#noiteid

[rosedharc]

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑,    𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕,  𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

          we can lose ourselves in nothing, copy faces from the feed and then try to turn them into something, even if you choose to believe that it’s ending; you’ll come back to me again, you can go ahead and stop pretending.    @noiteid  &&  @ursaedip                

[endexe]

› 𝙸.𝙳. : 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙻. // @noiteid​​

❝ Bec! Bec! Bec! ❞ A cheery call from the ever shifting entity, their sharp appearance wildly flickering across the reality as it searches for Bec— B̴e̷c̶q̵u̴e̵r̸e̸l̷. It have been only what feels like some minutes since I have spoken to him, though what I have with me that I want to show him now is beyond delightful! I have to show it to him. I think Bec will like this. I think Bec will love it. I hope. I— a massive white shape falls into sight through the million and more vivid colours and shapes. Your smile becomes a grin— red, red, RED. ❝ AH, the- there- there you are, best friend! ❞ it giggles, own bright presence now present before the beast in great radioactivity and neon nihilism.

It tries to look up to meet the other being’s eyes, though with him being tooooo tall, it only leads them falling to the ground on their back. They blink, realizing what just happened, and giggle more. ❝ Be- BEC, come down here, I - I - I wanna- I wanna show you something! ❞ They claps their hands a few times and a white paper is summoned, what bears a childlike drawing of them and Bec together in crayons, with them sitting on his back, sword and shield in hands, and Bec is shooting green laser beams from his glowing eyes and mouth. Excitement burns through its veins as it then looks back at Becquerel, the ending itself in you and I and them. ❝ I hope you liiiike it~! ❞ chirps Zero, their grin growing wider and W I D E R than ever.

[rosedharc]

   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐈𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎  the destruction of an entire town. The young witch has always known this, has always kept herself under control — even if incidents were bound to happen in the early days of her growth. Bec, however, is something she has never witnessed before; there she is, as the boy attempts to hold a spell, hesitantly. Perhaps it’s a genuine lack of discipline — it may even be the girl’s inquisitive stare, one far too severe and observant for someone his same age. Nonetheless, the young man needs to learn, both for his own sake and the world’s.

   A heavy sigh, one that does not conceal annoyance, precedes the words of an attentive, overly expectant teacher.  ❝ 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. ❞   He’s lucky to have found guidance; long before him, little Rosie had none to her own advantage, and had to learn from scratch while facing the dangerous consequences; had he known, he certainly would have made more of an effort — or so she thinks to herself, as she reprimands him.  ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 — 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫? ❞

𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕     /     @noiteid.

[rosedharc]

@ursaedip  && @noiteid   sent little rosie a group text. [dipper]: me travelling to west virginia not to hunt the mothman, but to woo him [bec]:     we are all mothman.

[rosie]:   i hate you both [rosie]:   yall don’t have the right to woo me [rosie]:   only FBI agent dale cooper can.

[lcngdays-archive]

“ It’s the basis of all human fears; a closed door, slightly ajar.” for des..

i think it was about vampires originally

@noiteid

Des sighs softly, one large hand cupping his cheek. There was no need for him to hold human form, no need for either of them to in each other’s company. Des did it simply because he liked it. The God could not say as to why Bec did, and he did not ask. It didn’t really matter, did it? How little it all mattered, when you could close your eyes and see everything that ever was, to see how it was before, how it is now, and how it will eventually be? 

And yet Des tried not to think in such ways. He tried not to think about how little each passing event mattered, how little time each world had. How he could almost fully suppress his powers and not have to think in infinity. But oh, he could look at any one person and see, laid out before them,  POINT A

POINT B

POINT C

THE END. 

And what could he do? God of Fate as he was, was it not he who put these points before each person, who wrote each story with its highs and lows, wrote in the character arcs each person would have, be they good or ill? Could he not change them, if those who prayed were devout, or those evil needed punished? 

Oh, but morality was nothing but a tangled mess for a God. For without evil, how can there be good? Without failure, how can one feel triumph? Without loss... How can there be love? 

A soft click of his tongue, that sweet, soft smile graces his features. Let this not be a topic of philosophy. Let this game be put on hold, if only for a moment. He speaks, voice bubbling with laughter just under the surface. 

“I thought it was spiders.” 

[viralfeda]

@noiteid​    /    starter    call     .

❝       let’s       light       a       match       and       watch       it       burn       .        ❞

[marquise-mindfang]

↕ bro bec is like 9'. tall legends

» send me ↕ + your muse’s height

tall gang tall gang tall gang

[creatire]

Hello friend this is a very random msg but i wanna pop in and tell you how much i love coco. you flesh her out in the same way homestuck does in the early acts to its kid and troll characters, which is v nice because i rarely see fancharacters that balance homestuck’s deadpan horror with all the fun and humor of adolescence that the comic is accentuated by. you really nail that and it’s very nice to see you on my dash even if we rarely interact 💖

YOU’RE SO SWEET HOLY SHIT THANK YOU...