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[OOC]
Okay kiddiewinkles, rubinoyubi and I would like to play a game.
What sort of game? Glad you asked! It’s an IC adventure/horror choose-your-own-adventure sort of thing. There’ll be a narrator (Tsuku), and a group of players (your muses), and they will have to make group choices with whatever is thrown at them. You may die and be reborn, if you log off then your muse goes to sleep and gets carried, and all sorts of things. It’s interactive and I have explained this poorly. Yell at me on Skype for details, or send an ask with your username and I’ll add you in.
My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.
possessionandpens:
“Ah no problem! A friend wanted me to come along so yeah…Oh! I’m Mikado Ryugamine!”
A cheerful smile grew on the boy’s lips, though something about this idol just felt…Off.
“Nice to meet you, Ryugamine-kun.”
Ruri looked down, signing ‘To Mikado, with best wishes from Hijiribe Ruri’ in an elegant script. She wondered vaguely how many autographs she had given out that were nearly identical to that one- just change the name, and it could be one of hundreds. It was very tiresome, and she often wondered why people even wanted her signature. She held out the signed photograph to the boy and turned her attention back to him.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
montaofthedollars
“...”
“Is your friend okay?” The man with the longer hair seemed to be swaying on his feet and was not blinking. Ruri wasn’t sure what the matter was, but it was only polite to ask, right? Or would it have been better to pretend nothing was wrong? Oh well, she couldn’t call the words back now.
possessionandpens
“Thank you for coming out tonight.”
“What is your name?” the idol asked, pen poised over a stack of glossy photographs.
{ Anyone up for doing a quick, short thread? }
Tale of Two Kitties AU
Two identical muses from entirely different social statuses suddenly run into each other by accident, unaware that somebody else in the world looks nearly exactly like them. Muse A is of a high social standing, like a prince or a noble, and Muse B is just an average person that meets Muse A one day. They switch places for a few days, Muse B getting to live like royalty and Muse A gets to learn what the real world is like.
Plot Twist: Muse A is actually being targeted for assassination and later helps to save Muse B from getting hurt in their place.
{ Any Izayas for an AU idea? }
Send ‘The killer is...you!” and my muse will admit to a murder they’ve committed.
In a quiet motion, he took her hand and fluidly interlaced their fingertips together. A very calming warmth exuded from the touch, along with the rhythmic feeling of a heart beat, though he couldn't tell if it was his own or hers. After another short second of silence, his head leaned against their hands, forehead resting upon the connection as if drawing needed strength to speak, "Is it something abominable, something wrong beyond words, inexcusable, about being a monster? It isn't, right?"
She stood frozen as he rested his head against their joined hands, but moved a second later to stroke his brown locks and brush them away from his eyes. Ruri’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at the top of Yuuhei’s bowed head, and her grip tightened slightly at his question, the pads of her fingertips pressing into the back of his hand. “There’s nothing wrong with being a monster. Monsters are strong, and they are not necessarily without compassion, or honesty, or many other traits more often attributed to humans. The people who will tell you otherwise, who will use the word monster as an insult, do not understand and will never understand. You must always remember who you are, and stay secure in that knowledge,” she told him, quietly but fiercely all the same.
i really, really like the new opening.
…and we drink our coffee and pretend not to look at each other.
Charles Bukowski, “Luck” (via hakzanzyu)
Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.
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Silence is the most powerful scream.
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{Beatings of a Fragile Heart} {imposedapathy}
imposedapathy:
Indeed, the inquiry caught him off guard once he sat on the driver’s seat. For a moment of silence, the auburn gaze focused on girl, his mind attempting to interpret whether he’d miss a tone of jest.
“You may ask,” Finally, the actor spoke turning his gaze forward after having clicking his seat-belt on, “but perhaps I should leave it as a surprise.”
He’d picked the place based on her tastes, on the fact they were to enjoy an evening out away from insinuating questions and disturbing flashes. With this in mind, perhaps it wouldn’t have been such a bad idea to restrain from even uttering their destination.
Smoothly leaving the premises, it wasn’t until they came to the highway that the sports-car truly picked up speed. It was clear from the route alone that traffic only continued to flow towards the busy city of Ikebukuro as opposed to away. It made it more obvious to see just how unique an opportunity it became to turn away from appearing in that summer’s event.
“I heard you were proposed a deal for a tour with a other idols, are you thinking of going?” It wasn’t small talk, but genuine interest which brought up the inquiry as the drive continued.
“It’s been some time now since your last musical appearance, hasn’t it?” She’d been dragged towards the acting and modeling industry as of late, though he couldn’t say he was against it. It had created an opportunity to keep their ruse intact in the beginning, before he had grown so attached to the idol. “I’m not sure if I ever asked you, but did you enjoy it? Singing, I mean.”
Ruri fastened her seatbelt as the actor’s motions to do up his own had reminded her: they were not above the law or its consequences. Despite being rich enough to afford any fine, they couldn’t risk the negative publicity that would surely result from being stopped, no matter how trivial the reason. It was careful planning alone that had saved her from being exposed as the serial killer, Hollywood, and she was determined to stay under the radar of the authorities of Tokyo. They must never find out, she thought fiercely.
She looked out the window as the car sped down the highway, the lights lining the street seeming to flash before her eyes. How many mysteries does this city hold? she wondered. Ruri’s face momentarily contorted into a wry expression as she realized that two of the city’s biggest variables are sitting right here, in this car.
The beautiful idol with bloodstained hands, and the human monster who had saved her life many ways, and more times than she could count. “A surprise?” she echoed, her gaze flickering over to the man sitting beside her. Her features relaxed into a more neutral expression, and the corners of her lips turned up in a vague semblance of a smile. “I don’t know if I like the sound of that, but seeing as it’s you. . . “ Ruri was only teasing him, but the prospect of being surprised was actually quite novel to the starlet, who was used to having each and every day mapped out and presented to her.
Her attention turned back into the scenery surrounding the car as she considered his question. She, in truth, had not yet decided whether she would be going. It would be good for publicity and possibly win her more fans, which would lead to increased ticket sales, and then more people would be buying albums and merchandise which would lead to the talent agency prospering which would lead to... She wasn’t sure what that would lead to. Would anything really change whether or not she did it?
“I don’t know,” Ruri replied honestly. Would it be shameful to admit that she didn’t want to leave Tokyo, that she didn’t want to leave Hanejima Yuuhei? It would be months on the road with other young men and women, all of whom she detested and only pretended to tolerate out of politeness. They were all the same, after all: plastic, or perhaps carbon copies of one another. At least her companion wasn’t like the others, even if his peculiarities could be considered flaws.
“I do love to sing, but not as an idol. I don’t know how to explain it, besides saying that I do not want to be restricted by songwriters and music producers. They want perfection, but music--- I’m still not sure what it is about, but I know it’s not that. And I wish that things could be different.”
“What about you, Yuuhei-san? I heard that you used to sing,or that you did once for a movie or project of some sort. Have you ever thought about moving your career in the direction of the music industry? You’d likely make out like a bandit, if your speaking voice gives any indication towards the tone of your singing.”
