#wrsethngs

[crownvestige-blog]

@wrsethngs marched in. ⋆୨୧

          ❝ Fuyuhiko? ❞     There’s clear sadness in the low voice of the princess. It’s reasonable she feels this way ... everyone knew exactly why. & Out of everyone in the Jabberwock Islands, only the Yakuza could understand her pain. Sure, his grief & hurt could not compare ( not even in the slightest ) to the one she felt. His was far worse ... far too great for her to even match. However, it was a sensation, only those who suffered from the loss of someone dear to that idiotic killing game could understand. It ached ... it stung her heart so bad. It was even harder to breathe !! How could he handle this feeling for so long ... ? So alone ?

          Insecure on how to approach the boy, Sonia decides simply to step closer once her presence is made known. It’s incredibly difficult to feign a smile, at the moment, so she doesn’t. There’s a twitch at the corner of her lips, but as soon as it appeared, it dies out. What follows is her words, weak ... full of sorrow & melancholy.     ❝ Is it alright if I stay here with you for a while? ❞

[laststops-blog]

@wrsethngs said:  [ eridan, examine feferi (: ]

           >>  'just doesn’t sea-m vvery fair, fef.’

           eridan, you are holding feferi’s hand. it’s nice, and a staple of most of your feelings jams, but a complete pain in the ass when you lose your balance on her pile. it’s just so goddamn easy to slip when everything is so close to floating away already, and you never want to let go just to readjust yourself and ask for her to grab onto you again -- bloody water. never really did do anything for you, but she liked it better down here than on your ship. that makes sense. your ship is kind of a dump.

           you like holding her hand. it reminds you just a little of the badass business end of a harpoon -- sharp, unassuming unless wielded. compared to your own lumbering fingers, she’s downright dainty. while your blubber on about your ‘friends’, the fun they seem to have without you, you can’t help but stare at the spot your palms touch. you pity the fact that she looks so pretty whilst being so powerful. 

           hold on a minute. you what?

           shit.

           eridan. distract yourself!

           >>  'i mean, they all fuckin get on betta with each otter than they do wwith me.’

           wait. is she upset with you? she looks a little upset with you. for a second, you bluster, trying to keep your mouth from drying out completely. this is fucking moronic. you are underwater, and your mouth is dry? what kind of set-up is this? eridan, talk to your moirail. talk to her about literally anything other than yourself, you selfish piece of shit.

           >>  ‘fef? is evveryfin okay?’

           what are you going to do if it isn’t? not everything can be fixed by you heading out to hunt. not everything can be glossed over because you decided to put off killing the landwellers for a few more days. you shift, trying to catch her eye. she’s staring at one of the cuttlefish she keeps caged, an expression you don’t recognise in her eyes.

           she lets go of your hand.

           fuck. what did you do? more importantly, what will you do?

[fuilteach]

          mondo  squints  as  the  cold  settles  outside,  the  wind  blowing  hard  against  himself  and  chihiro  as  they  walk  back  from  the  gym.   he’s  usually quiet,  but  when  he  glances  down  to  chihiro,  there’s  a  small  smile  on  his  face.   “  hey,  y’know  you  did  like,  three  more  sets  of  reps  than  you  needed  to  today.   and  you  didn’t  even  say  it  hurt.   muscles  must  be  improvin’. ”  he  points  out.   @wrsethngs.   call.

[eludum-a]

❛ i had it under control . hundred percent . hundred and ten . ❜ / from kazuichi & the until dawn ask meme !

“…right. so you wanted the roomba you built special for the classroom to go mad with power and start chasing tsumiki-san around the room…?”

it even managed to eat her skirt, after she accomplished one of her ridiculous prat falls.

…no, wait. knowing souda, that was probably exactly what he wanted to happen.

[fireaether]

          she  feels  a  little  obligated-  and  within  her  right-  to  be  suspicious  of  this  student-  he’s  been writing  for  far  too  long,  and  she’s  more  than  a  little  wary.   ethel  knows  she  looks  far  from  approachable,  with  her  dead-ice  eyes,  half  her  face  concealed  with  a  neck  gaiter,  but  clear  signs  of  scarring  over  her  cheeks  and  forehead  deep  into  her  skin.   ethel  squints  at  asahi,  before  placing  a  gloved  hand  on  top  of  his  page.   “  what’re  you  doing?  ”   it’s  clear  she’s  not  native,  if  it  wasn’t  obvious  from  her  appearance,  her  japanese  has  the  accent  of  someone  speaking  it  from  an  english  speaking  country,  her  cadence  indicating  her  unease  with  the  language  still.     @wrsethngs  for  asahi!

[toalternate]

          “Does     passing    the    tree    ever    make    you    upset,    or    like...    Sad?”          It’s    unprecedented,    sure,    but    a    question    Annabeth’d     been    carrying    for    some    time    now.    She    realizes    the    weight    of    her     words    which     is    why    her    tone    is    soft,    in    the    following...           “Y’know,    Thalia’s.”

                   @wrsethngs        annabeth call!

[dieverge-a]

wrsethngs replied to your post: well i do guess i have to physically fight levi...

you weren’t gonna already??

i’m gonna clone myself so i can fight you Twice

[girlwise-a]

‘ why would i fuck a demon? simple, the status. imagine rolling up into hell already havin had your back blown out by one of their own. imagine you and a gang of other losers standin at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? legendary. ’ l . leo,

          “...UNDERWORLD,”           Annabeth    begins,    sighing.    She...    Truly    DOESN’T    know    where    to    start.    With    ANY   of    that.     It    takes    her    a    while    to    follow    the    train     (    or    whatever    vehicle    that    was    )    of    thought    Leo   had,    but     just     when    she     thinks    she’s    got    it...     It’s    LOST.                  “And    have    you    MET    a    demon    before?    REALLY    met     one?     Because    I    can    assure    you    NONE    of    that    is    how    that     works.”

[cybereffigy-blog]

          she  watches  with  her  hands  joined  at  her  front,  image  of  perfection.   his  entry  causes  her  to  nod  her  head  at  him,  before  kirumi  speaks.   “  ouma.   hello.   are  you  planning  on  eating?   i  can  serve  you  lunch,  unless  you  have  a  different  request  for  me  to  complete  for  you.  ”   her  devotion is unmatched,  certainly,  as  she  awaits  a  command  to  be  given  to  her  by  the  ultimate  supreme  leader.     @wrsethngs.

[laststops-blog]

☯ + masaru's battle....

CANON SCENES.

‘what? you can’t tell just by looking? these guys are the demons i’ve hunted down!’

the hero spreads his arms in a ‘v’, savouring the screams of his adoring crowd. he payed attention when they taught him about ancient rome. he imagines the italian sun beating down on his empire, baking the decaying bodies in the heat, casting him in fantastic light. give him his laurel crown and his imperial sword: masaru caesar, emperor of towa. not a king or a tyrant, but a benevolent leader that loves his people, that builds straight roads to a future without fear. 

two silly girly demons won’t stand in the way of his city. they may try to stop him, but they will die doing so, and join the pile of the dead beneath his feet. it will be a shame to break the combo, but two girls will no doubt be lost amongst the sea of men masaru had cut down and built up. he’ll just leave them at the bottom, like the flavour of sweet he likes least. they will turn to sludge in the pools of maroon collecting in the dirt, and he will forget their names, and paradise will draw ever-closer.

they don’t seem impressed. ‘how ‘bout it?’ he crows, jumping up and down in his glee, ‘it’s worth one trillion brazillion points!’ because this, like everything else, has been turned into a game to hold his interest. the leader wins everything (rock paper scissors, fights for territory, footraces, hunting games), and this is no exception! 

their green-tinted skin and unabashed horror annoys and upsets him. he’s sick of having his efforts overlooked! if they want to cry and howl, he’ll give them something to cry about! ‘just because they gave birth to us and raised us, they thought they could control us all!’ he turns to his peers, the children, mouth open and grimacing, arms spread wide, encompassing, welcoming. ‘as hero,’ he proclaims, reminds them all exactly who they have to thank, ‘i hunted them down and let everyone go free!’

masaru folds his arms in defiance, chin jutted. they haven’t caught him doing anything wrong. demons are demons, and violence is violence, and some things need to be done. some adults need to die. the kids chant for him, love him, need him. ‘now, now,’ he giggles, waving the crowd down from their frenzy, ‘don’t praise me too much.’ he is a humble emperor, after all. ‘i just did what any good leader would do…’ and he is a good leader. the best! he might not be smart like nagisa or cutesy like kotoko, but he knows how to get things done. he’ll do anything to fix what he needs to fix. they don’t get to protest his position, because he won it, fair and square. 

as a good leader, he understands the concept of sacrifice. he and the others, they know how this needs to end. ‘i made a promise with the warriors of hope,’ that rabble-roused group they are, the shoddy little party they’ve become, ‘if i’m gonna turn into a dirty, mean, ugly, smelly demon, i’d rather die as a kid!’ 

rather die than lose his fight. rather die than see himself change. rather die than outgrow his jersey. rather die than become so cruel.

they cheer. they love him so, so much.

‘you see? you can hear it, right?’ they need to. they have to know the extent of his reach before they die. he is powerful, and he is worthy, and he is in control. he is in control! ‘everyone loves me… they appreciate me… because i’m their hero.’ and they’d needed one, because towa city is a place of fear. because towa city is a breeding ground for hatred. because towa city is his playground, now, not theirs. because his first order as leader was to tear apart a corner store that mattered to no one but him. because he killed the one that wronged him, and everything felt lighter. 

the one that wronged him was dead. still, masaru hunts. still, he doesn’t feel better. the world isn’t better.

‘if i… hunt down every single demon, then nobody has to be afraid anymore.’ children don’t deserve to cower. children don’t deserve to cry. children are the future, and masaru needs the future, and he needs the children, and they need a hero, and ‘they won’t need to be afraid of the violence, and the pain!’ his voice breaks and ‘w-won’t have to… afraid…’ he needs to keep talking because if he stops, he’s scared he ‘i-i won’t be afraid, i’m not… scared! at all!’ might start to cry and ‘i don’t have to be scared of the dark,’ crying makes it worse and ‘the pain, and the alcohol smell… not anymore!’ the door will slam and the glass will smash and he’s going to hurt, hurt, hurt ‘not anymore! no matter how much you beat me,’ you stupid big girls, you stupid vicious bullies ‘i won’t be afraid anymore! you hear me?’ 

oh, they hear him alright. they hear him sob, tears streaming down his face. in the imaginary italian sun, they boil, turn to mist. in towa city, they fall.

‘not going to be… afraid…’ 

the tension that means the trembling begins, as always, in his longest fingers. he pulls his left arm from where it had been viced (protectively over his head), stares at the callous and filthy palm as it shakes and wavers. this is weakness. right here, this! this is what he needs to destroy before it destroys him and his plan and his city and his people and his italy and his hope and – (and all of his games are messy, blurring, wrong!) he’s getting mixed up.

‘yeah, th-that’s weird,’ he mumbles, still smiling at his public. they wave their fists in the air, thumbs tucked firmly in. 

the first blow never hurts. adrenaline never catches up to him until he’s too deep to turn back (like when he ran, ran, ran for a full day and still couldn’t collapse). his arm keeps shaking. that deserves another! he strikes again, again, harder, snarling at himself, at the defiance in his own body. he understands hatred. he understands humiliation. he understands his father. 

he falls to his knees and pins his fear against the floor, slams it into submission over and over and over until it learns its lesson(!), until it learns how embarrassed he is(!), until it learns to never make a fool of him like this again(!). ‘a hero isn’t afraid of anything! a hero isn’t afraid of dying,’ in a locked closet padded with filthy clothes to drown out his crying, ‘of killing,’ of how long it takes for a body to stop squirming, for those that recognise him to stop looking so sad, ‘nothing! so just stop it! stop shaking!’ 

eventually, it goes numb, more blue than it is flesh. eventually, he stops, breathing hard, ready to play. eventually, he starts to cackle. eventually, he always wins. 

‘it… finally listened to me,’ he tells them, the implication being you will, too. the limb hangs limp, unmovable, practically dead. the feeling will creep back in, soon, and when it does, the real game can finally begin!

his fighter lands in the killosseum, defence and attack maxed. he holds the controller lop-sided, favouring his strongest hand. the other, still purple and swollen, twitches. ‘watch me, everyone!’ he throws up his good arm, commands their attention, their adoration, all for himself! ‘the leader of the warriors of hope! the hero!’ he needs them to know. he needs them to agree. ‘i am gonna defeat these wienerless demons in no time!’ they love him! they need him! he can’t lose! 

the emperor makes his decision. 

thumbs down.

[laststops-a-blog]

"i thought i had more time to accept myself." chihiro (: @ leon

          idk  which  meme  this  was  from.

       '  don’t  say  that  ,  ’  and  it’s  more  of  an  order  then  a  request  .  ‘  sounds  like  you’re  already  givin’  up  .  ’  leon  smiles  ,  a  weak  and  ghostly  version  of  the  grin  he’d  been  baring  just  under  an  hour  ago  .  this  whole  place  feels  constrained  ,  diluted  ,  somehow  .  leon  can’t  explain  it  ,  but  he  feels  drained  .  something  is  feeding  off  of  the  energy  he’s  losing  ,  and  he  won’t  let  it  take  chihiro  ,  too  .  ‘  there’s  always  more  time  .  neither  of  us  are  on  the  chopping  block  yet  ,  huh  ?  ’

[oldlondons-blog]

‘ every year, it’s getting worse, hell on earth. ’ / from kelton !

he’s some kind of poet.

             ‘  yeah  .  ’  he’s  easily                            influenced by the attitudes of others, but this he can decide on all by himself. ‘i don’t -- i just want it to get better, but i suppose that’s not exactly revolutionary.’ what he means is, he just wants everyone to be a hell of a lot nicer, but that feels a little hypocritical coming from someone with a temper as short as his. ‘kind of a basic thing for a lyricist to say.’ 

[gungambled]

❝ Wait… What? Did you say “eat people”? Are you a cannibal, Celeste? ❞ / from kokichi & the b99 ask meme !

     “ i was ALREADY aware that you were an imbecile, but thank you for proving it once more. “

     spoken in that DISMISSIVE manner she often houses -- an indication that she does not CARE what he could possibly have to say to her. it is mere SOCIAL construct which keeps her entangled within this conversation beyond mere insult. and so a SIGH befalls her, a pale hand rising to twirl in the black locks which frame her face. 

         “ the phrase was to “ eat someone alive. “ and it means to EXPLOIT one’s weakness and use it upon them for one’s own game. truly, you must have at LEAST known that? “

[toalternate]

              “HUH,    look    who    finally    decided    to    come    ‘round.”         Annabeth    holds    a    slight    smile,    helmet     secure    under    her    arm    as    a    greeting.           “Are    you    just    popping    in    or    do    you    plan    to    stay    for    longer,    Nico?”

                 @wrsethngs​        annabeth call!

[towereing]

sometimes, i think i kill relationships for art.     i start up all this shit to watch them fall apart, i pay my bills with it.      i watch them fall apart, then pay the price for it.       i watch them fall apart, but i just want to be fucking happy.

prev. on wrsethngs.

[girlwise-a]

‘ not a day passes where i don’t embarrass myself but it’s ok because i’m on the path to destroy my ego so i won’t be embarrassed anymore. ’ from leo!!

           “--Y’know,   you    could    stand    to    be    a    little    less    SELF    DESTRUCTIVE.”            She   DOES    care;    though    it    might    come   across    as    JUDGMENTAL    to    anyone    else.    Annabeth’s    tone    and    general    demeanor    paint    a    more    intense    picture    than    what    might    be    present    in    actuality.               “Or,    I    guess    destructive    IN    GENERAL.”