leviathan, the girl.

they dance in the ballrooms shaking their wallets at god; & the notes fill the pages as i scramble to paste up my bleeding heart. affiliated imperialist junko. written by adrian.

[valkxrja-deactivated20150419]

                                            ( PROTOTYPE. )

leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be — LEAVE ME ALONE

         ’ What do you want, ‘ snarls the ALPHA WOLFas she stares down her sister, pushing away the technology with the slightest of eyerolls. A resentful expression crosses her maw as her form tenses ( how EMBARRASSING, to be put under so much anxiety by your younger sibling. ) turning away from the strawberry-blonde.           She takes to the box, brow arching in distaste. What is this, a present? She snorts at the thought, truly! A cake would be malignant, a present falsified. This was probably… procured illegally, knowing the self-indulgent p r i n c e s s. Nose crinkles, and the valkyrie has the AUDACITY to press the woman away from her with a gentle shove.           ’ I don’t want a damned selfie. No cake. No presents. I don’t even want you here. I don’t want to acknowledge this is my birthday. It’s Christmas Eve. I want to get this work done, change into something comfortable, and go to bed. That’s all I want. So don’t come here and think today’s the day to make fucking amends, got it? ‘

[yolquetza]

"So, what, you'd rather this be a lover's holiday? Naughty naughty, onee-chan!" neither form nor gaze nor voice falter at the rejection, why would they? instead, giggles spill sugar-coated and poison-laced from her cherry lips as the rectangle of light and plastic is tossed aside with a clatter.

"But seriously, you're such a grouch! I got this cake for you — payed good money for it, too! I mean, I admit, there was some blackmail involved, but I did pay for it. Not cheap, either, and this is how you thank me? And besides, you say 'amends' like I've got something to be sorry for. Yeah, right."

a single dainty finger pushes the box ever so slightly forward (teetering on the precipice of personal space) as the golden girl plants her elbows on wooden desktop. hell would freeze over before she would relinquish the one day that allowed her to get deeper under her sister's skin than any other.

"Just have one piece of cake, maybe you'll feel better! You're just not you when you're hungry." this last delivered in simpering pout, quickly slashed back into her trademark viper grin. such expressions would almost imply that the confection has been... tampered with? especially from enoshima, and especially to ikusaba. duplicity seems to hang thick in the air like a shroud.

[neofriend-deactivated20160823]

i consider my presence a present. merry christmas everyone

[yolquetza]

stilettos drum a steady beat against dingy floors as enoshima walks with purpose, back straight, eyes ahead, lavishly cared-for hands gripping a large box before her. she knows exactly where she is going, and any trained attack dog that stares as they pass her in the hallway is turned away when grey optics become sudden knife edges in the dim light. she has returned from other parts in a blaze of glory, or so she pretends, and there is only one person with whom it is to be shared.

there is no early warning, no knocks upon the warblade's door, simply the advent of freyja into her sister dearest's quarters, filling up the space immediately as if she were molten gold (or tar, perhaps) poured into a royal vessel. something — paperwork? she doesn't care — is snatched away from ikusaba's grip, and the box is dumped heavily in its place. the marks of foreign bakers, heavily stylized french proclaiming its contents, adorn it on all sides.

"Mukuro-nee-chaaaan! Guess who's back from her big European tour! And thanks to moi, the folks over there are just eating Tanaka-tennou up! I brought you something back — don't think I could ever forget what day it is today!"

slender arm swoops serpentine around the wolf child's muscular shoulders and pulls her close, impossibly slim cell phone emerging inexplicably from the younger sibling's cleavage to face the pair with unblinking camera.

"Birthday selfie~! ☆"

[nevver]

[yolquetza]

pUNCHES through the lid of my coffin. alright, that has been quite enough of letting this blog collect dust. if anyone still remembers this old thing, i am officially coming off my... unofficial hiatus. mostly because it's a very special day tomorrow, and it needs to be celebrated in the good old (read: terrible for everyone) imperialist junko way. so! suffice it to say that yolquetza is back with a brand new track, just in time for the holidays! yaaaay

[ohmiyo-deactivated20150806]

he scowled. teeth show through sweet lips, as did a paraselene of the moon’s halo. she run through the pipes slick with graveolent waste and he treat her with toxicity. she present herself as woman of worldly glory, priding herself in acclaimed natural beauty. the people loved her, accepted her as a god. that in itself was enough to make lambent eyes role in sockets. jaded. nothing humored him more than the varicose mask that she had sculpted to cover wild imperfections. yet, to think that she shared blood with his sister in arms. hands ached to wrap themselves around her painted neck. to choke her til he knew she was long gone. these stay at his side, zizith resting against toned shoulders. approach calmly, brows questioning but knowing. she will leave so soon.

       ’ not the emperor. ask Him. we are all the same in His eyes, have you not listened? ‘

[yolquetza]

[ he's disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. she sees how he paints himself as a modern era hercules, a demigod, a prince, fit to be seated upon an alabaster throne and to look down upon her like a playground tyrant upon some wayward insect. if only she had had more time — know this, diamond boy, if only she had had more time, a single tick of the world's knife-edge large hand, you and all your little friends would be pinned squirming under her heel. all this reverberates on the inside of her golden skull, but all that is presented to the centurion ( he is a legionnaire and nothing more, thinks she, a faceless soldier giving himself a mask, and the hypocrisy is not lost on her ) is a twirl of flaxen hair and a coquettish giggle that tumbles from her lips like a diamond, with all the sharp edges that make her lips run red as it falls. ]

"That's a good mentality! Very nice, you keep thinking that. Although, surely it hasn't escaped your attention that some of us are less equal in his eyes than others! Seeing as how you're partying in the metaphorical penthouse, while I'm treated like the insane sister locked in the attic with a paper bag over her head. Hmm? I mean, if you want me to leave, you could just say so without resorting to spewing this sanctimonious nonsense. It doesn't suit you."

[yolquetza]

whoa. i've been gone for quite a while, relatively! sorry about that, anybody who missed me. in any case, i'll be trying to be more active on this account, so... like this post if you want a short starter!

[valkxrja-deactivated20150419]

I felt like an animal, but animals don't know sin, do they?

inspired by tumblr users valkxrja and yolquetza of the imperialist rp au. listen.

sorry about your parents -  icon for hire [nightcore] || dear sister the pretty reckless || better than i know myself adam lambert || built for sin framing hanley || broken seether & amy lee || i must be dreaming evanscence || the sex is good saving abel || daughters of darknes halestorm || mz. hyde halestorm [nightcore]

[xqueenovak-blog]

see the sin in your grin & the shape of your mouth can’t  believe  you  were once just like anyone  else  then   you  grew &  became  like  the  devil  himself the  cracks  in  your  smile  are  beginning  to show

[childwhimsyaf]

[tseijin]

✧ I-I don’t know. I mean, I checked everywhere—the only possible situation I can think is that someone stole them. I don’t know why, though; I guess that depends on what they contained, which is also something I don’t know. I’m sorry. I tried. Failure is something I’m going to face, so. Do what you will.

I…don’t care.✧ 

[yolquetza]

Oi oi oi. Bo-ring! Zero out of ten, Makotan, you could've shown a little fear, a little defiance, something! Remind me to sign you up for acting classes.

Someone stole them, huh? Disappointing. Not your fault, though, you did try — as hard as it is for me to admit that you didn't fuck up this one time. What they contained is on a need-to-know basis, you don't need to know, blah blah blah, et cetera, et cetera. Now, who could've done such a terrible, terrible thing to poor little Junko-chan? You should round up Kyoutan and do some investigation — that's, like, the only thing you two are good at, isn't it?

[yolquetza]

queen of the flies, it’s time to meet your disciples.

ULTIMATE PROPAGANDIST. a cult within a cult; pink talons stain themselves with blood and ink.

she daubs the hallowed name of her lord, the modern age’s YHVH, in broad strokes of glitter and neon and ichor across the blank and featureless walls of the nation’s consciousness. the puppeteer sees her own strings; the girl with nothing has been given everything and yet it is only an empire of dirt, held to the heavens by pillars of sand. she is crucified, loss incarnate, but laughs for the camera with a mouth full of blood (don’t falter, tighten that smile! lest it drool from between your teeth) — all that remains is to fiddle as her kingdom burns to the ground and is reborn (warped and twisted and under a usurper’s banner) from the ashes.

associated imperialist au junko. au by mani. written by adrian.

♡ / ♡ / ♡ / ♡ / ♡

[meiringen]

[kyorano-blog]

Akazome scrabbles, weezy laughter still propelling her dead shock through the motions of bitter joy, fumbles in her skirts until she can find the tattered remnants of her stolen blazer badge, the embroidered logo of the course she was always supposed to be on. Here, at the final meeting place, there is no room for the lies she bent back pregnant under.

"A job unfinished," she explains, eyes starving wide and weeping clear. She skitters towards the sun in the walking sky like marbles on glass, scratches herself up just trying to get there. There is sweetness in the air, under the fire like caramel.

"A job unfinished is not a job done. You pulled your punch. I’m calling to all the holies that it’s your time to see the ending, all the holies in their sky wide seeing calling to them now for you to see it, for you to sky see it, for you to be holy. They died. They died. A job unfinished is a job not done, is a job starving and weak. It’s time. I know you."

[yolquetza]

Yeah, I know what "a job unfinished" means, thanks.

[ revulsion sweeps along her shoulders and down her spine as broken-record tones scrape along her eardrums and dirty fingers clasp a shining symbol long made meaningless, hold it up to dull grey eyes in which it's just a piece of metal. there's an irrational urge to lash out with talons stained pink and black by her toil, to stop the torrent of words that repeat themselves and pound like a jackhammer on her own broken mind, references to a past long erased, long painted over with the emperor's golden sigils. ]

You know me, huh? That's great, so does everybody who's read a fashion magazine. Look, if you're some kind of relic of the despair days, I've gotta tell you right now that I don't really do that anymore. I'd make a flippant wisecrack about how it's "soooo last year!," but really, what's the point? They died, they died, who died? A lot of people died. I have nothing to do with it anymore, take it up with Tanaka. I'm busy.

[shxnju-blog]

┈┈♫♪ { ❝ …Goodness, you gave me quite a fright! Like I said, I really do not wish to intrude, but…such matters have been pressing upon my mind for a while. I simply do not like being disliked, is all, especially by a cohort!

I do not know of your relationship with her, but—might you be able to shed some light upon Ikusaba-sama? I do not think…she is a fan of me, which is strange! I’ve only ever been so courteous to her. ❞ } 

[yolquetza]

Well, shame on her, I say! How could anyone dislike someone as sweet as you? Someone in our own court, no less. But if it's dear old Mookie we're talking about, well, here's the thing...

I can't! Maybe you missed the part where his nibs alienated the two of us irreparably, but you should know that we're not exactly on the best of terms anymore. The connection's by blood, and that's about it. So, bzzt! Sorry! Access denied, try asking one of her Cerberus buddies.

Was there anything else?

[kyorano-blog]

The girl behind her has made no noise in her approach - or maybe she has, but it’s been drowned out by Akazome’s crusty wheezing laughter as it catches into her gut and rips free like a fishhook. She digs her nails into the wall beside her to hold her up, filthy tears streaming down her cheeks and collecting under her chin.

”- and you! And you and you and you and! You! Here! Trailing an unfinished job, unfinished, unfinished job trailing and unfinished trailing an unfinished trailing trailing trailing. Your hair looks like you tore it all out and stuffed the roots back in and you’re waiting for it to rot, your eyes are eaten, I cannot believe this. Tower crowned grey when you spilled us around your necklace in teeth, I cannot believe this!”

[yolquetza]

Okay, right.

[ this crowing stick figure is repulsive — enoshima's fineries (a death shroud in disguise, dolled up with bows and patterns) are in stark contrast with the tatters before her, encircling a figure practically dripping with blood and burn. hands planted on her hips, her face twists from the smoke and tar that leaks out of this ruined girl's mouth with every word. ]

Do I know you? Because if you're on the list of people whose significant others I've indirectly killed, or who I alienated from their families, or whose lives I've otherwise ruined, you're gonna have to wait at the back of the line! I've got other things to deal with than gibbering husks spouting nonsense at me, thanks very much, so if you'll do me a huuuuge favour and go back to whatever abandoned apartment you crawled out of. 'Kay?

[imjust-a-girl]