed his tea down. Rure's blue eyes slid shut; his breathing slowly returning to a steady, even pace. Drifting in and out of dream land; he murmured, "Miss Angel's... Really nice..." He finally fell asleep; 

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My Adventure with the Slenderman | to Mandi

ok so like

im playing on a join.me and i was on a skype call

its going good

i had no wind of slenderman for like the entire game

i find the fifth note and im all

fuCK YEA IMMA FUCKING FINALLY WIN THI S SHIT

i turn around the gas tank

heS IN MY MOTHERFUCKING FACE

i gave up i walked off like

nope nope NOPE NOEP

my friends are laughing on the call

im just like

in my doorway

repeating nope

and just

i still cant anymore

im gonna beat that game ONE FRICKING DAY

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✂; Her eyes slowly widened upon being presented such a thing, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? she hadn’t had one of those in quite the while. “For me..?” That wasn’t something she got to say often, no one hardly ever gave her things, not even food so this was really a joyful time for her. She of course took the sandwich and soon enough she began slowly eating it, she couldn’t eat fast because she’d end up coughing from stressing too much with eating.

❦ — He sipped a cup of tea; watching her enjoy happily. Sitting on the couch again, he patted it next to him; feeling tired. One memory from childhood cropped up -- leaning against his bitch of a mother when feeling sleepy and in for a good nap. The eleven year old's energy gone; he just wanted to lean on her and drift off.

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... new muse go away i cant afford it today ok.

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✂; She simply stood in place once she was inside, she watched him for roughly a minute before her gaze shifted and she began studying her newly found surroundings. It wasn’t unusual for her, well, to be in abandoned buildings that is. That’s where she stayed most of the time since her care taker died, she’s been unable to locate a new one so she’s been skipping around and living in abandoned buildings.

❦ — He went into the makeshift kitchen; managing to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and give it to her. Oh how he hated faking himself. In reality, he could make an entire chicken dinner without a flaw. Handing it to her; he let out a giggle. "For Miss Angel!"

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✂; When he wiggled from her arms she let out a small breath as if she were relieved, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to keep that up much longer, not that she was complaining or he was heavy, no, no, she was just quite weak. She allowed herself to be grabbed by him, her bright blue hues gazing over the building in which he’d pointed to, how queer it seemed.

❦ — He kicked open the already abused door and flopped onto a couch; giggling. The place was falling apart, abandoned, and seedy in the fact that it was a love hotel. Otherwise; he and the place melded perfectly. The room that served as his kitchen / dining room was innappropriate for him; however, what with the naked ladies dancing on the wall.

❦ — "Welcome to my home!"

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“Oh, hello!” Natsume smiled, looking at the cute child who just bumped into her. 

❦ — Rure automatically knew she was in his hands like putty. A giggle flowed from his lips; hands grabbing up at her, wanting to be picked up. Screw being eleven, he looked way younger. "Who are you?"

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chrono days kingdom days or idol days.. /chooses chrono days bc hOT ASS CAT BOY YEA /subsequently killed by everyone

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just gonna promo my other blog once more

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✂; Now that she had him up and in her grasp she began moving in the direction he mentioned earlier, home. Her hold on him was tight though at the same time fairly gentle though sadly her body all in all was frail and weak so there were times when she took hesitant steps.

❦ — Those hesitant steps frightened him. Was his angel friend ok? The second he caught a glimpse of his home he managed to wiggle out of her arms and gently took her hand. "Come on, Miss Angel! Home's right there!" He let out a giggle; pointing at the abandoned love hotel.

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And when she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad she was homicidal! Hatchet, check! Scalpel, check! Rusty steel syringe... Check! It's time for war, It's time for blood, It's time for... tea! { the-cutebrunette }

❦ — The little child was playing in the park when another child had taken him off the swing by force of a push. The psychosis inside of him had him drag the other child off behind the monkey bars and bash his head in without a noise. Skipping away happily; he bumped into someone, looking up. "Hello~!"