#imperiouswag

[isolaradiale]

You get a new ocean and you don't invite me? Rude. Migrating Her Imperious Condesencion from Homestuck to Isola.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Her Imperious Condensation! Wait, I mean Condesencion...

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 229.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

– mod pleiades.

[venomoushelianthus-ca]

@imperiouswag

To approach Her Imperious Condescension, as some have referred to her as, would seem foolhardy in any other situation. Rika had kept an open ear, as she had planned to when first applying for work at Club Euphoria, and after a while it seemed to have started to pay off. At the very least, Rika had the name (the title?) of someone who might see eye-to-eye with her.

And honestly. There were so many maybes and possibles and vague information, but Rika was nothing if not a risk-taker. If she had no ambition, she would get nowhere. And a misstep at this point would be better than nothing. Gathering her courage and snaking through the crowd, Rika moved closer to the Condesce, eventually standing before the woman.

“Imperious Condescension, if I may refer to you as such? I’ve heard a many good thing about you, and I wondered if it wouldn’t be too rude to request a few minutes of your time.”

[nevverenough-blog]

@imperiouswag

–「 It’s been a few months since your first encounter with The Empress, and in those few months you’ve learned to feel close to happy. The poison in your brain never quite leaves, but you’re not drowning it out with anything anymore. Not on a regular basis, at least. You’ve grown. You’ve done a lot of THINKING about The Condesce, but more specifically, you’ve done a lot of thinking about the empire she built. The ugly corners of the universe, where blood marches down hills to stain the oceans in technicolor.  You haven’t really thought of hiding from her, though. Not lately. You’d been foolish to think she’d disappeared, and even more foolish to think you would never run into her here. But as you round a corner through an alley, you see her, and the screech your heel makes against the cement is enough to give you away. 」

–「 You know what death is like here now, but you’re still afraid in a lightheaded, out of body sort of way. You uncaptchalogue your wand, but you don’t attack. You only have three, very small shots if this does go south.」

“...  so youre still here i havvent seen you in a wwhile i found basically all of us not that it matters”

[headphonehitokiri]

@imperiouswag

There is a familiar face, conspicuously towering above most of the people in the room. He isn’t sure if it’s a good or bad thing to be seeing her; perhaps it’s a neutral feeling. What he does know is that she’s seen him too, so to slip away now would be an act of the utmost rudeness. Especially when it has been so long since they have spoken.

Wine glass in hand, unhurried, Bansai navigates the crowd until he can stand before the Condesce, offering a low bow in greeting. He cannot predict how she’ll respond, but he can say at the least that in his fancy clothing he’s making a better impression than he did when they last met, during that wraith incident. And she didn’t make any threat to him then either.

“Fancy meeting you here, Empress. Are these festivities to your taste?”

[justicescales]

@imperiouswag

UH

[You kind of just stop in your tracks at the sight of the very royal, very tall, very obviously-staring-at-you troll. You know who she is immediately even though you’ve never met her before.

Well, at least you don’t think you’ve met her before.]

[You keep a tight grip on your blank expression.]

YOU 4R3 4 LOT T4LL3R TH4N 1 THOUGHT YOU WOULD B3

[bloodcursed]

@imperiouswag | FRAGMENTATION II - DISCORDANCE

☩ | It hid in the corners of his memories, distorted by the toll of his curse and only pulled back into light now that he heard the voice in person. Until then it was a mere sense of deja-vu that moved him, once he overheard her while she took out the wraiths, it resurfaced:

        “ AND HERE I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE WATCHING THE CITY BURNING AGAIN. IT SEEMED TO SUFFICE TO SATISFY YOUR NEED FOR ENTERTAINMENT LAST TIME.”

The same lady from the events months ago which unraveled the whole city. Some kind of demon? He wasn’t sure but she bore a fascinating semblance to the inhabitants of the shadow plane. The speech itself about destruction already turned to a blur buried too deep to bother mulling over and the details of her reasoning weren’t something he had paid much attention to even back then. Still, there was something he could appreciate about being more than talk and minions. The vampire lord spoke calmly but not without amusement lingering in his tone while sitting on the ledge of a building’s window.

         “SO YOU’RE NOT THE TYPE TO SIT BACK ON YOUR THRONE SOLELY FOR CHAOS’ SAKE AFTER ALL. IS IT DIFFERENT IF IT’S SOMEONE DESTROYING YOUR CITY?”

[misterallfiction]

TO: My not girlfriend FROM: Super Sentai Kumagawa

SSK: So, what are you wearing? SSK: Please don’t stab me for that. SSK: I have a message for you from my other not girlfriend Terezi-chan.

[warincarnate]

@imperiouswag

nightfall comes as it most often does, with that sense of accomplishment which one who possesses very few goals to begin with may feel after a day of doing very little. despite the colder winds of a predicted chilly winter, gilgamesh finds a certain joy in walking the lit streets at night, swallowed by shadows before coming beneath a bout of amber light in the wake of a hanging streetlamp. so much has changed, yet the world itself turns as slowly as over, scraping the barrel of existence before scooping out the scum and dumping it pretty and sweet in a city which acts merely as a glorified tin can. alas, he has no real qualms with it. there’s plenty to do, plenty to see. he supposes in his old age he’s become as content as a house cat, though he despises the suggestion that he’s lazy or even tamed.

so he causes a little mischief now and then. perhaps he tells a tall tale to a heartbroken fool, prompting them to act upon impulse rather than ration thus leaving a briefly bloody trail behind them. he stole a weapon too, right from beneath the nose of a merchant who was overthrown with fear. fear from a man who possessed no gun, no knife and no power. funny how those things worked. so he sat upon the edge of one of hive city’s tallest points, sandal-clad feet swinging as he rocks upon the stone like a child amidst his play. 

within his hands sits a blade, sharper than most yet not an inch like the jagged weapon he keeps between his teeth. such a prize weapon, he supposes one might have to pay a high price to get it. so why not give it for free? where’s the harm in giving something back to the city which inspires so much thought? and so he angles it, points it towards the earth and lets it fall. down it goes, quicker than a blink, out of sight from the king atop the church roof. 

“ oops. “