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shadowtoons · 6 months
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Rozlin looked at Barnaby.. only to pinch the bridge of her nose.. " you have 3 seconds to spit out whatever you have on your mouth... " - @murdxrxfcrxws
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He paused and turn to look at the female voodoo bunny, staring at her. Look at the apple then at her again. Slowly to take another bite again-
Not heeding her words about spitting it out, but same time. This doesn’t really affect him, just like how sweet it is.
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sparkling-chi-64 · 8 months
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Both Sprixie and Patience followed Barnaby inside, while Sprixie kept a safe distance away from the ghost owl in case he tries to jump at her.
Patience flew close to Barnaby as she giggled a bit out of excitement.
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"I honestly never been to a real party before. Back when I was alive, I never gotten to be in one. But since I'm getting to see a lot of new people here, at least I get to expect to play with all of them!"
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"Or get backstabbed when you least expected it." Sprixie mumbled to herself, referring to herself obviously. Sprixie could only imagine what horrors await for her later on...
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@shadowtoons-arinanon
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marin-yuma · 1 year
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DBD Interaction prompts (for survivors and killers)
[Got bored and decided to make some DBD-themed interaction prompts for a friend. Feel free to use these for your own blog! I think most of them are survivor-survivor, but I did try my best to include survivor-killer or killer-killer (though you might have to get creative with that one.)]
| Feel free to add a “ + reverse “ if you wish for the sender/receiver to swap places |
♡ : [sender] + [receiver] being in a friendly match
☆ : [sender] + [receiver] working on a generator together
♢ : [sender] giving or receiving a item from [receiver] {specify which one}
+ : [sender] patching up [receiver’s] wounds during/after a match {specify}
… : [sender] waiting at the exit gate with [receiver]
× : [sender] being unhooked (or hooked) by [receiver]
% : [sender] relaxing/recovering with [receiver] after a match
# : [sender] + [receiver] bumping into each other
♧ : [sender] teaches [receiver] one of their perks
¤ : [sender] shows [receiver] their killer power
& : [sender] catches [receiver] after they fall from the second floor
÷ : [sender] carrying [receiver] to hatch
⊙ : [sender] showing [receiver] around the map/or their realm {specify}
! : [sender] takes a hit to protect [receiver]
> : [sender] moris or moris someone in front of [receiver]
♤ : [sender] threatens (or tries to) [receiver]
⬄ : [sender] starts a chase with [receiver]
― : [sender] sees [receiver] get sandbagged (purposefully block a entrance/window or throw a pallet down on them so they can get hit) by a teammate mid chase
,, : [sender] shows [receiver] a new cosmetics/outfit they received
^^ : [sender] grabs [receiver’s] hand to drag them to a generator/exit gate
[ ] : [sender] mistakes [receiver] for a killer/survivor
(ex for the reverse: “♧ : [sender] teaches [receiver] one of their perks + reverse” [now it will be treated as ♧ : [receiver] teaches [sender] one of their perks)
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ask-dbd-adawong · 1 year
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Before Ada stands Chris Redfield, immediately there is something different other than the now red eyes, he seems somehow bulker with a smug air about him. He stands with his head at a tilt, "Ada Wong...You look different, do not misunderstand I quite like the shorter hair, it suits you. How has my old friend been hm?"
-@chrisredfield-re
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“Chris?” To say Ada was confused would be an understatement. The man in front of her seemed to be Chris Redfield, sure; but his eyes and demeanor shared resemblance to someone else. Someone who Ada was well aware that Chris hated. Hate someone long enough and it seems like you start to become them after all. Clearly this Chris knew Ada, although an Ada with.. longer hair. She could outright ask questions, but Ada wanted to see what would happen if she played along. Some questions are easier answered when the other thinks you’re a friend and not a stranger.
“Ah, Chris. It is you. You look a bit different yourself. I’ve been well, anything interesting going on with you?” Mimicking his head tilt, Ada put a charismatic smile on her face.
( @chrisredfield-re )
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iricathel · 6 months
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“Oh, Irina! A little bird had told me that today is an special day for you~ Look what I made you!” the girl extended her hands to Irina, hiding something in her hands “Come closer, if I open my hands now it could escape!” then, when Irina's face was close enough, she showed what her hands were enclosing all this time.
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“Isn't it cute? Fufu”
(@bluebird-dolly-bride)
((Let's pretend it's still 17th october))
"Hm... A little bird told you that? How interesting, never thought you'd talk to these winged animals like a fairytale princess."
Irina innocently teased. She knew quite well that these types of events could excite the girl almost as much as she did.
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As requested, the emerald-eyed woman moved closer to the human with subtle intrigue illuminating her irises. With the opposite's feminine hands in front of her, the Owl crouched slightly to get a better look at what she was hiding between her palms.
"Ah— this is..."
It was undoubtedly a surprise for her, she never saw a similar gift coming.
"A spider.... plushie...?"
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"Pffft— ahahaha~!" A soft chuckle escaped Irina, echoing in her throat like a sigh.
Irina took the stuffed animal in her hands so she could appreciate its texture and look closer at its details. The blonde loved sewing and crafting the odd work, so that small detail would have fascinated her to contemplate.
"Ain't you adorable? I never had a gift like this never in my life... Makes me feel like a little young girl again—"
With a soft smile, Irina fixed her gaze again on the human's dawn, warm and bright like the sun itself.
"Thank you so much for this... Did you crafted it yourself?"
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The urge took over me. But feel free to reply whenever or not at all. Just wanna see how Nunnally would react exactly :>
TW: smoking, addiction, Kira is underage.
Leaning by the wall on the rooftop, Kira's lungs burns as she lighted the cigarette up a few seconds ago. Blowing out the smokes out of her mouth, she could feel the tension leaving her body, at least soothing her body just a little. She closed her eyes, feeling the chilly breeze brushes over the collar of her shirt, cooling her naturally hot temperature down.
The moon hung perfectly on the sky as she gazes up at it, expressionless. She likes the way it shines soothingly, not as bright as the sun, just perfectly. Not noticing the light footsteps by her daze staste of mind. Completely defenseless, if ambushed. But she doesn't even care, as long as it's not that one annoying person that wouldn't stop nagging about her habits. Of course she knows it's bad for her health. But what's there to care?
Yes, her blood. But that's not really her problem. Just the thought of it makes her eyes roll in annoyance. The smoke swirls around her once more as she breathes out again. The stink of it is lingering on her. The scent of a fine cigarette.
The first thing that Nunnally sensed was the cigarette smoke. It made her sick. She hated it.
“The rooftop has become a popular smoking place.” – she sighed in irritation – “I will have to report on it. It’s my favourite place at school and it will soon get wasted." She hoped to threaten whoever was on the rooftop and gain some deeply desired solitude. She entered the rooftop: --
“Kira!” – Nunnally’s blood boiled when she looked at the raven-haired girl. She walked to Kira. Quickly. Rapidly. Angrily. Nunnally smashed the cigarette from Kira’s unexpected hand, tossing it on the ground and stepping on it with her shoe.
“No smoking!” – she almost yelled at the girl – “NO SMOKING” – she repeated her eyes showing utter disgust – “Or I will…or I will tell Reiji…and Father…and you’ll end up in the dungeon…for weeks!” – she threatened Kira – “No smoking!” – her voice becoming softer now showing the genuine worry about the other girl’s health – “Or I’ll make sure next time you’ll smoke, your body will reject it! I...I…a potion like that can definitely be made…and you’ll have no choice but take it!” – Nunnally’s eyes started to fill in with tears.
“Kira, please, do not smoke. It’s very bad for you. Read what nicotine causes in rats...and other animals. I…I will not let you hurt yourself. That’s…that’s not the proper way to go. If…if you cannot deal with Reiji…I’ll help you…but this is…this is a silly way to escape…Kira…please…promise me…promise me not to smoke again…please give me the rest of the cigarettes…”
Nunnally was practically crying, then out of the sudden she started to cough…and then again really badly…
 “I…I hate cigarette smoke…it’s so disgusting…” she said falling on her knees as another cough attack shook her small frame.
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pierced-by-eros · 2 years
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🄰 🄳🄰🅃🄴 🅆🄸🅃🄷 🄹🅄🄻🄸🄴🅃
𝒜𝓃 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃-𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
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✧༺ ☾ ༻∞
[The Vibora guard approached with a passion unlike any other, his pace quick yet with small and skippy steps. He held a bouquet of flowers, seeming to have been carefully assorted to match your natural colors, that was even placed in a heart shape. The shoulder shook in anticipation, like he’s been dying to see you his whole life.]
❝ My love~!!! I am so happy to see you!!! ❞
[It was 7:03 on a beautiful Friday evening, the soldier had just been released for his break from his post. He most certainly rushed over here with slews of excitement considering he had only been left off duty 3 minutes ago.]
❝ I picked these flowers for you from the royal garden~! D-do you like them? Juliet hopes you like them~!! ❞
[He gave a small hop as he spoke in third person, a strong sign he was extremely elevated with thrill. He quickly straightened his posture, clearing his throat and giving a bow to his darling.]
❝ My love~! Shall our d-d-d..d.. EEK I’m so excited I can barely say it! Shall our… date begin? Y-you said you wanted to take me somewhere?? Or did I mishear?! Oh well, Juliet can’t wait to go anyway! ❞
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❛  here, let me help you.  ❜
🧩 I read that Ruki sometimes helps her get books from higher shelves due to her height so I thought this one was fitting 🏃‍♀️ 🧩
Maya was stunned, slowly getting the book from Ruki's hands and hugging it to her chest. Afterward, Ruki just went back to his own business and Maya just stood on her spot.
Hmm... that was odd. He didn't make fun of my height. I swear I always hear Shuu-san and the others mention something about it.
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And after a few minutes, Maya has decided she would silently root for Ruki to win whenever he and Reiji have their own mini showdowns.
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lilaccheese · 1 year
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Illusionist told me to ask Narrator to talk about themselves.
Illusionist is also a narrator.
Sure! I'll get them to answer now.
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Oh, wow. Someone showing interest so soon... I can't say I'm upset at all. Your narrator didn't clarify what exactly they wanted to know... So I'll just tell you the general info.
I'm called Narrator-sama, but feel free to shorten it to Narra. In origin I'm a void-born seminarrator, that means I existed before anything else existed and I just chose to assist Lilac here.
Hey!
Shut, I'm speaking. And the "semi" part means I've interacted with Upper Realm (real world) denizens enough to evolve into a character rather than a concept.
In Lilac's mind (which affects how I do my job, since she's my Host), I am to constantly narrate over 20 worlds to sustain them. It's not an issue to me though, I have been doing this for years. Trillions of years and more.
My powers include, well. Quite literally everything. I don't really use them most of the time though... I just like watching stuff happen on its own, without my "help".
Oh, about myself as a person. I'm fascinated by languages, I enjoy collecting stuff forgotten by everyone to add to my trash pile. If I had to pick a favorite character of Lilac's... It'd be Vivian, no hesitation. We get along.
Narra, do you have a favorite world?
Oh, no-no. I don't. I like them equally.
Alright. Another question: Why the British accent?..
Because it fascinated me. Also has a refined feel to it if used in moderation. Kind of like wine. Too much makes you look dumb, but a bit makes you look like a gentleman or whatever equivalent of it you prefer.
Cool. Do you have a dream of sorts?
Not really? If I do sleep, I don't have dreams. And in a different context, I don't really have a goal I'm going towards at the moment. I enjoy my routine enough, thank you very much.
Thanks for the answers.
Uh-huh. Anyhow, it was impolite of me to talk about myself for that long when another curious individual is right there. Illusionist, would you be so kind to tell me about yourself in return?
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sunny-flower-spot · 2 years
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Yuriko sneaked into the art classroom. She was pretty sure she had left the book she was reading there. At least that was the last place she hadn’t already checked. The school had ended yet there was someone else in the classroom; a girl Yuriko hadn’t seen before. “Umh… hello there,” she said. “I’m sorry to bother you. I’ve lost my book. I just check if it is here and then be on my way. You can… you can continue what you are doing…”
In the art classroom, rather uncharacteristically sat Sunny. Silent, focused and lone. She was wearing a smock, had her sleeves rolled up to her forearms and her braids were tied into a high bun all to protect from paint stains. Despite the effort, dots of purple paint sat on her nose.
Her lips were pursed as she eyed her work in progress, quietly mumbling to herself while checking for any mistakes. She was so fixed on her work that hearing someone greet her caused Sunny to flinch.
Peeking from over the large canvas settled on an easel, Sunny spotted the source of the sudden voice in the art classroom and smiled.
"No no! You're not a bother at all! I haven't really been able to make any good progress on this thing anyway, so don't worry 'bout it! Kay?" She tried to assure the stanger.
"But hey! If you'd like, I could help help you look for it! After I wash my hands, of course! Hehe."
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shadowtoons · 5 months
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A small little ghost appears within the area that was surrounded by Barnaboos. She seem to awfully resemble their shape and form, minus the hair and color. She was glowing with a pink hue and has a darker shade of pink hair, accompanied with a bow bellow her face. It didn't take long to notice Barnaby and she immediately went to introduce herself.
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Hey! Sorry if I was interrupting or something but... I'm kind of new around here. My name's Chi! Should've started with that one... sorry...
The ghost looked away in embarrassment as she twiddle her stubby fingers.
He turn to look at the new fellow ghost, haven’t see her around. Head tilt and to give a friendly smile toward her! A new guest indeed!!
Barnaby then to hoots happily toward her. “Oh quite alright! Hoohoo!!” Has his attention now to greet toward her.
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“Welcome welcome!! A pleasure to see a new face here!” With excitement now, “You are here in my home, where most the undead come to party, even with some to live since those don’t have much a home.” The owl spoke, “Chi? Adorable name, my name is Barnaby!” Giving his name in return now. Body now fully turn toward Chi.
“How can I help?” He asked, still giving a friendly smile.
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sparkling-chi-64 · 8 months
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Continuing Here
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"Well uh... I'm Sprixie, I'm a Sprite Fairy and this here is my friend Patience. She's a ghost." Sprixie explained aloud.
Patience gave the ghost owl a little wave as she hid her face with the present box.
"My uh... friend here heard that there was a party here so I brought her here and myself included as a plus one."
"I like your bow tie!" Patience said aloud.
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"Say uh... your party has a lot of ghosts and not a lot of living people. What gives?" She asked as she scratched her head.
(I had to make a separate page for the response)
@shadowtoons-arinanon
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existing-on-command · 2 years
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Reiji couldn't believe it, he just had to stay a few days away from the mansion, and everything would turn into chaos there. Mainly because he discovered that there was a "New Sakamaki" locked in one of the rooms all this time. As soon as he arrived at the mansion, he immediately started looking for this vampire, who apparently had already caused problems.
—Ha… It must be you.
He looked at Meito, a bead of sweat started to run down the vampire's forehead, this was all new to him, Reiji was definitely not expecting this.
—Come on, tell me what happened and who you are. Otherwise you will return to the darkness again, until the father takes action.
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It had been the first time in his whole life that he’d been able to roam the manor without restrictions. His gate resembled that or a dancer, waltzing through the halls and soaking in the tiny details he had only dreamt about seeing from his little room. He ran his delicate fingers along walls’ embellishments, his steps quiet enough to rival that of an ant, and his frail chapped lips curled upwards in an unwavering smile.
The monster locked within the Sakamaki manor had finally been released. The first son of Cordelia and her vilest secret.
❝ Hm~? Is someone calling to me… ❞
The stranger’s body was only covered by his long, jet black hair and the ribbons of bandages that coated him similar to that of a mummy.
❝ Ah, Reiji…What an honor it is to finally meet you. ❞
Meito turned around to look at Reiji, immediately recognizing his voice. He recalled hearing him in the halls, telling off his brothers when they approached the monster’s room against their mother’s demands.
❝ Who am I? Hah, I thought at least someone of your knowledge would know about your own brother, no matter if he be hidden or not~ ❞
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ask-dbd-adawong · 1 year
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Garden - Flowers - to ask my muse about their favorite flower
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Letting out a hum, Ada mused the question over. It’s not exactly a question she’s been asked before, but perhaps she should’ve expected it as a conversation starter. Especially for people standing in a garden.
“Azaleas. I enjoy Azaleas flowers.” Turning her head, only the coy smile could be seen on her face, butterfly mask hiding her eyes. “What about you, Mr. Ram? Or should I stop faking the mystery and just call you Vigo?~”
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iricathel · 2 years
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[Hotaru was sitting on the small brick wall in the Ryoutei Academy’s courtyard. She was staring at the blond girl who looked familiar but could not quite recall who she was. And then she remembered. That girl was a famous model.]
“Hello there. You are Irina Avenel, the famous model, aren’t you? Your hair is as beautiful as mine, but you definitely have much better clothes. My dad says I cannot wear clothes like that. I am Hotaru. Will you eat lunch with me?”
The young woman blinked one, two, three and even four fast times looking somewhat surprised at the young girl with the same blonde hair as her. However, it didn't take her long to react with a small laugh like the laughter of a leaf trembling in the breeze while trying to cover her own mouth with her hand.
"My, my... That's a lot of things you have to say at once huh." Irina took a breath to smile at the stranger. "Well, first of all, I'm not that really famous as you're expressing, Miss Hotaru." She paused. "But yes of course, why wouldn't I want to share some of my time to have a lunch with a little companion? This way I could also know more about you, isn't it?"
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*CLASH! * *BANG*
..... Oh well that's one way to make an entrance. It was expected from someone like... Them.
"NUNS~! Guess what? I booked the two of us a spa week, I saw that you were very stressed out these days, and my whole body hurts, so come on, pack up, we are going! "
She was holding a large suitcase, she had her classic clothes on, a half skirt thing, the thigh highs... They looked at her all happily, despite the blood that is running down his nose... Just how hard did they even fell down?! Where did they even fell from?!
Nunnally jolted.
“Oh, uhmmm…Ana? How did you get here? You’re bleeding. Let me help you.” – Nunnally was surprised by their sudden appearance, but was more focused on the injury visible on their face.
“There, better.” – she said when she finished; she sat on the edge of her bed – “Spa…?” – she inquired. Nunnally was not sure what ‘spa’ exactly was, but it sounded interesting. She, indeed, was really stressed recently and the idea of a short travel sounded great, but –
“What about school? And I think I should ask father…for permission…but perhaps more importantly for this moment…what is spa exactly? What do you do there? What should I pack to go there! Your suitcase looks rather large...”
She had more questions than answers. As usual in the human world.
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(I hope I guessed right it was Ana)
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