#♠ ▌┊「V|DESPAIR.」 ❝ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ ❞

[lamentis]

               “You don’t think Kuma actually cares about you, do you?” Imagine sinking so low he’d show cruelty towards a child; he’s never looked at someone so young and felt so disgusted, but times have changed. It’s hard to remember, at times, that his captor hadn’t destroyed the world entirely on his own. “You’ve seen the people he manipulates and hurts. He’s a liar. And lying is all he’s good for.” / @childrenswar.

[lamentis]

               Deadpanned, “What’s a vegetarian zombie say? GRAAAAAAAINS."

@beliefbled.

[lamentis]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— you can’t text me but you can be on instagram

TEXT MSGS ♠

[contact: kumamon]

Instagram will validate my constant need for attention and drama, you leave me hanging for like literal hours. Or days. Or weeks. Remember that time you didn’t text me back for a full school year when we were freshman? I do.

At least my shitton of followers I’ll never meet will indulge me in my worthless vanity that leaves me feeling accomplished until I lay down at night and realize the world is meaningless.

[lamentis]

               “I loved you, you know  -------  you were one of my best friends. I trusted you.”

@desbearer.

[lamentis]

❛ you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous. ❜

VARIOUS STARTERS  ♠

               He’s supposed to be afraid. That’s what he knows – and part of him is fully aware that deep down, he still is. It’s impossible to look someone like Kuma in the eye and not feel dread pool in the pit of one’s stomach. It’s like being in front of a monster. Maybe that’s exactly what it is. He knows the entirety of his life is in the possession of someone who has snuffed out an entire world’s worth of them… to say his days are numbered is putting it optimistically. The more this creature starts to mumble about his boredom, the more aware he is of what’s coming. Broken bones, bullet holes, scars, lashes from the whip – they all lead to the same place. Part of him wonders how he’s managed to outlast so many of his other victims. Because we were friends? He doubts it.

          “  .  .  .  ” He doesn’t know what to say to him. Despite how mundane it sounds, it’s a threat on his life. From someone he used to admire, from someone he now hates… Does he let out his anger as Hamuko had tried to? Grit his teeth and pridefully bear it like she had? Mutter profanities like Shin? “I’m surprised it’s taken this long.” His own sarcasm is starting to run out of energy. He’s tired. His throat burns as a result of the blood he’s spent so much time throwing up and moving any part of his body hurts. In a twist of irony, he feels how strongly he doesn’t want to die here. He wants to fight, just like the rest of them – for the hope that someone is still out there ( where is Ken? ), that he can still do something to stop this… but he knows better. It’s over. The monster won. He’ll die here – and despite everything, he’ll be the one who quietly bears it, because he’s too exhausted to do anything else.

     “What’s the worst you can do, Kuma? Kill me?”

[lamentis]

and here i thought we were friends :/

               "Arisato thought you were hetero, so I think we can agree everyone’s perception is a little off lately.”