try and stop me.

❛❛ i don't care about destroying the world. the fate of mankind isn't why i'm here! i only wanted one single thing: to watch you suffer. ❜❜ —-❈-— indie rp blog for the end from lost dimension. crossover-friendly. follows from sebswritinghub.

[lock-myheartaway-blog]

[beyondhatred]

pasttorn:

     it takes a moment before the other’s confusion finally clicks in his head, causing him to let out his own amused laughter, ❝ ah, that’s right. i guess i DID forget that was a thing ! my bad, my bad. ❞

     guess he should’ve thought about it some more before bringing it up. he may be cognisant that it wasn’t NORMAL to want to befriend terrorists, but it was still difficult to put that knowledge into practice– always running his mouth preemptively moments before remembering that ah, right. others don’t wanna be friends with this guy like i do. besides, how was he supposed to remember that people still CARED about what’d happened ? what’s done is done, & it didn’t seem like the end wanted to go for a round 2 anytime soon anyway.

      still, not even a second is given to ponder over the question before an answer comes to him, giving the end a simple SHRUG in return as if there had never been a problem in the first place, ❝ don’t see the need to change plans though– i can go get some burgers for us real quick instead. how does that sound ? no massive panic alarms are raised & we can still have burgers.SMART move, right ? ❞ simple. easy– the answer comes to him as if second nature. can’t bring a known terrorist into town to get some burgers ? then he can simply get them himself & bring them back to said terrorist ( nailed it ! ).

     – ❝ that is, unless you wanna do something else– which i’d be down for, probably. like, maybe use your GIFT to go to another dimension where you’re not a terrorist & grab some burgers there. it doesn’t necessarily have to be burgers, i’m down for anything, really. ❞ it was nice to prattle on like this– & he’d take it that he could prattle on with no problems, too. after all, if the end was asking if HE had any other ideas, it meant he really was willing to hang out; meaning there was nothing stopping him from sharing some thoughts.

⤷  With each and every passing second, each moment that The End is given to process the other’s ceaseless drivel, his desire to doubt only grows -- as does his discomfort at the fact that his reasonable mind knows it’s illogical;  there’s not a single thing about Agito’s happy-go-lucky attitude that he’d be correct in doubting.  Faced with this amount of unmitigated absurdity, there’s very little he can do besides throw reason to the wind and accept it for what it is.  He only wishes it could be a little easier to trust in possibly the one human being on Earth (or this Earth, at the very least) who has never held any form of enmity towards him.

   He can get the burgers,  he thinks.  Of course he would say that.

   His lips tighten into a thin line, and his cape sways somewhat as he shifts his weight from one armored foot to the other, taking every bit of pause he can afford without things getting any more awkward than they already are.  Agito wants to be friends.  Agito wants to be friends.  It’s laughable, really -- so much so, in fact, that it crosses the border of comedy and loops all the way back around to being sad.  Even by itself, the idea of anyone wanting to associate with him is nigh impossible for the terrorist to grasp;  the fact that it’s a member of S.E.A.L.E.D. is just the toothpick in the sandwich.  Agito wants to befriend him, The End, the man feared and hated worldwide for his cruel acts of mass destruction.  Him, Tetsuji Endou, the child whose mere existence was enough to doom an entire world.  No matter how many times he repeats it to himself, he only manages to make it feel slightly less wrong.

   ❛❛...  Even a Gift as potent as my own is not without limitations,❜❜  he sighs, neither ready nor able to give in just yet.  The spiteful mindset he’s clung to all his life is still screaming at him to resist Agito’s efforts -- one can see it in his face -- but he isn’t far from cracking.  After so long spent either marinating in negativity or hopping from plane to plane in avoidance of law enforcement, eating fast food and enjoying the view of a sprawling cityscape at night sounds...  more enticing than it has any right to be.  ❛❛It’s true that I am able to move freely between dimensions;  however, the power of Dimensional Leap cannot be used to bring you with me.  Simply relocating this...  little outing to a more peaceful world isn’t an option we have available to us.❜❜

   In this rebuttal, he deliberately neglects to address -- much less refuse -- the other option he was presented with.

[blue-blushers-blog]

[beyondhatred]

of-invisible-ties:

“As many as it takes. My power will only grow with time. Sooner or later, it will be enough to bend even you.”

Had his face gotten closer? No, no … she was standing on tiptoe, just to meet the gaze that spoke of his challenge. She stared right at him for a moment, her face contorted with anger. In the next, she’s back on her feet proper; she didn’t have the balance to maintain tiptoe for long.

“And it’s wise of you to realize that I’ve a throne to my name. I’m the current ruler of Embla, this kingdom. If you wish to roam these lands, then you will have to answer to me regardless of my contract.”

“So, answer me this, peasant: why can’t I bind you? You are the first of your kind. The first Hero to deny me. I demand an answer!”

⤷  Seemingly unperturbed by the princess’s insistent interrogation, The End stood firmly in his place -- an alabaster statue, portraying a pure essence of disdain.  His smile was the only thing to fade;  the smugness that had been so plainly written upon his face was replaced with an impassive stare, as if he had decided that she was so far below him that continuing to insult her would be a waste of his precious time.  Amber hues remained fixed upon Veronica’s crimsons, blinking slowly, leisurely, and he allowed the silence to settle in around him for a good few seconds before replying.

   ❛❛I believe that your nomenclature is rather out of place, Summoner.  You see, I am not what any sane person would refer to a hero -- nor would it be fitting to label me a peasant.❜❜  There was a new sort of lilt to his tone, suggesting an air of nonchalance that wasn’t there before.  ❛❛I am The End, agent of the apocalypse;  my power, by its very nature, can never be bound to this or any dimension.  You may try as many times as you like, but understand that you and I do not exist on the same plane.  Of course, if you truly wish to make a fool out of yourself regardless, I invite you to test me...  and go all out with your magic.❜❜

[lilac-rph]

      Your face pale as 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍                &  your eyes full of fury.

[beyondhatred]

of-invisible-ties:

“My contracts are not the sort you’re thinking of. They bind a Hero’s will regardless of their willingness. It shall hold you just as well as they.”

Her words are naught more than a futile bluff. She senses that he’s beyond her powers. He’s the first of his kind – the odd sort that Embla’s might fails to ensnare. Even as his hands dart to the sword at his side, she wonders if he truly needed it. Whatever was backing him was so powerful, that she had the suspicion his weapon was entirely for show. Given his arrogance, it could’ve also been a taunt.

“If my power fails to bind you the first time, then I’ll try again. And again, and again. Sooner or later, you WILL be bound.”

⤷ ❛❛Tch.  Nothing but the empty blustering of a child who cannot tell her cradle from a throne.❜❜  

   The End’s tone oozed with derision, challenging her with a world of confident condescension behind his aureate glare.  His hair rustled gently with a breeze that wasn’t there as he took a single step in her direction.

   ❛❛You’ll try again, you say?❜❜

   ❛❛Tell me, then, O mighty summoner.  How many times have you already tried?  How many times have you failed?  No, no, disregard that;  that’s not important.  What I should be asking you is how many more failures you’ll be able to suffer...  before that paper-thin bravado of yours crumbles to dust.❜❜

[rockinrpmemes]

Reblog if your CANON blog takes *anons* pretending to be other characters from their series to dig out the dirt on your muse.

IE: emotions, opinions, reactions to stuff that happened in canon, etc.

Because sometimes the counterparts to my canon muse(s) don’t exist in the tumblr RPC, a sender follows you but doesn’t rp here, OR, they just want to TRY that muse out before making a blog. Or, they’re simply curious on how the canon would reply, and ONLY wants a one-shot moment! 

[beyondhatred]

ooc.

tetsuji “fuck it, this might as well happen” endou

[beyondhatred]

pasttorn:

      –  ❝ want ? ❞ he waves a hand in simple DISMISSAL, as if doing so would brush away any tension that arose from his sudden approach, from their deadly battle & the ill will that probably should’ve been between them. ❝ there’s NOTHING that i want, really. all that happened was that i saw you while i was out, so i decided to stop by & say hi. ❞

      was that too much for a start ? from previous experience, he knew it’d probably be for the best if he dialed back a bit on the friendliness– having overstepped on one too many lines throughout his lifetime. closer… that was something he hadn’t really thought about. in his mind, everything had already been resolved, books closed & tucked away into shelves to be forgotten for the rest of time. he COULD ask why & all that jazz ( as if they hadn’t already asked that when everything was finally coming to an end– no pun intended ), but whatever reason or excuse the other could attempt to give him wouldn’t really matter to him. not anymore, anyway. that said, it could be good small talk

      but it seemed like he didn’t need to worry much about that, with the other APPROACHING him without much prompting & all. that was another good sign, proof that maybe it didn’t have to turn into a fight, that maybe they could simply start ANEW.

        he turns around where he was on the ledge, so he could fully face the end, nonchalantly leaning back on the palm of his hands despite the long drop behind him ( not that it MATTERED much, when he could simply teleport to safety should he fall ). it could be oh so easy to push him back, get him out of the ends way with a single touch– but that was up for the other to decide. for now, he just gives the other a lopsided smile, ❝ if anything, i was thinking maybe we could go grab a BURGER or something. there’s a fast food thing nearby that sells the best burgers i’ve eaten in a while. what do you say ? ❞

⤷  ❛❛Grab...  a burger...?❜❜  he echoes, the look of incredulous half-amusement returning to his face.  A chuckle slips forth from his throat.  ❛❛Surely you can’t be serious, Agito.  Don’t tell me...  have you forgotten that I’m still a wanted terrorist?  The instant I step into your ‘fast food thing’, more likely than not, I’ll be recognized -- and set off quite the stir, no matter how quickly I vanish afterwards.  It simply isn’t worth all the pandemonium.❜❜

   The End, despite maintaining his inimical demeanor, realizes he isn’t all too keen himself on the idea of a rematch.  With Agito all alone, it would indeed be an easy victory to take -- it took the combined efforts of him and five other psychics to overwhelm the swordsman’s long-developed power the first time around, after all -- but it seems all too pointless to revive his conflict with S.E.A.L.E.D. now, now that the rest of the world has already been led to believe it’s over.  Much as it vexes him, he’s able to recognize that the blue-haired man’s pacifist philosophy has its merits in this particular situation.

   He huffs through his narrow nose, his stare moving slowly between Agito and some far-off point on the horizon.  How the hell is he still so casual about all this?  If he didn’t know better, he’d think the other was bluffing, feigning forgiveness and offering him a false olive branch, waiting for him to let his guard down and make it easier to kill him once and for all...  but he’d be kidding himself if he said he truly suspects foul play.  No, the hard truth is just what it seems to be on the surface:  Agito really does just want to be friends.  What a nonsensical man...

   ❛❛... I don’t suppose you’d have any other ideas, no?  Ones that don’t involve potentially causing a worldwide panic?❜❜

[beyondhatred]

& cherry.

[beyondhatred]

chegadesaudade:

There wasn’t much in the way of an internal monologue from Cherry, other than pears. She liked pears. She liked eating them, she liked picking them, she liked the friends she made with pears. If she could find a way to write a really rockin’ song about pears, she would. She was even disappointed that Fruits Basket didn’t have as much actual fruit in a basket as the title would have led her to believe.

“I’m Cherry! Cherry like cherries, ‘cause I’m red, and you can usually catch me in a pair, because I’m all about having good friends. What what!”

That last remark was punctuated with a grin and another tail wag.

“And, hey, what’s your name?”

⤷ ❛❛Ah.  Cherry...  that’s a...  lovely name.  Er...❜❜

   The End cleared his throat and adjusted his cape, suddenly very aware of how loud the metal clinks of his footsteps were.  He’d forgotten that by asking this sweet little dog for her name, he’d implicitly given her permission to ask for his own.  He wasn’t about to introduce himself as Tetsuji, not in a million years, but he wasn’t sure how he would be able to follow such an innocuous speech with an honest introduction without, well, killing the mood.

   Oh, well.  He’d dug his own grave by naming himself that.  Keeping his eyes on the stone beneath his feet, he took a deep breath and silently hoped he’d be able to evade questioning about his moniker’s origin.

   ❛❛Well...  you see... people call me The End.  It’s because...  I...  hm.❜❜

   There really was no easy way to tell this literal puppy that he was a terrorist who had threatened to wipe out humanity all at once with a hailstorm of nuclear warheads, only to be stopped by a man his own age with a handgun and the power of friendship.

  ❛❛Because I’m...  so end-earing?❜❜

   Fucking nailed it.

[beyondhatred]

* SEASONAL  AESTHETICS.

WINTER.    a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.   layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.    cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.   a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold.    full length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations.   watching the snow fall.   sharp  edges.   hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.   the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

SPRING.     the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.   a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.   paris in the spring.   birds chirping.   the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.   a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.    planning.   saccharine pinks.   making promises.   trying something new.   hugs when you need them most.   a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.  coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.   excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.   rain boots.

SUMMER.     lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.   melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.   drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3 am, loud and proud.     palm trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.   nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.  leaving the laundry to hang outside.   flowers in bloom.   sneaking out of your room late at night.   pure contentment.    barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.   sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

FALL.     the leaves changing colors.   a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.   deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.   crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.   sitting at a bay window.    having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.   creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.   being ignored.    procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.    baking pies.    the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling  completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.   crisp, cool days.   belly laughter after crying.   converse.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagged by:   @pasttorn

tagging:   the mun reading this!

[lilac-rph]

       Does it feel 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, knowing you tried?                Knowing that ᴀʟʟ that remains                                    Is the slow, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝,                                          Of the 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 that will ᴀʟʟ die in vain?

[beyondhatred]

ooc.

i...  have added a tiny detail to the about page.

the end can have little a real name, as a treat.

[moeblob]

Agito Yuki is a cutie patootie and oh wow I’ve been rather addicted to his personality ahahaha. He’s the only character other than Sho (which is a duh) that has been in every single battle I’ve fought.

Agito Yuki is from Lost Dimension, ladies and gents. It’s pretty fun !!

[crysdoesart]

Danganronpa Style Lost Dimension

[rhyart]

ok listen I know this teeny fandom is all about agito and he’s not a compelling villain or even a super good one but i’d like to #DefendTheEnd because he’s so fucking embarrassing when put into context

like think about it 

- ya boy no name here put together a fancy outfit and made an oc just so he could larp out the end of the world.

- he owns a katana in a universe where most people have guns. i headcanon that george was automatically the first traitor because they were trashy anime fanboys together probably

- he shoved his face into a camera in front of the world government to try and look more intimidating/maniacal 

- his relationship with sho is like that one hark a vagrant comic at this point

- have you seen his hair

Please Consider The End this has been a PSA

[sebswritinghub]

god. apparently the ends initials in his file are t.e. what if thats his actual name

i dont think it is . i mean it better not be. if it is ill cry

[sebswritinghub]

just putting this here so i dont forget: im just gonna headcanon that his name at birth was tetsuji endou because 1) initials, w/ the family name coming second instead of first bc the others names are arranged that way even in the jp release (presumably because its the united nations and not all of them are japanese) and 2) his alias in katakana is “ji endo” so I Just Think It Would Be Funny if that was part of his real name too

specifically, tetsuji would probably be spelled w/ the kanji for “iron” and “next/second”, so his full name in kanji would be 遠藤 鉄次 (endou tetsuji, w/ family name first) but his initials are still t.e. if youre writing it out in english

Just In Case You Were Wondering