holothewolf-x:

princesskenoo:

dammit

I mean…..I want to argue against this but…….yeah you right

holothewolf-x:

princesskenoo:

dammit

I mean…..I want to argue against this but…….yeah you right

posted 12 hours ago with 46,327 notes

#holy crap

figments-of-an-imagination asked: "Would you hurt the one who gives you happiness?" Gabriel looked at Rawrgna's eyes and gulps.

On a murderous rampage my character has cornered yours. What does your character say in 10 words or less to try and save their skin?

Rawrgna growls, murder in his eyes as he corners the girl in front of him. Keh, girl… they were all just sacks of meat. Sacks of meat with faces, and those were only to laugh and mock him with. Look at the poor little useless fake! He’ll never amount to anything, never get anyone’s respect, or fear, or sadness or anything. All he’ll get is scorn and hatred, and everyone will be happy when he’s finally gone.

We-hell… unless that poor little fake makes THEM gone first…

And that’s exactly what he had done, storming through the streets of Kagutsuchi, attacking anyone who so much as looked at him funny. And Gabriel had certainly done that, as far as he was concerned. Now he had her cornered, soulless eyes meeting, and what were her last words?

Would he hurt the one that gave him happiness?

Was she for real!? No one gave him happiness! His life was a nightmare, and if he didn’t become a part of it, it would destroy him! The only person who’d ever shined a light on him was…

Was

"…" It was like being forcefully pulled from a bad dream. His whole body froze, then shook, his sword-arm lowering along with his gaze. For a moment, it looked like his soul had left his body and left a shell behind. He stays like that for a good while, before bringing his hand up to his head and closing his eyes, letting out a light groan. "Nn… nnghh… th-the h**l just happened…" He murmurs, then opens his eyes again, falling on the frightened blackette before him. "… Oh… hey Gabe… How’s it goin’…?"

azure-grimoire:

The reaper caught notice of his fast recovery, but didn’t notice the swing. “Tch!” The reaper had fallen back down do to the strike, but Ragna rolls side ways then lifted himself up. The reaper didn’t know what to say then, rather then knowing this was gonna be a hard fight without blood-scythe. “… ” He places his eyes at Rawrgna, trying to get an idea if his style was different or not, but even with that Ragna still have trouble. 

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"… I can go with that." The reaper thought. He lunges once more, but with the use of Hell’s Fang. "Hell’s!" He said, as he tried to land the first hit of following move.

Rawrgna and Ragna both seemed to be fighting similarly, despite Rawrgna being drunk. It was no surprise to Raygna, seeing as fighting was one of two things Rawrgna could do well… at least, in comparison to the other clones. He was on high alert for an attack, but his reaction time was greatly slowed, so when a quick attack like Hell’s Fang was coming right at him, he didn’t react in time to dodge.

He does react quick enough, however, to do the next best thing in his mind - countering with one of his own. Like a Hell’s Brofist!HELL’S—" He roars as he lunges himself.

Anonymous asked: No because Cute anon and Shadow!Raggy are the same person (The mystery deepens but really if you do figure out who I am it would still be a mystery)

[[Ooooohhh… the plot thickens! :OOO]]

usohebi asked: ✝ (Raygna, wish)

My muse has left their old, brown leather book somewhere by accident. It looks like it’s seen years of wear and tear, and upon opening it you muse discovers that it’s full of wishes that never came true and times in their life when they were hurt/alone/sad. Send me a “✝” to read a wish or sad memory (specify which.) from the book.

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Entry #101

Dear Diary,

Rawrgna came home drunk and tried to beat me up, but I panicked and kicked and I kicked him in the nuts and it was really funny! It must’ve hurt a whole lot. He was on the ground and everything. I almost wanted to stomp on him, but Raggy came in and asked me what happened.

Sometimes, I wish my arm worked just like Original’s, so I could use it on Rawrgna when he tries to beat me up. Musicbox says that’s a bad thought and I’d just get in trouble, but I’m not bad like Rawrgna. I wouldn’t use it wrong or anything! I’d just use it to make Rawrgna hurt, that’s it. And I think Original say that the arm really likes making people hurt, so it works out.

Raggy told me I shouldn’t kick Rawrgna in the nuts again, even by accident because it hurts really bad. I don’t want to get in trouble with Raggy, but I think I might try anyway, next time he tries to beat me up. I really liked seeing him on the ground like that. But I’m still not bad or anything!

Sincerely,

Raygna

posted 1 day ago with 4 notes

#usohebi

Send “You take such joy in pretending you’re okay” to see how my muse reacts.

posted 1 day ago with 1,869 notes

reaper-of-vengeance asked: ✝ Any Clone.

My muse has left their old, brown leather book somewhere by accident. It looks like it’s seen years of wear and tear, and upon opening it you muse discovers that it’s full of wishes that never came true and times in their life when they were hurt/alone/sad. Send me a “✝” to read a wish or sad memory (specify which.) from the book.

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Entry #66

Dear Journal,

I’m so sick of being ‘the leader.’

I think that’s all I am to all the others. The one that forces them to cooperate so they can just sit back and not do anything. Even Original sees me like that now. He owns the house, owns us, but leaves all the responsibilities to me, even when he’s here, because ‘I wanted it so bad.’

I never wanted this. I never asked for it.

I had to because no one else would, and because I didn’t want to watch my family fall apart when I could’ve done something to stop it.

But it’s just never enough, okay? I’m always so much less than what I should be. I don’t do enough, but it still always feels like too much. I’m the ‘leader’, but I’m not a ‘real’ Ragna. What the heck am I, then???

Nothing, I guess.

My muse has left their old, brown leather book somewhere by accident. It looks like it’s seen years of wear and tear, and upon opening it you muse discovers that it’s full of wishes that never came true and times in their life when they were hurt/alone/sad. Send me a “✝” to read a wish or sad memory (specify which.) from the book.

On a murderous rampage my character has cornered yours. What does your character say in 10 words or less to try and save their skin?

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