pride the arrogant

"Wrath and the like do no exist inside me. There is no wrath, or lust, or sloth, or greed, or gluttony, or envy, such emotions have fled from my father. My name is Pride." affiliated with citta alveare. apartment: Q-4 | weapon: flashlight to make shadow puppets with. rank: noble. retained ability: since the shadows are unable to be harmed, once his container is destroyed he dies like every other citizen-- though he doesn't feel the pain the following day, and due to not being able to use his shadows he can't take over another host, therefore staying in selim's container upon living again. weapon: his shadows lift off the ground and form something like a sword, which can stab through anything a sword can. they can be deflected by anything strong enough. P.S.: im so sorry

[riboku]

[amourrpropre-blog]

♛. where are your gods now? — ; pride&judar. )

[rukhism-blog]

Carmine, sardonic optics watched intently as spiked shadows raised off of the surface in a wondrous feat. Viewing the genocidal act from a distance, the aerial mage hovered in an elitist fashion above the metropolitan as citizens fell victim to the malicious onslaught. Hoards of flapping blackbirds rapidly swelled around the smaller individual, threatening to burst into an obscure cyclone caused by purely wicked intent. Upon further inspection, the distinct, hollow feeling recalled his recent partnership with a rather envious being.

Assaulting unsuspecting residents would—undeniably—be an action performed by the despotic conjurer.

Sable, narrow strips of shade lunged forth without forewarning, plunging through the fragile skin of many civilians. Plasma soaked the grounds beneath them, covering the city’s concrete with red pigmentation. It was truly a hellish sight, one deemed aesthetically unfit from the source that inflicted such anguish. There were plenty of things to question, though he was certain that the boy was no mere human—if human at all.

An audible crunch could be heard as the Black Sun took a bite out of his fruit, slowly lowering himself into the chaotic scenario with little skepticism.  Confidently gliding towards the smaller being’s location, the Magi picked up on his proclamation.

“If there really are gods out there, I wonder why you all seem to find despair so easily? So much for the science freaks being anything greater than lowly humans.”

Appearing behind the heathen, the sound of clapping emanated, followed by a whimsical tone of voice.

“Oi, chibi. That’s an impressive skill you’ve got there! But your speech was a total drag. Cursing the scientists won’t get you any farther than where you’re at. You’ve gotta learn how to play the game!”

Stretching out both arms, the wizard nonchalantly whipped his magical item back into it’s folded form, placing it discretely inside of his baggy black pants. Aureate jewelry gleamed as Judar descended onto the pavement. A simple shrug of the shoulders shifted into the following statement.

“‘Sides that, I’ve come to realize that there are some strong people who live in this stupid city. You’ve just gotta learn how to spot them out.

…and if you haven’t met someone powerful yet, look no further. You’ve just met ‘em, kiddo. Or should I show you exactly what I’m talking about?”

[amourrpropre-blog]

He hadn't sensed any sort of presence prior to the calling of him, the older, and rather exposed youth giving the younger a rather odd-sounding nickname to catch his attention. Strange as it may've been, he didn't see a problem with humouring his company and challenging his thoughts.

"You don't know what my intentions are, so you can't exactly know that for sure, can you? Though I'm guessing that game has something to do with getting farther in this city. Unless it involves getting out of here, then I'm not interested."

He found it odd how the boy seemed to float there for a moment, as hovering and making no noise would explain his blindness. Obviously this man wasn't human either, so time spent toward him wouldn't be too much of a waste.

“‘Sides that, I’ve come to realize that there are some strong people who live in this stupid city. You’ve just gotta learn how to spot them out."

Admittedly, the sin hadn't been aware of anyone "strong" aside from his brother, but no one had been as powerful as himself. Finding someone who could possibly match him certainly felt unlikely.

"You're rather confident. I don't recall trying to find anyone else powerful in this city, since I don't really care. What use could you possibly be to me?" Shadows danced beside his being, impatiently swirling around his feet and stretching farther into the dark crevices of the street as if itching to to be exercised more. It had been far too long since he'd gotten the opportunity to slaughter, so he had best not let this chance go to waste; especially so, he added begrudgingly, if this man shared the same dislike for humans as he did.

"However, if you'd insist on showing me what you can do to further rid this space of pesky humans, be my guest."

[redeyedqueen]

open} beginning farce

[redeyedqueen]

Lacie knew nothing about the asphalt streets and mechanical vehicles that littered the road. She came from a time long before all of that, and gave each passing one a slight curious look, like a child seeing something for the first time.  She’d have to make sure to be careful about how she went about those things, especially since they seemed like they would hurt if she was hit by one. The younger seemed the most well informed about these types of things, so she’d just mimic him in whatever way was needed.

The female watches as the child counted on his fingers, wondering what he was doing. She licks her cone a few times; careful about what ran off the sides. She didn’t want have it on her hands and risk getting them all sticky and whatnot. When the difference between ages is given, the female finally understands why the younger was counting. He seemed to be good at math, which was good. “It’s not that old.” She repeats again, “You’re just really young, so everyone seems old.” She remembers being like that when she was around his age, so she understood well enough.

When the equation was given, Lacie quickly does the math in her head. “Sixty then?” she inquires, just to make sure she did it right. That was a bit old to be having a child that wasn’t even in his teens yet, but she doesn’t say a word about it, not that she could talk about having an old caretaker. Levi certainly had some age on him even though it didn’t look like it. “They say the older someone is, the wiser they are because they’ve lived longer.” She states offhandedly, having no real reason for saying that besides the fact that it was somewhat o topic.

The younger does give a good argument, which she will admit. “I’d rather be called Lacie.” She answers his question, giving the treat in her hand a few more licks before speaking up again. “I’m not a very formal person to be honest, maybe that’s why I prefer not being called ‘Miss.’ It’s good that you do without being told though.” Personally, the Baskerville would only attach the proper titles she felt it was absolutely necessary and that was only at formal events and such.

The older listens to the idea of the game closely. It seemed simple enough, and she would agree that it was a good way to get to know each other. She had no problem playing a game with a child, being rather childish herself. Living with one might actually be a good thing for her, plus it might even give her the chance to be a parent, albeit a temporary one. 

“Alright, let’s see.” She pauses for a moment, searching for mind for a simple enough question to ask about. “What’s your favorite animal.” As far as she knew, ever child or even person had one, even she did.

[amourrpropre-blog]

The child began to wonder about the differences, and similarities, and opposites that the two would share. Was age something they could grow together on? Or their family life growing up? Who knows; they certainly had a lot to speak about, and both seemed to have no trouble delving deeper into every subject presented. This could mean the start of a very informative talk.

"Uhuh! He turned sixty not too long ago!" He gave a little clap of his hands, as much as he could with the ice cream cone obstructing his palm, but she got the idea that he was impressed by her math skills. "That's gotta be true! My dad is really smart; he has to be in order to rule a whole country as well as he does." He inwardly boasted about his own abundance of knowledge, being the oldest of his kind, after all, but saying so aloud would be a move in the wrong direction he was going. "What about your dad? How old is he?"

Selim gave a little nod upon the request of her name, finding it easier to say and remember so no protest would be given. "Really? Were you not raised formally like I was? Or is that because you don't like being formal?" There were many different options, though being raised (constantly) in the Fuhrer's house meant he was treated and taught like royalty, and so never had much of an insight to those not as 'fortunate'.

Above them, connected to a thick metal post that bent above the many rows of cars lining the busy street were traffic lights, which had just turned from yellow, to red. This signal had meant to cross, further validation being the automobiles stopping and the light on the other side of the road changing from a red hand to a white person walking. Eyes glanced to the left, then to the right, then straight ahead as he began crossing the road, not entirely waiting for Lacie to cross with him as he'd assume she'd eventually follow.

"I don't have a favourite animal!" His answer mid-walk had probably been a surprising one, an odd reply given so cheerily it wasn't normal. "Every animal I come across growls and stays away from me, or tries to bite me, so I don't really have a favourite. If I had to choose though, I like lions and tigers a lot!"

Upon reaching the other side of the road safely, the boy turned to look towards the adult to see her reaction; it had to be just as interesting as his answer.

"Next question! What's your favourite hobby?"

[homunshitto-blog]

► break .

[homunshitto-blog]

A glance was all that was spared in the eldest’s direction, the obnoxiously innocent smile spotted nearly ruining his appetite in an instant. Eye contact was only established as the seemingly juvenile sin stepped on to the veranda, taking the seat directly across his own. Bestial pupils rolled as he was lightly scolded, knowing full well such conversation was stupidly superficial. The question that followed proved to be more relevant to both their interests however, so a dutiful answer was provided to direct the conversation in his preferred direction.

“Besides us, there’s only Greed.” Spite dripped off the name as it was practically spit out, expression less than pleased. Neck turning to stare at the currently serene scenery, he added, “… Not that it matters. It’s better that the others don’t get dragged here.”

Although it wasn’t gratifying to admit, Father’s plan could still be carried out without the three held captive here, though not as efficiently. The more prominent flaw was the matter of sacrifices. “The pipsqueak and his brother are around here, too.” Which in turn only gave them more work to do; if the brats went and got themselves killed beyond revival, they would have to depend on last resorts to replace them. A sharp sigh of annoyance escaped him quickly— only for the waitress to return with his dessert.

Without so much as a thanks, his spoon nonchalantly dug into the chocolate mousse in hopes that the parfait could lift his mood. The androgynous figure didn’t care to look up to respond to his brother’s inquiry, instead only replying with an emotionless “—yeah” as he continued to indulge. Vivid violet would soon blink in astonishment, however, when he noticed a small hand reaching anxiously toward his treat. The waitress, who had been lingering absentmindedly, seemed to take notice as well and spoke up with a giggle before Envy had the chance to coldly reject his brother.

“I’ll bring another spoon!”

Scoffing underneath his breath, a glare was shot at the woman’s back as she returned to the kitchen dainty; if there was anything he hated most, it was others making decisions for him— especially humans. Honestly, he’s had enough surprises for one day. Pouting slightly, the embodiment of jealousy proved to be just as immature as the child sitting before him.

“Hmph.”

A stare was quickly cast at his sibling with faint curiosity to see if he would respond with genuine joy or artificial glee, left to ponder if his desire for the sweet dessert was just an extension of his facade or not. Meanwhile he began to eat quicker, simply to ensure that he got the majority of the reward. 

[amourrpropre-blog]

"Hmm..." Slender fingers fit into the slots of the opposite hands, creating little x's before he bent them down, and used them to support his chin. "Father may be able to go on without us, but he had lost two of his four sacrifices. Without me there to open the portal, the chance of finding three new sacrifices by the time the promised day arrives is slim." He didn't like to say it any more than his brother did, but the rate of success had indeed lowered. "Greed will be of no help, so forgetting about him would be ideal. As for getting out of here before that day arrives..."

A small sigh escaped his lips. "Have you gotten anything back from the scientists? Or have you been able to change your appearance from the start?"

The waitress arrived then, handing his brother another parfait, and after a moment of continued reaching the girl quit hovering and disappeared to instead grab a second spoon; it brought momentary joy to the child's face, genuine happiness taking over with the thought of a nice treat provided by his oh-so-generous relative. It was rare that something like this happened when humans were involved, so it was a moment Pride would definitely have to enjoy.

... However, Envy didn't seem to like it, as he was eating up the parfait rather quickly. The joy in his eyes quickly started to fall into concern, a bit of a frown accompanying it as the other scarfed it down. Feet kicked back and forth beneath his seat, growing more impatient with every bite until the waitress finally returned with a dessert spoon. The little smile returned, arm lifting the piece of sculpted metal towards the rim of the other's cup. "Pass it over here a little more; I can't reach."

[amourrpropre-blog]

loss, pretense, urge.

loss

he doesn’t take any sort of loss well. whether it’s losing a battle, or parts of his plans getting ruined, he doesn’t take it lightly. if that happens, he’s clearly annoyed- less smiley, more ‘you’re not going to get away with doing this’. he can be a little clingy to certain things that he definitely doesn’t want to lose- like his mother.

pretense

he’s lived under a false mask since the beginning of his life, which is approximately 300 years. he’s lived between every house of power since then, as the fuhrer of amestris has always been aware of the homunculi and their father’s ultimate plan since he showed up there. because he’s had over 200 years to perfect it, his child persona fools absolutely everyone- except his father, who knows he’s a monster, and is therefore constantly uneasy around him. it makes him quite lonely until he gains his current father, who happens to be a homunculus as well.

urge

he doesn’t get urges to do anything. unless his big ego is being deflated, then he gets annoyed as said above and he’ll have the urge to get back at whatever hurt his pride. any kind of humiliation will urge him to act against his opponents that wronged him. uvu

[virtueoftrust-blog]

Comments and Critics on my muse are encouraged and appreciated!

[rpmissionboard]

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Nightmares

Humanity

Guardian

Torture

Insanity

Slaughter

Order

Morality

Loyalty

Promise

Betrayal

Epiphany

Apathy

Memories

Loss

Lies

Death

Love

Plans

Pawns

revenge

Monster

Time

Waiting

Laugh

Trend

Alliance

Natural

Pretence

Urge

Impression

Critic

Accent

Stranger

Judgement

Delirious

Instinct

Damage

Illusion

End

[amourrpropre-blog]

♛. where are your gods now? — ; ca open. )

A deep breath in, and a deep breath out. He could already smell the fear and anguish about to paint the ground in their blood, a great sense of power rising through his being as freely as the air pushing through his lungs. It had been a grave mistake for those scientists to take away his own self to begin with; it only made sense to take something from them now.

How much longer would it take to rebuild their city if there were no workers to build?

Shadows traveled with him as the child marched forward, black extensions snaking along the ground in absolute silence. Until they raised, they were only harmless, unnatural trails of shadows not meant to intrude a spot of light. Until they raised, there was nothing to be terrified of.

But they did raise, just as silent as they came, creeping out of dark crevices and shooting straight into the sky like thin black blades of cruelty. Every shadow shot right through a citizen like a piercing spike, their cries of terror as many were murdered filling the entire street with a melody only those with a fine-tuned musical taste could enjoy.

The darkness drew back, bodies slumping to the ground in their own bloody heap as people either ran for their lives or checked the wounded for life. None seemed particularly intriguing, every human being classified into their predictable roles, shoes padding upwards along death row without so much as a shocking reply from his audience.

"How disappointing. Tragedy strikes again, and you all have the same reaction." The dark weapons shrunk quietly back towards the homunculus, gathering in a rather pointy circle at his feet, some rising to hover beside him, ready to strike at the next person to oppose the greater being.

"If there really are gods out there, I wonder why you all seem to find despair so easily? So much for the science freaks being anything greater than lowly humans."

[mischievousaipom]

ご長男 by からとう

[ashroudofscarlet]

Wasn’t dead? That was true, sort of. She was more undead than living, but wasn’t that the case with all vampires? … Certainly so, unless there were those whom happened to be a special case, somehow.

But that whole detail didn’t truly matter much to anyone. When it came to one being a vampire, in other’s eyes, their only thoughts were, ‘You’re a vampire!’ or, ‘You’re not a vampire!’. But… this honestly wasn’t a problem, nor was it even that interesting to go in to further detail. Two paragraphs is more than enough— honestly.

“Hee, I would hope so! Names are really important no matter who or what you are! … My pet dog is just an animal, but even she has a name! It’s Sakuya— I chose it myself!”

Honestly, even if she referred to her maid as her dog often, it was totally out of jest. She respected and cared for Sakuya a lot… of course, she was willing to tease her and call her names. That’s where this girl’s childishness came in.

… Actually, Remilia’s childishness was prominent in a good deal of the things she did or said, so it was kind of omnipresent— hiding itself when she didn’t feel like acting as a kid, or making itself totally visible… such as right now.

“I’ve never thought it too weird, my hair… I like my hair color, but, yup! Our eyes are the same~ hehehe. Does having hair like this make me weird, Selim? … Ah, but, I am pretty strange I think! Regardless of my hair color. Hee…”

She was an immortal vampire, of course she was strange! … This really was fun, however— rebounding off of this boy’s personality with her own guise.

“Strange or not… hm!!”

A sudden, yet short pause soon took it’s turn.

“I’ve been to Sector Four— it’s a lot better than this place… are you in an apartment? Gosh, I hope so, Selim… they put me in a box in Sector Six! Can you believe it? Huff…” Pouting her cheeks, the vampire looked down a tad.

“Those…! Big, dumb, stupid, dumb scientists!! Huff!!”

Yeah, she was really having fun with this whole act right now. Thankfully, she ‘recovered’ quickly, before looking at Selim once more with a tiny smile.

“… But anyways… you could say I’m just exploring, really. … That, and I was hoping to get a bite to eat sometime soon!”

[amourrpropre-blog]

"You have a pet dog?!"

"No way! That's pretty neat! That's a cool name for her, too!!" He'd had a pet dog in his family house a time or two before, but with how much they growled at him and acted generally unsettled the dog would either disappear, or be removed from the house by the bodyguards. They had no idea why it was acting so violent, after all; he had began to miss the little fluffballs of annoyances.

Tiny fingers curled towards the palms of his hands in excitement over Miss Remilia Scarlet and her interesting bits of information retaining to herself; it was rather neat, hearing of a dog, and a sister, and how she lived in a box. He wasn't truly interested, of course, but in the present moment anything was exciting to a young kid.The sparkles in his eyes didn't seem to disappear.

"I don't think it's weird at all, Miss Scarlet. I've seen people like you before, with really light hair! And if you live in a box, why don't you move? I'm allowed to move around now, so I bet you could be, too!" He had no knowledge about her rank in this city, but if he had to guess, she must've been the same as everyone else by now. "If not, you can always stay in my living room until you're able to!" As long as she didn't dirty his living space then it would be like she wasn't there at all.

Her smile was easily returned with his own kind one, certainly feeling that they were sharing the same childish mindset as they spoke. It sure made it more enjoyable than when talking to cocky adults.

"A bite to eat, huh? Why don't we go look for a place to eat? There aren't many restaurants in this part of town, but we're bound to find something if we look around long enough!"

[amourrpropre-blog]

happy mother's day!

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[amourrpropre-blog]

[[ oklie doklie, i should really go sleep since i need to help out with the kids at church tomorrow morning. however!! i will be back later today to send out tons more asks/answer any other ones i get! i have two drafts i need to finish and post, but since i have a con next weekend that i need to sew for i probably won't be posting much of anything this week.

thanks for being so awesome, guys! <3 ]]

[amourrpropre-blog]

Wouldn't it be nice, though, don't you think? Living a normal life, without having even known anything about homunculi? Just being a normal kid... sure your dad would die, but you'd have your mom at least. And the best part is is that you wouldn't have to forever lie to her as to what you truly were.

“Hah, so this is the route you’ve decided to take.”

“As nice as not having to lie to her sounds, I would never stoop so low as to want to be a worthless human. Wrath won’t live forever because he, himself was originally a human, so his death would happen either way. I’m fine with lying to her. Being who I am, I wouldn’t want to give this life up for a weak one in exchange.”

[amourrpropre-blog]

Of course it wasn't the right one-- just another one. Interesting though, isn't it? You were all made by a person known as Dante. In the end, all the homonculi sans Wrath, Gluttony, and Envy died. Gluttony ended up becoming an even bigger monster than before and was killed by Wrath, who in turn died as well. Envy, however, ended up in a parallel world to that Amestris and died too.

“… Hm. How strange. I couldn’t imagine Gluttony as any bigger than he already is. Why another Wrath would kill his own sibling is… Oh, wait. Hm ~

“Apparently it runs in the line. That parallel world sounds strange too, but it’s fine that Envy died there.”

[gearheaded]

“Anyone but you…?” She hummed quietly, bringing her hand up to her chin. Looking around, she saw that there were many people around, but some looked a lot scarier than others.

“Hmmm…. what’ll happen if I dump it on you again?”

[amourrpropre-blog]

The puff to his cheeks didn't leave, and his hands, balled into fists, came to rest on his hips. "Then I would have to find another bucket and dump water on you, too! What's the matter, miss? Too scared to dump water on anyone else?"

The teasing side of a child was one he hadn't explored in a while, but he was truly annoyed at the woman's actions. Not having the nerve to attack anyone but a little kid was enough reason to talk back.

[amourrpropre-blog]

Did you know that in your world there is an alternate dimension where father doesn't exist, and you all were made by another person? Also, you're just a normal boy while Bradley is Pride, some other kid is Wrath, and Sloth is the Elric's dead mother.

“… An alternate dimension?”

“Where Father doesn’t exist? Impossible. I don’t see how we could be made in any other way, since no alchemy is as powerful as his. Me being a normal boy and giving Bradley the sin of pride sounds ridiculous, as well; he couldn’t handle such a demanding position. Clearly, that dimension is too different to be the right one. My siblings are fit to be who they are, just as Father is the only one allowed to created us.”

[gearheaded]

She shrugged and the bucket swung on her arm slightly. “You should have been more specific then.”

[amourrpropre-blog]

The child rid his face and hair from any other amount of water with his arms, before looking up at the woman with a pouty frown of disappointment. "Fine! Then I dare you to dump water on the first person you see in the next five minutes -- and it can't be me."

"One shower is more than enough."