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[ Go to hell!
One after the other, and inevitably comes to fill in between the spaces that are there. He reaches but he cannot be free - where would he go at any rate? What would witness his end? He is, but a boy, a small boy, a child compared to the innate primordial existence that is BB, and she stands there even now. Copious with her bountiful existence made real, the rule breaker confounding illusions and creating fantasy into reality.
There he sits and is pulled apart, there as he comes closer and closer to what one could only compare to as gravity's center. Loki and Akechi, now bound by the reality she is to remake except here she had committed to one conscious mistake - I am going to Eat him.
Regardless of what will come out of it - there is this need to understand, and this need to eat.
Hands will grip both, hands will take both, and the pulling of gravity may cease to be, but that fixed point makes it so none can run from her own devices. She holds them tightly and then plucks them as if they were both merely kittens, scruffed by their necks. Holding each of them over her mouth wide in its expanse, but what is found below them is only darkness. Emptiness and the void to become them. When she lets them go, the weight of their body pulls them downwards. Unable to go anywhere else, they fall into the void, and this endless chasm that is to be made them.
Except, reality was breaking, and for all the efforts that Akechi had put into it. Defying odds and finding frustrations in his own valor of this situation - why was he even here in the first place? Almost as if he were merely play toy all along, and fixed to be met with her own insanity for the sake of it alone. So when he goes down, he goes down hard, but he is bound with frustrations and meets this fight head-on.
Breaking reality, breaking it over and over again.
Everything
shifts and
And Akechi is still falling, this time, the world around them seems to warp in a tunnel downwards. Where a pink film roll finds itself wrapping around as they fall into the ever-endless chasm. Like a vortex with no finality to it.
Downwards, downwards, and in his present frustrations of manic episodes in having called for chaos - whatever is to become of this is to become.
The gentle voice of BB is heard, over and over again whispering things:
Then silence, then Akechi is falling again and -
Then again,
Then suddenly, in the distance, there is a platform. Except, the moment feet touch upon it, whether he falls out of exhaustion from fighting or not, the platform changes - and THIS PART is not particularly canon-based and being warped for creative freedom. However, it changes, and the platform seems to become grey, rocky even. Then a figure appears. It's clearly BB, except here and now she is wearing what could only be compared to an astronaut suit, and a simple one-piece on her body. Barefoot, standing there in a small patch of flowers that feel totally out of place. When realizing that they are both standing on the moon.
In the distance, is Earth. Beautiful in all its glory, sitting there as a backdrop. Above them is an eye, that peers down at them both, and behind him is the Moon Cell. Unattainable, looming, peering at them in the distance. With branches of a sakura tree blooming out from its center.
It's silent.
She stands there, says nothing, watching what he would do.
What will he do? ]
Cracks in reality break.
One after the other, and inevitably comes to fill in between the spaces that are there. He reaches but he cannot be free - where would he go at any rate? What would witness his end? He is, but a boy, a small boy, a child compared to the innate primordial existence that is BB, and she stands there even now. Copious with her bountiful existence made real, the rule breaker confounding illusions and creating fantasy into reality.
There he sits and is pulled apart, there as he comes closer and closer to what one could only compare to as gravity's center. Loki and Akechi, now bound by the reality she is to remake except here she had committed to one conscious mistake - I am going to Eat him.
Regardless of what will come out of it - there is this need to understand, and this need to eat.
Hands will grip both, hands will take both, and the pulling of gravity may cease to be, but that fixed point makes it so none can run from her own devices. She holds them tightly and then plucks them as if they were both merely kittens, scruffed by their necks. Holding each of them over her mouth wide in its expanse, but what is found below them is only darkness. Emptiness and the void to become them. When she lets them go, the weight of their body pulls them downwards. Unable to go anywhere else, they fall into the void, and this endless chasm that is to be made them.
Except, reality was breaking, and for all the efforts that Akechi had put into it. Defying odds and finding frustrations in his own valor of this situation - why was he even here in the first place? Almost as if he were merely play toy all along, and fixed to be met with her own insanity for the sake of it alone. So when he goes down, he goes down hard, but he is bound with frustrations and meets this fight head-on.
Breaking reality, breaking it over and over again.
Everything
grinds to a halt, two clicks to the left.
And Akechi is still falling, this time, the world around them seems to warp in a tunnel downwards. Where a pink film roll finds itself wrapping around as they fall into the ever-endless chasm. Like a vortex with no finality to it.
Downwards, downwards, and in his present frustrations of manic episodes in having called for chaos - whatever is to become of this is to become.
The gentle voice of BB is heard, over and over again whispering things:
A MEMORY:// Enough, if I have decided to do this! I'll see it to the end! you see the sky is black and the world around you is tainted somehow. It's Luluhawa here, and there is BB in the distance facing downwards at other individuals who look at her with this annoyed look. As if this was something she ever always did, as if they knew how to respond to this situation at hand - and then they fight. A sort of fight that is otherworldly, a sort of fight that humans are not meant to see. As servant after servant throw themselves at her, names of heroes any one person could know. King Arthur, Robin Hood, Enkidu, Gilgamesh, Nobunaga, Minamoto no Raikou, Jeanne D' Arc, a Dragon suddenly flies over head - individual after individual with such fighting prowess unable to take someone like her down. Then you alone hear, a quiet voice screaming out loud from the inside: Please, let me save them. Please let me do this! Please let me keep them safe, the future they are going to go into isn't worth laying their life down for. IT IS POINTLESS! LET ME SAVE THEM! LET ME SAVE Them!!!
The furious battle goes on, and on, and on, and on - you see one person in particular and only them. Commanding these great servants switch from one existence to another. Why male and why female - there is an inclination here that she is fighting at multiple levels of reality. With different masters, with different timelines - all trying to condense one truth into actualization: LET ME SAVE THEM!
Then silence, then Akechi is falling again and -
A MEMORY:// I'm a coward, I'm an idiot, I'm lewd - and you would still love and accept someone like me? A voice, a fleeting memory, a moment gone as fast as it came.
Then again,
A MEMORY:// "Take them away. Take them far, far away... Far enough that my hands won't reach them. Far enough that they'll lose sight of these lingering attachments and dreams"
Then suddenly, in the distance, there is a platform. Except, the moment feet touch upon it, whether he falls out of exhaustion from fighting or not, the platform changes - and THIS PART is not particularly canon-based and being warped for creative freedom. However, it changes, and the platform seems to become grey, rocky even. Then a figure appears. It's clearly BB, except here and now she is wearing what could only be compared to an astronaut suit, and a simple one-piece on her body. Barefoot, standing there in a small patch of flowers that feel totally out of place. When realizing that they are both standing on the moon.
In the distance, is Earth. Beautiful in all its glory, sitting there as a backdrop. Above them is an eye, that peers down at them both, and behind him is the Moon Cell. Unattainable, looming, peering at them in the distance. With branches of a sakura tree blooming out from its center.
![eye](-"https://i.imgur.com/YvUhT9o.png"){kind=link}
It's silent.
She stands there, says nothing, watching what he would do.
What will he do? ]
Edited (html fix lol) 2024-09-03 20:54 (UTC)
Will you be recording our next meeting? I suggest learning how to slip a bug into someone's pocket if so. You get better sound quality. They even make waterproof ones now.
[ Well, he wasn't wondering about that before, but it's just an extension of his thoughts. ]
[ Well, he wasn't wondering about that before, but it's just an extension of his thoughts. ]
Noted. However, it's unfortunate you didn't notice the one I was using right in front of your face.
What a shame.
[He lets the conversation die. Goes to get a little drink. Harmony. Peace. The follow-up a few minutes after he finished his tea.].
Just kidding. Recording you would be meaningless. No offense, of course. I always enjoy our conversations when we're able to have them. Your perception and view on the world is quite unique.
What a shame.
[He lets the conversation die. Goes to get a little drink. Harmony. Peace. The follow-up a few minutes after he finished his tea.].
Just kidding. Recording you would be meaningless. No offense, of course. I always enjoy our conversations when we're able to have them. Your perception and view on the world is quite unique.
[ He would have noticed, so he's not pressed... Though then again, nothing really phases him. ]
I see. You're right. It would be a waste of your time.
There's no need to continue to disclaimer. There's little you can say that I haven't heard before, and even left if it's something meant to be offensive.
I see. You're right. It would be a waste of your time.
There's no need to continue to disclaimer. There's little you can say that I haven't heard before, and even left if it's something meant to be offensive.
Edited (WORDS) 2024-09-03 23:10 (UTC)
It was just a little joke on my part. Don't think anything of it.
Something you should be trying to find, hmm... I don't think so. Is there something you want to know? Do you want to know about The Complete Suicide? I've read it at least a dozen times. Or maybe the last child I knew who committed severe crimes? I took responsibility like a good boy. Or my measurements? That's a secret.
[ yeah ]
Something you should be trying to find, hmm... I don't think so. Is there something you want to know? Do you want to know about The Complete Suicide? I've read it at least a dozen times. Or maybe the last child I knew who committed severe crimes? I took responsibility like a good boy. Or my measurements? That's a secret.
[ yeah ]
[The world stills - Akechi's expression along with it. A smile plastered, ever present, ever perfect.
This is why he prefers text.
The words fly over his head, persistent static in his skull melting the horrific embarrassment away over that shit situation. He hates this goddamn reality.
He waves his free hand - coating wrath with a veneer of false amusement.]
Ah, that does sound like me. I was somewhat obsessed with a show called 'Featherman' as a child. I hope it wasn't too irritating for you.
This is why he prefers text.
The words fly over his head, persistent static in his skull melting the horrific embarrassment away over that shit situation. He hates this goddamn reality.
He waves his free hand - coating wrath with a veneer of false amusement.]
Ah, that does sound like me. I was somewhat obsessed with a show called 'Featherman' as a child. I hope it wasn't too irritating for you.
[It doesn't hit. It doesn't hit. It doesn't hit. It never hits. It doesn't hit. It doesn't hit. It never hits. It doesn't hit. Something hits. Something hits. Something hits and hits and hits and hits.
Slamming into the ground doesn't register - a sudden loss of view does. Maruki gone from his line of sight, both hands empty, dragged back into the muck and rot because it doesn't hit, it doesn't hit, it doesn't hit and-
'If you kill me, Akechi, do you know what you'll have?'
Words come in, and leave. And return, and leave. Repeat against a skull pounding, ripping, shattering apart - every splintered edge grating, dragging, digging, etching too quiet, too loud, too many words in a million little notches. Crippling. A noose around his neck that only he and Maruki can see and-
'But that's what you want, isn't it? To be alone again?'
'Nothing. You'll have nothing here. Nothing. You'll have nothing here. Nothing.'
He has hands forcing him to the ground, bile in his throat, a shuddering breath that hasn't been choked out with-
'Too bad. I won't allow it. You're stuck with me, and it's exactly what you deserve.'
He knows what comes next when Maruki's voice loses its veneer. Poison and venom over empathy and kindness. The part he likes best. Most. It's vicious and unyielding.
A consequence welcomed from someone who has nothing because that voice is something.
Akechi knows what will happen when he forces his hands under his chest. Push up. Push up. Get up. Get up. And up. and up and up and up andupandup and again and again andagainandagainand again..
When Shido knocks him down-
He gets up. Can't feel leg, can't feel arm. Gets up and keeps his gaze level to Maruki's as best he can when the edges of his vision get darker, and darker.
Maruki remains a light in the center.] Screw you, you high and mighty piece of shit.
Slamming into the ground doesn't register - a sudden loss of view does. Maruki gone from his line of sight, both hands empty, dragged back into the muck and rot because it doesn't hit, it doesn't hit, it doesn't hit and-
A life set in stone, a life free of bonds.
He has no bonds. Lacks them. It doesn't exist and it's not a lifeline through barbs and twined wire wrapping again and again and again and again around his heart.
It doesn't exist. Not in the fading vision of a swinging corpse hung from a rafter. He can see her face. Hear her voice. Disappointment in the gnarled, warped body of a son that resembles the man she despised most. But Akechi has him - has Shido, who utters false praise with a barrier between them. Always between them. They don't stand together - they're always apart, ten splintered ■■■■■, and desks and it's all split between them. It's split between them.
Words come in, and leave. And return, and leave. Repeat against a skull pounding, ripping, shattering apart - every splintered edge grating, dragging, digging, etching too quiet, too loud, too many words in a million little notches. Crippling. A noose around his neck that only he and Maruki can see and-
He's alone. Has been. Will be. Exploitation isn't friendship. Exchanges aren't bonds. He's alone. He'll be alone. Even though the grasping, grappling hands and weight against his body make it seem like he's not alone. Doesn't feel like he's ■■■■■ and he's wondering what it would be like to be alone-
In a dark alleyway, the edge of Tokyo, intestines pooling from his body and-
He wouldn't try to struggle for air or stagger to a hospital.
He would wish for-He has hands forcing him to the ground, bile in his throat, a shuddering breath that hasn't been choked out with-
Staged suicide in the Detective Prince's home, no split rafter because his unit is new. He isn't that far up. Blood will stain the apartment. He won't go down with a fight. He never does. Always does. More bodies than Akechi's littering that untouched carpet. Police take an easy way out from a man they'll never see with their own two eyes.
Akechi will dangle - bloated and blue. No one left for Akechi Goro, no one left to shake a corpse's hand.
He knows what comes next when Maruki's voice loses its veneer. Poison and venom over empathy and kindness. The part he likes best. Most. It's vicious and unyielding.
A consequence welcomed from someone who has nothing because that voice is something.
Akechi knows what will happen when he forces his hands under his chest. Push up. Push up. Get up. Get up. And up. and up and up and up andupandup and again and again andagainandagainand again..
When Shido knocks him down-
He has to get up. Every time. Every attempt. Can't leave the cognitive world until he's ripped apart. Can't do the same in reality. Has to slice him. Shred. Destroy.
By all means, any means, no matter what.
Can't breathe and move. Moves anyway. Can't move his leg. Moves anyway. Chest tight, throat tighter, eyes screwed shut under beads of sweat and blood.
Moves anyway. Up anyway.
He can't win. It doesn't matter. He knows what coming and
wants it.
Won't stop. Won't end it. Won't need Loki, who no longer heeds his call, gone. Lost. No stamina, no health. Akechi can't win, but he doesn't care. Feels copper in his mouth - bites it back, bites it down. No more words, no time, only up. Pushes up. Feels shoulder coming apart, maybe it's his head. Thinks it's split open and moves fingers up to his forehead, to top of his skull, to ensure it doesn't stick into thick viscera and brain matter. It hurts and it doesn't.He gets up. Can't feel leg, can't feel arm. Gets up and keeps his gaze level to Maruki's as best he can when the edges of his vision get darker, and darker.
Maruki remains a light in the center.] Screw you, you high and mighty piece of shit.
Edited (sorry forgot ur quote the mans name was george washington, who had a wig of ecelllence and hot-tery "thans wanna bang" "ok" and then they banged) 2024-09-04 02:51 (UTC)
[ Akechi gets up.
He's broken down, his limbs useless, consciousness wavering, blood everywhere, everywhere. He's slow to do so, every minuscule motion painstaking, staggering. But in the end, he stands, and in that moment Maruki wants nothing more than this. The two of them facing one another down, torn to shreds by themselves and one another, refusing to give in.
There is no future in which he and Akechi both live, yet they both refuse to die.
They both refuse to die, yet they both accept that they must – yet they both want to, on some level.
Blood-soaked, exhausted, rotten, Maruki smiles at him.
There has never been a person more worthy of how very much he cares for them. ]
You'll live.
[ A promise, a threat. A wave of his left hand.
The Tentacle of Healing spends the last of its energy on Akechi: Dislocated limbs jarring back into place, blood staunching, wounds patching, vision returning. He will live. Akechi Goro will live. Here, and in a memory, and nowhere else.
It only takes a few seconds for the worst of the damage to be reversed, to give him just enough strength to endure one last hit.
Maruki snaps his fingers, and all those tentacles return to Azathoth at once. It's only the two of them in reddened grass and dirt.
In the farthest, darkest corner of his peripheral vision, Azathoth grows, shifts, ascends, bursts forth as a blinding dome of light engulfs them both.
Maruki doesn't need to sacrifice himself this time, but he does anyway. It's only the two of them. It will only ever be the two of them.
Tyrant Chaos hits.
They're done. ]
He's broken down, his limbs useless, consciousness wavering, blood everywhere, everywhere. He's slow to do so, every minuscule motion painstaking, staggering. But in the end, he stands, and in that moment Maruki wants nothing more than this. The two of them facing one another down, torn to shreds by themselves and one another, refusing to give in.
There is no future in which he and Akechi both live, yet they both refuse to die.
They both refuse to die, yet they both accept that they must – yet they both want to, on some level.
Blood-soaked, exhausted, rotten, Maruki smiles at him.
There has never been a person more worthy of how very much he cares for them. ]
You'll live.
[ A promise, a threat. A wave of his left hand.
The Tentacle of Healing spends the last of its energy on Akechi: Dislocated limbs jarring back into place, blood staunching, wounds patching, vision returning. He will live. Akechi Goro will live. Here, and in a memory, and nowhere else.
It only takes a few seconds for the worst of the damage to be reversed, to give him just enough strength to endure one last hit.
Maruki snaps his fingers, and all those tentacles return to Azathoth at once. It's only the two of them in reddened grass and dirt.
In the farthest, darkest corner of his peripheral vision, Azathoth grows, shifts, ascends, bursts forth as a blinding dome of light engulfs them both.
Maruki doesn't need to sacrifice himself this time, but he does anyway. It's only the two of them. It will only ever be the two of them.
Tyrant Chaos hits.
They're done. ]
Edited (A love story The blush and winking aswell as the Obama and Shrek images in the cover being put together is by me. Shrek having muscles and Obama's feminine body is not by me (lost whoever made them). Obvi I don't own Obama) 2024-09-04 03:45 (UTC)
Now that you've been inside me
(⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
How about we take this to the next level?
(⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
How about we take this to the next level?
BB is just BB, the same way Akechi is just Akechi - do you see BB trying to tell Akechi how to be?
No.
So get over yourself twerp
Anyway, BB doesn't care instead look at this insane bunny pic what do you think about the bunny?
[ Then sends him a bunny pic; it's a LARGE bunny looking to weigh like about 40LBS. It's got moon spot patterns all on its butt, with a beautiful blueish-silver-gleam all around it. ]
10/10 bunny right?
No.
So get over yourself twerp
Anyway, BB doesn't care instead look at this insane bunny pic what do you think about the bunny?
[ Then sends him a bunny pic; it's a LARGE bunny looking to weigh like about 40LBS. It's got moon spot patterns all on its butt, with a beautiful blueish-silver-gleam all around it. ]
10/10 bunny right?
[One victory noted - she's using his name. Finally. He ignores everything she writes up until the rabbit photo.
Then has to backtrack and rereads anyway. What the hell?]
I think it's large and bizarrely patterned.
Please be cautious and make sure it doesn't attack you while you try to rate it.
Where did you find it?
Then has to backtrack and rereads anyway. What the hell?]
I think it's large and bizarrely patterned.
Please be cautious and make sure it doesn't attack you while you try to rate it.
Where did you find it?
Out of the forest, maybe it came from a different timeline - who knows! It's BB's bunny now!
HEY! Just because she's big doesn't mean she doesn't have a lady's heart! Don't be mean to the bunny she hasn't done anything wrong to you - yet.
😈
HEY! Just because she's big doesn't mean she doesn't have a lady's heart! Don't be mean to the bunny she hasn't done anything wrong to you - yet.
😈
As I own all the Mother Earth Goddesses authority, it will be fine.
Do you really think that wildlife does not adapt to be restrained or kept by other parties? It's called having a Symbiosis relationship, something you should try having more with your friends.
You know what, Akechi-chan, you're right. Maybe that will happen, maybe BB will become a cute Moon Bunny and she will be able to live out her heat/rut/breeding kinks in peace! (❀´ ˘ `❀)
Do you really think that wildlife does not adapt to be restrained or kept by other parties? It's called having a Symbiosis relationship, something you should try having more with your friends.
You know what, Akechi-chan, you're right. Maybe that will happen, maybe BB will become a cute Moon Bunny and she will be able to live out her heat/rut/breeding kinks in peace! (❀´ ˘ `❀)
Often that's the case.
[A mother's life stolen by an unjust world. A boy dead in an cold, blood stained cellar. There's never enough time. Never more once they're gone.]
You have to persevere regardless.
[More pats!! This is ridiculous!!!]
It's impossible to control. Life tends to be unpredictable and merciless. You know that well enough.
[A mother's life stolen by an unjust world. A boy dead in an cold, blood stained cellar. There's never enough time. Never more once they're gone.]
You have to persevere regardless.
[More pats!! This is ridiculous!!!]
It's impossible to control. Life tends to be unpredictable and merciless. You know that well enough.
[Dazai what the FUCK.
The casual mention of suicide is always
None of the above - thank you.
Though I do have a question. One I've been meaning to ask since I met you at that lake - what made you want to become a detective?
The casual mention of suicide is always
infuriating.
The man himself a bleak stain on his life, even if he is mildly interesting.]None of the above - thank you.
Though I do have a question. One I've been meaning to ask since I met you at that lake - what made you want to become a detective?
[ He's mentioning a book!!!!!!!!!
Akechi is spared from additional insane questions only by asking a far more boring one. ]
I didn't set out to become a detective specifically. It didn't matter what it was as long as it was a place where I could help people. Actually, it only happened because I caught the Home Affairs Ministry at a cheap bar. I joined at his suggestion.
I had a friend tell me to be on the side that saves people. I couldn't do that where I was.
Akechi is spared from additional insane questions only by asking a far more boring one. ]
I didn't set out to become a detective specifically. It didn't matter what it was as long as it was a place where I could help people. Actually, it only happened because I caught the Home Affairs Ministry at a cheap bar. I joined at his suggestion.
I had a friend tell me to be on the side that saves people. I couldn't do that where I was.
Edited 2024-09-05 01:25 (UTC)
[They're done.
It's over in a single flash of luminescent light. Maruki's smiling face illuminated from behind with a resolve manifest. They don't guard.
They never guard - not at this point.
And it's
Then he's n̸̡̨͇̼͙͖̜͎͖̬̗̆͋̊͊̀̅̅̿̈̏̉̈́̀͗̕͘͝ȍ̴̢̯͉̫͍͆́t̷̰̞͇͈̳̺̼̔̓ͅ.]
It's over in a single flash of luminescent light. Maruki's smiling face illuminated from behind with a resolve manifest. They don't guard.
They never guard - not at this point.
And it's
quiet.
And it'squiet.
And it'squiet.
It's empty. Quiet. Peaceful. Quiet. No barbed edges of his heart keeping chaos and law in check. There's no justice in a silent mind, no need to pull threads up and together. Nothing to tie, nothing butpeace.
It's nothing he's accustomed to. Doesn't matter if he isn't. It is what is is and he's in the throes of matters beyond him and-Then he's n̸̡̨͇̼͙͖̜͎͖̬̗̆͋̊͊̀̅̅̿̈̏̉̈́̀͗̕͘͝ȍ̴̢̯͉̫͍͆́t̷̰̞͇͈̳̺̼̔̓ͅ.]
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