Hello there! My name is Anzu Mazaki. I'm a high school student close to graduating aspiring to be a dancer.

I plan to study in New York to achieve this dream, but I have a long way to go. But, my friends are what keep me going.

Feel free to ask me anything, or just if you want to hang out, let me know!

And no matter what, I'll always be there for my friends.

((A Yugioh Ask/RP Blog for a teenage Anzu. Anyone can ask or RP anytime!))

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gioser3n:

Attack - Black Burning Burst 

d-poetry sent:

ATHENA <3 APOLLO feel free to do both greek pantheon asks uvu

Athena: Do you have any special talents?

“Well, I think dancing is a special talent. People always say that they can’t dance. I think it’s untrue, but after years and years of training, I know there are levels. I also… Uh, used to be able to do magic, but I let that go and now I think any residual powers I have are pretty weakened. 

Oh! Also cooking. People seem to love what I make.”

Apollo: Favourite song?

“Hmm… I’d had to say it’s a tie between Please Don’t Stop The Music and Give Me Love by 2PM.”

 

necrofia:

anzumazaki:

necrofia:

“Anzu, what kind of parents in their right mind name their child Necrofia? Or anything with “necro” in it? I’m guessing my Duel Monsters name comes from my necromancer name, but I’m not sure.” She shrugged, taking no offense to anything Anzu said. “Also, I do not find being stabbed and yelled at to be entertainment, so.”

Another mouthful of ice cream, the carton was nearly empty at this point. “Of course I’m raising the dead. And you? Still dancing?”

The girl pursed her lips at the comment, mulling it over before nodding. “I guess you’re right. But, you never know. Maybe it was a culture difference or something.” She shrugged, leaning back and crossing her arms, taking note of how much ice cream the woman was consuming. “I suppose that isn’t that much fun. I don’t see why you don’t leave Bakura if he just does that to you. I wouldn’t take that.” She waved her hand a bit. 

She nodded in turn once more. “Yeah. Trying to find a job again. I was hoping for the studio, but they’re all filled up right now. I’m just trying not to go back to Burger World. Does raising the dead even count as a job these days? I just don’t see how it would be useful aside from a zombie take over.”

“Huh. Never thought of that. Thank you for being culturally sensitive, then, I suppose.” A short nod on her part, before her expression became indifferent. “The Thief treats me well, actually. He just doesn’t tolerate it  when I’m out of line, —not that I’d want or expect him to—, and I hope you understand why breaking into your master’s house and eating his food is out of line.”

A soft laugh escaped the necromancer. “Necromancy is definitely still a profession. I’m actually in the process of working with a client who needs important information from a man who was killed. Zombie take-over is something to consider, though. Maybe when I’m unentertained enough.”

A simple raise of her shoulders was all she mustered to the thanks. “I had to be, since most weren’t to me when I was in America. Guess it’s just a thing.” She smiled a little before Bakura was brought up again and all the girl could do was place a hand to her forehead with a small groan. “Boy, getting yelled at and stabbed is a great way to keep you in line. I don’t want to know what you two love birds do when the heat really gets turned up.” She muttered softly before letting the hand slide down her face only to find herself in a different predicament. 

"I really need to stop giving you ideas." Anzu sighed, thinking that she might want to invest in weaponry at this point, since her magic was now moot. "That is a good thing then. You don’t have to use your powers just for evil then. You could be like those mediums on TV and get really famous since you’re technically the real deal."

necrofia:

anzumazaki:

necrofia:

She sighed. “Necrofia is my necromancer name. I had to work years to become a necromancer. Please do not diminish it, no matter how cute it is.” Another spoonful of ice cream, and another wave of the hand. “I told you, I was bored and hungry, and you’re decent company. You think I’m foolish enough to break into the Thief’s house for entertainment? Please.”

“Really? Huh. I always thought it was your original name and that you just became Necrofear when you… well, you know…” Her hand revolved in a small circle, trying to find the word before she just gave up entirely. “But alright… Besides, you might be. You never know, and I suppose it would all depend on the ‘entertainment’ you were looking for.” The suggestion was obvious in her voice before she walked over, kicking off her heels and plopping herself down in a chair across from the couch. “I’m glad you think of me as decent company. How have you been then? Raising more dead as usual?”

“Anzu, what kind of parents in their right mind name their child Necrofia? Or anything with “necro” in it? I’m guessing my Duel Monsters name comes from my necromancer name, but I’m not sure.” She shrugged, taking no offense to anything Anzu said. “Also, I do not find being stabbed and yelled at to be entertainment, so.”

Another mouthful of ice cream, the carton was nearly empty at this point. “Of course I’m raising the dead. And you? Still dancing?”

The girl pursed her lips at the comment, mulling it over before nodding. “I guess you’re right. But, you never know. Maybe it was a culture difference or something.” She shrugged, leaning back and crossing her arms, taking note of how much ice cream the woman was consuming. “I suppose that isn’t that much fun. I don’t see why you don’t leave Bakura if he just does that to you. I wouldn’t take that.” She waved her hand a bit. 

She nodded in turn once more. “Yeah. Trying to find a job again. I was hoping for the studio, but they’re all filled up right now. I’m just trying not to go back to Burger World. Does raising the dead even count as a job these days? I just don’t see how it would be useful aside from a zombie take over.”

necrofia:

anzumazaki:

necrofia:

“Hey, I worked hard for my name.” She made a motion with the spoon in her hand, making her look as serious as a middle schooler. “I didn’t see your mom, so she’s either not home or sleeping or something.”

“Thank goodness. That means I can clean this place up before she gets home. I’m pretty sure she’s out…” Her mind drifting, head turning away for a moment as she tried to remember where her mother might have gone. Yet, her attention turned back, shoulders sagging in defeat. “Fine, fine. But, ‘Fia’ is cute. Short. Although, your full name does make more sense… Wait. Hold on. Why are you here in the first place? Why my house?”

She sighed. “Necrofia is my necromancer name. I had to work years to become a necromancer. Please do not diminish it, no matter how cute it is.” Another spoonful of ice cream, and another wave of the hand. “I told you, I was bored and hungry, and you’re decent company. You think I’m foolish enough to break into the Thief’s house for entertainment? Please.”

"Really? Huh. I always thought it was your original name and that you just became Necrofear when you… well, you know…" Her hand revolved in a small circle, trying to find the word before she just gave up entirely. "But alright… Besides, you might be. You never know, and I suppose it would all depend on the ‘entertainment’ you were looking for." The suggestion was obvious in her voice before she walked over, kicking off her heels and plopping herself down in a chair across from the couch. "I’m glad you think of me as decent company. How have you been then? Raising more dead as usual?"

"Crap! I forgot Yugi’s Birthday!"

"Damnit. I’m a terrible friend. Ugh… What am I going to do to make it up to him?"

iotaku21:

so guys, and had started on this one while working on the other fan art, ^^;… ha ha, but anyway have a nice revolutionshipping drawing for you :3 ♥ ~*

necrofia:

anzumazaki:

“Yes, and eating my ice cream and breaking into my home while I’m gone for a while is the epitome of respect.” She rolled her eyes, dropping a dufflebag of her dancewear on the floor. “Well then, Necrofia, where’s my mom? You didn’t stash her in a closet somewhere did you?”

“Hey, I worked hard for my name.” She made a motion with the spoon in her hand, making her look as serious as a middle schooler. “I didn’t see your mom, so she’s either not home or sleeping or something.”

"Thank goodness. That means I can clean this place up before she gets home. I’m pretty sure she’s out…" Her mind drifting, head turning away for a moment as she tried to remember where her mother might have gone. Yet, her attention turned back, shoulders sagging in defeat. "Fine, fine. But, ‘Fia’ is cute. Short. Although, your full name does make more sense… Wait. Hold on. Why are you here in the first place? Why my house?"

“I got bored and hungry, what else?” she scoffed. “And don’t call me Fia, that’s disrespectful,” she added, mouth full of ice cream.

"Yes, and eating my ice cream and breaking into my home while I’m gone for a while is the epitome of respect." She rolled her eyes, dropping a dufflebag of her dancewear on the floor. "Well then, Necrofia, where’s my mom? You didn’t stash her in a closet somewhere did you?”

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