#parakosms

[ahsterism]

@parakosms asked: 013. — Strangle my muse. william @ michael 😌 // violent action starters

NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES he has stepped foot in places like this, it still sends a shiver down his spine with every step. The hallways are dark and damp, lit only by the weak glow of the flashlight Michael clutches to guide his way. On the walls where it shines, he spots decorations— streamers, birthday posters, deflated balloons, crayon-covered paper plates... he only sees them from the light that catches the walls. Otherwise, Michael keeps it positioned forwards, his entire body rigid at the thought of turning to see an animatronic in a room over. Not out of any fear of what they might do to him, not yet, but the fear of what he might find with it... inside it. The pieces had taken a while to put together. Hardly long ago, Michael would have thought it a blessing to be left by his father, craving the freedom and relief he would feel without his mirror-image hovering over him. Turns out the presence doesn't disappear that easily, and relief never lasts all that long.

Delving further into the eerily silent restaurant, Michael runs his hand over his back pockets once more— a handgun tucked in one, and a lighter in the other. He found the gun where he found everything else, stashed away with journals and blueprints and everything that clued him in to all the blood on his father's hands. He can picture his father's stern expression already, commanding him to run. Michael has never been good at doing what he's told.

He finds the man in a back room, forcing the door open with another hand lingering behind, clutching the gun without revealing it yet. "Father..." is all he says when they lock eyes, the same cold, unforgiving stare that held Michael under its thumb for all of his childhood still piercing through him now. He doesn't know what William is doing back here, something to do with tampering in a place neither of them are even WELCOME in anymore. Michael is strikingly aware that he could put an end to it... he NEEDS to stop it all, but it's too easy to freeze when looking at his father feels like staring down the barrel of a gun.

"It's over. I found it. I found everything. I know what you did, and I'm not going t- ah— ah...!" Michael STAGGERS as William's hands wrap around his throat, the action so sudden he didn't have a moment to react before the air was being stolen from his lungs ( almost like, through all this time, he's been looking for the perfect EXCUSE to do just this. as if sucking every last breath of life out of him in that house wasn't enough, it's never enough for William, Michael will never BE enough for him, not until he's choking on his mistakes ).

Michael thrashes against him, but William's grip doesn't let up, squeezing tight enough for him to feel the pads of his dad's fingers pressing rough into his skin. The flashlight clatters against the ground, in favor of Michael trying to push William away from him, no success there either. With every gasp for air, it feels more like his ribcage is CLOSING IN on him, the seconds go by agonizingly slow, taunting him, taking him out, giving him something to cry about— his chest tightens and his lungs constrict, and god, Michael feels so stupid and helpless and TRAPPED.

"A- aah, wh— ... l- l'mme g- agh-" He can barely form words, trembling as he tries to pry himself free, when an instinctual rush hits him and Michael leaps for the only thing he CAN do. He shuffles his hand back around to grab the gun in his pocket, tearing it out and aiming an IMMEDIATE shot at the ground. Whether it hits his father in the foot or not, he doesn't CARE, as long as it shocks him enough for Michael to stumble backwards, banging against the nearby wall and shakily holding the gun out in front of him. "Y'r not getting rid of me th- ... that easily, not yet."

[lattehearted]

“ Where’d they go? I dunno, but it’s not my job. ” Byleth for Ingrid lmao

She just barely resists the urge to sigh. No, it's not their job and frankly, it shouldn't be hers either. Felix and Sylvain were far from children; they were incredibly strong soldiers, good, kind, loyal men.

So why did Ingrid, even now, feel the need to keep an eye on them?

A theory crosses her mind; about all the people they've lost, about how she's unsure what her father will do when the war is over and she's still the only one with a crest and therefore a bargaining chip into financial security. And maybe, just maybe, she wants things to be the same for a little while long.

The sigh finally escapes, some of the tension leaving her shoulders as she ducks her head in resignation. "...Please, Professor, be honest with me," the falcon knight pleads softly. "Am I being completely foolish? Felix must want space to grieve alone and Sylvain is allowed to spend his leisure time however and with whomever he wants, but I just..."

She sighs again, shaking her head. With her hair pinned up, she can't hide the melancholy expression on her face, nor the slight flush of embarrassment. "...I guess I'm just so used to looking after them, I want make sure they're okay. Please tell me I'm being ridiculous."

@parakosms

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

So uhmmm... Christian horner is gonna be fifty in three days... In my f1 parakosm lewis and me have a ten year age gap... That means... Christian Horner and me would technically have an 18 year age gap but that feel like not enough so... I still havent really decided on an age for my paraself in my f1 paracosm but we'll see

Fucked around and found a fanfic and now I'm googling Christian Horners age to compare to lewis to how bad it would be if i added christian to my ✨collection✨ of f1 daddys in my paracosm

[withsorrowandregret-archive]

@parakosms​

❝    hm - hmn  ,    nope  .    no can do  ,    i am too busy with finishing up the snacks right now  .     ❞

[ahsterism-aa]

@parakosms​ asked: “   my  glasses  are  broken  …   ” kunikida @ atsushi // sticky situations

     “THEY’RE WHAT?” Atsushi is caught by complete surprise, slowly leaning back in his chair at the Agency’s office to see a dejected Kunikida, holding the remaining pieces of his very much snapped glasses— it’s an odd sight, of all the things for him to draw attention to out of the blue... Atsushi understands the shame of accidentally breaking something, but... the solution here should be easy enough, right? “Huh... can’t you make a new pair with your notebook or something? They’re definitely small enough for that, right?” 

[elmentalwish-archived]

#bullykujousara2022andbeyond

[superioritycmplx-a]

" what's an nft? ...does that mean 'nice fuckin tiddies'? " from Leon ofc :)

... "Yes. Congratulations. You've mastered internet slang and repeating this to strangers on the internet will have no repercussions whatsoever."

[valuehope]

@parakosms​ asked: anon vc ❓ how's the dumpy 🥺  // send❓ + and a question and my muse has no choice but to answer truthfully (had it not been for the laws of this land i would have slaughtered you)

   “THE WHAT?” Makoto spends a moment in thought, features pulling into a confused expression— clearly, it doesn’t click. “Do you mean the dump? ‘Cause the trash pit wasn’t any FUN, just...gross, I was knocked out for most of it anyways— and it’s not like I plan on going there again! Why does it matter?” 

[memoryrot-moved]

♛      plotted   starter   for   @parakosms .      ♛

♛      𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 .      ♛

          ruby   eyes   met   his      —      assessing   the   boy   who   gaze   back   at   her .      even   the   way   he   stood   seemed   to   exude   opulence ,      to   make   no   mention   of   the   suit   he   wore .      making   him   look   significantly   older ,      despite   her   assessment   that   he   was   likely   about   the   same   age   as   she   was .      he   didn’t   seem   particularly   pleased ,      though .      maybe   annoyed .      maybe   disgusted .      a   little   difficult   to   tell .      or   perhaps   it’s   a   poker   face .      (      not   enough   data   yet   to   tell ,      but   that   was   fine .      she   didn’t   need   to   know .      it   wasn’t   important   just   yet .      )      

          not   that   he   was   inconsequential .      in   fact ,      he   could   be   helpful .      because   if   his   parents   are   rich ,      perhaps   he   has   money ,      too .      money   she   could   convince   him   to   give   her   if   she   played   it   right      —      &&   considering   her   own   situation ,      she   did   need   it .      still   too   young   to   get   a   traditional   job ,      but   smart   enough   to   know   that   allowing   herself   to   be   taken   into   an   orphanage   would   be   worse   than   this .      so   the      ‘      kindness      ’      of   strangers   was   most   of   what   she   had   to   survive .      or   rather ,      her   own   cunning   &&   intelligence .      was   easier   before   her   sister   left ,      but   she   was   still   perfectly   capable   on   her   own .

          this   boy   might   be   different ,      though .      because   what   would   bring   a   rich   boy   to   such   a   bad   part   of   the   city ?      obviously   had   the   confidence   to   be   there .      either   reckless   or   carefully   planned .      hard   to   tell   which   just   yet .      besides ,      he   probably   has   bodyguards   or   something   just   around   the   corner .      couldn’t   imagine   that   he   was   there   alone .      but   she   also   wasn’t   sure   why   he   had   approached   her   first      —      couldn’t   tell   why   he   was   even   interested   in   speaking   to   her .      knew   well   enough   that   she’s   pretty ,      but   that   didn’t   change   the   fact   she's   obviously   got   no   status   to   speak   of .      so   for   the   moment ,      her   greeting   would   be   sweet ,      albeit   reserved .      uncertain   as   she   twirled   long ,   red   hair   around   her   fingers   idly .      “      i   haven’t   seen   you   around   here   before .      's   there   something   i   can   help   you   out   with ?      ”

[sensesdialed-aa]

@parakosms​ asked: ‘  cats are very pickupable and i think that was a really good choice on their part.  ’ from Freya 👉👈  // more popular text posts

    ALMOST IMMEDIATELY, a bright grin spreads across Peter’s face along with a nod that says he agrees completely. How could he NOT, with the both of them sat criss-cross on the floor with a cat ( not exactly theirs, but it’s fine! No one said they can’t play with it for a little while ) between. Between Peter’s responsibilities with school and Spider-Man, along with May’s job, they’ve never really had much time available for a pet, which is why he jumps at the opportunity to spend time with one whenever he can. 

   “Oh yeah, definitely, I mean— they probably knew what they were doing when they checked off pickupable on their list of cat traits! It’s great for us AND them, when, uh, when they like it, at least, which good thing this one does!” A reach forwards, and he gently runs his fingers along its fur, smile growing at the sound of a purr. 

[ahsterism]

heyyy michael, would you rather genuinely forgive your father for everything he's done or re-murder your brother :)

"WHAT KIND OF fucking question is that?" Michael knows it's purely hypothetical, but that does nothing to stop his reaction to... all of that suddenly brought up to his face. "... You know that doesn't make any sense, right? If any of us are at risk of getting re-murdered here, it's not him..." That part is said under his breath. "God... fuck, I guess— forgive him, if it meant... no, it doesn't even— I can't do that again. No, never, I don't care, my revenge isn't worth his life." It never was. "There, happy?"

[ultimaterealmofchaos]

Does the mun like to play games? & What irritates the mun? for Sakura!!

the source!

“She does. Very much so. Though apparently she is not a fan of... competitive games. She likes cooperative ones much more.”

“Quite a few things, depending on her mood. However, lately it has been the patrons of her workplace. She feels as if they do not treat her as the human she is, which sends her mood downward. She does not like it there, and I cannot say that I blame her entirely for that.”

[triggercmplx]

“ So, like… What’s your deal? Why are you so...like that? Who had too much fun with the color wheel in your character creator? ” to Leon from Cam lol-

“Uh, what was that? Are you talking about my hair?” Leon blinked, looking confused for a moment before agitation soon followed. Hand reached up, rustling through bright orange locks, seemingly insecure now that attention’s been brought to it. 

Wait, why was he insecure? Shouldn’t he be grateful for the attention? He wanted a change right, he needed change so this’d definitely been the right call so-Why did Cam phrase it so negatively? 

“Like that? What’s that supposed to mean, like what?” Brows furrow before he sends an accusing glare at the other. Maybe somethings never changed, no matter how much he worked on them...like his short fuse for example. “It’s different, I-I stand out so what of it?? You sayin’ I’m s’pposed to be ashamed of that? Well, I’m not so bug off.”

[fogclearer]

@parakosms​ asked: “ they  say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don’t . ” - from Byakuya

❥   𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

The breath that slips past her lips is caught somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. She’s exhausted, but alive — and truthfully, that’s all that matters. In the eyes of the Kirigiri’s, it’s all thats ever mattered. As long as Kyouko is still breathing, she’s expected to continue forward without any hesitation. 

“I’d have to agree.” 

Muttered in response, hands lifting towards her chest. Opposite hand curls around her left wrist, in the place a bangle had been sitting. 

( Perhaps it was time to go back to what she knew. ) 

[ahsterism-aa]

@parakosms​ submitted: hey saint how does this make u feel asking for a friend (me) // i'm going to kILL YOU SDKHJDSFJ

        "It makes me feel like I know why they call 'em hot wheels if you know what I mean, ahahah-" Someone put him down, please. 

[hopemaster]

🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope?

🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope?

To be fair, I don’t think Jin would cope. He’s already lost his wife and to lose Kyoko would absolutely break him, especially considering all his efforts into trying to get back to her. Honestly, he’d probably resign from Hope’s Peak on the spot and just lose himself.