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@onyx-feathers
➵ Feel now’s good enough a time as any to start a few threads for Dark Pit. Like for a small starter (one or two lines) and I’ll write something up. Taking about 3 for now (those I’ve threaded with before excepted from cap!) Feel free to message me to plot for a longer starter.
【 ➵ 】 AGGRESSIVELY JAMS MY HEAD ABOVE GROUND
I liiiive. Sorry for poofing Life decided to kick my ass and THEN tumblr decided to be weird and prevent me from logging in with a rlly weird error message? Idk man. Anyways I am once again active with Dark Pit!! I will be posting a ca rp ad in response to the new event at some point today. @illyxasviel, @berserkertype If you want me to respond to our previous thread, let me know! DP’s other active threads I’m gonna have to drop, sorry,,,
[ Wanted to mention for anybody looking to plot event:Motherlode starters with me- Dark Pit is immune to the event. ]
【 ➵ 】An odd emotion- amusement maybe?- bubbles him his chest when she, of all things, seems impressed by his wings. It takes real effort to not puff out his chest a little like the crow he is- instead he takes silent pride in her reaction with a delighted feather ruffle and small smile. When she steps closer once more, the angel doesn’t pull away. She seems to have a genuine and innocent interest in him, and Pitch doesn’t sense any malice. ‘Curious.’
“Illyasviel,” he parrots back, and he fumbles a little awkwardly over it. But he repeats it a few times as if determined to commit it to memory, and after a few soft repetitions, he seemed confident. “Illyasviel. It’s a nice name.” He means it. When she asks about how long he’s been in the Hive, he pauses, ruffling his feathers thoughtfully. How long was long for humans? He’d been here quite a few months. Maybe that was long.
“I have,” he responds, slowly, carefully. “What about you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around, now that I think about it.” Not that he paid most citizens much attention anyways.
Illya smiled at his compliment, a small blush reaching her pale cheeks. “Thank you.”
Ah, he’d been here a while then. Interesting. Illya wanted to learn as much as she could about this place and it was best to ask those who had been here for a while but that could wait just a little bit longer. “Over a month, I think…” She paused. Yes, a month. “They gave me a phone, that’s how I know. My abilities are still capped, though.”
The way he ruffled his feathers was just adorable and Illya couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer. She nodded toward his wings. “May I?” She asked. “They look really soft…”
【 ➵ 】She’d been here a month? Pitch furrows his brow a little. He considers himself good at remembering faces, but can’t recall having ever seen Illyasviel on his usual coasts through the City. Maybe she was one of those types show spend their first few months in the City hidden away, getting used to their surroundings. He certainly had.
“Be careful about getting your abilities back,” the angel replied, voice gruff. “They don’t always work the way you think, and they decide what you get.” He should know. Pitch makes it clear with his tone that’s all he’s going to speak on that matter. The rest should needed to see to herself to understand. He makes a mental note to remember she has a phone- and to keep his own avalible should she need a hand.
The angel startles a little when Illyasviel asks to- of all things- touch his wings. Pitch gives a Illyasviel long look, as if weighing the pros and cons, before making a small affirmative noise and a nod. He’d recently brushed them after all- they were bound to still be rather soft and fluffed up. The fact that she was one of the first of many to simply ask was definitely a plus.
“...sure. ‘s long as you’re gentle. They’re more sensitive than they look.”
He turns his back to her just so. There’s abit of hesitance, he’s rarely comfortable offering his wings to another like this- but he carefully extends a wing to her.
【 ➵ 】The very first thing the angel registers when he wakes is the soft sound of dust falling and the low rumble in the distance. His vision is blurry, and he feels heavier than he’s ever felt before. For a few seconds, Pitch can’t remember where he is or how he ended up here. He just feels numb, and confused, and why is his vision so hazy-
Oh. He remembers now. He remembers flying through the city when he heard the low rumble that soon erupted into a deafening roar, remembered seeing the city streets crack and split apart into gaping chasms underneath him. Remembers fear striking into his heart as the tall buildings crumbled around him, remembers dipping and dodging and careening out of the way of the debris. Somewhere along the way, he must have been hit and struck down.
Remembering the past few minutes- maybe hours? He’s not sure how long he’s been under the rubble- sends pain going through him. Definitely delayed, but better than never. He accesses his injuries. He’s got a cut on his chin that’ll heal soon, and a few cuts in his arms and legs, most shallow enough not to worry about. His wrist might be broken- maybe it broke his fall?- and he shifts to not put weight on it. The most worrisome thing is his wings. While one is safely tucked on his back, the other is stuck underneath a sizeable piece of concrete, and by the pain searing through him he’s sure a few of it’s bones are broken.
The air here is thick with dust- explains his hazy vision- and Pitch knows he needs to get out. He can’t just push the rubble off- it’s possible it’s mangle his wing, and he’s not at the right angle to do so. He tries to shift himself up. Maybe he can call for help? He doubts his voice will be heard- his throats feels dry and scratchy with all the dust he’s been inhaling. One thing to do then.
Ignoring the intense pain in his side, the angel raises a wing as far as he can until he’s sure some of it is poking beyond the debris, and fills his wings with the Power of Flight. They glow bright purple, and he weakly waves it about like a beacon- calling for help.
【 ➵ 】Pitch seems content to spread his wings out a little more, giving them both a strong flap and sending black feathers scattering and drifting off to the floor. He doesn’t notice she’s gotten closer, until she is, and the dark angel makes a thin, surprised noise in the back of his throat as he sharply recoils. Blood eyes looked her up and down- and huh, her eyes are just as red as his, interesting- but he once again relaxes. Never seen anyone like him. Huh. Pitch snorts, almost with amusement. She hadn’t met Pit, then.
“The name’s Pitch,” he responds, shifting his weight to the balls of his toes. “You might hear some entitled nimwits here call me Dark Pit. Don’t follow their example.” He rocks slightly on his heels, before looking back at her curiously. “And you are?”
She gave a small gasp as he spread his wings; he looked so cool! She laughed a little in approval, enjoying the experience immensely. She continued to stare at him in awe but as she was about to compliment him once again, he seemed to notice she had become rather close to him and instantly recoiled. His sudden movement made her take a step back too, perhaps thinking her boldness had been a little too much. She smiled, showing she meant no harm and she took a small step forward again. He seemed on edge, cautious, and Illya was determined to earn his trust. Perhaps friendship too, that would be nice.
“I’m Illyasviel!” She greeted cheerfully. “Don’t worry, you told me your name is Pitch therefore that is what I shall call you.” It would be rude not to after all. “Have you been here long?”
【 ➵ 】An odd emotion- amusement maybe?- bubbles him his chest when she, of all things, seems impressed by his wings. It takes real effort to not puff out his chest a little like the crow he is- instead he takes silent pride in her reaction with a delighted feather ruffle and small smile. When she steps closer once more, the angel doesn’t pull away. She seems to have a genuine and innocent interest in him, and Pitch doesn’t sense any malice. ‘Curious.’
“Illyasviel,” he parrots back, and he fumbles a little awkwardly over it. But he repeats it a few times as if determined to commit it to memory, and after a few soft repetitions, he seemed confident. “Illyasviel. It’s a nice name.” He means it. When she asks about how long he’s been in the Hive, he pauses, ruffling his feathers thoughtfully. How long was long for humans? He’d been here quite a few months. Maybe that was long.
“I have,” he responds, slowly, carefully. “What about you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around, now that I think about it.” Not that he paid most citizens much attention anyways.
❛my life is one big ‘ wow, ok. ’❜
Tumblr Text Post Starters: [ Accepting ]
【 ➵ 】 That elicits a rare burst of small chuckles from the black-winged angel, and he crosses his arms over his chest with a understanding smirk.
“I can certainly empathize with you there,” he says, voice laced with humor.
Emotions: pity, relief, and exasperation
Non-Verbal Emotion Expression Meme: [ Accepting ]
➵ Pity (hah): It’s rare Pitch feels pity for anybody- mostly because there’s so few people he cares about enough to exude strong emotion for. But for the few he does, he definitely softens- and there a tinge of sadness in his eyes. He may close his wings about himself, as if to comfort himself.
➵ Relief: If there’s any reason for Pitch to feel relief, then there was a reason for him to be so tightly wound in the first place. Usually, once he realizes things will be ok (or that he’ll be ok) the tension usually drains from his shoulders, leaving him much more lax than before. His wings will close up a little- as when he’s tense he tends to flare them- and he might ruffle them a few times to loosen them up.
➵ Exasperation: The universally understood eyeroll. He usually sets a grumpy look on his face, or perhaps a blank, unimpressed one- making it clear he’s in no mood for anymore shenanigans. In either case, he always flaps his wings a few times, expressing his intense annoyance.
☯ is my muse more idealistic or cynical? // ▲ my muse's happiest memory
Headcannon Symbol Meme: [ Accepting ]
☯: Trusting others is for heros, children, and idiots. Surprisingly enough Pitch is cynical, though as far as he sees it he has every reason to be so. Years of being called by that god-awful nickname, being treated like Pit’s leftovers, has left him generally suspicious of anything and anyone that approached him. He has a hard time believing anybody has any genuine interest in him, and as such, has a hard time learning to trust others. He used to getting along on his own, and can be very selfish in regards to getting what he wants or achieving his goals.
▲: A happy memory… can I say I have any? Pitch’s life, while not terrible or miserable, has been a general neutral ground for as long as he can remember. He can remember being content, or at the least relaxed, but there hasn’t been a time where he’s been truly happy. Flying with Pit after the defeat of Hades is the closest thing to raw happiness Pitch has ever experienced.
❛ this is the police. open up. tell me something about yourself, don’t be afraid. ❜
Tumblr Text Post Starters: [ Accepting ]
【 ➵ 】 “….”
Was that a pick-up line? Pitch is pretty sure that was a pickup line. But either way he’s obviously unimpressed. It takes sheer strength of will to not arch an eyebrow and instead keep giving the Warden a unimpressed stare.
“Looks like I’m going to jail for resisting arrest.”
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❛ but officer, they were fucking with my clique. ❜ ❛ if you lose yourself, i will find you. ❜ ❛ true friends don’t judge each other. they judge other people. together. ❜ ❛ oh, you’re my friend? name three of my albums. ❜ ❛ i’m sorry, but you must be at least a level four friend to unlock my tragic backstory. ❜ ❛ fuck you but fuck me first. ❜ ❛ you’re cute, what is your face html? ❜ ❛ my life is one big ‘ wow, ok. ’ ❜ ❛ my life is just poorly made decisions with alternative music playing in the background. ❜ ❛ i accidentally messed up my life, how do i start a new account? ❜ ❛ my life is a joke and i’m not laughing anymore. ❜ ❛ at myself, what the fuck are you doing. ❜ ❛ if yahoo answers can’t solve your problem, then you’re in too deep. ❜ ❛ this is the police. open up. tell me something about yourself, don’t be afraid. ❜ ❛ how do you get a nice body without moving. ❜ ❛ it’s so hard when you’re in a cuddly mood and don’t have anyone to cuddle with!! this is an outrage!! ❜ ❛ ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened? ❜ ❛ you ever just ugh really hard? ❜ ❛ i’m a really affectionate person one you get past my five layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike and loneliness. ❜ ❛ i was confident for like two minutes one time. ❜ ❛ all i think about is sex and what i’m going to eat next. ❜ ❛ i have my pencils and my tears ready. ❜ ❛ i’m that kinda person who, between two choices, will always pick the wrong one. ❜ ❛ i avoid everyone, including the people i like. ❜ ❛ i always wonder why no one likes me and then i remember that i don’t even like me. ❜ ❛ gosh golly! this beat is … whoo! this beat is … DANDY! ❜ ❛ it’s hard being hilarious when everyone ignores you. ❜ ❛ thinking about space fucks me up. ❜ ❛ my biggest struggle in life is trying to make my eyeliner the same on both eyes. ❜ ❛ i wish i could illegally download clothes. ❜ ❛ heelys don’t have brakes because my swag don’t stop. ❜ ❛ i know i make lots of jokes but i promise you, i’m a really sad person. ❜ ❛ at least i can admit that i’m a piece of shit. ❜ ❛ ‘ i’m not bitter ’ i say bitterly, with a bitter expression. ❜ ❛ i’m fluent in talking shit. ❜ ❛ it’s crazy how there are seven billion people on the planet and all of them are in love with me. ❜ ❛ why am i better than everyone? ❜ ❛ sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments. ❜ ❛ I SWEAR, I AM NOT CUTE OR SWEET. DON’T CALL ME THAT. I AM EVIL. I AM THE SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT. FEAR ME. ❜ ❛ i don’t ‘ dress to impress. ’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves. ❜ ❛ i love learning bad things about people i don’t like. ❜ ❛ i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. ❜ ❛ i’m just an asshole with feelings. ❜ ❛ there’s a special place in hell reserved for me. it’s called the throne. ❜ ❛ damn boy, are you the terms and conditions? because i don’t give a fuck about what you have to say. ❜ ❛ damn gurl, you flappy bird? because no one likes you. ❜ ❛ your tattoo says ‘ only god can judge me, ’ yet here i am. ❜ ❛ i’m not even sassy, i’m just an asshole. ❜ ❛ i’m not a bitch, i am the bitch. ❜ ❛ i like being obsessed with things so that i am distracted from how much i hate myself. ❜ ❛ tips on talking to me when i’m pissed off: don’t. ❜ ❛ my fashion sense is called ‘ i am cold and pissed off. ’ ❜ ❛ maybe ‘ fuck you ’ will be our always. ❜ ❛ i believe in hate at first sight. ❜ ❛ you hate me? wow, so much in common already. ❜ ❛ i’m filled with hate and useless facts. ❜ ❛ do you ever just wear headphones so people won’t talk to you? ❜ ❛ i’d be such a good girlfriend, you’re all missing out. ❜ ❛ getting into a relationship may seem tempting but so was getting on the titanic ship and look what happened there. ❜ ❛ there’s always gonna be that one person who you can’t get out of your mind, no matter how hard you try. ❜ ❛ i ship me and money. ❜ ❛ have you ever met someone who’s smile looks like it could make flowers grow? ❜ ❛ how do i get over someone i never dated? ❜ ❛ i have a very big crush on you but sadly i am only a little bug and you are a garden. ❜ ❛ if you grab my face right before you kiss me, i’ll definitely fall in love with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes, take them off. ❜ ❛ put me in the coffin with both middle fingers up. ❜ ❛ dying is taking too long. ❜ ❛ being cremated is my last hope of getting a hot, smoking body. ❜ ❛ don’t joke about murder. i was murdered once and it offends me. ❜ ❛ you can’t spell school without ‘ i want to stab myself. ’ ❜ ❛ good news, everyone: dogs. ❜ ❛ if you think it’s impossible to fall asleep to heavy metal, then you’re completely wrong. ❜
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“I like your wings…” She complimented her, voice gentle. “They look soft.”
She wanted to reach out and touch them but without his permission, she resisted. “Are you allowed to fly here?” She asked.
【 ➵ 】Pitch instinctively twitches away at the mention of his wings, resisting the urge to close them tight against his back. Instead, he flutters them just so. He’s still getting more used to the idea that not everybody has a snide comment or jab to get in over his wings. Instead, this lady compliments his wings, and he blinks owlishly in abit of suprise.
“Um. Thanks,” Pitch mumbles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head slightly. He’s never been the best at taking compliments. She’s being kind enough, so the dark angel relaxes, the tension draining from his shoulders. When she asks if he can fly, he nods once sharply, spreading his wings out. “Sure can. Not all that long though.I can show you, if you want.”
Ah, she didn’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable but she just couldn’t help herself; she had not seen anyone like him before, curiosity instantly took over. She offered a small smile as he thanked her and she nodded at his offer. “Ooh, yes that would be really cool!”
She took a step closer to him, her boldness showing. She tilted her head, crimson eyes fixed upon his face. “I’ve never seen anyone like you before though. What’s your name?”
【 ➵ 】Pitch seems content to spread his wings out a little more, giving them both a strong flap and sending black feathers scattering and drifting off to the floor. He doesn’t notice she’s gotten closer, until she is, and the dark angel makes a thin, surprised noise in the back of his throat as he sharply recoils. Blood eyes looked her up and down- and huh, her eyes are just as red as his, interesting- but he once again relaxes. Never seen anyone like him. Huh. Pitch snorts, almost with amusement. She hadn’t met Pit, then.
“The name’s Pitch,” he responds, shifting his weight to the balls of his toes. “You might hear some entitled nimwits here call me Dark Pit. Don’t follow their example.” He rocks slightly on his heels, before looking back at her curiously. “And you are?”
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“Okay okay okay okay, that was a bad book to buy, let’s try something more ‘user-friendly’.” Quickly slamming down a rather offensive cookbook at the customer service booth and started to shuffle to the cooking section once again. Buying a book based on a certain other selves’/father’s recommendation, Emil was not expecting the entire multitude of every offensive word known to humans to be brought into a single cook book, to the point where it was hard to even prepare ingredients without scowling.
So in lieu of that, three…maybe four or five books were being put into being brought with his budget and in his rush, accidentally rushed into someone when heading over to another part of the bookstore.
“Ah, s-sorry about that. I should have looked where I was going.”
【 ➵ 】He’s already starting to regret this trip. In practice the idea had been- or at least seemed- solid. While the angel’s grasp on words was still incredibly shaky, he figured a bookstore would be a good and rather inconspicuous way of getting his hands on a few more of those children books and work on his understanding of words and letters. Instead of being greeted by books with normal words, he instead finds himself intimidated by the rows and rows of large tomes, signs he couldn’t make heads or tails of nor read, by the books with words he didn’t understand, letters he didn’t recognize. Pitch tucks his wings tight to him. He’s not enjoying this so far, and he’s spent the last few minutes awkwardly turning in circles, unsure of where to go.
He’s about to begin another unsure half turn on his heels when somebody runs right into him. The angel responds with a startled noise, wings flaring out and sending a number of black feathers into the air to float about. Pitch hops back a few steps, blood red eyes narrowing both with curiosity and annoyance at whoever this was.
“Yeah, I could have told you that,” Pitch scoffs, rolling his eyes. He settled a hand on his hip, before giving the other male a once over. His apology seems genuine. The tension drains away from the angel, and wings give a single flap. “It’s fine. Just be more careful next time.” He’s content to let this be the end of their exchange, but he notices that the other is carrying a number of books in a bag. He purses his lips slightly. While he would be hard-pressed to ask an attending clerk, he could at least inconspicuously get help from this guy. A flush creeps onto his cheeks regardless.
“Hey. You wouldn’t happen to know where they keep those picture books and things, right? The ones for...” Dear heavens he hates this. “The ones for little kids.”
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“I like your wings…” She complimented her, voice gentle. “They look soft.”
She wanted to reach out and touch them but without his permission, she resisted. “Are you allowed to fly here?” She asked.
【 ➵ 】Pitch instinctively twitches away at the mention of his wings, resisting the urge to close them tight against his back. Instead, he flutters them just so. He’s still getting more used to the idea that not everybody has a snide comment or jab to get in over his wings. Instead, this lady compliments his wings, and he blinks owlishly in abit of suprise.
“Um. Thanks,” Pitch mumbles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head slightly. He’s never been the best at taking compliments. She’s being kind enough, so the dark angel relaxes, the tension draining from his shoulders. When she asks if he can fly, he nods once sharply, spreading his wings out. “Sure can. Not all that long though.I can show you, if you want.”
