PULVERIZER - ♫ .

independent marie.

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nimietied·:

open.

❝ hey … my blood is black, y’know. ❞

it wasn’t uncommon to see things out of the norm in death city -- none of them were normal by any means. even she was a freak in one way or another; it was impossible to deny such an obvious fact. though, having someone ( a child! ) tell her that their blood was black as opposed to the usual reddish hue, it was concerning. cautious in her step, marie stared at the child for a moment, trying to pick apart the situation. she was a death scythe -- not a fool -- she could read when the situation had the potential to be dangerous; but she also was not willing to fight a child without reason, her motherly instincts were so prominent for a woman that was not yet married. 

        ❝  are you a student?  ❞   she finally asked, not wanting to speak quite yet about the odd way that their meeting had begun. finding out just who this child was -- that was most important in her mind; even if she was concerned for them, she was well aware that children could have an evil side as vile as anyone else. 

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madmeister·:

@pulvcrize .

electric fiend , she’s drawn to him . a moth to the light .  ( HE’LL BURN YOU , BE CAREFUL ! )  he wants to be gentle , to allow her near but the thought repulses him out of habit . WHY ? WHY DOES HE FEEL CONFLICTED ?  edging slightly closer , but only just he speaks up , voice flat as per usual , eyes only glinting just slightly  .      ❝   marie , you confuse me .   ❞    head cocked to side as if dissecting an experiment in his head . 

he was always a very confusing person himself,  she knew that long since they were in ( what could be considered ) a forced partnership. calling it an assignment was less harsh, but no matter how sugar - coated,  it was a part of the job. had she been given the opportunity to turn it down ( she wasn’t. ) she wouldn’t have either way. a weapon without a meister was pointless -- one could only wield themselves so strongly. his stare bore into her, causing the smaller to fidget & twitch, unsure of what thoughts were going through his head; he was too silent, constantly lost in his own thoughts. the thoughts that flowed from his lips were not what she was expecting, marie always thought that if either of them were most confusing, it was not her. 

           ❝  . . . excuse me?  ❞  entirely taken back by his comment, it almost frustrated her to think that he was the one that did not understand her, while he was an entirely different ( & more complex ) enigma. ❝  sorry, did i do something?  ❞  tilting her head right back in the opposite direction,  she blinked at him with large eyes -- the look of confusion was still evident when one of her eyes was covered by fabric.

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spiritalbarn:

“Er–marriage isn’t that great. It’s the kids that make it worth it–and you can do that without a man, nowadays.” 

❝ --- KIDS ?  ❞ you just made her question everything that she believes about marriage.

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iinsanityiscontagious:

He chuckles, turning the screw in his head until it clicks into place, a teasing smile on his face, ❝ I may not understand all of this love and marriage stuff but years of watching Senpai has taught me that waiting only makes it worse, Marie. – or maybe there’s some other lesson to learn from watching Spirit … but either way. You were planning on retiring by now, right You must be tired of waiting ~ ❞

❝ i have no choice -- ❞ she carries on, whining about her predicament. ❝ no one is gunna wanna marry a death scythe -- that’s not a formable wife. ❞ clenching her fist tighter, she gets easily irritated with the other’s teasing. ❝ don’t remind me...i’m gunna be an old lady by the time someone finally decides to propose to me. ❞

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iinsanityiscontagious:

❝ You’ve been saying that for years … haven’t you? Death City really isn’t overflowing with eligible bachelors … you know. ❞

she clenches her fist tightly, ❝ i’m just waiting for the right one !!! ❞

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❝ i’ll get married one of these days...one day. ❞

[sexuquality]

hoh ho ho stars

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CONT ; &&. @coatclown

narrowing her eyes some, marie leaned to attention. so she was a death scythe? did this silly-looking lady think that she couldn’t be one? speaking slowly, she responded. ❝ ...yes. i am. -- and who are you? ❞ there was a certain sense of hesitance in her tone. the other didn’t seem to oppose an immediate threat, but she knew better than to assume that wouldn’t change. 

        perhaps if she just...stalled long enough, someone would come to her aid -- that was her hopeful thought. without breaking a sweat, marie could fight on her own, but in no way was it ideal; she was a weapon, after all.

[paddedroomprofessor]

Mental Fallout

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paddedroomprofessor:

     Why can’t things just go back to normal?

He can feel your wavelength outside the door, feel the gentle glow of it. He needs to be closer to it, but he’s afraid of what you’ll do when you see him. Bloodied knuckles, cold sweat, tired features.    He’d lashed out at something that wasn’t there, slamming his fist into the wall. His panic still hasn’t died down, but you being there is helping slightly.

Now the question. Should he be honest? You’d probably be able to tell anyway.

     “… No..”

after awhile, a soft ‘no’ came from behind the door. -- of course it wasn’t alright, she could feel it. something was eating at the man’s thoughts && she was here, helpless to it. knowing stein, he had a bad habit of taking his own emotions out on his own person --- while he could withstand a lot, it hurt the woman to see him mangling his own flesh ( WORSE THAN IT ALREADY WAS ). 

      ❝ please open up. ❞ -- marie pleaded, softly knocking her knuckles against the door. he seemed hesitant to let her in, but it was worth a shot. both of them knew she ( the pulverizer itself ), could knock down even a heavy door like this one, but she didn’t think imposing would help. if she were to speak to him face-to-face, it had to be of his own accord. forcing her affections && kindness upon him would only make things worse. stein reacted oddly to affections; she had to tread lightly with her rather motherly emotions. 

[fuerrow]

Medibang doodles :DDD

[pancakehater]

ツギハギ眼帯

[blackstar]

sometimes you wake up and you look in the mirror and you think to yourself ‘i’m honestly too beautiful to be single’

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.

Every single time you do something good, you’ve made a decision to make the world a little brighter.

Goodness is not an inherent trait, it is a choice. Keep making it! I see you, I’m proud of you, and I’m rooting for you!

[hangofthursdays]

[paddedroomprofessor]

Mental Fallout

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paddedroomprofessor:

| @pulvcrize Liked for a starter! |

     “Yeah…?” He’s been in there for a while, and there was a crash.

leaning up against the door, marie attempted to hear what was going on simply by putting her ear against the cold metal door. ❝ is everything alright? ❞, she asks in a quiet, calm tone. that crash could have meant anything; she only hoped that nothing -- or no one -- was injured.

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CONT ; &&. @devoutduo

-- amazing !! she’d actually managed to catch the man’s attention without having to resort to embarrassing && needlessly obnoxious gestures to do so. ❝ -- it’s awful lovely out, don’t you think? ❞, per usual she was attempting to skip out on work ( simply for the sake of her youth ). have fun while you’re young, they say. && even if she felt as if she were at the peak of her youth, she still felt the need to play around as if she were a teenage girl. 

  clapping hands together in excitement, she suggests. ❝ what do you say we go outside for a change? it’s much better than these boring old school rooms. ❞ -- while marie could have very well gone out and enjoyed the weather on her own, it was much more enjoyable with company. azusa wouldn’t skip out on a day of work in her life, but she held high hopes for the blond. 

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