#facethemusix

music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss

@facethemusix​ said:  Boss battle! // ((I literally saw this and hit the button so fast--)

You mean the moment Misha realizes her servant is probably more evil than she’s bargained for and has to turn against him for his own good (and her own)?

Pale Heart Purification / The Luna Sequence

@facethemusix asked:  “I don’t get no fuckin sleep cause of y’all, y’all not gon get sleep cause of me.”

Kasumi smiled a bit nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. “R-right, sorry.” She said. It was a force of habit for her to make sure it was okay with things like going shopping. The brunette didn’t exactly remember how she met Misha, but Kasumi remembered that she was traveling to different worlds and ended up in this one.

She was honestly glad that she met Misha because that way she wouldn’t have to explain anything about world hopping. Either way, Kasumi would’ve tried her best to explain where she’s from exactly. 

      A chill ran down his spine upon being noticed. Quick as the wind, he swiveled on his heel, ready to inconspicuously dart his way out of there... But as soon as he lifted his gaze, he just so happened to witness the collision. Incident number ... 25? Or was it 26? At some point, he started to keep track of them, to add them to the list of why he should never step foot outside.

      Damned be his meddling nature. He should be minding his own business, and yet...there he was, approaching the stranger who wholeheartedly deserved the bump on her forehead for staring at him so intently. 

There are downsides to being a god. Not many, but Ryuk can name at least one. He is not as old as any of the universes he’s been to, but old enough to have figured out a trick nature plays on higher beings – boredom. Excruciating, relentless boredom. Taking care of own divine purpose can take only so much time, and then it’s millennia of passive observation. Each day like the previous one, flowing like a lazy river doing the old Ouroboros thing.

Ryuk jumps worlds. Desperately and stoically. Digging through dimensions to find the minimal shreds of intrigue. Fortunately, the universes keep on giving, and after so many ages Ryuk is still not even close to discovering all of their secrets.

There is rarely a method in his choices. Many gods roll the dice to ease their ennui, Ryuk does a similar thing. He plunges deep into the belly of a random universe and lets it take him wherever it pleases.

The world that he chose this time reminds him of another one, one he frequents with great pleasure – the world of humans, who are so terrified of their absolute loneliness in space they make up higher beings that, due to their fantastic nature, comfort the collective mind of the planet.

He hasn’t seen this place before, and has no knowledge of it. Contrary to a popular belief, most gods aren’t omniscient. Ryuk takes a leisurely flight over the buildings and greenery, noting subtle differences from that, other human world. His curiosity does not take him far, because, it seems, he finds a perfect place for experiments.

He knows this thing called “school” quite well. In most worlds it is mostly the source of suffering, and only little knowledge. The young groan under the pressure of social responsibilities and while away the hours looking out the window, scribbling foul words on desks, and pranking teachers that can’t stand up for themselves. This school seems no different.

He swoops down to the backyard to take a look at the local youth. They wander about in small groups, discussing the events of the day and letting out short bursts of laughter. They all seem quite happy with the end of the classes, except for one. She stands in the shadow, surrounded by a half-circle of girls forcing her to keep close to the wall. From his perch on a tree Ryuk hears a string of platitudes usually aimed at any teenager who differs. There is, however, a thing that draws his attention. Something about red eyes. What’s wrong with red eyes? He really has no idea, his own never concerned anybody more than his overall look. The sheer grotesqueness of it only allowed attention to smaller details upon further inspection.

What draws the little harpies away from their victim is a couple of boys waving to them from a distance. Ah, but of course.

Ryuk waits until they’re gone, and the red-eyed child begins her slow walk, presumably heading home. It’s a moment as good as any to drop the Death Note at her feet.

When it lands, he watches her pick it up and flip through the pages. It’s where he makes his entrance, landing onto the ground to simply stand in her way, towering over her form, diminished by his presence.