#prunuscythe

[heartfell]

“ when you take control  even if you know you that don’t own me, i’ll let you play the role. ”

@prunuscythe ! ❤

[thegaleandlance]

🖊 its time to draw marly, corey 👀👀

🖊 Doodle noodles! | Accepting ??? | @prunuscythe

// I WOULD LIKE TO FILE A COMPLAINT: HE WAS SO DIFFICULT TO DRAW WHICH SEEMS so on par with who he is.

[stormwithskiiin-a]

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                ❝      We    gotta    go    dig    up    a    RIOT    if    we    wanna    FLY    FREE.      ❞

[blackasteriia]

Idiot

end ♒ for a starter where my muse is suffering a high fever but hasn’t told anyone. / ACCEPTING.

@prunuscythe ✿

MARLUXIA HEAVED WHILE he held his Graceful Dahlia hardly up above his chest. He had to use two hands to even think about raising it up. His back was arched while his legs were bent and struggling to hold him up. He looked like a sorry stack of sticks arranged by a toddler, barely able to stand.

The black leather coat signaling he was still with the organization hung on him like a burden   and it WAS. It was heavy, hot, and he held no desire other than to fall to the ground and unzip the cursed thing.

“ WHY aren’t you fighting? “ Marluxia stumbled forward still attempting to hold himself up, his gold eyes mad and curly hair in a frizzy and greasy mess. He coughed and heaved, but still he continued to speak, “ why are you just STANDING there! “ He was growing angry   mad in his sickness. All he wanted was a fight: to get this OVER with. Enough stalling, child!

“ WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! “

Xion found him in the forest, an accident, she was hunting heartless not him. Yet, Marluxia trembled like prey. His knees buckled and he clung to his scythe like a life line. Marluxia was a rose, sinister like a blood blot and with thorns to tear open throats. Here at the edge of the meadow amongst vibrant blooming flowers, his threats sounded hallow. 

Xion straightened and her keyblade dispersed, eyebrow cocked. Clarity chimed like a bell and now she saw. She saw an overworked man with pale lips and reddened cheeks, hot with fever. A man drowning with a cinderblock he chained to his own ankles. Fear evaporated and left the residues of pity. 

Xion stepped careful, slow and methodical, watching for his swing. She reached out and settled her hand against his chest. She was gentle, letting herself become soft, unthreatening. And then, not so gentle, she shoved him down. 

“Lets not and say we did?” Xion suggested. 

[invertxgo]

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Salty Boi || Accepting❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

If there is one thing you Must know about about me, it’s that I’m a very chill person. It takes a lot for me to lose my chill. Like, a lot. Most of the time I’ll just block and move on. But the last time I straight up lost my chill on someone was when I had an anon start an rp with me that I didn’t think much of because of the way it was formatted. the first ask was a question, so of course I answered it, and then it just got... Weird from there. Like, super violent ‘this fool thinks they can take on the entire org’ type weird So I stopped answering because I wasn’t liking where it was going, or that the anon wasn’t getting the massive ‘i’m not locked in here with you you’re locked in here with me’ vibes xigbar was laying down, and it was fine. until the next night, when i got an ask off anon from someone off anon that basically read ‘hi i hope you enjoyed the sadistic and psychotic anon i sent in yesterday from my oc :p’ and like... i wasn’t having it. i was not fucking having it. i told this bastard person to their face that i didn’t like them or their character that they were describing as psychotic and they had the gall to send me a massive ask telling me why they described them as psychotic which basically can be summed up with ‘they enjoy fighting and underestimate everyone that they fight until proven otherwise and fighting makes them feel alive :p’ and i deadass told them that i didn’t want them on my blog ever again if that’s what they thought of psychotic people and ended it with ‘bye’ and they had! the nerve! to send me yet another ask! saying that they had meant psychopathic, not psychotic! like! that’s not any better mate! people with aspd go through some shit and thinking that’s how you portray them isnt helping!

so i kinda dropped all pretense of politeness, told them to fuck off and blocked them.

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

be a blog of a canonically underaged character and reblog nsfw memes. Or be interacting with a blog of a canonically underaged character and be writing smut with them.

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

it’s forced interaction imo like... if i’m gonna send something in i’m gonna send something in and i get not wanting to be used as a meme resource but damn it its so much easier to just reblog the meme off the dash than it is to go to the source and reblog it just cause i didn’t send something in!

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

when i came into the kh rpc it was from an rpc that was really heavily competitive and i was really insecure about my xigbar portrayal and was constantly jealous of the other xigbars to the point that i’d pick my mutuals by judging who had a xigbar to interact with already or not and i’m super glad i got over that because the xigbarmy is strong

[slowbladed]

@prunuscythe​

“ Why should I   !? “ Marluxia whipped around to the other. He could only STARE at his past self, to be quite frank. It was unsettling to look at, and more so to think about. He felt like he was going crazy, looking back at what he once was. Who he once was. That was distance, now. “ I… There is nothing you can say that I don’t already know. It’s fruitless. “

Wrapping his arms around his chest, he raised his chin. “ It’s for the best if you stay away. I am nothing like you. The implications of this already   if I am not just losing my SANITY   are dangerous. Hell… Even if I am just losing it, it’s too late for me. “

   HE held his hands to his chest, staring at himself. It was disgusting the other self. To watch himself behind some invisible glass, watching that grotesque nothingness speak and walk. It felt out of body. Felt unnatural. That was not him! No! It could not be! For he had changed beyond that which Lauriam could comprehend as himself.

   But still he walked into the jaws of the beast. Holding out his hand. The light of the past. Burning bright within this darkness. “How can you be nothing like me when we are the same? What made myself change to not be myself?” Finger tips touch the other’s arms. Unnatural. Disgusting. Touching nothingness. His heart began to scream. “Its never too late.”

[savethequccn]

    ❝ oh, it’s you... uhh.. ❞ he scratched his head. did he ever learn his name ? aww, all that mattered was that he was up to no good ! ❝ what are you doing here ? ❞

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[critsnipe]

          ❛  Sometimes,  you don’t get a second chance.  ❜

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