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You deserve 10 stars for your portrayal of Grell! Hope we can interact sometime.

THIS IS SO SWEET OH MY GOD 

THANK YOU!!

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☂ - giving them their jumper to keep warm

first the earthquake had laid ruin to the entire city around her, littering the streets with broken glass and pieces of debris from the building that had fallen due to the tremors-- and to top it off, a heavy rain was now falling from the sky and onto the streets below.

the bright side of this would have to be that it was helping extinguish the multiple fires that had arose from the disaster.

however, on the other hand-- now grell was only left with the option of huddling under what remained of a sheltered bus stop, her hair sticking to her face unpleasantly from the sudden downpour; her soaked jacket left on the bench beside her, the heavy material doing nothing to keep her warm.

looking up at the dark sky, without the street lamps or general light pollution from hive city’s many buildings left her with a sense of foreboding. it was a heavy weight on her shoulders, a warning that rang distressingly in the back corners of her mind. it was apparently also a new moon tonight, as not even the soft glow of the moon was provided to the city below.

it was starting to get cold, enough so that she could see her breath in front of her when she exhaled. for once, she thanked the creator that she was incapable of getting physically ill. in a situation like this, it would be like adding insult to injury. 

literal injuries, too. her hands were still scrapped to hell from her escape from the cafe, and while the gash on her brow had long since stopped it’s bleeding-- she could still feel the stiff skin there whenever she changed her expression, a silent reminder of just how powerless she was currently.

it was a scarier thought that she had been prepared for. imagine, death itself being scared of powerlessness. how quaint.

she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard the man approach, even though he made no effort whatsoever in hiding his presence-- and she started slightly when a rather tall man with an umbrella hovering over his head suddenly came to a stop directly in front of her, seemingly looking down at her wordlessly.

however, his face was hidden by the deep shadows that the city-wide blackout helped provide now that night had fallen. she couldn’t see his expression, and could only get the vaguest of impression about his person-- only enough to note that he seemed to be wearing some sort of foreign uniform. almost like a butler’s suit, but not quite.

she blinked up at him owlishly, a pout working its’ way onto her lips as she looked up at him-- her body leaning away from the stranger slightly, her mouth opening to ask him if he wanted something.

but before she could utter the words on the tip of her tongue, the man’s arm raised slightly-- and soft, dry material suddenly dropped onto her head.

she blinked in confusion as she raised a hand, pulling whatever the man had just given her off her dripping hair-- turning it over in her hands. it felt like a jumper, but it was hard to see without any source of light.

the man still didn’t say anything as he turned away from her and started back down the empty street, only the sound of a lighter flicking to life and his own footfalls over the gravel and glass filling the silence between the two.

grell poked her head out of the bus stop, watching him go.

when he disappeared from eyesight, his form once again disappearing into the deep shadows that cast themselves around her-- she looked back at the article of clothing in her lap, just... looking at it in confusion.

what had prompted him to lend this to her, exactly?

a faint blush raised to her cheeks, heating her cheeks as her hands gently separated the material-- her arms raising above her head as they wormed their way into the warm material. the jumper was a bit large on her, surprisingly enough. enough so that the sleeves half-covered her hands, and if she stood up it would undoubtedly fall to her mid-thigh.

bunching the material under her fingers, she tucked her chin into the warm collar; hiding her chilled face behind it as she tucked herself into a tight ball in what remained of the sweater, being careful to not allow herself to be under any of the broken ceiling.

“how unnecessary.”

she muttered the words under her breath, but a small smile had found itself on her lips as she looked up at the sky again. once this whole mess was fixed up, she would be sure to return the jumper to the man if she could find him. washed, of course.

she might even thank him, despite how ridiculously unneeded the gentlemanly gesture was. after all, she couldn’t even get sick-- the cold didn’t bother her much.

but as she sat there, resting her head against the cold plastic that had somehow remained upright during the earthquake-- she tucked herself a bit tighter into the jumper.

“... warm.”

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☆ !!

☆ - What made you start playing your muse?

i actually started reading kuroshitsuji when i was still a kid, around? 13 or so, when i was really getting into anime and manga like the weeb i was born to be. anyway the jack the ripper arc really stuck with me bc well, ive always been into horror and gore and that sorta thing so i just absorbed it all like it was nbd, and when i read it i immediately fell in love with grell and even watched the anime solely so i could see her animated even if the anime is a giant disappointment in the portrayal area for her. im biased im sorry i hate the anime.

anyway, it wasn’t until i joined tumblr about... 4 or 5 years ago that i started rping after a while, and grell was my first canon muse that i’ve rped-- since before tumblr i was in oc forum rp groups and even used to rp on facebook back in the say as my shitty oc that i had that still brings me embarrassment to this day to think about

ive rped grell on and off since then, but this is the first time in a long time that ive felt her muse so strongly it’s such a nice sense of nostalgia my god.

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alt!

“oh?”

the informant glanced at your expression, a small smirk finding itself on his lips as rustic eyes narrowed in amusement– but as quick as it came, it disappeared again. his expression was a friendly mask, one that almost compelled you to trust him.

a stupid thing to do, but whatever. it was your life, after all.

“my apologies, did I surprise you?”

orihara izaya from durarara!! is one of my longest lasting and strongest muses that i have, he’s my favorite character ever, and i love him. kris (the dirk strider here) refuses to rp w him and im just. please.

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💣 — explosives, 🚿 — hygiene, 🎭 — performance art/acting

💣

she understands the general information regarding explosives and how they work, but she has no idea how to create or operate them herself– not that she’s all that interested in the first place. she’s more of a close combat kind of fighter. keep them away from her please.

🚿

despite it being from the 1800′s in the victorian era, she actually takes personal hygiene very seriously. especially when she gets dirt or blood on her clothes from going about her daily life. she washes her hair regularly, in order to keep it in order. red hair is hard to keep, so she works hard on keeping it to her level of “presentable”. however, taking into consideration that she’s well… already dead, she doesn’t produce the same levels of sweat that humans do. she produces some, but at a much more manageable rate. due to this, she’s never really had to bother with worrying about body odor, but since finding deodorant a rather niffy invention, she’s taken to using it. she brushes her teeth almost religiously after every time she has a meal, and flosses as well. she washes her face at night, and in the morning. she keeps herself clean and fresh smelling at all times.

🎭

grell is a well-versed lover of the arts, especially when it comes to theater.she prides herself in her acting abilities, even if it can be rather melodramatic. she especially loves anything written by william shakespeare, and tends to quote him in conversation quite often. she especially loves tales of love and tragedy. it’s one of her dreams to premiere in a play, despite that being impossible for her considering her line of work. her favorite series of lines comes from Romeo and Juliet, act 2 scene 6 and is spoken by frair lawrence:

These violent delights have violent ends,And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey,Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.And in the taste confounds the appetite.Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. 

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💄 — makeup 🎁 — giving presents to others

💄

grell’s honestly a master when it comes to doing her makeup. of course, it all came with literally years of practice. however now she can apply all of the products she uses without the assistance of a mirror– even when it comes to applying her false lashes. though she will still on occasion stop in front of a shop window to reapply her lipstick– if only out of simple vanity.

🎁

grell considers herself to be rather generous and considerate when it comes to gifts, and always does her best to accommodate whoever the receiver is. some people are harder to shop for (ie: william), but she does her best with the information she has about the person. (ie: ronald likes watches and free drinks, and william seems to like ties and things for his office.)