the executioner's within me
and he comes, blindfold ready
sword in hand
and arms so steady
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today, a message from edgeworth 💞💗💖💕
[ID Start: A drawing of Miles Edgeworth from the Ace Attorney series from just below the shoulders up. He is facing directly forward with a stern expression, pointing a gun at the viewer. Over the image, black, all caps text, outlined in white reads "Tag your unreality, I am no longer asking" end ID] thank you @bee--lzebub for the id :)
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The big guy is off screen, go get ‘em dangeresque, too!
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FIRST HALLOWICON OF THE SEASON
for my partner! i forgor your tumblr sorry babe if you see it you see it
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id : a red and black ink drawing of a four armed character with a burning star for a head. it is holding up two daggers pointing outward from head level, and two swords directed at the ground. it is wearing pointy shoes, puffy trousers, a frilled shirt with vertical stripes and two cross shoulder sword holders. red stars arehovering in a circle and weaving around it./end id
im just fucking around
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closed starter ›› @rhapsodiq
featuring ›› kim siwoo ᡣ𐭩
location ›› in the fiery , blazing streets.
MANY ARE STRANGERS TO PAKORN, BUT NOT CONFLICT. the first fires flickered against the concrete-ash of the buildings in makeshift demonic light; the call to arms sweeps wide through the neon to splash crimson against it, and he couldn't help his nature, scorpion-dark and poised to sting: get a fucking front - row seat. the crowds bursting like rotten flowers, curling in on themselves, smoke and nature vying for the top dog in this race. pakorn likes the games. what can he fucking say.
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶. . . [ 𝘉𝘖𝘋𝘠 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘛 : 𝘋𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘌𝘋. ] [ 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 ? ] 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 . . .
the cycle continues. the inside of his head, reminiscent of the pulses of gunfire and of the fire streaming from the gaping maws of broken - through windows. a gun of cold metal in one hand, the other created from the same pillar of wires. cigarette still lit in his mouth, but unable to hold it; pulling and exhaling in even breaths. levelling that barrel at the forehead of someone else in a mask. 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 . . . [ 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙶𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳. 𝘛𝘙𝘠 𝘈𝘎𝘈𝘐𝘕? ] "cmon, y'fucker." muttered around the cigarette. "do somethin' if you're gonna do it then."
the blackened pupil narrows into that flattened, red pupil of focus. rolling away from the frozen stand-off at hand. to the entrance of stoneage, not too far away.
𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 . . . [ 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙶𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝙺𝙸𝙼 𝚂𝙸𝚆𝙾𝙾. ]
"... fuck." louder than any conflict at hand. the reaction within him, a different kind of overheating. ( this was not a fucking poker table. this game was the worst to lose him to. his thoughts could roll over into: why fucking stoneage. later. ) it rectifies within him, sudden, no hesitation: if siwoo sees him, pakorn will make sure others die around him. ( fuck it fuck it fuck it. he doesn't want him to see him like this. not like this. it is a rotten, slick slope. ) give him a reason to pull the trigger.
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