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@thrxnedheart-blog
hi, it’s trisha again, your local neighborhood trashcan writing a promo at 11 pm and i’m heckin’ tired you ever think you and your best friend couldn’t be more opposite it reaches the universal relatable mood level? here’s another pair, ready to face to world just at they are. in each other’s headlocks and hugs. please hit that like/reblog button if you’re interested in these unlikely but lovable (?) best friends ! reblogs appreciated !
indefinite hiatus ! !
i’m going under an indefinite hiatus ! ! i’ve been handling a sora blog and i’ve been having many problems and suddenly i’m getting stressed out. also i need to revamp this blog because i find it so?? cluttered?? or well, who i’m following and my posts and such. i’ll be slightly more active on my sora blog only when i have windows of opportunity ! ! i’m sorry for this, but if you’d like to keep in touch with me, add me up on discord ! !
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“ then , would you care to join me ? i’d love to have a companion ! “ he offered one of his brighest smiles , not even remotely fazed by her negative attitude.
“ i’m sure you can find someone better. ” she held her breath for a moment as she analyzed him over ten times in her head multiple times, looking for a sign of danger. she found none but not all reasons can be found on the surface.
“...but as my duty, i suppose i can escort you. what would you like to see first? our maid cafe? cosplay cafe? maze of horror? horror cafe? isle of stands or what have you. ”
i feel like revamping this entire blog...
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@thrxnedheart // ♥
“ is this…. a festival ? a school festival ? wow , i’ve never been to one…. it looks very… amusing. “
“ yes, this is a school festival. it’s very amusing. ” sitting outside the stand her class ran by the entrance, the oh-so ever enthusiastic student looked at the source of the voice. “ please, it would bring me the greatest joy if you came and enjoyed the festival.” the girl would rather drop dead than participate, that much seemed obvious. though they gave her the worst position as a greeter.
zech:
What was this? She was literally managing to push back against his grip now that she was channeling her Darkness. How interesting. He never would’ve thought she was capable of harnessing those powers with such control, especially considering the only times he had ever witnessed it come into play was whenever she was out of her mind… Or maybe that was the case right here and now, despite her level-headed words?
Though she had attempted to intimidate him into conceding, his delighted, twisted smile came back upon his face in full force, the corners of his lips practically straining to stretch towards each side of his ear. Alas, that manner of display was a physical impossibility even for a body that was wildly out of control and capable of defying nearly all physical logic. He couldn’t quite warp his appearance, despite that the rest of his natural capabilities were enhanced to completely and totally unnatural extremes.
“A̷ gam͜ȩ you͏ ͏s̸a̸y?͝”
He began to retreat his hand as she had wished while her shadowy tendrils rose up and slithered their way upon his form, relenting and easing away from her own display of inhuman strength, curious if she would let her guard down. Whether she did or she didn’t was irrelevant as his left hand trailed down to grip the hilt of his longsword which was soon pulled free from his scabbard and swiped forward, the close distance between the two of them and the fact that it wasn’t his sword hand proper – nor could he draw it in any proper fashion to begin with – necessitating that he swung the blade in a reverse grip and at a horizontal angle, driving the long, sharpened edge into her torso as he suddenly started pushing back with renewed force. The air around his right arm, already blazing with that wild, vibrant, blue aura suffered yet another combustion of fresh energy, practically turning his limb into a raging azure inferno, as his fingers dug into her hand with even greater physical force than before, enough that it should begin to fracture and, depending on her own enhanced strength, almost outright crush the bones of her hand.
To that end, despite the fact that Redemption’s usual, golden radiance had been replaced by the same wild Chaotic energy that surrounded the rest of his body, the weapon still contained faint traces of the Light’s influence mixed with the maelstrom of Chaos. His plan – if it could be called such while he was currently acting on whim and violent impulse – was such that driving his sword through her flesh as he was currently in the process of doing would most likely disrupt her own flow of Darkness. Or she would manage to injure him in kind regardless… But not before he would attempt to bisect her from the waist up with his sword, which would be all too easy since she was still pinned against the wall as such.
“Ì ̕lòvè ͘a̧ goo͠d ̸g͘am̢e͟!̕ And́ ̨I h͞av͠e̶ a ̀very f́un ͝one͝ i҉n m͜in̡d͏! I ͏wond̷e̵ŗ if ̨we ćan̡ ͘cr̛us͢h ot̢her̡’͡s b̡one͜s befo͜re̡ I s͏li͟c̵e y̢o͢u͘ in̕ ͝t̵wǫ?!͝ That͠ sou̶n̕d l͏i̴ke a ͏t́e̷rrific ģa͠m͞e, do̸n͜’̀t ͡y̴ou͟ ̀ag̷re͘e͘?̴!͢”
how....annoying... a n n o y i n g . a n n o y i n g . . . . fuck this.
eyes blandly looked down upon the blade that invaded her weak defense that she deemed a body. unpleasant, that’s for sure. just unpleasant. well.that reaction should give him the answer whether as ‘she’ was still there or not. or give him a hint.
though she seemed so..awfully calm. her hand snapped back as if it offered the same resistance it did before. not a flinch. not even a single whine. b o r i n g ! why didn’t she react? what a doll ! “...i wonder. what’s cuter. seeing someone struggle to understand or causing them frustration.” a smile too creepy to be innocent crept up on her face, those cyans turning into a sickly yellow-green hue. the blade was cutting into her, the darkness running away as it could in her body. yet there was also nowhere to run. yet her face didn’t contort in pain, not a single whimper or cry. no, no it was just that awful smile that could strike a new kind of fear into people. “ my my, a big sword ..never seen one so big.” a horrible cackle eased out of her. “ ‘she’ didn’t try all that hard, huuuuh? well, i think that’s a bummer, buddy ! i love being a little stubborn though ! do you wanna go somewhere real cool?” that smile was going to break her face. she was quick to push her body forward onto the blade and grab onto his face with her tainted hands. yet the dark magic flowed...and the intruding force to bring them back into his head was a lot more unpleasant and forceful, but she was going to get them back in there no matter what. even if something broke ( again ) .
i’m so pleased i caved and made that sora blog even though it took all my blood sweat and tears y’all --
hey , it’s your friendly neighborhood embodiment of a sleep deprived trashcan trisha with a indie sora blog of kingdom hearts !!! please like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting with the junior hero who will extend a hand to help anyone in need and defend anything that needs protecting until the bitter end !
RP PARTNER (quietly): so, it's a little silly, but I had this plot idea and I was wondering if you were up for it? It's okay if you say no, I just thought it'd be fun-
ME(at full volume): IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR PLOTS.
zech:
Oh, how his heart sang with misanthropic glee as she begged and bargained for her life! How pathetic human beings were, thinking they could grovel for their lives when faced with something that could realistically butcher them. Death was truly a scary thing to face, but even more terrifying was the prospect of suffering horribly and slowly before the end came to claim their useless lives.
“Yo̧u͜ ̸c̷an̵ ̛f́i̕x̡ ̀it?̕ ͟Y̷ou think yo͠ư ҉c͘a͟n͞ m̷ake̛ ͏it̛ ͝rig̶ht?̡” A spiteful cackle erupted from him as she blubbered her pleadings. “It̀’͝s̷ not̀ ve̷ry͏ n͡ice tó ͠t̕e̢ll ͘such ̕bo͜ldf̨a͞c͘ed ĺies҉,̵ ̷you kno͢w̷!̧ ͝C͠a͘n͢ you̢ g̶o ̕b́ack ͏to͡ th͢è p͟a͠s̡t,̀ t҉o ͝m̸y͏ ̕pa̴s̛t͝,͠ ̀a̸n͜d͟ ̛s̢av̕e͢ ̨me from ̨ever̀yt̀hing ͘I͠’ve͘ ̶s̨úff̵ered͠ ̀thr͟o̶u͟g̴h?! ̵Th͝e ͟aud͜ąc̕i̵ty!̕ Ýou͟ woul͢d p̧ro͝mi͜se ̀a̶nything yo̕u could̸ t͜o͟ ̡s͟av͡e͡ you͘r̡ o͘w̴n̴ ͘l͘įf̡e,͏ w̧o҉uld̕n’t̢ ͘yòu̧?!”
As though to punish her, he reared the hand clutching her face back a bit, pulling her head from the wall, only to slam it once more against its caved-in surface, his digits somehow managing to tighten their respective grip. It should have been clear enough by now – if he really wanted to, he could crush her head right here and now. But where was the fun in that? If this girl was going to lie straight to his own face, then he was going to make sure she choked nice and slowly for each and every last false syllable that dribbled out of her mouth.
“The peo҉pl͞e y̷óú l͝ov̷e.͜.̵.?̧ ͏An͝d sti̕ll ͘yo̴ur̢ de͞sp̵er̸àti̸o̶n͘ co͟ntińu͟e͡s!̵ Y̨o͠u̵’́v͠e ͠sa҉id i̡t ̶yo̕ur͢se̛lf ͜seve̢ral t͏im͜e͠s̨,͠ ḩa̷v͝é y͘ou ̕not͠? ͢W̶hile ͝w̵e̢ ͢m͡ay̛ h͢avę ̧had ͏s͏ơḿet̛h̨i̢ǹg be̸twe̵en̕ ͝u̶s when you҉ w͞e͘r͘e ͢ơl҉der͜, ̕y̕ǫų ͝hav͞e ͟a͏b͏s͡olu͟t҉el͘y͏ n͝ơ ̴love f̸o҉r ̀m͢e̕ ̡wh̢at̴soe͘v͞er as yo̶u͟ ar̛e n͟ow.͢ ̨But͡ I͠ s҉up̛ṕo͞sè ͏now yo̕u͡’re ̡g͏oin̵g͡ ̡to ̛conf̷e̢s̷s ͠yo͢ur̴ h͢e̶ar͏tfelt̶ ͜emo͠t̡io͠ns̶ f̢or̷ me͢ rig͘ht͢ ̀h̢e̷re͢ a̵n̢d̷ n͜o҉w͠, ͜a̢r̸en’t ̵y̧ơu? ̴I ̕w̵o͢n͜d͘e̡r ̀how ͡mùc͡h̀ yǫu’ll lov̧e͢ ͜mé as ͟I’͟m ͜thro͏t̕tl̀íng ̕t͏h҉e l̛i̴fe ̕ou̸t҉ o͜f y̕o͢u?̢ ̨T͟hat͟’͘l̡l ̀b͏e̸ ra͞t͝he͢r ͞i҉nt̢e͝res̨t̴ing̸ t͜o ́d͘i̸sco̢ve͠r, ̢wo͏n͢’t̕ ̡it?”
the pain became duller. not that it didn’t hurt as it used to...but something else was on her mind. like something snapped inside. her struggles ceased and so did her words. did she not want to live? or did he strike a chord somewhere ?
“ ...cause maybe i wanted my future to have something to look forward to..i’ll fight hard...now.”
with her hands, she grabbed onto his wrist that held her head in the drywall of the apartment. thumbs pushed under between her face and his palm and dug in, and her fingers grabbed the rest of his hand. and with a sudden unnatural glint in her eyes.
darkness flared to life,covering her hands as she’d push with inhumane amount of strength..and if it didn’t scare him off by then, well. he’d have a broken wrist.
“ i say i have no love because i don’t. not now. but you mean something to me later. and i’m not going to grow into a woman who will tolerate such a shitty attitude.” tendrils started to slither up his leg, squeezing tightly and quickly climbing up his body.
“ do you want to play this game with me ? or will you play nice and let me fix what i broke. ”
I WILL NOT LOSE ANYONE ELSE.
(i refuse)
THIS DELICATE FLOWER HAS SHARPENED THORNS.
not even in a sexual way but i’m just craving affection because i feel like crap i just want someone to hug me for a couple of hours and tell me i’m going to be okay
i have lost enough
i have given enough
i have sacrificed more than my share
