#littleredtyrant

[steelstones]

follow the way / the elite four

crybabyvessel​ / hastalababa / littleredtyrant

It was the small twinge in his little finger that had set him off. A feeling so unfamiliar to STEVEN - one that made him question if perhaps he had injured himself while cleaning his rocks earlier. It was not an uncommon occurrence for himself, there had been times when he had injured himself on sharp rocks and not noticed until morning. However looking down at the finger in question, STEVEN could not see any injury in question, but in the poor lighting of his bedroom, he could see the faint red trailing from his finger to the room outside.

Grabbing his phone he quickly texted <WALLACE> hoping that his friend also could see the same thing he could, receiving a reply of ‘What are you even talking about STEVEN?’ that he could feel his chest tighten uncomfortably. 

With that in mind he started at his finger once more, knowing that tugging the thread would be useless. Quickly texting his friend back, he informed <WALLACE> that he was talking about a cat doing tricks on television and decided to take a walk into Brieve instead. Taking his phone, just incase something bad happened while he took his walk, he left his apartment quietly. 

His feet took him to the condominiums, unconsciously wanting to be comforted by his best friend, but he knew that trying to explain the situation right now wouldn’t do any good. It wasn’t long before he heard the noises from three other people in the area, looking over at them, STEVEN was somewhat shocked at the image he saw, and decided that perhaps it would be best to approach them. 

[4everthefool]

“Shadow of true self”

The bedroom was impeccable. The bed was neatly made and everything from the desk in the corner to the small bookshelf didn’t even have a trace of dust. It was a small room, but despite its size, there was also a table and a small t.v. In fact, the bedroom was so clean, it didn’t even look like someone lived there, save for the turned on lampon the desk.

“What? Were you expecting a warm welcome?” Scoffed a voice, hidden by the darkness of the room. “Always be polite, Yu.” He stated in a mocking tone. “Polite, calm and honourable.” He scowled. “That’s all I ever was: the perfect son. The top of my class, polite, respectful. I am inexistent; I have nothing that is my own. All I have is my parents’ beliefs, their morals, their ideals. I am but a shadow of a living boy, his true existence eradicated by his parents and rebuilt to be their own. Yu Narukami?” He scoffed. “He never existed.”

The man stepped into the light, a doppelganger of Yu except for his clothes, which resembled those of a rich business man. "I was unloved, uncared for." His lip turned into a snarl. "Except for when it was convenient to them, of course!" Calming down, the man smiled. "I am a shadow... The true self... I'm just being myself for once... "

[4everthefool]

Meow!

Yu found it odd. Here he was, trapped in Kouha's closet and yet it seemed like the male had not noticed. It had felt like an eternity had passed by - although if Yu was being honest with himself, it was probably more like ten minutes. He had done everything he could to attract attention: meow loudly, scratch the door, etc. It seemed like Kouha would never open the door.

And then Yu thought of a way to clear his boredom. He started playing with the Ren's clothes. He wore them like a hat, ran with them like a jersey, and tried to use them to grab the doorknob like a lasso. When Kouha finally did open the closet, Yu slid out on a pile of clothes.

6. They have somehow gotten trapped in a closet and they’re trying to get your muse’s attention.

[objectionableobjection]

Glimpse to the past

Edgeworth looked on in awe at the spectacle that was unfolding in front of him. There he was. His father, Gregory Edgeworth standing tall and mighty, defending the victim who was accused. Defending the law against the evil prosecution who wanted the defendant in jail.

To him, his father’s job seemed to be the best in the world. What would be better than to defend the weak and defenseless? Nothing would ever come close to that. To be a defense attorney was his only goal, and he knew he would work to become the best of them all.

Beaming, he sat proudly in the court gallery, watching as his father did his job. Protecting whoever needed help, no matter their circumstances.

At the end of the trial, he ran down to the defense lobby, leaping into his father’s arms.

“Daddy! I want to be a defense lawyer, just like you!”

[emberxemperor-archive]

littleredtyrant said: "There’s no problem here En I promise, only attempts to make people feel good about themselves, where’s the harm in that."

“Using honey instead of vinegar does not change the fact that you are still trying to ensnare those hapless flies, Kouha. But do as you wish~ I am interested to see what would happen with this change of heart.”

[wistful-rp]

Hello there! I'd like to place a Reserve down on Ja'far from Magi if that's okay~ Today is 3/27 and my personal is foolsacrana

That’s definitely okay~ Ja’far is yours until 3/31.

~ Deer Mod

[tenryuumi]

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Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse

vs.

Battle Theme: Shitsville

Battle intro: “You’re pretty good at hiding how scared you really are. Impressive.”  

Victory: “Now go run off and do your math homework or something.”  

Defeat: “How?! I don’t understand! You’re a lunatic. Round two, right now!”

Assist: “What the hell- where did you all come from?! If I wanted to see a family of redheads popping out of nowhere, I’d go watch Harry Potter.  One at a time or all at once, it doesn’t matter- I’ll win either way.”

Taunt: “If preening’s all you’re good for, maybe you shouldn’t have challenged me in the first place.”

Reacting to Taunt: “Excuse me? Got something to say about the clothes I’m wearing, you brat?!”

Tie: “I was going easy on you. Next time I’ll go all out.”

Perfect Victory: “Of course- I’m the strongest around. You were tough, but you weren’t nearly enough for someone like me.”

[tenryuumi]

"Are you dead?"

"Halfway there…" Tenryuu grinds out through her teeth. What a piss-poor condition she was in: nursing a plethora of bruises and cuts and hurting in a million places, even in ones she didn’t know could hurt, but she’s breathing. Still alive. God, one of them had sprung up on her blind side. Jerks. 

Once upon a time, the Mikawa’s had a plan for the dark-haired baby girl that came into the world that slate-grey winter day. Tenryuu was sure none of them involved said baby girl growing up to find herself in brawls on a daily basis, with morons possessing too-big bodies, or hidden knives, if their bodies aren’t big enough.

She tongues at the cut adorning her bottom lip, winces, then swipes across it with the back of a gloved hand. The brick stucco wall of the alleyway is rough against her back and the stench of weeks-old pizza boxes and prehistoric beer bottles drifting from the nearby dumpster is rank. Offensive. Assessing the pink-haired, well-dressed figure through her only-functioning eye was made doubly difficult by the dull pain beating at the back of her head and rendering her vision blurry. Like looking at him through a pane of frosted glass. Still, it’s enough to tell her that he is decidedly smaller than her, slighter. And judging by the way he is just standing there, hesitant if not unwilling to help her out without being asked. Pride too big to allow her the privilege of asking for his help, she struggles to pull herself up to her feet…

…only to crash back down terrifically. Like a baby deer learning to walk. Embarrassed, she does the only logical thing anyone in her situation would do: lash out at the sole witness and only person capable of helping. Her face is red enough to rival the bruise on her cheek. “If you have nothing better to do than gawk, then beat it!”