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congrats on the kid!!! we are going to invite shakespeare and throw a baby shower!!!

     "I trust my Master would be smart enough to know I don’t take well to such foolish jokes.” Enough. “… and inviting that braggart along would only spell trouble for the both of us. Mostly me! You should know that, idiot.”

#possidere #we're not inviting anyone and you're not telling anyone

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sorrowfulmermaid started following you

??????

#sorrowfulmermaid #wh #'resurrects her author' #FOR WHAT PURPOSE #WHY SO OMINOUS #YOU PITIFUL CREATURE

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     “Fine. I see no reason for my stay. Now or ever, at this rate. I’m about as useful as an empty ink pad left alone under a mountain of forgotten deadlines. So free me from this terrace of boredom and send me back to the empty axis of time from whence I came, if you would. As quick as possible, mind you! Unless you’re ready to provide some more interesting material for me to work with... “

          ❝ Charging to be sent home? Please, she’s likely trying to con you all for some funds to buy actual friends for once. If you truly wish to go home, you’re welcome to ask me. Those above must be gracious to their subjects for their good faith and dedication come times. ❞

#meetyourscientificgods #× MINI; these are small troubles #scientist: dieu

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bloodburial:

She is used to hearing a lot of things when she moves around the various sectors, ranging in genre. Gossip, the occasional fighting breaking out, the sounds of violence and bloodshed in the distance in certain places. These are usual, nothing to be be paid much attention to.

Then, of course, you get the odd racket that draws anyone curious enough like a moth to a burning flame. She passes through here often, but often avoids the specific street due to the scent of alcohol lingering. Likely some drunk raving about being cut off or something along those lines…that is what she thought, before she turned to have a peek.

There’s…a boy. Not a man, but a boy, around the same height as her. His voice is loud, but it’s so unbelievably deep she had thought a fully grown man had been throwing a fit. Kicked out, it seems. Why somebody of his stature had thought he’d even be allowed in a bar was a thought in itself, but as she approaches with a few lightweight steps, she can’t help but believe that with that vocabulary he’s far from the child they both appear to be.

“Do you think yelling will make them change their minds? Unfortunately, I don’t think they’ll risk getting shut down for such a thing!” Sunako hums, tapping a crimson nail to her chin. Two children in front of a bar…you could call this an interesting scene, indeed. “You might be better off without, anyway– don’t you think it’ll stunt your growth, drinking things like that?”

@utilfredse

     While he’d been well-enough left alone in a few establishments so far, it seemed there were a few still foolish enough to believe his size truly reflected his person, and while it shouldn’t have irked him as much as it did -- well, there hadn’t been much Andersen could do in protest to satisfy his frustrations. Aside from yelling vulgarities and insults until he was promptly removed from the premises by the scruff of his collar, that is. Alas, he was pathetically weak, and not about to push the matter any further.

     Inside the bar, that is.

     “Bah! As if your piss-poor selection was worth more than a glance. You’re just saving me time wasted. And then some!” He shouted back a myriad of abuse, all at once oblivious to whoever was just outside until their criticisms oh-so-petite comments penetrated the bubble of his anger. Andersen didn’t hate children, but he certainly didn’t like being scrutinized by strangers, either. Each and every His scowl was flawlessly focused on her features as he scrutinized her entire being from head-to-toe. What was she trying to be? Such a looking gloomy child belonged in a castle, not on a street corner.

     “Stunt my growth?” This form was really trying at times. He folded his arms over his chest. “How very noble of you to warn me of something so hilariously false. Is it boredom? Is that the reason for your unneeded commentary? Did someone ditch you so unceremoniously far from your home, away from your arbitrary bed-times and soft woolen blankets? That’d be a sad tale indeed... if that impish face of yours were actually full of sorrow. Your expression is far too amused and far too honest, little witch!”

     He tapped a foot, irritated. And then, “If you’re going keep staring, you might as well fork up the change for my cab. It’s not a free show.”

#005. #× THREAD; the most essential things are invisible #bloodburial #look #you hang out with way too many vampires #relax #DON"T YOU DARE MATCH THIS LENGTH

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that is a loaded question..

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not bad

me or the party

#dramartiste #i should've known this would come back @ me

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updrinks:

“You know it. Been single for a while.” he’s not in the mood to be rude, he blocks out the fact that the person before him looks quite young. “Yeah. You could say that.” yet the smile remains. “Bad luck follows me everywhere… Kinda got used to it after a while. I dunno’, dealing with people in general is kinda yucky.”

     This one didn’t bite the bait. Fair enough. “A rather sympathetic character, are you? Or should I say tragic. Still, the blatant honesty is attractive in its own way. It’s very human. The common traits of a leading role in the body of one who looks to be more of a side-character.” He understood the feeling well-enough, but Andersen wasn’t about to offer his sympathies. 

     “I’m not one for company myself. And truthfully, that appearance of yours could stand some work. You look like shit. Is that a result of your regrets? A dog hasn’t any pride, but they can undoubtedly feel shame.”

#updrinks #× MINI; these are small troubles #hey i'm almost five feet tall and i'm here to tell you in a roundabout way to get it together bro

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     The Caster should’ve seen it coming. Despite his misgivings towards the event, he’d still invited himself if only to sate his curiosity ( and desire for free drinks ), but it didn’t change the fact that its origins lay firmly in twisted fun and pranks.  

     He let out a a shriek as the massive form of a man abruptly blocked his path into the bathroom, arms stiff and crossed in front of him for protection -- as if that’d do anything. 

     How undignified! Andersen threw his hands back down at his side in a nervous sweat, beet-red face scrunching up in distaste as he focused all the poison he could muster into the glare his glare. Be still, tiny beating heart.

     “I hope that was worth it for you.” Andersen snapped, brushing down his hair and clothes so as to better present himself, looking more like a startled child than a man.

Chatter happened outside the men’s bathrooms, by guests and servants directing people where they were.  Ah, an idea .Quick, quick!. He dried his hands on his pants and rushed to thecorner by the door. He shimmied up with his hands and feet, and carried, with his shoe turned off the lights. Next person in would be for a surprise…

 The door opened and Vlad sprung from his spot in front of them before they could turn on the lights.   “RAH!”

@forpurre

#ceremonialpurge #× MINI; these are small troubles #grandpa is tired

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    “Ah, the favored past-time of every single bachelor.” One he knows too well. “Or maybe there’s a deeper reason as to why you’d rather not share your time? Misery loves company, perhaps?”

“A party can be of one, as long as there are enough drinks and regrets.” his brand of humor is strange.

#× MINI; these are small troubles #updrinks #i see you're also a man of culture

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> seven váginias

    ... henceforth i’m removing the little mermaid from all compilation volumes, from anything ever, from disney, from --

#× OOC #possidere #i'm tired and these are the things you leav e me #throw me back

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dramartiste:

     Whilst his fellow Caster indulged in habit, both of the culinary and conversational sort, he too was put at a certain kind of ease with a fresh cup of tea. He needn’t the comforts or food, not for thought nor for familiarity, as along with a copy of his own collected works resting open upon his knee, it was enough. Lulls like this never sat well with him for long however, and the same could be said of his companion, but alas, this was the nature of things as of late. 

     Regardless, his heart was gladdened by the other’s presence, shared in their circumstances, and to revel in them, as Shakespeare found this place had no shortage of the interesting, and he’d barely scratched the surface. There was plenty to marvel, even for those supposedly transcending normality such as they, and he’d already managed a glimpse. Andersen just had yet to meet his spark, that’s all!

          ❝Hm! Verily– though I do enjoy a twist here and there. Makes things much more exciting, wouldn’t you say?❞ he raised the dainty cup to his lips, before resuming his point with a more tempered smile, ❝Trust me, my friend– there’s much to witness here! You shan’t be disappointed, as I’ve yet to be!❞

     He took a sip, then rested it atop its saucer in the other hand for favour of cupping his own chin in thought.

          ❝Hmmm… Agreed! Your thoughts?❞

     Ah, how nice. His inquiry had been so easily deflected, and yet -- Andersen should’ve anticipated the flippantly dismissive behavior that occasionally breached the surface of tragedy in his companion. That was just how things usually fell into place between the two, but he wasn’t all that perturbed by the lack of immediate answer. Their roles were fairly opposite despite their continued friendship -- he with his grandiose stage presence, and Andersen, always with the incessant jabs of negativity.

     "It goes without saying that I’ll be quite the shameless voyeur. As to whether or not the material provided will be worth using, playwright... “ He took a moment of pause if only to nibble at the edge of his toast and then take a simple sip of tea. Etiquette was still worth “I’ll have to take your word for now. There are a few fools that’ve caught my eye. I can only hope they’ll eventually crash,  burn, and struggle in ways that’re entertaining enough to pass for a decent enough tale. I’m already itching for something decent to pen.” It was only human to ere, and it was that very humanity that attracted 

     Andersen glanced briefly out the window, the tiniest sigh escaping him.

     “Then, what do you think of this for our circle name? ‘A. B. D.’ Abolir Les Délais. Though it fails to represent either of our mother tongues... I think it speaks passionately enough for my feelings on the matter.“ He crossed his arms, seemingly content with the suggestion.

#002. #× THREAD; the most essential things are invisible #dramartiste

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misterallfiction:

“『Are you saying my idol love isn’t genuine?! That’s such a hurtful thing to say! Who says a man and a cluster of pixels cannot find true love?! In the future we can always just upload them into robots and have them kick our asses for real!』”

Granted, he had no such affection, truly. This was mostly just him taking the piss and trying to get under someone’s skin, as per usual. How intriguing, though. The boy with vocal chords of steel seemed mostly unbothered and wasn’t trying to avoid his presence out of sheer instinct.

“『More importantly.. You’re new here, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a little kid with a batman voice walking around here before.』”

      “I’ll leave the pixelated romantic adventures to you, then. They seem to suit you well enough.” Andersen said with a smug smile. And while there were other more pressing, more personal points he wished to present, not everything was as clear as it could be yet.  

     Andersen folded his arms, and the difference in their height was just a tad staggering. “Are you perhaps the established greeter? A young man so dedicated to such an easy task. Those scientists who tamper with the very nature of humanity have an odd sense of humor. ... hmph. As you’ve already said, I’m as new as they come. Well, then. Where do we begin? Do you hold my hand and drag me unceremoniously around to each district? I’m not paying for that. Nor do I have compensation to give. Unless you want advice.”

#misterallfiction

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     Andersen hadn’t been looking for anything in particular.

     No. No, he had been -- but it’d been a rather easy matter to find it, and an even easier matter to determine that it wasn’t worth more consideration than needed. True, there wasn’t any need for him to read his works. That in itself was far too embarrassing for an author who near but remembered all the tragic drivel he’d committed to paper. It was the confirmation alone of their existence within the walls of this foreign plane he’d been summoned into settled something at the bottom of his stomach. It took a load off his mind... and raised several other questions at the same time.

     Andersen decided to peruse the aisles a little longer. With knowledge being the ever vital tool that it was, it couldn’t hurt to browse the various titles in case there was actually something worth learning. The history of this place, the terrors that lie within... -- surely someone must’ve recorded it. And what sort of town didn’t have a record-keeper? He only paused when a neighbor attempted to snatch the same title, brow furrowing.

     “Common sense would tell you it’s rude to stare, I suppose. It would tell me that there’s something far more intimate involved in the way you so hastily evaded my gaze. Do tell, if you’d like. They say ignorance is bliss, and a blissful mind is for vulnerable dreamers and fools. Don’t lump me in with their like.” He scoffed and waved a hand dismissively before getting an answer, his booming voice that of a man’s. “If you’re going to keep standing in my way, the least you could do is prove yourself useful. You look simple-minded enough. Lend me a hand. There’s a title two head above you that I’d like you to pull.”

@forpurre

            ┏ ⋮ ✖ ⋮ ━ ▶ Even though he wasn’t enrolled in any of the schools in this city, it did not mean that he was going to slack off academically and fall behind his classmates once he did return back to U.A. It was why he was spending his free time in a library. Not his favorite place, but it had the books he needed so he wasn’t complaining.

           Reaching out for a book on the shelf, he frowned when he noticed that another petite hand touched it before he could. Pulling his own hand away, he instinctively glared at the one who wanted the book as well. Upon realizing that it was a child and not some teenager, he quickly looked away before the boy started crying or some annoying shit like that.

          Dealing with kids was not his forte and he wasn’t particularly fond of them either. Mostly because the majority of them were frightened whenever they were in his presence. One look or word from him was enough to make a lot of them burst into tears. Plenty of people had pointed out that it was due to the intimidating aura radiating from his body language, his way of speaking, and because of the piercing gaze resting underneath his furrowed brows. As far as he was concerned, the more terrifying he looked, the better. He wanted villains to tremble from just the sight of his shadow.

#004. #× THREAD; the most essential things are invisible #superiorquirk #wah sorry this is late #i'm finally free

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you're a disgusting little man

     “Oh, believe me. I’m quite aware.”

#bloodburial #× ASKS; where words fail

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     “Does it, now? Perhaps you should get a head-start on the others. Maybe you’ll even manage to expand that base vocabulary of yours.”

“Feh, and people think I have problems. This entire city needs group therapy.”

#× MINI; these are small troubles #traitorbred #andersen: amused

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tortorem:

“ I like this guy.”

     “Keep your praise. While you’re free to flounder about in your vulgarity all you want, that twisted nature of yours stinks to high heaven. Someone this self-indulgent, this greedy... it’s only fitting that most would reject you. Hah... though, certainly, it’s not as if many here can be seen as pure... -- it’s simply that your taint ranks higher than most.”

#× MINI; these are small troubles #tortorem #he's able to read deeply into the personalities of others #sorry dude

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if two servants were alone on the moon and they were me and you and i killed you with a rock would that be fucked up or what

#draconidol #× OOC

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   yooouuu loose woman

forpurre replied to your post: jigokukara: “You aren’t our Mother, but… you…

this may possibly be the worst drivel i’ve ever read in my life

so you’ve never read your own books?

#negasaver #you know what? #you know what.... #slinks away