———- I am the old world’s runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, MIHAEL KEEHL. I once called myself MELLO and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago. Good memories and nightmares. (personals don’t reblog)
———- I am the old world’s runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, MIHAEL KEEHL. I once called myself MELLO and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago. Good memories and nightmares. (personals don’t reblog)
———- I am the old world’s runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, MIHAEL KEEHL. I once called myself MELLO and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago. Good memories and nightmares. (personals don’t reblog)
———- I am the old world’s runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, MIHAEL KEEHL. I once called myself MELLO and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago. Good memories and nightmares. (personals don’t reblog)
———- I am the old world’s runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, MIHAEL KEEHL. I once called myself MELLO and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago. Good memories and nightmares. (personals don’t reblog)
I haven’t really been here and well, I have to say that my muse is lacking, but that’s mostly because I don’t feel like anyone is interested in this blog anymore?? I mean, I posted a starter call a while ago and there are few who have replied to said starters, as well as the starter call I made before the last one as well. I mean… please take your time on replying but if you’re never going to reply then please don’t get my hopes up on interacting as well :// I dunno maybe I just need to reread the manga and just… slowly get back here. In the mean time you can find me on HARRY and PIPPIN.
I haven’t really been here and well, I have to say that my muse is lacking, but that’s mostly because I don’t feel like anyone is interested in this blog anymore?? I mean, I posted a starter call a while ago and there are few who have replied to said starters, as well as the starter call I made before the last one as well. I mean... please take your time on replying but if you’re never going to reply then please don’t get my hopes up on interacting as well :// I dunno maybe I just need to reread the manga and just... slowly get back here. In the mean time you can find me on HARRY and PIPPIN.
Ashy <3 (sweaterquccn):
Fingers twitching against the book she was reading, the woman herself was silent for the most art after he had concluded his statement. No doubt his words were true, the other’s in her class were always dumping work on her whenever they had to work together, they never seemed to care about their grades – taking the subject as something of an ‘easy pass’ so to speak. “I don’t get it. Why are you acting so jealous?” a slip of her tongue, her question hadn’t meant to come out at all.
“Look. They’re bad students, but they’re not bad people.” Her attention fell onto her book, lips pursing. “I know I say a lot that I don’t like people and I hate being in big crowds but … even I want friends.”
“Jealous?! I’m not acting jealous.” But he was, and it was one of his terrible traits as well. He would confuse it with protectiveness more than often, but he too had to realize that it was indeed jealousy which he felt. Even her explanation couldn’t quite set him off his thoughts, couldn’t quite make him accept it. Of course, she was allowed to have friends of her own, friends that he didn’t know and friends he hadn’t met. Yet there was something about how sudden it was which had caught him off guard -- not that he needed to know every single detail about her life, that is.
“Even if they’re not bad people, I think you could find better friends than people who aren’t even motivated enough to help on a project.” Still his tone was low, perhaps a little more grumpy than usual, but his words weren’t lies or to make her feel better. “They didn’t even help you out, so why would you give them a chance of becoming friends.”
Ashy <3 (sweaterquccn):
Hearing his comment about her still being a cry baby, the woman reacted by giving a swift jab into his stomach – nothing that would harm him, but enough to give him the message. “I’m not a cry baby you loser!” with a frustrated huff, she folded her arms across her chest and glared down towards the freshly obtained wound. Even if she cried as a young child at such pain and shock, she was never really disturbed by the blood, fascinated by how it moved. “You didn’t even know me back then – when I was a kid I mean. So you can’t say shit. Fight me.” She breathed out the last word, fearing for her life.
The jab in his stomach got responded with a soft ‘oof’, a hand softly rubbing over the spot her finger had just poked him. However, he had begun to chuckle right after, almost laughing at her for how she reacted. Then again, he had provoked her to do it, so he got what he deserved. “Alright, maybe no cry baby, but a cry... woman, then?” Of course he was joking, his glance even screamed that he was just teasing her, but that didn’t make this any less fun. Even while she was wounded. Yet, at her last statement, he showed a small smirk, tugging slowly into a small grin as he started to tickle her. “Oh really, you want me to fight someone like you? I can do that, you know. I can do that all day. Even without mercy.”
NAME: Mihael Keehl ALIAS(ES): Mello GENDER: Male AGE: 21 DATE OF BIRTH: 13th of December SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual OCCUPATION(S): Mafia member, detective, author
EYE COLOUR: Icy blue HAIR COLOUR: Blonde HEIGHT: 1.71m SCARS: Several due to his work, though none are that big or impressive. The burn scar (explained below) is the biggest scar he has. BURNS: One big burn scar on the left side of his face, neck and shoulder. It is easy to be seen, something that looks awfully painful. OVERWEIGHT: No. UNDERWEIGHT: Yes.
COLOR: Black HAIR COLOR: Not really any preference EYE COLOR: He likes brown eyes MUSIC: Rock music, some Metal MOVIE: Action, detectives TV SHOW: He doesn’t really watch much TV, but he does like shows like NCIS and such FOOD: Potatoes, mushrooms, chocolate DRINK: Water, coffee BOOK: Detective novels, historic novel
HAD SEX: Yes HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: No GOTTEN PREGNANT: No KISSED A BOY: Yes KISSED A GIRL: Yes GOTTEN TATTOOS: No GOTTEN PIERCINGS: No HAD A BROKEN HEART: Yes BEEN IN LOVE: Yes STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: Yes
A VIRGIN: No A CUDDLER: Not really A KISSER: Yes SCARED EASILY: No JEALOUS EASILY: Yes TRUSTWORTHY: Depends on the subject DOMINANT: Yes SUBMISSIVE: Depends on his partner IN LOVE: No SINGLE: Yes
HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: No THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: No ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: No WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: Yes DROVE A CAR: Yes HAVE/HAD A JOB: No HAVE ANY FEARS: Failure
SIBLING(S): A younger brother, deceased PARENTS: Both deceased CHILDREN: No PETS: No
TAGGED BY: @sweaterquccn <3333 TAGGING: Whoever wants to do this!! I tag y’all!
Sorry that I haven’t really been doing things on here tbh. I’ll try my best to get some things done today but I don’t promise anything as I’ve got some other stuff to work on and I’ve been playing a lot of games lately. This upcoming week is gonna be a busy one so I doubt I will be here this week at all. If you ever need me or something, you can always find me on HARRY as he is my most active muse at the moment.
Hi, tumblr. some of you know me as nook, some of you know me as @sesshcmaru or @forzia. So it’s time for me to reveal a dark secret, one that I need help for before I become so desperate that even stupid solutions seem desirable. I am a victim of emotional and mental abuse at the hands of my parents. People who were meant to raise me who instead kept me and still keep me prisoner in my own home. My mother is a narcissist, gas-lighting and lying constantly in order to keep her need for power and control well-fed. She steals from me, threatens me with suicide if i say ‘no’ to her, tells me that if i ever leave she’ll just ‘die’, and then turns around and tells neighbors and friends how worthless i am, how much she wishes i would just leave. she never let me learn how to drive because she knew that i would leave. even now, she makes up excuses for why i can’t learn. she can’t drive me. she can’t drive me to work because she doesn’t feel like it. lately, I’ve taken up requests for theme backgrounds and icons and the like– and even now i find myself unable to finish several of them. because the strain from the amount of stress i’m under makes it impossible for me to function. Many of you have read and responded to the things that my mother has done to me. I post about it rarely, but sometimes in detail on the dash. This time she’s stolen something precious to me, something I needed for my degree in anthropology as a symbol of what I wanted to do with my life. Something she doesn’t approve of. This is only a week after Bo, a service animal, nearly died.
Rp has always been a hobby to escape. To become someone else. To put my feelings aside and my life aside and live, for a moment, as someone who has their shit together. It is sad and lonely, but it is the truth. Two of my sisters ran away from her abuse about seven years ago. I have dreamed of nothing more than doing the exact same thing. I haven’t heard from them since.
But there is a glimmer of hope. A close friend has offered me a place to stay in the state of Arizona. She has offered to rent a uhaul truck, break her lease and help me and my three dogs find a place to live. That person is Brooklyn, @shouxryuuxha, who i have known in the rp community for several years. The thing is, I need money to help pay for gas and also to help us get an apartment. What I make working isn’t enough to cover it when most of my check goes toward keeping my mother at bay. So, at the request of several of my friends and at the sake of my pride ( i hate asking for help. it feels dirty. it means i have to open myself up to people for them to see the parts of my life that are dark and narrow and frightening.) i have come to ask you all for help. please, donate what you can. I can try to pay you back someway, someday. But I need a safe place. I need respite. I need to live.
Please donate anything you can to my paypal at personalauthor13@gmail.com. Include your url in the note and I will personally come and thank you, and try to do anything i can to repay the favor.
This blog is still all brand new, but!! Could you please reblog/like this post if you’re willing to interact with a (remade) blog of Kamiya Kaoru from the Rurouni Kenshin series?? This strong woman deserves all the love she can get though I mean it. Will cook for you but that’s something you shouldn’t let her do because she’s a horrible cook. Will beat you up if you piss her off tbh.
This blog is still all brand new, but!! Could you please reblog/like this post if you’re willing to interact with a (remade) blog of Kamiya Kaoru from the Rurouni Kenshin series?? This strong woman deserves all the love she can get though I mean it. Will cook for you but that’s something you shouldn’t let her do because she’s a horrible cook. Will beat you up if you piss her off tbh.
sesshcmaru replied to your post: When you watch Rurouni Kenshin Seisou-hen but you...
revive that dead fandom pls i will give u my //soul//
I am honestly already retrieving my old icons and praying that the url I want isn’t already taken :)))
When you watch Rurouni Kenshin Seisou-hen but you forgot how badly you were crying your eyes our the last time you watched it so you start crying again because what the fuck. Also guess which muse just woke up??? Yes indeed, it’s Kaoru.
??? (rosalithe):
cue a dainty giggle . she carries no EXPECTATIONS in the company of others but it would seem that others carried the impression . perhaps she was at fault , dressing with loud class & elegance . no matter her location , at least 9 out of 10 times will the monarch fashion her pink gown . it was just part of her character & something she was far from embarrassed about .
❛—————simply dressed in uniform . ❜ she teases , noting the man really didn’t believe he’d been in the presence of a real PRINCESS . if the crown wasn’t enough of a giveaway , it seemed like the only explanation to the source of his question . then again , what ruler ventured without the escort of security ? the inquiry was fair .
“Dressed in uniform? I see...” But that only raised more question than it would answer them. To him, uniforms were far different from a regal dress accompanied with a crown. Though perhaps she had a job which required to dress up like this, but she could have just told him if it were the case -- there was no need for a mysterious answer like the one she had given him. But... he would not let it slide so easily -- there were more questions left unanswered.
“Then, what does require you to dress up in ‘uniform’ as you say? We’re too far off from Disneyland, I believe, so what else might you be dressed up for?” Just another inquiry. And perhaps it should have dawned on him that there was another possibility, but without the amount of press and security, said possibility seemed to be impossible. Besides, he felt like she would have just ignored him in that case.
