#faceless (anon)

[ask-makoto-iguess]

*pets sayaka to show kindness* -faceless Anon

“O-oh. Thanks? I wasn’t expecting to be pet...”

[reddeadrevival]

well, antagonising your audience instead of just saying you prefer reblogs, while pretending you want to help the fandom or whatever is hypocritical, but like I said your lack of self awareness (you're 22 ?)is amusing. and the sarcastic happy smilies and the fake thunderstorm, I know what new lolcow we'll be discussing from now on the RDD cringe discord ha.

What do you want me to fucking record the storm, why would I make that up?

Do you not see all the people who feel the same way as me? I am not alone in this.

Get off anon, you coward.

If my audience has a problem with me wanting others to love and appreciate the people in this fandom then they know where the door is. As do you.

[michael-is-dead-inside]

((Hi! I was wondering how you feel about people approaching you and asking about roleplaying together? Tempted to send something so we could do something together))

[I’m always open to rp discussion!! If you can’t find anything good in the rp starters I reblog you are free to message me about possible plot discussion! If you have an OC that you want to rp as please send me an about or link me to the about page of your OC :D!]

[michael-is-dead-inside]

Is your mask comfortable? Is it clean? Does it smell bad on the inside?

“…. smells like latex and blood, but very comfortable. It’s a part of me, could use some cleaning though. I don’t like taking it off, only maybe to take a deep breath or when I’m alone. I feel like I’m not truly myself until I have it on. Most killers use masks to hide something, their face and such, but I use it to express who I really am.” 

[blindhonor-archived-blog]

Your muse is nearly dead. What are his last thoughts?

“Last thoughts? Funny, I never thought I’d experience any final thoughts. I assumed my death would be quick, instead it seems to be drawn out. I suppose I deserve it. I could have protected my family better. I could have defended my home, stood with my uncle. But instead I was weak. I allowed myself to be manipulated by the Lannister, which I will regret until my last breath. I regret not being able to help my nephew or sister. I was blinded by lust that I couldn’t see what was happening just down the halls. Even now my sisters screams and pleas still haunt me. You want to know my last thoughts? They’re guilt. Stabbing me each time I even dare to think of the family I could not save. Guilt of betraying my blood so the Lannister’s could win. The guilt of not telling my sister I loved her one final time.”