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[cryobled]

​❛ how are we gonna win if we fucking die ? ❜

>>>                **❝** Dying isn’t on the plan so I wouldn’t focus too much on it… **❞** It was nice to have more intellectual people on the battlefield, sure. They helped plan strategies and sometimes they happened to be strong. However this…. wasn’t _helpful_. Killia wasn’t the best at consoling people on things like this and well… Even Christo _**(**_ someone who Killia considered to be the most anxious of the group _**)**_ didn’t worry about going head first into battle. >>>                  Balling a fist and leaving it rested at his side he turned to the judge once more however. **❝** If you’re that concerned about dying though, just stay behind me or by the clerics. **❞** >>>[vine is dead but our memories aren’t ](http://cryobled.tumblr.com/post/172100261612/iconic-vines-sentence-meme)

[impaler-prince]

Silent Malice

@judgcr

This town, much like any town, was like a distant country just waiting to be explored. Silent Hill had stood for 90 years and might stand for 90 more. Silence weighs steadily against the wood of every house and stone of every street. And as the fires burn ever strong below the lamp posts that will never flicker or the doors that will cease their opening and closing rituals of children happily leaving their classrooms, creating its black snow that falls still silent over the every rooftop and every wooden post...not a one could fathom what fueled...or started that fire all the time ago. 

Whatever walked there, walked alone.

A soft groan broke through the cold stillness just on the outskirts of town. A woman, with soft rose hair awakened from a rough, and forced rest. The car that was driven by her dear friend had wrecked into the side of a cliff. She had hit her head pretty hard just against the headrest of her seat. Her side was completely operable...untouched and unclobbered; though the same couldn’t be said for her friend. His side...it was completely abolished! A wreck! And...he wasn’t there. He was gone!

She panicked. Unbuckling her seat belt and unlocked the car door. Pulled the handle on the door and raced out of the car. 

“Val! Val, where are you!?”  She cringed. Feeling a sharp sting roll over her shoulders. The breeze rolled in like a blade shaving over a wooden log; leading her in the direction of town. She pulled on her coat and looked about her...the street was barren and polluted with fog and falling black snow that tainted her pale face and rose hair. The air felt too thick to breathe in, and each time she would, it would burn her nostrils and her throat immensely; making her cough and need to clear her throat. Looking back down the road where they came. What did we almost hit? I didn’t see anything, she thought. Or is Val just the worst driver she’s ever met? Wiping a little of the fallen ashes from her forehead, mixing with her sweat...she turned back down the road...and began to walk.

She was...completely, and utterly alone. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! He was...only coming with me so...that I wouldn’t be alone...

“Please...Please be alright...Valvatorez. I can’t...lose you as well...” She prayed. It was the most she could do, while she walked. And there...There was a sign just ahead. Old and worn with paint chipping and fog...oh, so much fog. From here, she could hardly make out the letters...but the closer she approached...there it was. In big letters...

“Welcome to Silent Hill”  They read.

“Nemo...Can you really still be here? Alone?”

Her fists tightened over her chest, over the crumpled paper that she held so strongly in her hand. A letter...one that she’d received regarding her lover; Nemo. It smelled like him. Like his old cologne...she hadn’t ever forgotten the way he smells or that...smile... He was here...he’s still in Silent Hill where she wanted so badly to settle down. Her heart sank to her stomach. Stepping back. So filled with fear to press on, but she had to! She had...she had to know! She needed to see Nemo! That’s why she came here in the first place. And now...Even Val went missing...

Am I...selfish for asking him to come along...? 

She took another step, crossing the barrier of the outside world...and a town where whatever walks there, walks alone.

The snow; the ashes...they were falling profusely now. And it looked like the fog...had began to grow thicker. She could hear her own heart beating.

“Nemo...” she whispers to herself.

[judgementradiance-blog]

@judgcr

   ⚔ - ❛  Human? ❜  

Shosetsu blinked a few times at that. He did agree, he did look fairly human, but he was not.

   ⚔ - ❛  Sorry. But I am no human - I am a buddy monster. Sword Saint Shosetsu is my full title.  ❜  

[tyrantrhys-art]

Sieglinde for @judgcr.

(5/13/2018)

[cryobled]

spring icons for @judgcr / @gorgcovs !

[impaler-prince]

"Flashback."

The breeze is soft and gentle with the ocean’s mist sprinkling over soft skin. Through raven black hair that slides and is taken adrift into the winds; tangling and winding...just as the waters that sing and carry songs from the deep to surface over the currents and land on shores. 

Such a beautiful world this could be. 

A call from afar catches the man’s attention; pulling him out of his dream like trance. He stands in the middle of a long shoreline with sand as white as paper. Looking up slowly towards the woman whom stood on the hillside cliff nearby.

“Come on, Love. The boat will be leaving soon. We’d do best to board now.”

He smiled while the rest of his body spun in the sand to face her direction. Up the hill and meeting with the young woman’s side. He was taller than her. Her brown locks blowing just as his own in the cool breeze. She smiles at him, with a hand caressing his and one of his own stroking over her hair. “Shall we, M’lady?” he asks with a gentle voice, holding the crook of his arm out for her to take.“My good sir, I’d be delighted.” she giggled in response, taking his arm and allowed him to lead her up towards the docks...a good and far distance from where they had stood.

Once aboard...everything would change...

Nothing will be the same...

That night. Out on the deck of the ship. He looked about, gazing over the approaching horizon beyond the ocean’s surface. There it was. The new land he’d been told so much about.

Once more, he was pulled back by a call...the same woman. He’d agreed to travel from his own home with her. He had known her for some time since his first trip to the public library. Since then, he’d longed so much to travel and help with ship yards like his father. A good man, he was and an excellent captain of them all. 

“Love, what are you doing? It’s freezing and it’s late...you should be resting.” she says, approaching the young man with her shawl open, coming to embrace him into her warm arms. He returned the hold, with his arm around her waist and his other holding her shoulders.“It’s you who aught to be inside...You could catch a cold out here, Mercy...”

He looked down at her, moving in slowly to press his forehead over the top of her head. She was shivering and her shoulders quivering. 

The young man was about to tell her to come along...come inside with him, when she looked up at him. Eyes red as a fire. Piercing into his own. Freezing him...petrifying him. What is this? I can’t...move, he thought.“You’re such a good man. I don’t want you to get sick so easily...” she whispers to him. Leaning up and pressing her lips to his own. His brows creased at the taste...like soot and and burned coal. It burned his lips and he was soon met with teeth...sharp as daggers playing with his skin.“I want you to last forever, my love...I’ll make you last forever.”

He had the right mind to pull away, but his body still remained unmoved as stone. The woman lunged at his neck. And the whole world had turned black.

He awoke. What felt like years later. His head was spinning and his body was aching. Sitting up swiftly and looking around him. Nobody. Just him...and his bed...and a candle lit in the corner of the room.

Where am I, he thought...feeling the ship as it curved over another wave. Still on the ship...so we haven’t landed yet.

He tried to stand up, only to feel himself wanting to stumble back down to his knees, quickly complying to his body’s whims...when he noticed. Something was off. Where’s Mercy? What the hell happened? What was--The shock of those red eyes hitting him hard, making him fall backwards onto the bed like he was just hit. He felt...fear. He was so afraid; yet...his heart. It wasn’t beating. His palms weren’t sweating. And his body wasn’t shaking. 

With a hand placed over his chest, he tried to feel for his heart. Where is it...where did it go? Am I...Dead? He thought.

When the door opened and there she was. Mercy...“Are you awake, Love? It’s only been an hour! I’m impressed with your timing!” she speaks with a chipper voice...strange. 

“What are you?” His voice was harsh. Rough as sandpaper on flesh. “What did you do to me?”

“Now, Love. There’s no need to get so upset. Now we can be together forever! Don’t you see? There are whole new worlds out there! New people to meet! And I want to share it all with you, Darling...” She whispers. Her voice still chipper and dreamy. She reached out to touch him but he pulled back. 

“What,” he paused, dramatizing the very word before he continued, “did you do to me?!” His voice, hissing anger. His once vibrant emerald eyes now fierce as a flame in summer. As were her own.

“I made you one of us...” she answered. Her smile and perked expression dropped like stone into deep water.

“A vampire...”

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8 people i’d like to get to know better:

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tagged by: @cryobled

tagging ( eight people ): steal this from me.

one ( name / alias ): Crear two ( birthday ): March 13 three ( zodiac sign ): Pisces four ( height ): 5′5″ five ( hobbies ): writing, playing videogames, looking too deeply into villains six ( favourite colour(s) ): blue and purple. seven ( favourite books ): uhhhh they change on a daily basis so i’m just gonna say i’m reading judge dredd and 1984 right now. eight ( last song listened to: ): Don’t Say A Word by Sonata Arctica nine ( last film watched ): Dredd. again. ten ( inspiration for muse ): uh. actual things that help me write nemo would have to be music. and rewatching the cutscenes. a lot. eleven ( dream job ): just. being a writer. twelve ( meaning behind your url ): he’s a judge. judger. judgcr. boom.

[mechaniicalinstiinct-blog]

i might be spending less time on this blog because i’m trying to get @judgcr​ off the ground so! there’s that

[cryobled]

8 people i’d like to get to know better:

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tagged by: @nitrochako

tagging ( eight people ): @netherbased @gorgcovs @judgcr @prince-of-the-netherworld @pharaoes @kingxfmischief @robocatandboy @kvetas 

one ( name / alias ): Lon / Bruno two ( birthday ):  August 29 three ( zodiac sign ):  Virgo four ( height ): 5′7″ five ( hobbies ): Drawing, reading, playing video games ig six ( favourite colour(s) ): Light blues, greens and purples seven ( favourite books ): I want to say things like Dracula and Sherlock Holmes but I dunno  eight ( last song listened to: ): Kidz Bop Thrift Shop nine ( last film watched ): Beauty and the Beast ten ( inspiration for muse ): I think it’s too early to say tbh  eleven ( dream job ): Artist for something  twelve ( meaning behind your url ): Well,,, he’s from the Netherworld Cryo Blood, but he’s not there anymore so the wound is past tense 

[impaler-prince]

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Beyond the Veil by Lindsey Stirling

[impaler-prince]

[darkheroclone]

judgcr replied to your post: "Oh, warden~!" And here comes Nemo, in a...

The judge’s eyebrows raised, and then a giggle escaped him. “Me? A Prinny? Any reason you’re focusing on that little fantasy than you throwing Joker into lava?”

He arched an eyebrow at him, giving him a flat stare. “... You’re not the one from around here, are you?” Goddammit. This is just great. A Nemo still in his crazy Pre-Redemption “Humans are scum” phase. Just what he needs to deal with right now. This day just can’t get any worse.

Alright. Well, might as well as continue to keep things civil here. He hasn’t started any trouble yet so far. Hopefully it’ll continue to last.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Okay first of all, it ain’t a fantasy. Seriously, it’s not. Just take a look around Hades and you’ll bound to come across the other you.” The blonde would rather show him the files he has on him instead but unfortunately the last cleaning Prinny crew accidentally misplaced the other day after cleaning the place up.

“Secondly, uh, are you blind? That creep doesn’t even look remotely like Joker! So why-- Wait, a sec. How the heck do you know him anyway? He never mentioned ever meeting you to me.” That’s because you never mentioned anything about Nemo to him, ya dork.