thelastpalelightinthewest:

do-i-scare-you:

Psycho felt his stomach churn a bit, his face paling as if he was looking at a ghost. It couldn’t be. He was dead, Wolf died. Wolf died forever ago, so who was this sitting in front of him. Shaking his head he walked toward the other, smoke curling from the end of the others cigarette. “This has to be in my head…it’s just a figment…”

He wrinkled his nose as he picked up the ax once more and almost charged the other, tackling him from where he sat. “Who the hell are you?!”

He could’ve easily moved out the way, or even turned on Psycho and met him with his own form of attack. There were many things Wolf could’ve done, but being tackled and pinned to the ground was just such a.. thing that he was used to, it hardly surprised him anymore.

Well, this one did, due to the bullet wounds still livid through his back- cause the red head to cry out in agony. “Psycho-!” he gasped out. “Psycho, it’s me-!” That wouldn’t be good enough; it never was. “I saved your life once- You- were- stuck in your house- by sins of your past, ghosts or demons- one of those!” He really had back luck, didn’t he? “Th- they couldn’t hurt me because-” speak fast, Wolf, “I could turn into a wolf- I kept ‘em off you- dragged you out- you were my best friend-!”

Please, please don’t kill me. I’ll have crawled out of that hole in the ground for nothing.

Panic set in as that thought crossed his mind, and another near memory: "Aaaaand, if you die before you can.. You come straight back to me.."

"Psycho-!" Wolf writhed now; a bad idea, considering his back. 

Hearing that yelp, Psycho pulled away from the other. Nearly crawling backward, his eyes wide as he stared at Wolf like he was looking at a ghost. “No, no, no, no! You can’t be alive! H-h-how?” If this was a ghost then it was the most alive ghost he’d seen, that or his mind was being cruel to him again when giving himself someone to talk to, making that someone out to be his best friend. 

"Wolf?" He furrowed his brows as he slowly crawled forward again, his brows knitting  together as he reached out to touch the other. The other felt warm to the touch, solid and actually there. "Wh…what…how?" His brows rose as his mismatched eyes shimmered over with unshed tears. "H-how’d this happen?"

thelastpalelightinthewest:

do-i-scare-you:

He could’ve easily moved out the way, or even turned on Psycho and met him with his own form of attack. There were many things Wolf could’ve done, but being tackled and pinned to the ground was just such a.. thing that he was used to, it hardly surprised him anymore.

Well, this one did, due to the bullet wounds still livid through his back- cause the red head to cry out in agony. “Psycho-!” he gasped out. “Psycho, it’s me-!” That wouldn’t be good enough; it never was. “I saved your life once- You- were- stuck in your house- by sins of your past, ghosts or demons- one of those!” He really had back luck, didn’t he? “Th- they couldn’t hurt me because-” speak fast, Wolf, “I could turn into a wolf- I kept ‘em off you- dragged you out- you were my best friend-!”

Please, please don’t kill me. I’ll have crawled out of that hole in the ground for nothing.

Panic set in as that thought crossed his mind, and another near memory: "Aaaaand, if you die before you can.. You come straight back to me.."

"Psycho-!" Wolf writhed now; a bad idea, considering his back. 

Psycho’s eyes widened for a moment, his movements pausing before the ax clattered to the ground and Psycho had pushed himself off the other. Heart pounding in his chest. Yes remembered that, that scars still on his arms and chest. 

The wolf had shocked him, bringing him out and staying with him. “No..y-you can’t be…” His voice wavered a bit, a small crooked smile playing on the corners of his lips that let a laugh escape from his lips, “Can’t be…Wolf…Wolf is dead…” This had to be his mind trying to cope with loneliness again. 

Though he never took his eyes off the other male, wanting desperately to believe that Wolf was there, he felt real, smelled real and sounded real but…to Psycho that didn’t always mean that the person were there. “I saw your grave…saw…I saw you…” Psycho grabbed his head and felt his heart beating rapidly. “I know…I’m still alone…this is all in my mind.” 

thelastpalelightinthewest:

do-i-scare-you:

Yanking his ax from the neck of a man who’d been so rude and accostly toward him. No one mocked him and got away with it. He felt a slight grin tug at the corners of his lips as he rested the blood soaked ax on his shoulder, slightly admiring his work before lighting up a cigarette. Letting it dangle loosely in his mouth before turning toward the outer edges of the city.

Where his house stood, barely there, but still stood. No one ever bothered to come out and bother her. The tall rickety house that stood on the hill was off limits, those who came in never came out. Most assumed it was haunted, oh how very wrong they were. 

His foot steps halted a moment, was that…smoke? Not the smoke that curled from the end of his cigarette but what looked to be emitting from a fire. Curling his lips into a grin he decided to make his way over toward where it was coming from.

His boots crunching the gravel beneath his feet, snapping stick and stones beneath the heel of his boot. Moving closer, until the light of the fire was clear. His grin widened before it slowly faded, it couldn’t be…could it?

Taking a few steps toward the being he watched the fire dance along the red hair and frame the familiar features of one who was his best friend. But he was dead…right? This was all in his head right?! As he stood, frozen in place, his body going so numb he dropped his ax. The loud clattering going ignored as it almost vanished into thin air. The only sounds he could here were the sound of his heart beat and his voice whispering.

"Wolf?"

"…"

He heard the loud footfalls of someone taller coming towards him. He heard the axe fall, hitting the ground and clattering away a little. He heard it all, but really made no move towards him- or any move at all, really.. He was too caught up in his own thoughts to, at the moment. He didn’t care if someone was sneaking up on him, but-

"Wolf?"

Damnit. 

Someone recognized him.. He sighed softly, green eyes closing shut. Then he glanced toward whoever recognized him, expecting having to deny everything, but-.. That was Psycho. Psycho wasn’t in the list.. No, they’d never mentioned him being unable to have anything to do with his best friend..

"Tch.." he took another drag of his cigarette before answering. "Well,.. either I’m going crazy.. or this is just an act of God, or.. something.."

Psycho felt his stomach churn a bit, his face paling as if he was looking at a ghost. It couldn’t be. He was dead, Wolf died. Wolf died forever ago, so who was this sitting in front of him. Shaking his head he walked toward the other, smoke curling from the end of the others cigarette. “This has to be in my head…it’s just a figment…”

He wrinkled his nose as he picked up the ax once more and almost charged the other, tackling him from where he sat. “Who the hell are you?!”

thelastpalelightinthewest:

do-i-scare-you started following you

"For this, I’ll grant you your sight- your arm- and your life back, without any kind of fear of Greed."
"And in return?"
"Return?"
"There’s always a catch.."
"None of your family can know you’re back. Not Susan, not Sokka, or Ted."
"And Once?"
"No Once, either.. No firsthand, no secondhand, no contact of any kinda. Got it?"

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A puff of smoke exhaled from his lips, caused by the crude cigarette badly rolled up, that hung half out of his mouth. Nothing..? What was the point of living, then, if that were the case? He didn’t even know.. One minute, he’s dead- hanging loosely and limp in his own personal hell. 

Next? He’s digging out of his grave with the same bullet wounds that killed him. It was traumatizing, and struck him almost silent.. He didn’t know what to do, or so, and living out the rest of his natural life? Didn’t sound too appealing.. 

Here he was though, with the rest of his life ahead of him, and a Dullahan at his side, ‘helping’ him. Nothing of his past life was going to come back, she’d assured.. Nothing. 

It was haunting.. 

He was stuck, staring at the small fire he’d managed to create, silently wondering what the hell he was supposed to do next.. This forest didn’t offer him much comfort- and how the hell did Blue expect him to help find her head?

It didn’t matter.. He couldn’t even think straight right now..

Yanking his ax from the neck of a man who’d been so rude and accostly toward him. No one mocked him and got away with it. He felt a slight grin tug at the corners of his lips as he rested the blood soaked ax on his shoulder, slightly admiring his work before lighting up a cigarette. Letting it dangle loosely in his mouth before turning toward the outer edges of the city.

Where his house stood, barely there, but still stood. No one ever bothered to come out and bother her. The tall rickety house that stood on the hill was off limits, those who came in never came out. Most assumed it was haunted, oh how very wrong they were. 

His foot steps halted a moment, was that…smoke? Not the smoke that curled from the end of his cigarette but what looked to be emitting from a fire. Curling his lips into a grin he decided to make his way over toward where it was coming from.

His boots crunching the gravel beneath his feet, snapping stick and stones beneath the heel of his boot. Moving closer, until the light of the fire was clear. His grin widened before it slowly faded, it couldn’t be…could it?

Taking a few steps toward the being he watched the fire dance along the red hair and frame the familiar features of one who was his best friend. But he was dead…right? This was all in his head right?! As he stood, frozen in place, his body going so numb he dropped his ax. The loud clattering going ignored as it almost vanished into thin air. The only sounds he could here were the sound of his heart beat and his voice whispering.

"Wolf?"

THERE’S A VIRUS GOING AROUND AGAIN

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cecilmonsterbutt:

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Following awesome RP blogs but having no clue how your character would interact with theirs.

aghostnotaguardian:

ask-the-north-wind:

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kiki-mincoon:

do-i-scare-you:

 

"Yes Psycho…"~looks at him placing her hand on his head~"Big Brother you gave me a scare"~she said too him~

"I…I don’t know what happened..none..none of this makes any sense…If..if I’ve killed people..why…why do you like me?" He watched her for a moment or two before placing his hands in his hair. "How could I have even had a wife? Their screams…are in my head now…that fire…" He could still feel the warmth of the flames as it licked away at the steel and molding of his factory. The smoke pilfering the already smog filled air of whatever was left of fresh air. 

His laugh though, his uncaring, joyous laugh that echoed above the cries of agony and fear. Opening his eyes he looked over at her, “Why do I have the feeling it didn’t end there…” He stared blankly at a wall before standing up. “I need to…get some fresh air…thank you…Kiki.” He slowly moved toward the door before glancing back at her. Different sets of eyes now haunting him. 

A set of emerald green behind thick lashes, a lighter set of green above dark circles and red locks. Bright pink, then blue. Grabbing his head he stumbled out of the door and outside. 

None of this was making sense, Brown eyes, blue eyes like his own, button eyes and even Elven eyes.

His breathing became uneven as he wandered out into the forest. This lead to more questions. Who were these people? Were they friends? Where they family? More importantly, why were they ingrained in his memory but couldn’t remember them at all.

All he had were eyes, ghosts of people he couldn’t remember. Not even voices of complete faces. 

"Who are you people?! Why are you in my head!?" He let a small scream escape his lips as beat his fist on the tree nearby. 

frankenh0mie:

one-ler
fanart for one of my favorite designs of greedler ovo
one-ler (c) owl-ler
( going to make a steampunk greedler too, already finished the sketch )

frankenh0mie:

one-ler

fanart for one of my favorite designs of greedler ovo

one-ler (c) owl-ler

( going to make a steampunk greedler too, already finished the sketch )

The ‘yes or no’ game.

You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

do-I-scare-you Is Seen

kiki-mincoon:

do-i-scare-you:

kiki-mincoon:

do-i-scare-you:

 

~Kiki was having a hard time trying to put it together. She placed her tea down reaching under her bed pulling out some photos~ “Psycho…you were the Once-Ler, the man who created this”~held out a thneed~”But you went insane and torched your factory down along with your workers”~got up sitting beside him~”When I first saw you, you were surprise to see me, because I’m not human”~she let out a sigh~”We gotten close and I made you my big brother. You protected me form anons as well”~she held up a picture of him and a female~”This is Swaglette…she was your wife. You two had such a strong bond, but sadly we don’t know where she is”`she said giving him the pictures~

Blinking as she spoke he felt something inside him snap. Not all at once but he remembered a stormy night. A destroyed office, a red tinted blade in his hand. It was as if he was watching a broken reel, jumping to a fire in the background with light screams on the wind. 

A laugh, echoed in his mind. 

Throwing the pictures he grabbed his head as he stood up. The pain surging as if someone had hit him with a sledge hammer. Placing his hand on the wall, the other knitting in his hair. Small flashes of a short brunette girl knocking on his door, then in a penthouse painting. 

A snarky looking dark haired woman with a mouth full of sharp teeth. One who looked like him, then a wolf. 

Punching the wall he gripped his hair tightly as he slid into a sitting position. Banging his head repeatedly to get the images to stop. None of them made any sense. It was all a cluster, and his head ached so much he wanted to scream.

Then nothing, his mind shut off and faded to black as he fell unconscious. 

`~Kiki got up calling his name. Seemed not to be heard. She watched him throwing a fit and acting insane. Kiki saw him falling onto her ground. She gasp a bit, scared for him. She open the door asking a bear to help her get him on her bed. The bear went in her house helping her with Psycho and got him on the bed. Kiki placed a warm rag on his head ears going down~”Psycho…i’m so sorry”`she said softly~

After what seemed like years to him he squinted his eyes open and found himself staring at the ceiling. A groan escaped his lips as he reached up, finding a slightly cool rag on his head. The pain dulled down a bit. 

"What…ha-happened?" He sat up, lightly clutching the rag in his hand he looked around spotting Kiki. "Kiki?"