FATE

long live the dragon.

[pastheld-deactivated20160504]

❛  ━━━━━━━━━━ strength in kindness / bursting passion in a quiet heart

[angstmemes]

Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

[little-miss-tragedy]

Your laugh is what hope sounds like.

(41/365) by (DS)

[amityscale-blog]

starter call.

[fyp-philosophy]

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via fyp-philosophy)

[airabesque]

[aevitera]

“I JUST WANT TO BE THE BEST DANCER AROUND. IF I CAN GET OVER MY STAGE FRIGHT FIRST.”

🌺

[amityscale-blog]

Lips part, ready to speak what feelings have suddenly swarmed into one’s mind, ablaze with awe, inspired by movements displayed, the wind complementing what scene is beautifully painted before him. Yet he hesitates, not wanting to disturb a performance which he assumes is secret. It’s a wonder he’s even managed to stumble upon a dancer, witnessing a dance which seems so surreal, akin to the atmosphere which had been frantic just hours ago, now, it is simply bliss. It makes Kamui wonder --- how such feelings can still be felt when despair and torment have taken over too many times to even count. When reality has been nothing but war, guilt and grief, it seems almost impossible that he is ever to feel any other sort of emotion again. Feelings such as happiness are lost amidst the calamity that is conflicting hearts --- a clash of desires that threaten to destroy whatever peace existed. It’s moments like these that Kamui wants back. He truly considers himself to be lucky to have stumbled upon this ethereal moment, and already is Kamui addicted to the serene calm which has enveloped him completely. He’s caught in a daze for a few moments, not even realizing that she’s stopped. He knows that he can’t simply walk away without at least saying something, the young Prince’s mind is forever too curious, and too yearning to hold back.   “That was beautiful....” He manages to say, his voice but a whisper at best.

@airabesque

[balloquies-blog]

@amityscale 

her heart jumped into her throat. air was escaping her lungs are a far more rapid pace than anticipated. this wasn’t what she expected. she didn’t expect to be sent back to end up running, running to keep her sanity. to keep her life.

olivia’s feet carried her with grace & valor as she attempted to make her get away.she was not suppose to die here.

reaching a dead end, her hand moved to grip the steel sword attached at the hip as she heard foot steps quickly corner her. dead end. it was a dead end & she was powerless to keep herself alive. 

a wonder of a dancer, but an awful fighter. stars pray she make it to the next day.

       ❛        aaaa!!! please. d-don’t !! i didn’t do it.  please… my apologizes for the pain i may have caused !!!         ❜

[amityscale-blog]

With every step, Kamui can feel King Garon’s eyes upon him, heavy with judgement, and the trust that Kamui desperately reaches out to, though for both kingdom’s sakes rather than his own. It’s probably impossible to believe that it is these actions which will guide Kamui down the right path, a path in which there is no more blood to be shed, and instead of the constant cries, and the shrill screams which never fail to punch at his gut, there will be tears of joy instead, with a peace that is everlasting. For now, in this exact moment, it seems to be nothing more than a far off dream, the sort that is impossible --- and most definitely unattainable. To hear such words befall in that tone to be directed towards him, Kamui can’t help but falter in his approach. His goal is to save, and he seemed so confident, so sure, and yet...   “There’s no need for you to apologize.”

His tone is urgent, ushered in a growl in the hopes to avoid any prying ears. This situation certainly isn’t the best to even be talking to the dancer, and yet if Kamui is to avoid killing her, the first important thing to do is to reassure his true status as quickly as possible. There’s too much at stake for the both of them. If Kamui is to fall, the war will rage on, and the lives of many will be destroyed. He places a hand on his chest then, a glint in his eyes, both determined and serious.    “I need you to listen to me, I don’t want to hurt you.” Beneath confident words, his heart beats furiously against his rib cage. Each second feels like an eternity, it’s hard to process thoughts that are vital when your life is literally on the line, much like a fragile object in the claws of an untamed beast. To experience constant fear, Kamui realizes how easy it is to make a wrong move. From this moment on, there is no longer any time to rest one’s state of mind.   “If King Garon or any other suspicious eyes catch us, we are both doomed. I need you to understand and to listen to me... do I have your trust?” He directs his sword to the dancer. Despite words which are hellbent on saving, his actions have to contrast just that. It’s a tactic that is hard --- to become the betrayer to even his own beliefs, he hopes he can at least keep hold of his own sanity. He has no other choice.

[amityscale-blog]

  “.....Brother Takumi.” He can’t help but add a little emphasis to ‘brother’, the depth of such a word hangs heavy on Kamui’s heart, words spilling forth with both guilt and sorrow intertwined... and he wonders: Is this truly the right thing to do? Of course he’d anticipate this the very moment he made his decision. To others it may have seemed easy, to betray his true family, to side with a kingdom he isn’t tied to with blood, but Kamui is sure he can set things right. How? Who knows. The various glares given in response to words hesitantly uttered forth begin to prod at Kamui’s insides. There’s a growing fear rattling his bones, the amount of dread is easily noticeable in his tone alone, yet Kamui knows that such actions aren’t worthy of any apologies at present. It is a war beyond his understanding. Something so great, and yet he’s willing to place the lives of many upon his own shoulders alone.  It’s almost unbearable to look at his own brother. He who stands proud, for the kingdom Kamui is tied to by blood alone, holding memories lost within fate’s unfortunate hands. Kamui realizes after several moments that he’s holding his breath, exhaling heavily as eyes downcast to the ground beneath them both.   “I need you to understand... why this is my decision.” 

@arweic 

[amityscale-blog]

When you go mia to finish watching conquest. I am dead, but at least I can finally do starters.

[psychonom]

You care and that’s what kills you.

Skins UK (via psychonom)

[adroitis-deactivated20160604]

never one, never WILL BE. 

[coquettishcrownarchive-blog]

            ❛ ah… ❜

  his reaction is a bit delayed. while his ears process there is a voice speaking to him, his gaze doesn’t pull away from where he seems to be so fixated until moments later. he takes in the other’s appearance, blinking slowly before waving a hand in reassurance.

            ❛ not particularly ! i was just looking around – … but it seems i’ve wandered too far given your warning. ❜

[amityscale-blog]

  “Best a warning than me attacking you, right? But if you’re not lost... then I’m a bit curious. Pardon me, are you a Nohrian?” He asks for the sake of not wanting to offend if so. It’s delicate, Kamui feels, he’ll want to make sure before coming to any assumptions. As it stands however, if indeed they were a Hoshidan, perhaps they would have not been so calm either. Any other outsiders, however, won’t be taken as kindly either, Kamui knows that for a fact, though it’s pretty obvious that they hardly pose much of a threat. That’s what he’s set on believing.   “I suppose it’s a good thing I spotted you then.”

[amityscale-blog]

  “Leon... I’m glad I could catch you in time! I’ve been looking for you.” Sometimes the world seems a blur when at a standstill. It’s quite a feat, you’d think, how Kamui can just stand there for a moment and lose himself to his thoughts that are packed with curiosities and questions, wandering about even the smallest of things. Sometimes some may comment that he’ll let his mind wander a bit too far, though, Kamui only gets himself more excited at the thought of exploring into these wonders. It’s amazing he’s able to spot Leon just in time, catching up to him with a swift tap on the shoulder.   “Do you have a moment? Or, maybe a bit later? I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

@cohrode 

[amityscale-blog]

starter call.

[amityscale-blog]

  “It’s not really safe for you to be wandering around here.” A word of caution, though Kamui has slight doubt that the stranger will even listen, though he’s still adamant on putting words first, rather than racing to unnecessary measures. He gives a smile regardless, though his tone is still concerning.   “Are you lost at all?”

@coquettishcrown 

[amityscale-blog]

starter call.