#melanoiid

[miilsu-blog]

( @melanoiid | STARTER CALL. )

    “ I would like your opinion on something, sir. ” She approaches the man at the counter of the small music shop she had wandered into on a whim, but found herself a little lost within the vast selection. 

    “ I’m holding an Art Exhibition in the coming weeks, I would like to play music that’s a little different from the typical while the guests mingle and observe displays but... ” Her words trail of helplessly as Nari glances at the shop, A RARITY for the curator to lose her words. “ I’m not sure --- what would be suitable. ”

[organdancer-blog]

@melanoiid liked.

— SHE COULDN’T BELIEVE  she could just become lost so easily. It really did get on her nerves, but being in a new area was certainly not her specialty. She did not have the best sense of direction. Elegantly and quickly prancing herself over to a rather... peculiar looking man, she then gave his shoulder a light tap. “Excuse me, but do you know where the closest hotel is?” 

[monstre--maudit-blog]

                                                   @melanoiid

“I’m...fine.” He was out of his prescriptions, depression and bipolar. He managed to leave his son with his brother for the day to just avoid any sort of conflict with the small boy. But, in all honestly, he was just tired. Tired and well...upset. “You really don’t have to be here, I’m fine...a little tired is all.”

[organdancer-blog]

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make the mun have nostalgia.

I used to play Dio Brando from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. I was never too good at it, really, but he was extremely fun to write. I enjoy writing slightly comedic villains that still have ruthlessness to them, that much should be obvious, considering that I’ve been playing Torchwick for ages and I still do on another blog.

[puertia-archived]

:3c

q:‘3

[monstre--maudit-blog]

                                                  @melanoiid

Well, if he knew any better, he’d say he looked like one of his exes with how this guy looked. Instead, he knew better and instead he’d be polite. Besides, he didn’t want to get into any unnecessary business if he had gotten in trouble for bumping into the man. Picking up his bag of books with his gloved hands, Jabby stood up abruptly and looked up at the noirette. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry. Are you alright?”