aLSO IM ON ART FIGHT! coming strong in team steampunk! d. does kinda mean I'll be distracted this month. oh well-

The house was silent, not even the ticking of a clock to be heard. Phone screen as the only light source in the room— you sighed the very moment it caught your attention, although you wouldn't know whether that's a pinch of sorrow or relief.

Lynne has left.

Perhaps that phrasing was a little misleading. She wanted to stay, god, she wanted to stay. As much as you loathed that fact, you do feel bad for her— angry for her— for how that one wish was, once again, disregarded and ruined. If only, if only it were you instead... alas, you've learned by now that you're truly always at the whim of someone else; conversations of changing fate are meaningless in a place such as this. What a depressing thing to be right about, and yet-

She has left.

Not like you're about to go and miss her, you'd think. Hell, you were trying to push her away all this time, so if anything, this is convenient, isn't it? Even if she, or vaguely her, were to show up now— it wouldn't be the same, anyway. You were stubborn all this time; it paid off, didn't it? Convenience... convenience shouldn't tear you like an error.

Someone left.

Someone stubborn, but— a good person, deserving something much better than what Spirale had to offer; freedom. You're not one to assume they're somewhere better now. You can't help but think of the lengths they went, the patience, persistence, compassion... what would have happened? What would have happened if you were a little selfish, a little more honest?

Irrelevant.

Followed by a groan, you'd toss the phone aside, closing your eyes. No, you couldn't lie to yourself about this, but at least you can find some solace knowing that this pathetic state is one no one else will have to deal with anymore. This is for the best, you'd mutter. Ultimately, it doesn't matter, you'd mutter. There's no... meaning, nothing to mourn, you'd mutter. Left alone to stew in your own thoughts, and this time you'll lock the bloody book.

MUSE PLAYLIST. post   3  -  5   songs   that   remind   you   of   your   muse. repost,   don’t   reblog.

   CALM(er) EDITION             ( bc if i don’t assign a theme to this i’ll never manage to settle on 5 songs ok )

1. NO MORE WHAT IFS - PERSONA 5 ROYAL OST   People come and they go   some people may stay with you though   I am all alone tonight and I kept on   asking myself questions

  Conceited I was at time   I never really doubted myself   But tonight got me thinking about it all   if I am the fool or what not

2. EASY - SON LUX   Easy, oh, easy   Burn all your things to make the   Fight to forget   Easy, easy

  Easy, easy   Pull out your heart to make the   Being alone   Easy, easy

3. DESPICABLE [ACOUSTIC AUDIO] - GRANDSON   One day you will understand   Why I pushed you away as I am   And you will find a better man than I am   Trust, I'm doing you a favor, doing you a favor

  Despicable, I'm just a bottom feeder   Despicable, I ain't never been a keeper   Despicable, Love her then I leave her   And if I were you, I wouldn't love me neither

4. HANGING TREE - JENNIFER LAWRENCE   Are you, are you   Coming to the tree   Wear a necklace of hope   Side by side with me   Strange things did happen here   No stranger would it be   If we met at midnight   In the hanging tree

5. WIRES - THE NEIGHBOURHOOD   Mr. Know-it-all had his reign and his fall   At least that's what his brain is telling all

  If he said "help me kill the president"   I'd say he needs medicine   Sick of screaming "let us in"   The wires got the best of him   All that he invested in goes   Straight to hell, straight to hell

@anglerfishnabe​ sent;

GETTING USED TO SPIRALE.

While he's glad he doesn't have to worry about someone simply stealing all his inheritance, you won't catch Clive ever thanking the stars for their currency system— after all, not only is all that money in their hands, free for them to confiscate and give back as they'd like— but it also forces him to rely on the phone he couldn't loathe more. Admittedly, both issues would still exist even without the money being digital, but like- it only adds to it, and boy does he sure love having more reasons to hate on shit

So no, he doesn't welcome it, but he doesn't want it to be the way it is in his homeworld, either, not before a bunch of other problems inherent of spirale are addressed. Which, if you'd ask Clive, is never.

He experienced it firsthand! First week of his stay. Isn't that lovely? As to what it is to him, uh       Clive abuses the spirale's respawn system to hell and back, despite the painful consequences you get afterwards     which are just worse for him now by the sheer amount he's done it. Its given him some lasting memory & headache issues! <3 Who knows, maybe the system will fail on him some day! Probably not, but can you blame a man for hoping a bit?

answered here,

@perihelionpilot​ sent;

GETTING USED TO SPIRALE. 

VERY much against. Whether that's apparent or not depends entirely on if he's trying to keep face. Its             its a big issue, actually. Also part to the whole paranoia of his, but like, for the sake of both of us I'm not going to ramble on about why. Clive already does that enough himself

oh clive arrived in the middle of empatheorem it was a disaster           goes without saying he had no time to adjust beforehand

Some did tell him what was going on, but like, *during* the event. It uh           it hit him hard. Confrontation with Layton's son while his and Clive's body were swapped, is all I'm gonna say. Sure is fun to see someone who looks & sounds like yourself to laugh at your face.

... you could say he handles it a lot better now, though I think it's more accurate to say that he doesn't really. uh. address the events anymore if not absolutely necessary and unavoidable.

@dynadubwool​ sent;

GETTING USED TO SPIRALE.

you'll be pleased to know that Clive hates all lifeforms equally <3

Jokes aside, yeah, no, he doesn't care, assuming communication works one way or another despite the differences. I should probably note though that this is solely his indifference, rather than a more noble reason one might have.

The majority of his    uh   associates? tend to be humanoids, though, mostly because usually it isn't him who seeks to keep contact with somebody— therefore, other people's stands on the matter influence the circle of people he's more frequently around, indirectly.

errantkatana​:

... that was a joke?

"I wouldn't put it past them," a nonchalant wave of a hand, "they're fond of mocking us, after all. Even the people who support them can agree with that fact."

Exasperating, exasperating, of bloody course it's exasperating. The thought process some of these delighted foreigners must have, concluding that their arrival in this city is a gift— that's not even blind optimism, no. It's outright willful ignorance. Ignorance is bliss, they may say, but he can only wish for them to choke on that blessing.    

Despite the quiet demeanour as he'd sit there in silence, his stance on matters was rather... apparent. No need to vocalize his resentment here for it to be obvious that he's opinionated. God knows he goes off on others too often, anyway.

"... the train?" he'd ask at first. "I'm certainly aware that it happened, if that's why you're asking. My memory isn't good enough to recall all too many details, however." good enough for him, really.

Though, if that's because he's ruined his memory skills to the point where his head's a haze as a consequence of his own actions, or if he just forgot because it's... uneventful in comparison, at this rate, not worthy of being remembered— It didn't matter. Both possibilities are miserable to consider. So, he didn't voice that thought, instead,

"— do you?"

       ah. that’s concerning.

haha oops

diedagain​:

"— what if I were to say yes?" he'd add immediately. It was a vague response, but at this point, it was to be expected for him not to offer anything in return. "What if I've made the choice to live like this? Do you feel compelled to do something about it? Play the hero and change my sentiment? That's awfully haughty of you."

"When I say you don't listen, you know that's not what I'm referring to. You sure try to understand, but you do that despite me telling you to shut it."

Cold. Emotions urging to flare up were locked away with the key thrown out the window, only seeping through when he spoke as undertones filled with malice. "I wouldn't respect you this much if you were someone who could stoop down to my level, Lynne. It's admirable that you're so eager to prove me wrong, but you're not helping anyone."

Admiration. It was dirty to bring it up in an argument such as this, but it sure didn't stop him. "You're entitled to your scepticism of my sense of judgement, but it's not my job to correct you."

Insulting. For someone who spent the majority of his life to make things turn out right at last, resorting to all options before ultimately caving in to the state he's in now— to claim that he can't recognize what's irreparable and what isn't, was simply insulting. "You're mistaken, which is for me to know, and for you to come to terms with."

He wasn't about to admit that she was getting under his skin.