#hellric

Theyre such cute angry lil muffins tho

i’ll kick his ass fuck that guy fuck anyone that lords anything over you?? you’re mature and hilarious and brilliant geese ily

i wanted to kick his ass too, in front of all the people that saw this terrible scene. i mean, i can digest professional criticism because it helps you improve and use your mistakes as example of what you shouldnt do in the future.

   Taken aback when their bodies smashed, Red all but fell back on her ass with a hard thud. Well, she'd be feeling that in the morning, she was certain, yet her shoulder area hurt in turn. Certain that it was just a young man who knocked into her, that it shouldn't of hurt as bad as it had been -- then the metallic arm came to view. 

   Well, that explained a few things. 

                Quietly she watched him, clumsily pushing back onto her feet.

     Regardless of the eccentricity she faced in certain events throughout her lifetime, Peko typically trusted her own judgement. She rarely ever doubted what she saw before her own two eyes; which were rumored to be as sharp as the end of her blade. Yet as she lay sprawled on the ground, watching a thick cloud of smoke rise to the heavens, she asked herself over and over again if it was real. For a while, all she could see was blue electricity, dancing about vivaciously before withering away into naught. The air was steadily beginning to clear again— thus she busied herself in a search for her glasses, which had been struck away earlier when she’d tried confronting a man she’d deemed suspicious. Retracing the events in her mind, she could recall chalk circles being drawn… and then, suddenly, the ground she’d previously found a suitable fighting stance upon began to conspire against her, shifting and throwing her as easily as a rag doll out of the fray. Then there was a flash of a scarlet cape… and another fight transpired.

This really was troublesome. Thrumming and throbbing, cold sweat rolled down her forehead when it became apparent that her glasses might have been gone for good, in the midst of that battle. Not only that, but the young master was still nowhere to be found. These were forces she'd never intended to have to deal with in the first place... how could she even stand up to such a threat? 

Before she could descend past the borderline of sheer panic, a metal hand offered her the glasses she'd been searching for. Evidently, the young man in the red cape who'd likely just prevented her from getting herself killed. Hesitantly taking them, she slid them on carefully. The left lens was lightly cracked in a spiderweb pattern-- but, it was better than nothing. 

  ❝ T-thank you… If… If you don’t mind me asking... what was that, just now? ❞

AHHH I REMEMBER SOME OF THOSE! I was zoegraphy/abweichen and now I’m on hanswritten!

ART MEME — 5. Your muse crying.

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