MOVED !

catch me @liberons

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〢▓█  ✕  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒  ▷▷    of brazen urls

        i don’t know about the rest of you but i’m always so curious about URL meanings since i know half of y’all go all out with the symbolism without ever really expanding on it ?   so yeah, since i just talked about levi’s feelings on his title, i felt it was the perfect intro to expanding on why i went with this URL.

i.     brass ;  a metallic alloy of copper & zinc.   the relatively low melting point of brass and its flow characteristics make it an easy material to cast.    it proves highly malleable  /  able take on many of the forms given  /  it adapts easily to change.    a metal of choice,  shining in grand stature :  it is far more economical,  though more prone to corrosion, than its true golden counterpart.    a symbol of STRENGTH, and of insensibility and obstinacy in sin.     a frequent ornament  /  such of the SERPENT OF BRASS  :  built and elevated on a pole to remind man of the punishment they may face.

ii.     striking, harsh & polished.   there’s strength in this character,  resonance to this being.     he does not strike lightly.     though hard to dent, the world will hear it when you do.     he stands straight,  stiff,  head high,  harsh ;  and he will keep his hardened skin polished so that when they look at him,  they may face the reflection of their desires instead.

iii.     bold  /  defiant ;  to act without shame, to live with no regrets.   a caricature of insolence,  he behaves for no one but himself.    his morals stand within him but they are his own.     of vulgarities and simmering ammunition,  there are drawbacks to the chaos he can create.     he will waste no time or energy on relearning all he has known.     he will carry his bust but make no mistake :  HE IS NO PUPPETEER.     old habits die hard,  and he is proud of where his had gotten him.

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© 〢  ✕          MAKE      THE      CHOICE        ⸻—-                                                                        you’ll      least     regret   . .

indie snk roleplay blog  .    //        penned by  mar  .

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anyways follow my new blog while i finish laying myself 2 waste

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Have a happy new year ilu uwu

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!! I LOVE YOU !!!!!!!

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What’s your position ?

levi is a pillow princess bottom.

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“Merry Christmas, Levi.” Gently she slides a package wrapped in brown paper and a string bow. Inside, however, is a small leather bound book, handwritten with pages of sketched plants and information about them, and scenery from the places she’d been. All from around the world, so maybe if he encountered something he wasn’t sure of, then this could help. And finally, in the back, there’s blank pages for his own notes if he chose, a small message written on the first. ‘Stay safe.’ - R.’

〢▓█  ✕   𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒   //    ⌜  LEVIMAS    ▷▷   @bloominghands  ⌟

      THEWINDOWS MEET WITH LINGAMENTS      of ice.    SINEW SWEEP  /  over meadowsof aging glass.   When he touchesthem,  the heat of his finger is enoughto draw a hole across it,  lasting mereseconds before it covers again.   Outside,  grounds are sheeted in a thick, colorless coat ; the sky above an array of grey gloom  &  thunderous white.   The odd bits of precipitation have ceased falling.   There’s only a fuming wind carrying what it hasacross the way.   IT FEELS FITTING ;  crumbling whatever minimal greenery remainsin its path.   Torn from theirroots .   His hand draws away from thewindow,  an exhaling breath fading withthe heat of his presence.  

He finds her past the turn of the entry.   THE USUAL SPOT  ⸺    if the weather hadn’t been demandingotherwise.   Levi slows to a stop,  hands held in his pocket until he needs to reachfor her package.   A holiday gift .   He shouldn’t be surprised.

A SUNLIT DAWN  knows just how she sheens  /  skin silvery smooth ofgolden awning.   There’s fire around herbut she lets it simmer sweet when she can.  Tearing away the first layer,  he sees how pages look used,  how she likely wrote something inside.  It takes a while to recognize what the drawings symbolize  /  howthe letters work together.   His eyesshoot open once he does.

                       ❝   I don’t—    ❞     —need this.  want it.   /  hechokes on and swallows the words too quick,  glued to the shear time that must have wentinto this.     ❝   Robin, you…    ❞    …should keep this.  it’s yours.   He bites his tongue  / tastes its copper acrimony seeping out.   The ground is hallow but still his feet bleed from how long he runs across it, lost to fear and panic and barely remembering why he was running in the first place.   AFFECTION  IS A VILE THING.   He sighs,  and tells her instead :     ❝  … Thanks.  For this.    ❞ 

[muledskin]

❛ Does that amuse you? ❜ 〈 GOT SENTENCE PROMPTS 〉

/ some old meme but lol @brazcns

COLORLESS & SIGHTLESS, NOTHING / NOTHING BUT DARKNESS – NOTHING. SHE CAN’T SEE.   Lungs are expanding & colliding, posthaste —  in & out, rushing to catch a breath, rushing to feel around / sensation was her final ally —- DON’T PANIC, DON’T PANIC, DON’T PANIC, YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PANIC. !??? –  Hay, that feeling was hay against your hands, where did she fall, where——- where was he??  

can you feel the cold? it’s all around you —- Snowfall in the wintertide, settling with another season,  a fog suffuse the sky : the night’s heavy atmosphere only made it worse, dazed and dreary —- a pounding in her ears, what did she do??? in her disposition, uncomprehending her situation, all she did was recreate the depiction of his appearance within a lulling / twisted conscious, bold and masculine, lip to jaw to blade :  eyes that spoke louder than a tongue, eyes that tore through her, she liked that.  mayhaps he is not a sculpture of Zeus’s complexion or virtuoso by the gods with such warmth as apollo ( that one soldier), but there was a reason to hold fear —- A REASON to be watchful, a reason to bite your tongue of silver for once in your life :  myriad of thoughts, ones that were never to resound or brush from fangs…..for, appearance, it was priority.  Palms & knees / flatten / pressed to earth, now support her / they lead, one after the other, slowly approaching — still crawling like a dog, still on your knees, waiting / inciting anger / discomfort, lying, begging ——  why?  it will do you little good.

Are you shaking?  from the substratum / core — you are meant to obey / a cage of bone & a shell of pelt, sewn by discipline to a spine, wither & empty, remorseless, or so you were supposed to be, but, you, you still protect that beating heart / glass & jewels hidden behind sordid habits / manners, smiles forged for softer lies & laughter for bloodshed……tears for sorrow…..there is still weakness in that chest of yours? still, love.  still, regret.  still,  such pain.  they took you, husked you out & made a mule of you, your wit? your intelligence?  your beauty? you are not special in war, darling.  you are but a  device / pawn in the war.  you are a seed of rot.   ( SLIP YOUR FANG IN DEEP, BECOME THEM — show no fear, die for your people, it is your honor after all— lie there & die.)   you are not free.

the structure of feminine map / features, now felt a warmth, a simple falling from cheeks / eyes….tears?  no, far too warm, far too thick, it was blood. it clung / honey like & heavier / following the design of a jaw to the nooks of her neck curvatures.  Ah, AH, — HAaha–fuck.  hoary huffs / streams of smoke pours / veils above the raven mass & a head lowers / cranes from sight & to palms.   ❛ Does that amuse you? ❜    &  Osiris’s lesser, now speaks from the shadows, his voice is a song, a sad tune / annoyance strumming below his billows / his soft breaths, & ruthless stare, she could feel it, she didn’t need to see it to know, he was watching her  :   anxiety seeps in her very dermis, little girl, you had been laughing this whole time, hysterical without even being conscious of it —-  you can’t even control yourself can you?           LACHRYMOSE : stained the skin / eyes / hollow pools of gray / they are confine by slashed lids —  it’s better that way, better not to look, to be tempted ——        ‘    did you know, it’s my birthday today—–    ’     answer,  tasteless / distressing,  how far will you crawl — Ah.  CLANK   wood met dirt, she knew that sound, her crutch.    ‘   what a fun day….wouldn’t you agree, levi??? that one soldier was a real gentleman….   ’   but i wasn’t a proper lady.   HER TONE IS MELODIA, but something of it was near galvanizing / sad. her words, short / hurried out / erratic. Dear, oh, dear.  what are you doing — what have you done.   what they told me to do.      no,  what i wanted to do.  ‘  do forgive the mess i made?  ’   shut up.  don’t play with him.     steps / verdicts collapse / crushes against the barn boards — he’s coming / blade is taken out — now the fun begins?  

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i'd ask what you want for your birthday but i genuinely don't want to hear it

/ old af birthday ask @brazcns

  ‘    aw, you’re no fun — captain.  ’   notional but perceptive : playful but vile to the roots /  SERAPHIC & DAMAGE SKELETON, positioned to sit, clinging to her crutch / fingers embracing the wooden necks — finger thrumming / tapping / impatiently waiting….waiting….waiting.  She’s avid to tease & pull at the man’s loose strings, nearly ebullient —-  Have you laid eyes on her? watched & studied?  limbs are bleeding & torn / eyes shallow & heavy, but have you seen?  BELOW THOSE GENTLE CURVES THAT CLAD SHE — MAKESHIFT IVORY FLESH PRESSES ACROSS A CARCASS /  HIDING WHAT IDLES BELOW  / DO YOU BEWARE WHAT IS UNDER THAT SKIN.  do you ?    no,  the trail of blood they made, it’s all you can see right now, isn’t it.           ‘  no matter……i already got what i wanted today.  i’m very content with it too.  ’   

[brazcns]

So ... what's your e-mail address ? :^)

                    [email protected] 

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levi’s the type of guy to get hit on at a bar and give them his email address

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🎁 (birthday gifts or christmas gifts :thinking:)

〢▓█  ✕  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒    //    ⌜  XMAS  /  WINTER   ▷▷  @bfmet  ⌟

      CARNAGE CATARACT : CHILD OF THE SHAKING        colossus.   crestfallen.   he must not be too  unlike  the others.   just as forlorn in his history,  though he holds more static in frame.    HIDDEN  TRANQUILITY .   his impression is that of fragility,  so quick to keep quiet   —   but he’s proven  prowess .   insharp power of fight,  he is fire :  fickle  /  flickering.   how did he rank again ?    BRONZE PATINA  /  marblecasing,  forged  seraph .   he seeks sanctuary for his memories.   reminisce on fury :  what he felt so long ago.    DOES IT SOOTHE  /  SACRED VENGEANCE ?   middleblood  /  lost delusion.   will he be cagedby such wills on his own  ⸺   or will he find himself swallowed before thechance barely brings light ?   he whopunctures corrupted lungs  /  knife plunged deep through flesh  /   forgotten   ⸻⸻   nomatter .   

                                   levi’s palm taps fingers over the box in hand.   simple wrappings with no other adornment.   his hand rests easy on the boy’s sitting shoulder,  tall enough to make him bend at elbow.        ❝   heard you helped chip in on my gift last week.   ❞       levi tells him,  setting the box down on the new scouts’ table.   inside he holds a  sharpener  /  FRESH FILE  for his rapier :  something useful to start his time.      ❝   here.    ❞     a smack on the back,  and he turns to leave,  an unhurried wave behind him.      ❝   happy birthday.   ❞

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fuck it up son

                               ❝   GOT ‘EM.   ❞

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IT WASNT EVEN A FUCKING FIGHT MONKEY TROUBLE JUST GOT FUCKING WRECKED IM FUCKING CRYING IM SO GLAD MY BOI IS SO FUCKING STRONG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WOULD DIE !!!!!!!!! FOR HIM !!!!!!!!

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WAIT EVERYBODY HOLD UP

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//  godleid  .

               ❛  … ah,  ❜

THE BODY is a grave / an uncharted darkness for everything wretched and unholy — it takes root and makes a comfortable home out of the tough muscle that resides within the rib-cage. There is no tenderness beneath the scarred flesh, only wickedness, but she acts like she knows gentleness, anyway / if only for show, if only to prove later that she / has claws of her own. Her expression softens slightly, the corners of her mouth curling upwards into a small smile, and she places the teacup on the counter before resting her other hand upon his shoulder, carefully — she knows this is no act of surrender, nor of reciprocity — maybe it is pride that lingers on his tongue, but still, she thinks, it would be a shame to allow this moment to pass in silence, in mere passivity. The skin of her arm prickles at the lightest of touch, but she ignores it.

               ❛  … the type that is not easily persuaded.  ❜ Another brush of her fingers against the curve of his shoulder.  ❛  I’d say, it’s one of your more charming qualities.  ❜

      TACTIC, HOW THE REAL GRIT /         rests at the feet of her branches.   Unraveling earth with such tenacious patience.   He breathes in hummed indignation ;  the slightest,  languid humour behind it.   TO CALL IT  CHARMING  ——-  preening beast  /  such mewling won’t hide how you  snarl .   His eyes trace over where she touches,  hating how it vellicates  /  skin too keen on the temptation of touch.  They drop slowly,  just as he makes movement of his body,  frame leaning back until it’s plush against hers.    It rains heavy,  and he soaks it up like broken gravel ;  seeping through like ruined grounds  /  UNSACRED .    He crumbles.   Marble flesh collapsing  /  tangled decay in his fragmented bones  /  ash to powder.   And he reaches for the cup,  sliding out of such grip just as quick as he fell into it.

                                ❝   Guess so.   ❞   he drawls,  drawing back to the kettle awaiting him.

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the fuck u doin' in the woods with that monkey

That’s Confidential SC Info, Old Man

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don’t forget to prep kids