it starts with pain

Slavery? This boy had some potential that even the Emperor couldn’t see. This only made him smile, nearly a grin; that was something rather rare from his majesty now these days, considering how his loved one was very sick and he himself swamped with paperwork he didn’t wish to have. Maybe Claus simply needed a lesson in responsibility while he taught Klaus malice and destruction.

“Fuel will bring him back to you, and then we can begin to dissect him for his important pieces of equipment. Don’t worry, I’m sure to keep him alive while it happens; maybe to feel the pain if that’s what you want.

“Then he’s all yours.”

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Klaus pondered this for a minute, while chewing the last of his meat. He tried to imagine the anguish on Luke’s face, the pain he would endure... the fact that he would belong to Klaus as soon as he was sucked dry of any potential he once had.

Killing him once he had expended his use.

A grin overcame Klaus’ features as he swallowed, dabbing the sides of his mouth with a napkin. He rose to his feet, and bowed towards Claus out of respect.

“Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

“It is not fine if you are talking in that tone, young man,” was Claus’ reply, “perhaps you would like to explain your own ideas on how to apprehend Lukas instead? Hm?”

“I myself am a ruler, Klaus. I have duties here to discuss about my city, it’s politics, and it’s resources since my Lucas is currently sick with a fever. Naturally, yes, I would go out and twist the very vocal cords of your brother out his neck so he wouldn’t have to scream; break his legs so he wouldn’t have to kick and then I can bring him back and turn him into a kidney pie,” Claus smiled at that thought, but waved it away with a simple hand,”no matter it is also your duty to grow strong and responsible as my successor.”

Klaus genuinely smiled at that vivid description of Luke being ripped to shreds. That sincerely would be one of the only fates he’d ever wanted for the boy-- a slow, agonizing death. Preferably by his hand. The thought alone was... delicious.

“Hm. Yeah, I get it.” He nodded, wiping his mouth of excess. “The way I see it, Fuel’s gonna drag Luke’s sorry ass back here, where we can then do what we want with him. You know already that I would much rather toy with him on my own... make him suffer for all the wrong he’s done.” Klaus twirled the fork in his fingers thoughtfully. “Perhaps somewhere along the lines of slavery.”

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

Claus titled his head, catching the obvious anger and annoyance within Klaus’ voice. He watched as the boy sunk his teeth aggressively into the meat, with juices flowing out between his lips but only in little drips; Claus took a sip of his wine and raised an eyebrow.

“If you have any objections, please speak freely, child.”

“It’s fine.” He mumbled dismissively between bites, trying to distract himself from getting even more angry. Really, a fruitless effort-- his anger had been the hardest thing to control, especially when it came to Luke.

“I mean. If Luke is so special what’s stopped you from just dragging his ass back here yourself? Aside from his inevitable kicking and screaming.” He’d been told how Luke refused to join Claus on his own free will. That thought alone was disgusting to him.

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

Claus could hear the tense urge of anger on the tip of Klaus’ voice. Obviously, at the idea of Luke being alive, Claus knew it would trigger something in the young boy.

“Your brother was enhanced physically like I was by Porky’s army in my childhood. Imagine what he can do, Klaus. Imagine what he can accomplish–or what we can by taking him apart.”

He smiled, snapping his fingers to refill Klaus’ plate. “What do you think?”

This annoyed Klaus to no end. Luke was powerful he was told...He’d love to say that he just believed Luke was in no way physically superior to himself. But in truth, he felt threatened by how much Claus tended to gush about Luke and his potential. In truth, he wanted Luke good and dead, his power extracted or not.

“...Yeah. Yeah. Agreed.” He answered curtly, beginning to slice the new servings on his plate a tad more aggressively than before.

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

“Either is fine, but it would be interesting to watch if you can restrain yourself from killing out of anger.” Claus could only smirk as he said that, his eyes watching the movements that Klaus’ fork made to cut deep into the meat, slicing it up into smaller pieces in order to chew. Claus licked his lips watching–was that rather uncommon?

“Luke will be yours but I am debating his expense to me…”

“Mm... I think I can do that... ” He nodded, having inspected the meat before putting it in his mouth and chewing it. It had been a small morsel of what had been on his plate, so he swallowed only a moment later. There was a slight smile on his face from the taste of it.

He then glanced up in slight confusion to Claus. “Expense? What kind of expense could he possibly have?”

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

“Yes…yes I do.”

Claus twirled his fork, poking his meat as it gushed with red fluid. Of course, he requested it to be deeply bathed in sauces and spices, in order to shower it’s flavor. It was very hard to get flavor out of a human’s kidney, sometimes; Claus simply made up for that with the sliced onions and roasted peppers filling it up to make it heavenly.

He looked over to the nearly finished plate that Klaus possessed. Obviously, the boy liked the dish.

“However, I want Fuel to go after Luke as you go after Duster; Duster has the Egg and that’s priority like your brother.”

“...” Well, that was a little disappointing. Klaus had been simply dying to get his hands on Luke for months now. But he wouldn’t have any choice in the matter as long as Claus was in charge. The temptation to simply accept the mission and chase Luke himself was wild. But...

Klaus bowed his head respectfully to Claus as he cut up some of the meat on his own plate more. “...Very well. It should be a simple task for us both. Would you like Duster alive, or dead?”

He mused, sticking the cut meat with his fork. “...And... Luke will still be mine to destroy. Right?”

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

Claus could only allow a small grin from the way Klaus nervously fumbled. Of course Claus knew this child had a lover–how could he not? He was obviously a blushing beet, almost as red as a freshly cut cow’s liver. Now that was something delicious to Claus’ entertainment. Despite this, though, he knew its value. It would last as long as it could before it would wither and die; such a shame.

“Obviously your Fuel also has a way with psionic fire, but nevertheless it can pose as usefulness to retrieving the Egg of Light. As well as your revenge sought on Luke. Don’t you want him alive, want him to feel your pain?”

He stared at Claus, a slight smile finally tugging at his lips. “Ah. Yeah... I really want that. I want him to feel it by my hand...” He glanced down at his hand, curling his fingers inwards. His hatred for Luke was practically unreal. Even Fuel himself somewhat feared it.

“You want Fuel and I to go after him, I take it?” He questioned, almost hopefully.

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

“Eager?” This wasn’t something he was accustomed to, aside from those who lived in the Dragon City. Claus tapped his fingers, drumming them lightly against the table in thought before answering.

“Well, spouse or no, he is still of most importance to you…yes, it’s nice to have someone of your own, no doubt? It’s almost…exhilarating…

“I have a job for the both of you.”

Klaus gave a slight smile and nod in response before he averted his gaze-- A slight red appeared on his cheeks as he did so. He wasn’t sure he was ready to admit how he and Fuel really were. Not yet...

Hearing Claus’ last statement however, he placed his utensils down and glanced back up towards him in attention. “O-okay. What do you need us to do?”

[[MY SON YOU HAVE RETURNED TO ME -love reconstructed]]

(( i only came back for the toaster strudels mom im sorry.................... ))

#asks #lovereconstructed

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

As Klaus chewed his food, Claus began to twirl his fingers around the stem of his wineglass, nodding towards the noises of the boy eating.

“Well, I heard you brought a friend back home with you on your last expedition out the city,” he began, “and you didn’t introduce him to me? Rather rude, considering how I’m your…father. I would die to meet whoever has stolen the heart of my boy, wish them a congratulations maybe. They chose someone good as a spouse.”

Claus smiled, gently, taking a sip of the fresh red wine, “maybe he could have joined us for dinner, hm?”

Klaus very nearly choked on his food at the remark of Fuel being a potential spouse. Not to mention how Claus had found out so quickly that Fuel was around– those Starmen…

Very quickly swallowing the portion in his mouth before he choked on it, Klaus spoke up as calmly as possible. “S-spouse?? A-ahah, n-no, he’s. Fuel’s no spouse, we-we’re just… We’re friends.” He scratched his nose briefly; a sign he was fibbing.

“I-I was only getting him settled. I was going to introduce him as soon as he got used to the place… He’s eager to meet you.”

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

“Don’t you have something to say?”

Claus lifted an eyebrow towards the young man as he resumed his dinner, taking a small bite of the meat in front of him. Quickly, Starman servants surrounding the chamber assembled a meal for Klaus to have, gently placing his plate before him.

“Or would you rather us eat in silence, hm?”

“Uh...” Klaus sat up straight in his seat, folding his hands in his lap. There was a visible nervousness in his body language. Of course he’d gotten much moer used to Claus by now, but there always was an intimidating air about him. “N-no, I don’t. I was told you needed to speak to me.”

He gave a few small glances towards the Starmen as they placed the meal down in front of him. He was in no rush to begin eating, evidently.

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Viola only pursed her lips together in response. Honestly, his promise didn’t sound all that reassuring to the girl. Nonetheless, she chooses not to say anymore on this and instead follows the boy, putting her entire trust (and life… let’s not forget her precious life that she has stolen) into his hands.

Ah. But no pressure.

Vaguely, she had noticed that the hissing was starting to become more and more faint as the stepped over the rocks, yet she paid no mind to them. She was already bitten by one, surely she would’ve felt faint by now or even had died if they’d carried any venom within their, uh, beak. Viola had simply just gone along with the boy in hopes that he would lead her away from the danger, maybe bring her to place where they carry an antidote. She’d assume that they were poisonous judging by the boy’s earlier reaction when she had warned him of the chimeras. Yet, here she was, completely fine and healthy… how odd. Perhaps this boy was just–

“!!”

Viola’s thoughts were cut short, her eyes slightly widened with surprise and out of reflex she jumps back an inch as soon as he’d let go of her wrist, in the process she’d almost lost her footing. Yet instead of falling into the stream with him, Viola had miraculously regain her balance on the stone she was currently standing on. Her small sense of panic had quickly left and instead replaced with mild annoyance towards the red head, glancing over to the pained boy with cold indifference. He was supposed to keep her safe, not almost cause her to drown with him!! Clumsy oaf… he should’ve been more mindful of where he was stepping! Well… no matter, better him than her she’d supposes. And at least the he had the right mind to let go of her wrist instead of just hanging on… though, at the same time was a pretty stupid move on his part. She could’ve probably prevented him from falling in…

Probably.

Regardless, the boy had missed his chance at survival. If she were to help him now, not only would that put Viola at a huge risk of falling in with him but, and most importantly, she might just ruin her lovely and clean dress by getting it all gross and wet. And that just simply won’t do! After taking two careful steps closer to him, she glances down to the boy with a blank expression and slightly kneels over him, placing both her hands over her knees.

“Hey, you don’t really need my help for this, do you?” she asked tonelessly, tilting her head a bit. “You can get out of there just as easily as you got in, yes? I did say earlier that I couldn’t swim, did I not? How’s a small girl like myself supposed to help a clumsy oaf like you? You should’ve been more careful. Oh well… these things happen I suppose.”

She gave him a shrug and straighten herself out. With that, she slowly makes her way over to the last two stones leading to the other side. “Pity too,” the blonde says over her shoulder. “I’m sure there will be some people that’ll miss you. But don’t worry, if I find anyone I’ll tell them that the death you died was quick and painless. And that you died protecting some poor, innocent girl that had gotten lost in the forest. That’s fine, right? At least people will know that your death was meaningful rather than something as silly as drowning.”

#braidedbenevolence #(( ooOMFG NO ITS OKAY WHAAAT ))#(( TIS IN THE NATURE OF ELLEN ))#(( CLAUS HAD THIS A LONG TIME COMIN R I P ))#(( BUT SERIOUSLY YOU RP HER SO WELL ITS KIND OF SUPER FRIGHTENING LIKE ????? HOLY HELL ))#(( i mean claus aint happy bout it but PBLBT IM INTO IT HES GON HAVE TO DEAL ))

"You're..."

Hearing her words caused his already-pale complexion to pale even more, if that was possible. His heart had suddenly started pounding against his ribcage, the noise resonating in his ears.

"Y-you're a goddamn psychopath! My ankle's hurt, y-you can't leave me in here!" He very nearly strained his voice from shouting so loudly at her. Genuine panic was setting in now.

If there was one thing that Claus feared more than snakes, it was death; particularly after his close encounter with it those years ago. That alone was one of the reasons he normally chose to stay indoors, and there was no doubt in his mind that attempting to do so today was the worst idea he'd had in his mind.

No, no... Calm down. Deep breaths.

Very carefully, he pulled himself around the rock, the pained pressures on both of his legs too great to pull himself back up properly. He shuffled slowly but surely, attempting to ignore the mild pain it wrought as the sharp rocks scraped his knee futher. Luckily the freezing water helped to numb it a little.

"You... Agh... Y-you owe me!"

Once he reached the other side of the rock, he used it as leverage to quickly push himself to the next rock. The stream very nearly swept him away, but he had managed to grab onto the rock tightly. He began repeat the process with the next rock until he was close enough to her.

"Y-You'd be halfway down a snake's throat without me-- how would you like that??" Once he was close enough, he reached upwards with one of his arms, outstretching it towards Viola. "Th-this is your last chance to quit kidding around. Help me up, o-or you're gonna regret it...!!"

"Did you call for me, sir?"

Claus’ eyes peered from their corners, at his younger counterpart that approached his table. From behind his dark eye patch, the red Gieeg eye pulsed accordingly; a heart beat in the presence of someone whom he would obtain much promise.

Turning slightly, Claus gave a warm smile and gestured with his cutting knife to a chair.

“Sit.”

Klaus licked his dry lips, feeling somewhat apprehensive. For the duration of his stay at the empire, he found that Claus was a difficult book to read-- impossible to pinpoint just how he felt, particularly when he was in this state of contentment.

Still, it wasn’t as though he could walk away from the emperor himself. The boy straightened up, never once taking his eye off of Claus as he approached the chair and took his designated seat.

“...”

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Meet the M u s e

#about #PFFBT IM PROLLY GONNA DIE AGAIN BUT #i saw this when changin main url and pBLT #THANKS AMBERRR <3

► Name ➔ “Claus.” ► Are you single ➔ " Yes.” ► Are you happy ➔ “I wouldn’t say so.” ► Are you angry? ➔ “Mostly.” ► Are your parents still married ➔ “HAHA.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Tazmily.” ► Hair Color ➔ “Red.” ► Eye Color ➔ “Green.” ► Birthday ➔ “April 8th.” ► Mood ➔ “Pfft.” ► Gender ➔ “Male.” ► Summer or winter ➔ “Winter.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Neither.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Good lord.” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Do we need to do this?” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Asking these is literally pointless.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “I hate everyone.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Including you, for continuing to ask these.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Ugh. I’ll wait it out.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “………” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “………”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “NEITHER. SHUT UP.” ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “What the hell are those.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “……Dogs.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A dog. I have a dog.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “A night in. Alone. With the door locked and the blinds drawn.” ► Day or night ➔ “Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Sure.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Yeah. I fell and broke my wrist.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “…No.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ -sigh-

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Oh hell no.” ► Fat or skinny ➔ “I don’t care.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “How many times do I have to say this.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “STOP.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ -exasperated groan-

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Don’t make me LAUGH.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Uh. Yeah. Sure.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “God… Yeah.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Almost…”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “If I hated someone, they wouldn’t be my friend.” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Ugh...” ► Who is your best friend ➔ “Would you count Boney?” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “No one hopefully.”

#about

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I

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the things

I used to

#musings

R O L E P L A Y C H A R A C T E R S T A T S S H E E T

Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information.

Hover underlined ‘links’ for better explanations, should you need them.

Pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

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Name: Claus Age: 13 Gender: Male Nationality: N/A Birthplace: Nowhere Islands Birthday: April 8th Sun Sign: Aries Residence: Tazmily Village. (Empire of Nowhere in AU RPs) Marital Status: Single (B/C like. 13 yo...) Alignment: Neutral

» L I K E S

Drink: Water Food: Bread Day or Night: Night Snacks: Cookies Song: Doesn’t listen to music Quote: “Go die.” --himself

Historical Character: N/A Pet: He loves Boney, but he’d love to have a bird of some kind. Book: N/A Colour: Blue Flower: Dandelions (”They’re flowers shut up.”) Sexuality: ANGRY

» L O O K S

Body type: Thin, but not unhealthily so. Little taller than his brother, though he’s much less fit than he is. This kid doesn’t get out much. B’) Eye colour: Green Hair colour: Red Body reference:

(that’s as close as we’re gettin’ today sOB,) Beauty Scale: thHAT AIN’T UP TO ME TBH

» T A G G I N G

LIKE. ZERO PEOPLE TBBBHH <’’3 Y’all can do this if you wannaaaa

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"...F...Fuel...?"

That voice.

He knew that voice. The harsh winds of the canyons surrounding him that early, early morning blew in his ears as the faint voice of someone he once loved echoed through.

“Klaus?” He asked, to himself first before rising his voice out to the fog, “Klaus?!” His Osohe cloak blew on his shoulders in every violent direction. Under the crook of his arm he held a basket of freshly picked vegetables from the secret garden he kept near a Drago’s den; slight dust of the canyon walls grazed their surface.

“Klaus!”

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The way Klaus spoke about Luke, it sent shivers down Fuel’s spine. How was it that he resented his brother so much? Fuel always figured Klaus loved Luke as he always had—this was only alien, hurtful even to him. How could that language come from Klaus’ mouth?

“Emperor? You mean, there’s a rebel alliance against King P?” Fuel asked, his eyebrows rising in question. How come he had not heard of it? Was he just that in the dark with the Osohe ghosts? Or was he that…gullible. Lighter had always told his son he was easy to eat up any information as the truth—was Klaus telling the truth now? Immediately, Fuel had a sense of distrust.

But it was Klaus, his best friend, his…his everything, almost. Somewhere, deep in his heart, he loved Klaus. He still did, of course, he was just unsure.

Now Klaus was offering something—to join this Emperor? This rebel alliance? “I…I would like to. I mean, if it would stop the Pigmasks and Fassad—“