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Torment my muse with questions. About their past, about their regrets, their unanswered hopes. Make my muse squirm.

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@mark-of-the-millennium

The night for this moment was peaceful. The experiment had been hard at work trying to keep herself away from everyone. Keeping herself at a manageable mindset to not harm anyone, or set anything off.

Yet. This night in particular felt different. As though someone had been watching. Following. Then she saw it. Some kind of limousine. Why it approached her, she had no idea.

“...?”

She kept her hands in her pockets, while unarmed, she would find away to keep herself protected if she had to.

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kayfournine‌:

The mutant does not respond, instead holding his sagging smile as his head tilts, inch by inch until it rests against his swollen shoulder. Images of war drift in and out of his clouded mind, with bursts of gunfire lifted from a movie playing on a shop’s flickering tv screen and fire cascading down debris-drowned streets. Something in the back of his head stirs, but he can’t figure out if it is excitement or dread. He fishes through his memory for his destination’s name and nothing comes out but an compulsion forward onto an unseen path. Maybe a detour would not be so bad. 

He takes a step toward the standing stranger, his knuckles dragging against the floor. Up close there’s no escaping the smell of sickly sweat wafting off him, or the wet rustling coming from under the shawl. 

[ “ Try anything, ” ] he wheezes, [ “ And you’ll die. Horrifically. ” ] His smile is meant to seal the statement as a promise.   

[ “ If this is a trap, and you’ve got friends lurking around the corner. I’ll smash their skulls. And I’ll save you for last- ” ]  His speech slurs, devolving into gurgling mutters, but he goes on. 

The sound of a ding could be heard as the subway reached it’s destination. She stands up, beginning to make her way out, gesturing for him to follow. She raised her hood to conceal her appearance as she led him through the war-torn streets.

After a few moments, the two reached their destination. Behind a fence was a series of items, a small fridge, a portable stove, a table and a sleeping bag, all kept under a tarp held up by a few poles.

She placed her bag next to the sleeping bag, walking towards a nearby chair.

[”Do you have a name?”]

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PSA

Hi everyone! I’m not the type to post these kinds of things, but as a long standing member of the RP community, I enjoy when everyone is having a good time and everyone is having fun with one another.

However, it has come to my attention that someone of the past has returned and I am very worried about it.

This user has caused issues among my friends in the RP community, causing chaos, issues involving art, false drama, anon hate and so on for the sake of keeping their opinions correct. I will not be saying the names of those that this user had offended for the sake of anonymity, you can DM me about it, but that’s as far as I’ll go.

Please be careful around this user, as throughout my years of knowing them, they have led to very toxic situations. I almost felt like committing suicide with what this user would do. 

Please, be careful.

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kayfournine‌:

For a good while, it might seem that K9999 does not register a single word out of her mouth, preoccupied instead with staring into the distance behind her. Nodes of flesh roll down his neck into the veiny furrows of his shoulder. Then he blinks, fixing his gaze back on the stranger. He grins.

[ “ I’m beyond human. ” ] His attention drifts, much too slowly, to the indicated camera. Its presence inspires a quiet chuckle out of him. A device like that would be rubble in his palm with just a clench of his fist.

[ “ Who’s they? They can’t hurt me. No one can. ” ] The answer to the woman’s question is no. All K9999 can register is that he’s on a subway train with too many eyes leering at him, and somehow, this will get him closer to something he must do. The suggestion of danger hardly registers, instead fueling a fantasy of rage and retribution in the confused mutant’s head- More enemies meant more for him to crush. His fingers curl in the folds of his shawl, hiccuping out a laugh. 

[ “ And who are you? One of ‘them?’ ” ]

[”No. But they made me.”] Naomi overheard his laughter, she was unsure of what happened to this being in front of her, but from the looks of it, he didn’t have much time. At least it looked like it. [”There is a war. Areas of the cities are blocked off due to it and it isn’t proper to get stuck in it.”]

The train stops, reaching a station in the location of Shinjuku. Naomi stands up, grabbing a hold of her bag, looking towards him. She couldn’t just leave him there.

[”Come with me. If you stay here, they’ll find you. Where ever you’re going, you can’t go there in your condition.”] 

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Extremely Exhausted Starters

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

“I went a little overboard sure… but I’m still alive. So shh.”

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Hello my darlings, if you’d like to hang with me on Discord, I have it right here!

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Reblog if your muse would risk their life to save a loved one

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Send “You’re not going anywhere” for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their wrist.

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* : like or reblog if you're a roleplayer 20 yrs or older.

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2, 5 & 11!

crucial muse development questions.

2. what was the best thing in your character’s life?

Naomi cannot seem to remember everything, but she does always find herself feeling content when she plays games at the arcade, the most calming game being Galaga.

5. does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

Naomi’s hobbies are a coping mechanism and that seems to be it.

11. for what would your character give their life?

Naomi will sacrifice herself if the situation comes to it, if it seems to be the only way to solve whatever issue is happening, she’ll do it. The biggest reason would be to completely eradicate the curse within her blood.

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. G-Corporation Experiment No. 401 Naomi NICKNAME. N/A GENDER.  Female HEIGHT. 5′3″ AGE. 20 ZODIAC. Unknown SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Japanese, English 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Black EYE COLOR. Blue SKIN TONE. Pale BODY TYPE. Athletic, slim VOICE.  Monotone and blank, however the pitch seems higher when she speaks in Japanese. DOMINANT HAND. Right. POSTURE. Straight backed SCARS. Multiple scars from syringes and scalpels TATTOOS. The black claw marks on her left shoulder (Devil Gene Mark) BIRTHMARKS. N/A. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Bright blue eyes

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. G-Corporation Laboratory, Japan HOMETOWN. N/A SIBLINGS. N/A.  PARENTS. N/A.  𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  None.  CURRENT RESIDENCE. Constantly traveling CLOSE FRIENDS. Doesn’t recall RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single FINANCIAL STATUS.  Doesn’t care DRIVER’S LICENSE. N/A CRIMINAL RECORD. N/A VICES. Mentally broken

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  Hikaru Yo- Kikuo HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Playing at Arcades LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left. PHOBIAS. Misophobia (Constantly hears a voice in her head) SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Doesn’t know VULNERABILITIES.  Mentally damaged, cannot tell what is real and what isn’t. tagged by: Snatched up from @kayfournine tagging: You see this? You tagged yo.

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aurorasmemes‌:

crucial muse development questions.   send a number in my inbox to find out more about my character as a person  ( because often, the most important things about character development have nothing to do with their shoe size or netflix queue ).

what would completely break your character?

what was the best thing in your character’s life?

what was the worst thing in your character’s life?

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

what is your character reluctant to tell people?

how does your character feel about sex? relationships?

how many friends does your character have?

how many friends does your character want?

what would your character make a scene in public about?

for what would your character give their life?

what are your character’s major flaws?

what does your character pretend or try to care about?

how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

what is your character afraid of?

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❝ SUGAR PINE 7 SEASON 1 SENTENCE MEME

‘i was at a loss for what to do.’ ‘my friends have gotten into vaping.’ ‘i look like a gay pirate.’ ‘always serious. golden serious. never not serious.’ ‘you know you’re hanging out with a bunch of losers when the dog is the life of the party.’ ‘i’ll fuck you up.’ ‘i actually respect you as a human being.’ ‘don’t make this a bigger deal than this has to be.’ ‘don’t be proud!’ ‘with leg buckling momentum, my legs… buckled.’ ‘i feel like you could learn a lot from this.’ ‘your message made no sense. you said you lived in a small woman’s old plane.’ ‘am i going to get in trouble for being around you?’ ‘sometimes when i’m sad i just hang out in this treehouse and vape.’ ‘first and foremost, don’t fuck with snakes that you don’t know.’ ‘i’m allergic to rocks.’ ‘i’m so tired. please take me home.’ ‘they know how to treat a soft little chicken person like me right.’ ‘wanna cuddle with your bro?’ ‘it’s so hot out and i’m dying.’ ‘i have no idea what you’re talking about.’ ‘that’s the same pair of clothes for three days.’ ‘i straight up don’t know who this is.’ ‘it became less about wine tasting and more about wine chugging.’ ‘why are you being super weird?’ ‘come outside. i’m at your house.’ ‘you’re so fucking stupid.’ ‘i’m drowning this demon!’ ‘i think someone just gave you money to stop.’ ‘i’m just letting you know who’s in charge.’ ‘is this DDR?’ ‘that’s the dumbest thing in the world.’ ‘i have better underwater hearing.’ ‘i am super drunk right now.’ ‘it is important to take time to smell the roses.’ ‘after two hours at urgent care, you were diagnosed with… dizzy. ’ ‘i’m not falling for your goddamn tricks.’ ‘sometimes, it’s just not worth it.’ ‘i can sleep outside and i can just give you my bed.’ ‘part of human nature is emotion.’ ‘for the love of sweet santa josefair.’ ‘it’s so easy to steal a baby from a hospital.’ ‘nice eyes.’ ‘so far we’ve only made two trips and that’s three trips too many.’ ‘this is a shithole.’ ‘to be honest, i’m offended.’ ‘watch your goddamn tone.’ ‘that was the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life.’

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You're Dying...‌:

The concoction in his mouth oozes out from the corner of his lips, a pale mess of patchy pink fluid with the consistency of curdled milk. He hacks, coughing until he can spit most of it out onto the stained floor. It was a public subway, trash and sticky stains already carpeted the place. Through his migraine he strains to piece together what the woman had said, first failing to understand she’d spoken Japanese. Stray pieces of vocabulary floated around in his head before he could pick out what words he needed. God, he hadn’t spoken Japanese since he was in… wait, where was he now? His attention jerks to the signs plastered over the car’s walls, but the letters blend together in his blurring vision. He snaps his head back to the girl so fast that something in his shoulder lets out an audible crack.

[ “ Yeah? Does it bother you? Disgust you? Then look away! “ ]

For all he knew, he WAS dying. All the effort he’d put into finding a solution to the problem- didn’t matter. NESTS didn’t leave behind any vaccine or a new glove that could stop this infection or even slow its path. Whether his death came when it hit his brain or swallowed him whole? He had no idea. He didn’t care to think about it- he just knew he had a ticking clock to beat. Before he went, there were some people he needed to put in their graves, some scores to settle, those kinds of things. And… getting where this subway was going would put him one step closer.

He doesn’t realize he’s been staring back at the woman with a snarl on his face. She’s a smear of color in the left half of his vision. Does she look familiar? No. She’s too tall. She’s too tall to be her. Much too tall. The hair isn’t even right. But that look in her eye… dead-on. The strands growing from his arm bristle. He could kill her. Easily- just one swipe and it’d be over. But he doesn’t need to. Because she’s not- who? She’s not…  She’s no one to him.

[”...you aren’t human...are you...?”]

So he did hear her, at least it seemed so, and that appearance was enough to get her to ask. She could relate in a sense, as she too wasn’t as human as she appeared. Unfortunately, she appeared healthy, at least physically, thus she couldn’t seem to relate to his current ailment. However, she did know that if nothing were done by the time they reached the station, there would be even more issues.

[”Do you know where you are...? Because it would be dangerous for you if you were found at the station.”]

Naomi keeps her head lowered, but her eyes glance towards the cameras held within the train, a basic security system for many, but few knew that there were some that used these cameras for more darker methods, some in particular to find people that needed to be found.

[”They watch us. Hear us. See all, hear all, know all. So before you make your decision to reveal yourself...do you know where you are?”]

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Fluffy Friday Meme (Giving Edition)

Send me symbol a for my muse to:

❖ Give yours jewelry ❀ Give yours a flower ❀❀ Give yours flowers ❉ Give yours a piece of clothing ⊹ Kiss them awake ๑ Stroke them awake ❂ Give yours sweets ☼ Give yours a smile ◉ Bring yours a tea/coffee/drink that they like ☆ Bring them breakfast ★ Bring them a soup/tea/something that will help them getting better while ill ☃ Give yours a pet ▤ Give yours a book �� Give yours a massage ⁂ Give yours a compliment ♧ Give yours a doll/stuffed animal ☂ Let yours know yours is there for them ╬ Offer yours support in a task or hardship ☸ Give them a good luck charm ☯ Give them a hug ღ Give them a love letter (content isn’t relevant) ஐ Approach yours in clothing they know yours loves them in → Give yours a new weapon/artist’s equipment/item they work with on a regular basis ಌ Give them praise in front of others

$ Buy them something they just saw (please specify what)

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kayfournine‌:

The subway car kicks for every notch in its path, jerking its passengers just enough to keep anyone from reading their phones in peace. It didn’t stop anyone from using them, though, and K9999 had become an expert in plucking raised phone-cameras out of his peripherals. A man with a groomed beard and a pin on his scarf tried to put him into frame, ‘subtly’ parking his phone on his thigh. Were he any less tired than he was now, K9999 would’ve swatted that stupid thing up and crushed it in his hand before tossing the remains in the man’s face. But his breaths aren’t coming in smoothly, and the buzz of the fluorescent lights flickering overhead is drilling into his brain. 

So he pulls his ragged shawl tight over his frothing arm and hurries into the next car, stealing stale air between clenched teeth. Fatty heaps of skin leak from each crack in the busted blue glove he tries, unsuccessfully, to hide from the murmuring passengers of this late night subway. It hurts. It burns and sweats as if ravaged by fever, throbbing like a fresh bruise, all while metal scrapes and crushes it back into place. But after the past few years, he’s become accustomed to most of it.

There’s a single occupant in the next car. A young woman with black hair. When he confirms that she hasn’t reached for a phone, K9999 staggers to the nearest strap and clutches it with his free hand. He hasn’t realized that his right eye has gone bloodshot, or that thick cords of irritated flesh have sprouted from the corner and web out to his jaw, to his neck, to his shoulder, but at the moment he doesn’t care. The brisk air in the cart gives him some relief from the searing heat in his shoulder and that’s enough.

Until, of course, he notices the blue eyes lingering on him and his misshapen form. Any trip out in public, even in the dead of night, led to this same exchange- him, a horrific abomination, and them, wide-eyed audiences to the surreal spectacle. For fuck’s sake, he just wanted to get out of this city. Move on. Find them– whichever of them his roaming led to first.

“ Got a problem? ” He tries to growl, but the sores in his mouth drown it out with a mix of pus and drool. 

“...” She grows concerned by the sight of what comes out of his mouth. It’s disturbing, bringing back painful memories of those defective units from her time in captivity. He looked as though he were going to fall apart right here and now, unsure if he would just die if she left him alone.

He...doesn’t need help...he doesn’t have long anyhow, she thinks. However...

“[It looks as though...you’re dying...]” She spoke faintly, believing he wouldn’t hear her at all.

These two aren’t that different, at this point she can easily tell, it just became difficult for him to hide it now it seemed. What could be the cause? She wasn’t going to try to figure that out, because it wasn’t her problem.