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i am. officially archiving this blog because i’ve decided i want to bring bel back, but with a fresh start so! look forward to that happening if you’re still here (same url!)
i miss him.
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i am. officially archiving this blog because i’ve decided i want to bring bel back, but with a fresh start so! look forward to that happening if you’re still here (same url!)
i miss him.
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i am. officially archiving this blog because i’ve decided i want to bring bel back, but with a fresh start so! look forward to that happening if you’re still here (same url!)
i miss him.
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i am. officially archiving this blog because i’ve decided i want to bring bel back, but with a fresh start so! look forward to that happening if you’re still here (same url!)
i miss him.
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rabid 8 year old becomes feral 16 year old becomes rabid AND feral 26 year old
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𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 , without any question & at the same time , it was all the beauty [ … ] — chijin no ai , tanizaki jun'ichirou .
private & independent , by minlu .
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hey its ya boi im ‘back’ again. i still don’t have much muse for bel, but i did end up making a new rp blog for a bun.gou stray dogs muse i want to try out (i do not control the hyperfixation.png). i’d like to keep it private for now, but if you would like the url please leave a like. i already have a khr au in my head if thats your jam. thank you for your patience with my whims, especially those who have stuck with me through all my blogs haha.
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*logs back on after months of inactivity and pretends nothing happened*
#⁽ ⠀ ♔ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ out of character.#helloo it is me#i am not sure how the khr rpc is doing#but the spring/summer blues are over i think
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“ ew. i thought you died in a ditch somewhere, ”
@nebbiia
#nebbiia#hellooo#its been awhile#im happy to see you on my dash again#⁽ ⠀ ♔ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ in character.
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bridget o’bernstein, “how to be a body” + franz kafka, letters to milena
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more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
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Bel doesn’t realize nor acknowledge it, but his royal upbringing does rub off on him. He tends to behave politely towards people he doesn’t know personally, oftentimes his targets ── he becomes more crass the longer his acquaintance with someone. Although it’s annoying, it is a sign that he likes someone as a friend or companion when he unconsciously drops formalities and shows his more ornery and childish side.
In spite of his bluster over being a prince, in reality his status as royalty has always been more of a shackle than he himself realizes ( which is why he ran away of course ). He doesn’t like having obligations or duties, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to let go of his title despite being solidly disowned by now, as a product of his upbringing. His deeply ingrained belief that if he is not a prince, a winner, then he is nothing drives him to subconsciously maintain his princely persona. As he grows older, this becomes less prominent as he slowly becomes more of an assassin than a prince.
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Wale Ayinla, Portrait of a Boy with Grief
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drugs? no thanks, the only “high” i need is the natural rush you get from committing a murder.
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― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
[text ID: I was a vacant room. Inside, the music produces only a dry, hollow echo.]
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high pain tolerance starters
“[Name], you’re bleeding.”
“How long has it been like that?”
“Did you dislocate a finger?”
“You’re slurring.”
“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”
“You’re snapping. Headache again?”
“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Hey, why are you walking like that?”
“That’s a lot of swelling.”
“Where did you get that bruise?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.”
“How did you not notice?!”
“If it hurts, it hurts.”
“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.”
“Holy shit, how long have you had this?!”
“[Name]? [Name]! Hey!”
“We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”
“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”
“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”
“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”
“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”
“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”
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divineslcyer:
❝ Aww, why’d you stop? ❞ He really did know how to make the violin cry didn’t he? It wasn’t Bach or anything, but still–it was nice to listen to a little bit of classical music every now and again. Personally she was more of a jazz-soul person but she still remembered some things from her grueling lessons in being a proper lady. Unphased by the bite of his voice, she grinned rather smugly, having been both adapted and become desensitized from the usual chaos amongst the varia. ❝ Ohh~! Fine praise. Although you should consider a better lock. ❞ As if she hadn’t deceptively cracked it and snuck in because she was curious what kind of art outlet he’d be up to this time. It’s not as if she were playing hooky from Squalo–not at all.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥 and a moue pullulates epicene features, grace in every motion ── he places the violin in its case, with princely finesse, a ghost of an upbringing he cut up and left for dead. It is times like these when he indulges in the pain of memory, harkening back to what who he couldn’t be ( he’ll always be a second rate prince / first rate assassin, murderer, reject ). Crossing the room in lazy strides, he steps over the threshold, ushering his visitor backwards into the corridor. Cheshire grin snaps back into place as the door swings shut with a click, he snickers. ❝ Shishishi, the prince isn’t putting on a show today ~ ❞ sibilant drawl lingers in the air, and he offers curtly, ❝ Let’s get something to eat. ❞
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