❝ ready for a BEAT DOWN ?

@ COMBOSKULLS        --------       INDEPENDENT / MUTUALS ONLY / PRIVATE DAISUKENOJO BITO FROM TWEWY / NEO : TWEWY . written by AMY ( 24 / they/she / white )

                                                          , @psychamancy

                                  ❛  you’re soundin’ totally creepy , man .  ❜  

WITH NO HARSHNESS intended , he speaks bluntly , ill - regarding neku’s feelings with the way words are simply tossed from his lips . no second thoughts , no warnings heeded . he thinks for a moment , only after he’s already responded , & something about neku’s words seem to click with him . something connects with him emotionally & he takes a moment to process it all , their atmosphere dancing silently to the beat of their breaths .

he sighs quietly , as if he’s ashamed of himself for casting neku aside without a moment’s hesitation . here he is trying to be meaningful , & beat is beating himself up for not realizing it sooner .

with a swift shake of his head , & the way neku’s fingers wrap around his own , he offers naught but a humble smile .

                                                ❛  er -- i mean  .  .  .  ya know .  ❜  

he doesn’t know , & now things are awkward . it takes a bit to realize what exactly neku’s talking about , but not long , since beat’s been allowing it to practically possess his mind these days . however silently , that is . he thinks he’s done well enough to sweep such tragedies beneath the rug of stretched grins & silly banter , but it never goes away . & sometimes he allows it to fester & grow . letting go of the past is tougher than it seems .

he squeezes his hand a little tighter .

                                                           , @memoreaped 

                                               ❛  no judgement here , yo !  ❜  

FINGERS CURL into a fist as he pumps his arm into the air , enthusiasm right within his movements . he issues the first half of a fist - bump & his other hand dives into fret’s shoulder , ignorant of the strength he possesses . perhaps he’d do better not to stare in the future  .  .  .  fret may or may not have gotten the wrong impression . not his fault though . he was just thinking .

GENERAL

✩. This is a private independent Beat roleplay blog from the The World Ends With You & Neo: The World Ends With You.

✩. My theme is made by nyx (no longer active), credited on the theme, and in the "INFO" section of my blog. Do not take my icons, headcanons, or writing, etc. Actually just don't take anything and we'll be good...

✩. I can be very slow with my replies, and do tend to drop threads that have dropped their development. If I haven't responded to you in a few weeks, feel free to message me, but do not do so excessively. If I have replied to you, that one message is surely enough.

✩. I do not mind duplicates !

✩. My IM is always open, and my Skype and Twitter are available upon request. (Mutuals only.) 

✩. I will not be sending in rule passwords, but know that if I've given you a follow, I've looked at your pages.

SHIPPING

✩. My blog is going to be multi-ship , with Beat portrayed as bisexual!

✩. I'm shippin' with @psychamancy :^) but am open to other ships as well ! I'll not ship Beat with anyone younger than 18 in his NEO verse and I will not ship with anyone OLDER than 18 in his original TWEWY verse.

CONTENT WARNINGS

✩. I will attempt to tag all triggers I find on this blog.✩. Before following, you should be aware of a few subjects that are involved in the game, in Beat's background, etc. that may appear on this blog at some point. Mentions of:> death / murder / abuse

> guilt / PTSD

> car wrecks / troubled past

        a reverse of that cliche old proverb : from steel to ivory to  p o r c e l a i n  , he can see the cracks of emotion , hesitant in their appearance but existing nonetheless ; rhino has calmed his rampage , skin shed to reveal a far more timid , careful creature — it won’t last , he knows , such is not his nature but it only confirms his suspicions. there’s few people he would strip himself away for like this , petite girl with locks of gold and a heart to match having sway over his heart through nothing more than her mere existence. 

        if he were a kinder person , he supposes , he’d feel badly for what he knows he must say ; if he were a kinder person , he supposes , he’d at least feign remorse. he is not , that boy long since pulled ‘neath water’s surface , carried from one world to be reborn anew in another. 

        ❛ a favor ? ❜ surprise , he masquerades ; he knew , he knows , but it is much more fun to play the role of ignorance , let beggar pull his own teeth. ❛ my my , i do wonder what you could want from little old me , hmm ? ❜ fingers flick at bangs in effort to brush them from face , a smile fit to grace the visage of eden’s unholy snake tugging at his lips. ❛ you’ve got my attention. ask away. ❜

               “ No funny business, aight ? S’about my sister. Y’know... Rhyme. ”

There is a hesitation of which he cannot place that exists within regards to his request. How affected he does become when she becomes involved, the very reason for his existence, the very idea which makes suffering so worth it. When the light meets daybreak, she is the thought that brings about endurance, that brings about the very will to carry through what difficulties present themselves in even the smallest of tasks. Please, he’d plead with silence & aching heart, give her back what she deserves. 

The purest light that shines through a dull & dirtied world, the world of his own, the world he has created... he blames himself. He always blames himself, for he knows. He has has tainted her existence & he’d do anything in his power to right the wrongs he’s so committed. 

He stands with fingers gripped about his shoulder, for discomfort breeds from a vulnerability in his questions & he aches for solace ( yet he knows he is not deserving ). Quiet, choked, he speaks, not yet ready for the creak that opens the doors to his voice. 

                                    “ I know you know. ”

He clears his throat.

                   “ You... You gotta give ‘em back, man... You gotta... ”

@forfeitance· 

        he’d say he’s surprised but he isn’t , already an inkling as to where the conversation may go , about what may have required ‘ private meeting ’ between two who rarely spend any degree of time alone together — a talk of the past , he assumes , is the most likely option , a talk of how to change the present , the future … a talk of things he cannot undo , hands tied , things messy enough as they are. perhaps he’ll be surprised , maybe it is something more benign than a girl turned noise , turned alive again — he doubts it , but it would certainly be a more welcome discussion if such is the case. 

        ❛ you said you wanted to speak with me ? ❜ you said you wanted to be disappointed. 

                 “ S’right... ‘n you better listen close. ”

IGNITION lights a fire in heart’s engine & he would not choke on its bellowing smoke. He is the heat that burns until the flames turn cold, reducing its enemy to ash & demanding second chances through patterns however destructive. One fist is clenched so tightly he can feel the edges of his fingernails claw into his palm & and the other wraps around it, holding it hostage as to promote an act of nonviolence. ‘ Don’t fuck this up, ‘ he thinks. ‘God’ knows he holds no allowance to go making mistakes. One time & one time only-- he’s got to make it count. 

It isn’t just for him, no, it never was. This is for her, & he’d give his life to make this wish possible.

                “ Don’t think I’m beggin’, but I got a favor to ask. ”

Tagged by:  @deiryu Tagging: IDK YALL just go for it if u want...

                  “ Aw hell nah, yo ! Prissy’s got sick or somethin’,

                                             I ain’t fuckin’ wid that. ”