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[ ARE YOU HAPPY IN THIS MODERN WORLD ] joining - MERGED - 09-09-2019
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/i had too much must so ill make a subaccount for these bois once thats back up lmao
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trigger warning: emotional abuse, brief suicidal though at the very end?
he wasn't allowed to speak. he didn't know if he had the strength to, even if he had been allowed. the one that moved them along was mostly his brother, which forced his one leg to step forward even second or two when he could muster the strength. they'd been walking for so long, no rest for him, no. he wanted to beg, or just stop moving his leg to make them both fall face first into the ground, but lord knew that was a horrible idea.
if he wasn't already dead, he knew this would have killed him. if his tearducts had still produced enough tears, he might have cried, but lord knew that was a bad idea. he had closed his eyes long ago, hoping his brother might just stop, please just stop, im begging you-
their rear lowered to the ground, and it was such a good feeling. their front was being lowered, and image realised that mirror was just as tired as he was. slowly lowering his rotting head to the ground, he would rest the side of it in the dirt and let out a shaky breath. it felt so nice to finally just rest, but he could practically feel his brother's rage.
"mi-"
"you're so damn weak. you can't even walk for more then ten minutes without needing a break. what's wrong with you?" the snap caused image's ears to pin back, squeezing his eyes shut.
"you try being dead, mirror.."
"you're not fucking dead. you just look like it. and you try carrying a bunch of dead weight. i should be the one that's exhausted, not you."
image flinched at the words and sighed softly. be wanted to apologise, but knew it would be no use. his brother would stay bad, and its not like he could just run away if mirror tried to bite him. not without mirror coming along with him. you see, they shared a body, however, they each had their own head. their own brain.
"now just keep your mouth shut so you don't fuck this up for us."
so they had reached their destination. he should've known better then to think they were resting. when had he ever known his brother to rest? this place was so humid, he knew that wouldn't be good for his already decomposing body, but.. he would have to deal.
why didn't you just let me die if you hate me so much? this is hell.
so, he was made to wait, and wait, and wait until someone would find him. he simply closed his eyes, finally allowed to rest.
view point: image
trigger warning: emotional abuse, brief suicidal though at the very end?
he wasn't allowed to speak. he didn't know if he had the strength to, even if he had been allowed. the one that moved them along was mostly his brother, which forced his one leg to step forward even second or two when he could muster the strength. they'd been walking for so long, no rest for him, no. he wanted to beg, or just stop moving his leg to make them both fall face first into the ground, but lord knew that was a horrible idea.
if he wasn't already dead, he knew this would have killed him. if his tearducts had still produced enough tears, he might have cried, but lord knew that was a bad idea. he had closed his eyes long ago, hoping his brother might just stop, please just stop, im begging you-
their rear lowered to the ground, and it was such a good feeling. their front was being lowered, and image realised that mirror was just as tired as he was. slowly lowering his rotting head to the ground, he would rest the side of it in the dirt and let out a shaky breath. it felt so nice to finally just rest, but he could practically feel his brother's rage.
"mi-"
"you're so damn weak. you can't even walk for more then ten minutes without needing a break. what's wrong with you?" the snap caused image's ears to pin back, squeezing his eyes shut.
"you try being dead, mirror.."
"you're not fucking dead. you just look like it. and you try carrying a bunch of dead weight. i should be the one that's exhausted, not you."
image flinched at the words and sighed softly. be wanted to apologise, but knew it would be no use. his brother would stay bad, and its not like he could just run away if mirror tried to bite him. not without mirror coming along with him. you see, they shared a body, however, they each had their own head. their own brain.
"now just keep your mouth shut so you don't fuck this up for us."
so they had reached their destination. he should've known better then to think they were resting. when had he ever known his brother to rest? this place was so humid, he knew that wouldn't be good for his already decomposing body, but.. he would have to deal.
why didn't you just let me die if you hate me so much? this is hell.
so, he was made to wait, and wait, and wait until someone would find him. he simply closed his eyes, finally allowed to rest.
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Re: [ ARE YOU HAPPY IN THIS MODERN WORLD ] joining - wormwood. - 09-09-2019
The scent of death and decay had become quite familiar to Wormwood these days, not only because of the... incidents that had happened lately, but also because his own hellhound form was vaguely rotting in undeath. Not to the same extent that this newcomer was rotting on one side, but it was still enough to plug his nose and sometimes make him feel vaguely wrong somehow. Still, he wasn't used to the overwhelming scent of something rotting when he wandered around the border of Tanglewood, and immediately his heart sank, his first assumption being that there would be yet another dead body to deal with. He wished that every little thing these days didn't fill him with a sense of constant anxiety over someone being hurt or killed, but he couldn't help it. It seemed like things were attacking them from both within the clan, and also from outside and within the Pitt, and they just couldn't get a damn break. So as he moved towards the scent of decay, he prepared himself for the inevitable sadness that would grip him, along with the disgust and rage.
However, what he came upon wasn't a murder scene. At least, not in any traditional sense. Worm was startled by the appearance of the newcomer in front of him, and he found himself staring for a moment before he quickly shook his head, realizing he was being rude. After all, he didn't exactly look very pretty right now, and even if he was still in his lion form, it was rude to make Mirrorimage feel uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, the chaser looked down at his large bone claws before barking softly, tilting his head to one side as his tail wagged slowly behind him – even if this stranger was a little odd looking, he was still someone who seemed to be looking to join, "Ah, uhm... hello? Could I know what your name and business is here... er, names and business?" He could've sworn he heard voices on his way over here, so he could only assume that both heads were sentient, but he wasn't quite sure if both of them were distinct enough to have different names. After all, this could just be one person with multiple heads, he honestly wasn't sure. He'd never encountered such a creature before, and it reminded him of the legends of Cerberus he had read on his way here.
However, what he came upon wasn't a murder scene. At least, not in any traditional sense. Worm was startled by the appearance of the newcomer in front of him, and he found himself staring for a moment before he quickly shook his head, realizing he was being rude. After all, he didn't exactly look very pretty right now, and even if he was still in his lion form, it was rude to make Mirrorimage feel uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, the chaser looked down at his large bone claws before barking softly, tilting his head to one side as his tail wagged slowly behind him – even if this stranger was a little odd looking, he was still someone who seemed to be looking to join, "Ah, uhm... hello? Could I know what your name and business is here... er, names and business?" He could've sworn he heard voices on his way over here, so he could only assume that both heads were sentient, but he wasn't quite sure if both of them were distinct enough to have different names. After all, this could just be one person with multiple heads, he honestly wasn't sure. He'd never encountered such a creature before, and it reminded him of the legends of Cerberus he had read on his way here.
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Re: [ ARE YOU HAPPY IN THIS MODERN WORLD ] joining - MERGED - 09-09-2019
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why was it that whenever he finally got to rest, someone always disturbed them? he was drug to sit up, much to his dismay, but he didn’t want to get yelled at later, so he followed his brother up and up until they were sitting again. he would’ve tried to talk, but he knew that would only get him yelled at too, so he merely dipped his head.
this person was rotting too, not to his extent, but he was. it made him feel less along in this situation.
"names would be the correct term, i guess. i’m mirror, this is my brother, image. you can refer to us as a whole as mirrorimage." image doubted anyone would want to talk to the both of them, much less him in particular. his brother was the ‘charmer’, as horrible as that was, but he was used to it. he was used to all the tricking and then being called the evil corruptor, whether it’s by his brother or the person his brother hurt.
"you’ll have to excuse my brother. he doesn’t talk much. quite rude, if you ask me." image let out a long breath through his mouth and dipped his head.
oh, i’m sorry you won’t let me talk. dick.
why was it that whenever he finally got to rest, someone always disturbed them? he was drug to sit up, much to his dismay, but he didn’t want to get yelled at later, so he followed his brother up and up until they were sitting again. he would’ve tried to talk, but he knew that would only get him yelled at too, so he merely dipped his head.
this person was rotting too, not to his extent, but he was. it made him feel less along in this situation.
"names would be the correct term, i guess. i’m mirror, this is my brother, image. you can refer to us as a whole as mirrorimage." image doubted anyone would want to talk to the both of them, much less him in particular. his brother was the ‘charmer’, as horrible as that was, but he was used to it. he was used to all the tricking and then being called the evil corruptor, whether it’s by his brother or the person his brother hurt.
"you’ll have to excuse my brother. he doesn’t talk much. quite rude, if you ask me." image let out a long breath through his mouth and dipped his head.
oh, i’m sorry you won’t let me talk. dick.
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Re: [ ARE YOU HAPPY IN THIS MODERN WORLD ] joining - wormwood. - 09-09-2019
Wormwood watched as the strange creature slowly pushed himself up to his paws, and the hellhound watched as both heads regarded him with curiosity, and he could've sworn that he saw a flash of happiness in Image's eyes when the other looked over his rotting form. He expected the more decayed of the two brothers to start speaking, given how interested he seemed, but all of a sudden Mirror was speaking up, and Wormwood tilted his head to one side. He nodded a bit as Mirror introduced the both of them, and once again his expectations were dashed when, instead of Image being able to say anything, Mirror just said that his brother was usually quiet, and brushed it off. He noted how Image seemed to snort and glance away at the implication of him not wanting to talk, and Worm felt his ears pin back against his dark purple fur before he spoke, trying not to seem hostile, "Ah, well... it's a pleasure to meet you both then. My name is Wormwood, and I'm a chaser here in Tanglewood. I'm guessing that you two are looking to join together? If that's the case, I'll be happy to welcome you in."
He felt a bit of sadness at the fact that it was a pair of brothers joining, and he had lost his own brother oh so recently, but Worm didn't mention that or think about it too long, not wanting to depress the newcomers with his own troubles. Even if he got a rotten feeling from Mirror already, he figured that he was just projecting his own trust issues onto Mirror, because of the betrayal that Poet had committed against him. He was sure that Imagw was just quiet, as Mirror had said... hopefully.
He felt a bit of sadness at the fact that it was a pair of brothers joining, and he had lost his own brother oh so recently, but Worm didn't mention that or think about it too long, not wanting to depress the newcomers with his own troubles. Even if he got a rotten feeling from Mirror already, he figured that he was just projecting his own trust issues onto Mirror, because of the betrayal that Poet had committed against him. He was sure that Imagw was just quiet, as Mirror had said... hopefully.
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Re: [ ARE YOU HAPPY IN THIS MODERN WORLD ] joining - arcy - 09-10-2019
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[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Crowley had seen some ... interesting characters in hell. Or maybe 'disgusting' would be the better descriptor? I mean, obviously, it was hell. But, well. Most of Crowley's ... coworkers ... were covered in open wounds, boils, and filth. And also they all had, like ... frogs attached to their head. It was weird. Crowley, of course, was an exception. He may be a demonic serval*, but he wasn't a fucking animal*serval shaped being
This all being said, it's kind of ... jarring, to see people of similar appearances to hell's residents. Hellhounds, this ... half-rotting fellow. Crowley won't judge -- thus far, nobody has been quite like he'd expect them to be. Crowley regards Mirrorimage with an indulgent moment of incredulity. The moment that moment is up, however, Crowley slinks over, trying to memorize how Wormwood has greeted the newcomer -- who knows when Crowley is going to run into a stranger.
"Nothing wrong with staying silent," Crowley shrugs. It's easy to fall quiet when there's somebody more willing to talk than you are. Imagine being with somebody like that constantly. Maybe it's not worth it to try and speak over them, maybe you want to fly under the radar -- Either way, Crowley knows the feeling. "The name's Crowley." Crowley's face is ... relatively impassive, helped by the sunglasses shielding his eyes. There's something .. interesting going on here.