#n0nesse

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@n0nesse​

“Yo, you look like the main character of a JRPG. Whatcha doing? People watching?” 

Shigaraki sat on a bench, a black hood pulled over his messy white hair. It concealed most of his face. The only thing that could be seen was the slight smile he showed through scarred, cracked lips. His head was filled with problems right now, and Shigaraki thought he should make it someone else’s problem, too. 

He really could not handle crowds. There were too many in the park that day, and they were all smothering him. Shigaraki’s breaths became faster and he felt an itchiness in his skin. He didn’t care if the white haired boy sitting next to him was listening he just kept rambling. 

“Just look at all the humans out there not giving a shit about everyone’s problems. I bet, if someone died in the center of the crowd right now they’d all just trample over him and forget about him.  They don’t even come close to caring.” 

Shigaraki itched at his neck, unable to handle the irritation. If you could catch a glimpse with what was hidden under the hood, you would see he barely looked human himself, the shell of one, or maybe a corpse someone left behind. 

“I know I’m not the first shitty edgelord to say this, but I really, really, hate people.” 

[cagcdbird]

a ghost of what once was.

@n0nesse​

There was once a great and terrible weapon. It had been conditioned by cruel hands, and deemed mankind’s saviour against a mutation that had riddled the earth like a cancer. A mutation to destroy all mutations. But it neither saw the light of day nor the supposed war that spread. It was all in vain as the world unravelled like thread, and in tandem its weapon did the same. Questions that had no answers arose as their weapon fell apart in front of them. 

Why? Where did we go wrong? What do we do now?

There was once a great and terrible weapon. It, she, had had a name, long, long ago. Her name had been Fleurette. All that remained of her was a husk, a crude yet lifelike mockery of the being that had once been.

Brightly-lit corridors and immaculate testing facilities were no more. What was left were the remnants of a small-scale genocide. Centuries-old stains spattered the walls and floors; once red, now browned with age and flaking away from the panels. Half-corpses and body parts flung askew like confetti had decomposed long ago, leaving brittle bones and dust as a grim reminder of the past. The dead had been entombed in this dilapidated underground facility, forgotten.

And amidst it all, slumped against one of the structural pillars, was a body unlike the rest. It had been untouched by time. Alabaster skin looked too alive for a corpse, yet it lay unmoving, as if waiting for decay that would not come.

[haemoneiron]

@n0nesse​ said: ‘I’m good emotionally.’

Half-Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware

“...Well, that’s good, I suppose? That’s the least we can ask for sometimes despite how important it is. I’d imagine you’re doing much better than plenty in the city in that regard.”

She tilted her head to regard this one silently for a moment. She’d never really had any skill at analysing other people’s emotions and she certainly couldn’t get a read on this one. If he said he was good, then she had no reason to doubt him. Yet... 

“However, it was more of a physical health question. You know this is a bus for blood donations, yes?” There were unmistakable similarities, she’d have to be a fool to miss them; the manner of dress, the colour of hair and even the blindfold. Yet what stuck out the most was the scent. Similar to one she’d tasted before. 

“And you, well, I don’t believe you have what I’m after.”

[stellavirdis]

Respect for Fallen (Closed - 9S)

With the frightening matter of that blast of magical energy outside having been gone, Klug had decided that with matters being so unsafe, it would be better to keep the Heart Locket he got from the winter event around his neck under his purple jacket, just in case: he had somewhere he needed to be, after all. He’d heard as much as anyone how many lives had been lost to the underwater monsters - even if magic existed here, much like his ‘home world’, that could bring them back, being respectful and solemn so their spirits could hopefully know they were ‘important and missed’ regardless was important. Carrying a large bundle of white lillies, he made his way somewhat cautiously to the graveyard he’d heard whispers of - but a peculiar stranger with white hair that reminded him of a white-haired mage who was...a little exhausting back home altered Klug. With everything bad happening recently, his nerves and alarm was on high alert, the person who was behind that magical attack could be anywhere... “W-who are you? Are you following me? I’m warning you, if you’re planning on doing anything suspicious, I have magic and I’m not afraid to use it!”

Though, this probably didn’t sound all that intimidating when Klug looked like such an obvious nerd.

[divineety-archived]

@n0nesse​​​ has joined the Basariters!

NeetGod posted:

⎯ 「 Even if for one second you want me to accept that there’s some nanotechnology at work to make it... well, work!!! It’s still stupid to have it shaped like a blindfold! It’s way too extra! Just make it a pair of glasses and go!!! Who the hell was in charge of its design, cyborg Lady Gaga!? 」

[shintaroxisaragi]

Something New

@n0nesse​

After everything that has happened thus far since he’s been here, which wasn’t a lot considering it was only two weeks, this was the last thing he expected to see when he went outside. Not too far away, there were flames. What the hell happened? Looking around, he saw people panicking and he didn’t know what to do except to just stand there and watch the flames roar into the sky. 

Minutes pass before he decides to move. Unfortunately, he wasn’t looking where he was going and ran directly into someone. Cursing, he bowed and spouted apologies. 

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going! I was preoccupied!” By the flames in the damn sky, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. Why was it that he had the habit on consistently running into people here. Even back home, he did it often enough and that was annoying. 

[patiencethin]

|| Send me a ✪ for one way the mun and the muse are alike, and a ★ for one way they are different || Accepting

@dongbaek-kkot​ ASKED:  ✪

Mun and muse alikeness

we’re both hopelessly bisexual

@n0nesse​ ASKED:  ✪

Mun and muse alikeness

“Ｃｏｎｖｅｒｓａｔｉｏｎ,  //  Ｉｓ  ｎｏｔ  ｅａｓｙ.”

[soupervillian]

Do Androids dream of Soup? (Closed - 9S)

( closed starter for @n0nesse​ ) With some of that rubble out of everyone’s way - as much as he’d been able to move anyway - Giovanni was in high spirits, whistling a merry tune to himself and full of energy - but there totally had to be more he could do for Beartrap’s place while he was here, just helping remove the rubble seemed like something ANYONE could do, and HE was the GREAT GIOVANNI! RULER OF SUPER VILLANY AND AMAZINGLY BAD DUDE ALL AROUND! Taking a good look at people who had stayed in the city, it seemed like a lot of them were pretty upset. Hm, hm!! Well, it seemed like emotional support was pretty important, and he’d learnt the nerd - while he was here too - was stressed out as much as Beartrap about things being like this, so he’d take up the emotional BRO support in his stead! BY BEING THE MOST SUPER BOY LIFTER IMAGINABLE!! So it was that he’d set up a little table with bowls and a big pot, his dragon chirping on the side and ready with a spoon to serve - the table having a sign saying ‘FREE SOUP AND HELPING HAND TO ANYONE WHO NEEDS IT’ in big, childish pink marker writing. Oh, here came someone now - whoa! “Wow, how can you SEE past that big ol’ blindfold like that? You must have some pretty awesome sight power Epithet or SOMETHING...uh, but anyway. Do you and your lil’ buddy wish to try my AMAZING SOUP? I reckoned it was a nice way to help Koi folk other than re-building where I can help with, haha!” Well....Giovanni certainly was blunt, what with how he’d asked so bluntly about the blindfold, but it was evident he still meant well and was sincere about listening if the other had stuff to get off their chest.