#doaic

[holyshit-itsstan]

Intro || Open RP

What in the world allowed him to be here? Stan sighed, nearly falling off the seat he was sitting in. He wasn't really sure how he even got into the school. Did he walk inside?

Oh well, he thought. His head hurts, and he just wants to take a nap. He balanced himself on the various chairs and desks in the classroom all the while checking his surroundings. "Where are all the windows?" He said, walking out into the hallway.

"I guess it's a good thing it's dark or I might..." Stan trailed off, holding his head in his hands. He groaned and wondered if he accidentally drank a little the night before. While stumbling down the hall, he bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch it!" Stan tried not to sound irritated, because he most certainly was, but he didn't want to get beaten up by someone on his first day. It's not like he ever got beaten up at his old school, but that isn't the point; that throbbing headache of his is the point.

#doaic #((I hope this will suffice))

[scarredremembrance]

Squall wasn't one for giving gifts, but he felt the need to put together a surprise for Reika after that hellish ski trip. He unlocked the door to room 236, and found he'd come to miss the safe confines of his dormitory after so long. There was a thin book in his hands, cover bound in brown leather. In silence he approached her bed, and placed it on her pillow.

Inside the book was something he hoped she'd like... a collection of photographs Squall had taken during the trip. Photos of the sky, forest and mountains. There was even an entire page devoted to the fireworks show. It wasn't much, but... she deserved it. In all honesty, it was the least he could do.

#etchedpain #doaic #:^)

[5thrank-blog-blog]

Not ten minutes after receiving a thoughtful, warm, soft, homemade blanket--it's covered in blood, spattered and stained. What a pain. He'll do everything he can to remove the rust color from the treasured gift.

It's the first intentional kill that he's executed since he was a small child--and now he'll have to live with that on his conscious.

Not like he'd ever feel guilt for ending that bastard's life.

He'll come back, anyway. They always do.

#swag #doaic

[shslunidentifiedbeing-blog]

Champagne

☢Champagne - What is one thing you found this year that you enjoy?

"Duh. Be able to tear creatures apart and eat them like I did in Sado! Throw some humans in the mix and it’s a party for me."

#I GOT AN ANON OMG #Meme Sunday #doaic

[helianth]

A boy decided to ride a bear and was in turn chased onto a roof. Are all humans this stupid? Reckless would be the better word, but... That won't change Yuuka's opinion thereof.

#doaic #despairing muses

[itwasidio]

peace of mind. [ open ]

Hope...

Despair...

No escape...

Useless.

Everyone, or for the most everyone that Dio could behold, seemed so cozily seated into the fate that befell them inside Hope's Peak. Did they attempt not to change their fate any longer? They're not even bothering to fight back against a bear, but beyond that, an enemy invisible to them.

Were they all not humans, but cattle ready for the inevitable slaughter?

Fools.

Dio was not a cattle. This bear was a headmaster, but not his master. Dio was a master. And more--worthy of being crowned a God. His body once crumbled, but now he breathed once again. The World was weak, but over time... over time, his stand would grow once again as well. His goal remained unfinished, still there for him to pursue. His fate, here, would be soon or less conquered. There was no fear that could sweep over him, for the ones on the top held no fear.

Escape was not an idea that immediately ran through in Dio's head, either. He could feel that there were still things--people, rather--that blocked his path. They were here, too... Dio didn't have to 'see'. This meant that he was here for a purpose.

He had to get rid of them. Kill all of them. This was a priority, always a priority. The Joestars meddled with his plans for far too long.

A school of mutual killing... wasn't it nothing but the perfect setting for him to manipulate all for his benefit towards that immediate goal?

What a perfect present for none other than Dio.

For Dio, he can be described as a beautiful man in the eyes of many. His powerful presence is more than that though, he is one who can easily instill fear... or intrigue in the hearts of many. "Tell me. Do you feel complacent within these walls? Does this place bring your comfort?"

#doaopen #dont feel like you need to match length pls i dk omfg #i am tryin g im so gomen #doaic

[bloomingdancer]

Oh, it was Christmas today, wasn't it? Sakuya had just finished sewing the last eye, when she saw the morning light filter through her window. She glanced at the tidy pile next to her, and her cluttered room. She had spent days on end sewing for this day, and she wanted them to be perfect. Carefully putting her presents into a bag, she distributed the gifts in front of everyone's door. When they came outside, they would find a handsewn doll made it their likeness, leaning against the door. 

#doaic

[reflectionroulette]

  Look at who got gifts for everyone and anonymously left them in the cabin! He's spent a long time wrapping up boxes for people, and they actually look very nice. There's no names on any of them, so apparently everything is up for grabs. There's various sized boxes, all of them containing various sized rocks! Though maybe some people got lucky and got a big bag of peppermint candy he didn't want.

  Merry Christmas and enjoy your rocks.

#i'm so mad #doaic

[acidicremarks]

❄~Cold Shoulder. [Open]

What frickin' luck.

Not only had he woken up somehow, not only was he sitting there breathing and alive, but he had to end up trapped in this ridiculous Mutual Killing Life he had heard about. 

And it was cold.

He was in the most sour of his moods, gripping a manga and glaring at it. Every once in a while he noticeably shivered, but he was in too foul a mindframe to even pay the frosty air of the ski resort any attention.

Did someone possibly dare to intrude upon this most grouchy of students, who had shown up out of the blue with a few others and seemed intent on ignoring any and all activity?

Let's find out. 

#hello friends i am here #what in the hell does one do for an anti-social character #doaic #doaopen

[shslunidentifiedbeing-blog]

"Wow they're still going on that stupid raid? Man nothing's going to happen but fistfights But if they're looking everywhere..."

"What if someone found my lamp? Fuck I think someone found my lamp." Nue can't believe this turn of events and how they have arisen. She didn't want to get into this contest in the first place.

#NUE HIDES HER STUFF AS A LAMP #despairing muses #i cant believe this #doaic #nue u dumbass

[helianth]

prowl. [ open ]

Disgusting.

Humankind is disgusting and wasteful in Yuuka's eyes. Wasteful. Selfish. Weak. They're all weak, aren't they? They require others to fight for them. Others who are stronger. Stronger than their weak and flimsy selves. Of course, back in Gensokyo, only the powerful had subordinates whom would fight to their whim. That's how society worked. Power. The strongest would be on top. The strongest had all that they wanted. In Hope's Peak, in a human's world, the most powerful are the ones at the bottom, being used by the more intellectually skilled.

It's a pitiful sight, really. The intellectuals are the most twisted, maddened by their own intelligence and wit. Their inability to be satisfied as any normal human would with accomplishments. They wish to achieve more. More and more, stepping on the backs of life as they rise to their own pedestal. 

Yuuka found her solace in the wilderness, surrounded by trees and shrubbery, the very things she feels most connected with. She took everything in; the fauna, the flora, the atmosphere, everything. Yuuka Kazami takes in the beauty of nature to rejuvenate herself. The sort of energy she has been deprived of for so long. Her parasol hung over her shoulders, opened, basking in the warm sunlight beaming over a crisp, frosty environment. 

Crisp. Crunching.

A disturbance.

The parasol snapped closed, the woman's body turning on a heel. If the intruder is close by at this point in time, then the very tip of the accessory will be pressed to the other's neck. As nonthreatening as a parasol can seem, her own is used as a catalyst for a powerful spell. The intruder would feel a warmth resonate from the parasol's tip; proof that such a catalyst will be put to use if push did come to shove. She will not step down from a fight if a fight is more thoroughly picked.

"It's impolite to sneak up on a lady." Is she being facetious or sincere? No one can be sure.

#reposting an op ah #doaevent #doaopen #doaic

[motosega]

Wow, so many fun people on the network tonight! Tucked away in her room, Urotsuki had the face of someone having the time of her life tapping away at her little device. Fun people. A lot of fun people. Koujaku is a new friend, she could wager. Adding to that, Morishige's on the network. Look at that glowing face. Being wirelessly connected to so many people at once is great.

She's hungry, but she doesn't want to leave the dormitory. Not risking her underwear being swiped! Maybe a mass message is in order.

To: All Students From: Urotsuki Message: Which one of you lucky boys or girls wants to fetch me something to snack on? Cheese puffs preferred.

Now to sit and wait.

#doaic #doaopen i suppose

[mwongo]

dream team --sabitsuki and usotsuki--

Snow.

The snow was cold, wet, and very unappealing to many people. It surely wasn't to Usotsuki. It reminded her of the Snow World. Unlike the snow in her dreams though, this snow caused some problems. The liar couldn't stay out for as long as she could while asleep. After all, this wasn't a dream.

It wasn't the same predicament as before either.

At home, Usotsuki had been locked away in her bedroom. She couldn't leave, she couldn't talk to anyone. She was just in her room, and occasionaly given food by her family. But here, it was so different. She could go outside, she could actually interact with other people. Hell, if she felt like it, murder was an actual option at this school. For now though, her mind wasn't on murder, and it was focused on going outside.

That is, until she noticed a certain white-haired girl in the hallway.

Usotsuki knew her. She just... didn't bother to remember her name. That's all. Besides, the only way she knew the other was because of Monotwitter. Another thing the blonde remembered was that this girl had said she was more annoying then someone named Smile. Of course, she decided to move right next to her though, and try to start a conversation. Why not try to prove she wasn't annoying?

"Hey," She began, smiling at the other. "Do you remember me?" Yes, because that doesn't sound strange at all.

#doaic #thirddreamer #this is lame im lame #im sorry but here u go son

[dollmaton-blog]

                         { I never told you what I do for a living. }

  crunch,

    crunch,

       crunch . . .

                         { Well, I guess it's a little bit odd, isn't it. }

Just because he was away from the Flesh Mother did not mean he could not collect. He doubted there was a place for proper storage for his body parts, here, but perhaps he could just stuff them under his bed. He doubted his roommates would notice. Humans never seemed to notice anything.

Never would Vice had thought that he'd have to slay an animal for the sake of one of his body parts. He supposed he really had to consider anything and everything, though. His pupils slowly observed, left from right and back, repeat, the area before him, his tendril wrapped around the base of the kitchen knife he'd acquired before entering the premises of where the wolf had been in before. That woman had promised to get his hand back if he'd allow her to borrow his knife, but apparently she'd lied to him. How cruel.

With the bleak, winter landscape before him, his pale body parts would most definitely prove of utmost use. Ah, the convenience of building a body from long-dead humans. They were only dead by his fault, of course. Vice began walking, tracking the depression in the snow left by the wolf's paws. It'd took some searching to find the tracks, as it was still lightly snowing, but it was minor and, as such, no matter. As he walked, intently following the path, he began to think. He couldn't simply slaughter the wolf right away in a surprise attack, or else he'd certainly get killed, his flesh torn and butchered from the creature's sharp, white fangs. He'd have to set up some sort of trap. Trick it.

Suddenly, he stopped, looking around. How was he going to go about doing so? His male brain had definitely proved the most useful out of anything, allowing him a wide array of intelligence. Perhaps he could make a regular trap designed to fool an animal (he'd seen a picture of it while he'd been exploring the apartments, once), but he wasn't very sure that it would be able to capture something as big as a wolf. He was also rather uncertain of there being any immediate metal cages around as well. Those two men, Eren and Jotaro, had led the animal with a piece of meat, right...? Ah, he should've gotten some before heading out. But it was a bit late to turn back and get some now, if he was only going to come back. He had to preserve as much energy as possible, after all.

A squirrel, perhaps. Yes, that would do. One that he'll quickly take his knife and, rather roughly and without much care to skin it or anything, slits at the neck, the liquid blood pouring down onto the snowy floor and spreading onto some of his body parts and his clothes. It didn't really matter, though. As long as he got the job finished. The end result was the most important. He took his knife to another passing squirrel, this time slashing open its stomach. The stench of the blood from two separate creatures would most definitely attract the canine.

Vice waits. He is a very patient being -- that is what his job calls for, though right as he figures to himself that it won't be long before his target appears, it does. He doesn't really notice it that much, at first, thinking it a simple passerby or other animal. Maybe a bear, judging from its mostly brown features. As it continues to approach Vice's direction -- the squirrel's direction --, however, he notices the distinct qualities of a wolf. Its colours were not like that of a bears, and the build, with each step towards its destination, looked more and more canine. It was rather close to the small, simple trap he'd set up, now, and it seemed to have both the build and features of the wolf he'd seen before --

Including the hand he'd acquired so long ago in the art gallery. Perfect.

The Fleshchild's red tendril tightened around the handle of his knife. He could get that hand back. He observes as the wolf sniffs one of the two squirrels with curiosity, and he fears for a moment that because of its hesitance towards the kill it will not devour the dead animals before it. However, his hopes are restored as it bites down tenderly into the meat of the prey, tearing it away and gnawing into it without much rush, though there is still hunger.

He was positioned from the side. He stiffened his body, preparing to rush towards it. Yes. He could do this. He would get his hand back. Given, it might be a bit messy, since the wolf had probably been gnawing at it every so often. It had set it down to feast upon the squirrels he'd laid down, but he wouldn't be able to go without a fight. It was dangerous.

                         { I hope you don't get scared, easily. I like keeping friends around, now. }

There. He'd struck, and he hadn't missed, the blood splattering onto her clothes. The wolf shrieked, letting out a vicious growl shortly after. He swung with his knife again, aiming for the throat. He managed to cause it to stumble, and he rushed towards it, his knife aimed with purpose. Do not aim for the throat. Strike at the throat. As the human saying was, shoot to kill, he believed.

He slashed at his desired point. The wolf yelped and recoiled in pain, successfully collapsing onto the floor. It attempted to scamper up and flee, panicked, but he'd already rolled onto it. He plunged the blade into the neck of the wolf, staining its fur, the cold and sharp metal, and further onto his clothes. Over and over. Stab and stab and stabbing, before, finally, slicing its throat completely, the blood spilling out onto the snow. The fashion in which it did so was almost similar to the squirrels he'd slain earlier, but the wolf was much, much bigger. The blood was thicker, perhaps.

Gently, he picked up the hand. The wolf was dead. He slipped it onto his tendril, balling and stretching out his hand and fingers to see how it felt. Ah, yes. Perfect.

                         { It's about murder. }

hehe

i got ittttt

#drabble #doaic #despairing muses #depictions of animal death #depictions of animal violence #depictions of animal abuse (??? I GUESS IDFK) #death #blood #violence #ayy lmao #this is a lil over 1k words and 21 paragraphs im SORRY

[we-thought-we-heard-angels--blog]

Baby It's Cold Outside (open)

Crisp white snow crunched beneath Castiel's feet as he looked around at his new home. Everything was white and plain to the horizon where the mountains rose up seeming to reach for the heavens. Heaven. The Angel recalled shortly after that he had been looking for Raphael and his Angels down here. It seemed however, that it had been a trap, and Castiel had fallen right into it. He was weakened, and couldn't leave. In the distance, he saw a lone figure, and pulled out his gleaming angel blade. He was not yet sure if it was an angel or an inhabitant of this frigid land, but he had to be prepared. While he walked, it became colder and colder, and snowflakes flurried thickly from the sky above. Castiel could feel the cold, and he was shivering. It bit him, this cold and he grew more and more anxious as he neared the figure ahead of him. 

Castiel was worried what could be happening in Heaven. Was Raphael already there, wreaking havoc on Castiel's soldiers? His Angels were without a leader, and everyone had seen what happened when the leader, Michael left. The Angels needed a leader, and in times of war without one, they would all be lost. Raphael would sure trounce his forces if Castiel did not return to Heaven soon. He needed a way out of this place first however. 

But now, Castiel was nearing the figure before him. When he was only a few feet away, he faced the possible advesary and demanded an identificaion in a gruff voice. "Are you one of Raphael's?" Castiel could only see the outline of the figure in the horrendous blizzard. The angel blade was poised to strike in Castiel's hand, and he waited for the moment of truth with anticipation.

#doa event #doaic

[crystalroulette]

淡色スポットライト / / OPEN

{♫} After receiving his information and MonoMessenger the indigo haired male wondered around the school. Yes, he was very nervous, but on the surface he was calm and collected. The words 'School of mutual killing' ran through his mind while he was messing with the newly given gadget. Tokiya had made, somewhat friends while on the MonoMessenger, but other than that he hasn't talked to any one upon arriving here.

Figuring out the school's schedule for day, night, and the limited use of the cafeteria was irritating to him. Sighing, he continued on his walk around the school. As his fingers continued to tap on the MonoMessenger, he rounded a corner bumping into someone head on. They both stumbled backwards and Tokiya had a piercing pain moving through his head. He then immediately bowed towards the other person.

"I apologize for bumping into you, it's completely my fault for not watching where I was going."

#doaic #doa open #is that even a tag to use #shrugs oh well