; unworthy.

hi im komaeda nagito, welcome to jackass ((rigs the entire trial)) Komaeda Nagito rp blog to be re-affiliated with Citta Alveare. Rank: Pending Housing: Pending

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dancingdevilbendy:

“….”

“Pal, what’cha just said makes me wish I were dead.” 

“I understand. I make me wish I were dead, too.”

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unyieldingblade:

“How could I possibly forget? Do not be so quick as to assume things about me.”

“...If you haven’t forgotten, then perhaps you simply weren’t paying much attention? Which of our classmates could possibly have a use for information about the classification of foods?”

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unyieldingblade:

“…and this is of importance how, exactly?”

“It may not have any particular relevance to you, but there are people for whom this would be very valuable information. Surely you’ve not forgotten our classmates again?”

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dancingdevilbendy:

“…Yer kiddin’- ya’ve gotta be kiddin’ me. Ketchup ain’t a smoothie.” 

“...No, I’m not joking at all. It's a thick liquid made from blended fruit, isn't it? That classifies it as a smoothie.”

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“Today, I found out that ketchup is technically a smoothie.”

[roleplayerpositivity-blog]

Send me a ツ to see a tweet my muse would post/make about yours

You can use this generator right here.

[horrificmemes]

Send a symbol for my muse to tell yours whether or not they would ...

[c4ptiveprincess]

horrificmemes:

♣ Tell a serious lie to someone they cared about ❤ Break someone’s heart ☁ Put a curse on someone who crossed them ♛ Hurt someone out of jealousy ❥ Be unfaithful to a lover ✖ Commit a crime because they were challenged to ▼ Try to scare or startle a friend/loved one ☹ Ruin someone’s day out of spite ™ Steal something precious from someone else ☠ Commit a murder in cold blood ♘ Kill in self defense ❦ Spread around someone else’s secret ✂ Threaten or terrify someone weaker than them ✦ Vandalize someone’s property ☎ Betray a friend for their own personal gain 웃 Abandon someone who relies on them ✿ Refuse someone’s kindness or affection ☢ Kill someone close to them for the greater good ☛ Blame their wrongdoings on someone else ☽ Become obsessed with someone they admire ☻Torment someone as a spirit after death  ❣ Do something they promised a loved one they would never do ▢ Lose their humanity and embrace a wicked side

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Count the Stars

Vrrrrrr.   Vrrrrrr.   Vrrrrrr.   Vrrrrrr.   

The phone clattering noisily on his bedside table is just enough to tempt his eyes open at last. It’s not like he’d been sleeping well -- or at all, really, simply tossing and turning for the last few hours in some feeble attempt to wrestle his consciousness into oblivion -- but still... the noise isn’t exactly welcome.

Honestly, one had to wonder just how much room the motor took up inside the phone. Despite being a cheap flip phone he’d acquired recently, the device seemed determined to throw itself off the table, dancing its way towards the edge. It teeters...

And he lets it fall.

The irritating vibrations cease shortly after it hits the floor... Only to start up again in a short, erratic flurry. Vrrrrrr. Vv-Vrrrrr. Vv-Vrrr-Vv-Vv-Vrrrrrr.

...Eight messages, this time? No -- seven, and a voicemail. Retrieving the phone, Komaeda sits up in bed and flips it open, clicking his way through the outdated menus on worn down buttons. Seems like the previous owner had had this phone for quite a while.

[SMS]: Stop ignoring my calls fucker [SMS]: I know you’re the one who did Rudy and his boys in [SMS]: You’re fucking dead we’ll fucking find you you’re dead do you understand [SM

“...Nnnn.”

Not that the threat of retaliation, gang violence, and murder was boring or anything, but the guy had been at this all day now, and this was a bit much to deal with at... What time was it? His eyes wander a few pixels north.

Apr. 28 | 4:04am

...Ah.

...It’s funny, really. He’d never really thought much of this day.  He regretted it, sometimes. Wondered if this would be the last time he’d have to see those numbers line up on the calendar -- wondered if this was his last tour around the solar system, the last time he’d stare up at the clear night sky and wonder just how many stars there were. He’d made a game out of it, last year. He’d stayed outside all night in some field, counting the tiny pinpricks of light until his mind had gone numb -- until his limbs grew cold, and he’d passed out sometime close to dawn.

Anything would do, really. Anything to keep his mind off the fact that, despite his best efforts, time kept moving forward.

...What was the point, anyway? He’d had his chance -- to create hope, to destroy despair -- and it was ripped from his hands at the last possible moment, leaving him stranded in a city that valued neither and chose the slow, torturous death of stagnation. He’d had the chance to kill them all, and himself, with one final act... And not only was he denied this by being brought here, but he’d met those who should already be dead here.

What was the point of destroying the Ultimate Despair if they just lived anyway? What was the point of continuing an existence where he was unlikely to ever help create hope...? ...If only he’d been able to kill the rest of them, too. Maybe, at least, his world would have been saved from despair. Maybe, at least...

...he’d be able to see them again.

Tears splatter against the phone’s keys, sinking into the cracks and inside the casing. Komaeda leans against the wall, staring unfocusedly as the phone drops from his hand.

Happy birthday.

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“Grinding...?”

“I didn’t realize RPGs were that popular. Are you all playing the same one?”

Not that it has any bearing anymore, but he remembers a certain someone who probably would’ve already known what game everyone was talking about, already. It’s too bad she isn’t here; she’d probably enjoy this.

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@shoyuumono​ liked for a starter!

“Well, I did warn them.” His voice isn’t quite robust enough to replace the echoes of shots and screams already fading from the narrow alleyway, but that’s hardly the worst of his concerns, now. Even in the sparse light here, certain details were far too obvious for his liking: dark splatters soaking large portions of his jacket, the metallic glint of the revolver in his left hand, the eerie, still warm forms crumpled just outside of the moonlight’s reach. A breeze tousles his hair, bringing with it the sound of steps behind him.

He turns -- the cobblestones beneath his feet are quite slick, despite the recent dry spell -- and eyes the newcomer, expression rather calm for the circumstances. He’s certain he’s never seen this man before, so it’s strange that he’d meet him here and now, of all places. Ah, so it goes.  Whatever had possessed the stranger to enter the alleyway wasn’t any of his business, really.

“Are you going to turn me in?”

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// Actually, it may be a good idea to do a starter call to kick my activity back into gear... Go ahead and like this post if you’d like a short starter from Komaeda, capping at 4!

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// Hello again, everyone! I had a bit of a run of bad luck this month, including some issues at my workplace and suddenly not having a computer for about a week and a half. Of course, this doesn’t excuse my absence or my forgetting to apply for a hiatus, but I’ll try to get my activity back in check over the next two days! I may be a bit disorganized due to tumblr’s deletion of my notifications, so please feel free to shoot me a message if I owe you a reply or starter. Sorry about that!

[memesfromstuff]

darkly dreaming dexter starters ( part one )

dark themes edition. ( trigger warning for mentions of murder, etc.)

“ how long have you been doing this?”

“ and this ‘something,’ it makes you kill things?”

“ have you ever wanted to kill something else?”

“ it’s going to make you want to kill, and you can’t help that.”

“ what are you?”

“ choose what… or WHO you kill.”

“ you gimme the fucking creeps.”

“ you don’t want to do this to me.”

“ put the knife down, ___.”

“ jesus christ that hurt!”

“ and then it hits me. it’s not me, it’s you. there’s something wrong about you.”

“ i should’ve listened to him/her. something’s wrong about you.”

“ that’s the kind of shit i used to fall for when i thought you liked me.”

“ you’re connected to this thing.”

“ maybe you didn’t do it, but i’m gonna find out. and some of what i find is gonna stick to you.”

“ ___, come on. for christ’s sake, cut the shit! it’s me!”

“ i should shoot you.”

“ for god’s sake let me out of this shit and quit acting like a fucking lunatic.”

“ goddamn it. come on, ___. snap out of it!”

“ ___ should see this. s/he was right about you.”

“ of course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. after all, we can’t actually feel anything, can we?”

“ we’ve both spent our lives playing a part. moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves.”

“ have you done any reading on monsters like us?”

“ this happened, ___. the chain saw, the flying body parts, the … blood—”

“ we both suffered a classic traumatic event. it made me what i am—and i had a thought that it might do the same for you.”

“ you have to listen and do as i say. you have to. you should know that. it’s important.”

“ it’s a terrible mess, isn’t it?”

“ open them. open your eyes. open them NOW.”

“ look. or i will cut your eyelids right off your face.”

“ i am a very neat monster.”

“ oh, what a madcap little monster i’ve been.”

“ If i am ever careless enough to be caught, they will say i am a sociopathic monster, a sick and twisted demon who is not even human.”

“ yes, beg me. that’s good. much better.”

“ i understand perfectly. you see, i can’t help myself either.”

“ can’t? i don’t think i know that word.”

“ you are mine now. do exactly as i say.” 

“ be good and you will live longer.”

“ oh, dear, are we being squeamish? after what happened?”

“ how did you know i would want to? you couldn’t really know.”

“ it’s a little bit of a shock the first time, isn’t it?”

“ killing makes me feel good.”

“ i enjoy my work; sorry if that bothers you. but there it is. and it’s not just ANY killing, of course. it has to be done the right way, at the right time, with the right partner—very complicated, but very necessary.”

“ i don’t want the cops to catch every serial killer out there. then what would i do for a hobby?”

“ there are plenty of people who deserve it.”

“ really? even after the new kill last night?”

“ imagine how it would’ve felt if i had killed you.”

“ i might have had to kill him/her.”

“ really, now: if you can’t get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?”

“ it looks very much like the killer might be me.”

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Send “What about” and a person and my muse will say their honest feelings/thoughts about them.

No matter what they may be, my muse will spill all.

[tailoredtokill-archived]

If you want to ask about a subject or item instead, go for it!

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Morality Meme

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

💋: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who's harmed them or the people they care about?

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Send me“☽” and I will pick a random tarot card and write a starter based on its meaning.

Random Number Generator

Fool (Beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit)

Magician (Power, skill, concentration, action, resourcefulness)

High Priestess (Intuition, Higher powers, mystery, subconscious mind)

Empress (Fertility, femininity, beauty, nature, abundance)

Emperor (Authority, father-figure, structure, solid foundation)

Hierophant (Religion, group identification, conformity, tradition, beliefs)

Lovers (Love, union, relationships, values alignment, choices)

Chariot (Control, will power, victory, assertion, determination)

Strength (Strength, courage, patience, control, compassion)

Hermit (Soul-searching, introspection, being alone, inner guidance)

Wheel of Fortune (Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point)

Justice (Justice, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law)

Hanged Man (Suspension, restriction, letting go, sacrifice)

Death (Endings, beginnings, change, transformation, transition)

Temperance (Balance, moderation, patience, purpose, meaning)

Devil (Bondage, addiction, sexuality, materialism)

Tower (Disaster, upheaval, sudden change, revelation)

Star (Hope, spirituality, renewal, inspiration, serenity)

Moon (Illusion, fear, anxiety, insecurity, subconscious)

Sun (Fun, warmth, success, positivity, vitality)

Judgement (Judgement, rebirth, inner calling, absolution)

World (Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel)

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> Bigby: Investigate.

>>Sector oo2, Fifth and Brackett.

It’s the intersection in front of you, and even here -- no, especially here -- iron and fear hang heavily in the air. The streets are nearly barren by now -- drones having culled the majority of the civilians in the area days ago -- and the lack of a good, clearing breeze has left the scents of the dead to fester. Judging by the sheer volume of bodies, this could easily be where the drones had started their purge in this sector. A bold cat seems to be picking through some remains at the mouth of an alleyway, but otherwise, it’s still, and silent.

From: Unknown Number To: Bigby Wolf 7:26 PM || 5th & brackett

The text you’d received -- whether it was a cry for help, or a cruel joke -- had come from a number that was missing from your phone’s directory, and without any further clues, it was hard to tell what it was about--

Movement, from somewhere down the street. A civilian, dashing across the street, eyes wide and searching. “Where’d’you say it was??” “A bit further ahead, on the left, I think. I haven’t been there yet myself, but they said there’d be a mark on the door like the safehouse in sector oo3.”  The second voice appears to belong to a teenager with messy white hair in a black hoodie, loping into view just moments later. It’s hard to see what he’s holding in his hand from this distance, but it’s something handheld, up at shoulder level and pointed at the person he’s following. Something about his expression doesn’t quite fit the part of a kid fleeing from murderous drones -- there’s too much excitement and eagerness in his eyes.

@blowyourhousedown