grey, turquoise and green ^^
—-Ah— I’d love to talk to you more and be your friend too so ;v;
Cute I— am I supposed to accept this— but —
REBLOG AND SEE IF YOU GET A COLOR.
PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
YELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.
RED: (make your own for red)
GREY: I wish we talk more and being friend
TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we’re met
PINK: I love your blog it’s one of my favourite
TEAL: You annoy me at times.
BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.
ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.
WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.
GREEN: I think you’re cute.
CORAL: You should give more promos
BLACK: I would date you
BROWN: I don’t like you.
She dug her nails into his skin, screaming louder and crying as the doll seemed to burn her insides. As his lips touched her forehead, she jumped startled. She began shaking violently as he stroked her hair. She curled up into a ball in his lap, crying from the pain the doll seemed to cause her.
“She….she’s mad…” Cherry managed to squeak out.
He didn’t know what to do. It really hurt him, seeing how she was in so much pain, and he couldn’t do a single thing to try and even help her. Anything he did seem not to help her in any way, and the pain she was in caused him to cringe, the tears trailing down her cheeks causing a hurt expression to show on his features. The way that she seemed to be clinging onto him, digging her nails into his skin hurt, but he didn’t really mind it.
All he wanted, was for her to feel better. And right now, she was far from it.
”..It’s alright, Cherry. I will make sure that nothing happens to you while you’re here.” Even at the expense of my own safety. “Don’t worry.. I swear that I will definitely get you out of here. No matter what.”
..Now what else could he do? Ah.. maybe he could sing her a song, as he tried to make the distance between them and the doll as far as he possibly could. Inhaling deeply, he allows the quiet silence to linger for a moment longer, before words emerged from his lips, ever so gentle and quiet.
"When this world is no more
The moon is all we'll see
I'll ask you to fly away with me
Until the stars all fall down
They empty from the sky
But I don't mind
If you're with me, then everything's alright."
-- Everything's Alright || Laura Shingihara
Cherry giggled at his confusion, elated that he accepted her offer.
“I’ve got the perfect idea! C’mon! You’ve been missing out!”
She grabbed his hand and dragged him to a pizza place, taking one to go along with a 2 liter of cola. She dragged him home excited, and set the pizzas down on the counter.
“Dio, can you grab the paper plates and glass cups out of that cabinet?” She looked over her shoulder as she ran towards the TV to turn it on and find a movie.
“And if you want there should be a bottle of cherry vodka in the freezer.” She smiled.
She seemed happy, at least. That was a good thing, he supposed. Happiness was something that he treasured at times, and to be able to caused another to be happy was something that mad him glad. Her excitement caused him couldn’t help but to smile back at her, unaware of what he had simply accepted.
“—Ah— ” Before he could even respond, he had already been pulled along to the pizza parlor and simply in a daze, he followed along with Cherry until she had brought him to her home.
Still confused, and disoriented, the blonde simply responds with a vague nod.Might as well do it if he didn’t know what else to do.
Walking over to the cabinet, he reaches over to take the things that she wanted him to get, setting them beside where she had placed the purchased items, curious to know what exactly it was that she was planning.
“…Vodka? Ah.. I think I’ll pass. I’m not much of an alcohol drinker anyway.” Not that I need to consume food as well. “What do you have planned, Cherry?”
Seeing his pained looked, she knew to shut up. “Good idea…” she said following him “I’m sorry for asking. She said sweetly. “So, where are we going?” she asked, changing the topic once again.”I mean, nowhere seems safe here…..But I guess you been here longer….” she kept babbling. She paused. “Sorry, I babble a-lot…It calms me…”
The damage was done. Any apology wouldn’t take back the pain that he felt for that brief instance, but even so, he didn’t let an emotions surface to his features. That was barely courteous, in his mind. Showing emotions so outwardly was something that he disliked, seeing that he was so used to not showing any emotions in the first place.
A sigh escapes his lips and he shakes his head, attempting to indicate that it hadn’t bothered him much— even though it actually did. It was in him not to show any discomfort towards others, even though he might have been affected.
“It’s alright. Speak as much as you wish, as long as it brings you some sort of comfort.”
Now he had to figure out how he was going to be able to get her out of here without alerting the Doctor. Even so, he probably wasn’t aware of the currently ‘living’ undead and all— there was still a chance that he might figure it out at some point.
“…You have to get out of here as soon as possible.” A pause, and then he peeks out from the side of the corridor, taking her hand once more. “Come on. The front door’s right there.. just make a run for it and you should be fine.”
has wonderd into the Drevis Household
The girl`s eye`s widend, her jaw almost dropping completly. What was he doing here?! Dident he burn in the fire with the house? The girl did not know what to do, what to say, what expression to show, nor did she know how he came back.
The girl stepped back alittle, feeling alittle frightend by all of this. Maybe I am seeing things? The girl sighed hopelessly, facing the other, staring into his eyes. “……..” The girl did not say anything at first, trying to find the right way to talk to the other.
“Please prove to me your the real Dio…if this is a trick, its not funny.”
The surprised that was laced in her voice caused him to cringe slightly, seeing how, first of all, she wasn’t the first Aya that he had met prior to that night’s events. There were.. multiple of them, it seemed, and he still hadn’t quite understood how such a thing was possible. Even so, this particular Aya seemed to have reacted differently than the others.
Others responded with his presence with joy, and happiness— not once doubting that his existence might be feigned or any of those thoughts. At least, they didn’t seem to respond with disbelief and utter surprise— as she was responding with as of now.
Allowing a small smile to settle on his lips, the blonde simply tips his head slightly and there was a hint of sadness shown on his features. The last time that she had reacted towards him with such fear, was the first time that they had met. He hadn’t meant to give her bad first impression.. though not bounding his non-existent eye was surely a big mistake.
”..Prove to you?” A soft chuckle. Did she think that she was simply hallucinating, or that he was a doppelganger? That amused him, really. Still.. how was he supposed to prove to her that he was real in a sense?
Placing his fingertips on his own lips lightly, he taps it lightly before reaching over to her forehead, tapping it as well. Then, he spoke.
“Maybe you be smiled upon.”
When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:
- Take. Your. Time.
- If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that
- If you have muse for another character? Guess what; you can reply to that too.
- If you’re getting feels for another ship?
OMFG. YOU H0R.No, seriously. You can reply, lmfao.
- If you’re overwhelmed with other threads? It’s okay; seriously. I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you. You get to ours when you can.
- If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above. I don’t hate you. I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true
Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.
Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love. Dearly. And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).
RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies. Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.
Take your time means take your time - It’s YOUR character, your blog. You reply to who you want, okay? <3
So just to let you guys know—
School has restarted for me, so I won’t be here as often anymore. Just maybe.. every 2 nights or so.
So yeah. Just letting you all know. Or the people who care.
//flees and goes to sleep ))
These are called rants, aren’t they? I can’t exactly remember whether that’s true or not.. though I shall just simply leave a bundle of words here. Seems like it’ll let some weight of my chest.
ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ and （*´▽｀*）;)
Ah—- Thank you ;v; ))