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hyilc:

one thing i have learned during my short time working alongside crow is that 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 . ——— a mouth he seldom controls . whenever his lips open i get preemptively irritated . i want to just tear up his mouth so he can’t ever speak again . ever . the fact he thinks he can speak to me that way , in my domain . the fact he’s witnessed the apex of my abilities with his own eyes &. still sees himself as comparable to me … comparable enough to disobey me yet again .

𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 &. 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 ——— in other words , i earned the right to ascend from ‘ ayano kirigoe ‘ . yaldabaoth told me that this world was owed to me . this world was made for me . i’m humbled when i’m in the real world &. i feel the lies of mortality creep up on me . but i’m well aware of where i stand . it’s never more clear than when i’m here .

i don’t hear anything when he starts blabbing ; hadn’t i made myself clear many times over ? whatever ! whatever ! whatever ! if you had just 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴 then we wouldn’t be wasting time ! this isn’t a stroll through the park , we have a mission to complete . stopping to fight every little thing you see just because you have no self control is when your little pity party gets in the way of my wants &. my needs !

so when his saber comes near my face , the heat incinerating my split ends as i snap my neck backwards , i’m understandably 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝 . something in my skull pops &. a raw energy ripples through my skeleton . suddenly i’m not moving quite so human .

i blink &. my knife is in my hands . “ if you were even half as smart as i am it’d be 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗’ obvious why everything i say makes the most sense . ” i can feel my birthright running through me . joker &. i together , we’ll put him in his place .

if you were even slightly less wild , you’d be afraid. but fear left you a long time ago. you’re not even a person at this point. you’re your own wild beast , a thing made out of impulse, fury and want. you want - you want - you want to kill him ! loki laughs and snaps inside you. you are loki, and loki is you , a twisted thing, all stripes and camoflage and knives for claws, chains snapping, blades descending. you’re all weapons, you’re all violence. you’re going to kill him.

( except you’re not. because you need ayano kirigoe. you need it, and it stings. what’s your options without it around ? becoming your father’s dog again ? these few months have truly put into perspective how tied down you were and you’re cutting those chains, now , but you need ayano to do it. you can’t do it alone and it fucking hurts. you need nothing and no one and you want to be alone but you can’t. but you can - you can teach him not to expect you to be at his fucking beck and call. )

your blade is sharp as teeth, snarled and singing and wild. you turn the serrated edge towards him, heavy with the knowledge that his personas have healing spells, and that you have medicine in your pockets. you snarl - who’s talking beast now ? well, you’re hardly human, and neither is ayano, but you’re not his. you’re not his to pull around and make into a little loyal puppy. you’ve seen how the rest of his friends are when they’re fighting. you’ve seen, and you hate it. you’re different. you’re special. you’re better than them, and at least as good as ayano.

you’re strong and smart and you’ve been doing this for two fucking years longer than it has, two years that made you all steel and sinew, all tooth and bone, all sharpened and violent and death personified. you’re relied upon and feared across the crime sphere ! the threat of someone causing mental shutdowns, making people go berserk - you have that, and no one else. you hear people talk about it, afraid, as you walk through your father’s building. that’s you. that’s you.

you want to hurt it. so you lash out with the clawed tips of your hands, catch its shoulder, and dig your talons in as best as you can. berserk yourself, loki whispers. go on, sweetest, dearest, go on. you resist the urge for now. it’s not like that yet. all the same, as you snarl, you swing your blade towards him, with enough force to rend his head from his shoulders if he doesn’t block. you know he will.

“ the most sense ? are you fucking out of your mind ? i survived for two years on my own, you little shit. you think that suddenly because you’re here i need to do exactly as you say ? i’ll do whatever the fuck i want, and there’s nothing you can do about it, so go fucking die in a hole, you piece of shit ! ”

#hyilc #this is so rusty i havent written in so long #i missed writing goro

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NOW ONLY DOGS WILL FOLLOW ME . ( is he following ? ) i BITE at the hand that feeds me ; SNAP at the face that eats me . some kind of animal cannibal made impressions on me ! ©

#hi follow me here or ill get u

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i don’t have icons or much set up yet, but regardless : like / reblog to interact with a fandomless nephilim oc who calls himself sparrow . he’s a famous social media influencer with a lot to hide and far too many masks to keep things together a whole lot of trauma. written by mallory !

#hi #ill still be keeping goros blog alive but. this oc is kinda the goro ive written here turned into a fandomless oc so . ( drops him )

i made my goro into a fandomless oc should i rp him or look at him

#his name for now is sparrow #hes a nephilim.... hes the mc of a new project im gonna be working on #i just (grabs the lore ive done here) oc time :]]#my goro is so canon divergent tht i can just do tht so JJSFIOS #also im taking what i did w botan's backstory and doing tht too

15 ASSOCIATIONS : repost and fill in the words you most associate with your character .

- animal : wolves/dogs , crows , vultures , parasitic insects

- color : crimson , dark grey , dark blue - month : june . - song : mcgreggor - elbow - number : fourteen , zero - day or night : night . - plant : red spider lillies , yellow camellia , zinnia - smell : dust , steel , blood - season : summer , winter - food : stew - astrological sign : gemini . - element : earth, fire . - drink : cold water. .

tagged by: @godkin tagging: You

#in you there is an insatiable hunger for destruction ; in you there is an appetite.#this was fun but goro is actually very boring

@hyilc asked: devotion .

you are violently and wonderfully free. you are bound to nothing and no one but yourself. there is no leash round your neck, and no chain around your throat, and nothing ties you down anymore. this would be wonderful - would be wonderful were it true. how fickle your life is, that it sends you spinning from one chain to another. looking back on everything, you’ve been stuck between one death and another, slightly slower, slightly kinder one. you’ve held your heart between your teeth and crushed it, let the blood drop down onto the floor.

you are violently and wonderfully free, save the thing called a heart that you tried to destroy but still beats inside you violently, angrily, painfully. you are still tied up. ( you tied yourself up. ) ayano kirigoe walked into your life, and you picked up the chain, and handed it to him. he’s kind ( hah ) enough to let you feel free. maybe he doesn’t know he has your heart hook, line and sinker. that would be very dim of him. that would be very dense of it. you know its better than that.

this is why you pulled the trigger. this is why you didn’t forgive it, in that interrogation room. this is why you stopped this. you’re stopping everything, you’re stopping ayano, your father, yourself - everything. you want it to stop. you don’t care about the humming in your ears anymore. you don’t care about plans or anything like that. you don’t care.

( in the interrorgation room, sobbing over ayano’s body, knowing it couldnt hear. did you whisper an apology? did you? did it matter? )

it’s awful that after all this time, you’re still tied to him. when they found out he was alive, not dead, not dead at all, you were as relieved as you were fucking furious, and yet here you are, getting ready to kill him once more. ( you’re so fucking stupid, you know you can’t do that. you’ve seen how fucking indestructable it is. you’ve seen with your own two eyes. you’re just playing a part, letting yourself get jerked along by someone elses strings, like a noose round your neck. )

if it asked, would you stop ? you think the answer is no. you think you’re self destructing. you think that , for all the way that you’re going in with the intent to kill, you will be the one to die here. and that’s fine. it’s alright, because - your heart is alive, after all, a wild and fickle little thing that says it’s fine, if i die, as long as he’s okay, as long as he’s okay. it’s something, like the church your orphanage was built around, like knees on the floor at the altar, like rapture or pandemonium or something similar, like judgement, but of the romantic variation, the personal variation where you brought it upon yourself knowingly. this is what you tell yourself, before your feet meet the floor in the engine room, as you move to contront the phantom thieves ( but really ayano, just ayano, just it. no one else there matters. ) for what you hope will be the last time.

#hyilc #suicide idealisation /#wahoo ! ! !! !#post interrogation room blues :D

sagamemes

challenge my writing. send me a word, and i will write a drabble about that topic—but without ever using the word you said.

the word can be anything. try a colour, an emotion, relationships, the weather, or even a name to make me think what that word means to our muses’ dynamic and how can i convey that without saying the word. synonyms are allowed… but let’s try to be creative here, guys.

#hi i want to write drabbles