#corpseshell

[lightswake]

For the Mun: What inspires you to continue roleplaying Mithos for so long? (cuz idk if you remember but I had a thread with you once on my old Colette account back in Zodiakos!! So I'm really happy you're still around gfjhf)

Hello!  Yes yes I remember you!!  You were such an adorable and sweet Colette! uwu  I didn't know you were in Citta this is exciting I hope you're having fun here!!!

As for why I continue to Rp him for so long, well, he's still such an extremely interesting and complex character to me and I adore trying to get into his head and trying to understand why he does the things he does and how he thinks and what he would do or think in different situations!

Honestly, Mithos is probably my single favorite character out of anything I've ever read / watched / played /ect!  His story isn't elaborated enough in the game/manga/anime, imo, but enough is touched on to know that it's really intense and really tragic.  He starts out with a personality and ideals that parallel Lloyd's, but due to the starkly different circumstances and situations that happen during their respective journeys, Mithos ends up on a completely different and even contradictory path than Lloyd!  But the path he ends up on isn't a path of unthinking evil an destruction.  Despite every horrible thing that has happened to him, he still tries to help the world.  Obviously he does it in a very...controversial, to say the least, way, but thats how his experiences shaped him to think about things and it was the only way he could think of to help the world and actually get something done.

So needless to say, his story, and his character--strong enough to continue trying to save the world even when it took the most important person in his life away from him, intelligent enough to take over the damn world without anyone noticing or caring, determined enough to try and go through with his plans for the greater good regardless of the cost, but selfish enough to kill hundreds or thousands to have his sister again, angry enough to blame humans and not allow himself to emphasize with the suffering he causes them, and tragic enough that he can't budge on his goals even when the glaring flaws are pointed out to him--has really resonated with me since I played the game, what? 8 years ago?  Sometimes his muse will escape me for indefinite periods of time, but it always comes back.  And I really adore his character to the point whERE I END UP GIVING LECTURES ABOUT HIM WHENEVER HE'S BROUGHT UP

wheezes

[tragedysorchestrator]

For the Mun: When/How did you discover Pandora Hearts?

ooc//: OH! Well this was when… the first 20 chapters were out, and I got into facebook tagging and whatnot, and my friend’s sister had tagged me in a photo (which I can not find atm but I was also tagged in this one as well). I was tagged as Echo, and she just had my face when all my friends did something…just something, I would give an Echo expression. So I thought I may as well read it and… well, I got hooked to it because I wanted to understand what the hell was going on with everyone. So that’s my story.~

[dualstance]

[ Hi I'm just some random person coming to tell you that your writing is flipping gorgeous. ლ(╹◡╹ლ) Keep it up and have a nice day!! ]

[ that's so nice of you, sdfjk. ♥ your writing is so fluid and beautiful that i'm really whelmed. we should definitely thread sometime soon! thanks so much. ]

[seekerofcanaan]

Defend [ (･ヮ･) ]

Today was planned to be a wonderful day along the president of Clanspia, Ludger Will Kresnik — A litte girl dressed in a frily dress mused to have a first amusing date beside her protector after she was revived by a rare favor of the Spirit of Duty, Origin. Playing together, eating a yummy meal and sleeping under shades of a nearby tree, like a happy family that both protagonists hadn’t the chance to embrace formerly — Weather is magnificent without any track of clouds to the horizon, azured heavens greeted cheerily every residents dwelling into Trigraph working everyday to gain gald, off of these stifling infrastructure. In case the birds chirps and the sun warms the hearts of people, in another area away from the city reigned by the society, the skies are dull, colors dying away, letting ony some gloomy pigtmentation scattered which appears to sneer against an presumptuous woe drawn of a poor young boy holding onto his shivering anxiousness arms closely to his torso a tiny girl wearing a pink jacket, now messed by a colorful, unsustainable red — The blood of an innocent victim.

Meeting our own Alternate Self is shocking right? Well, it’s worst after considering dangerously that the ‘fake’ take off its dua blades and speed off due to a urge whistling wanting stole the life, existence and name of the Real Person living actually. Perhaps the case to know incredulously that the life you engaged, thrown for a best future is in the end silly either pointless because lifespan is counted, seconds are poured to a certain Judgment and no humans can hide themselves in a stash, away from Origin and the Time Factor.

Upon receiving a spear slashing her stomach and blurting out a bunch of blood, Elle hoped to be useful for once, protecting at her turn Ludger, behind her frail back, she wigged her arms and brought both lively turquoise eyes up to her enemy — Alternate Ludger, another one. Swooning in a thud, the another person accompanying her caught her before she skids over the messy ground trampled by a thousand and thousand monsters previously. Realizing how much her blood streamed along her cold, unstable feet Elle included a theory that she sacrified once again her life for the one person she loved — Nearby to black door acting as a proof of a numbers of Time Factor spreaded everywhere, Elenpios has signed a new contract of prosperity for several years in a clse future — Without the savior.

Parted lips painted in a deep red tear, twice blinks occurred in a rush whereas a weak voice escaped hardly out of frozen lips, yet Elle begins to whine progressively by the process. “L-Ludger… Is it enough good..? Elle saved you.. For real..” She paused, attempting to get a better breathe. “P-Please don’t.. Cry.. Ludger shouldn’t cry..” However the child is innocent, her most nice qualities is her matury, composure and intelligence. That’s why a grin curling onto her sweet lips, no she hasn’t any elaborations to survive this time because a fake can’t incarne a real person, it is the curse of her born.

No. Everything are a crew of illusions, nightmares and painful lies. Quitting definitively Ludger, this world she cherishes and her place to another Elle, this one supposed to be real.. A form of jealousy dyed invisibly her heart, she prefered to have a long, joyful life with all friends encountered —That’s too sad her life is cutted off unabashedly. More or less conforting her mind by thinking that her short life is alike fanciful, a fairy tale, it’s time to close her eyes and rejoin her father in a other world, life and reincarnation. He waits for her, and she is going early take his heartwarming gloved hand. “Be happy, Ludger.. With Jude, Milla, everyone.. Elle does want that you find the real Elle and protect her, because Elle.. loves you.” They are umpteenth words chimed before her voice turned out abrutply to a hum, singing a melody, the one who Julius and Victor sung before dying.. Now, it’s her turn to do the same tradition and sleeping forever, cozily into these protective and gently arms.. Give in, falling in a derisory dream lacking an happy end. “Hm… Hm, hmm, Hm.. Hm —♪”

[theolderkresnikarchived]

 cheerfulamarcian

 corpseshell

 little-bringer-of-light

 cheery-foolish-boy

It still felt strange to walk again on the grounds of Trigraph, since it somehow felt like he never disappeared, or got infected to begin with. He felt like himself. No crippling pain, no blackening of skin, nothing.

As he took a stroll around the place, nostalgia somehow kicking in for one reason or another, he had the unfortunate chance of bumping into someone.

"I-I apologize!" Julius said. "Are you alright?"

[seekerofcanaan]

10/10 ♥♥♥ ( ' ◡ ' )

REALLY. Do I deserve a 10?! ;//A//; Ludger-mun are you okay? Not sleepy? Really? Okay, thank you. <3 *glomps*

[reppuu]

Drabble: relationship with Arietta. ' w '

say whaaaaaaaaaaaaat i’m just laughing riught now ahgasghaha ehem

The chilly morning made itself apparent in that its impulsively optimistic children were out and about. They only served to promote a scowl upon the replica’s features. His mumblings blatantly exhibited his disapproval for the company—eyes cowering at the sight. If only he would spend even the least minute to apply some drapes in his room, he wouldn’t have to wake up to this every day. Nevertheless, the boy swings his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing a disturbed eye. He wasted no time in adjusting himself into his daily attire—the notorious God-General uniform. Quickly, before leaving, the replica grabs his golden mask off his night stand and beings to cascade it upon his features as he closes the door to his room behind him.

For the replica’s sake.

Briskly walking along the cathedral corridor’s Sync makes his way to the morning meeting room in the west wing. It was a tactical leader’s duty to arrive promptly and on time. However, when the God-General did arrive, no one but the smaller God-General positioned, seated with that eccentric doll of hers. Without a greeting, the Wild pushes the doll to conceal her eyes. The Tempest only snorted at her childishness.  Making sure his golden mask concealed his features, Sync took a seat in front of the other. Swaying her legs under the table that stood between them, Arietta remains concealed.

Maybe it was better this way.

In attempt to break the awkward silence, Sync speaks up. “So where are the others?” Silence was returned to the replica. Though irritated, he decides to quell his anger. “Not going to talk to me huh? Fine, I guess I’ll… just… take this!” he says as he reaches over the table to snatch the girl’s doll.   

“Hey! Give that back!” the orphan stands erect now on her toes, reaching for her inseparable doll.

“No,” he replies simply, dangling the doll above the girl—far from the her grasp, a devious grin plays itself across his features.

“I’m going to tell Van and he’ll—”

“And he’ll what? Dispose of me?!” His words echoed throughout the room. Well way to make it awkward Sync.

The Wild returns to her seat, and a furrowing of the brow issues. “No…” her voice quivers at the other’s rise in pitch. The room grows quiet again. 

The replica drops the doll on the table carelessly. “Whatever,” he says turning his back towards the girl. 

Silence resumes, and Arietta reaches for her doll and returns it to her lap once more, squeezing the material with her palms. “…Why do you always have to wear that mask?” she asks reluctantly.

“…So I don’t have to see your stupid face,” he lied, casually.

Unfazed by the boy’s words, the Wild remained poised, replying more eagerly now. “You don’t really have to, do you?”

He didn’t, but he wasn’t going to openly emphasize his status—or his origin at that. Not informing the other God-General would save tears and a viable member of the God-Generals—not that she was the most valuable member… The least thing the Tempest had to worry about was a crybaby, and due to his course of actions.

“Hey the puppeteer doesn’t have to breathe does she?” It was a mediocre tangent, but it would do.

“Anise?!” Arietta quickly jumped in, her tone showing interest.

That will do…