NJKGBKJNGF NO.
Pistols….Well there’s your problem. Sneak up on that bitch with an automatic shot gun and crown her with your bullets.
I actually practiced crowning them, my friend would spawn a witch and I would practice sneaking up on her and killing her without getting touched.
(Source: snowtat, via a-dream-of-flame-deactivated201)
ooc: WIP of my AkuDem request since I kind of want to throw it out a window at the moment. Stupid goddamn impossible hair. Axel’s shirt is also stupider than it will be.
I was so ambitious about this too.
But senshistock did cause a quite lovely pose, in my opinion.
Regardless, I’m moving on to my other request from today.
If your abandoning it, perhaps you’d let me finish it and we can call it a collaboration? *head tilt* cause I honestly love this pic its adorbs.
(via a-dream-of-flame-deactivated201)
(OOC: This is AU, I’m just going to keep writing more to it. Anyone is welcome to join in and turn it into an rp.)
The last mission he’d been sent on had turned into a disaster. There had been fire elementals everywhere and no matter how much the poor water mage had tried he just couldn’t get the upper hand. He’d limped back from the mission scorched and wounded, a failure. And even though he was heavily injured he’d still been beaten as punishment then sent to be bandaged up. He was just so tired of it all. Tired of the ridicule, tired of being hurt all the time, tired of failing.
Covered in bandages he’d teleported to the beach on Twilight to train in privacy. The one aqua colored eye free of bandages narrowed in focus. The unhappy look a foriegn sight on the young usually happy mans face. He was so tired of being the freak. He could make music, he could sing and laugh and he could be afraid. He didn’t care how many time he was told he didn’t have a heart. He felt it, he knew he was right. But it always came down to a question he’d asked himself so many times. If he hadn’t lost his heart what had he lost? He figured it had been his memories, he had absolutely no recollection of his life before. Not even glimmers or flashes of familar places or people. His life before waking up on the dark beach was a blank. Maybe he’d lost his soul instead, lost the things that made him who he used to be. Hell if he knew how things worked, he wasn’t a scientist. He was an artist of music and of water, he was a instrument of creation. Not a weapon of destruction. Maybe that was the difference between him and the others. The real thing that made him a freak in the eyes of his comrades. He was the Yin to their Yang and they just couldn’t deal with someone not fitting their carefully thought out scientific mold.
Growling out in frustration at his thoughts he manipulated a wave particularly high and held it there for a moment before putting his hands out sharply creating a towering structure of beautiful swirling water. He then started singing, quite beautifully and the water structure danced and changed shape. Flowing with his melody.
(via aquaticsymphonic)
*gives it a go then*)
Dem sighed out heavily as he served another latte to some asshole customer in a suit. Really he hated his job. Working in a coffee shop had sounded like the perfect gig at first. Lots of artists, lots of caffeine. But he got lots of assholes in too. But what could you do? Had to work to get anywhere in the big city anymore. Smiling to himself to bring some cheer back to his face he started cleaning up after the last order he’d filled.
Axel had always considered himself a people person, even if he didn’t particularly enjoy spending time with most of the people he ran into. So it took little effort for him to tell that the smile of the mohawked blond behind the counter of the coffee shop was covering a morning’s worth of annoyance. Finding that amusing, Axel chuckled and grinned as he got his turn to order. “Hey, Blondie. Vanilla mocha.”
Blinking the aqua toned eyes looked up from what he was doing to see a stunning red head in his midst. “Heya, sure thing one Vanil-moch coming right up man” He grinned and turned working at the coffee machines with the knack only someone that had been here a while would have. “Having a good morning?”
Axel leaned his elbow against the counter in front of him and shrugged. “More or less, yeah. No complaints. How about you? Working here must be an endless thrill of fun.” The sarcasm in his voice was obvious.
“Oh yeah a thrill a minuet” He laughed lightly and glanced over at him. “What do you do for a living?” He turned the machine off going about adding in stuff to make it more tasty.
He shrugged, smirking slightly. “Me? I’m just a lowly waiter at a less-than-reputabe little restaurant. Nothing exciting beyond the occasional stabbing in the alley outside.”
(Could always take it to a messenger like skype or aim or something so replies wouldn’t get eaten)
“Yea the city is like that sometimes. I usually make sure to ride home on well lit streets if I can help it. Wouldn’t want to get mugged.” He shuddered a bit and handed him the coffee smiling. “Demy, and you are?”
(via a-dream-of-flame-deactivated201)
*gives it a go then*)
Dem sighed out heavily as he served another latte to some asshole customer in a suit. Really he hated his job. Working in a coffee shop had sounded like the perfect gig at first. Lots of artists, lots of caffeine. But he got lots of assholes in too. But what could you do? Had to work to get anywhere in the big city anymore. Smiling to himself to bring some cheer back to his face he started cleaning up after the last order he’d filled.
Axel had always considered himself a people person, even if he didn’t particularly enjoy spending time with most of the people he ran into. So it took little effort for him to tell that the smile of the mohawked blond behind the counter of the coffee shop was covering a morning’s worth of annoyance. Finding that amusing, Axel chuckled and grinned as he got his turn to order. “Hey, Blondie. Vanilla mocha.”
Blinking the aqua toned eyes looked up from what he was doing to see a stunning red head in his midst. “Heya, sure thing one Vanil-moch coming right up man” He grinned and turned working at the coffee machines with the knack only someone that had been here a while would have. “Having a good morning?”
Axel leaned his elbow against the counter in front of him and shrugged. “More or less, yeah. No complaints. How about you? Working here must be an endless thrill of fun.” The sarcasm in his voice was obvious.
“Oh yeah a thrill a minuet” He laughed lightly and glanced over at him. “What do you do for a living?” He turned the machine off going about adding in stuff to make it more tasty.
(via a-dream-of-flame-deactivated201)
*gives it a go then*)
Dem sighed out heavily as he served another latte to some asshole customer in a suit. Really he hated his job. Working in a coffee shop had sounded like the perfect gig at first. Lots of artists, lots of caffeine. But he got lots of assholes in too. But what could you do? Had to work to get anywhere in the big city anymore. Smiling to himself to bring some cheer back to his face he started cleaning up after the last order he’d filled.
Axel had always considered himself a people person, even if he didn’t particularly enjoy spending time with most of the people he ran into. So it took little effort for him to tell that the smile of the mohawked blond behind the counter of the coffee shop was covering a morning’s worth of annoyance. Finding that amusing, Axel chuckled and grinned as he got his turn to order. “Hey, Blondie. Vanilla mocha.”
Blinking the aqua toned eyes looked up from what he was doing to see a stunning red head in his midst. “Heya, sure thing one Vanil-moch coming right up man” He grinned and turned working at the coffee machines with the knack only someone that had been here a while would have. “Having a good morning?”
(via a-dream-of-flame-deactivated201)
that sounds interesting, like real world with powers kinna thing?)Pretty much, yep. Since I’ve been pretty weak about maintaining that he’s AU, though, I usually just accept it when people react to him as if he were more canon, so I haven’t had much of a chance to really strengthen my headcanons for him in my AU.
*gives it a go then*)
Dem sighed out heavily as he served another latte to some asshole customer in a suit. Really he hated his job. Working in a coffee shop had sounded like the perfect gig at first. Lots of artists, lots of caffeine. But he got lots of assholes in too. But what could you do? Had to work to get anywhere in the big city anymore. Smiling to himself to bring some cheer back to his face he started cleaning up after the last order he’d filled.
(via a-dream-of-flame-deactivated201)
demyx-is-a-boss started following you
He waves at himself happily. “Hello other me! This is so freaking weird. But I must say we are good looking.”
Larxene’s tits…
To grope or not to grope? That is the question.
“No other me No!” Waves his hands frantically. “It’s a trap and it will end in pain and tears. And they’ll be yours..ours…whatever.”
(via demyx-dem-dem-deactivated201207)
Wtf Demyx
“You have a better way to wash your clothes without a washer and dryer?” He tilted his head simply manipulating all the moisture out of his coat. “Have you been in the laundry room here? Larxene is like always in there, always.” He shuddered a bit. “Hell no I’m not going in there I like my organs intact.”
So you’re just going to let her bully you around?
“No I’m going to avoid her like she’s a plague. She can’t bully what she can’t find can she? I mean think of it this way, she could end me with not that much lightning. So I’m not going anywhere near the crazy lady with sharp knives and a penchant for using them as lightning rods” He shuddered a little.
“Well it seems as though you have a problem Demyx. I guess it would be best to avoid someone that insane.”
“Have you seen the people I live with? There probably isn’t anyone here that isn’t a little insane..or a lot insane.” Huffs a sigh.
“Hmm well you don’t seem insane at least ” laughs
“They’d probably argue to that point. I’m a pacifist in the midst of violent people. Not too different from how it was in life though. Maybe I’m just used to being around nutjobs.”
(Source: askdemdemyx)
Wtf Demyx
“You have a better way to wash your clothes without a washer and dryer?” He tilted his head simply manipulating all the moisture out of his coat. “Have you been in the laundry room here? Larxene is like always in there, always.” He shuddered a bit. “Hell no I’m not going in there I like my organs intact.”
So you’re just going to let her bully you around?
“No I’m going to avoid her like she’s a plague. She can’t bully what she can’t find can she? I mean think of it this way, she could end me with not that much lightning. So I’m not going anywhere near the crazy lady with sharp knives and a penchant for using them as lightning rods” He shuddered a little.
“Well it seems as though you have a problem Demyx. I guess it would be best to avoid someone that insane.”
“Have you seen the people I live with? There probably isn’t anyone here that isn’t a little insane..or a lot insane.” Huffs a sigh.
(Source: askdemdemyx)
Wtf Demyx
“You have a better way to wash your clothes without a washer and dryer?” He tilted his head simply manipulating all the moisture out of his coat. “Have you been in the laundry room here? Larxene is like always in there, always.” He shuddered a bit. “Hell no I’m not going in there I like my organs intact.”
So you’re just going to let her bully you around?
“No I’m going to avoid her like she’s a plague. She can’t bully what she can’t find can she? I mean think of it this way, she could end me with not that much lightning. So I’m not going anywhere near the crazy lady with sharp knives and a penchant for using them as lightning rods” He shuddered a little.
(Source: askdemdemyx)
Everyone assumed that Demyx was sunshine and lollipops all the time. That the care free often lazy boy was weak and cowardly. Truth be told he was neither. He hated killing even if he’d been forced to even before he’d lost his heart. And if people wanted to believe that because he controlled music and water that he was weak then so be it. They never thought of the possibility of drowning on land, or having their eardrums vibrated with sound they couldn’t hear til the point their brains erupted. No, no one really thought much about the utterly destructive capabilities the smiling boy had.
Then again no one saw him train either. When he was alone in the pool rushing over its surface like he was running on solid ground. Or dashing and manipulating water as he rushed through cyclones of water he made himself. No one ever saw the way he experimented with other liquids. Moving juice or milk about the kitchen as he got himself a snack. Cutting his own hand trying to figure out how to harden the iron in his blood to make a more effective weapon.
He hated violence with a passion. But he was surrounded by dangerous violent people, and the more ways he knew how to defend himself the better. And if he ended up having to hurt someone it would be kind of funny to see the looks on their faces when they realized who did it.
Wtf Demyx
“You have a better way to wash your clothes without a washer and dryer?” He tilted his head simply manipulating all the moisture out of his coat. “Have you been in the laundry room here? Larxene is like always in there, always.” He shuddered a bit. “Hell no I’m not going in there I like my organs intact.”
(Source: askdemdemyx)
