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Video Game Challenge
Day 5 - Game Character You Feel You are Most Like
Vincent from Catherine
A character that has trouble making choices, who is riddled with crippling anxiety, yet still has the willpower and courage to breakthrough and make choices! ME! I felt that I really related to him especially with the constant questioning and difficulties dealing with anxiety. The similarities I had with him is the reason I really wanted to cosplay as him a few years ago.
i n t r o d u c t i o n :
Muse:
Name: Catherine Nickname(s): Whore | Slut | Cock-sucker Birthday: N/A Relationship Status: Single Random fact: She particularly likes to be the dominant one in the relationship
Mun:
Name: Ky Tumblr URL: albhedgreen, lovecraftian-coffee Nickname(s): Bea, Pumpkin, Harls, Elle Relationship Status: Engaged Random fact about you: I sometimes watch really horrible scary movies at night so I can actually fall asleep
Sentence Starters (Gaming Edition )
"So, what are we doing tomorrow?"
"I used to have nightmares about those things when I was a kid."
"I thought she was supposed to be butt ugly."
"Nobody plays this game like me - nobody!"
"We exist on the edge between the gloss and the reality."
"The flow is what keeps us running, keeps us alive."
"Get some air in your lungs and run!"
"Did you just do what I think you did!?"
"God dammit girl, I just spilled my joe all over the keyboard!"
"You can't live on the edge all your life."
"Sooner or later, you have to jump."
"You have to be careful who you hang out with."
"Survival is overrated. You need to live a little too."
"I've given you a reason to live."
"Loving each other, teaching each other... that's how we can change the world."
"At least I always fought for what I believed in..."
"I was scared of life."
"We're all born with an expiration date."
"I don't have a lot of time, so I'll make this brief."
"You'd better know what you're doing."
"I will do whatever the FUCK I have to!"
"It's not the severity of punishment that deters criminals - it's the certainty."
"I’ve had enough of your disingenuous assertions!"
"I kill people when they leave me no choice."
"I was only "mostly dead". Try finding that option on government paperwork."
"I don't trust anyone who makes more than I do."
"...It's jut my opinion, though. There's really no need, you know, to go spreading it around."
"Broadcasting orders over loudspeakers. Charming."
"What idiotic bunch of hormones thought that now was a great time for love?"
Cute.
”And? What’s in it for me? ‘Sides, I guess —— the joy of your company?”
{♀} — ❝Hmm.. A man who's straight-forward. How 'bout.. Complete ecstasy for one night?--❞
"O-Only…natural…" Lucille echoed, dazed by the thought.
No…she can’t be serious can she? She can tell I’m a man but she still…she is flirting with me right? She’s lying. Someone must have sent her to weaken my heart…but if she’s telling the truth…
"What could you possibly gain from doing this?" He asked her gently, changing his tone to something more kind.
❝Gain?--❞ She had never particularly thought of it. She saw humans as food. Nothing more. Demons were a different story. They weren't a challenge to mount, but they were ones who were there for utter enjoyment.
Perhaps now, though, she would consider them a bit more than sheep. That was if this one prevailed, ❝Well.. I'm hoping, at-least, a friend?--❞
It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy flirting, the poor Prince has been sheltered his whole life, any form of flirtation unless straight forward he has no way of knowing it’s happening. “And for that, I thank you. Though I wonder why such a beautiful flower is among such loud and dark places. I’m here to experience what Midgard has to offer…so far I’m not impressed.”
❝Really? I kinda like it here.. It's fun! More challenges than where I come from..--❞ She wondered after it left if he'd be curious as to where she originated. Earth wasn't a sufficient answer. Nor was a supposed 'fictional' hell. Although this place was supposed to be from fairy tales. Perhaps he would believe her. Too bad she wouldn't tell him the honest answer he was searching for.
"I’m flattered, but I must insist that my appearance isn’t the best among men here." Modest sweet Prince, honestly doesn’t pick up on the flirting.
Seemed he was another coy one. Flirting wasn't many men's forte these days, didn't elude her from attempting, ❝I'd say otherwise..--❞
"Control issues? Never... I was drugged by my former friend..." He looked to his hands... Those former tools of destruction and death, which had borne down blow after blow of sword strikes onto the deserving and dark... "But I should have been stronger. I should have been able to fight the chemicals and run and hide, or do something besides what I did... Besides becoming an abomination... But I suppose I've always been one, even at birth... An albino in Tanzania, at the time of my youth, with no family? I was a target for witch doctors, hunters, psychopaths... Everyone."
Perhaps now was a good time to drop the theoretical bomb on her ex-lover, "Spider.. What you're going through is completely normal.. Maybe sometimes you just need to take her rage out on something.." Emerald morphed into an ever present azure as she stood, towering over the, now sitting, giant of a man. She was not changing anything else out of her form but the eyes. She had hoped it was enough.
"We're one in the same.. I'm hunted by Christians all over the world! Funny thing is, I sleep with their husbands or wives when they're not around!" A slight laugh exuded from crimson lips, "Now I know when you're.. Downfall started.. You weren't like this when I was here.. You were complaining a lot though.."
"Maxwell of Asgard. Pleasure to meet you, I speak only the truth." He does a quick bow.
❝And cute ta boot! I must 'ave lucked out on getting the most handsome guy in here to notice me!--❞ Already bursting with want, this one would be fun.
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number (NSFW version)
1: Neck Nibble
2: Nipple Nibble
3: Licking Whipped Cream Off Body
4: Sucking A Body Part
5: Kiss With Tongue
6: Inner-thigh Kiss
7: Scratches
8: Hair pulling
9: Jawline biting
10: Belly-button Kiss
11: Tongue teasing
12: Striptease
13: Groping body part
14: Suck Along the Hips
15: Shower Kiss
16: Spooning
17: Naked massage
18: Pearl Necklace
19: Hand job
20: Any of the Above
21: Oral Sex
He thought about it for a few seconds. He scratched at his beard in thought before replying simply with one word. "Trauma." Six little letters to barely even scratch the surface of what had happened. He'd annihilated an entire city and its population. He'd worked against all of his hard work, all his years of dedication, all of his reasons to live... "I lost
control one day... Many were hurt and killed... My friend and I agreed that, perhaps, solitude would help me... I'm beginning to think it has... But maybe I should just stay here, staring at the ocean, forever..." He rubbed his temples,trying to think of the words. "People don't get hurt by me that way..."
Hurt wasn't the word she'd use. Perhaps upset. Unhappy. Angry. But not hurt. She was passed any of those feelings. For now she was being helpful. Nothing more. She had a job. Now he was a sheep. Not anything more.
She no longer had flaxen pigtails, but flaxen curls that framed her face wonderfully. Yet the shape of everything below stayed the same. It was a shock he had not recognized her, yet the subtle differences were the ones that meant the most. She looked like Michael's ideal. Funny. It was Spider's as well.
Red lipstick stained her lips, her stance taking something of influence, "So you have control issues? That's easily solved.." She set the notepad to her side, vixen like emerald orbs stared into his. Her hands in her lap, a smile on her visage. Yet she felt no happiness, "When did you begin to lose control, Spider? Was it when you came back? I'm just assuming you came back from something.."
"Well you certainly are one of the most beautiful woman I’ve seen on Midgard. I can not deny beauty."
❝You're just a little charmer aren't you?--❞
A slight giggle was given after she spoke, azure optics meeting auburn.
❝Catherine. My name. And yours?--❞
A guy? How did she…who are you?
"I’m not one who’s easily approached by a woman…at least not one who’s willing to see me as a man…" Lucille took a step forward into her space so what he was about to say next would stay between just them.
"You may smell something fishy, but I’m smelling something stronger. Who sent you? What do you want?"
It seemed he was a serious man. And one who wasn't easily fooled at that, yet she was just flirting. Something as innocent as that wasn't even meant to be dangerous. Perhaps it would lead to something a bit more scandalous, but still, nothing too harmful. One foot was placed behind her, her back bending as he leaned in.
❝No-one sent me.. What's wrong with just wanting ta' talk? I mean you are really.. I mean.. Attractive.. So it's only natural that I'd want to talk to you..--❞
Her last approach hadn't even scraped his cool facade. Perhaps switching to something a bit more coy would suit.
❝I take it you like what you see?--❞
He called from his balcony, a gruff "Enter." He hadn't spoken to anyone for weeks now, kept here for the world's safety... He had abandoned his armor, his emblem of righteousness and strength. He looked like a castaways now, his hair grown out to his neck, a heard of near-white blonde on his face. Even his musculature had started atrophying, so miserable his state. He clung still to his banister, waiting for her to begin the session, a breeze coming in from the seaside. He took a breath and faced his guest. "Pardon the mess... Visitors are rare to my home..." He lumbered to a chair, sitting down with a large *THOOM* as he cast himself down. Had he become just a savage, a vagabond on an island?
A slight cough and she began the questioning process. She wasn't keen to this idea of Michael's. She attended to it to appease the lustful maniac. Had he known the form she had chosen, he may have not been to keen on it himself. Despite this she continued on.
He was incredibly disheveled from what the flaxen demon had remembered, "Oh yes! It's fine, really! I'm sure.. I've seen worse.. A little dust won't kill me!" A toothy simper was offered as a reconciliation. She sauntered into the room, her bottom finding a place on a dusty couch. Damn Spider! You can at-least clean!
"To start off with.. What started all of," she motioned to his face, insinuating that he probably didn't always look like he did in his current state, "this? Break-up, trauma, what?"
Should I e m b r a c e the m o n s t e r or try to hide it till it b r e a k s free?
