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Day 6: Mule

... real names, huh.

he wonders what his was when he was born.

he wonders how much of his name was something ghetsis simply invented when he told n they were family.

his parents--- or whoever it was who abandoned him in that forest--- left him with very little, and he's sure that most, if not all of it was destroyed once he entered the castle, save for his void cube, but...

he won't forget that blanket.

he never did learn what else it said. that pokemon told him that the embroidered phrase in the corner began with the letter N, and that there weren't any Os, Xs, or Zs, but the rest was gibberish to it, as it was to him.

it might not have even been his birth name--- he was small, and didn't know very much about humans yet, so of course he thought it had to be, but it could have been anything.

it didn't matter, though. it doesn't matter now.

it doesn't matter what his birthname was, it doesn't matter what name ghetsis gave him, it's never mattered. his real name is the one he decided to call himself of his own free will.

his real name is n.

@vixtionary​ whispered: ♥️ - He would briefly rake dark talons through her locks, almost tenderly so. Then twist his grip with volatile malice to yank her face closer, so he may intimately utter a threat against her lips. :) 

Send an Affectionate / Nice Symbols II Accepting

[ ♦ ] – In the intimacy & cold of a balcony, the inhumane dark nails caressing her ebony hair almost makes her purr in strange content & hazardous delight; tilting her head slightly onto his touch with undaunted confidence. Despite how the gentleness wasn’t deceiving her at all –and therefore; any tender gesture would continuously be contaminated by her eager thoughts; it didn’t stop her from relishing on the tingles it provoked, crawling deliciously on her nape’s skin & down her spine, entangling her senses & making her slightly uneasy… yet wasn’t that what would make it more exciting? Which could be the card her oh-so charming Grand General, may choose tonight?  

A sincere gasp breaks the Enchantress’ assured grin, allowing a soft-whine to escape at the hold & movements. Her almost pleasant façade twisted into a painful & scornful expression when she was brought closer, not without how porcelain digits quickly rose to embrace his neck in a menace at the daring touch. Her sharp nails pressuring against his skin as his words would fall & his breathing so close made her tremble. Damning the intoxication of his fragrance & their ways to place this game; his closeness is now a towering darkness & she almost may swear to see wings in the casting on his shadow at the corner of her eyes… –Ah~ the lack of fear & his attempts to play with fire are endearing at most, & Emilia can already tell how much she would miss him when the pest’s finally gone from her Night Garden. 

Her semblance shifts there again; as bright golden irises behind half-closed eyelids are fixed in his tenebrous glare. “Mon Cher…ma douce souffrance~” Her fingers press tighter against his throat, murmuring with venemous subtleness, delicately in their intimacy, Each word a slow caress against his lips ; “…Tell me again~ ...Would you dare to fully carry on with your threats? I have yet to see you properly succeed, Jericho dearest~” 

Her other hand rose & gently cradle his cheek in contrast with the harshness of her grasp & the loving of her glare. What was the genuine feeling ever-nesting in the Pale Lady– ?

“ – I think you simply can’t live without me near~... or am i wrong?”

vent art.

dumb baby whining under the cut |

i see… so many blogs. with really cool, exciting ocs with followers that care so much about the characters that when the blog hosts a q&a, people are so quick to rush in… like… i want that. so bad. but at the same time… i can’t keep up. i’m just tired and lazy and just… i’m just nothing. i’m gonna die before i can ever share any of my stories and i know it and it hurts and sucks. there’s no way i’ll ever get that because of how i am, but i want it so bad that it just makes me feel like  s h i t .