self sacrificial

by a lonely prison wall, i heard a young man calling, "NOTHING matters when you're free. against the famine and the crown, i rebelled, they cut me down." ind | sel | pri nagachika hide from tg art credit

[pewrekur-blog]

“the best thing to ever happen to this family was matsuri’s wife, and yes, that is including me and my mother.”

[aurorasociety]

why insult someone when you can say something nice in a very sarcastic tone 

[welkerose-deactivated20161101]

  He couldn’t believe this. Kayeton was already frustrated with this more than   he should have been. But even so, he doesn’t waste any time locating the   madame and surrendering to her the money he had originally brought with   him for a new pet of his own. An agreement is struck up, and he turns heel   to walk off back to where he had left the scrapper with a frustrated sigh. 

  His head tilted as he looked over them, foot tapping impatiently as if   expecting them to do some sort of trick like a dog. They wouldn’t do it,   not without verbal command. Not even does he try to appear as if he meant   no harm. This was a PET, one that was like a little PIG that he could kill and   eat later should he be interested in trying it.

  Finally, he sighs, hands behind his back politely and only gestures for them   to follow.    “Don’t drag your feet, you are coming with me." 

[pewrekur-blog]

“yes sir.”  their voice is quiet, and the scrapper begins to follow the man leading them away with a slightly upset and unhappy look.

it’s devauling to one’s own agency and sense of person, to be continuously sold, and resold, as if nothing were to ever change.  but they had long ago accepted that--somewhere between the tears and the first auction that they had been sold in.

( they had a name once.  they were their own person once.  but nobody came, and they stopped hoping, and stopped caring. )

[investigxter-blog]

      “W-WHAT? I’M SURE IT wasn’t that bad.” No it was. Humor was something that Amon had never particularly been good at, though that was mainly because he could be so serious.

[pewrekur-blog]

“It was about as funny as the time you didn’t realise Akira brought spicy curry for everybody.”   And while personally, Hide had found it hysterical, he knew that Amon hadn’t, so...

[fearfulfortitude-blog]

“Um…by doing our work in coffee shops?”

[pewrekur-blog]

“...You know, I didn’t think this through.”

[pewrekur-blog]

ooc; do you ever....  forget you have a blog...

[lethalfriendship-deactivated201]

pokemon corner continues

[pewrekur-blog]

cool fieri: are u…are u not gonna give me their moves. their items. for God’s sake, connor, how am i supposed to know anything about your team actual seidou: oh ok u want the Whole Lineup cool fieri: uh yes how else would i know anything about ur pokemon cool fieri: it’s the difference between ur pokemon and a crobat u found in a trash can actual seidou: Chiroptera: Amulet Coin, 322 XP to next level, poison/flying, hasty nature, met at lvl 7 in oreburgh mine, quick tempered, likes sweet food, 73/91 hp, attack 61, defense 51, special attack 54, special defense 57, speed 93, ability inner focus, moves: wing attack, fly, air cutter, bite cool fieri: ok connor i didnt ask for their entire fuckin life story i asked for their moves/ability/items cool fieri: i dont care that u met little chipo crying in a fucking mine bc it got a rock dropped on its head

[welkerose-deactivated20161101]

  The words said were enough to get some kind of registration in his mind,   a brow being raised skeptically before looking over them. Called a little girl,   play dress up… Yes, he recalled those terms. Those things he remembered   as a child from time with his mother. Somehow it irritated him more than it   should have, clenching his fists in frustration. 

  One pet was enough, he had a pet that was well off and was well on his way   to being a scrapper. But now he had the chance to get one out of a bad   situation - why did he even CARE about this one?

          “Verfickt nochmal…. Wait here.” It’s a simple instruction, although   the teen almost storms off to find the ‘Madame’ that was mentioned with an   angry huff. Wonderful, he was going to end up spending money he had   expected to use during the auction to instead buy someone else’s   goddamn pet.

[pewrekur-blog]

they do wait as they’re told to do.  and for a moment, it’s as quiet outside as it is inside their head.  they sit down, placing the weapons in their lap, and they bit their lip, waiting for someone to come back and give them an order.

they found themselves half-wondering if they’d get to go home now.  but they shook their head after another moment.  no.  no, they wouldn’t be going home.  they’d never go home.  so they stood up and brushed off the dress, waiting once more for the person to come back.

but then again...  they shrugged and sighed once more, looking back down at the ground.  the ghoul wasn’t coming back.  so they may as well go back to their owner, and put that pretty smile on their face that their owner liked.

[welkerose-deactivated20161101]

  He was being asked if it would be nice to be eaten by something that held   about as much threat as a common black ant. An insect that would take   only seconds to kill and decorate the pavement with the innards. A nice   beautiful red, but he couldn’t. They belonged to someone and he’d be held   liable for the damages and then it would reflect on his employers.

          “ Quiet the annoying one. Where’s your owner? " 

  Wouldn’t listen to a simple instruction, Kayeton keeps his traditional look   of bitter annoyance on them as he stepped aside to locate a possible   ghoul who would be missing some… bloody girl in a dress.

[pewrekur-blog]

they shrug after a long moment, slowly moving to walk away and back into the room they were supposed to be in.  “do i have to go back?  she’ll call me her little girl again, and make me play dress up.”

they didn’t want to do that.  but...  this was a ghoul.  and they had to generally obey ghouls, unless it was dinner time....  so they shrugged after a long, moment,  “the madame was over here.”

[disperare-blog1]

     ❝ ahh, i don’t know about that now. i’m not that big of a fan of goats. they’re terribly messy and i don’t think i would have the patience for that ! ❞

[pewrekur-blog]

“you’d be a good animal herder.  you should herd animals instead of killing things.  i’ll get you hooked up with a guy i know--”

[pewrekur-blog]

@welkerose | continued:

“–How unruly.”

How could anyone call this… thing a pet? Kayeton kept most of his pets well groomed - the one that he had - and well taken care of. This one however… the only word that came to immediate mind was abonination. Whatever they were – the way they presented themselves screamed roach, and would be treated as such.

“Get back to your owner before you’re next on the menu.”

their fingers curl around the axes in either hand, their eyes wide and expressionless.  brown hands are covered in blood, and it moves up to their arms easily enough.

when the blood dries, their red dress will stain.  they’re in no shoes, though; just barefoot, but still made to look worth a million.  they smile, and it looks so listless, past the makeup made to make them look more alive, and they say, so calmly--oh so calmly, as if they’re not even there at all:

“wouldn’t it be nice, to be eaten?

[pewrekur-blog]

@viiolentia | continued:

    ❝ haha, that’s a good question ! ❞

“maybe you oughta rethink your career.  quit the ccg.  move out to the countryside and herd goats.”

[pewrekur-blog]

ooc; i want an eto who’s willing to plot this with me.

[fionagoodealwayssupreme]

YOU ARE ALLOWED TO USE YOUR CHARACTER’S POWER/STRENGTH/ABILITY ON MINE.

yes, this is me granting you PERMISSION to actually torment/hurt/control/beat up etc my muse. IF IT IS IN CHARACTER. but no, this is not me saying you can god-mod. there is a difference. So, feel free to inflict as much pain as you want and have fun rp-ing! (:

[welkerose-deactivated20161101]

  Just vaguely gestures for Hideyoshi to continue.

[pewrekur-blog]

“Did you want me to begin with statistical facts or personal anecdotes?  Or historicalparts of what they did to everybody else, too?”

[investigxter-blog]

continued from [ x ] || @pewrekur

           "OH DON’T WORRY ABOUT me, Nagachika-kun. I was trying at a poor attempt at humor. Apparently I should leave that to other investigators though.“ He chuckled softly, hand lifting to rub the back of his head awkwardly.

[pewrekur-blog]

“i mean...  i could teach you.  you could use some help.”  the statement is a bit awkward, before he shrugs, holding both his arms out to the side,  “you could really use some help.”

[pewrekur-blog]

“Who wanta know about waijin being racist, because my utari ass has stories to share.”