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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed.

BOOK I: SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS

❛ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ❜

❛ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly they’re probably better off that way. ❜

❛ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once.. ❜

❛ the answer is no. ❜

❛ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ❜

❛ delete your search history. ❜

❛ please practice blinking as others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ❜

❛ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. ❜

❛ you are a crayon. get out of the toolbox. ❜

❛ none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally. ❜

❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜

❛ take a long shower. wash your hair. wash the clothes you were wearing. wash the memories from your mind and body. ❜

BOOK II: ANGER

❛ frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from. ❜

❛ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ❜

❛ HELLFIRE HELLFIRE HELLIRE. ❜

❛ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ❜

❛ what made you so vindictive? ❜

❛ some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet. ❜

❛ your contempt will always taste like grief. ❜

❛ in the process your body is subsumed piece by piece. ❜

❛ you are the bone-deep fury of an abscessed tooth. ❜

❛ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. cheap vodka in the wound. battery acid in the wound! ❜

❛ vehicular arson is not the answer. ❜

❛ hate is a verb. ❜

BOOK III: PETTY EXISTENTIAL CRISES

❛ the sooner you accept your impending expiration, the sooner you can stop trying to swallow the sun. ❜

❛ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. ❜

❛ there are forces outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you. ❜

❛ when it all goes to hell just remember it’s what’s inside that counts (though many would not find you very appetizing). ❜

❛ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. ❜

❛ your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ❜

❛ in time you’ll learn that “just” and “right” only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. please don’t cry. ❜

❛ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ❜

❛ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places (what the fuck is it going between your teeth). ❜

❛ nothing can stay. ❜

❛ you can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot. ❜

❛ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ❜

BOOK IV: RESOLUTIONS

❛ lay them to rest. ❜

❛ they are there, hovering nervously. you will watch the skies. you will wait. ❜

❛ eat the other. ❜

❛ there will be scrapes and sutures: viciousness and victory. ❜

❛ no loose ends. ❜

❛ a cacophony of awe and joy and terror. ❜

❛ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. ❜

❛ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ❜

❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜

❛ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ❜

❛ twisting/screaming/uncompromising. every inch. every iota. ❜

❛ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. this time around, get inventive. ❜

BOOK VI: AFTER THE FALL

❛ lies you have told yourself: your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ❜

❛ decorating your meltdowns is all well and good, but a trainwreck is a trainwreck and it might be time to get a paramedic. ❜

❛ they tell you “there i nothing to fear but fear itself,” but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ❜

❛ you may have been gutted but you mouth is soft, your tongue is silver, and your teeth are gemstones cut to size. ❜

❛ it’s less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. ❜

❛ even spectres can tire. ❜

❛ seeing yourself for who you really are would be great if you knew where to start looking. ❜

❛ it pays to kill with kindness when you’re your own worst enemy. ❜

❛ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ❜

❛ your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. ❜

❛ frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick. ❜

❛ self reflection is important! whether you like what you see is up for debate. whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ❜

BOOK VII: MAGICK

❛ you are a quiet god, and your hunger is cavernous. ❜

❛ at times your body is simply a prison laid in gold. ❜

❛ death, dust, party, repeat. ❜

❛ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ❜

❛ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ❜

❛ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ❜

❛ if seeing is believing you might be in some trouble. ❜

❛ suspend belief. expel fear. throw reason into a frigid cell, never to be seen again. ❜

❛ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ❜

❛ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ❜

❛ a mouthful of ashes bested by a life of smoke and mirrors. ❜

❛ what’s to be gained from the keeping the heaviest of treasures behind your teeth? ❜

[evcrkill]

buzzfeed unsolved meme | acceptng

@alnaari​:  “ because i’m a masochist ”

Tabitha can’t help but shake her head with a withered expression. She’s seen Ax fight, how his flair often dominates his sense of self preservation, and the idiotic injuries get tiring after a while when you’re the designated nurse.  ❝  If you get blood on my carpet one more time, I’ll let you patch yourself up ad die from  sepsis.❞

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【-⊰☼⊱-】

“You can’t let me die.” Axel laughs under his breath, only wincing when he flexes his fingers around the bandage. “Who else’ll keep crime off the streets and look this good while doing it?” 

The smirk touches his eyes when he glances back at her. He couldn’t help the flair and theatrics because he knew she watched him, or at least, wasn’t able to avoid watching him with how he’s plastered everywhere. “’Sides, I know a guy who’ll clean it right up. No questions.” 

[evcrkill]

;; i wanna follow more blogs (esp fandomless oc’s!)

IND. PRI. FANDOMLESS CRIMINAL OC - POISONER + PHARMACIST + STRAIGHT UP BITCH

give this a like or reblog !

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RAMADAN MUBARAK FRM MY FAMILY TO YOURS

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softly from the aether : i lava you & we both miss you ;u;

I LOVE U AND MISS U TOO <3!! ;0;

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I ALSO LOVE YOU ARE YOU BACK? ARE YOU BACK?????????????????

i am trying SO HARD to be back..................i miss writing with u ;__;

i’ll probably slowly ease back in (second time’s the charm lol) n become a very selective blog for now but ur obviously the top homie on my list to write with 

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i lov u bitch

aint gonna never stop lovin u............

[serotnin]

life hack: die

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an update

hello, it’s been months since i’ve been here last n a lot has changed!! ive been absent for so long that i dont have a lot of active followers here anyway but i wanted to write this down bc it gives me a peace of mind

so ya, im slowly trying to be more active here! i have a few dear friends who i enjoy writing with and i missed it so i at least wanted to try n do that. im done school but i’ve been crazeee busy with other things. lets get into it

ok anyway ive finally graduated! it was in october. i got a cricut machine so ive been doing a lowkey cricut business for events/party/wedding decor, and i’ve been helping my mother a lot with her cake business. i also learned how to do henna in the summer, and may table in the future for it!

I finally decided to get an ipad in november to start digital drawing!! ever since graduating ive been SO much more confident. i used to hide my design work/artwork and I hated presenting to my peers, which was silly because graphic design is all about presentation, collaboration and feedback. but now that I've graduated its just like a screw it, i can do what i want i got my DEGREE lol SO ive been practicing and posting digital art like no tomorrow!!! confidence in my art has really allowed me to have confidence in myself as a person and i just. im really content lately. from there i’ve been trying to have a bigger social media presence (at least on IG, i only recently got a twitter) bc I also have another business!! my shop for a lot of desi centric stuff but fandom stuff too!! and sewn creations. one day i hope to sew clothing that’s heavily influenced by culture but i just have so much to do. anyway it’s closed atm bc i need to create more products and table in person first but ya. ive been doing commissions here and there as well and alhamdulillah ive been freelancing with great company (praying i get to stick with them/they hire me full time!! inshaallah!!!)

anyway. i feel like ive grown so much. i’ve been stress-free which has been great for my skin and i have a much more positive outlook on life and i dont give the time of day to problematic people or feelings anymore and BASICALLY im in the right headspace to get a little back into the rpc without anxiety/fear of what ppl will think of me and the need to people please. i just really missed writing axel and wanted to start again. 

[evcrkill]

tabby: all men must die @alnaari: exists tabby: except u, u can stay

[destinysthralls]

alnaari said:💏 :3c [ KISS MEME. protip listen to ‘don’t think twice’ while reading this lmfao ] - @alnaari

There’s a moment before every kiss—where it feels like the world is about to end. It’s not the rise of the wave of a tsunami—it’s the moment where you look down at the rain-soaked beach and see no water at all. Anxious anticipation, unsatiable curiosity. Do you follow the ocean? Step after step, mile after mile, searching for your lost breath just to drown in it when the wave finally falls? It’s too tall to see, and too far away—but it’ll glide into a crash that will almost certainly take your life, body and soul. There’s a voice inside you, screaming, to run the other direction. To look away from their eyes—in every shade of brown and black and blue and green and gold—and step back and think clearly, give an answer to the question they’ve silently been asking you this whole time that makes sense.

Keep reading

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RULES — using only song titles from one artist / band cleverly answer the questions for your muse and then tag ten people. feel free to link the songs if you want!

ARTIST/BAND – Glass Animals

what is your gender: hazey how do you feel: woozy if you could go anywhere: the other side of paradise favourite mode of transportation: toes your best friend: youth favourite time of day: 10:05:16 (not a song, a teaser vid for new album. ft. song cane shuga) if your life was a TV show: season 2 episode 3 relationship status: lose control your fear: life itself

Tagged By: tagged by @serenaxluna Tagging: anyone! this meme is so fun tag me if u do it lol

[destinysthralls]

i wuv @pcisoner & @alnaari

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serenaxluna‌:

Saïx spares his companion a single, fleeting glance before turning his attention away. Guard duty is hardly the most riveting of his assigned tasks but the punishment for inattentiveness is not worth the enjoyment he’d get from riling up Lea — Axel, whatever. Their previous relationship is known among their circles; Saïx isn’t entirely certain on what it says about the situation that he’s been cast out from the meeting room like a grounded child but it had been amusing to see just how much of an effect he still had on the redhead after all these years. He’s changed, of course, as has Saïx, but the ill-tamed temper still bubbles beneath the surface.

❝ I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about. ❞ His tone is even, no doubt infuriatingly so. A brief, internal debate occurs in which he considers leaving the other be and allowing him to fester on his own, but Saïx has never been one to stop when it’s good for him.  ❝ Unless you’re referring to that little run in with your new whore ? She doesn’t have the best self-preservation instincts. ❞

【-⊰☼⊱-】

That tone, void of emotion with a hint of condescending that was entirely Saïx was what always, always set him off. He’d grown since then, learned it was a tactic to get under his skin but calling Tabby a whore----that did it to him. Saïx is against the wall within a second.

“Big words from Xemnas’s bitch.” He snarls, eyes darkening and the flat of his fist presses harder against his chest. A threat, as he leans closer. “Better watch your fucking mouth.”

He feels it. The heat rush to his head, to his cheeks. He’s beyond angry to see Saïx after all these years, beyond angry that he has the gall to talk shit with a such a straight face. Axel is surprised he’s not trembling. It was still too easy to get a reaction out of him when it involved Saïx, and it takes everything in him to pull himself away after what silence stretched on.

“My fiancée,” while his tone has levelled better, there’s a quiet emphasis he knew didn’t go unnoticed, “is a lot more capable than you think.” And he, like Saïx, has never been one to stop when it’s good for him. 

“A lot more than you ever were.” 

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i lov u bitch,,,🙏💕

<3 0 <3

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axorcism‌:

【-⊰☼⊱-】

A glow of divinity, a halo around her form outshining her usual ominous disposition for only a moment as her gaze falters, as her expression shows a hint of softening. Upon him. He found an ounce of pride in that. How an old title could bring her to her knees. 

A shame the same didn’t stand for him.

But her lips. Her. Something else entirely. She holds him in a gentle grip, fingers laced behind his head to tug possessive, almost, yet she teases with a ghost of her chilling tone on his lips. But a musical laugh. A paradoxical angel. How he yearned for her.

But his arms stay at his side, still. 

“I did.” He answers. No hidden riddles, because he especially liked hearing that he had a similar affect on her, too. “Do I have to be here for a favour?”

“Can’t I just…want to see you?” Beings like him don’t deserve to want anything. Spoken softer, but my does he have incredible self-control as he remains stone-still. Though he sees a sadness in her eyes…of wanting, of remembering. Something that was displaced inside him years ago. Inside her, too. It makes him want to embrace her. But he doesn’t. 

Alright, he does lean his head into hers. Just a little. 

“Or will I be in debt for that, too?”

⋞ ╰ ⚔ ╮ ≽ 

Ah, yes, standing here and holding onto the redhead ( her touch so careful with his presence as if he should b r e a k ) brings about ghosts to dance in the ruins of her memories. And with him so close, so painfully real to her, she is well aware those fleeting images are leaking into him just as simply as her internal dialogue; look at us… Please… I kept my promise, Lea, now remember yours —

{ But you did not keep your word, O’Knight, did you? }

Axel’s words break the visions, and with his replies, their old lives danced once again out of mind. Verona’s expression shifted again, not simply for his tone, but also due to the questions. This was proving to be most unlike their normal encounters. And lo’, somewhere deep in her chest a blade run itself deeper into her incorrigible heart.

Strange when she thought herself BEYOND reach; so very highly nested and perched on a pedestal of ichor and ivory. When she ASSUMED the Blackened One had all but bled every sense of humanity from her.

Impossible, it seems. No amount of infernal cruelty could —

The thought rips itself to shreds as soon as it begins; it does not matter… It will NEVER matter.

The Warmonger slowly draws away from him, though only slightly. Her hands move to sit against his face, her thumbs – the hints of her claws – brushing under his eyes and along the curve of his cheeks. There is a piece of her that is quick to answer, ‘n o’. Instead, she gently pulls him towards her, resting her forehead against his own. And there it is, Axel has coaxed from her a genuine and ever-rarer smile ( though faint ).

“You can,” Verona whispers in his headspace, “I will not bargain for company.” Gilded eyes search his face, looking for anything more to go on. Finally she relents, offering him something of her own, “Then I will ask something of you.” Her gaze intent on his, sifting with a strange gleam. “Stay a little longer this time.” It is a genuine request, spoken in a soft tone.

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【-⊰☼⊱-】

Out draw her claws, pointed and razor sharp, gentle though almost dancing in a tease as they traced over the skinny marred flesh, how sweet, saccharine. 

They were not benign beings. 

His eyes had not once shifted from her lips, studying the curves, maybe, the rose, but he does see how they quirk, even the smallest bit. It makes something in him churn. Something pleasant, almost. Something painful, at most. It was not an expression he often saw on her. It was reserved for him, he liked to think. 

And so his lips mirror, and the hands at his sides relents---well, only one, settled like a feather far gentle than he knew upon her hip. He could allow himself this. They could allow themselves this. 

“You could keep me here.” He says. “I know you can. But you don’t.” The hand on her hip dares to reach up, dares to trace a finger, just the tip, along the cut of her jaw. A flame barely sparks beneath. She could if she so wanted. She would, had she no humanity, had it not been wrung dry from the expanse of her wings, from the sin in her skin. Had she not believed Axel would return, as he always, always did. No matter how he tried not to.

There was a soft spot in her for him. This he knew. He tried to not take advantage of it, he told himself, for he was just the same as her.

He knew the answer. “Why?” 

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starter call. | @serenaxluna​

【-⊰☼⊱-】

“Figures that when you show your face it’d be working for that bastard. Fucking figures.” It’s a harsh accusation, acid in his tone but level enough to not cause a scene. He didn’t want to give Isa---Saïx--- the satisfaction but god did even looking at him spark something bitter and animal inside him. He always believed himself to have become more mellow as he’d grown, especially with Tabby by his side, but----Isa had always been able to read him so easily.

“Stay in your own lane. And away from her.”