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♛ || 𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗦 : 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 ( 𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟭𝟵 – 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝟮𝟬 ) ♓ : ❛ You are eloquence and beauty , and your creative colors flow from you. Everyone can see your colors , your vividness. You are a piece of art the world has created , all of your happiness and all of your sadness make you who you are. Stop changing yourself , you already know who you are. ❜
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Mabel x
Keep reading
death leaves a heartache none can heal
love leaves a memory none can steal
now get up and go to war
girls, we are wolves we hide our fangs behind innocent smiles and red lipstick
girls, we are dragons our voices carry the heat of our injustices and pain
girls, we are fighters bullets and knives can pierce our skin but not our souls
girls, we are human beings we crack, we fall, and we bleed but we always, always stand back up
tonight , I NEED you to stay.
Trust me ———
you don’t want to know what I’ve d o n e .
can ι нelp yoυ noт тo нυят any мore?
I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I’m useless but not for long The future is coming on
Everything is fine Everything is fine;
wait…
something’s w r o n g
maybe love is like a rain,
sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential. eroding, steady, joyful
filling the earth, collecting in underground springs,
when it rains, when we love, life grows.
( to the stars ) the moon pleaded:
STAY
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❝ You seem a bit lost, little one... Do you need some assistance? ❞
Like for a starter, my dudes,
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♥ ┅┅┅┅┅┅| ᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ |┅┅┅┅┅┅ ♥
He was proud.
Sparingly would he allow the mere thought of weakness to enter his head. To allow tears, breaking, defeat.. was to be unworthy of his own law. The regulations he had shaped not only of his own arrogance, but to make a mockery of those that lost their lives to his trident. Patience, Bravery, Integrity, Perseverance, Kindness and finally Justice, each of the traits rosy cheeks and chubby fingers displayed. All were glared upon by Monsters, and with every fresh coat of BLOOD spread across the Throne room’s walls, a new law was forged against these virtues.. Only for one to disband every restraint..
DETERMINATION.
The cool water that darted past his toes irritated the skin beneath white. Crystals mimicking that of glorious, sparkling stars. Flowers dotted the landscape around, only the occasional empty tin-can or soiled boot did taint the serene and peaceful atmosphere. Only the loud rushing of a thousand droplets over the edge pierced through the air, and Verie’s voice..
Don’t worry? How could he not?
He said nothing at first, but had half the mind to begin a lecture right then and there. The Monarch had lost nearly the breath on his lips from his own selfishness and inability to govern his own pain. His Kingdom, his family.. all shattered and g o n e . .
He was proud..but he wasn’t about to lose one of the very few people that kept air in his lungs.
Quietly, a paw with retracted talons rose up. It dwarfed Reverie’s own considerably, even without black claws. With a grace once held by a young Prince instead of a TYRANT, the paw came to gently rest on the human’s shoulder. It gripped tight enough to prevent them from moving forward, but loose enough for comfort..
❝ ..I don’t think you’ve had any idea how MANY Monsters I’ve had to talk away from that ledge since our freedom.❞
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❝ That doesn’t surprise me. ❞ & it doesn’t. most monsters ( hell, most humans, too! ) have had a terrible time adjusting to the surface. after so long, they themselves have started to see the surface as a sort of SECOND HELL, in comparison with the rest of the world beneath, the world that a war THEY led... created. while proud of their friend for leading so wonderfully, they’re the one that forced him to become so cold. so angry. so... hurt. ( what happened to the playful monster they had befriended? ...they know the answer, they don’t like it. )
❝ ... I’m not doing that, even though I wish I could. ❞ just as an escape. to hide themselves away from everything. but that would be to escape permanently, and they know it. he knows it. ❝ I’m... not leaving you again. I promise. ❞ sometimes, though, they wish they could go back and redo everything. they’d never betray their friend. they’d save both sides, even if it killed them.
they’d do everything... the way that it should have been done. ( but they know that they can’t change the past. they’re stuck with their mistakes. shouldering it, and suffering because of it, just like everyone else. no resets, no do-over, NOTHING. ) the knowledge of that weighs too heavy on their weary shoulders. ❝ I’ll... I’ll be fine. The Surface is... just a bit too much for me right now. ❞ a warrior seeing an old battleground would surely be too much.
Not to worry, dearest followers, I’ve not “dropped off the face of the Earth.” I’ve been caring for my kids. Fleur happens to be quite needy. (I was not prepared for child caretaking!)
