#✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered)

[tellnxlies]

Do you have a favourite Nao icon?

I love him and his stupid little hat

#✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #✧ ; ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉˢᵏ (.ooc)

[veritasvitae]

@chounaifu asked: ❝ Of course you're pretty, Executive Ariana! It takes people off guard when you crush their trachea. ❞ That's about as normal as a compliment from the repo man was going to be.

"And this, Proton, is why you're my favorite. Never change."

#the exact vibe she's going for #honestly the best compliment anyone could've given her #✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #ℝ ; ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵈᵐᶤʳᵉᵈ (.Ariana)

[evilendures]

https://youtu.be/2lNFVcbcTcY

#✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #that's it that's the post #I'm laughing so hard I CAN'T BREATHE #allmighting #🖐 ; ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰ ˡᵒʳᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ (.AFO)

[adcentrum]

@turnecoat​  asked: "Right -- an' you've got nothin' t'say for yerself then?"

“And what are you expecting to hear, Detective? Repentance for everything, or a promise that I’ll be plotting it out again, just you wait!” A touch of mocking in his tone . . . perhaps more than a touch. Snapping, and retreating back into himself just a quickly. Far from the only emotion that underlies his tone, though he’d be loath to bring attention to them all.

Exhaustion in the way his shoulders slump forward, eyelids forced back open in every moment that they tried to close. Irritation, and a hint of pain, words forced out through gritted teeth and blood-speckled lips.  No remorse, never apologizing, but an air of acceptance that it was over. Every carefully-laid plan laid to ruin. Blood, sweat, tears—gone, gone, gone, never to be seen again. What did it matter, now, what he has to say for himself?

"You’ve taken away our chance for a more perfect world. What does any of it matter, now?”

#ugly smashes together manga and game Cyrus together as I see fit into some unholy abomination #because game Cyrus was very. 'muahaha I will never stop trying' while manga Cyrus in the Distortion World repented and tried to help. #mine is sitting somewhere in-between #turnecoat #☄ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #v ; ᵈᶤˢᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵃᶰ ᶤᶰˢᵗᵃᶰᵗ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᵏᵉ (.post-defeat)

[amorfiducia]

@vindictes​  asked: " it's an honor to meet such a renowned professor. " >:)

"I’m just happy to share my research wherever I can. Really, I should be the one thanking you for allowing me to come here to discuss it.” And he meant every word, it was a wonderful opportunity to expand his ideas beyond Kalos alone. He’d been wondering for a while yet if this were a phenomenon that could be replicated or if there really was just something about that land that caused it to happen. Some sort of energy, so difficult to artificially create.

Difficult, but not impossible, at least not in his mind. That was why they pursued science, right? To chase after those impossible dreams, and turn them into the probable?

“How much do you know about Mega Evolution, Mr. Sakaki?”

#vindictes #✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #he's so happy to talk about this now you're never going to get him to shut up

[endoctrina]

"Aye frosty I got you an early holiday gift."

"How old do you think I am?!"

#I'm sorry I had this in my drafts for so long this is from Christmas #but hey someone's touchy about his age #❅ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #turnecoat #❅ ; ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ (.queued)

[humarise]

@mirrcrmcve​  asked: "you’re not a monster, you’re just human." (But said mockingly, he is insulting him)

// unsorted lyric starters

Camillus plastered on the same patient smile as ever, lips pressed tightly as he sought to repress all else. It was understandable, for their guest to be so upset by his current conditions. It’s never easy to accept that you’re sick, diseased, especially when you’d lived all your life up until then thinking yourself as healthy as the rest. A shaking of your entire reality, forcing you to re-evaluate everything you’ve ever known, and fight off the depression of knowing you cannot ever go back.

Some took to the truth more readily than others, and it was certainly seeming like Elias was in the latter group. A brilliant mind, and with knowledge on this drug development that went above and beyond just about anyone else in the world. Impressive credentials, and he did it all while still being inflicted with a Quirk, and a nasty one at that.

Humming lightly, a single finger beneath the prisoner’s chin to tilt his gaze upwards. So that they may see eye to eye, if only in a single way, for now. “Of course I’m not a monster, Elias...”

“...I’m the cure.”

#mirrcrmcve #☤ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #v ; ᶤᶰᶠᶤʳᵐᶤᵗᵃˢ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵈᶤᵘᵐ (.main)

[alitheias]

@domortis​  asked: "Well, if it isn't another heavenly soldier. To what do I owe the honor? Come to grant me my golden ticket into heaven?"

“ . . . not quite.” There were no weapons visible on the heavenly being, and he has done well thus far to keep both halo and wings tucked away where they cannot be seen. A human, by most accounts, until a trained eye saw far beyond.

What’d once been an expression of neutrality, curiosity, quickly turned into a troubled mess. Despair rolling off of the conjurer in waves, and he couldn’t help but frown, couldn’t bare to look away from the source. This soul itself seemed to reek of death and things most foul, such a sharp contrast to the usual that it made his head spin.

He had no shield nor sword with which to draw protection, nothing in that more traditional sense. Words and words alone were meant to have a world of power for the young celestial, though he’d never had to truly use them before. Truthfully, this was something that Naomasa should have left to his elders, far more experienced in the field and with individuals of ill repute. But he hadn’t been able to help it, curiosity piqued at the strangeness he’d felt coming from this place, and he’d been surprised to see a man at the very center of it all.

“I felt something . . . off, in the area, is all. You wouldn’t happen to know anything of it, would you?”

#domortis #⚜ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #⚜ ; ᵇˡᵉˢˢᶤᶰᵍˢ ᶤᶰᶰᵘᵐᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ (.queued)

[spiritkindled]

@profutured​  asked: “  It says so right here in your personal file.  ”

// AIdrés, again, to Ryuji. he's reading through team infernal's shit, don't mind him

His Master had thought this a place worth exploring, in his efforts at exploiting the more unusual features of this world. Just as the man had gone to Kalos so many thousands of years back, he now sent his servant to the south, hearing tell of a crater and its unknown origins. Unknown at least, as far as they had gathered, though they hoped to garner more information when they came into Paldea.

It’d been exceedingly difficult to find his way down here in the first place, and nothing short of startling to come across another being. None of his scans had indicated as such, and even now, he felt . . . absolutely nothing resembling a heat signature emanating from this figure. It resembled nothing of what he’d encountered before, even less so than the countless Pokémon threatening him at each turn.

Not only has it not registered on his sensors, getting the drop on the android when none had ever quite so managed that before . . . but it knew his designation, and possibly far more. Akuma’s posture stiffened, and he tilted his head to the side. Questioning, a mimicry of curiosity.

"What file are you referring to?”

#profutured #🔥 ; ɛʀʀѳʀ_ (.Akuma) #✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #just in case since I know I'm not writing Paldean muses myself yet: #scarlet violet spoilers #pokemon spoilers #scarvio spoilers

[celaresecreta]

@cllaboard​  asked: “Curse me”

// Let Aimaina curse your muse

May you wander these tracks till the end of days, twisting and turning and never able to find where you are going. Years following a single path, only for it to return right back to its beginning. Faced with any number of options, split directions that will take you Arceus knows where . . . but once again, it doesn’t appear that you ever had a choice at all. Once more, you’re taken right back to the start.

Left instead of right, talking to this man, befriending that one, making an enemy of all others . . . over and over, you try to diverge, but it all remains the same.

The poor conductor, in far less control than he’s realized. How long will it take for him to become aware? How long will it take for him to know that his destination has been set since the day he was born, and he’ll be here until time itself has stopped?

#cllaboard #✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered)

[perfectumflora]

@pulchramundii​  asked: "what is important for a leader is that which makes him a leader."

What a loaded statement, though after all this time, she’d come to expect nothing less. What qualities or circumstances gave someone the right to rule over others, to stand at the top and dictate their actions? Who could be the judge of that worthiness, and enable one single being to rise above the rest?

Such things made for endless debates, philosophy and sociology intertwining. But what Diantha really wanted to know was what  Lysandre  personally thought of it all. Just what he considered the answer to be, for certainly he had one prepared if he was going about making such claims.

“Tell me, then, since I’m dying to know. What is that makes a leader out of you?”

#pulchramundii #v ; ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᵉˢ ❀ (.main) #❀ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered)

[tellnxlies]

Holding a picture of baby masa aloft.

"This you? Almost didn't recognize ya without yer fedora."

"I—listen I was like 13 and where did you even find that—"

#he’s mortified 😌 #he was a cute kid #and his sister has access to so much photo proof of that #✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #turnecoat

[veritasvitae]

@turnecoat​  asked: Do you think Proton has girl power?

The only time he actually drinks his Respects Women Juice is when it comes to Ariana. For some reason that even I am not privy to, he’ll listen to her far more readily than he will Archer. She doesn’t even have to put up with half the bullshit from him that Archer does.

#I fucking #forgot you even sent that to him I only remember Naomasa and Hachiro getting it #turnecoat #ℝ ; ˢᵒ ᵃʳᵗᶤˢᵗᶤᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᶜʳᵘᵉˡ (.Proton) #✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #✧ ; ˢᵖᶤʳᶤᵗᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ (.queued)

[evilendures]

@mirrcrmcve​  asked:  💀 {To Kosuke}

// Send 💀 to see how my muse would try and kill yours

He sharpens a knife with the utmost of care, scraping the stone once, twice, thrice across the blade. Taking his time to ensure that it’s good and ready, though really, it’d be far more entertaining if he went in dull.

Letting it rest on porcelain cheeks, so perfect . . . so flawed, when the mask’s been peeled away.

They need to see what he does. They need to know what this doll truly is, pulled by the strings of those far his better, and burning the very stage on which he dances.

No one ever notices these types until they can smell the smoke, and by then, the exits have been long since sealed.

Naomasa doesn’t know yet. Naomasa’s far too gentle a soul to ever understand. This poison can never be allowed to touch his veins. It will never spread to anyone ever again, once the rotten core has been brought to the surface, laid out across the mantle for all to see.

"You have beautiful eyes, Elias.”

                 Poising the knife, and preparing to scoop. We’ll start there.

#﹖; ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ˡᶤᵉˢ (.Kosuke) #when I said he's possessive over his kids I wasn't kidding #✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered) #mirrcrmcve #tw dismemberment #ask to tag

[adcentrum]

@pulchramundii​  asked: “Maybe some people are just made to be shattered.”

“It certainly seems like it, sometimes.” The young man took a swig of his drink, failing at reigning in the face he made at the bitterness. Fitting, perhaps, for the tone of their conversation. And just like the dire topic, it was something that he’d rather have avoided altogether.

“The universe is a cruel place, mon ami—to some of us far more than others.”

#pulchramundii #v ; ˢᶤᵐᶤˡᵃʳ ᵉᶰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵉᵗ ʷᵒʳˡᵈˢ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ (.rainbow rocket) #☄ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered)

[amorfiducia]

@pulchramundii​  asked: bone

🦴 or 'bone’ // sender breaks one of receiver’s bone ( feel free to specify which bone )

Augustine went sprawling across the floor, and never even had the chance to pull himself back up again He was aware of a scream, somewhere off in the distance, and it took the far too long to connect it with the hoarseness in his own throat. Pain was such a wretched thing, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to forget the feeling of his leg utterly  snapping  underfoot.

He’d tried to run. He didn’t—he hadn’t expected Lysandre to come see him in the lab. They were meant to have more time to prepare, and it had only been a small mercy that he’d sent the students away already. The man had proclaimed to Kalos and the world at large what he planned to do, and it made him sick to even think of allowing that to come to pass. Truthfully, his stomach turned for how he had yet trusted the man, even after all that Lysandre had done.

Or perhaps that was the broken tibia, radiating all the way up to his hip and all the way back down to his toes. He’d put up so much of a fight, yelling and throwing things at the man, threatening to call the authorities and put a stop to this once and for all. But now . . . now he lay prone beneath the man’s feet, and Augustine could do naught but  stare  in a daze. Couldn’t help the tears that sprang forth, bitter as they were.

#pulchramundii #v ; ᵃ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃᶤᶰ ʲᵉ ᶰᵉ ˢᵃᶤˢ ᵠᵘᵒᶤ ✧ (.main) #✧ ; ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ (.answered)