#duasxalmas

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duasxalmas replied to your post:     ”Wahhh, help me! Those bad guys are trying to...

casually looks at your direction and eyes you….

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[shatteredidealism-blog]

"I want to see you in a... a... Um...." Well this was harder than expected. "A bunny costume! Yeah yeah! Bun Bun!"

Send my muse an outfit you want them in. "I want to see you in a _____"

"... I... see..." A bunny costume. That was... kind of really bad for his reputation, wasn't it? But, a game was a game. If the boy wanted to see him in a bunny costume, the assassin had no choice but to comply. "Very well. If that's what you want."

In the end, acquiring a bunny costume proved to be more troublesome than he had thought. Some were borderline scary onesies, some involved... far too little clothing for his taste, or involved dresses and still manged to demand far too little clothing for him to be comfortable. So, he settled for improvising.

He managed to get his hands on a white hoodie with bunny ears on the hood, though - and on a bunny tail... something, that he managed to attach to his pants. Arceus, this was embarrassing, but hopefully, it was enough for the boy. Sighing wearily, he made his way back to Percy, hoping no one else saw him like that.

And this is the fate of the great Hero of Team Plasma, the shadow assassin that served as Ghetsis' right hand man.

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duasxalmas replied to your post:I’m trying to finish the bio for a muse that i...

YAYAYAYA TOUYAHGLSHDKRSBFDAFA

oh stop it you, you're making me feel embarrassed ahhh

[rebelleanima]

Lets do Danae for pinned because Percy would never.

Send me 'pinned' and my character will react to yours pinning them against the wall

Someone was approaching him. Someone he didn't know. His eyes narrowed, Restless turned around to face the girl, allowing himself to be pushed against the wall as he gathered his energy, barely keeping it at bay as he stared down at the girl with an unimpressed expression. She reminded him of Amaterasu and of a girl in his own universe, but he couldn't afford to get too lost in memories when he was in what felt like such a vulnerable position.

If anything, the only reason why he hadn't gotten more hostile was the knowledge that this was another universe. People in here didn't hunt him, or at least, not yet. So, it was worth knowing her motives before actually making himself the menace that people thought he was in his own universe.

"... Strange way to approach someone." Restless remarked in a calm voice despite his glare, his head cocking to the side as he studied the girl for a few moments. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"

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duasxalmas replied to your post:duasxalmas replied to your post:whenever I see...

I have managed a 3 way which actually ended with a bad 4 way. SO FUCKING HARD, I WAS PISSED BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T GET ANYTHING DONE anD WANTED TO ADD PEOPLE BUT WE HAD EVERYTHING PLANNED OUT AND IT WAS COOL. until it plumetted. it’s hard. it really is.

MAN THAT SUCKS...

sounds like the opposite of my last attempt holy crap

the conclusion is, you are only going to manage threeways if you have two reliable partners who a) won't pile half the world with you; and b) won't ignore you.

.... and c) if the characters COOPERATE.

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duasxalmas replied to your post:whenever I see people in my dash plotting threeway...

I have seen it. and I have done it oNCE and it’s not fun…. O.o

WHOA YOU MANAGED A THREEWAY I'M IMPRESSED.

I tried it twice.

first time the characters were too dumb and only ended up making themselves depressed and gave up.

in the second the muns were jerks and I got left out 8')

BUT ONE DAY I WILL PLAY A THREEWAY AND IT WILL BE WONDERFUL.

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duasxalmas replied to your post “No escape s-sir!”

When he found himself not being pushed away by the older, he only held on tighter and pressed his cheek against him. "I-I've been better. But I was worried for you.. I hadn't seen you around..."

"Ah, that's... good, then." Black murmured, somewhat confused as the boy held on to him tightly. Still, he didn't push him away. He was at loss of what to do, but he let him, his head tilting to the side as he looked down at him. "... Worried? There's not really any reason for that. I was just..." He hesitated for a moment, frowning a little. Bad things happened. Punishments, weren't they? But he had deserved them. Besides, he shouldn't show that to others, much less to this child.

"I've just been busy, I suppose. It's nothing to worry about." He hesitated for a few moments before patting the boy on his head. That was the right thing to do, right?

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"No escape s-sir!"

Send me "No Escape" for my muse's reaction to yours trapping them between their arms.

With his head low, Black had been walking through the mostly empty hallways of the castle. He was stil tired, his body still weary, and he kept his hands in his pockets as he tried to keep himself distracted. There were a few grunts that walked past him, but he didn't gave them any attention, focusing on his footsteps.

The sound of rushed footsteps, however, had the assassin stop as he was being approached. Did someone want to talk to him? Before he could figure it out, however, small arms wrapped around his waist, and he found himself tensing as he looked down at the person who had caught him.

"Ah, hey there, kid." What was the boy's name, again? It took him a moment to remember of his name, before speaking up again. "Percy. How have you been?"

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He had been a good boy, he played by the rules.He listened to the orders given. He even did so much as to not be needy. But what was he to do this time? His sister gone on a mission, he started to get the night terrors again. The smell of smoke burned his nostrils and the sudden echoing of his sister's screams caused him to wake up and start crying. He immediately ran to the closest person and clutched at the clothing before coughs appeared. "Danae-- He's out to kill me. I can't breath.. Help.."

The sound of cries was what woke him from his shallow sleep. In normal circumstances, Black would have been happy to ignore the noise and just gone back to resting, but the voice this time wasn't that of a grunt. It was a child, wasn't it? So, it was Percy. For a moment, Black pondered how that changed things, but in the end, the answer was obvious. He couldn't ignore him.

Sighing, Black stood up from the floor, looking to his partners as they shifted awake and, after a moment, the assassin gestured for his Whimsicott to come with him. A cute, fuzzy grass-type might be good to help Percy calm down if there was something wrong, which it clearly did - Black had enough experience with night terrors himself to recognize when someone else had it.

With the Whimsicott hanging from his shoulder, Black walked out of his room to the place he thought that the boy was - thankfully, he was spared from having to look for him too much when the boy ran out and, immediately, attached himself to his shirt. On instinct, Black tensed, but he relaxed after a moment, the Whimsicott on his shoulder letting out a concerned noise as she looked down at the boy holding on to Black.

Fuck. How do you comfort someone?

"Hey, hey. I'm not her, kid, but no one is going to kill you in here, alright?" Hopefully, of course. "Calm down. You're in the Castle, and unless you do something really stupid, nothing bad is going to happen here."

Well, at least he's trying.

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◎ Sir knights! What do you think of the King? the one who's not entirely sane that is?

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.

Black frowned a little, pondering on the question. What did he think of Lord N? That was a difficult thing to answer but, after a few moments, he started talking.

"He's... confusing. I don't believe that he understands what my position truly is, and that causes some trouble when we interact." That was what seemed obvious, after all. Even if N wanted to call himself an embarrassment, Black was a weapon. There couldn't possibly be a way for him to be on the same level as him, not when Black wasn't even supposed to think, or do things by himself.

"... He tends to worry too much about my well being., and sometimes, he speaks about things that doesn't seem to make sense, so I'm never quite sure what he's going on about. However... I can't say that I don't understand him, somewhat. I imagine that being in his position wasn't a simple thing, and that he had to struggle with it." Having to kill Ghetsis and others because of whatever was going on in his world... Black doubted he'd be able to do the same. At least, not to people he was supposed to respect and obey. "... I guess I respect him. I want to serve him, if he'd let me. He's... nice to be around, if I'm allowed to say so."

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hehehe ship? laughs FOREVER* insaNe.

Ship my muse with someone and I'll let my muse respond!

"I don't... quite understand him that well, but Lord N seems to be a nice person." He sighed, folding his arms. "I'm unworthy of his attention, but he doesn't seem to mind being around me as much as he used to and worries about my well being... it's not bad, I suppose. A good master."

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duasxalmas replied to your post:Hahahah not anon. But iddusndhzhsbbs i dunno where to start but...

Yes to all that things. no but seriously, you are a wonderful person and writer and human being. :)