Seth. Twiright.

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[wrath-with-a-will]

hey! You!! You look, like. A lot like my homeroom teacher. The glasses, the hair, the same name and everything. Who are you? - (sakuraflavoredsmoke)

Upon hearing the light, flat tone of a familiar, energetically unenergetic voice, Seth turns sharply, eyes widening in shock for a fleeting moment.

“Neme—?!”

...Oh.

That isn’t...

Her.

Standing there in front of him — entirely disinterested with her surroundings as she idly bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet — is a young girl.

Strikingly Elphen.

Strikingly wrathless.

Nemesis...?

...No.

Not his Nemesis.

...

“I beg your pardon?” He asks, strained and, for a moment, audibly unsure. “Your... teacher? Whatever do you mean by that?”

Aside from the uncomfortable confusion over this strange Elphe and her similarities to his own little girl, the scientist finds himself strangely puzzled over the notion of... another him.

Now, yes, he certainly is no stranger to... well... himself, once, twice, or even thrice over; carbon copies are no scare to the man. But... a teacher?

Hm...

Seth always preferred to leave anyone under his care to figure out their purpose or fall to ruin as they tried.

He wasn’t one for teaching.

So, perhaps this girl has an explanation for him...

...He’d very much like one.

[of-gears-and-gods]

(About)

[ask-the-ec-kiyoterus-blog]

❄️: Hello there! We do so hope we aren’t intruding on anything!

🐍: Oh, never mind that! We’ve been all on our lonesome for so long now— I’d just love to answer all of the burning questions those sweet little minds are crafting as we speak!

🕰: You would think an eternity of isolation in that dingy old Key would tame that excitement of yours, Seth.

☠️: What, like Agnolmois tamed yours, Kiril?

❄️: Ah... don’t mind them! Really— ask away, ask away! We’re more than ready to answer whatever you’d like!

[amai-ixchel]

I promised a Seth with its froggy XD

So here is a smol fake anime screenshot of our boy Seth.

Who could be the frog?

[maskwilled-blog]

       ❝  WHAT OF WHAT BRUTUS HAD SAID, WHEN HE DID THE GRAND BETRAYAL?  ❞ But there was no betrayal to be found anywhere, although the two were very much similar; et tu, Brutus clearly did not apply in this situation! Though, in different worlds, they would come across one another either way, a two, three, four way to the vast infinities.

@wrath-with-a-will   |   s . c .

[wrath-with-a-will]

...Indeed. It appears the two were connected through eerie similarities sought by many and shared by few.

How... odd.

A mirror playing tricks, perhaps?

The ghost of one’s reflection, willing itself into reality for a night of mad torment plotted to plague the mind of the original?

...

Oh... Well; it seems one would need even a vague idea of an original in the first place to suspect such phantom foul play.

...

Shall he indulge in this fateful illusion?

Wait it out for another to appear? Then another? And so on and so on until suddenly there are simply too many for even a mind such as his to rapidly and accurately comprehend?

Perhaps... not.

He’ll deal with one wildly grinning doppelgänger for the time being.

...

“What was it that he declared, hm?” The weary soul ponders, pale hands — lined with delicate scarring spanning across nimble, sin-kissed fingers — carefully cupping his face in hopes of grounding, all while gazing out at a second face; one both his own and not his own. “Please, do entertain me with a deliciously complex little story! I’ve heard it a thousand times, in a thousand ways, but ah... if Narcissus hadn’t been so right in his vanity... what a treat it is to so sweetly revel in the preachings of my own voice...”

[wrath-with-a-will]

Hello there Mr. Snethk, I was wondering what kind of tea do you prefer?

“...Tea?”

The being taps at his chin, brows furrowing in genuine puzzlement.

What a peculiar question...

Not bad, no...

But so sweetly peculiar...

“—Well, I’m certainly not one for anything quite as awfully mundane as drinking.” He starts coolly, voice level and hinting at pleasant amusement. “It’s such a distasteful feeling... As though the liquid one intakes is a serpent on the hunt, sliding coldly down the throat and simply... settling. Isn’t that just so strange? What a phenomenon! How is it that you mortals accept it as natural? I certainly couldn’t bear putting up with something so uncomfortably inconvenient.”

...

Seth pauses, a fleeting glimmer sparking through his dull red gaze as a slight smile makes itself known.

...

“Though, if I should pick one of those herbal liquids to prefer above all else, well... I believe I once indulged in a delicate strain of... Silver Needle? Something akin to that... airy and light! I can’t say I held much disdain for that particular ‘tea’. It was... enjoyable? Mm... Enjoyable!”

[wrath-with-a-will]

Hey Mr. Seth, who was the frog in the tale "The Frog's and my Love Romance"? It certainly mentions a one eyed Snake(you), where you in love with someone???

Seth, who’d previously been lazily scanning over the inquiry, nearly chokes on the air he needn’t even be breathing.

...

Love?!

Well... that’s certainly... a surprising question.

...

Clearing his throat and readjusting his posture, a hand rises to briskly card through the man’s hair as his composure returns.

“Well, well, well...” He starts cooly, a little smile quirking his lips upward. “Love, you ask? What a fickle concept... So horrifyingly human...”

...

He pauses then, the faintest hint of rose coloring his pale cheeks as he thinks back to... a different time.

...

“—Perhaps I took an interest in the idea of it all, with a soul who certainly knew a thing or two about it, once upon a time...” Seth murmurs, toying lightly with the hem of his cloak. “Love.”

...

If he were humble enough to admit it, Seth might just let slip mention of missing such a person. Such a love.

It’s been a long, long time, however.

Chances of seeing that old love and bathing his world again in rose and romance are dreadfully slim.

Not... impossible, however.

...

It really is best he not concern himself with his pitifully beating heart right now.

...

“I’ll leave you with one thought to toy with, I suppose.” Seth says, eyes slipping closed in content. That same small smile remains, subtly brightening up his typically empty expression with a foreign glow. “The soul I once indulged my heart to lose itself in — the frog, as you like to call him — well... he was a real hoot, I always liked to think...”

[levia-barisol]

////// from the ec groupchat abt how. Seth in our 4th period rp is a literal whole ass BABY

[wrath-with-a-will]

Postman is holding a small envelope. There is a paper inside, folded neatly to fit inside it's packaging. The only thing that it reads is "Bitch." in big, bold handwriting. There is a drawing of a winking face by the side of it, signed by Ma. "Just know these are her words, not mine." [askmrpostman]

Seth carefully grabs the envelope, tracing the folded lines lightly with his fingertips before delicately sliding them underneath the crease to open it up and retrieve the paper.

...

Upon reading through it — Which took no time. At all. — the man’s already passive face somehow took on an even blanker expression, every ounce of any possible emotion he’d ever harbored draining from at the sight of the crude word.

...

“Bitch, hm?” He inquires, glancing down at the hidden girl. “She does know that I’ve been called worse, no? This feels like the weak glide of water droplet down the petal of a dead flower— like nothing at all.”

...

Now, no harm meant to the little postal girl, but...

...To the Witch, all harm meant.

—Try harder next time, Aleph.

You’re failing miserably.

Make the bitch cry for once.

[wrath-with-a-will]

Oh my me... you. You are here too? How great. I guess you were tired of copying, or better ruining, my best creations: my beloved, little humans.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh good god.

“Barisol.” Seth hisses flatly.

…

Was that a jab at his creations? His precious dolls?

No, no, it couldn’t be! Barisol would be a damned fool to feel that bold.

…

“Mm, accusatory today, aren’t we now?” He tries again, more contained now. “Why, I’m not tired at all! In fact, I’m just getting started on brainstorming every way that I can squash your pitiful little playthings!”

[ask-behemobarisol]

They put on their face the best angelic smile possible,not that would be difficult thanks to their pretty face, as the other scientist hissed their name: they loved to annoy their collagues, especially Twiright. 

Did they risk a punch in the face with that attitude? Yes, of course.

Was it funny for them? Absolutely.

“Twiright, I think the word accusatory it’s such an ugly word!”

They faked a sorry face, but just for a ten seconds, only to add right after as they smiled again in that fake angelic  way on their face: of course they would never miss a possibility to make one of their nasty remarks.

“Well, not as ugly as you… However! I see you’re still unpleasant as always.”

The smile on their lips faded slightly as Twiright, that rat, mentioned how he would try and ruin their creation, they could feel pure wrath just at the thought of someone, especially Seth Twiright, messing with their creations, again.

Oh, he could of course try.

Did they care about human beings? Yes, they created them, to them humans were more less like very, very interesting dolls with a will and able to think, move and talk. They could keep Behemo very busy and entertained, that was the most important thing for them.

However, that spark of wrath diminished while Behemo smiled again, as if they didn’t hear anything.

“Ugh, meanie~ No need to destroy my things, or copy them huh, just because you are not able to create something as good as my creations! Maybe, just a suggestion, you can learn to do something good inside that pretty key of yours~” 

[wrath-with-a-will]

A small noise of shock escapes Seth, and he nearly loses his composure right then and there.

...His creations? Not as... good?

Oh. Oh, alright.

...

It seems Barisol has forgotten just which demon he’s dealing with here.

...

Taking a moment to breathe, Seth smooths his coat and attempts an eeirily soft smile, cocking his head innocently towards Behemo.

“Ugly?” He coos out, lacing the miserable word with the sweetest poison he can muster. “Why... I hadn’t realized I’d become Miss Annette all of the sudden! Since when was I a mirror, dear Barisol?”

...

A single pause is taken, allowing Seth’s false smile to widen back into his signature, empty grin.

...

“Either way,” he starts again, voice low, crackly, and still far too honeyed. “Anything and everything I’m spending my days preoccupying myself with in this cozy little key of mine is borne from a genius far above yours. Perhaps even on the same level as my darling dolls! Surely much, much better than those disgusting little creatures you’ve managed to infect our world with!”

...

If Barisol wants to play dirty, Twiright will get absolutely filthy.

[wrath-with-a-will]

Oh my me... you. You are here too? How great. I guess you were tired of copying, or better ruining, my best creations: my beloved, little humans.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh good god.

“Barisol.” Seth hisses flatly.

...

Was that a jab at his creations? His precious dolls?

No, no, it couldn’t be! Barisol would be a damned fool to feel that bold.

...

“Mm, accusatory today, aren’t we now?” He tries again, more contained now. “Why, I’m not tired at all! In fact, I’m just getting started on brainstorming every way that I can squash your pitiful little playthings!”

[wrath-with-a-will]

“It isn’t the question of how, it is the question of when.”

Seth Twiright.

セト＝トワイライト。

Сет Твирайт.

———————————————————————–

The Mask with a Will.

The Father of the Ghouls.

The Demon ruling over the red sea of wrath.

Whatever you’d like to call it.

———————————————————————–

Renowned physicist of the Second World.

Prominent scientist of the Third.

Once the overseer of Project MA, Doctor Seth Twiright is a being with no qualms over causing a little bit of trouble. What’s an act of sin to a virtueless soul, hm? Calm, collected, and calculating, he’s one of few words, few friends, and few foes, and one with many thoughts, many desires, and many tricks up his sleeve.

However, these days he finds his new existence within this damned key to be quite the bore... Not much to satisfy the man’s hunger in here, he‘s deduced. A shame, really.

Mm, Seth supposes that if those with a lack of proper foresight and an abundance of foolish courage find the heart to speak with him, well... he certainly won’t stop them. They can go right on ahead! He won’t bite! He’ll only toy with their pretty little minds...

Now, any takers? He’d love some company right about now...

Why, he’d just about die for it — ha!

[ask-irinaclockworker]

"I guess we are all bored…"

-Irina C

[wrath-with-a-will]

“Not much to do around here, is there? So little to learn, so little to discover, so little to destroy... Why, what’s the fun in wreaking havoc when there’s just no trouble to even cause?”

[ask-irinaclockworker]

"I guess this ask blog is the best we can do while we wait for something more exciting, it inot as bad as I thought..."

-Irina C.

[wrath-with-a-will]

“I suppose... Terrorizing the masses verbally? Perhaps it could make for an enjoyable time— not preferred, of course, but... acceptable.”

Any sort of thrill Seth can get at this point, he’ll take.

Desperate? Hah, not at all! Just a little hungry, that’s all...

[amai-ixchel]

Woah there was a sudden boom of Evillious Ask blogs XD I just found out a lot appeared today.

The evillious ask blogs so far I've encountered. Go ahead and give them some love and asks :D

Transcending Through Time.

An interesting thought, right? Anyways, this is as good as any other way to spend my time. so go ahead, say something.

here comes the postman.

“...hello, I’m Postman. I’m the servant of Ma, though there’s not much else I can tell you. Do you mind filling me in?”

The Story Now Walks On Its Own

We’re ready for questions!

I Will Continue To Make Music Boxes

“Hello! Welcome to my blog! I’m not that knowledgeable when it comes to this type of thing, but the ask box is always open!”

Ask Evillious Hansel and Gretel

Gretel: I don’t exactly wanna. Hansel: We will listen to you, in exchange you listen to us. (Hey Hey This is my newest blog! It’s Hansel and

Saa, kowashiyou

Has anyone ever told you that you're the bomb? ;D

Have you seen my sister?!

“Hello, everyone! It’s a pleasure to meet you all! Haru told me that it’d be good if I went out and met new people, so I hope we can become

Seth. Twiright.

“It isn’t the question of how, it is the question of when.” Seth Twiright. セト＝トワイライト。 Сет Твирайт. ———————————————————————– The Mask with a

And ofc my own blog xd

Ask the red cat witch

Ask Me This may be confusing but I am here to answer your doubts, hope we get along so I don't have to burn this down... -Irina Clockworker

@barisol-levia

@askmrpostman

@ask-the-theatre-court

@clockworker-kiril

@askevillioushanselandgretel

@ask-amostiapunishment

@ask-hakuanetsuma

@maskwithawill

[wrath-with-a-will]

// Oh!! Thank you so much, haha! That’s so sweet of you to share my little blog! ☺️❤️

[wrath-with-a-will]

“It isn’t the question of how, it is the question of when.”

Seth Twiright.

セト＝トワイライト。

Сет Твирайт.

———————————————————————–

The Mask with a Will.

The Father of the Ghouls.

The Demon ruling over the red sea of wrath.

Whatever you’d like to call it.

———————————————————————–

Renowned physicist of the Second World.

Prominent scientist of the Third.

Once the overseer of Project MA, Doctor Seth Twiright is a being with no qualms over causing a little bit of trouble. What’s an act of sin to a virtueless soul, hm? Calm, collected, and calculating, he’s one of few words, few friends, and few foes, and one with many thoughts, many desires, and many tricks up his sleeve.

However, these days he finds his new existence within this damned key to be quite the bore... Not much to satisfy the man’s hunger in here, he‘s deduced. A shame, really.

Mm, Seth supposes that if those with a lack of proper foresight and an abundance of foolish courage find the heart to speak with him, well... he certainly won’t stop them. They can go right on ahead! He won’t bite! He’ll only toy with their pretty little minds...

Now, any takers? He’d love some company right about now...

Why, he’d just about die for it — ha!

[ask-irinaclockworker]

"I guess we are all bored…"

-Irina C

[wrath-with-a-will]

“Not much to do around here, is there? So little to learn, so little to discover, so little to destroy... Why, what’s the fun in wreaking havoc when there’s just no trouble to even cause?”

[wrath-with-a-will]

hey, hey seth. I have a nickname for you: Mr. Dr. Twink Lookin' Bitch Ass Mask Ass Lookin' Rat Bitch

Ah.

Of course.

Out of every soul to possibly find him in this world, it had to be her.

...

Twink?

Rat?

Like he hasn’t heard any of that before.

He’s hundreds of years old, Levia. Try a little bit harder next time, sweetheart.

...

Seth stares her down, an eyebrow cocked and twitching in subtle irritation.

“Miss Barisol— what a surprise! A pleasure as always!” He pauses for a moment, raising a hand up to tap at his chin in mock thought. “Now... what could have possibly brought the virtual menace herself around here, hm?”

[levia-barisol]

—Since, apparently, you don't have any toys to play around with right now. Say, i've always wondered, is it cramped inside of that key?

[wrath-with-a-will]

“Company? Funny, I could have sworn I told you once how much I found the presence of others to be oh so very... distasteful.”

...

The key?

“Wowwwww...” He drawls, face as blank as ever. “Didn’t know you had mind enough to even think about anything outside of, well... you! Wouldn’t you just love to take a look in here, hm?”

[wrath-with-a-will]

sup, science bastard

...?

Oh, referring to each other as the obvious now, hm?

“—Hello there, cat devil.”

[wrath-with-a-will]

hey, hey seth. I have a nickname for you: Mr. Dr. Twink Lookin' Bitch Ass Mask Ass Lookin' Rat Bitch

Ah.

Of course.

Out of every soul to possibly find him in this world, it had to be her.

...

Twink?

Rat?

Like he hasn’t heard any of that before.

He’s hundreds of years old, Levia. Try a little bit harder next time, sweetheart.

...

Seth stares her down, an eyebrow cocked and twitching in subtle irritation.

“Miss Barisol— what a surprise! A pleasure as always!” He pauses for a moment, raising a hand up to tap at his chin in mock thought. “Now... what could have possibly brought the virtual menace herself around here, hm?”