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ai moved to @fragmentmemories

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why do i still have 131 followers here

sobs

i’m at @fragmentmemories​

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why do i still have 131 followers here

sobs

i’m at @fragmentmemories​

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i moved Ai to here because i can no longer be bothered to log onto more than one blog cries

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A quick n’ short promo for this multimuse rp blog in case the big collosus is too much of an eyesore:

🥀 Independent, Selective but Public Dumpster Fire Multi-Muse Blog!

Canon Chars Include:

Chel - El Dorado

Tsukino Usagi - Sailor Moon

Jumin Han - Mystic Messenger

Voldemort / Tom Riddle - Harry Potter

Merope Gaunt - Harry Potter

Aurora / Briar Rose - Sleeping Beauty

Misa Amane - Death Note

Sombra - Overwatch

María - Twilight: Eclipse

Alfred F. Jones / America - H*talia

OC Selection Includes:

Powerful Women of Color

Witches

Gods 

WLW !!!

Come n’ geddit. 

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mmm so it looks like my regular schedule is gonna be work work work mon-thurs, and then writing on the weekends. i’ll be going back and forth between freewriting and my other blogs:

mexico oc

dumb lil girl trying to study magic and break a curse

creepy ghost girl who sends people to hell

and this one, ofc. feel free to send me memes/questions/plot ideas, i just wanna write. i wanna write!!! whew!

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mental health took a bad nosedive this past week and a half, so replies will be a bit slow maybe? idk how my brain works tbh, but i’m doing my best u.u please do remind me of replies!

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brief hiatus

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detrituus·:

“Hamsters…” Somewhere, a zoo was panicking at the inexplicable loss of five hamsters. And that was another discussion for another time. Now she was wandering around the room, curiously peering at the girl’s belongings. Simple. Scarce. No photos or trinkets or clutter - humans and the human adjacent liked all that type of stuff. And Spooky Girl was human looking enough. So, why? 

Then she stopped, turning on her heel, bearing a shit-eating grin. Assumption was the mother of all ass…good thing she could spawn 10,000 on her body if she wanted.

“You’ve kept me here this long, with no futile attempts to get rid of me; you must LIKE me, huh? Have I eased your loneliness?” Ass.

Hamsters are our most precious resources.

“I do not have the power to get rid of you safely.” And that was the truth. Probably. Maybe it wasn’t a God from Ai’s pantheon, but it was a God that created Nid (or several, perhaps). There can’t be any other explanation as to why in the goddamn there was so much energy radiating off her. Ugh. “I’d have to walk you off.” Escort her out like some security guard.

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She’s beauty, grace, she’ll drag you straight to Hell–

If you’re interested in morally conflicted, 400 year old creepy little ghost girls whose web design experience includes building a code that allows you to send your enemies to hell–AKA, if you are interested in roleplaying with a Miss Enma Ai from Jigoku Shoujo / Hell Girl / La Chica Infernal, then give this ol post a like or reblog and I’ll check you out :D 

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dissociation: 

(ok to reblog if you don’t have DID)

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kxllerblond·:

The answers are vague and it leaves him…frustrated. But, he’s far too polite (and prideful) to press for more clarification. “It would seem so.” he announced, once again looking around. It left him with quite a dilemma.

“I don’t suppose you’d know how to get back?” it was likely a situation he had to get himself out of just as he’d gotten himself in but it couldn’t hurt to hope for otherwise.

Vague answers for a vague realm.

Get back? To his Hell? Or Purgatory? Ai gets those mixed up sometimes, Christianity is so confusing--there’s too many branches and offsets. “Perhaps.” She tries it, to pull him away from her land of eternal twilight (perhaps he even feels the attempt), but her endeavor bears no fruit: he remains.

Mm. Toughie. Maybe if he were human, this would be easier--

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fireonthembitches started following you

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storiestotell·:

At her words, he perks up visibly, something close to excitement and hope flashing in his eyes.

“What about something like me?” he asks, fingers picking at the sleeve of his hoodie. Enli knows that the answer probably won’t be what he wants but… “Could you take something like me, even if Death was the thing that made me like this?”

It’s a strange thing, being dead and wanting to be dead.

Indeed. Those that wish for her services to be inflicted on them are usually alive and well (or unwell, if one is being honest--). They are disgusted or disappointed or tired of life and wish for an end. Any end.

But to be dead...It gives her pause.

“Do you retain your soul?” Not so much is his soul within his body, but really does he still have ownership of it? The rights to it? This is a tricky situation...No one’s tried to send the undead to Hell before.

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detrituus·:

“I can’t just leave,” She huffs. You know, like a child. That kind of huff. “It took a lot of my power to get here even by accident, and tomorrow is my bimonthly feast so I’m quite peckish.” And she says this as if this poor, poor embodiment of death was supposed to know she practiced ritual sacrifice every two months. As if anyone is supposed to know that at all!

Regardless…Nid, shrugs. “The sooner I eat, the sooner I am out of your hair. And unfortunately finger sandwiches won’t cut it. It took me like…let’s say, five whole of those long necked horse things to get here. What are they called…?” 

“Tragic.” Ritual sacrifice is somewhat of a taboo phrase around here, so it’s better that she refer to it as a ‘bimonthly feast’.

G...Giraffes? Did she seriously forget the word for giraffes? Ai would be more judgmental, but this thing wasn’t from around here...Or this earth. Possibly this galaxy.

“Hamsters.” She gives the wrong answer for funsies.

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detrituus·:

“Cute.” She stated. Truthfully, she had no idea what made a good joke.

One hand pushed silver hair off to one shoulder, and the other fished out her cellphone from a place one should never ask about. One thing was certain, it had to be slimy. “You don’t get service here anyway.”

From her pout, emerged a grin. “Don’t be glum, little miss~. You’d give me a stomach ache if I tried. I can’t digest concepts well.” Nid was mild in tone, but still very much disappointed. How cruel it was, that she was only a fraction of her former glory - in her prime, she’d have swallow the girl whole, easy. Wistful, a sigh drew slowly from her, her breast rising and then falling. Such was life. If she couldn’t eat, she’d do her next favorite thing: hear herself talk. 

So, she made herself comfortable, shifting in her seat and leaning backward, crossing her legs. The one that dangled, she drew little circles with her foot. All in all, far too lax given the fact that she was now, essentially, an intruder. 

“Sooo, how is your day~?”

What kind of audacity is this? To pardon her on an apology she never gave--Ai would huff if she were the type. Banish her if she had the power (and she suspects she does not, for having this...thing here is throwing all her senses off. The world feels unbalanced and wrong.)

A concept, though...Ai as a concept? Poetic, almost.

It was still rude, though.

“We’ll see.” We’ll see. Because up until how it has been average, but maybe now it will be worse. Interesting but worse, “Not planning on leaving?” Please leave. Now.