The Past will Come Back to Haunt You

Name: Matt. Age: 19. Likes: Games, smoking. Dislikes: Going outside, socializing. Status: Alive. Press 'start' to continue. [A Matt roleplay blog set after the events of Death Note. An AU where Matt doesn't die, but has amnesia. More details in the 'profile' page.] Relationship Status: Single. M!A Status: None and accepting.

[theloyalgamer]

Right... so I'm sorry for disappearing. I've had a lot of work that needed to be done, but the good news is, it's all done, the stress is gone, and I'm actually getting good grades. Also I was conditionally accepted into a university, which is also pretty good ^^

I've done a bit of my drafts, but I'm trying to catch up on the sleep I've lost over the past couple of weeks (even though I've been dozing for nearly 8 hours a day for the past few days) so I might log off in a bit. I will get to all my replies, though. 

I'll just end this here before I start to rant. My brain isn't functioning so well, so... yeah. >.>

[destructiveglitcharchive-deacti]

          Woa. What a funny guy. Irritated him. Then again, everything pissed him off. He touched the screen on the device around his wrist, sometimes eyeing the stranger, now identified as Matt. A name easy to remember, yet a name he would forget. Not because he wanted to, but because he was genuinly bad at remembering names.

          “Class isn’t something everyone can answer. I’ll just set it as not applicable. Good you coöperated, now you won’t die right away. Or you will, depends on whether you’re gonna mess up between now and ten minutes or not. Seems to be an art many people used to master when I met them.” Cadillac, no, that’s rude.

[theloyalgamer]

"... Wait, what's this about dying?" Matt was even more confused than before. "In the first place, why do you even need all that information? Is there something going on?" For some reason, Matt seemed to be skilled in the art of getting-caught-up-in-things-he's-not-a-part-of.

He had the urge to tell the other that seeing as though he survived a gunshot wound to the head (and other parts of the body) before, dying was probably not something he was skilled at, but life might've tried to prove him wrong and actually kill him in that next ten minutes, so he kept his mouth shut and waited for an explanation.

[theloyalgamer]

[Neighbors!AU] @theloyalgamer

[himenotsubasa]

"Oh- Matt-sa- …Matt-kun. I didn’t hear your coming. I thought you might be busy with something else, so I just went straight to the kitchen, without saying ‘hello’ or anything", a slight blush suffused her cheeks, while the auburnette offered him a friendly smile. Of course it was not her intention to interrupt him out of the blue, but just to leave with all the food inside her bag did not feel right either. 

"Hm? Ah- y-yes! I was just on my way home from school and kinda realized that our fridge is filled to the brim again", a soft chuckle escaped her throat, "My brother went to a friend’s place today, so I thought it might be nicer to cook for the two of us than eating all by myself." 

She glanced over to her bag, filled with a lot of good smelling food and wondered what Matt might enjoyed from all of them the most. After all she only stuffed a few things (or rather a lot) she loved to eat in it. “Ah- there is no need to worry, really!”, she explained to the red-haired, “We have still enough- I bet no one would even recognized that something is missing.” 

[theloyalgamer]

"Ah, well, you don't need to feel bad about not saying hi. I mean, you're cooking for me, that's already one hell of a greeting." Matt returned her smile. Really, he didn't deserve such a nice neighbor. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Tsubasa; in fact, it was quite the contrary. But damn, he must've done something good in the past to have such a kind, sweet (and cute) girl move in to the unit next to his.

"From what's in those bags, it looks like you're cooking up a feast. I'd better not get in your way, then." Matt backed out of the kitchen, taking a seat at the dining table. Whatever Tsubasa was cooking, he bet it was good. He was never a picky eater, and the stuff she made tasted great anyhow.

"So, how was school today?" He asked, trying to make some conversation.

[theloyalgamer]

How did you survive your injuries? What did the doctors tell you?

"Well, mostly they went on and on about how it was a miracle that I survived those gunshots. I was sort of out of it at the time they were explaining everything to me, so fI can't really remember everything. But I can tell you that some of it has to do with good luck and good timing."

[spacesic-deactivated20140221]

Title

So he had to buy a game for his lazy-ass friend. That isn’t too hard of a quest? Right? Of course it wasn’t. He just simply hated it, going outside where people could talk to him, look at him, meet him, find him EVERYTHING. God, he hated people, and maybe it was better if people hated him too. Still, he HAD to buy this game and so he walked into one of the popular gaming-stores. Small store, many games. He was told it was a quite popular one so it wouldn’t take Christopher too much time to find it but it did. It took him a very long time even so eventually he good annoyed, leaving no choice than to ASK someone. He has to, the earlier he was good here the earlier he could continue on his work. Before approaching someone he first of took a deep breath, trying to make himself look normal towards the other and not embarrass himself in any way. Then he started to talk to the first the best guy he saw. "Uh, h-hey…hello…" he started trying not to stutter, how did you do conversations again? He doesn’t fucking know? "Uh..do you know what this one game is called…uh..you are..s-supposed..to shoot people..in it.."

[theloyalgamer]

The shop was surprisingly crowded today. And by crowded, Matt meant there were more than three people in the shop at once. Five, actually, and that was the most who had come in in an hour during the past three days. Granted, the weekdays were always quiet. But now that it was Friday, Matt expected more people to arrive and fill the shop with loud chatter.

With a yawn, Matt set aside his game and stretched out his arms. He'd spent the past 2 hours glued to his seat, finishing up the first quarter of his new game. With the arrival of prospective customers, Matt figured he might as well act the part of the good employee. He rose from his seat, walking around the store and making sure that everything was in order. Until a nervous-sounding voice addressed him, and he turned around. Hearing the request, the corners of Matt's lips quirked upwards into a small grin.

"That's how a whole bunch of games go, sir," he said, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "Do you know the storyline? If not, I can show you the titles we have and see if you can recognize any of'em."

[proteja-deactivated20111228]

[sleep-for-days]

vinnysgotswagg:

ifyoufeelthatway:

tkaaay:

bigtimecrushonsomeone:

30rockasaurus:

fuckyeaaaah-xx:

iwannahavethelifethatyouhave:

jforjoelle:

last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again

nothing to lose. :))

Let’s hope

Why not? :)

*crossing fingers*

pretty much^^^^

i got nothing to lose. (:

Last time i did this my wish came true.

Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss

[stoneddamara-deactivated2013050]

im fucking crying of joy at the /thought/ of my wish coming true…

[notuptospeedster]

it came true last time…so why not

[my-kindacrazy]

<3

[phenomeniallfetish-deactivated2]

hoping and praying…

[amoralborn-deactivated20170317]

Why not.

lets see.

my wish came true……………..this is creepy

cant harm can it?

[teddyridgeley]

ALL IN THE NAME OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT...

Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything… please?

[theloyalgamer]

Online~

And ready to get cracking on replies. I also dropped a bunch of my threads, mostly because they weren't really going anywhere. I sent people a message letting them know if I did.

Also, would anyone like to plot a thread, maybe? I stopped making greeting starters a while back, so I havent' been able to talk to my new followers, but my inbox is always open for plotting owo

[ginny-the-green-bot-deactivated]

Roleplaying is always a learning experience. Reblog if you are okay with people coming to you with constructive criticism.

Hate anons do nothing to make you better at your character but a good constructive piece of criticism? It is a roleplayers most valuable gift.

[epic-little-warriors-deactivate]

REBLOG if your mun is a girl because I am. Let's see how many R-pers are girls.

[braveandimpulsive]

PSA: Since rp’ing with icons as opposed to gif has become a thing, I’m just going to say this now… I don’t care if you rp with icons or gifs or no picture at all, what you use with your writing doesn’t change your writing and I’ll rp with you regardless.

[spacesic-deactivated20140221]

theloyalgamer replied to your post:Hello, someone. RP with me. I am so bored and I…

Hello there~ I’d like to start an RP, yes owo

Well, that means that we’ve gotta plot. Allow me to read your about page. Is there something you need to know about Christopher first? According I don’t have one myself.

[theloyalgamer]

Actually, I was hoping you could tell me about him since I don't have information to go on owo; 

[theloyalgamer]

((Scent of smoke or chocolate, you choose! :D ))

((How about both? owo))

Smoke and chocolate was an unlikely combination of scents, but to Matt, they fit together perfectly. It was, for some reason, perfectly normal for smoke to be accompanied with the faint, sweet aroma of chocolate. 

The combination stirred hazy memories that Matt couldn't completely recall; his head would start to ache if he tried too hard to remember. But he would always get a distinct impression of feelings. Good ones, mostly, like happiness. But there was also worry, nostalgia and melancholy mixed in there.

There was a name, too, and Matt figured he must've repeated it many times to be able to recall it so well. Mello. From recent events, he knew that Mello was a person, and that they were- are, friends. Best friends. And Mello was actually Mihael. There was still a lot of questions that he wanted to ask Mihael, and so many things about his past that wasn't clear. But whatever times they shared... they must've been really good times.

[ofmagicandice]

Since memories triggered by scent are the strongest...

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

[theloyalgamer]

Whisky [imitatio-dei]

Out of anything that he could have come up with, going drinking with Izaya was probably one of the stupidest. Which was probably why he was doing this. Matt wasn't stressed- well, actually, he was; just a little bit. It had nothing to do with problems with work or rent, but more with himself. He'd found himself thinking back to his past more frequently, and as a result, getting way more headaches than usual. The number of painkillers he took a day increased dramatically, and probably would have continued to rise if one of his co-workers pointed out that taking a pill every 2 hours wasn't healthy. 

Which is why he'd decided the best way to stop thinking about the past- and taking painkillers, as a result- was to get drunk. 

"I haven't had a drink in a long time," Matt commented, taking a sip of the drink in his hand. The cool liquid made burned like fire down his throat as he swallowed, and he set the glass aside. "I almost forgot the taste."

[theloyalgamer]

yooo vodka B-) (which is casually Mello's favorite)

((Yoooo look who's getting laid possibly drunk tonight XD I'll have a starter up soon!))

[theloyalgamer]

Whiskey~ //because it fits them

((I'll have that starter up in a bit! I don't really like rping through asks, so-))