#obscuriium

[freedomindeath-blog]

                                       Stride bears emblem of iniquitous deeds, concealed  beneath his obscured countenance. While avaricious digits mold upon lone oblation's throat, as thought drifts in hoped appeasement of beloved potentates.

" You should be honored for your death will bring great change."                     

                 Mumbled phrase holds light to ease.

[mutantism-archive-blog]

obscuriium

( looking worse for wear, he walks towards her. his footsteps jolt against the pavement, heavy and jarring. he has the disoriented look of a man recently in a fight he didn't prepare well enough for. )

Do you have water?

[procxidens-blog]

make a man out of you; obscuriium

"Six foot tall and bulletproof." Now, believe it or not, Raleigh Becket actually doesn't think this much of himself. He's only just pushing six foot, actually, and he well and truly knows he's not bulletproof. His nose and his time spent as a veritable punching bag as a younger teen and kid prove that.      But it seems like that phrase is going to follow him all around the Jaeger Academy.           In truth, he's just too goddamn stubborn for his own good. So that's why he's found himself in the Academy's Kwoon, alone, on a Saturday night. Yance is probably back in their bunk, although to be honest, Raleigh fancies that he's actually out on the town somewhere. After all, he's of legal age. (Insert brotherly roll of eyes here.) Raleigh's supposed to be meeting one of the Academy's fightmasters here for a session. A request from on high, apparently, because the kid is good---not a natural like Yancy, but good enough that he didn't wash out of the first cut---but he doesn't know how to keep himself focused. He's determined but erratic. He has no commitment. Or, at least, that's what he's been told.      He just thinks it's a load of bullshit. He's doing fine. All the recruits have just finished two weeks of intense combat booty bootcamp or whatever and hell, next to Yance, Raleigh was in the top five for the end results! He doesn't need this extra treatment. (But, dear friend, do not mistake his train of thought for cockiness---                                                                      ---Raleigh Becket knows his limits.                                                                           He just likes to push past them.                                                                           He may not be the best pilot,                                                                           a natural,                                                                           But he's definitely the most                                                                           determined one.) Glancing about the empty room, the teenager bounces on the mat, on his toes. Barefoot and with rolled up sweatpants and a singlet, he's ready. It's a curse, really, that he finds himself wanting to be at least 15 minutes early for everything, but if they want to see if he's prepared, if he's willing to keep up with the program, he'll damn well prove it to them.

[goldenjackson-blog]

obscuriium replied to your post “i just secured a super hot girlfriend so 2014 looks pretty damn good...”

GDI NOW UR OFF THE MARKET FUCK THIS NEW YEAR MAN

ONLY IN MY MAIN VERSE

[puristmalfoy]

CAN WE NOT POST EVAN PETERS DOING SUCH VILE THINGS SUCH AS BITE HIS LIP ON THE DASH PLEASE THANK YOU 

YOU MAY MAIM SOMEONE

NAMELY ME

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mortuus

He wanted to eviscerate himself of emotion. An entity such as himself should have been without such useless feelings. He should have been emotionless. He should have been an unfeeling automaton capable of nothing but dispassionate watching as he was supposed to do. Instead he found his heart and his mind bleeding profusely as he lingered in the worlds of the true living. He was unable to disentangle himself from their webs and yet there was nothing more he wished.

 Escape was so much easier said than done. He could leave and return and it would all be the same. He was tired and he would continue to be so for all eternity and wasn't that just dreadfully exhausting. He wanted to destroy himself, rid the sentient part of himself from existence, but it wasn't possible. All he had to destroy was other people, other beings, and he couldn't bring himself to do any such thing. It would be easy to simply tear their thread, see their life vanish without a trace. 

 He shut blue orbs, trying to escape mentally where he could calm the racing beat of his physical heart (and how did that work if he was not human or any such thing; he'd been here too long). Nothing changed when he opened them, only the awful cold feeling of wanting to murder someone, something. He kept still, watching the river as he pressed his palms hard into the pier.

[adxinitium]

@obscuriium said: [ can we can we CAN WE. ]

//we caaaan yeees. C:

[onlytalia]

obscuriium replied to your photo

[ OH MY GOD THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD DON’T TOUCH ME. ]

[[ ur jelly of her snowman mug u kno it ]]