#emptyjester

[dexterousred]

@emptyjester

DATE: January 8th, 2004, 7:35a.m. LOCATION: Saint Angels Academy.

A long, drawn out yawn left 16 year old Tyson’s lips as he tiredly shuffled out amongst his fellow peers from the large gymnasium where the ‘WELCOME’ had just finished. It never failed to unsettle him, watching the bright eyes of the newer students turn to disbelief and then dawning horror at the revelation of magic having been a reality of centuries.

Maybe that was why he felt so tired right now. Well, that and it was pretty early in the morning. Scratching at the front of his white t-shirt which wasn’t supposed to be showing ( their uniform jackets were to be BUTTONED UP AND PRESENTABLE during school hours, no exceptions ), he idly glanced over his new schedule for the second year at the academy.

Pretty standard stuff -- magic history, mystic creatures ( demons was apparently too ‘strong’ a word to use ): what to look for & understand, combat training, math, literature, more combat training, a few private lessons. Honestly, he was curious if he’d still be sticking with the same dorm roommate, or if they’d be switching for the new year.

Not paying attention was a strong suit of Tyson’s, especially this early in the morning. Bleary eyed and not at all quite functioning physically: but his senses were as primed as ever. He sensed the energy of the other student that he nearly bowled into -- nearly, because Tyson jumped near effortlessly over their head and landed on the other side of him.

Newer students gasped, some clapped in awe; returning students barely glanced over, or stopped walking. Turning so that he was stepping backwards, Ty slowed and glanced up, grinning apologetically towards the-- Japanese??-- teen he’d avoided a collision with,

“Morning. Sorry about that. I didn’t kick your head or anything right?” Ty knew he hadn’t -- would’ve felt it if he had-- but, it was just to be polite.

[tsunawatarihime]

@emptyjester

Being back home felt foreign to her. Saki wasn’t supposed to make it back, was she? She was certain that she was meant to die in that place and yet she was given another chance. Saki couldn’t understand why, she didn’t have anything good in her life going for her. In this town many whispered about her spreading nothing but false rumors that always escalated making Saki want to alienate herself from everyone else in Inaba.

This was Saki’s chance to disappear, but instead she had been rescued. She had no clue that her parents had called the police department to notify them that she had come home, but she should have expected this. When her parents told her that someone from the police department wold be coming over to check on her Saki was overcome with fear. Please don’t send that man. 

When her parents called for Saki to come downstairs, she already knew it was a bad idea. As soon as she could see who had come from the police department she wanted to turn back around and go back to her room but instead she continued down the stairs not wanting to raise any suspicious. Maybe she could play it off as though she didn’t remember anything, but she wondered if that would be believable to this man. Detective Adachi wasn’t as kind as he tried to let on. 

“...Hello.” Saki averted making eye contact with him wondering what her next move would be. If she made eye contact for too long perhaps he would be able to see the fear in her eyes. She glanced at him for only a moment. “I’m sorry. My parents told me that we’ve met before, but I can’t really remember anything.” 

[foolevade-blog]

emptyjester replied to your post “      “I swear my blood has turned into coffee and whiskey at this...”

welcome to adulthood souji-kun!!! the next step is realizing everything is pointless and throwing yourself into traffic!!!!!

      “Why would I ever do that? Unlike you. I have friends and people I love who love me in return.”

[teendol]

Aren't you and Adachi secretly dating? Why else would you be bickering like an old married couple?

‘  excuse me,  but  –   ….  WHAAAT !!   ’    she screetches,  the high sound of her voice close to resembling a siren.   perplexed.  puzzled.  bewildered.  shocked  ; everything she feels at once.  who in their right mind would ever come up with this kind of absurdity ?  not only is he totally not her type,   he’s also annoying and mean, nothing that could attract her.   ‘  he wishes someone like me would date him.  first of all,  i’m like,  ten gigamillion leagues above him.  secondly,  just no.  ’

[vacuousfool]

RISE STOP. ADACHI’S ALREADY DEAD!

[smokinghothierophant]

@emptyjester

“I didn’t even consider the possibility of you spitting in it, but now I’m wondering if you did. Hm. Guess I’ll make myself some coffee instead.” 

[edgyearring]

@emptyjester

"Under the uhhhhhh" (checks smudged writing on hand) "Patriot act or whatever I can suspend those rights. Stop being horny."

“Sir, you cannot suspend those rights. I have a permit.”

[foxend]

emptyjester replied to your post

://////////// stop JUDGING ME, KITAGAWA-KUN

                  ‘   ---   that’s my uncle  ,  i’m allowed to  .  ‘  

[driftingjazzbard]

@emptyjester answered your ask: “It’s like this every time.”

“It’s why I try to avoid that aspect. Tonight, I get bothered by half drunk patrons.  Tomorrow they wouldn’t be able to pick me out in the street if I walked up to them and said hello.  At least hopefully.  What’s got you in a funk though?”  She grinned at the man.  “That bad of a show?”

[lunardetective]

❝ I’m eating because I’m very uncomfortable. ❞

“–Oh, it’s not that bad..! We can’t act like we haven’t seen Dojima-san passed out on the floor before. We can’t just leave him there..…are you eating the leftovers from his plate, Adachi-san?”

[maid-to-suffer-blog]

This is just gonna go great

A mistake thread with @emptyjester that started with:

         …He didn’t really ask and doesn’t really care, but hell —— it’s late, he’s had a few beers, or at least enough that he’s not paying much attention to what a total stranger in a pub is saying. If he squints a little, he can almost pretend he’s sitting in a different pub, with a different person sitting next to him. He rarely misses Inaba, but sometimes…

“Sounds rough. Guess bein’ a teacher isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

The way she ended up sitting next to someone in that bar was pure coincidence... Sitting by herself, drinking by herself, having to find a way to get back to her house safely... Nah, she’d try something else.

She wasn’t thrashed, she never got to that point, but she was resting her head on her hand, while the other one shook lightly a half-empty beer. She let out a sigh. She was speaking to herself, but this man heard her.

“Really wish that was it... Do I really stand out as a teacher? I have to frickin’ clean dirty guys’ apartments for a living, at night... It sucks.” She gives a big sip to her beer. “What ’bout you?”

[dexterousred]

BOLD what applies to your muse. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!

TAGGED BY: yanked from @minamctc TAGGING: @bigfriendbear / @hopefooled [ @emptyjester ] / @herotting / @sumofzero / @sophisticwhiteswan

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulders. Narrow shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet )

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 172 cm. 173 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tan. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Copper. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Back tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). Hip Piercings. No piercing.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner.Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Uses only light makeup. Never wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. (smoke/fire) Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Casual dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes

[tsunawatarihime]

@emptyjester continued from here

The surprising gentle tug to her hair still feels rough as it’s an unwanted touch. She flinches but not too much trying not to show too much fear. She knows that this man isn’t normal it’s almost as if he can smell her fear. He can’t be human, she’s sure of it. A human can’t be this much of a monster. 

“Yes.... I do. Please, just stop.” there is something behind those words that makes it sound like it isn’t going to be so simple.

[foolevade-blog]

hey souji-kun can u bring me a burger the next time u visit me in jail thx xoxoxoxo

Unprompted / ALWAYS Accepting

       Souji blinked at the text he received and let out a soft chuckle. He certainly didn’t mind and even stopped at the local McDon’s for a full value meal. Sweet tea, fries, a fully loaded burger with everything. 

reply:// ѕυre тнιng. ѕee yoυ ѕoon, adacнι-ĸυn.

      He knew the other had it hard after all, he’d always had it harder than most. So Souji was more than willing to give the other his kindness.

[vacuousfool]

[>...Adachi?]

         “Me? Nah, Dojima-san just asked if I’d pick him up a change of clothes ‘s all.” It’s not technically a lie, but Yu doesn’t know. Yu isn’t him. But he’d needed to see him, in a way. Maybe just to confirm that what happened really did happen. “Sorry for the intrusion! I won’t take long.”

“I see...” No, no, this doesn’t feel right. Is it his paranoia? Last cycle, Yu had killed Rise, and Adachi had spoken to him strangely then. & Then, it was all-- blank. Yu couldn’t remember what had happened after that.

Had.... Adachi killed him? Was Yu just blocking out that traumatic memory? Maybe.

“Y-Yes. Come in. My cousin has gone out; she is staying over at a friends’ house, Dojima suggested it. Said it would be good for her to get out more.”

[cuorecorrotto-blog]

fill out the angst application below. / repost!

tagged by: @emptyjester

tagging: ----

basics

> Name:  William Michael Carver. > Alias: Carver ( NEVER call him William ). > Age: 18-55 ( depending on timeline ). > Species: Human.

bold what applies ( italic what is semi-truth )

drinker smoker done/does drugs knows what a broken heart feels like. has committed a crime. suffers a physical disability. suffers a mental disorder. has experienced severe trauma.

details

> Biggest fear:  Being alone, becoming paralysed, becoming blind. > Recurring nightmare:  His mother, screaming in his face about how he ruined her life and should have never been born. She’s shaking him, yelling about how she hates him. His father, drunkenly throwing a bottle of alcohol at him and then chasing him up a set of stairs before Carver locks himself in a bathroom and his father beats on the door endlessly. > Something they miss:  Feeling safe and loved. > Biggest regret:  Not physically hurting his mother. > Pressure point:  Being shown attitude, being called a liar, people assuming he’s been in jail, or been caught by the police. > A secret: Carver’s tried to kill himself, twice. Neither times stuck. Not because he chickened out, he just, did it wrong, and lived.

pick one

fire or water mother or father to hurt or be hurt eerie or gory unrequited love or no love