@COHRODE

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k im still super lazy n just wound up moving my theme code over instead bc i got 2 much hw to do n obviously… priorities first fdkjfnf

ANYWAY!!! i’m still using the same url so hmu @cohrode!!!

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k im still super lazy n just wound up moving my theme code over instead bc i got 2 much hw to do n obviously... priorities first fdkjfnf

ANYWAY!!! i’m still using the same url so hmu @cohrode!!!

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i wanted 2 revamp leo’s blog but there’s too much to clean up so i decided fuck all n... I’m gonna be remaking him KJNDFKJNBF

[thequotejournals]

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

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For a moment, Takumi doesn’t say anything. Leon’s message is loud and clear; it’s obvious that he doesn’t want to be disturbed, but Takumi is curious. Curious, or concerned. Either way, he wants to know. Takumi takes a step closer, shuffling his feet rather than a deliberate step. “…Was it something? Or someone?” He doesn’t know why he’s this curious, but Takumi doesn’t want to miss an opportunity to know something more.

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     “I said what I said, Takumi.” His voice takes on a more stern, harsh tone, and Leon’s wrenching away from the approaching prince. Shame burns in his chest, because he didn’t want Takumi to discover any potential weakness. To him, this was weakness. He says not a word, and refuses to meet Takumi’s eye. The mage’s taut grip slackens, and fingers slip from the fabric that conceals the gauze on his shoulder. “You’re worrying,” Leon says with a sigh -- admittance coming in the form of his short breath and tired expression. “...I didn’t want that to happen.”

[dvoyd]

i’m sorry darling, i never meant to love you; to love you like i do— like a hungry thing that’s always eating. and i’m sorry i have claws claws and teeth and jaws glass shards and broken ribs; all these sharp things that are craving you.

a love like starvation | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[vriehedd-blog]

i.

He’s going to build a graveyard inside of you & you are going to let him.  ii. He is a pyre, burning away what once was &  creating what should have been.      He tells you he was born for war & destruction; you believe him, you already know.  ( Destroy me ) you think;        you have never  been afraid of storms.  iii. He smells of blood & ash;     you burn when he kisses you,     taste swallowed battle cries upon his tongue.   There is nothing soft about him, jagged edges  and sharp corners ripping you open   little by little       he’s going   to tear away what once was, and make room for something better. iv.  There’s   no more neutrality left within you, he has torn it out, thrown it away.

You are not a soldier,  you do not like the  front  lines or the scent of copper in the air,     but he  looks at you, a battlefield reflected on  his face and hope lingering in     the depths of his irises  and you pick up your swords.  v.  He’s going           to build a utopia  inside of you & you are going to let him. 

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Leo + Flowers for lineart practice.  I bet he’s a plant nerd!!!

[lostcap]

His hands are tangled in the sun and he should leave burn marks where his fingertips linger. He doesn’t. But sometimes you look to him, and know to your bones that you won’t come out of this whole.

It never matters how far you run, your scarred skin holds his memory | p.d (via lostcap)

[florizels]

What is the holiness of empire? It is to know collapse. Everything can collapse. Houses, bodies and enemies collapse when their rhythm becomes deranged.

Anne Carson, Excerpt of The Fall of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide from Glass, Irony and God (via milvertons)

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kiss me idiot.

The abruptness of Takumi’s voiced intentions startle Leon. He surprised, because his behavior is something he still isn’t quite used to (he doesn't think he could ever accustom to the chaste nature of Takumi’s desires). He jolts, and crimson flicker in a downward sweep -- fleeting from the impact. His cheeks flush with laughable ease, and Leon silently curses to himself. He doesn’t respond immediately, and the unshakable shame wells in the pit of his stomach, threatening to have him grimace -- revolt.

     He doesn’t.

Takumi stays, despite that. He’s always lingered, like a ghost -- breathing stigma into his lungs. But with time, that stigma transforms into something else entirely. It blooms, and it’s incarnate is a warmth Leon’s never known in this melancholic life. 

     “...I could do without the insult -- Takumi.”

By now, Leon’s learned to mirror intimacy. Fingers find the cloth of Takumi’s garment, and trickle through the wrinkles gingerly, careful to not tear (he can’t allow Takumi see into the fear that's never stopped existing). Leon learns through Takumi’s eyes, watching for the usual light that shimmers when Takumi watches him. When he sees it, Leon knows he’s doing something right. He always looks away right after, and the discomfort melts away to make room for the solace in Takumi’s silent reassurance.

His fingers grip, and the palms of his hand presses into Takumi’s side -- sinking into the dip of the Hoshidan’s waist. Leon’s convinced himself before that he only mimics affection. Now, he’s not so sure (it shouldn’t feel so real). Leon sighs. “Come over here,” he hums. Feet shift in his stance, and his free hand comes to nestle the back of Takumi’s head -- ashen locks of hair spilling between the spaces of his fingers. Leon looks anywhere but at the other prince, and he’s too aware of his chest threatening to burst. However, the ghost who haunts his heart plucks the strings so easily (how does Takumi do it? Leon decides that he’d probably never know).

In a single breath, his lips are stolen without a sound.      Leon has always preferred silence.

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“What’s that?” Takumi’s pointing to Leon’s shoulder where there’s bandages. it’s pretty obvious what it is, but Takumi can’t hold back his concern, as strained as it is.

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     “---Nothing to concern yourself with.” Leon jolts as though he were burned, and the prince pulls at his collar -- the white cloth shrouding the evidence of injury.

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“It’s—I’m not flustered! I’m angry.” —– And Takumi says this, only because it seems to be the one emotion he is sure about.

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     “Hahaha -- is that denial I hear?” A pause, and Leon’s gaze ventures elsewhere -- his smile falling into something else; an emotion that he couldn’t name. “No matter. I should be off then, if you’re really not attending.”

[antigonick]

HADES : Can you hear the screams when darkness is velvet? Can you hear the wheel turning and the song of the scavengers? But it is poetry, you know —poetry comes from the guts and is spat out in a cry.

Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors

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hey, full offense, but if you’re going to send anon hate for someone hcing their character as gender fluid, you’re an absolute piece of shit!! ♥

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when u genuinely forget u made a starter call

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“Wh…why would I want to waste my time doing that. And maybe if you’d stop staring, it wouldn’t be red.”

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     “...Do I fluster you? That’s new --- since when?”