Chasing A Dying Sun

Indie RP blog for Noiz Färber of DRAMAtical Murder. Mun is above the age of consent. Tracking: NothinButAHoundDog

[attributeblessed-blog]

Anyone know of a trans/nb person who needs a binder?

TL;DR I’m fucking tired of dealing with Underworks and I don’t wanna do this exchange so I’m just switching to a new site to buy another. I have a black medium full chest binder that doesn’t fit me and I want to give away.

[irresistableintonation]

||; 声 ;|| —- Ren had been tucked away safely in Aoba’s bag, ignorant of the words exchanged between Noiz and Aoba. It came as a tremendous surprise when he suddenly found himself in online mode, standing in the middle of a fabricated, virtual area.

         ”Aoba, what is going on?” Ren’s own question was answered when he noticed Aoba’s opponent across the field. “We are… Going to fight him?”

        Giving Ren an affirmative nod, Aoba steeled himself with clenched fists. He was totally ready for this, he could beat Noiz at Rhyme any day. Let’s see, uh, what was… Wait…

       Aoba’s evident hesitance caused Ren to shoot him a look of concern. How did Aoba expect to fight Noiz, let alone win against him, when he had no idea how to play? No, it was more like he couldn’t remember. He just had to access those memories again somehow.

       Almost as if on cue, a dull migraine began to build up in Aoba’s head. Now, of all times?! Aoba clenched his teeth, bringing one hand up to gingerly cup his forehead. If only he had taken his medicine today!

[nothinbutahounddog]

It took a few seconds for the UI to load inside of his mask, when it did he shoves his hands into his coat pockets and turned his head slightly to the side. He zoomed in on Aoba's face, snapping a quick screenshot before taking a single step forward.

All of the Usagi shouted an affirmative and fell into their ranks. Kagome tripped on their shoe on the way but joined soon enough. "Are you ready to fight?" He figures he could ask just out of courtesy for agreeing to actually battle. He doesn't give much room for an answer.

"Destruction Set." He mutters, and the 'commander'  Usa-chan yells out his command. Once again the Usagi affirm it before hopping. They rush to the two, circling them like electrons to an atom.

Noiz has 10 and 3 close in on Ren, attacking him and not Aoba yet.

[nothinbutahounddog]

[nothinbutahounddog]

Does anyone know where the template for the pregnancy test meme is? I have an idea and I think it will be hilarious but I need the template.

[nothinbutahounddog]

"Did we really just do that?"

     Noiz licked the pads of his fingers, tasting the last of the ice cream sandwich he just ate. Clear was bewildered, and Noiz couldn't decide if it was annoying or sorta cute. He sucked his thumb and released it with a loud pop.

     "Yeah, you were there. In case you couldn't realize that." It wasn't that big of a deal, Noiz's was good enough that people liked to see his Rhyme matches, so word of one would spread fast. Of course that meant Akushima would usually come prowling around at some point.

     They had ended up taking down a few cops to help some girl with a limp get out. It wasn't his idea, but he had stuck around to help. Of course that meant they both had multiple counts of assaulting an officer, resisting arrest, and probably some more Akushima would pin on them that didn't make any sense.

    Such horrible deeds had called for a celebration, and Noiz picked up an ice cream sandwich from a street vendor while escaping.

[nothinbutahounddog]

"My fate is in your hands."

     "Prepare for disappointment. Where's your diagnostic port?" He says, handing Clear a plug to put in his diagnostic port. Seeing as Noiz had never done any kind of technical work on Clear's kind he had no idea where the port would even be placed.

     "As dramatic as you fucking sound you'd think you're gonna fry any second. What makes you think this bug is such a big deal?"

[queenxregina-blog]

SENTENCE PROMPTS MEME.

send one of the following sentences to me for my muses response. mixture of angst, fluff, nsfw and everything inbetween. taken from sources such as movies, tv shows, songs and my own brain. 

"How long have we been down?" 

"Am I supposed to just let you go?" 

"Are you real?" 

"Shut up and kiss me." 

"You look homeless." 

"Do you kids want anything? Some snacks? A condom?" 

"I’m not gay/lesbian." 

"I’m destined to be a crazy cat lady/man." 

"Time won’t change me." 

"It’s empty in the valley of your heart." 

"You did this?" 

"I will hold on hope." 

"Shit, you really are tone deaf." 

"I’d rather burn than boil." 

"I see you found my little…hobby." 

"Never trust a drunk." 

"You have no idea what I’m capable of." 

"Long live the Queen/King" 

"It’s like a warm, wet hug." 

"I predict a riot." 

"I’m in no mood." 

"Is this where we all sing Kum-Bah-Yah?" 

"There’s nothing I hate more than a racist." 

"Well, part of your discretion is falling out of your blouse." 

"Killers don’t wear aprons." 

"As you wish." 

"Word of advice, shithead. Don’t you ever wake up." 

"You’ve never heard of Leonardo Dicaprio?!" 

"If you try to fuck me then I shall fuck you too." 

"Rock and Roll’s the Devils work." 

"You’re a fat loser and you have body odour." 

"I am lost and so alone." 

"I’m asking for your guidance." 

"My father thinks you’re evil." 

"I still have your underwear." 

"I’m pregnant." 

"Show’s over, motherfuckers." 

"Aw dude, this is one gay looking taser." 

"If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead." 

"If you don’t pay your rent, I’m kicking you out." 

"That is so punk rock!" 

"It’s a nice day for a white wedding." 

“God. This is the loneliest place I’ve ever been and I lived in a tree for eight months.” 

"People are strange." 

"It’s a nice day to start again." 

"I’ve been gone for fourteen days. I could have been gone for more." 

"Do you think he’ll/she’ll ever come home?" 

"They tried to stone me, my dear. It did not work." 

"Get off my son/daughter, you bitch!" 

"Try not to get worried." 

"I’m sure I just need some rest." 

"You light a fire inside of me." 

"I threw my pie for you." 

"I wanna get out of here." 

"Don’t you dare leave me again, [ insert name ]" 

"Life isn’t a Katherine Heigl movie." 

"Why are you so obsessed with him/her?" 

"Of course, my horse." 

"You’re so naive." 

"There’s no such thing as perfect." 

"Imperfection is underrated." 

"It’s such an ugly world for something so beautiful." 

"I’m not fond of asking." 

"You’re so vain, I bet you think this song is about you." 

"Are you challenging me?" 

"This is the best fucking pie I have ever tasted." 

"Little children should be seen and not heard." 

"Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night." 

"You belong to me." 

"I will always wait for you." 

"You’re the magician’s assistant in their dream." 

"Don’t marry her, fuck me." 

"We will never be royals." 

"There must be an angel, playing with my heart." 

"I must be hallucinating." 

"Will you marry me?" 

"We were made to be together." 

"Jesus loves you!" 

"She’s got a boyfriend/girlfriend anyway." 

"Just like me, they long to be, close to you." 

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard." 

"Bad girls do it well." 

"Don’t you wish your girlfriend/boyfriend was hot like me?" 

"You do not own me." 

"I own you." 

"There’s a difference between wanting something and needing it." 

"Why so serious?" 

"Describe your perfect date." 

”[ insert name here ] is flawless.” 

"Do you have to a pretentious bitch all of the time?" 

"Okay?" 

"This is our infinity." 

"Ask me again when you learn some manners." 

"When I am with you, there’s no place I’d rather be." 

"Did we really just do that?" 

"At the end of the day, there’ll be nothing but trouble." 

"When will my life begin?" 

"Now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project." 

"Look at you as fragile as a flower." 

"Guess I always knew this day was coming." 

"Trust me, pet. Mother knows best." 

"Please, sit. Make yourself at home." 

"I’m allergic to bullshit." 

"Is it your aim to ruin my life?" 

"My fate is in your hands." 

"Go ahead, get mugged and left for dead." 

"I wanna stay inside all day." 

"Are you satisfied?" 

"People will talk." 

"For goodness sake, let us be young." 

"I’m nobody."

[nothinbutahounddog]

"Yo! Rabbit boy! Wanna get some pizza?"

     "...Together?" The blond asked, taking a light drag of a cigarette. He flung the half finished thing into a nearby storm drain. It bounced off the grating and settled in the street.

     "Why?"

[nothinbutahounddog]

A little headcanon-ing about Noiz's Rhyme get up. That giant bunny mask/helmet he wears is actually a special display.

See, the way his health relates to the Usagimodoki is very, very tedious. But he likes being able to micro manage it. Each of his little boxers have a health bar. It's obviously much shorter than Noiz's and if you added up all the Usagi they would match Noiz's bar.

He has a display running all of this inside his mask, when taking damage he can choose to order one Usagi to take more damage than another, or have them both share the damage. The same amount of damage is dealt. And as this health bar goes down for each one they weaken. So Noiz can choose two weaker attacks or one with a full strength attack.

This kind of micromanaging is not usually needed unless he is really being challenged by an opponent. But he likes having the option and he really does need a special UI for it.

[inboxmemethings-deactivated2015]

Our muses are underground fighters, send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to yours entering the ring as their opponent.

[nothinbutahounddog]

If any of you guys have Smash Brothers for the 3DS you should send me an ask and we can trade friend codes and battle. Warning: I suck. Or if you have Pokemon or Animal Crossing: New Leaf.

[irresistableintonation]

||; 声 ;|| —- Had Aoba gone too far? No, no; Noiz could use a bit of an ass-kicking. He considered merely stating that the offer of a match was simply enough to have peaked Noiz’s interest and kept him there, but that would surely go in one ear and out the other as Noiz sulked all the way back to his apartment. Aoba had to go through with this. He would lose all credibility if he didn’t.

                         Besides, this could be interesting.

      “Yes. Right now.” Aoba paused, “If you’re ready for it, I mean.”

[nothinbutahounddog]

Noiz nearly skipped back into the room, a hand tapping away at some keys on his Coil. He was smiling, obviously pleased to get his way, and he looked right to Aoba as a finger hovered over the final key.

"Here we go." He dragged them both into a hidden server, embracing the disconcerting pulling feeling when he was having his very own conscious pulled into the warped field. It seems like many people did Rhyme here on the run, or at least near by. It wasn't the worst Noiz had seem, but it was definitely a work of Picasso.

Noiz's casual clothes were covered, by a heavy lab coat and he accepted the heavy weight of the bunny mask on his head. His Usagimodoki were looking ready, doing warm up stretched and cartwheels around him.

Except Kagome, but they were always a bit...slow.

"You ready?" He said, with much less ceremony than last time.

[irresistableintonation]

||; 声 ;|| —- There Noiz went again, storming off like a child. It appeared that his first attempt at exiting was merely a bluff, but after being challenged, Aoba had no doubt in his mind that Noiz would disappear out the door and hide from him for days on end. Aoba decided to give it one more shot to try and prove his point.

       “Noiz,” he loudly called after the other in a firm voice, “Rhyme with me.”

[nothinbutahounddog]

He had gotten just beyond the door frame when he heard it, the clock on the wall faded to static, refusing to cooperate. He shook his head and peeked around the edge of the door frame to see if he was serious.

"Right now?"

[immxbile-moved-blog]

          Cold air brushed over his cheeks and Aoba clung tightly to Noiz’s shoulders, his unseeing eyes wide as he imagined where they would be going.

          Running away seemed so simple of a term. Escaping was better. It had gotten too loud, too stressful, just too much in general where they had been. Now, leaving to somewhere new would be perfect. Finding their own ways of living would be so much better.

          Noiz seemed to be a little more tense than usual, his arms tightly holding the amputee as he ran through unknown streets and alleyways. If Aoba hadn’t downed so many pills of his anti-depressants, he would be a little more alert, listening to people around them, if any, hoping that they didn’t get somewhere too shifty or threatening. But he wasn’t.

          He was smiling, listening to the jingling of the zippers and chains adorning the backpack Noiz had stuffed full with Aoba’s meds, some clothing, money, whatever he managed to get into the small thing, smelling the night breeze, and feeling the warmth of Noiz’s skin under his finger tips where his hands stay locked behind the blond’s neck. He probably should ask where they were going. Yet no destination seemed obvious quite yet. And truthfully, Aoba didn’t mind. Maybe it was the medication and the haziness in his mind, but he wanted to stay with Noiz as long as he could…

                         ”Are you.. Are you tired from runnin’ yet, Noiz?" 

nothinbutahounddog

[nothinbutahounddog]

His legs were used to being strained like this, but there was something about the new sensation of the burn that seemed to creep its way up Noiz's spine and tear at him. He didn't have much trouble with bleeding these days, but for some reason whenever he saw the opening from an alley to a main street it looked like a doorway and he could hear it crumble behind him as he continued.

"No. Not until we reach the plane." A car would have been too suspicious and he didn't want his name on any files or papers. It was easier that way.

"Pull the hood back over your head, no one can see you right now." He didn't want anyone recognizing him and asking where he was going, he tightened his grasp on the boy and took a few more sharp turns. He would explain everything once the drugs wore off and they were in the sky.

He couldn't trust Koujaku around Aoba, or Clear. Ren, he wasn't sure. He has Ren disconnected from his battery and in the bag. He didn't want him taking anything into his own hands and enabling his GPS feature.

Clear had done this, and Koujaku couldn't pull his head out of his ass and realize just how much his brooding hurt Aoba's recovery. And while Noiz was hardly a paragon of mental stability he was the one with enough balls to suggest a reasonable plan for getting Aoba. 

That means something right?

Maybe it was selfish, it was like some shitty romance novel. He was taking Aoba and rushing him away to some fairy tale. A few more turns, Noiz has to reroute as he sees some Benishigure members and he can't afford for them to see. They'd contact Koujaku.

[irresistableintonation]

||; 声 ;|| —- “I told you what you wanted to hear and you want on to say I didn’t tell you anything at all. That’s what makes the least sense to me.”

        “I'm only talking. You're the one who's choosing to stay here. That must mean that you're at least a little interested in what I have to say.”

[nothinbutahounddog]

"And..." Aoba has said he gave nothing and he was about to argue that until Aoba pointed out that Noiz was, in fact, still here. A little surge of annoyance flowed through him at that.

"Not anymore." He continues his way out the door. Somewhere in the BG 'Shake It Off' plays but it's only one part looped over and over. "But I can't make 'em stay".

[nothinbutahounddog]

♤

Cooking Headcanon

Now that I typed this headcanon thing it can only barely be associated with cooking but aw hell let’s keep it.

So I already touched down on the fact that Noiz is lactose intolerant in an earlier headcanon post. Now, I also pointed out that Noiz continues to consume and cook with milk. He’s making food that leaves him ill. Why?

It’s not laziness, but it’s because milk is a rather firm staple of an American diet. In fact, most countries in the world actually have a rather high percentage of people with a lactose intolerance. America is startlingly low though (probably due to the fact that in colonial America you didn’t always have the luxury of choosing from the wide assortment of things like in a settled land, so you got used to what you had).

Noiz has gotten slightly better when it comes to not puking, but his stomach usually still hurts. But it’s comforting for him to use milk and such in cooking and meals because it makes the gap between his inner life and his outer life less obvious. Which decreases the bleeding effect of his inner world to his outer world.

[theonewhoisruledbyfear-blog]

Specific Headcanons -- Go!

Put one of these symbols (or more) in my ask box, and I’ll let you know the following for my muse or a ship involving my muse:

☾ : Sleep headcanon

☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon

☼ : Childhood headcanon

⋆ : Sex headcanon

☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)

♤ :  Cooking headcanon

☻ : Mood headcanon

♒ : Any other question of your choosing