WANTED

     meechi. i have not been here for over a century. but i’ve been having several muse spikes from these guys. so i’m here to proffer up a short starter call for dante and fuyuhiko, but you can also request for a muse if you have a specific interaction in mind! if you’re a multi, please let me know for which muse the starter is for!

      meechi. hEYA. it’s - a me, a stray Meechi! no, i didn’t somehow log onto the wrong blog. believe it or not, i actually have motivations for here. whether it will stay or not, i don’t know, but i do plan on doing stuff on here to at least update/revise the blog. i already went through and deleted some posts i felt were irrelevant to the blog or my muses. next up, i’m gonna reorganize my muse list for primary/secondary/by request since the muse activity WIDELY varies from muse to muse on here. just know, i’m here for today, at the very least!

     Ladd cracked his neck, tilting his head from side - to - side. “ don’t be annoyin’ on my day off. it’s already enough i gotta deal with you on the job. besides, ya know nothin’ ‘bout me, bastard. “      He waved a hand, indicating he was done. The encounter was brief ; he wanted to make it so. Pissed off as he was with the damn nuisance, the energy to kill was just not there today. Besides . . . employers.      “ get off somewhere else. i don’t got time for you right now. i’m lookin’ for somethin’ my Lua’s dropped . . . “

     “ blessing? i’ve received a blessing? and from Boss Ladd, no less! yes, certainly what a blessing indeed! but, what exactly can top this blessing? this holy blessing of all blessings? there is no greater blessing than being blessed with Boss Ladd’s presence! and yet! to no avail, i am rewarded with another -- even greater -- blessing! truly, am i not already blessed? what say you? “      The directed question was met with a groan -- a low, pain - soaked groan customarily set to a prey caught within the jaws of a playful, merciless predator. The predator bore a wild grin, sinking deep its jaws into its own wild mind. The crack of metal against bear, barbaric pavement rang the very scene into silence . . . and the prey lay, passed out upon the floor, pale as a dormouse. A white sheet, in bloom!      “ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA -- no. no, this won’t do at all. how sad. how tragic. to not revel in other people’s pleasantries. aren’t merry tidings supposed to warrant other people’s merriment? how sad, how sad indeed. it’s so! so! sad! it’s so tragic, oh! am i bearing both a blessing and a curse! oh, i’m so hopelessly, tragically sad! i’m DROWNING IN IT! “      The predator once again reverted back to Graham, a singular human parasite bearing and gnashing his teeth. Frantic gestures, dramatic mannerisms. His hands magnanimously wave, like on a stage, presenting his tears to an uncaring ( unknowing? ) audience. His voice, filled to the dregs with such utmost despair, almost to the point where not a single bit of it seemed real. Like he was just an actor. Predator - reduced actor in blue.      “ tell me, boss ladd . . . tell me a happy story! i can’t take no more of this sadness! a comedy, in these times of woe! a tragicomedy! a happy AND a sad story. but i can take no more sadness, but what is happiness without sadness? tell me, what is one without the other? nothing! it’s nothing at all! just, tedium. damn, evil tedium. treacherous tedium. tell me a story -- any story of any kind -- to fend off this DAMN. TEDIUM! “

     He lightly bent forward, stretching a lighter -- a flicker of light, a small and lonely beacon, weak and wispy, in the dank blankness of a room. A dark, but glittery aura. Possessions of many makes and ticks bouncing and reflecting the silver moon, nary touching Ronny’s face. His own expression, a mask of blankness. A being swathed in shadow, offering light to a ghost.      “ no human ought to ever deprive themselves of kindness. “ His voice was soft, a mere whisper in the silence. “ once you do, your heart retains nothing but its own excommunication. if you have lost your way . . . do not be afraid to share the burden, my friend. “

     does the young master still require his services???      all jokes aside, i’m ALL for this ship. if anything, it managed to drag Shamrock out of bed and make somewhat of a priority muse now! among the top with my Baccano! muses. SO CONGRATS! tbf, my Servamp muses are relatively reliable. they’ll respond to things given to them, but it does take some time. they’re at least much more attentive than my BSD muses, lmao.      i can’t write a proper slowburn, ever, but that won’t stop me from pretending like i can. we’ll just. skip around. i do suspect it took some time for Sham to actually warm up around Tsubaki, considering his experiences prior. That’s always a fun thing we can explore or consider. It also helps sets me a good base on how Shamrock feels towards Tsubaki ( specifically. very specifically. i love complex relationships and feelings cause they add extra dimension, and i’d be intrigued to see what kind of dimensions their relationship forms as a whole ).       i just. there’s a lot of potential here, and i am. so down okay kae. i love writing with you. give me an excuse to write with you more.