// @fryordie  

choosing to stay in his grandfather’s realm for the duration of this was possibly for the best. he sat watching the entire fight go down; not even bothering to lift a finger to help. in-fact, he had been instructed to just watch ( some sort of lesson he assumed ), and it was destruction on a scale not even he was capable of. 
of course, he knew about what could happen, but the scale was…. surprising. even to him. it was to that very reason he understood ( if only slightly ) why he was told ( more so ordered ) to stay there instead of on earth.
however, he couldn’t deny that overwhelming urge to see if anyone was still alive – he knew there had to be a few survivors, but as to how many? not even he knew, but… all the same… there was a chance ( even if slim ) thor was alive.
yes, they had their differences, but he would rather spend time trying to find out if he was alive than spend another day in meph’s realm. at least then maybe he could figure out a way to do some good for once…or you know make things worse. it just depended on the situation he found himself in down there.

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still, he knew that things could get violent fast, and that a choice had to be made when or even if he found anyone. he just didn’t know what the choice would be. especially now – when it seemed like time for everyone ( human or otherwise ) was running out.
        “for the record,” he said, hands sliding into his back pockets, “you look like shit – worse than i thought.”

personatvs:

@hellfirebound 

🎲 ‘d and got elektra!!!

       darkness was like a plague to blood, it seeped and it sewed within the confines of one’s soul. elektra knew it well, and standing where she was, head tilted to the side in curiosity, she could feel it festering. like recognizes like, as always, and before she can react to it in kind the black sky within her beckons to where it’s as though the words seeping from her lips tease something inaudible in smog ————– but nothing was there. only her, this stranger, and the darkness settled between them. 

❛  you believe it all, don’t you?? ❜

  

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      once, he could have said that belief was a two way street. he could have gone onto say it didn’t matter what someone believed. it was all about what is or what is not. though, things changed since then; belief became part of reality. the belief of a few or many could alter the world – so could a symbol – among other things. ❛ i know enough. ❜   what he truthfully believed was that she was a person – what was in her or even part of her didn’t matter.  ❛ simply that.  ❜ 

misc. angst. // sentences .

melamemea:

  • “ I just wanna feel something. ”
  • “ Can you really judge me for being this way? ”
  • “As if you were any better! ”
  • “ You don’t understand what it’s like, you really don’t. ”
  • “ Oh yeah? You know what? Fuck you. That’s what. ”
  • “ There is so much pain, and I… I don’t know how to not notice shit. ”
  • “ I hate what I see. ”
  • “ I wish I had never met you. ”
  • “ Do you think I’ll ever be as pretty as her/him ?”
  • “ You don’t need to pretend to give a shit about me just because people are watching. ”
  • “ Fuck you. ”
  • “ Where were you !? ”
  • “ Get the fuck out! ”
  • “ I can’t look at you right. ”
  • “ What do you want from me, ( Name ) !? ”
  • “ I can’t do this anymore. It’s over. Leave me alone. ”
  • “ Nothing is going to change. Nothing. Get that into your head. ”
  • “ Trust y o u ? I did trust you ! And you broke my heart ! ”
  • “ I gotta go. ”
  • “ You know what? Fuck this. I’m out. ”
  • “ Life is one fucking beauty contest after another, fuck that. ”
  • “ Suddenly i’m not good enough for you, is that it? ”
  • “ I don’t know how to change it. ”
  • “ I’m so scared that this feeling won’t ever go away. ”
  • “ I feel like shit when I’m alone, I feel like shit when I’m with you; nothing is going to change, not even you make me happy anymore, so what’s the fucking point, huh? ”
  • “ It’s fine. It’s not like you belonged to me to begin with. ”
  • “ Do me a favor? Stop calling me pretty because it makes me uncomfortable. ”
  • “ It hurts — because it mattered! At least to me, but… ”
  • “ Why… do nice people choose the wrong people to date? ”
  • “ We accept the love we think we deserve. ”
  • “ I can’t be with you. I won’t be with you. ”
  • “ You’re all I have! ”
  • “ Stop blaming me for your mistakes !”
  • “ What do you want me to do then!? ”
  • “ Looking at you is a constant reminder of how I fucked up. So could you please… please just… go away? ”
  • “ I understand what it’s like to be different. ”
  • “ I’m very different. ”
  • “ I’m damaged. ”
  • “ Everyone leaves. It’s okay. I’m cool with it. ”
  • “ What do normal people do when they get this sad? ”
  • “ Because of what you did — I’m damaged! ”
  • “ I’m too fucking sick of the world. ”
  • “ Why is this so hard ? Jesus christ… ”
  • “ I can’t remember the last time I felt this… bad. ”
  • “ I guess I saw it coming, but I chose to ignore it. I chose to look away because I thought… I thought that this time would be different. What a joke. ”
  • “ I’m never the one. ”
  • “ Your choice is simple, her/him/them or — me. I’m sure she’s / he’s / they are great, but I… I love you.”
  • “ Oh… you’re staying with her/him/them. ”
  • “ I’m in love with him. ”
  • “ You knew this was going to happen, and you fucking let it — do you… do you even have a heart? ”
  • “ You’re so fucking cold. ”
  • “ I need you to need me back! ”
  • “ I really do hope that you’re happy. ”
  • “ I try — so hard… and… I’m never the one.”
  • “ He’s an asshole, he just can’t hide it anymore. ”
  • “ Jesus Christ (name) , could you just… do something?”
  • “ I’m sorry! I can’t help it! I don’t even want it!”
  • “ That was your fault. ”
  • “ Why can’t you admit that you can’t stand what I am !?”
  • “ I’m upset! ”
  • “ Do you have any idea… what you’ve put me through? ”
  • “ I’m sorry I’m not the perfect person you want me to be! ”
  • “ You must have all the answers then. ”
  • “ I’ll figure it out. ”
  • “ Don’t come running to me when you change your mind. It’s over. I’m done. ”
  • “ Don’t ever call me again. ”

docfinite:

  I used to think [ violence ] was never the answer.
                                                            Until one day it was─
                                                                                   and the guilt I expected
                                                                                                                   never came.

     “don’t give me choices , I am not good with those but you can give it a go , I would not mind shooting you until there was not a single bullet left on my gun”.

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     “it wouldn’t do you any good,” he said bluntly. “you’d be dead before the second bullet left the gun.” a pause. “maybe after the third… if you’re lucky.”

      “Alright,” of all the times to pick to be chivalrous, did it have to be at a time when she wasn’t exactly keen on being the first to move. Still, she wasn’t about to be seen as a coward, especially after their banter. “I swear though, if they have super thin women, scantily dressed in metallic devil outfits serving drinks, I’ll be very disappointed. Hell has to be a little different than here.” With a quiet chuckle, she stepped towards ‘HELL’, unsure about what would await them inside.

     “well, if that’s what the people want.” he couldn’t help giving a shrug as he glanced to the ground for a few moments, following her towards the doorway. “sadly enough, that would have been too cliche.” or, maybe that was just him – still, it wasn’t everyday someone left this damnable place. well, besides demons, and a few others. 

cliviabenson:

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               SUCH A SMOOTH RESPONSE HAS olivia half scoffing , a brow lifting before she manages to find her voice .          “ call me olivia — what are you drinking ? ”          body turns to face his a bit more as she remains at the bar , genuinely intrigued by him .

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 “   the usual,      ”      he said bluntly.    “      whiskey… straight.      ”         he didn’t feel the NEED to change his drink – not even for a girl. “      an’ it’s ky.       ”  he didn’t think his full name was NECESSARY.    at least for the moment. 

whcwashe:

@hellfirebound

      “ —- if you’re gonna hang around all night, would you at LEAST do me a favor and … I dunno, do some dusting? Or dig up a few extra blankets or something?”

    he could do several things, but dusting? not a chance. a reason to why he opted for the extra blankets. among other things. “wan’t me to leave?” he asked, making his way towards a closet. “i could – wouldn’t be hard either. i hear there’s a nice place open this time of night.”

iiidiosyncrasies:

[ @hellfirebound;; starter call. ]

.       it’s been years since they’ve seen each other, years since the days spent sparring in the DANGER ROOM. bobby’s always known ky is a wildcard, but somehow he’s carried a small, secret little hope that he could ‘fix’ him, make him choose a different path. honestly, when he thinks about it, he can’t believe his own stupidity. you can’t fix people, and you can’t change them.

       slowly the ice spreads from his fingers to cover him entirely, his body shifting to organic ice. he’s more durable like this, and it feels like this might get UGLY quick.

     ❝ fancy seeing you here, ❞ in the middle of a disaster, that ky’lar was probably the source of.

❝ y’know, your landscaping skills could use some work. you should hire a contractor next time. ❞

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    ky never could follow the rules. as much as he attempted to do so in the past… they always were just too r e s t r i c t i v e  for him. he always had TROUBLE with limitations – it didn’t matter if they were for his BEST interest or not. maybe he should have listened a bit more and focused LESS on his own constant NEED to cure that ITCH under his skin.

    still, he doubted that it would have CHANGED anything about this confrontation. he always was MESSY – even more so now, but he had HOPED he wouldn’t see bobby for a long while. 

       ❝ never been one to care ‘bout messes. ❞ at least in recent memory. someone would come clean this up; they always did… one way or another. ❝ still, ❞ he said, hands slipping into his pockets, ❝ it’s good to see you again. ❞  even if every part of him knew this would turn into a fight. one… he craved, but also wanted to avoid.