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“I’d love to see you bathe in your own guts, see what faces you make when someone remove your nails one by one… if you’re as special as your attitude seem to claim, or if you’re just an average woman who does to people what she can’t handle herself.”

“I don’t know why I even went to that yoga class. I don’t even like it that much. It’s tiring just to see the time pass by.”

“I don’t know why I come to talk to you so casually…… maybe I’m looking for a weird kind of friend.”

siiinuously:

          The redhead’s eyes nearly roll into their skull at the woman’s sneer and they bite down their tongue to keep from saying something they’d soon regret. They had broken the silence with their “dumb comment” not because they needed to but because they had wanted to. In retrospect, they probably should’ve thought of another sentence that wouldn’t have earned such a rude ass response from the woman but hadn’t been trying to irritate her. What they had interjected with was just a simple, blunt, straightforward observation and her chosen reaction was blatant, unapologetic condescension.

        “Oooo, should I keep my comments to myself?” Mikah asks, their question coated with sarcasm. “I’ve been sitting in near silence for a little too long, sweetheart, so you’ll have t’excuse my simple, straightforward observations. Ya don’t offer much in the way of conversations so I kinda have t’start them up myself. I gotta make sure that you’re still all there, ya know?”

        “Should I have made some stupid comment about those pretty, little hands of yours? That probably would’ve been more interestin’ than your monologue about how I should conduct myself.” An wide, empty smile spreads across their lips as they add “Don’t think I didn’t see ya shove those gorgeous things in your pockets~” with a muted, but still very obnoxious, saccharine tone of voice.

    “Why do you think I don’t jump at every given opportunity to converse with you?” Ayane's reply delayed for a moment so she could almost robotically scan their expressions and act appropriately; which was to act dismissive of them. Eyeing the redhead up, and curling her lip like they were some sort of disgusting bug, she flicked her shoes in an attempt to shoo them away. Surely, they had other better things to be doing than this? 

    “You’re extremely irrelevant to me, and at best, annoying in behaviour.” She began to smile at them, worn eyelids fluttered tiredly, almost shutting on the redhead with sheer exhaustion,”You should have stayed silent, makes you more tolerable before I snatch your tongue out. You’re probably only hovering around me like some sort of. . .fly because no one else can stand to see your face.” her tone was upbeat, cheerful, only outlining her bitter malice she had, her softer features slowly dying from her face and only leaving a blank canvas with dead eyes. 

  Eyes widened briefly at their observation, it wasn’t incredibly obvious, but the shock was enough for them to catch onto before her expression twisted into unadulterated hatred towards them, her skin creasing so tightly at their comment that it resembled that of crushed up paper. When reminded of her hands, the burning sensation began to flare up within her pockets again. She could feel them crawling around again - the bugs, they let them all loose, and soon, they’d be crawling all over the floor. . .and all over them.

 “Shut up.” she snapped, her voice dragged, it was heavy, heavier than her small little frame, ”You know nothing about me, You pathetic little cretin, I hope they crawl into your mouth and bury deep within your insides, so I can watch you rot from the inside out.”

 The bugs never existed, only in the figments of Ayane’s mind, but her grin grew so disgustingly wide, that some would have found it hard to believe she was making this all up. 

20. If you’re feeling salty right now, this ask gives you a free reign to pour out your frustration.

Gooby pls.

ooc: Why is it such a sin to like fictional problematic characters? Do people not realise, while they are spouting about how  ‘positivity’ or ‘love’ is being spread about these characters, that reality and fiction are two completely different planes of realm? I feel so restricted with my opinions, and sometimes, I even find it incredibly insulting to creators. What if I had a mun friend whose oc I appreciate due to their characterisation, writing, and general realism - and I just grew an attachment to them because of that? Of course I realise it’s completely unethical. If half of the characters I loved existed in real life I’d think they were disgusting and diabolical atleast. 

 Creative freedom is stunted because people try too hard to sound progressive or appear to be the ‘good guys’ of the site, the ones with the most moral righteousness, in reality, they are just restricting the thoughts and the artistic capabilities of others by having such a strong opinion on something that only exists in the figments of someone’s imagination. For example, Y.uno G.asai is a character widely discussed, both loved by some, but others find it worrying that others ‘romanticise’ her characterisation, maybe give it a thought that some people actually appreciate her character, may like her due to the context of show she’s in and appreciate how she was written, and how her cutesy art style conflicts with her sadistic behaviours? which can only be achieved through means of CARTOON,  therefore may have strong attachments to that character; or someone like Patrick Bateman, who some may also appreciate him at his very core. Even if they disliked these fictional characters (good reason too though)  some people have to take into consideration that, the writers have done it right if so much controversy is sparked about them, at least appreciate that. 

  Of course, I would never condone anyone acting like these characters in real life, but it’s perfectly fine to be fascinated by those within fiction, and somewhat healthy to explore darker parts of the human mind without it becoming grossly obsessive or creepy.  If my friend has a character who is problematic, sorry, don’t put me on a stake for loving the character, don’t immediately assume that because someone finds it acceptable what a character does in fiction, doesn’t mean they also find it acceptable in real life.

  I know their actions are AWFUL, I have a perfect sense of judgment for what’s right and wrong, and so does most people without a criminal record on this site as well. So back off with the capes for something that doesn’t exist, people who agree with real murderers, psychopaths, rapists, and scumbags of the world are the real people to worry about.

TLDR: Let me appreciate my fictional problematic characters in peace without pinning me as some sort of sadist. 

whats the worst thing you've done?

      She murdered one of her patients because she developed feelings for them.

  A young & attractive seventeen-year-old who frequently sought Ayane’s help. She had everything going for her, after suffering from depression and slowly recovering, her life just began to fall back into place again; lost puzzle pieces were found and Ayane was there every step of the way. 

  Her feelings just grew for her. She didn’t want it to happen, it just occurred, it crept up slowly until she could no longer hold her passion for her; being so intimate with a patient, especially with mental health makes her see them as more than patients, a fondness, that grew into a liking for her, then deviated into disgusting thoughts and feelings. She invited the poor girl for a coffee date to check up on her recovery, she went, unwillingly knowing she was walking into a death trap. 

  Ayane saw her love for her as wrong for not the right reasons, it felt as if she was going in between her and AKANE’S love, which hasn’t even been consolidated, she just believed she was the root of all evil, LUST which made her deviate from Akane, love which Akane doesn’t even know she has for her. She was dangerous in her eyes, she wanted her gone.

 So, with heavy reluctance, and after some convincing, Ayane sneaked her off to her apartment, forced her to drink some of her wine, came onto her heavily, and once she declined it all went spiraling downwards. 

  The next day police found a seventeen-year-old smothered, blue in the face, mangled and mutilated by a bush in the middle of nowhere. While Ayane’s alibis were completely secured.

Munday Asks: Salt Edition

1. How salty are you feeling right now?

2. What are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in?

3. What rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

4. Have you ever made a call out post or wanted to?

5. A ship everyone in the fandom you’re in loves, but you can’t stand?

6. Have you ever sent something to one of those burn book blogs?

7. Has someone made you unfollow/block them without a second thought because of a petty reason?

8. Are you good at dealing with personal problems?

9. What’s your opinion on duplicates?

10. Any fandom(s) you don’t want to rp in or crossover to?

11. Are you for or not for purple prosing?

12. Has someone in the rp community ever made you upset/cry?

13. Ever told someone not to follow/rp with a particular person because something that happened to you in the past? 

14. Ever knew someone that everyone loves but you can’t stand?

15. Have you ever done something out of spite?

16. What would you say to the one who hurt you in the past?

17. What are your opinions when someone makes negative posts constantly on their rp blog?

18. Do you hold grudges for long?

19. Wild card: ask the mun any type of salty asks.

20. If you’re feeling salty right now, this ask gives you a free reign to pour out your frustration.

Also because I assume everyone is like 16 reblog with your age in the tags?

🔪 yus

Send 🔪 and I’ll write a drabble where my muse kills yours.

@kashiings

  —”I’m sorry, I haven’t exactly done this too often.” Ayane smiled sheepishly, beige eyes pinned onto his, dripping with sick anticipation. Soft, yet, marred hands clasped over him as the brunette inched closer to inspect his slowly worsening condition. Her smile, breathy, lingering of strong coffee as her frame shadowed his.

    “I don’t kill patients, not often anyway…you’re my first male, and well, you aren’t exactly my patient anymore, are you? Since you decided to just… wander off, and see another doctor. Shut me out so suddenly, made me feel useless.“ Her smile widened to something ghastly, observing him, every breath he took reduced to small pants, she held him up gently as Archer began to slump, dizzy, her gaze even more intense than before, what sparked between them almost felt like budding romance to her, but was just her hunger to kill that made her stares spark with electricity, that made her heart skip beats, ”I forgave you Kessler-san, after all, I’m sure you had your own commitments, and I couldn’t possibly stay mad at the man who gave my parents comfortable lives… but my curiosity took over so I slipped some cyanide into your alcohol while you weren’t looking so I could observe the effects cyanide has on a fully grown man such as yourself. Don’t take it personally, I just don’t feel obliged to cater for your health anymore, and I’m sure your other doctor wouldn’t mind one less patient in their life too, probably wouldn’t even notice.”

  Witnessing him starting to lose unconsciousness on her, a sharp pain jolted through his entire face, Ayane’s slaps were enough to drag victims out of their unconscious slumbers and temporarily back into reality. Still grinning eerily, the woman dabbed away some of his drool with a clean cloth and gently propped his head between her hands, returning his actions with stern eyes, “Come on, you’re acting like a newborn fawn. You barely have enough strength to hold yourself up, my dosage wasn’t supposed to kill you that instantly.” her tone, dripped with honey, silk, as she almost whispered to the man. She had watched him slowly succumb to cyanide without saying a single word before-hand and failed to mention what his acute symptoms really were until it gradually accumulated to this.  

  “So, before you start sleeping on me I, ah, …I’d like to talk to you about cyanide and the effects on the body, well, yours. This is when you should be admitted into medical care, for professionals like me to look you over, but for scientific research…I won’t do that.” The sudden headaches…the dizziness you felt, you couldn’t have thought it was just a pure coincidence right?” Ayane chuckled slightly, letting the man flop into her laps, of course, he was probably too weak to retaliate much, especially when she began to affectionately play with strands of his hair, the closest she’s ever been with others have only been through their death, as a dying person rarely has the mindset to judge her.

 “Your cells can no longer use oxygen and convert it into useful energy molecules for your body, isn’t that fascinating? without aerobic cellular respiration, your body can’t exactly make ATP, sounds familiar? and without that energy currency, your organs will begin to respire, expending all their energy and not actually replacing it, so what you’re feeling is well, how shall I put it nicely? Organ death? But don’t worry! All that grim stuff I was just spouting will just go straight out of that dizzy little head of yours! I’m not really sure what you’re thinking about actually, or if you’re really listening to me huh?”

  “ —Of course you aren’t.” She replied, her upbeat tone slowly dying down, and her features become more neutral the more Archers life slipped away from her very grasp, eyes slowly wandering away from his dulled ones, and icily pinned onto the contaminated wine he had. For what seemed like a lifetime, was only mere seconds of silence between them before Ayane cautiously muttered out,”Who will take over your business now? You must have a sibling that’s competent enough … I wonder what your funeral arrangements would be like Archer. I’ll be burning you to dispose of the evidence, but your official funeral, I will be going to as well, unless for some reason you want it private, I will completely understand. This is the only part of it that matters, where you die knowing I was the cause, and I’m the last person you see before you finally go out.” A hand lingered above his mouth, his breathing stopped, or was so faint it was undetectable by human nerves, it had caused the brunette to slide two fingers onto his throat, and press on his artery hard enough for the man to convulse before his heart actually stopped. 

 And she just sat there in complete tranquility, with a dead man, who was known by the name Archer on her laps. She thought about everything revolving his life, his family, his ambitions and career, those he deemed close to him, and a lover he would mention every so often. All of those memories quickly extinguished, and the remainings of the flames was a greyed body that lay lifelessness on the woman’s lap.  All that personality, his boldness, gone so instantly, it even moved the amalgamated abyss in Ayane’s core to an extent that may be considered human.

But the thoughts quickly vanished, as her humane thoughts were replaced by the other ones that orchestrated in her head, and in silence, his body was dragged away from the crime scene, never to be witnessed by another human again. A disappearance, and a murder, without traces of a killer.  She hoped that doctor was truly worth it.

Toy box exposé 2: three paddles handmade by W out of Australian timber. Left to right: unknown reclaimed timber from an old work shed (thud), camphor (smack), jarrah (slap).

Caption deleters get blocked.

I love this picture because I accidentally made Ayane look like a fucked up Jane from Tarzan.

— Ayane would pay to have someone punch her in the gut so hard that she passes out from shock. 

— @kashiings continued from here

   Ayane’s gaze averted away from his arm and finely tuned onto the beer cans placed next to his form, her high heels tapping away from his actions, the unnecessary hostility towards her pricked her skin. She wasn’t expecting him to be here, but he did cross her mind after he refused to show up to her appointments. Typical. 

 Stopping briefly for a moment, the brunette checked her Rolex watch, then her phone to accurately count the exact minutes she had been lingering around for. The cigarette she had tucked away with her other hand quickly extinguished on her thumb,  the pain received cut herself from replying to his words, and from result, gave the man a dead smile from the pleasure it gave her instead. 

   “I don’t need your money, Archer.” without thinking, his name slipped out of her tongue, how unprofessional, sneering,  yet she assumed he wouldn’t pick up on something so minor in such state,"You. .You should have been honest with me. This money is meaningless if I’m not doing my job, it’s unrewarded,  That arm I, You, You needed the treatment, and you disappeared and gave me money as if that was my only concern, did you think money was substantial enough for-”

  Ayane stopped, eyes widening with a cocktail of amazement and sheer horror. 

“Your arm. . .It’s. . .” Chilling, Ayane wanted to quickly retreat inside of her own apartment, possibly, it seemed like something her head pieced together, that wasn’t real, that was beyond her own capabilities,”You have an arm. . .How?!”

   Her ‘How’ turned into a surprised screech, cracking her voice, he didn’t need to see her anymore? He didn’t. She had no use for him, she lost a patient, and she didn’t do a single thing to even help him properly. Palms sweaty and shoved deep inside of her tanned coat pockets, Ayane’s heart raced with fury, fear. If this was a doctor, they were capable of doing so much more than she could ever imagine, a threat. Swallowing hard, knuckles turning white from the pressure. She took a deep, and lingered breath, without moving her focus away from his arm. She would have KILLED them, RIPPED THEM APART Archer was her PATIENT. This wasn’t part of.  . .the plan. . .her plan. 

 “Oh! So, It looks like you wouldn’t need my assistance anymore.” She chuckled nervously, bubbling with rage, hiding it with a sweet demeanor again, “Who did this Hm? Surely, if this person had to be some sort of. . .medical genius to have miraculously made you gain an arm, with no sign of stitching. . . or any type of surgical remaining. . .So don’t you think it’s wise to share this information?  They could help me significantly improve my own skills.” 

I applied for a course, in biotechnological engineering because I was too late to apply for any other courses in uni. Went to the place, the lecturer surprised me with a huge ass entry exam… I didn’t study it. . And I passed?

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i love how kindly you responded to this person who was most likely trying to be rude - definitely cut yourself some slack, dude

Thank you! although, even though the anon was trying to just wind me up, they were right to some degree aha. /,D Ah well, It’s all fun and games though. I appreciate the words. <,D

I’d love Ayane to be a rabbit doctor in the animal crossing universe, except she’s tiny, and most larger animals don’t even know she’s there.

feat Archer the horse ( @kashiings ) who killed her.

And then he ruins all the other horse health care in that village. ( @charmingxsolace )

why'd you write a yandere then lmao

ooc: I’m not even sure?! I thought I was quite good at romance when I was younger, and dabbling on the subject of love. Maybe I was more for affection and infatuation over real love. I just thought I could utilise that skill on a yandere, but now I struggle to write things that involve two characters merely talking…because I don’t know how to start conversations or keep them flowing. I’m just grateful that my partners have very bold muses in terms of personality that are relatively easier for me to react and interact with. If I were faced with small talk I wouldn’t even know where to start OTL. I’m grateful for my lovely partners. I’m getting better, slowly. I think I just have to cut myself some slack. 

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