ACHING, GROANING

rotgrasp:

          he talks about you as if he knows some all-too-intimate details of your life and refuses to share. his words are venom to the Green, his mere presence a rotting thing. you back away from his figure, from the decay, not out of fear, rather -- out of a clear sense of preparation. perhaps the dead man is correct, perhaps every death you wrought from his body is only a brief reprieve; and like the life you surround yourself, he will persist and return ... return ... return ...

          ‘  even as a man i sought to end poisoning of the environment, to better the world in any way i could. do not mistake my wrath now for some inkling of comparison you can eek out of history.  ’  gone. your moss-covered frame sinks into the soil below and still your voice remains, a booming, real thing. ‘  i may not be able to eradicate this world of anton arcane permanently, but i shall not make your existence a pleasant one.  ’

          the world you have come to understand and appreciate quakes in your presence, fearful of it even under the guise of protector. wherever he steps foot, there you will be, a cure to the sickening self of anton arcane.

rotgrasp:

          are you real? are you not, like he -- Arcane -- some poor bastardization of existence? you ache as if you were, you stalk the shadows and speak to the green around you as if you were. but you don’t know; you don’t know and it kills you. so you don’t respond, you instead let the world speak for itself, a long, drawn out gasp of a sound. and, as soon as it had begun, it ceases. the world waits, not patiently, not through any false sense of anticipation, it simply waits.

              ‘  anton arcane.  ’  your words are unkind, they are a booming sound that breathes life into the world once more. your figure grows from soil and moss and twigs and ancient things, standing behind the rotting man, the death of a peaceful existence. ‘  i am everywhere, everything. i do not hide. i protect. from worthless little men like you.  ’  an inhalation, the sound of a million buzzing wings all at once.

          you are real, as real as the towering trees, as real as the pollen that seeps from your moss-flesh to smother the world in life, as real as the desecration of the Green that stands before you. anton arcane will not survive this night.

                                   and neither shall the real you.

never forget swamp thing took gotham city hostage and threatened to wipe out every living being in it if abigail was not released from arkham

screams very loudly.

@rotgrasp SCREAMS V LOUDLY

gOD. please stop appearing on my dash lmfao.

I need to organize all of my blogs and straighten things up. But at the moment, my most active blogs and the ones you’ll most likely find me on at any time of day are: this one, @realmsought (oc multimuse), @deadcases (oc), @spiritshot (yusuke urameshi). 

Currently, I’m revamping realmsought--i.e. cleaning out a lot of ooc posts and making a new promo and what not. just thought i should give an update!

does uhm ... anybody wanna stream smth w me to keep my mood up

boy howdy, i sure do love depression

i actually ... like how these turned out

does anybody have some psds that work well with anime caps