there is no such thing as forgiveness.

reopened!

[godct]

hola

[catuoon]

how do u even live without cussing tho

[ohprcr]

7 years ago

[godct]

“Am i too late?”

    He’s coughing, coughing too much. There’s blood dripping down his mouth and from underneath the visor, landing on his shirt and hands. He’s really breaking down this time. 

    “Chell--” He reaches up on the counter, grasping the edge in attempt to pull his weak body up from where he sits on the floor. “The bottle of medication, the little bottle--!!”

    He thinks he placed on the counter. He can’t see it, and he’s unable to reach wherever it is. His heart hurts, pounds like the pounding in his head--and oh Lord, he can hardly breathe. 

    Is this it? Is this his final moment? Dying because he was pathetically unable to reach his medication? Would taking it now fix anything?      

[riskfulings-deactivated20180602]

&. SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

“please look at me.”

“is s/he really just a friend?”

“i’m just disappointed.”

“you know i’m not like that.”

“don’t give me space. that’s the last thing i want with you.”

“i know you still love me.”

“i can’t think straight with you.”

“why are you so stubborn?”

“don’t do this here.”

“trust me on this.”

“please don’t misunderstand me.”

“you… you never had a problem with it before.”

“i know i shouldn’t be here.”

“what do you mean by that?”

“you deserve more.”

“can you just kiss me? one last time? that’s all i ask.”

“i’m scared.”

“i swear i’ll do things different this time.”

“s/he’s beautiful. i hope s/he makes you happy.”

“i want to believe you, i do.”

“not everyone is going to hurt you.”

“i’m… i’m trying. i really am.”

“i can’t sleep.”

“how long will this go on for?”

“can i hug you?”

“do you ever mean the things you say?”

“you won’t understand.”

“you’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”

“am i too late?”

[godct]

A black kitten with a yellow scarf tied around her neck is left at Godot's door.

    “Well, would you look at that? Who would leave such a precious thing all by itself here?”

[yomicl-deactivated20200607]

    hello!! brand new Yomiel blog here!! if you’d like to plot or interact go on ahead and like or reblog this!!!

    I hope I’ll be able to do this character justice! the main verse is while he’s still the antagonist, but I’m willing to rp him post-fate change.

[theothervonkarmagirl]

    “I bring quite a lot to the table, lady. In the court of law, expect nothing less than the best–I’d hate to make a pretty girl cry.”

    Some say that he could be crueler than he was before. He’d agree most times, he just can’t help being a smug bastard. 

“What a gentleman,” she hummed. “And I’ll hold you to those claims.”

“In fact, we can make it a little more interesting, if you’d like. Are you a gambling man, Mr. Godot?”

[godct]

    “I’ve made some bad gambles with life, sweetheart. If I can handle that, I’m quite sure I can handle whatever you’re willing to gamble on, dear,” his voice was laced with absolute arrogance and just a touch of playfulness. 

    He shouldn’t be dabbing in things like this, but it couldn’t be too bad just this once!

[godct]

    He wanted at laugh at her apparent ‘comment’. If he wanted to kill himself like that he would have used something far more practical than measly tie. Not that he wanted to kill himself. 

   “Alright, stop trying to kill me. It’s just something you wear, understand? Like a hair tie, or a hat,” he explained. 

    It surprised him what little she knew of the world. What he gathered from her so far was already rather alarming. She had an unnecessary surgery that removed her voice. She seems to be very distrustful towards everyone. There were numerous possibilities; abandoned, runaway--even brought up in a horrible home where she wasn’t allowed out much. Terrible situations. 

    He needed to understand. 

    “Chell, pardon the change in subject. But where are you from...?” 

[godct]

sorry i haven’t been too active!! i just finished a move, so I’m here now.

also, totally making a yomiel rp blog. 

[this-account-is-dead-ya-noobs-d]

HELP REPORT THIS BLOG

So, someone sent me to this blog on here called littlecpking and guys

IT’S A PEDO BLOG

IT’S FULL OF LITTLE GIRLS AS YOUNG AS 9 IN POSITIONS AND IN REVEALING CLOTHING.

IT’S BAD

GO TO https://report.cybertip.org/ AND REPORT IT TO THE POLICE SO THEY CAN GET THIS GUY

PLEASE REBLOG THIS. DON’T LIKE IT, CAUSE THAT’S NOT GOING TO HELP ANYONE. 

REBLOG IT

[ebooleant-deactivated20180706]

Guys, it gets worse.

If you look at who that blog is following, you’ll see the URL of one littlewhisperslamechochis20, who is following 206 people. Some of them are regular porn blogs or other seemingly innocuous things, and others… well, judge for yourself.

Report, report, report. And remember, this rabbit hole goes deeper.

[this-account-is-dead-ya-noobs-d]

OH MY GOODNESS ALIVE WHY!?

[nunyabizni]

Report to the link above or the fbi do not go to staff, all they’ll do is date them. Authorities can get them tossed in jail or worse.

[godct]

you’ve got a good life, baby:

Maya looked at the picture on her phone and grinned. His smile in the picture was so genuine, so happy. Seeing Diego smile filled Maya’s chest with warmth. She hadn’t seen him so happy…well, ever. 

Frankly; she hadn’t been this happy since her wedding to Miles. Granted, she had been very happy, but not as happy as she was right now. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she was glad to not be pregnant anymore. 

The medium leaned back on her bed again and closed her eyes for a moment. She let out a yawn. Perhaps she was more tired than she thought she was. Giving birth was a tiring activity, after all. She forced herself to stay awake, though. She could take a nap once Diego was gone. She wanted to be awake so that they could spend some time together.

“So…how have you been feeling?” Maya asked. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been around lately.” 

    Diego snorted at her yawn, agreeing with her. He was tired too, hence why he drank numerous amount of coffee in a single day. Before the incident, he just liked the taste of the bitter delicacy. Now, he drinks it to stay awake. Bodily aches left him in a constant state of fatigue, accompanied with dull headaches. It served as a better form of medication that his real one. 

    “Mentally? Better. I’ve been in better spirits since being around the manor--pun and all.”

    It wasn’t a huge change in mental state of mind, but Maya didn’t need to know that. His presence there wasn’t the reason for the slight change, either. Rather, it was what followed just before his last heart attack. He finally saw and accepted that someone wanted him alive. Thought he should be alive. Although he didn’t necessarily agree--he did for her sake. He had to. 

    He’s improved, that’s all that mattered. 

    “Physically, still hurting. Still dying. But still alive,” he adjusts his hold on the baby. “Hey, don’t apologize for that. You’ve got a life to live. So live it.”

[myfrillspaythebills]

    “Nope. No idea who that is,” he says, agreeing with the prosecutor. 

    Diego could see someone like him dating a CEO. Those types of people have a certain air about them. Expensive, and important. Diego was the type of man to have a taste in the smaller things. Like a watch, or a very nice suit. Not a big fancy house, office, or car. Edgeworth was clearly a man of taste, though he was sure he’d never outright admit it. 

    “What exactly is she a CEO of?” He raised his head in curiosity. 

“A fashion house. REVOCS, have you heard of it?”

“It’s based in Japan, but has outlets worldwide,” he glanced, discreetly, at the picture of her on his desk, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. “She’s the latest heir.”

[godct]

    “I sure haven’t,” he says, not exactly one to keep up with most things nowadays. “She must be just as rich as you are, huh?”

[theothervonkarmagirl]

    Godot couldn’t decide if he liked how much closer she was getting to him. He only smirked once more, hiding any trace of uncertainty, “You sure you’d like to go up against me? Don’t let the hair fool you, I’m still young.”

    Young as he wants to be, anyway. He was pushing 45 at this point. 

    “I don’t want to crush your little heart, princess. I’d hate to embarrass you.”

“Embarrass me?”

“Despite my looks, I’m not as young as you think. I’ve been doing this for a while. It will take a lot to embarrass me, my mysterious friend.”

“You’d have to bring everything that you have. Let’s hope it’s enough, or else this moment will prove very ironic for you~”

[godct]

    “I bring quite a lot to the table, lady. In the court of law, expect nothing less than the best--I’d hate to make a pretty girl cry.”

    Some say that he could be crueler than he was before. He’d agree most times, he just can’t help being a smug bastard. 

[godct]

    Godot almost took a small step back, caught off-guard, “Easy, kitty. I wasn’t trying to offend you. If anything, I was only trying to poke fun at myself.”

    Everyone knows how much of a hot-shot he used to be. Now, he’s just more of an asshole than anything. 

[unaccompaniedescapist]

Making fun of himself? That was a…relatively new concept. Chell hadn’t met many people, and they were all self-centered egotists. 

She wasn’t sure she understood why anyone would tease themselves when there were plenty of people to do that for them. 

Change of topic, then. She tugged gently at his tie and tilted her head. 

What’s this for? 

[godct]

    “You’re like an animal, sometimes. Or, a small infant,” he comments on her lack of knowledge on something so common. “It makes me look more handsome.” He says, more or less joking. “Gives me a professional look. After all, who would show up in court looking like a fool?”

[godct]

come on, kid:

“Is… Is he supposed to feed me?”

“I mean, he’s my boss – not my dad. Not even Mr. Gavin–” He paused then, realizing the statement wouldn’t be true if he finished it; his former mentor and boss had taken him out for lunch from time to time. He shook his head and decided to take a different approach. “I don’t think Mr. Wright does much better himself; I really don’t think he’s holding out on us.”

    How ignorant of Wright. Why would have younger folks like the one before him under his care--his supervision, no less, and not give them some sort of compensation. If Apollo really worked under Wright’s wing, he didn’t seem to be faring well. Not that Godot was doing any better, but at least he’d offer a nice cup of dark, bitter coffee. 

    “Right--got me there. But what if you were to pass out, hm?” He scoffs, rolling his blind eyes. “How about I share some of what I have? It’s not much--but it’s something.”

    Godot never minded sharing one of his greatest passions. Though, there were very few that enjoyed it the way he did. 

[pahnts]

piece for the @beeavenue zine! I love these kids with my whole heart