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Well, as you’ve probably seen, I’ve dropped dear Grell here, but worry not! You can still catch a load of this Vatra over here @shiroijanome! I love steci too much to leave, and Majima is very much alive and kicking it for me, so please go and follow me there if you haven’t yet.
☆ Important Sheep Meme ☆
Who are all these sheep??? Well, of course, the important sheep who roam Stella City! Check out this bleat two-part ask meme set ♐ sagittarius mod made! Spread it around and have fun!
Akidra Kadoe: Is your muse the type to run to the doctor over every little ailment, or do they believe in just rubbing on dirt in it and walking it off? Do they have any vivid experiences with doctors of any sorts (medical, dentist, etc) Bitsy Smooches: What kind of things would your muse have in their grocery cart? Are they the type to fight for the last of something on the shelf at Cereal Market? Cuddlesheep: How does your muse show affection/interest in things they like? Are they the clingy/openly-into type or perhaps a more cool and distance type? Howard Bleats: What’s your muse’s, realistic and fantasy, dream job(s)? Are they still actively trying to pursue either in Stella City? Meep: How does your muse like to spend their birthday? How about their friends’ birthdays? Mia Fewe: Does your muse have something or someone they would go to any lengths to protect/defend? Is there a backstory as to why? Nancy Ewe: Is your muse nosy? What kind of rumours have been said about them in the past, or would be made up about them in Stella City? Officer Woolsley: How does your muse feel about the law? Have they ever had any run-ins with the police in the past, or perhaps look up to any law enforcers? Woolston Payne: Is there something that could be best described as your muse’s guilty pleasure? Is it a good thing or something they should probably try to not enjoy as much as they do? Shrek: What’s your muse’s daily routine before leaving the house? Are they the type to spend a lot of time on appearances, or do they wake up like this? Aries: Does your muse consider themselves to be responsible? Do they keep things organized and clean, or do they live in a state of “organized chaos”? Stella: What does your muse do for fun? Do they have any habits or quirks that could be considered “impulsive”?
For more information about these sheep, check out our Important Sheep page!
Tag your answers as #steci answers for others to see! And don’t forget to tag your reblogs and answers with #steci memeing for easy tracking and blacklisting, to accommodate those who may not meme as hard as others ☆
sunablaze:
« ☀️ » : “you are absolutely right! it is a fiery color that burns with passion and desire! in bengal, it is even worn by royalty and people of great wealth! the color red is held in high regard in india! it is nice to see that you feel so strongly about the color red; anyone passionate about anything is nice! i personally prefer gold and purple.”
“I must say it is absolutely fascinating to hear about cultures that appreciate my absolute favorite color almost as much as I do myself. I cannot say I like purple, but gold accents sure can add a lot! Red and gold are quite a classic combination as well, and I can’t help but adore it just as much.
So, you are Indian then, is that correct? And by your attire, you must be of high class. My name is Grell Sutcliff, and I am an English woman, myself.”
sunablaze:
« ☀️ » : “uwaaa, such an abundance of red! if we were back home, i might have mistaken you for a bride! does the color red have some sort of symbolism where you are from? it suits you very well!”
“Why, thank you!” After all, a bride is a woman in her prime! She couldn’t help but to take that as a compliment, not to mention she would definitely dress in red on her day at the altar, against the ordinary dress code where she came from. Well, there really was nothing ordinary about her.
“Red is a color of passion universally, is it not? And it is no different with me! It is just simply the best color, and I would have dyed every every place I go with it if I only could! I really just can’t get enough of it.”
argusagonies:
Here she is! Licorice Bridge, 5 am, just as her text stated. What, did the person she texted think she wasn’t being serious? She sure hopes not! Peacock’s giving this mysterious person an hour to show up. There’s no way anyone else could show up at this hour, and she’s bored and raring to fight!
Taps of heels rang through the early morning air, followed by a yawn. One that seemed to come more out of boredom rather than out of exhaustion. “What a disappointment...” She huffed at the sight of a child, shifting her weight to one side as she leaned her chainsaw on her shoulder.
“I suppose you are the mystery challenger, then?”
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Useless Details Ask Meme: ♊ what kind of mail do they get?
Fanmail *cough* I mean. Grell is subscribed to many fashion magazines, which usually clutter her mailbox. As for in Stella City, well... She is subscribed to every fashion magazine available in the city, but... Considering most of it features sheep, she misses her classic Vogue issues. But it’s also very nice to see her own face featured on some of them, with her current job as a model and all.
Useless Details Ask Meme I
Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse!
Their phone:
★ what kind of phone do they have? ☆ what is their phone’s background? ✪ their standard ringtone? ❉ do they have any pictures on their phone? ✯ what do their texts look like? do they use emojis often? what kind? ✦ the first five names on their contacts list? ⍟ any games on their phone? what kind? how often do they play? ✹ five - ten songs on their iPod/phone?
Their home:
♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations? ♉ what are their neighbours like? their relationship to them? ♊ what kind of mail do they get (except for bills)? have they subscribed to any magazines/newspapers? ♋ do they read any newspapers/magazines? what kind? what topics are they interested in? do they flip forward to the cartoon page first? ♌ how do they drink their coffee/tea? ♍ any pictures on their walls? what kind/of who? ♎ is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor? ♒ their cleaning routine - laundry/dishes/cleaning the rooms
Digging deeper:
🌷 what do they have in their wallet? ꕥ what’s usually in their trouser/jacket pockets or purse? ☘ how many keys do they have? for what? do they have any key pendants? 🍀 what kind of jewellery are they wearing? what’s their favourite peace? 🌻 what do their bedsheets look like? colour? patterns? 🌹 what’s the colour of your muse’s underwear right now?
badbatter:
How the hell did she get in front of him so quickly? Batter backs away as soon as Grell tries and get close, lowering his hat in a weak attempt at getting her to stop looking at him like that. The way she speaks to him is simply grating, and he’s having a difficult time keeping his patience in check with the way she’s constantly all over him.
Sweetheart? Really?
“No.” Wow, very upfront, Batter. He’s trying to find a way around her. “We were apart for a reason. Keep it that way.”
He’s almost tempted to ask her if she does this to every single man that crosses her path, but in truth, he’s not very interested in such things.These so-called pleasantries only frustrate him, and from a mile away he can tell that she’s probably doing all of this on purpose.
“Leave, or I’ll give you a reason to.”
“Oh, darling, what you might consider a reason to leave is only a reason for me to stay!” God, he was so easy! She simply swayed from side to side each time he tried to find a way around her. Finally finding a wolf among all these sheep, she wouldn’t let him off so soon.
“I missed you so much, my sweet little Batter! Shouldn’t we at least catch up over a cup of tea? Or perhaps...” She mused, picking up her deathscy-- Wait, no, it was just a chainsaw now, how annoying-- and stretching her neck slowly on both sides.
“Over a cigarette after getting a little... physical~?”
kusamochilover:
The play began and Hajime immediately wondered why he had spent perfectly fine money on this. Although the crowd had consisted of mostly sheep he still had had a sparkle of hope within him that the actors wouldn’t be sheep, but as usual he couldn’t catch a break.
Sheep in colorful costumes were on stage, bleating their “lines” at each other passionately. Even Hajime could tell a lot of time and effort had went into this, but even so he couldn’t enjoy the play if only because he didn’t understand anything.
This was the worst. For as hard as the sheep actors on stage were trying, they couldn’t impress or amuse him. The thought of leaving crossed Hajime mind, but he quickly dismissed that thought when he realized he would have to pass all those sheep in their seats again.
Well, if he had no choice but to stay he could at the very least rest his eyes a bit. His seat was pretty comfortable and the actor’s lines weren’t distracting at all seeing as he didn’t understand them anyway, so he could easily fall asleep here for an hour. Having decided on taking a short nap, Hajime closed his eyes and started to doze off, only to rudely be awakened not even five minutes later.
“Ha?!” Hajime was suddenly wide awake, ready to snap back if needed. He turned around slightly and looked over his shoulder to see a woman giving him the most vicious glare. Her piercing green eyes were so intense that it made a shiver run through him.
Who did she think she was, calling him a brat and insulting him in the same breath?! Was he just going to take that and let her walk all over him?! YES… Yes, he was.
“…I apologize. Ruining your viewing experience hadn’t been my intention.”
Hajime turned back around again, before awkwardly slumping into his seat. Sitting in a strange position like this took some centimeters off him, but his hair was still in the way, no doubt. He leaned as much to the left side of his chair as he could, placing his left arm on the armrest and resting his head in the palm of his hand. The position he was in now was highly uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to feel the wrath of the woman behind him again.
Just as he had thought things he calmed down and he could attempt to go back to sleep, something unexpected happened. As if arranged before hand, the dramatic classical music that had been playing live stopped the exact moment the sheep sitting left from Hajime bit into his ahoge.
“Hey! Hey, hey hey! That hurts! Let go of me!” Hajime shouted, his voice loud enough to even make the sheep on stage stop whatever it was they had been about to preform. More and more eyes were on him as he tried to make the sheep let go of his ahoge. “That’s not hay. That’s my hair you idiot! Just let me go already!”
Rolling her eyes, the reaper settled back in her seat with a sigh, finally being able to actually see what was going on stage. Knowing the play so well herself, she actually found it highly amusing! Like a very, very... unique sort of parody. She wasn’t going to lie... These sheep were actually doing a better job than some of the human actors she had seen in the past.
Starting to wonder and imagine the sight of a sheep acting school as she half-mindedly watched the play, her train of thought was cut short with the stop of the music, a nearby bleat, and a shouting child.
This. Damned. BRAT.
With the whole crowd and even actors already staring, she couldn’t stand it anymore. No matter whether the actors are good or bad, human or not, no one must interrupt the show! No useless chatter, no raising your voice, and definitely not... Whatever this is! How dare he violate the most basic unspoken rule or the theater?!
Standing up from her seat, she took a firm, merciless hold on the boy’s head with one hand, the other trying to force open the mouth of the sheep (thank god she was wearing gloves today), forcefully pulling them apart in one go, no matter how much it would hurt this insufferable brat. That thing on his head would probably break a pair of scissors, talk about the teeth of a sheep.
Pulling his head back, still holding tightly onto his hair, she leaned forward, her glare shot straight into his eyes, hissing venomously through sharp, gritted teeth.
“Next time you bother me, you get on my list.”
Finally updated the rules page!
avarumnelle:
Right, they are no myth anymore, and Rize knows better than asking for legitimacy on that statement. Their kin collects souls and all that fancy stuff she’s read about before… it’s thrilling, really!
“Back in Tokyo the investigators used to call me ‘binge eater’.” a perfect eyebrow arched at that; she clearly takes pride on that. “I intend on living up to my reputation, but ruining your free time is something I truly desire avoiding, Grell. Isn’t it just perfect that you’re off duty?”
Who in their right mind would confront a shinigami, anyway? Even though they are neutral beings, the ghoul has a strong sense of self preservation.
“Although I think you don’t see me as threat, I feel compelled to tell you this anyway: you’re beautiful, but you smell almost like a ghoul. Ghouls aren’t tasty..” she trailed off, letting this sink in whilst a wink was sent at the other. “You’re a god, after all. What’s a small ghoul like me to you, I wonder.”
She took pride in that? She let out a chuckle with an eyebrow raised, how adorable! “Well, back in London the investigators used to call me ‘Jack the Ripper’.” If she was showing off her title, why not mention her own? “But surely, I will not try and stop you, as I said, this isn’t London so I am not obligated to collect any souls in here.” She shrugged. “Have a feast, if you’d like.”
And whoever put her here took her deathscythe as well, so it wasn’t like she could collect any souls. But no one has to know that, do they?
“Oh, thank you, darling!” Giving compliments on their first meeting, along with that bloodthirsty attitude that she could somewhat relate to? Grell was already liking this girl. “You are quite a beauty yourself, but I do hope for the both of us that we don’t get to cross swords with each other, hm? I mean, I think we could get along just fine.”
avarumnelle:
Although she was aware of her own rudeness, she didn’t expect to be called out on it, Rize shrugged, only to offer a smile when confronted about it. A shinigami, then? Said beings are considered myths back in Tokyo, but she shouldn’t be surprised by their legitimacy when ghouls are very absurd yet real. Perhaps this place wasn’t as dull as she had assumed
“Manners, manners… Where are they? Right! My name’s Kamishiro Rize, but just Rize is fine.” she purred out, purple eyes refusing to look away out of sheer interest. Rize nodded at the request. “Of course. I am a just ghoul, commonly known as man eater. It is a pleasure to meet a shinigami, Miss…?” she trailed off, expecting a name in return.
Ghouls? Man eaters? Ah, she have heard rumors but never got to witness one. Thankfully, they haven’t made it to London, or else she would have had even more work to do. They don’t sound as pesky as demons, as they only eat the flesh rather than the soul. Ah, whatever! She wasn’t working as a shinigami anymore, why would she even care?
“Grell Sutcliff. Just Grell would suffice.” She tilted her head with a curious grin. “It is a pleasure to meet a ghoul as well, especially since I am not occupied with my... Usual work. Otherwise you could have posed quite a threat to my free time.” She joked.
Curiosity is like a curse for Rize. This impulsive will get her killed one day, and killed for good. But she can’t help it when this peculiar scent catches her attention; it’s neither human or ghoul. She must see it for herself with hopes that she’ll kill some of this boredom.
Oh, and she’s not disappointed. Curious eyes rested on beautiful and long red locks, owner of an interesting smile, she looked as human as any ghoul does. But there’s a something about that new scent ( many would call it stench ) that she can find comfort in: death. Rize is sure that this might end up badly, someone so peculiar can’t be up to no good after all. But that doesn’t stop her from walking up to her next acquaintance with a striving confidence that would intimidate many.
“I should apologize for being so straightforward, but to be honest I don’t really care about manners. Let’s just skip to the interesting part already, shall we?” she spoke, finger meticulously twirling a lock of hair around it. “What are you?”
@rosyredsecrets
Grell was never one to be quick to notice peculiar things around her that others of her kin did, especially when it came to scent. It was only after she had been approached by the stranger that she had noticed the scent that was so familiar to her-- Considering she was away from her office for so long, she couldn’t help but grin. She missed this scent of death.
Jaded eyes immediately traveled up to meet that woman’s, only to slightly widen in surprise to see they do not match hers. A demon, perhaps? Well, considering how direct she was, there was no reason her questions would be left unanswered.
“While I do appreciate a name exchange first, I must say I am a little curious myself.” She brushed back blood red hair over her shoulders. “I am a divine being known as a shinigami. Now would you mind answering that question yourself?”
badbatter:
The way her eyes scan over him make him slightly unnerved. Batter frowns, listening to her speak and feeling a huge amount of disdain. At this point, it feels as if those he had met previously are following him to Stella City. Seeing Gaster was a different matter entirely, but Grell…
… Is. Er. Grell.
“I have a feeling it wasn’t ‘fate,’ but okay.” Batter pulls his cap down lower in a weak attempt at getting her to stop staring directly into his eyes. “The city itself is disappointing, and your presence only makes it worse.”
Harsh words, but he knows he’ll lose no matter what he says to her. If he’s “nice,” she’ll take it to mean he likes her. If he continues to speak to her in this matter, she’ll see it as him being “hard to get.” Can’t she just be like everyone else and take a hint?
“… Nevermind. I’m not going to deal with this.”
He turns around and attempts to exit the gardens, but he’s not exactly that far from Grell. She could easily stop him.
“Oh?”
A few quick steps and Grell had already intruded the Batter’s path, lowering the chainsaw, leaning forward onto it as she used the lower point of view to catch a glimpse of his eyes again. Oh, it was just so fun to push his buttons! Getting him less and less comfortable would make it easier for him to lash out at her, after all! There was absolutely nothing to lose if she gets some physical exercise with a handsome man, right?
“Aw, sweetheart, leaving already? We didn’t even get to catch up on anything!” She pursed her lips in a playful pout. She straightened up again, taking slow steps closer to the man, a cunning smile on her lips. “I can forgive you for the rude greeting, but I cannot tolerate you going so soon.” She hummed, raising her tool over her shoulder again, getting close enough to slowly run her finger down his chest.
“How about we take a seat on a bench and catch up on this long year we had to spend apart, hm?”
kusamochilover:
Hajime was at that moment quite literally running late. It was strange for him to forget activities he had planned and yet here he was, running to the Cotton Concert Hall before they would close their doors on him. This was his own fault. He wasn’t sure what had come over him when he had spontaneously ordered a ticket for a play yesterday, but he wouldn’t miss it for anything.
“I paid money for this! I must make it.”
Fortunately for him, he did make it to the concert hall just in time. They let him through easily and before he knew it he was inside the enormous structure. Despite the size of the concert hall and the amount of seats in it, Hajime found himself facing a dilemma.
There were almost no seats left. Today’s play had to be sold out, for there was no way it would be this packed in here if it wasn’t. Hajime didn’t at all feel like having to be that guy and make a ruckus while trying to get to a free seat, but he had come too far to give up now.
“Sorry. Coming through. Excuseee me. I just need to– Yes, thank you. Sorry. Sorry. Please, I need to get to my seat. Thank you. Excuse me.”
Hajime excusing himself went on for several minutes, making several sheep bleat angrily at him in passing. He sighed heavenly when he had finally made it to his seat. The exact moment his ass made contact with it, the lights in the hall went out gradually and multiple spotlights fell on stage.
“Made it….. Somehow.”
Aah, finally, they have dimmed the lights, the curtains have raised, and sever spotlights have shed light over the figure of the actor she couldn’t fucking see thanks to this kid with his dumb hairdo sitting in the once empty seat right in front of her at the last moment. What was more ridiculous than his hair, was how it managed to get in the way no matter how much she tried to look over it! She clicked her tongue.
It took her ten solid minutes till it was far too much for her. She leaned forward, almost threatening him with a low and strangely calm voice. “Excuse me, brat, but is there some way to tame that... thing growing out of your head so it wouldn’t interrupt my viewing experience?”
Her hands held tightly onto the back of the boy’s chair, gloved fingers digging into it as she tried to contain her irritation. Urgh, this is her first time watching around here, and even if her expectations were already low, it doesn’t mean she deserved to have her view this restricted!
@kusamochilover
Still being new to town, Grell had nothing better to do with her free time but to roam the city to see what it has to offer, as she most likely won’t be leaving anytime soon. Waltzing through the City Center, she paused as she came to a place that caught her interest. “Cotton Concert Hall...?” She hummed, looking through the posters of the shows currently held. As a former actress, she couldn’t help but get more than a little curious at what plays they have.
“Baamlet? Rameo and Juliet? Are these some kind of joke?” She sighed, looking over at her wristwatch. The former seems to have a run in 30 minutes, and she had nothing better to do, might as well see if there are any seats open on the last minute.
5 minutes to the show, and the shinigami had settled in her seat, with the hall more crowded than she expected, filled with, well, mostly sheep. It looked like she had a bit of luck today, as the seat right in front of her seemed to be empty! At least she could enjoy the show with no problems, right?
// @rosyredsecrets
“… It’s you.”
Perhaps he should have said something more dramatic, but in reality, the sudden appearance of Grell has caught him off-guard—she’s the last person Batter expected to encounter in this city, if only because the two of them haven’t interacted in well over a year. He thought he saw the last of her, but… Apparently, that is not the case.
But why, of all places, did he have to encounter her in the Starlight Garden? Batter knew he should’ve saved the exploring for another day. New bat in hand, the initial surprise has worn off, and he’s back to maintaining his composure.
“How the hell did you get here?”
A familiar voice had caught her off guard for a moment as she turned around from a batch of red flowers she had just admired. A wide grin curved her lips and revealed her teeth as she scanned the man from head to toe. God, it’s been so long since she last set her eyes on this stud!
“Oh, my sweet Batter, that is no way to greet a woman! With this beautiful scenery decorated with the spring breeze that sets the flower petals afloat, you can say it was fate that had reunited us!”
She had her palm leaning on her hip as the other held onto her deathscythe-- Now just a plain old chainsaw-- leaning over her shoulder. Her gaze has set back up to his eyes, overshadowed by his cap. “As an air of mystery could be a nice addition to my role, unfortunately I cannot quite answer that question myself, since I don’t know how I even ended up here. Thought I could use to at least explore this strange city, and I am definitely not disappointed!”
