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        ❝ MAY the final act begin.

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        ❝ OF course, how could I even forget the little blond             haired girl with big eyes who came at my desk because             they heard of my music and wanted to ask me how             do I, God in the middle of filth, create such poetic             images with tabs and notes —Kleine Sonija, you             were so pathetically lonely and cute that, if I was             straight, probably I would have thought about banging             you once or twice. Perhaps you would have been             a pretty face for the choir or the background dancers             of the auditorium, toyed with you until you weren’t             needed anymore —because truth is, Herr Prinzessin,             that since that day the only thing I aimed for was your             pretty crown. Until I found something bigger to aim for,             but that’s a story you will not understand because of             language barriers, if you know what I mean.

WHITE on his hand, shaped as pearly pistol; charged, trigger ready to fire. The adrenaline is there, nozzle against beating heart and the grin of the God only wickedly widens. Long live the fucking junkie queen, the army of corpses says.

        ❝ AND like those years ago, your attention span during            class is definitely lacking.

ONE finger moves and the pistol sings.

Eyes search for the cure, solution to the equation, slowly brings her down to her knees and she's looking at her dear mother's gift. It rests upon her chest, bullets laced with poison, pullets ensuring death, comas, something. Her hands go to the steel, the pearl, white like her teeth once were. Last moment screams like a banshee, lips like lychees as she looks up at him, eyes meeting his, eyes grey and innocent as they were on that day. Beautiful junkie queen becomes beautiful junkie corpse, falls to the ground and blood pours out of her lifeless body. Eyes, eyes, the search. Roll to the back of her head. She's a centerpiece. Centerpiece. Centerpiece.

[kaana-chan]

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         ❝ DON’T worry, you won’t need them.

THE God is loaded with warfare and sinful purposed and the leviathan-like abyss grins, it grins and the grin is shaped as everyone’s worst fear. Lips show jagged teeth of demonium and demonium himself speaks again, spear of Longinus resting on musicmaker phalanges, the others embraced in brass and spikes.

HIDE and seek is not how gods combat —not his style, indeed. Reaper reaps lives and he will be the same today, and the reaping season will be filled with new blood and a crown.

         ❝ RUSSIAN roulette, or you prefer a more primordial encounter ?

"This isn't my encounter. Not my decision. You're the one who wanted me here. Hmmm, you want these furs? This crown? The Sword of Ulysses I? Alright, then, Kano-kun. Hit me with your best shot. Musket pulled out, upon Brimstone Hill as little drummer boys march and tell their stories to broken soldiers. My men. I was just a legend, waiting to happen. Beget, beget, beget." I let fingers slide through my hair. Fingers twitche against belt, twitch in searching. Revolver. There it is. Fingers glide over the pearl. "They begot me, finally. Their fucking doom. They're all dead. You want the crown to a broken nation? Let my innards slide through your fingers, Amatsu, my darling little plowhorse. Take my nation. The twinkle in my eye, but just a few years back? Remember that, Kano-kuuuun? My name, pronounced upon a class of first years. I'm new here. I'm an exchange student. My name is Sonia Nevermind! I can't wait to get to know you all! Sure, I was innocent. Tiny child made of porcelain and plaster. But you, you were all tapestries and song lyrics and art kids." Eyes meet his. Flames pop between our irises, flames pour out. Hatred sparks fly. He'll take my flesh and he'll bury it 6 feet underground. But not without a fight. Not without a--

[clinicalshit-blog]

O holy flame, holy flame of God above, hallowed be thy name. Purge me of my sins and purge me of this crown, purge me as I step out of the prison. Mind tainted only by self now, not flesh, not bone, not drugs, not flame, not smoke, not feathers, nothing but a masquerade mask, taken and set aside, take my hand, take it, chop it off, set it free, set it free and let it walk the earth alone. I am nothing but a shell of myself. I take upon my crown and my sword and I take up the name of the Lord and I take up my nails and I sharpen them, I have enemies. Enemies of snow-white hair, enemies with chiseled cheekbones made of ivory and silk. I will take his silk and rip it from his piano key bones. I wronged him, but I'll be damned if he's going to take it, take my birthright. I have sullied the throne with blood and sex and the innards of men. Given commands to the highest ranks and watched them fall in line to kiss my fuckin' hand. Long locks of blonde, chopped and dismayed. Long locks of my hair. Royal property,  f a l l s  to the ground, flush with the linoleum of a bloody kitchen floor. Parents, gone in long lost tales of serial death, wrapped around their brains and my heart. I have gone far too long. I look up at him with a feeling of dismay, I look up at him and my eyes are frayed, lashes are dripping silk, linen, fabric. He's a long lost nightmare. He's the long lost nightmare to meet my eyes. He's the end, I tell myself. He's going to be the death of me. Revolver gone missing from hip, but dagger always ready. Spanish heirloom, given to Catherine II. Greek goddess with heart diseases beyond your heart's return, that's my mother, made of nothing but the plastic we take from oil. Petroleum product, fallen to the ground. Enoshima's grip holds me down to the floor and I'm looking at this god of chaos with eyes he wants to see--he wants to see the weak eyes of lost love, of the feeling of my despair. We both want it. We want to feel it to the very core. Take your demonic gaze and shove it up my ass already, we both know why you're here, Irie. I'm not going to play hide and seek with you, it's not my style. I look him in his rhinestoned eyes, hat floppy and gigantic like he's ready for the goddamn Kentucky Derby--good thing I blew up America. My lips, dry and bloodied, part. "Wind's icy today. Shit's got me wearing royal furs."

[clinicalshit-blog]

this blog makes me sad so its time 2 end it its time 4 sonia 2 die w dignity

[clinicalshit-blog]

I prefer to avoid anything mind-altering is all, even just caffeine. Personal preference. Oh yes, this work is so important. I wouldn’t want to get in your way. Save them, as we have been saved. How wonderful it is to be saved. Such generosity. Such kindness. I feel so lucky to be here.

Mind-altering. Right. Caffeine can be poisonous to the mind. We don't have caffeine, no worries. And salvation is. Salvation is all we need, salvation is the smile upon our faces while we work. It's like the liberation of France.

[clinicalshit-blog]

How'd you get the hover text with this wonky new post setup?

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boom boom, princess, i am free and he's with me. your head is the next, the drums wait. ♥

Look at this kid, this kid who thinks he's the hot shit here. Alright, look. I did some shit to you. I get that, but it was nothing I would have done in my right mind. Defending myself to someone with such a minuscule amount of rule in the organization, however, is like playing jump rope with Naegi--pointless, he'll trip and fall on his ass anyways. Alright, I'll play your little game. Four points away from the score, my plan's in motion, and when I get up and out of this fucking wreck of an establishment with an army in hand, you'll get your chance. Can't wait! ♥

[clinicalshit-blog]

Motherfuckin' Gundam Tanaka.

 { her words come out with sly pleasure, she's looking through bars and glass at the very face that she saw daily for years, the face she often looked to for guidance and validation. ritual partner. hands rub together, grin plastered. tiptoed breaths, slowly approaching as to not tip them off. keys jingle in pocket and you know the queen is back when she turns the lock. } You don't have to wait for no fucking suit to come get you. You knew you wouldn't have to, Jesus. I wasn't gonna take that fucking long to come back and I think you were well aware. Prepared for it.

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Oh, please don’t let me keep you from your work then. I’m sure it’s very important business, and I wouldn’t want to be any trouble. I’m not one for coffee, but I wouldn’t mind some tea. It’s wonderful here. I’m so grateful to have been subject to such generosity.

[clinicalshit-blog]

Depends on what we can find. You're not trouble. The world's just a wasteland because of Enoshima's comrades, and she didn't leave us much wiggle room to work. Clearly, she's been defeated, but it was upon her ranks. She's got big plans, even in death. We need to work with that, work slowly and diligently. Save those who were brainwashed by her. But, yes. They're very generous here. We won't starve, they give us more than they should.

[clinicalshit-blog]

                  coming back from the dead isn't hard.

[alxithymic-blog]

I’m doing well, thank you for asking.

[I can’t tell if it’s the drugs or the pain in my head making me this nauseous, but either way I would like it very much to stop before I lose my lunch again.]

It’s good to see you, too. It’s been so long.

[clinicalshit-blog]

Yes, well. I have important business I have to take care of, busy woman and all. Anything you need? My hands are a bit full, we can drink at the watercooler later. Maybe get a small tiny shooter of coffee at the in-facility cafe. Isn't it so nice here?

[clinicalshit-blog]

Pekoyama.

 { gears turn, fingers turn to dust in the wake of a flash of memories. childhood story time, castle visitors. bloodied heads. intestines. shake it off, says the medicine, it's nothing new. the real her, back of head, back of cerebrum understands and smiles. }

It's nice to see you again. Are you doing alright? Need anything? I was just working on your file.

[clinicalshit-blog]

{ incense. it burns on the inside, waking the mind's eye. finger to mouth in contemplation, impulse control is nothing but shame in its rawest form. double agent, double thoughts, double life, breaking in half, discard the unneeded. fingers twist. keys jumble, her eyes twitch and her core rumbles in anticipation, and the pain sets in, and it's glorious. eyes dart upward, and the collar is disabled. has been. no one noticed. no one cared. no one paid attention to sonia nevermind; they had let their guard down, perhaps. poster child of hope, poster child of the movement. propaganda king. his breath is felt from afar, she swivels around and glances over, eyes meeting empty soul. she drops the pencil, lets her hair down, looks at him and she's almost positive he knows. stand. stand, i pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the broken land of the empire. to the republic, it doesn't stand, one nation, blown up, divisable by 3, and the breadth between their toes is short, indeed. } Isn't it nice to see that my skin is no longer green and gaunt? You're standing here, looking at me like I've broken your life in two, and I'm here to spat in your face and call you an asshole, you'll burn. You can't just leave a homicidal royal locked up, it's blasphemy. Smile. Let me see your pretty face before I melt it with sheer disdain!

[mugenno]

                          i just did enough of you to dull the pain

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He who, leaving virtue, ceases to be a man,   since he cannot be a partaker of the divine condition,   is turned into a beast.                                     FROM COMMANDER TO IMMORTAL.                                        SEBASTIAN DELACROIX, ULTIMATE CONQUEROR.                                                      (singleverse. singleship. despair-era.)