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Cole The Consumer Of Petrol
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In my professional opinion, it’s Cole.

Wubbrle the Wubble... it unfortunately won’t make sense unless you listen to it and deeply understand Greek Mythology, relating to The Odyssey by Homer.

Cole The Consumer Of Petrol quite a lot of words-
Me and my boyfriend were yapping late last night and this morning.

Wubbrle the Wubble... yeah, I kind of write little headcanons (things that aren’t story-accurate) whenever, so just look for things relating to Final Survivor and that should be pretty canon, unless I say something otherwise.

Wubbrle the Wubble... she was an Angel, Wubb. She knows all. She can and will find you.

Wubbrle the Wubble... so, campaign wise, Morro isn’t dead yet. I write out of chronological order, so chronologically in order, it’s Total Party Kill (Final Survivor/BBEG Monologue), and then The Little Bard and the Big Bad Morro Meet Once Again (Final Survivor Part II), but “Hold Them Down” was just a headcanon.

“…Morro. A…displeasure to have to hear your voice again.”

“Oh, but it’s quite the pleasure to see you again, Cassandra. I’ve been dying to see that crushed expression again, like when I nearly killed your little friends.”

“…”

“Cat got your tongue, little lamb? Too afraid of the big, bad, wolf??”

“Of course I’m afraid of you, Morro. You’re the kind of person I fear and despise the most. Besides, you- you nearly killed my friends- my family. The people I would follow to the end of the world! But I’m not afraid to admit that.”

“Ah, so the little crybaby finally grew a backbone. Interesting. It won’t matter, though. You will never make it through my conduits.”

“I’m not a crybaby, Morro. I’m just in touch with my emotions, which you clearly aren’t. Because you’re a monster, who has no regard for others. You don’t care how others feel, or what they do! Only when it might benefit you in some way do you start caring!”

“My feelings died forever ago. All my mercy is gone. I am nothing but a monster, and I wear it like a medal of honor. And you know why no one can do anything about it? Because I’m a god.”

“Someone like you shouldn’t even have the title of being a god! It should be a privilege! I mean, look at you! You said it yourself; your feelings died long ago. What else died with you? Your morals? Your- your compassion? Well, I suppose compassion could be considered an emotion, but your empathy? Are you even human anymore? You wonder why people live in fear of you, when the reason is obvious! You use others for your own benefit, like King Rito, which is only to cause harm to others! I didn’t want to hurt him, but if it means taking you down…you…you monster, then- so be it, damn it- Someone like you doesn’t DESERVE to live. Someone like you- doesn’t- you don’t DESERVE to be happy anymore. I hope- I hope whatever caused you to become like this was deserved. I hope- I hope that all the pain someone or something put you through was deserved, because that’s exactly what you already put me through once. Yet I managed to keep my humanity! So what happened to you that you had to become such a monster?! What…justifies your actions?! What gives you the right to act like this, all high-and-mighty?! HUH?!”

Instead of getting pissed off like last time, Morro seems…dumbfounded. Almost…lamentful. “Do you really want to know? Do you really care to understand why I’m a monster?”

“…I’m listening.”

“The reason I’m like this, is because I lost something dear to me. The love of my life. My… Eliza. My family hated her, for no reason.”
He looks dead a Sebastian for a moment.
“And then, she died. Inexplicably. No cause of death identified. I got upset. I got mad. I went insane. I started killing monsters. I started killing people. I got so strong that I killed a god, just so I can inflict suffering on the world, to avenge my Eliza.”

Cass glances over at Sebastian for a moment, before returning her gaze back to Rito- er…Morro.
“I understand that- that losing someone like that…is hard. Really hard, but…that…I’m sorry, that doesn’t justify killing other people. Innocent. People, at that. But… Think about her for just a moment… Is that what your Eliza would have wanted? Is that truly what she would have wanted you to do? Was to inflict so much pain onto others, just to make them feel as you felt? To make them go through what you did? Imagine if Eliza was here now… What…what would she say to you? To the monster you’ve become?”

Morro’s cold expression changes to one of sadness as he thought about the little bard’s words, as he stands in silence.

“You didn’t think about her, did you? You didn’t think about what she would have wanted…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s too late to reverse what I’ve done. My heart is filled with hate and I will keep plaguing this land.”

“It’s not too late, Morro. You can still redeem yourself! Just…think of Eliza! Do things she’d want you to do. For her! In her name, you can- you can change your ways. you can still better yourself, and learn from your mistakes. You can try and redeem yourself, if you just…let go. Let the conduits go…and give up. Do it for Eliza. You- you became so blinded by your rage and grief, that…that you lost sight of why it happened in the first place–of who you were acting for. I can see that you loved her, and that her death caused you immense pain and grief, but you let it take over your heart and soul, and now all that’s left is an empty heart, that only knows how to hate, and slaughter, and bring chaos to what you know to be the world.”

Wubbrle the Wubble... it will certainly be the last thing you try to attempt to do in your life, should you not be joking.

★【♪シBlake Rose。シ♪】★™ that’ll be the last thing you say, then-

★【♪シBlake Rose。シ♪】★™ just because she’s no longer The Red Angel, doesn’t mean that she can’t beat the shit out of you. Good luck even trying to lay a hand on her…

^ The aftermath of being cast out and the battle. ^

“Asteraoth…you used to be my favorite soldier… now look what you’ve done.”
“Father, God-King-”
“Silence, Asteraoth. I am not finished speaking.”
“…I apologize, Father.”
“You led the last battalion, yes?”
“…Yes, Father.”
“And only you return.”
“…Yes, Father.”
“What happened?”
“We- we were ambushed-!”
“And you let it happen? You know I don’t tolerate pathetic excuses, Asteraoth. I raised you better than this. I should have you executed for this, but since I am…a benevolent God…I’ll simply cast you down.”
“Father, please, I can explain-”
“I have heard enough. You are no longer The Red Angel, you are no longer the captain of the battalions, you are no longer my daughter.”

siloxa922 that’s crazy-

The fight is almost over…Morro…he’s on his last leg. He’s getting desperate. He can’t last much longer.
“Just give up, Morro. You know it’s almost your end.”
“Like I’ll surrender to you, little bird,” he rasped. He was exhausted.
“Hold him down.” Her voice was firm, with no room for argument. Upon hearing her command, the others do as she asked. His arms are restrained behind his back, the others on guard, in case he tries something stupid.
“Kaz. Your dagger.”
“Cass, I-”
“Now.”
“…” Kaz reluctantly handed over one of his daggers, Cass’s small smile turning into a wolfish grin as she approached Morro, now shaking in his human restraints.

“Hold him down, 'til the boy stops shaking, hold him down while I slit his throat… hold him down while I slowly break his pride, his trust, his faith and his bones! Cut him down into tiny pieces, throw him down in the great below! When people wonder where the man is, only the ocean and we will know!”

“WAIT! We- we can talk about this,” he basically started begging.
Cass stabbed his hand to the floor, watching him scream out in agony, ignoring the other’s nauseous and disgusted looks, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
“STOP! PLEASE!”
You didn’t stop when I begged you to leave my friends alone, so why would I stop?!"
“Cass, please,” Sebastian interjected.
“Silence, Sebastian. Your brother must learn his lesson for the pain and suffering he caused not only this realm, but for me as well.”
“Cass, Sebastian has a point.”
“Kaz…” Cass twisted the knife in Morro’s hand, causing him to cry out in agony again. “I almost lost you to this man…no…this…monster, and yet… you’re sympathizing for him?”
“Cass…”
“ENOUGH, Kaz! I will not take any more criticism from you. I’m doing what I must.”
Cass rips out the dagger from Morro’s hand, plunging it into the other one, giving it the same treatment, a cruel smile on her face. After mutilating his hands, she moves to his shoulders, stabbing them repeatedly.
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS?! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN?! ALL OF THE SUFFERING I’VE BEEN THROUGH-”
“Haven’t I suffered enough?! STOP!”
“YOU DIDN’T STOP WHEN I BEGGED YOU! TOLD ME TO CLOSE OFF MY HEART!”
“STO-”
Finally, Morro’s words are cut off by the ting of a blade, and his words are now replaced by raspy gurgles, and blood dripping down his throat.
“After…everything you’ve done…how will you sleep at night?”
“…Next to my boyfriend.”

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***This is supposed to be here.***

I want it to be, like, messy
I'm so insecure, I think That I'll die before I drink And I'm so caught up in the news Of who likes me, and who hates you And I'm so tired that I might Quit my job, start a new life And they'd all be so disappointed 'Cause, who am I, if not exploited? And I'm so sick of ***17*** Where's my fucking teenage dream? If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry
And I don’t stick up for myself
I’m anxious and nothing can help
And I wish I’d done this before
And I wish people liked me more
All I did was try my best
This the kind of thanks I get?
Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
Ego crush is so severe
God, it’s brutal out here
(Yeah!)
I feel like no one wants me And I hate the way I'm perceived I only have two real friends And lately, I'm a nervous wreck 'Cause I love people I don't like And I hate every song I write And I'm not cool and I'm not smart
And I can’t even parallel park
All I did was try my best
This the kind of thanks I get?
Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)
They say these are the golden years But I wish I could disappear
Ego crush is so severe
God, it’s brutal out here
(Yeah!)
(Just having a really good time)
Got a broken ego, broken heart (it’s brutal out here, it’s brutal out here)
And God, I don’t even know where to start

Zeera the Nightmare Jackal's 2nd account yoo- they so prettyyy
I read Queen of the Night and IMMEDIATELY thought of the Mozart aria from The Magic Flute/Die Zauberfloete

“You’ll always be ‘our kiddo’, but my violin will always be ‘my baby’.”
Oh. Okay. Love you too, mom.
I don’t know why I even bothered to follow in her footsteps of becoming a musician, when I know I’ll never be good enough for her. I’ll never be as good to her as her instrument.

★【♪シBlake Rose。シ♪】★™ btw it’s “moo bitch” not “moo, bitch”-

★【♪シBlake Rose。シ♪】★™ I think…we all know what they were talking about.
But seriously, how does no one talk about it or catch that…?