h eyy I haven't died yet. I've been kept super busy by this and that but it should be clearing up little by little soon. The Ko will return, I swear. ;v;
[The usual threat dies in his throat when he remembers that the Kuzuryuu name has no pull there. He scoffs, looking away and grudgingly continuing his thoughts in a slightly disgruntled tone with wiser words.]
The quiet smile, pleasant and unwavering, hardly shifted from his lips, though the pianist seemed interested. He tipped one spidery hand outwards in a shrug.
❝ Curious, is all. Sort of an initi––
ation for us raffled idols, as in
unavoidable. Nagito Komaeda
and I needed an hour to find my
room for the first time. ❞
10 Things You (Probably) Didn’t Know About The Muse
↳ SUPER FAME MONSTER LEVEL: VOCAL PIANIST
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 repost 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.)
TAGGED BY: mxndain
10 QUESTIONS:
Irony. It's so interesting how some things work out, and here is a word to sum that up in a neat package. Also, not the corniest thing I could have said, right?
2. What is your least favorite word?:
Disgusting. A lot of words sound just like their meaning. And a harsh one.
3. What turns you on?:
...haha, funny.
I'll pretend that this is an innocent question. Ah––. Hm. Determination, and, intelligence are a decent start. Well we can safely say that my talent isn't self expression.
4. What turns you off?:
Besides questions like this? Ignorance, rudeness, and vanity.
5. What sound do you love?:
Rain. It never gets too loud, but otherwise I don't really have a reason.
6. What sound do you hate?:
The godawful sounds people who have no business touching instruments make with them.
7. What is your favorite curse word?:
So sorry, no cursing allowed. Bad for image.
8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?:
I was very content with the idea of taking over my family's music business, but I suppose I still get in time doing so every once in a while. It's, well, more relaxing.
9. What profession would you not like to do?:
An office job. I don't think I could ever be patient enough to sit at a desk for hours a day.
10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates?:
What a question... I'm not so particular, really. As long as I can rest.
BONUS QUESTIONS:
1. Something most people don’t know about you?:
Just one thing? Aha, just kidding. No, I do not bleach my hair and I can at least passably play most instruments. The piano is just my favorite.
2. Sexual Preference?
Haven't you heard? Forbidden.
3. What position do you sleep in?:
Left side.
4. What if someone told you… you HAD to lose, just this one time?
Why, are odds the problem? Mm, never mind that's not the point. Everyone loses, so I would just deal with it. Simple.
5. Greatest fear?
Having no purpose.
6. If you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be?
I don't know, but I would rather it made me famous than infamous.
7. If you were told to choose just one person you could remember if you ever lost your memory, who would it be?
My mother, probably.
8. Name one thing in your room that holds a special meaning to you.
Oh the important things aren't in my "room". There is one piano, in the store near my family home, I'm afraid I can't say which one.
9. Any peculiar ritual before going to bed?
Medicine, usually some tea, and whatever's on hand for a short bit of reading. Ah I also learned my lesson about tying my hair back a bit before bed, learned it well.
TAGGING:
Most of my followers have already been tagged hA. Please feel free to do it if you haven't, though!
+ Even with the pollution echoing through the clouds, there are still days of good honest sun and she embraces them as best she can when her sister is busier with more important people - pulling her hoodie tighter around herself to keep out the cold breeze the daylight can do nothing to quite dispell. There’s music in the air - literally. Mioda must be home. Mukuro makes a note to check that once her self-imposed patrolls are complete.
There’s -
(nothing probably, her paranoia dragging nails down the chalkboard of her spine, but)
- something, behind her. She turns instantly on her heel to face it, reasoning that if there is someone they’ll be impressed by her apparent show of omniscience and if there’s nobody then there’s nobody to judge her for giving in to her nerves.
Even after months exposed to such, the smog that discolors the air ( warping almost like the wobble of heat in summery skies ) burns his lungs with each breath. In, out; oh he's not all too concerned with the rhythm failing him anytime soon, fragile but stubborn things in his chest, and there are a contingent of many other things to worry about. The chemicals he pictures searing through delicate tissue are clawless beasts among the true monsters that lurk about.
But he's on the move today ––branching out from carefully considered haunts–– and with a step around a crumbling building's corner there is company. Company with eyes pinned to his boney form like a dart in corkboard, well, fortune best not give out on him today. Fabric slips to bunch loosely at the sharp joints of his elbows just by lifting hands; placating? Weaponless? ' I'd rather you didn't kill me '? In a way he hopes to hint at all of he above just by that and a lackadaisical quirk of lips, saving the words for another moment.
❝ Oh you don't need to
tell me that. I've known
it for long enough. ❞
He moved for a chuckle, breaking into amusement after actually leaning inward ( anticipating a word of advice ), but it was disrupted by a stifled cough that r a t t l e d in his thin chest. Sickness was never a subtle trait on the pianist.
❝ But lucky you. Before the
Foundation and their con-
coctions I probably sniffled
my way through mine and
your share of them. ❞
❝ Waah! Monaka-chan had thought she
told you not to get too close! Your stench is
burning Monaka-chan’s nose hairs and it’s
disgusting. Go drown in a tub of bleach or
stay exactly fifty feet away from Monaka-chan
at all times. ❞
❝ You can calm down I wasn't
planning to do anything alike
visiting y o u, specifically. But
it's always a refreshing exper-
ience. Were you looking for
someone or... going about do-
ing whatever it is you do––? ❞
❝ No no really. This actually
happens, more than you
would think. I'm just fine. ❞
Executing a spectacular, airborne trip in the middle of the sidewalk kudos of some uneven pavement? Y e s. Though it was nary seconds before the ivory haired male was back on his feet and idly pressing fingers against skin flaring an angry red on his jawline. Ouch, scrapes.
It is very difficult to mask his curiosity as the all encompassingly pale pianist drifted to peek over a stranger's nearby shoulder. The flashing lights of a gaming screen reflected as minuscule points on his pupils and he trapped hands in a clasp behind his back.
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
germansingergirl
2087
discoholicmusic
prguitarman
blakekathryn
yousharknotpass
