say hello to something scary;

In the daylight, I’m your sweetheart, Your goody-two-shoes prude is a work of art But you don’t know me, And soon you won’t forget, Bad as can be, Yeah you know I’m not so innocent {Independent Psychopath Female!Touya rp blog }

[adventures-in-ai]

Ask me about an AU, and I'll try to describe what my muse would be like in that AU

You can also ask specific questions about them for that AU, if that’s what floats your boat

[psicosix]

when i have no will to write replies for any of my drafts on my accounts, it's a sign to do something else. Lets see how much school work i can do...

[psicosix]

         Welcome to the nɨǥħŧmȺɍɇ in my head,    Say hello to something sȼȺɍɏ              The mønsŧɇɍ in your bed          Just give in and you won’t be søɍɍɏ

t0uku

plasma-has-her

celadonfragrance

auraofthereincarnated

snapbacksandactionmoves

             ↳ Welcome to my øŧħɇɍ sɨđɇ

「✂」―; ‘tis the rhythmic strumming of the performer’s guitar that constructs a melodic symphony to diffuse throughout the hectic streets, harmonious tune conducting the gradual development of a crowd. ‘Tis inspired by the toils undertaken by the heart of constant tribulations and growth, a melody unparalleled amongst the others in this moment and it resounds without flaw or slip in the dance of fingers across the neck of the guitar.

      here, Blake can be located, mutually attracted with the distinctive tune and the presence of one too interesting to leave alone, currently in the ideal situation for the nonchalant commencing of a conversation.

                「it's really pretty, the music I mean... don't you think?」

[a-confusedwriter]

[psicosix]

Unfortunately For Blair, winter was becoming more and more evident with every passing day. Temperatures dropped, more leaves fell— at least from trees that had yet to loose them all— and of course this left him having to dress warmer when he went outside. The coquette didn’t particularly want to go outside when the cold only reminded him of bad things, but sometimes he unfortunately had no choice in the matter. Today was one such day considering he had been heading to his home that was separate from Touya’s, for it had been a while since he visited and considering his mother was no longer around, it was only fair for him to make sure nothing bad had happened to the place.

Ah, how nice it would be to go inside the house where it was warm and he could have some hot chocolate and hug Bandia until he got warm again. Such was a wonderful though— Though it was a thought that was cut short and couldn’t be contemplated over long before he found himself bumping into someone in the midst of his thoughts.

The whimper made him freeze immediately, staring down at the individual that had fell backwards… A girl, shit. The coquette couldn’t help but tense a little. That wasn’t good— Though from the looks of it, she seemed to be dressed like him… An alternate too, perhaps? How peculiar. However, such didn’t stop him from offering out a hand to her while his free hand rubbed at the back of his neck. “Sorry— Are you okay, sweetheart?”

「✂」―; the male conscience habitually verifies itself to be the easiest to manipulate for they severely miscalculate the inhumanity behind those who possess the capability to be perceived as delicate. Twas the shedding of tears and the frailty laced in her tone that precedes their ultimate demise ― pitiful.

       earthen tones inclines to the visage of which mirrors her own complexion, disregarding the slight variances which project his virility when compared to her femininity. Here stands her reflection, offering almost reflexive assistance that she gratuitously accepts.

                「n-no, it was my fault... I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking, but… I’m fine, really.」

       expression softened with an endearing smile and gentle hues, she reassuringly squeezes the held appendage.

                「thank you.」

[psicosix]

Blake is pretty much Dahlia 

cute, loveable, innocent, fragile exterior

when honestly she's terrifyingly demonic

[psicosix]

Is there anyone you hate?

「✂」―; twas but an inquiry radiating the essence of peculiarity and yet, completely platitude, a subject frequently proposed by skeptics whom search for the slightest indication of a solitary venomous thorn obligatory to exist within her beating organ. Their persistence was indeed admirable, though their investigation never progressed further than the verdict that she remains as ‘softhearted’ as speculations propose with her simple reassurance that;

      「the only person I could possibly hate is― 」

               a visible tremor, they no doubt assume that she is traumatized by the incident of his accidental death, ignorant of her actual satisfaction of his merciless demise.

      「―dead.」

               truth’s princess is confined within a nightmarish encasing, restrained articulation by psychological phantoms, concealing the revelation that veracity lies in the contrary. Her poisoned threads encompass all whom dwell in peace, mercifully sparing a solitary life from her twisted web of hate, not including those whom no longer exist in the realm of the living.

      「but hate’s a really strong word … don’t you think?」

[psicosix]

ok. it's really late and i'm falling asleep at the keyboard. I have everything in drafts and i'm going to bed. send blake some asks for me to get to in the morning.

[compassinq-deactivated20131214]

ANON HOUR STARTS NOW. NOTHING DELETED. EVERYTHING ANSWERED

[fourthsurvivor-deactivated20150]

                                                           Killing  is  an   art

  When you enter the battlefield, let your knife be the brush.

                                                         And the ground beneath a canvas.

                       Use the {blood} of your enemies to create a terrifying….

                                                    Masterpiece.

[psicosix]

         Welcome to the nɨǥħŧmȺɍɇ in my head,    Say hello to something sȼȺɍɏ              The mønsŧɇɍ in your bed          Just give in and you won’t be søɍɍɏ

purazuhime

coquettishcrown

reihai

amaratuitor

master-ofthe-mountain

             ↳ Welcome to my øŧħɇɍ sɨđɇ

「✂」―; it isn't as if she requires the reminder, for that night is a permanent scare within her memories after all, and yet, here she stands, outside her old home, insipid chocolate studying the building of which is so obviously now home to another happy family who are so fortunate enough to avoid the same fate ― how irritating.

       the soles of her shoes rubs against the ground as Blake turns to walk in an unspecified direction, tucking back loose strands of caramel behind in its place, only to almost immediately collide into an unsuspecting stranger with the movement. Instinctively does the facade resurface, the image of an 'poor innocent young girl' displayed as she falls back, landing on her rear, a soft whimper of pain slipping pass roseate brims. 

               「―-ow」

[psicosix]

May change name to: Blake - Light, Dark. Contrasting, refers to neutrality, sounds a lot like black

Url to - psicosix

[psicosix]

whoops. I've been away for a while haven't I. Thinking about changing Touyo a bit to get my muse for her back. Things like a name and url change. 

[alexis-of-summer]

Reblog If Your Muse Gets Jealous

[psicosix]

Perhaps his words were too dull to be read as the truth when they were merely lies. But of course, Blair was not one for the truth if one couldn’t tell already. He hated the truth; it broke him down this far already because the painful truth of his past and how worthless he was now was evident and he didn’t want to remind himself or remember. Blair wanted to block everything out so badly right now that he was willing to do absolutely anything so he wouldn’t have to feel as terrible as he did right now, but nothing had come to mind in the midst of his wallowing and just reminded him more and more that he couldn’t escape it and that his past was always going to be there to haunt him and remind him he was just a shadow of the person he once was.

                                Because no one cares about the shadow                                     as much as they do who’s making it.

Everyone wanted little Touya that was innocent and saved the region from peril, not the selfish whore that replaced him when his very being had been shattered to pieces by the so called wonderful ‘truth and he had died. He just wanted to stop thinking about it and stop hurting, but he hadn’t been able to distract himself enough yet— And sleeping didn’t help. It couldn’t possibly help, only making it worse when nightmares would swirl around his head and make him wake up crying. That was the last thing he needed, right?

"Sleeping in this condition isn’t good…" he answered slowly. Oh, right— His name. "… It’s Blair."

⊰✂⊱ ▬ On the twisted board of life, isn't every encounter an unpredictable game created by Chance and Fate? And, oh, what a fun little game she's participating in today, trying so very hard to get the Good End, yet, allowing herself to listen to the demon's sadistic demand for a Bad End, to see him shatter in her arms, grind his hope into unrepairable shards and keep him in her little box of chess pieces for ironic protection. Her precious cute alternate, how hurt he is, holding onto her as if she is but the only raft in this vast ocean. 

    「Because the pain is coming from here...isn't it?」 Hand releases its hold around his waist, raising to gently tap his chest. Gentle smile tugs at pink lips, offering him a sense of security against a world that would only reject him. She'll tug him closer once again, close her eyes with a gentle hum. 「Blair-kun is in a lot of pain. Tou-chan can feel it in his heartbeat.」 

             「Tou-chan wants to help him feel better.」

[psicosix]

He doesn’t even register the fact he might have surprised her or not. Blair was so out of it and felt so terrible right now it was unbearable— All he knew was that he felt like crap and in the midst of feeling like such this girl that was apparently a new alternate had come to bother him while sounding so kind and innocent like all the others. Blair seemed to have an affinity for alternates or something with all the ones he had met in the past, though at the same time it was terribly ironic considering it had also been an alternate that left him this broken.

                       How irony loved him.

                                              How Arceus hated him.

The girl he suddenly brought close to him finally seemed to react, lifting her arms to wrap one around him while the other goes to running through his hair and the tingling feeling he felt from such a pleasant action managed to relax him, causing him to lean even more into her. He didn’t want to talk about what was making him feel bad— not to her, not to an alternate he hadn’t got to know yet.

"I’m… Just tired, I guess…" He spoke slowly. "I don’t feel too well. Maybe I’m… Getting sick…" Not really. If anything, mentally sick.

⊰✂⊱ ▬ Words she hears, that are slowly uttered in response, can't help but seem a little false, untrue, that they feel as if they are trying attempting to cover true emotions below a translucent shield. Such obvious pain she could feel, such obvious lies dance around aware ears, yet she'll play along to calm him, gain a little more of his trust for she is nothing but a stranger at this point.

     There's a sudden desire to protect the person on the other side of the mirror, prevent the one who shares her reflection from hurting at the hands of others who seem on intent on crushing her fun.

                              alternates are valuable pieces 

                                                   in this game of chess

            「Tou-chan'll volunteer to play his pillow if her twin wants to sleep.」She hums, offering a cheerful, comforting smile, hiding the demon behind the illusion of blissful innocence.「Will he tell her his name?」

[psicosix]

And suddenly an alternate is poking his cheek… And not just any alternate, but one he hasn’t met before given how her voice sounds to his ears and what she looks like. She looks like any other alternate, yes, but she’s different… Not that he cares. Blair has just that knack for alternates, and usually they’re all sweet and caring—

So he assumes the same from her and ends up faceplanting into her shoulder when he doesn’t know her at all and hugging her like some lost puppy instead of answering. If he did, he would just whine like a kid.

⊰✂⊱ ▬ Suddenly she's being touched and held, his unexpected actions surprising her completely as caramel hues widen a fraction at the contact. Yet, it fails to wander into the area of things she hates, achieving a level on a scale all the way on the other side of the spectrum.

                                        such a cute version of herself

     It'll take a couple moments to simply recover from her surprise, but she'll attempt to comfort him by wrapping an arm around him and using her free hand to pat his head and his mass of chestnut locks that rests on top.

            「Poor boy. Poor boy. Tou-chan's twin is upset and she doesn't like it. Why? Because she can feel his pain. Will he tell her what's wrong?」