Favorite Death Scythe? Azusa of course
Azusa: Alright you two! shake up!
((Me: *talking about Soul Eater and the characters and their relationships and how some secretly love eachother and don’t know it yet.*
My best friend: “Alright you fucking weirdo.”
Me: *punches her in the face to shut her up, and continues fangirling.*))
((Look at the pretty! <3
And as was written on the whiteboard about her naked-ness….:))
“I feel a slight breeze….”
..I’m contemplating if this will be my last post for this blog. Maybe I’m being melodramatic. But what has this blog done? Create ships? Creating mislead admiration? Finding false happiness? These aren’t things I wanted to do. I wanted to enjoy my writing with others; create character development with people. I wanted to make friends. Maybe I’ll start another blog; do things right that time..but for now I’ll think about it. If I’m not here tomorrow; you know why. Good night everyone. I wish I didn’t disappoint you
((=/ I’m really sorry you feel that way, hun. Most blogs have some crack and whatnot, if you don’t like it/dont’ want to be overrun with it, you really just need to try to direct rps how you want.
But I really hope you do come back! I was really looking forward to the rp we were plotting!))
“You can call me whatever you’d like sweetheart. Daddy, Spirit, God, whatever you’d like. I’ll enjoy hearing you scream it either way.” He laughed. So cocky! He gak’ed as she managed another good pull of the tie. Then beamed.
Raising a brow, he chuckled. “Now that’s not very lady-like is it?” Though he very much admired her strength, her willingness to stand up to whoever the hell was in her way. She was a strong woman and that was quite attractive.
“But feel free to slap me agian.” He rumbled, moaning almost. “You’re pretty good at that. Was it something Death liked?” He snickered.
The younger deathscythe narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore the warming in her cheeks, and perhaps somewhere else. “It’s a surprise to me that you haven’t exploded yet, with that ego of yours. Does your back ever hurt, having to carry it around all the time?”
“What can I say, Spirit… you bring out the un-lady-like behavior in me. The violent, un-lady-like behavior… I couldn’t have made it as one of the most powerful weapons in the world, if I always had to act like a lady.” However she generally was quite good at keeping up her ‘lady-like’/professional behavior even while facing the worst of the worse.
Her cheeks darkened more, and she pursed her lips a bit in irriation. She couldn’t believe that this idiot was having this sort of an effect over her… “Oh but I think that would likely act more as a treat, than as a punishment. And I have no idea. Whether he would enjoy it or not, I don’t think it’s appropriate to cause physical harm to my employer.”