VOID.

Independent & selective Naminé. Written by Mimi.

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PRISMATIC. ok this is the third time i’m typing this post because my browser hates me so thIS IS BOTH A POST SAYING guess who’s fucking back again because i’m the worst and can’t??? stay???/ away????? from???? my anGEL????? but anyways this post also counts as me announcing that i am officially affiliated with ERIDAENUS!!! amazing, right???

so hi, hello, i’m mimi. twenty years old, junior in college, gonna be applying to medical schools this summer, etc. i’m generally an overemotional bean that has a tendency to run around screaming about how much i love people when the mood strikes me, which is once or twice a month. love writing, naturally, can edit sort of well??? used to draw, not well at all. sometimes i make a billion blogs at once and hate myself for it whOOPS

anyways, i’m going to be updating this blog rules wise and theme wise, so please excuse the mess for now!! everyone should always feel free to hmu to plot or just throw a starter into my tag ok i wanna interact with eVERYONE!!!1 my IM is open for all mutuals, as is my skype if you want it. i look forward to having some fun!

[antigonick]

I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart.

Alice Meynell, excerpt of Renouncement (via henrydear)

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shuirokage:

@nulisolae

   “It’s getting harder to keep going.”

      Headstrong boy leans back in the chair, and allows his chin to dip down into his collar, in that way small children tended to do when they wished to disappear. His hands grab at nothing, clutch at the air above the desk whilst his wrists rest atop the wood; but all at once does he recall his status, his stature, that he was an elite, and all at once does he raise to sit proper, and removes his hands to rest instead at the chair’s sides.

                       “They’re calling us monsters now.” A sigh.                        “I ignore it usually, but… It builds up after a while.”

        Solemn eyes settled upon him with an ease that was not given to most, for there were very few people which she could look upon without wanting to look away. Then and there, however, she felt pained by his pain, in a way which did not oft resonate within her. ( Such empathy did not exist in the cavern that was her chest. Not for most. ) She sat, soft and quiet and feeling transparent yet knowing that she was not, tension roiling in her stomach, pressing at her skin, and she wanted to protect him. Strange feeling, that.

                   “Their understanding is flawed,” she said, faint and knowing that the words were empty, because what more could be said? “They don’t know what a monster really looks like.”

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prismatic. I think I’m going to try to be Kate Bishop for Halloween. I’ll have to hardcore improvise on her catsuit because there is no way I’m going to be able to make a catsuit in three days but, hey, worth a shot I think???? Also hi, hello, I have an itsy bitsy break from exams for the next few days, so I’ll be around a bit more! Soooooo, like for a starter!

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baranami:

  Caught in the midst of a downpour, it seemed fate that night   ordained that she’d have the company of a stranger beneath the   ample covering. A thousand tapping fingers, the rain composed a   rhythmic beat. Ten minutes were washed away by the noise and   drizzle, and the girl hadn’t spoken a word to the other, and in fact,   the ghoul claimed a corner out of the other’s line of vision. 

  Darkened brown eyes silently observed the other’s responses   to the weather with a quiet curiosity ( as if there was anything more   entertaining to do at the moment ). ` Do you not have a way home? `   Words voiced soft, perhaps it’d be best to fill in the silence. 

        The girl’s voice drifted through the air and resonated in her hollow bone, and she was not surprised nor off put by the sound of it. Chest rose and fell with a steady beat, unheard and not felt, and her gaze was slow to separate from the unceasing downpour of rain. It did, in a halting way, gaze stuttering away from the falling water and settling upon the girl who was standing under cover, also. A slight step was taken backwards so that she was further beneath the overhang, though it was more of a sway than a step, a singular fluid motion that could have been easily missed if one had been blinking.

                       “In this rain? No,” she said, voice hushed and gentle enough that it was barely heard over the sound of the rain, over the sound of the earth trying to keep itself from running dry. It carried the barest amount but she made no attempt to repeat herself nor speak any louder. “Do you?”

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❛ somewhere deep in the dark a howling beast hears us talk . ❜

OF MONSTERS AND MEN MEME

        Wind wailed through the trees and bare, dead branches were bending, and resisting, and clinging to their trunks so as not to snap. Darkness had descended and Naminé looked up, attempting to find a source of light in vain. There was no light to be found, not a star in the sky ( she wasn’t sure if the clouds were so thick and dark that they were impenetrable, or if the worlds had been swallowed up by darkness. She wasn’t sure which option she would prefer ) and not a moon in orbit that could be seen. Company, at least, was present and Ruby was right, there was something in that forest, its howl reverberating through the weeping trees, the chilled air. A breath was taken, and released, and the process was repeated as she listened to the sounds around them, as she felt darkness begin to creep upon her, inching on her skin, burrowing its way to her very core. The void of her.

        Looking upon and being near Ruby reminded her of a great deal of things. A great deal of people. Strength and courage and brightness that resonated in her hollow chest and memories popped before her eyes, bright flashes of color that were almost dizzying. A part of her ( somewhere deep in the darkness that made up the entirety of her ) enjoyed being near the huntress, in spite of everything. Now, if only they could resist being in danger, together.

                             “We should keep going, and hope it doesn’t find us.”

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Your Naminè is literally one of my favorite blogs in Tumblr tbqh. Please keep up being lovely!! Honestly I was so happy when you revamped her. You're fantastic please keep it up!!

prismatic. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! om g anonymous i’m gonna cry this was such a lovely message to get sdkjfnskdjfn i really, really appreciate it, honestly, because i was a little eh about bringing naminé back ( for various reasons ) but i decided that i just missed her too much so i sucked it up and here we are lmao. i’m beyond honored that this silly blog is ( somehow ) one of your favorite blogs on tumblr and hey, you’re fantastic, yourself. more than fantastic, actually. you’re unutterably divine and, whoever you are, i adore you!!! thank you so much for this message and for giving me a little boost to my confidence, darling.

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daughters.

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of monsters & men || starters

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❛  just grab a hold of my hand . ❜   ❛  somewhere deep in the dark a howling beast hears us talk . ❜ ❛  i dare you to close your eyes . ❜ ❛  you love love love when you know i can’t love you .  ❜   ❛  after every sunny day , comes a stormy night . ❜   ❛  you’re my king & i’m your lionheart . ❜   ❛  breathe in , breathe out . let the human in .  ❜   ❛  my head is an animal . ❜   ❛  all the trouble i have caused with my two hands . ❜ ❛ & we’re far , far home but we’re so happy .  ❜   ❛  we used to play outside when you were young and full of life and full of love .  ❜   ❛  i watched you disappear .  ❜   ❛   it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it . ❜   ❛  as i looked around i began to notice we are nothing like the rest .  ❜   ❛  there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back .  ❜   ❛  are you really going to love me when i’m gone ? ❜   ❛  i’m shaking like a leaf . ❜   ❛  can you chase this fire away ? ❜   ❛  but i tried , oh , i tried . ❜   ❛  just let me go & we’ll meet again soon . ❜   ❛  we won’t run . ❜   ❛  it’s killing me to see you this way . ❜   ❛  i’m a crook for not caring for it . ❜    ❛  the stairs creak as you sleep , it’s keeping me / you awake . it’s the house telling me / you to close your eyes . ❜   ❛  don’t listen to a word i say . ❜   ❛  as the world comes to an end i’ll be here to hold your hand .  ❜   ❛  please hang around . ❜   ❛  i can see through you . ❜   ❛  it’s perfectly strange . ❜   ❛  hungry for the kill , but this hunger , it isn’t you . ❜   ❛  we are the same .  ❜   ❛  some days i don’t know if i am wrong or right . ❜   ❛  you can follow me .  ❜   ❛  some days I can’t even dress myself . ❜   ❛  why are you shaking your head ? ❜   ❛  i’m all out of breath . ❜ ❛  your mind is playing tricks on you , my dear . ❜       ❛  i am a killer . ❜   ❛  i take off my face because it reminds me how it all went wrong . ❜   ❛  darker days are raining over me . ❜   ❛  my blood runs red but my body feels so cold . ❜    ❛  i am the storm . ❜   ❛  please look away , don’t look at me . ❜   ❛  i heard them calling in the distance . ❜   ❛  i am sorry for the trouble , i suppose . ❜   ❛  i need nothing . ❜   ❛  i know that it’s a waste of time , chasing in the dark . ❜   ❛  you’re cold against the skin . ❜   ❛  & i run , i run , i run . ❜   ❛  the way you held me so tight … all through the night … ❜   ❛  you & i will not be shaken ! ❜   ❛  stop , i will take control . ❜   ❛  you scream , you scratch , you bite . ❜   ❛  the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories . ❜   ❛  i’ll meet your eyes for the very first time , for the very last . ❜   ❛  let go , lay to rest . ❜   ❛  maybe i’m a bad , bad , bad , bad person . well , baby , i know . ❜   ❛  these fingertips will never run through your skin . ❜   ❛  i will lead you through this wonderland . ❜ ❛  water up to my knees , but sharks are swimming in the sea . ❜ ❛  ignore all those big warning signs . ❜ ❛  you have scars & some scratches . it makes me wonder about your past . ❜ ❛  the light is blinding my eyes . ❜ ❛  i push you away , although I wish you could stay . ❜ ❛  i’m never ready . ❜ ❛  time won’t let me show what i want to show . ❜ ❛  all eyes on me . ❜ ❛  i spend my night dancing with my own shadow . ❜ ❛  i packed my things & ran . ❜

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        “You didn’t have to do that,” soft murmur that was near abashed, though she was not sure if she truly felt abashed or if it seemed to be the best option tone-wise. Still, her expression was soft and her gaze steady upon the girl ( woman, perhaps, brighter than almost anything she had ever seen, burning spirit and splashes of yellows, of oranges —— Naminé did not think that she would ever have colors bright enough to depict her. ) Everything about her posture was inoffensive, slight shoulders sloping and hands laced before her, head tilted. Helpless, almost. She had looked helpless to whomever had been following her, perhaps.

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kindlyiscatter:

          “ ahh …. um. “ it’s quite the predicament, she has to admit to herself. she may have voice it aloud if she hadn’t been more concerned for the safety of her companion. digits grip tighter round scythe’s form, soles delicately placed against ground, one after another. she’s not moving in a particular direction, but the motion keeps her occupied, keeps her mind thinking, gears gripping & spinning within. silver eyes judge the area around them, paths deemed reliable few & far between.

          “ here —- hold on to me ! i have a plan. “

        Gaze flickered to her companion and back to the stretch of dangerous land and her survival instincts ( as faint as they tended to be ) prodded at her, at the base of her skull. Pale fingers splayed out and gripped onto the edge of the girl’s sleeve, before grabbing her forearm with a ghost of a touch, until it solidified after another breath of hesitance. Trust would have to be given, in this case, as there was no other choice to be seen nor found.

                           “Okay,” she didn’t ask for the plan for the sake of remaining ignorant.

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incapable of her own distress

yeo ashley

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        “I think that your logic is a little flawed,” she said, gaze steady on the man and her hands inactive ( she was conscious of their inactivity, was careful not to scratch at the smear of paint that had dried on the back of her left hand. ) There was, perhaps, also a smear of paint behind her ear, just visible from where her hair was tucked and her skin was revealed, but she paid no mind to that, either, instead focusing the brevity of her attention on the man. Naminé’s face was soft, however, lacking insult and instead carrying the barest hint of curiosity and, perhaps, a touch of wonderment. “Your argument wasn’t very solid.”

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irasors:

   He’d heard rumors, whispers on the wind that outside their known world laid perils and sights unlike anything they could ever fathom. But he was no stranger to something like that, was quite used to there being an entire reality that remained just out of his reach—but back then, he’d been a child with dreams of visiting such an elusive paradise for one reason or another. Now, however, he saw no point in venturing outside the known bubble—not as long as they remained inside of it. So, perhaps it was out of a past interest that he looks to her with an inquisitive stare, but hasn’t the desire to truly ask the question on his mind: Is she from part of that ‘everything else,’ as well?

   “I don’t understand.” The blond exhaled, not quite meaning what words he’d chosen. “Those monsters that we encountered, are you saying they’re from one of those doors? That things can come in and out due to this connection, without warning?” Concern ebbed away at his steady voice, torn between his standard for a Hunter and the path he’d followed, certain only of one thing: “If that’s the case, then the door needs to be closed.”

        Darkness clung to every inch of her as another layer of her skin, it felt, but after an encounter with a Heartless it always felt like there were globs of it stuck to her, latching onto her skin and refusing to let go. Maybe that was what gave her some sort of color, instead of leaving her translucent -- the thought was humorous, for sure. On some level, what the boy said, too, had something of hilarity in it, if only because of his ignorance. For once, ignorance was not negative in connotation, and she wondered if it was, in truth, a positive sort of ignorance. People were not meant to know about the other worlds. They just weren’t. Knowing about other worlds led to darkness which led to knowledge about shadows and unfathomable, awful depths.

        “It can’t be closed,” she said, simple because it was as simple as that. No question, no argument, it could not be closed. Not by anyone on that world, anyways ( she didn’t think so. ) For a moment she thought of the sky, of the boundless heights and the warmth of the sun and the gentleness of the wind and her chest ached, before she closed the door on those thoughts. “There weren’t very many of them, though, and I don’t think any more will follow. You’re safe, now.” The word promise would not be spoken, she did not dare it.

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irasors:

   And for a moment, the arbiter boy stood silent among the white noise of passerby as they carried on outside, the roaring noise of an expansive, albeit not populous, city leaking through the cracks of windows and doors. His arms folded, fingers gripping onto the loose white fabric of his sleeves idly, and finally, the way a drop of rain fell onto the pavement, so too did his crown nod. “I’ll believe you. As crazy as it sounds, I don’t believe you’re insane.”

      “But,” And he sighed, “Explain to me one thing, if you would. You said there was a door located somewhere upon the planet, one that held the ability to connect this world. What do you mean by connect? What would it be connected to?”

        Not believing she was insane was a kindness, perhaps, albeit questionable in hindsight, but she would not question it any further. She knew it to be true, and had seen it all with her own eyes, but could not bring herself to prove it to others. Letting slip that other worlds existed, that the world was connected to other places, was dangerous, under any and all circumstances. She was the one who knew, and saw, and witnessed, and oft did not speak, mouth sewn shut at the seam, a ghost among people, a chained secret keeper.

                                      Most of the time.

        “Everything else,” she said, plain and tone still yet unassuming. “An entire universe exists, after all. Some people say that it’s always expanding,” there was a hint of humor buried somewhere deep in her cadence, though it was belied by her still unmoved expression.

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╳┇@lotusborne

        She avoided colliding with him by a narrow margin because ( and only because ) she had stumbled and twisted her body in an attempt to catch herself. Lungs were burning and her chest was raising in quick stutters, sternum aching from the sheer amount of running which she had to do, to get far and away from the creatures running after her. That were still running after her. At once her body felt heavy yet she felt energized from the adrenaline and her head was reeling from the whole of it and she was still standing, though it was a close call, and she gulped oxygen as deep as her slight frame allowed her.

                              Continued running was the sole option that she could see.

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╳┇@kindlyiscatter

        “The ground doesn’t look stable,” she said, knowing that it was an understatement, if nothing else. The ground went beyond unstable into barely present territory, looking fragile and thin and unsteady above all else. Treading on it, for most, would mean falling and meeting a perilous doom at the bottom of something ( Naminé wasn’t sure, yet, and didn’t care to figure it out ) and they were standing on the final stretch of solid ground before a fall. Backwards or forwards? She could guess at the path they would follow, but did not wish to rush to conclusions.