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[aemularegina]

&. SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

“please look at me.”

“is s/he really just a friend?”

“i’m just disappointed.”

“you know i’m not like that.”

“don’t give me space. that’s the last thing i want with you.”

“i know you still love me.”

“i can’t think straight with you.”

“why are you so stubborn?”

“don’t do this here.”

“trust me on this.”

“please don’t misunderstand me.”

“you… you never had a problem with it before.”

“i know i shouldn’t be here.”

“what do you mean by that?”

“you deserve more.”

“can you just kiss me? one last time? that’s all i ask.”

“i’m scared.”

“i swear i’ll do things different this time.”

“s/he’s beautiful. i hope s/he makes you happy.”

“i want to believe you, i do.”

“not everyone is going to hurt you.”

“i’m… i’m trying. i really am.”

“i can’t sleep.”

“how long will this go on for?”

“can i hug you?”

“do you ever mean the things you say?”

“you won’t understand.”

“you’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”

“am i too late?”

#prompts #plots #( prompts )

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[ I know that I haven't been on here at all, but scrolling through this account is really discouraging. I feel like no one even wants to interact with this blog, so please, before I consider just deleting this or dropping it forever this time, if anyone actually wants to do something it'd be very great to know. ]

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"Oh, you think? Just about the usual." The snarky, exasperated response came out of her almost instantly; still being in pain and bleeding all over her, Tomie wasn't expecting to find anyone in this dark alley after fleeing away from that studio. Incidents happen, she was used to them. But still, finding a familiar face in this state wasn't pleasant. All 'tarnished', gaping wounds on her face — that were healing way too slowly to her liking — and her brand new dress all dirty. "Hey...you. Please help me." There were no tears or a sad tone; she sounded more like a demanding friend. "Do you have anything to stop the bleeding? This dress was really expensive and cleaning it is going to be a pain." To emphasise, she put one bloody hand to her cheek and extended her other hand towards Chara, in her usual bratty manner.

( @lovethirsty )

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That guy — that useless scumbag — had literally managed to run her over with his car. A few times, for good measure. The fuzziness and pain still plagued her head enough to not let her remember all the details, but at some point her mangled mess of limbs successfully crawled away somewhere. Her arms were somewhat put together by now, regeneration doing its thing, but her legs were still pretty swollen and covered in scratches and unnatural bumps. Thankfully, with no bones protruding or weird angles this time; however they were still evidently broken upon closer examination. Completed with her current whole "roadkill" look, it made sense that this stranger would ask.

The sudden voice of the woman did startle her a bit though. "...I think so, yeah." Tomie admitted with a raspy voice, before finally looking up at the woman with teary eyes. "My legs hurt like hell."

@horusspooky

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[aemularegina]

3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”

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WITCHORIA

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[aemularegina]

( @murderade sent a number! )

"035. — Put my muse in a headlock." The night breeze was cold against her skin. She had a discussion barely a few moments ago at some guy's house, and she didn't even remember his name by now. That's just how she spent her existence going. Meeting people, discarding them, waiting for them to attack her and eventually coming back around. Not many, however, dared to just attack her directly. She was walking back to her current home, nightlights reflecting on her pale face, when suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed her tightly and put her in a headlock. " Ack! " She struggled, digging her nails in whatever she could grab, but to no avail; she might be the prettiest, but she wasn't the strongest by far. Her voice came out strangled and panicked. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Let go of me!"

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A skeleton was talking to her. A SKELETON. With a glitching face. She had never seen something like this, and she had been quite all over the earth. Was this a dream? "Who the hell are you?"

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      “Huh….” Is the simple sound made by the SKELETON with the GLITCHED face. “You are not the one I expected to bring here today!” 

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"My name is Tomie. Tomie Kawakami." She smiled curtly as she introduced herself, even if deep down her ego got a slight kick. Oh well, she didn't really expect a "kid" to have heard her before. "I used to study in some high school in Japan, but now I've kinda decided to be free, you know? Studies are a hassle." She looked at her nails as she mentioned this, distracted. Not a lie, but not necessarily true; Tomie enjoyed to be either vague or extremely direct about everything. "Just trying to have fun like you, hah."

“ Those few years definitely weren’t boring. “ 

Definitely weren’t spent doing nothing either. Chara had to get around somehow, and collecting as many souls as possible was the way to do it. They let out a hum, not really sure what the female meant by talking about all this ‘pretty’ or ‘desire’ or ‘attracted’. The way to understand was to gather knowledge, and with her behavior it seemed like a rather simple task.

“ We talk about me, but what about you ? What is your name ? “

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[aemularegina]

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

[aemularegina]

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

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Chara told her everything like it was nothing, and Tomie didn't really need any further proof to believe it. She just wasn't fazed by it — more like strangely amazed. "Millennia old?! What's your secret? Meanwhile I'm only 18 and look at me!" That was a lie; she was 'probably' around a hundred years old, but that was what she preferred to believe. Partially it was the truth, anyway. Complicated issue. "People fear the unnatural, and yet most desire it, or feel attracted to it. You have a pair of pretty eyes. I'm actually kinda jealous." She spoke confidently, somewhat relating their experiences to her own in her egocentric manner. "You must have your ways of having fun. I wouldn't last that many years in this boring place."

“ Bored, are you ? Hm.. “

A slight smile appears on their face as their shoulders rise and fall in a quiet giggle. They could entertain her just fine. Whenever she would believe or not.. that was the female’s business and hers only.

“ Well, I am nowhere near being a ‘kid’, as I am at least millennia old. My eyes were some kind of a genetic abnormality, as doctors said. I was born and became a real freak of nature, I would say. Nothing too curious about me. “

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“My name is Tomie. Tomie Kawakami.”

This felt pretty new — interacting with others without any hidden intentions to it. She was looking for entertainment, sure, but it was still unusual of her to be this quite nice. 

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Chara. I’m really bored.” She adds a pout to that as if to emphasize it. “Tell me about those eyes of yours. About yourself. You seem very smart for a kid.”

It might have seemed like she was implying anything else, but really, she wasn’t looking in too deep into the fact that the child was most likely a demon. She just wanted to talk, maybe get to know them better. After all, they did catch her attention now.

The most advantage they ever took from their looks was scaring people. Whatever the other was implying, it really wasn’t in their intentions, ever. They didn’t care whenever they were pretty or not. That mattered not in a fight.

Pretty, pretty .. The word circled in their head. Were their eyes pretty ? Those got a label of something evil ever since they were born.. Their lip pursed. Never got to think about it the other way around. This person was the first one to use such an adjective to describe them. Who was she anyway ? Her soul bared marks of previous shattering, yet she was there like it was glued together. That kept the demon interested in her character. 

“ My name is Chara. Pleasure to meet you. What is yours ? “

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( C= )

"Hah, like I haven't heard that one before!"

Not about her eyes, actually — but mostly about her beauty. The very cause that led to her own death over and over again. There probably wasn't a single being people hadn't compared her to before; which filled her with both pride and disgust. In any case, this ‘child’ seemed amused with her answer, and so was she.

Tomie inched a bit closer to look at their exposed eyes, mouth slightly open in awe. If only they appeared older, she might have felt intimidated.

"Those are very nice and unique. You could look really pretty."

No matter how much she had been through, she still kept the personality of a naive teenager for the most part.

"I'm sure you take advantage of your looks. I would. What's your name, kid?" It was unusual for her to be open like this, but then again they weren't usual at all.

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[aemularegina]

❝why are you staring at me?❞

Only very few things managed to catch Tomie’s attention. Not in the disposable way normal people did; that just lasted for as long as she was entertained. Which usually meant about a few days and some repetitive, overly sugary pampering, and ended up in a bloody mess - a cycle she couldn’t get rid off, and her very own personal curse.

No, this was pure curiosity, and barely a few things managed to get that out off the captious girl after so many years of roaming the earth.

There was something off about the apparent kid; the aura around them was new and interesting. And of course, as ill-mannered and self entitled as she was, she couldn’t help but blalantly stare at them. Or, unfaced by blunt the question, respond without a trace of embarassment.

“Well, because you are weird.” She says with an interested tone.

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[aemularegina]

⊱simple introduction starters⊰

❝what are you doing here?❞

❝you're going to hurt yourself, let me help you.❞

❝why are you staring at me?❞

❝if you didn't want to talk to me, you could've just said so.❞

❝i think you dropped this.❞

❝here, i'll pay for that.❞

❝so i assume you're the one everyone's talking about.❞

❝that outfit looks nice on you, where'd you get it?❞

❝why are you doing this?❞

❝so that looks dangerous... want to try it?❞

❝you're going to do WHAT with WHAT?❞

❝can you help me grab this?❞

❝don't talk to me until i've had my coffee. thanks.❞

❝that was possibly the weirdest thing i've ever seen.❞

❝you have the prettiest smile i've seen all day.❞

❝do i have anything on my shirt?❞

❝are you waiting for an interview too?❞

❝is this seat saved for anyone?❞

❝i've never been here before, it's beautiful.❞

❝do you know the directions to (location)?❞

❝so how long have you been working here?❞

❝how many of those have you had?❞

❝i'm not suppose to talk to strangers.❞

❝you'll be ok, i promise.❞

❝can you hear me?❞

❝i think you're on my foot...❞

❝i guess you're stuck with me 'til the elevator starts working.❞

❝could you POSSIBLY get more annoying?❞

❝i have several questions, first off WHY?❞

❝why would you do that?"

❝i think that guy is giving you a weird look.❞

❝hey are you ok?❞

❝do you live here?❞

❝are you third-wheeling too?❞

❝why are like this?❞

❝who did this to you?❞

❝who told you that?❞

❝why are you following me?❞

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