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if i had to explain my life in one word…. it’d bewhy.
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we feel like this is the perfect time to say it again w/ all the herald talk on our dashes but koto hates other heralds. if ur not a johto or kanto herald gtfo you’re in her territory.
( FAILURE. )
“You’re a criminal. You have a weak mind by default,” she spat. “I’m not to be blamed for the weakness in my son. I didn’t push him into a life of depravity–he fell because he couldn’t stand on his own two feet. Now get out of here–or do I have to show you what strength of mind really is?”
‘ criminals are weak minded by default? ‘ ooh, oh god she’s going to DIE LAUGHING! (what a condescending laugh she has.) ‘ ooh, oh, yer gonna kill me! ever thought ‘bout bein’ a stand up comedian? you’d be great. fuckin’... haahhaaha! weak minded! hahahaha!! what fuckin’ BULLSHIT, princess. god, you are one conceited bitch, ain’t ya? fuckin’ DUMB, too! pfffthaaha! y’really know nothin’, don’t ya? godDAMN, what a sheltered, single minded girl y’are. fuckin’... pffffhaaaha! wait ‘till i tell th’others.. they’re gonna get a damn good laugh outta yer stupidity... ‘
( FAILURE. )
“You don’t know anything about my son.”
She knows next to nothing about Kotone’s parents, but she knows an insult when she hears it–and she knows when to tell people to stay the hell out of her business.
“Of course I treated him like a person. I praised him when he deserved it, pointed out his faults when appropriate, and made him work harder to improve. What, are you like this because you were also too weak to handle that? Don’t waste my time.”
‘ know nothin’ ‘bout yer son, but i know ya. ‘ weak? how absurd.
‘ mmhm, i see now. DENIAL, huh? why ain’t i surprised. stuck on yer high horse, refusin’ t’see th’shit you’ve done -- typical. an’weak? ‘ she can’t help but actually laugh. ‘ yer even more delusional than i thought. ‘
( ELF BOY. )
“ don’t make me feel special, koto.”
‘ maybe i like t’. ‘
okay so we’re actually gonna talk in detail about kotos parents & why, if you’re ever lumped together with them, you don fucked up.
putting it under a read more cause........ yea. warnings for abuse. && also: remember they are not the only reason she turned out this way. a lot of shit has happened to her & her chosen family.
( ‘ELLO ELF BOY. )
“ Heh. Waiting until her accent drops. “
‘ sorta dun feel like she deserves it. ‘
( FAILURE. )
“I have three other children who turned out normal. I hardly think it’s my fault for having one bad egg in the clutch,” she shot back. “What’s wrong with you, anyway? You seem just like him.”
‘ aha, i see then -- so y’cared more ‘bout th’others than y’did him, huh? treated ‘em like PEOPLE, did ya?’ hums, ‘ me? m’parents weren’t any better than ya. ‘
( FAILURE. )
“Honestly? I would have disowned you, too.”
‘ really now? i dun think y’have any room t’say that, if y’can’t even raise a kid right in th’first place. yer so happy ‘bout puttin ALL th’blame on him, but y’wanna know somethin’? yer no better, princess. yer at fault, too. ‘
‘ y’get worse an’worse every second, don’t ya. ‘
THIS THREAD WAS JUST MEANT TO BE KOTONE BEING A LIL SHIT & YET
( FAILURE. )
Oh. So she was one of these kinds of criminals.
She should have guessed it from the start, long before she started spewing all this terrorist’s rhetoric that could have come straight from a bad rap song. The way Kotone had treasured her atrocities, the way she’d held them high above Zoe’s catastrophic failures even though dealing drugs was lower still–her views were so terrifying, and yet they were so predictable. She was no different than the angry, faceless killers who nightly roamed Snowpoint’s streets, so consumed by their selfishness that they couldn’t see how pathetic their violent lives had truly become.
Only thing was–this woman wasn’t faceless.
She was Kotone Zeapha, for Heaven’s sake. Kotone Zeapha could kill her right here and now in broad daylight because the Kantonian police force was too incompetent and all of Kanto too scared to fight back. Even if she managed to resist–Zoe Qin fighting a drug dealer on the streets! Imagine that!–this woman probably had tens of henchmen lurking in the alleyways, ready to shoot the shit out of Zoe or anyone else who posed a threat. And now that the beast had bared her teeth this way, Zoe didn’t want a bite.
She couldn’t risk that now, not when she had so much more to accomplish. Even so, she was never one to pass up a parting shot.
Slowly, she lowered her finger, but held the criminal’s gaze even as she began to edge away.
“In that case,” she said quietly, “I congratulate you on your false victories.”
that kind of criminal? it’s dangerous to assume she && her underlings are SIMPLY THAT && nothing more (drugs are just one thing they deal in; with a horrid reputation for what they bring, many have come forth for their other services.) the common criminal doesn’t hold a candle to them, && those that try are brought down before their prime.
it’d be EASY, so very easy, to bring this woman from her high horse. drag her along the pavement, show her horrors she’d never seen (GIVE HER A CHALLENGE, && she’ll take it -- but prove your worth before she wastes her time.)
these types of people ENRAGE HER. the world is expected of them, their teachings are top notch, high class assholes with ten thousand STICKS shoved up their ass -- && so they expect the same from everyone else. they want everyone to follow their example, their teachings, their viewings. && if you don’t, if you’re so far from that spectrum as the herald is, NOTHING YOU DO IS GOOD ENOUGH.
not that she’d want to be for a failure as her.
‘ lil princess, y’dunno SHIT. ‘
they could’ve had a life; they could’ve been normal kids. they had the chance, && they would go for it -- only for the PIGS && RADICALS to tear it away. ... no, they didn’t just tear it away.
THEY BURNED IT; they destroyed it. killed, tortured, demolished. innocent, good people were brutally murdered in the infernos. && no one but those regarded as delinquents came to their rescue. two children without families became three. they were nothing, && somehow... they became less than nothing after that -- only to GROW. violence was their outlet, their bread && butter (at the very least those who became their victims were those that wronged them in the past; those that wronged others in the most savage of ways.) did they see themselves as heros? no. they’re the villains, the antagonists. but even they have morals.
‘ false victories? m’sure you know what they are pretty damn personally, don’t ya? FAILURE AFTER FAILURE, wit’eyes on ya every where. they ‘xpected th’world from ya, didn’t they? y’teachers, y’parents, y’students -- even strangers. they all watched, didn’t they? wit’pryin’ eyes, starin’ y’down, an’each an’every time, y’failed. ‘ an’now.. Y’KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE, don’t ya? t’be on rock bottom. t’be nowhere, no one.
‘ lemme tell y’somethin’ -- y’ain’t comin’ back from that. ‘ an’y’don’t like it, do ya? you’re HATED, despised. yer seen as nothin’ but a FAILURE now, not even worth bein’ called a rug for people t’step on. nah, yer more like a piece of shit. seen wit’disgust, scrunched nose, hated an’disposed of as quickly as possible. yer avoided like th’dead. th’only people that’ll like a piece a’shit like y’are freaks && dogs. ‘
misc headcanons #6
food:: kotone isn’t actually picky about what she eats -- in fact, the less ‘fancy’ it is, the better. she has more of a taste for fast food & anything that takes just a little bit of time to cook, that doesn’t have a lot of spices in it. (mainly this comes from her years of living on the streets & not having a lot of money for her & her sibling, so they’d make ends meet with food by just.. anything, really. bland, sometimes under or over cooked food.) she doesn’t mind undercooked food, either, & sometimes likes burnt food better, since to her it adds more flavor to something that’d be be bland. but, yea, she’ll eat pretty much anything. she also likes medium rare to rare steak.
immune system:: her immune system is fucking insane. she rarely to never gets sick, the only times she ever will is if she’s an idiot & takes literally no precautions. which, with her, isn’t often.
pain resistance:: a lot of her nerves are actually pretty fucked, & it takes a lot of presure / pain for her to notice depending on where it is. even so her pain resistance is pretty damn high too.
❛ Sit still, please! ❜ Her tone carries a bite usually absent, an urgency in each syllable as she grips Kotone's arm just this side of too tightly. She's holding a bandage in her free hand- the scrape on Kotone's arm is little more than a scratch, really, but she's still insisting on treating it. ❛ It'll just be a second- promise! ❜
‘ why are y’always so INSISTENT on helpin’ me? ‘ it’s like she doesn’t know who or what this woman is, the leader bathed in DANGER && looked at with hatred && fear. yet, here the sugar lipped woman sits with the notorious heralds arm gripped tightly in her hand (it’s a SURPRISE, just how goddamn strong she is.) does she not know, or does she simply not care?
Bold Your Muse's Preferences.
go into the future / past never age physically / mentally lose your eyesight / hearing the first / the last to die in a group have it constantly dark / light extreme cold / hot weather have ringing in your ear / see hallucinations the deep sea / far in outer space be apathetic / ignorant get even / over it always tell the truth / lie change the colour of your hair / eyes to kill / be killed give / take bad advice
( IDIOT. )
“Oh, it’s you. What do you want? I’d rather you just spit it out instead of standing there looking so fuckin’ stupid.”
just.. fucking drapes her arms over his shoulders, leaning with almost all of her weight on his back. ‘ ‘ey there dumbass. ‘
( FAILURE. )
“…No.”
Enough playing with words. She’s just going to state it flat out–no.
She pushes her chair aside, and stands up to look down at her tormentor, shoving a finger in the criminal’s face.
“I don’t know what you want with your sad little drug ring, but you don’t get to tell me you’ve built something great when all you’ll ever do is destroy. What can you even hope for? Where can you even go from here? Everything you do will be the same as before–more violence, more blackmail, more victims. No real change, no real progress, no real contribution. And you think the greatest accomplishment in the world is not getting caught? Are you really so petty and shortsighted that you have no other vision?” she spat. “Don’t you dare try convince me that that’s any sort of accomplishment. And don’t you dare try and tell me I haven’t contributed anything either, because you’ve still proved yourself incapable of doing so.”
Fighting words from a beaten woman, she knew. But as long as there was a single spark, it would always be enough to start another flame.
‘ get your finger out of my face before i bite it off. ‘
her threats are NOT hollow, her voice is flat && true -- she’ll take your finger if she damn well pleases, so get it out of her face you goddamn simpleton. ‘ sad little drug ring? dun make me laugh. y’dunno half th’shit we do, dunno even a tiny bit of th’shit i do. ye, I HURT PEOPLE, an’y’wanna know somethin’? y’wanna know th’truth ‘bout why i do it? ‘ her grin takes a near SICKENING FORM, confidence oozing from her stature, hazel orbs locked in a gazing battle with the other. there’s a glint there, one that could send a shiver down the backs of strong men && women. ‘y’really wanna know? i’ll tell ya -- -- ‘ I FUCKIN’ ENJOY IT, girly. all th’destruction? i like it, all th’pain? it’s goddamn lovely. i’ve LOVED it since i was a kid, y’know? found out i got a talent for it -- me an’m’family love it. goddamn MISFITS on th’streets, already counted out by society even before we’re teens jus’cause we ain’t th’type t’follow all th’rules, ‘cause we talked t’th’wrong person, doesn’t matter if y’were actually a good kid -- THEY’LL BURN DOWN YER HOUSE && KILL YER PARENTS ‘cause y’was seen wit’th’wrong person that one time. ‘ we got a lotta anger t’get out, lil princess, LOTS AN’LOTS of it. ‘ sadistic an’angry fuckin’ teens wit’no sight, fuckin’ risin’ through && emergin’ victorious. buncha nobodies wit’out parents, becomin’ what we are. takin’ in kids that ain’t got a place t’go, givin’ people a family that ain’t got one, givin’ people a second chance at life ‘cause th’big men decided they weren’t WORTH BREATHIN’. YEA, we hurt people -- an’we like it. we do what we want, ‘cause we’re all selfish && power hungry.
‘ yea, we’re criminals, && it’s fucking ecstatic. ‘