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@blisterandburn
Someone send me questions for depths of hell verse Lich.
tl;dr Akira has been dead for two years, everyone is drifting apart and also angry.
Also Lich is stuck as a seventeen year old in the shared Palace, which is literally hell.
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“That’s always the question, isnt it?” The shadow turns away again, a chilled wind picking up as she went back to leaning against the ledge. It whips the normally tied up auburn locks around her face. Some if it sticks to the tear streaks down her cheeks. “If you ask the me in reality, she would refuse the existence of this place…but…for me, I guess, this is my home?”
She smiles, though it went unseen. Chuckles to herself as she shook her head. Pale, slender fingers push some of the reddish brown away from her face.
“I guess that doesn’t really answer your question, does it? Sorry…I guess to be simple. This is the Iwatodai dorms, if you want an exact location. In Tatsumi Port Island. Just a cognitive one, though. I’m Minako Arisato. You can call me Koko, though…I doubt you’ll have any need for a nickname, right Sakura-san?”
She pauses, for a moment, to wipe her eyes.
“You were wandering, weren’t you? How else do you end up here of all places. My personal fortress of solitude.”
“Guess that explains the feeling.” This place... “So, you’re just like me.”
Well, almost.
“In reality, I died. I don’t remember how long ago now.” He shuts his eyes and sighs, takes a step closer to her.
“Hey, Minako-San? Would you tell me about this place? Why you’re crying?”
Lich: what do you think of Raoul? Do you even know him?
The Voice of Death... || Accepting Always
“Raoul... it sounds familiar, but I don’t know where from.”
@blisterandburn asked for a shadow Ko starter.
The wind howls as a certain “apparition” peers down over the ledge of the dorm building. Though, of course this “dorm” was way bigger than the actual SEES dorm ever was. Or ever hoped to be. This cognitive version nearly reached the large, green full moon that hung menacingly in the sky, it was a long way down if she were to jump.
She had done this, a hundred thousand times before. Climbed up onto the ledge and let herself fall. She never hit the ground, however. She would always wake up just before. Just as skin started to brush concrete. And she was back at the beginning.
An unending nightmare, time. And time. Again.
Today, she did not jump. Instead, she settled on leaning over the cool bricks. The fog that thickly coated every available place to walk moves, disturbed by another force. Slowly, Minako turns to see an unfamiliar golden eyed shadow having entered the rooftop.
“Who are you, what are you doing here?” The shadow asks, her voice despondent. “This isn’t a place others belong…”
Lich had never been in a place like this before.
Even when he was alive, he thought no palace was quite like this place.
It felt... haunted.
He couldn’t put to words what that really meant. Just... haunted. Something in these walls soaked the whole building with loneliness and despair.
Who can fault him for his curiosity?
It all felt so familiar to him, he who saught his final freedom in the depths of hell.
These seemingly endless floors and walls... just called out to him. He had to explore just a little further, climb a little higher.
And at the end of his climbing, there was a door.
Closed.
Waiting.
Who is he to refuse?
He pushes open the door, and she’s the first thing he spies.
A girl, alone up at the top of this tower.
“Akira Sakura.” He says to her in a voice that was all too calm and cold. “I found myself here. Would you tell me where here is?”
For lich: why would you abandon everyone like that
“I didn’t abandon anyone!” This anger... seemed, to the Shadow, the only thing that made him feel alive anymore. Golden eyes flashed with anger, he took a step forward.
“Relationships... They’re always going to fall apart. Here we can be together, forever! Out there... out there, we would have lost one another sooner or later.”
Everyone leaves, a voice seems to echo through the palace.
They would have left, I’m the one keeping us together!
Someone send me questions for depths of hell verse Lich.
tl;dr Akira has been dead for two years, everyone is drifting apart and also angry.
Also Lich is stuck as a seventeen year old in the shared Palace, which is literally hell.
“... I’m gonna puke if we keep talking about the jar.”
@withering-red-spider-lily
“I-I’m so sorry, Akechi-San!”
“Are we talking about sex? I’ll have you know I have [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] Phoenix [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] With a carrot.”
Sputters.
“G o r o-”
TAGGED BY: @iustitia-punientis
TAGGING: I don’t tag people usually but @uragiri-karasu because phoenix’s boyfriend
bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse. repost. don’t reblog.
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
“My butt is nice too, yknow…”
Someone’s a little jealous.
Is this permission to touch the butt.
“It absolutely is and if you don’t, I will cry.”
Touches the butt... gently.
“My butt is nice too, yknow…”
Someone’s a little jealous.
Is this permission to touch the butt.
It was right to snuff out every foe I could find? Dark Sun, what choices have I but live another day?
@blisterandburn ABOUT | RULES @uragiri-karasu ABOUT | RULES
CW: 18+ Dark Themes
“Personally, I think Goro’s hi-jinks are hilarious, especially against Shido.”
Phoenix don’t enable your boyfriend.
Phoenix gets a little Raoul [closed]
chains-of-rebellion:
@blisterandburn | prev
Raoul stared into his eyes for a good moment. His face looked like Joker, but the hair was too long. Why? Did Joker change shape? And why was this man not a daddy? This wasn’t Joker?
“Not papa?” Then he realized he was asked his name.
The little demon placed a finger on his chest. “W-Waoul!” He smiled. That was him. Raoul, best child. And best idol.
Raoul looked down at the wheels. He set a hand on the bigger one. “W-Wheel?” He looked up. “Wheel fo’w fun?”
So easily distracted... thank Satanael for that, and he smiles a bit.
“Yeah, that’s right. Wheel. Not too bad!” Phoenix encourages, if only to keep Raoul focused on this, rather than him. “Not for fun though, no. It’s called a Wheelchair. My legs are... weak after I wasn’t able to use them for a long time. There’s a bit of damage in them... it’s hard for me to walk right now. I need this chair so I can get around, at least until I can make some progress in my physical therapy.”
Verse | The Depths of Hell
Seemingly shot dead on a date with his boyfriend, Akira was left comatose and the world was taken by a powerful cognition of his passing, himself included. Hell is a Palace with Eight Rulers, himself and each Phantom Thief, excluding Futaba. In the very depths lurks his Shadow, stuck at the age of seventeen and convinced of his own demise.
Verse | The Prison of Acadia
Although he was freed from the cognition of his death and awoke two years later, many distortions still had hold of the trickster’s heart. The Prison is fairly empty, aside from shadows, aside from Akira’s own shadow. But that Shadow claims only to be a warden, not the boss behind it all, despite his now aggressive and cruel nature...
Little Raoul had wandered off by himself, a cherry lolli in his mouth. He stopped to look around for Joker. He saw a man in a wheel chair with similar hair and nearly the same face. Raoul walked over to see if he was in fact Joker. "Daddy?"
d o I L O O K L IK-
This... child looked familiar, but he can’t quite recall where from. He frowned, this again?
“No, I’m not a Father. Are you lost?” This... clearly isn’t a human child. He shuts his eyes and breathes out a long breath. He can’t easily pawn this kid off on anyone else. “What’s your name?”
