#pre-main v.

[uppertwo]

❛ Death comes for us all. It is what we all have in common. ❜ (mayhap from kotoha???)

i lost the meme :) / not accepting.

and dōma takes in her words — letting their flavours sit on his tongue, before finally speaking, “...it doesn’t have to be that way.”

a shake of his head, “or perhaps for me, it never will be. i am the gods’ favourite prophet — i believe when my final hour strikes, that they will spare me.”

“and if you want, they could spare you too,” a smile, ghastly, “the three of us could be together forever.~”

[hakuuji]

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean. (To hakuji from koyuki maybe???👉🏼👈🏼)

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! / accepting!

and at first, he’s silent — painfully so, even as she’s so kind to him. he didn’t know how to open up about his attraction to violence, so instead, in shame, he bit his tongue. even as her hands — so unbruised, so uncalloused — guide over his own, hakuji’s brow can’t help but furrow, hands unconsciously turning into fists.

“you don’t have to worry about me, you know,” was he pouting? “i can do this myself, you’re just expending your energy for something stupid.”

and then, upon inadvertently calling her stupid — hakuji immediately backtracks.

“i mean — i mean i didn’t mean that. sorry. you can keep cleaning my hands if you want to.”

[rabbitprose]

@tsukkiakarii / sc.

“kokushibō-dono,” he’d been putting on some weight, finally. he was starting to look more like himself by the day — like who he should be. he calls to her with a smile.

“i want to learn how to hunt,” he says, “you can’t feed me forever, right?”

[restlesstown]

and for the first time, anger was presented as an option, rather than an inevitable fate. alessa shifts from one foot to another, “mommy says i need to suffer.”

and then, after a pause much too weighted, she continues, “those wings are from god, she says. god is the reason why i can do things like that — and it’s up to me to let it come out one day.”

a sigh, almost like she was tired of running over something that had been endlessly repeated to her, “and mommy says that i need to be tormented for that to happen.”

Watches, mindful and curious: it almost seemed as if she didn't control the wings herself, not willingly. Like a cat retracting its claws, the bloodied wings vanish--though Kokushibō's remain.

Perhaps she were simply too young? Yet, even as the thought crosses her mind, a gut feeling tells her its not that either. Kokushibō draws closer, then kneels before the other so that she may speak more at eye level, her wings draped around the two. "I don't--I can summon them whenever I wish to. Must you become angry, dear?"

[wonder-worker]

Here’s the thing I need people to understand:

Even if we believe that the (entirely unproven and far too politically convenient) pre-contract story between Edward IV and Eleanor Talbot was true, it doesn’t actually matter. Even if it was hypothetically true, there was still no reason why Edward V – who was already King at that point and was referred to as such – couldn’t have been able to succeed his father regardless.

David Horspool (Richard's own historian) summarizes it better than I could, so I’m just quoting him here:

"[Richard also made] no allowance for any potential solution to the problem that might have re-legitimized Edward V and his siblings. These included securing a retrospective canonical or papal judgement of the invalidity of the pre-contract; an Act of Parliament legitimizing the children of Edward and Elizabeth Woodville’s marriage, as happened to Henry VIII’s variously tainted offspring; or even ignoring the issue and proceeding to the coronation of Edward V, which would legitimize him by making him the Lord’s anointed, and render allegations of his bastardy as newer versions of the old tittle-tattle about his father."

In short, even if Edward IV truly had a pre-contract with Eleanor Talbot, and even if all of his children with Elizabeth Woodville were supposedly illegitimate, it should by no means prevent Edward V from succeeding his father to the throne. If Richard truly wanted to support his nephew, he had a variety of useful and entirely workeable options to choose from. Instead, he officially declared his nieces and nephews (including a literal 3-year-old) illegitimate, kept Edward V and his even younger brother confined in the Tower of London, and declared himself King.

Why didn't Richard take these actions, all of which he would have been well aware of? As Horspool says simply: "that Richard took none of these courses was because he had no interest in doing so."

The ONLY conclusion we can come to based on Richard's actions is summarized most succinctly by A.J Pollard:

"The truth of the matter is that Richard III did not want Edward V to be legitimate because he did not want him to be king."

[roxannarambles]

I still think the DLCs should have focused on the 3 main characters from the main game and not introduced any new characters unless they're supporting characters

Frickin' . . . Ogerpon's story is custom-made for them to all relate to. And the theme with masks and such . . . look at them. Look, here's Penny, literally hides behind the persona Cassiopea, Arven who puts up a prickly tsundere front, autistic Nemona doing the thing that is literally called masking,

Every single one of them understanding being an 'outsider' and a 'weirdo' in their own particular way, and you're trying to tell me the DLC wasn't for them?

[azaisya]

biiiiiiig stretch!

[stopthecarrrr]

@rebelliousfamily asked:

"I don't want to be alone tonight." (from nancy)

"D'you want me to stay with you?" Steve replied, trying to ignore the way his heart jumped at that little idea. It was no secret how he felt about Nancy. How he'd always felt about her even after all they had been through. In complete honesty, Steve wasn't sure that his heart would ever really belong to anyone but her. He'd thought at one point that maybe Robin would be that person but that was before he learned the truth about her. Other than that, no one had ever caught his interest above a small fling. Nancy was still the person he saw his life progressing with, a part of him feeling guilt for that since he didn't know how she felt where all of that was concerned.

[uppertwo]

@festivaloffire / starter call.

“but kotoha-chaaaan, i don’t wanna to go all by myself!” a pathetic whine from dōma — there was a special event coming up at the temple; a grand feast hosted yearly, shared together with everyone involved being dressed to perfection. the cult leader, however, never found much reason to go outside — even if it meant finding appropriate attire for such an occasion.

“can’tcha come with me…? clothes shopping can be sooo boring when it’s just me.”

“maybe we could find something for you, too?”

[littlebadger]

@25-centz   ♡'d   for a starter !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【  Sometimes Danny got so lost in his thoughts that he’d wander for what felt like ʜᴏᴜʀs, barely noticing how far he’d gone until he ended up in a completely different neighborhood—or in this case, a dead-end cul-de-sac. He stopped, blinking in confusion. How long had he been walking? And why weren’t his legs aching? Must be that super-human ghost stamina kicking in.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Hey, kid— ❞ Danny called out to the nearest person he spotted, despite the fact he was practically a kid himself. ❝ Uh, what neighborhood is this? Or... city? ❞ he quietly added, half to himself.

[uppertwo]

and there was heaven, in his smile. the reaper coming to take another soul, there was acceptance within the look he gave her — calm, peaceful, and gentle, “make sure you and your brother stick together after everything, yeah?”

a short nail atop his finger lengthens to a point — becoming a curved, blue talon.

“it’s important to me that you both continue to love each other,” and then, within a blink of an eye, the talon is shot through her head — injecting blood into her brain, just like muzan had shown him.

“love is all we have, ume.”

continued. | @uppertwo

Ume shudders, but nods softly. She knows that, on top of this, her brother would be by her side. This is a fresh start for them both, something she could honestly get behind. She breathes to calm herself and then looks up at Dōma. "Okay. I'm ready."

[rabbitprose]

@setsunaid / sc.

“kotoha,” he speaks with an oddly serious tone — he’d been shut away for a long time, talking to someone. had she worried for him? he hoped not — it would make things more complicated.

“someone found their bodies,” he lies to her, “your husband’s, and your in-laws.”

a pause.

“i’m deeply sorry for your loss.”

[byberbunk2069]

Actually Ronnie was there when Corpo V went to visit Jackie at Lizzie’s to talk about the Abernathy job, after a certain incident that also got Veil in trouble.

At least she was there for @gibson-girlboss’s Corpo V.

[accultant]

“ have you found what you’re looking for ? ”

Iago glances up at the voice, surprised they were spoken to at all. They had hoped they could pass by the prisoner unnoticed with an easily overlooked presence the same way they have with any of the Myrkulites crawling around. It's only been a few days since Iago stumbled into Moonrise Towers, half-alive, requesting sanctuary from the Bhaalists ( and more concerningly, their sister ) that they had just betrayed and abandoned. 

They’ve yet to fully come to terms with or even begin to get a grasp on their position here ( or, horrifically, what they'll do next ), so they've spent most of the past few days recovering from a myriad of injuries and trying to avoid each and every person here. 

That does not include the resident pest, Steelclaw, who is the reason they were drawn from their quarters in the first place. She’s stolen their hair tie. Chasing a cat around while they’re still limping a little and their hair is over their face like curtains does very little to help them look like they belong.

Iago looks at the prisoner for a long few moments, curious, ignoring their own less-than-ideal presentation. They have no room to complain, they suppose, at least they’re on the other side of the bars. 

When Iago responds, it's to answer his question with one of their own, their voice slightly hoarse from disuse, “Did a cat run through here?”

[rabbitprose]

“—but inosuke, your mother will eat me if i let you go out at night!” he struggles to hide the laugh that rests in his chest, slight giggles slipping out between words. he was such a funny child.

“—and speaking of that — the wolves and bears would gobble you up in moments too,” a sigh, as he tries to think of a way to quell the child, “—buuuut if you want to go on an adventure…”

“...maybe i can take you to the garden? we can have a competition — who can catch the most night time insects.~”

A vigorous shake of the stubborn child's head. Dark locks of hair danced by each side of his face, gently brushing the skin of his cheeks.

"No! I'm not tired! I wanna go outside when it's night too! There's more animals at night, right? I wanna see the animals!"

He was at the age where he could have stopped throwing tantrums, if only he hadn't figured out that it was a good way to get what he wanted.

"Don't get in my way! I'm gonna see the wolves and the bears!!"

[samuhelll]

@sharpsuite asked: ❛  this day feels like it’s never gonna end.  ❜ 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰 (accepting)

Sam sits deep enough so that the back of his chair slants. The hour encroaches slowly towards night, and though the blinds are drawn, he can well imagine that the sun has started to slither down past the concrete city and behind the dead, empty streets. 

This man with his long, bleached hair and too-cool-for-school look— Sam actually wishes, really, that the power worked. He’d charge his phone. He’d catch something on TCM. Turn on the radio. 

“You should’ve seen it back when. You guys- sure, you have your computers and your smartphones—power to you—but the golden days? I’m talking wallball, 25-cent comics, and this little thing I like to call” —he holds up his hands. He waits for it— “soul-searching.” 

Clever. Sam keeps his elbows on the desk. A battery-powered clock still ticks, counting down the seconds. All of this to say—

“Two words.” Sam smiles. “Carpe diem.”

Life is what you make it and seize the day. Or as much as a death-trap city will let you.