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@zonezerodameblanche
Its a little known fact OOC I am the doughnut prince so seeing everyone feasting in glorious celebration over my life source is fantastic. No but real talk I am not kidding about me living off doughnuts. Don't believe me? Message tumblr user papajotaro.Â
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Love Doll - DECO*27 ft. GUMI
FMK pissedoffandontheclock , theterrorofballville, bigmisterenoch ((B-)c))
One of these is my sibbling GROSS BOXXER Fuck: Ballman (metaphorically not literally)Marry: Dedan (we already sorta have a marriage pact :-/)Kill: Big bro Enoch (sorry I don't wanna be split in half or married to my brother. We can stich your head back on)
Send me 3 names for FUCK, MARRY, KILL
Possible attire for the weekend? It really depends how Iâm feeling in the morning. I dunno what even looks better tbh I might just end up doing something else
okay final post about this since now people are actually online HULLO FOLKS SO if it doesn't rain ill be wearing one/both at Anime next this weekend! If it does rain, well, ill dig sucre or Zacharie out of my closet and you'll spot me with the duck umbrella.
Going through some of your OOC posts I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or pretentious.
Well if you have ever talked to me past mundane coffee talk you'd have your answer.
If I dont reply or I take ages to
Itâs drafted
My mood doesnât fit
Iâm trying to equal your perfection
Iâm braindead
I lost the reply
Iâm easily distracted by something else
All/some of the above
FYI: This blog does not make greeting rp's.
However if you would like to rp then simply send a message and I shall happily write a starter. [ Or vise-versa if you wish to make the starter. ]
This blog accepts tagged rpâs as well as meme beginning rpâs.
You should wear your sucre costume since you're a cutiepie
Honestly I want to wear my object head in the sense that I can hide my face aha...
Havenât decided who to cosplay for Friday of Anime Next. Zacharie, sucre or my object head. Ptthhhbbb. I dunno if anyone really cares/wants to meet up but feel free to message me or if you see me ill pass out OFF pins I make or something.
SO I COMPLETELY DIDNT REALIZE TOMORROW IS ANIME NEXT YO. I WILL NOW BE GOING ALL THREE DAYS AND I HAVE DECIDED THAT ILL BE WEARING MY OBJECT HEAD ALL 3 DAYS (unless someone here wants to meet up and requests me to be Zach/Sucre in order to find me or s/t) SO YEAH IF YOURE GOING TO ANIME NEXT HMU IF YOU WANNA MEET UP OR SOMETHING.
I can't motivate myself any further. Here are owed drafts: -Foldingtheflesh -littlemisterenoch -sadisticmonstermedic -Boxxingforjustice -wornoutcogs Opens I know I owe: -that one queen blog who's URL I can't spell -that Puyo Puyo Rper who's IRL escapes me
She doesnât swing at him, instead she gives him a pinch to his sensitive little Nip-nop. Thatâs for getting her rusty.
âDaddy isnât ever messy, none of them. Good luck getting him to comply.â She sticks out her to fire before scrubbing off some of the rust.
âYeah, heâs an Elsen⊠Mhnnnnnfff⊠I just really like him dedan. Like. Like. You know how you probably want to spoil my dad rotten with all sorts of cakes and stuff? I want to do that for him. And heâs all warm and I wanna cuddle close and soak it up. Boys are stupid and I hate them for making my life hard.â Time for more pouting, frowning a little. Till that last part hit her.
âNothing is really stopping us⊠I mean⊠Iâm 22 already, whoâs to say what will happen years from now⊠Look, how about⊠How about if neither of us are hitched by time Iâm 28 then we just get married. If anything it would be kinda nice to know I could trust you and have your support. And it would look good for you to put on paper that you have married into royalty. Not to burst any bubbles but youâd never get any of my fathers to agree to that. â
He makes a high pitched squeak and rubs the sore nub. âYOUâRE SO MEAN TO ME.â he jokes, sticking his tongue out. âBOYS ARE THE FUCKING WORST⊠BUT THEYâRE PRETTY.â he sighs.
Screwing up his face, Dedan stretches out his legs. âTHATâS GONNA BE A PROBLEM. YOUR DAD DOESNâT COMPROMISE. THATâS WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WHEN YOUâRE INVOLVED WITH SOMEONE. YOU COMPROMISE. YEAH, IâLL JUST MARRY YOU. THATâLL SHOW HIM.â
He really doesnât see anyone tolerating him in the next six years. Most can only stand him from afar.
Finally sucre stands, offering dedan a hand. She's starting to get all pruny from being in the water so long. Once she aids the guardian to his feet she steps out, giving him a little space to exit himself, before stepping off to fetch a towel. It would save dedan the work.
Quickly she fluffs her hair damp, instead of working on drying the rest of herself she simply pats quickly, only to tie the towel around herself like its a dress. All the while she wears a soft little pout, shifting back and forth between her feet.
"Boys are the worst. They only care about what's between my legs or themselves. They're either lazy and not worth the effort put into making them happy, or they're complete trash. Men are much better but unfortunately they are near impossible to find..."
She gives a little sigh, watching dedan with soft eyes.
"Any chance you have something to drink? Daddy won't let me smoke because its 'not becoming of a lady.' I think he's just afraid. Maybe you'll have more of a chance to sway him in his stubborn ways."
"Well of course we are friends, but I know you gotta work more than I ever could. I wouldnât want to stop you from doing your jobâŠ"
She fidgets with the buttons securing the coat closed. Dedan sure as hell wasnt getting his coat back. One by one she was stealing his clothes, just as she had others before. Its just nice to have physical reminders of people.
âIâm just a bit sad, I mean. I dunno. I was around some people who were talking about getting married and how happy they were with their partners and I just felt a little sad. I mean. I know its nothing to be sad about since I have friends that love me and thatâs all I really need. But it still makes me sad a little bit. Its just stupid girl stuff I guess, over thinking little things.â
"No, itâs fine. As long as I turn in my paperwork for the day, they really wonât bother me, besides friends come first."
Worried, he watched her button up Dedanâs coat. He wasnât sure how she managed to get her hands on it but that didnât really matter. That was her business.
10964 gently held her wrists and said, âItâs alright to feel that way sometimes, donât belittle those feelings,â Itâs hard to stop loneliness from worming its self in, but he didnât want her to feel that way, it tugged at his heart seeing Sucre like this.Â
"I mean I have no time to worry about things like marriage or personal relations... I gave all of that up when I got promoted to be a princess."
She forced a smile, trying to ease his worry. It wasnt her intention to being her companions down along when she was already low.
"I know I have a lot of friends and that's what matters besides work... Its my job now to protect everyone and yet... I'm just a child. I'm not ready for this kind of responsibility. I guess... I guess I'm really a mess."
Making a soft laugh, sucre waved for the other to follow her. The coat was so long that it covered her hands, coming down to about her ankles when standing up high. Combing a few hairs from her face and tucking them behind her ear, her gaze shifts off.
"Do you think you can follow me...? I want to show you something."
"If by my house you mean I live here, than yes, this is my house. If you mean do I own the place, than no you are wrong." Sucre gave a little shrug. "This is Zone Three, my papa owns this factory. I used to live in this basement but its been awhile since I was left trapped down there." She waved it off, laughing a little.
âBut you need not worry, you wonât see Enoch at all.â She spoke almost bitterly. âHe refuses to come out from his office.â
His eyes widen at the mention of Zone Three and he looks around frantically.  âTh-this is Z-Zone Three? . .â He questioned, his words coming out almost too quickly to understand. âTh-thatâs not very⊠uhhh⊠safe! . . âÂ
Even after the mention that he doesnât frequently come out of his office, Zeroâs expression doesnât change much.Â
"Well nowhere is really safe if you think about it. But this is my home, and safe or not, I know this place like the back of my hand." Sucre gave a little pause before turning to the other. "Would you feel safer if I held your hand? So we donât get seperated?"
He looks down at the ground and mumbles, âN-no, I suppose we arenât⊠ever safeâŠâ The Elsen sighed quietly as he brushed his foot against the ground. At her question he looked up quickly, harshly biting his lip as he shrugs. âI-I donât kn-knowâŠâ
Sucre decides that it is best to gently take his hand anyways. No need for separations. Thankfully with her expert knowledge of how to navigate through the winding maze, sucre soon finds herself with her Elsen companion in the kitchen. Once she is positive he won't get lost she finally lets his hand go.
"Tadah! Here we are!"
