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[damasareta-a]

createdaeth‌:

❛      there  is  no  catch  ,  once  walpurgis  is  defeated  i  will  give  everyone  the  choice  of  becoming  an  ordinary  human  once  more  or  go  on  .  though  i  hardly  believe  there  is  a  reason  to  ,  with  no  soul  gem  corrupted  ,  there  can  be  no  witches  anymore  .       ❜                                    perhaps as the  true finale  they would    locate    the incubator’s base      &&      lead an attack with all their magical girls.         let’s  see  how  many  there  really  are         if their cute puellas won’t be able to succeed, they would    lift  their  scythe      ,      &&      deny them. from    INFINITE    to  zero  , there was nothing easier for them.

❛      now  .   .   .   i  am  certain  you  want  this  back  .  not  to  worry  ,  it  will  not  hurt  ,  unlike  kyubey  ,  i  will  be  gentle  .      ❜                          it seemed  almost  as if they were going to    touch  her    for a second, though scrawny hand went    INSIDE    her chest. it must have looked strange, though at least a  body  without mass could not hurt.      unless  they  wanted  it  to      the    aquatic  soul    followed suit. first her personality, hopes      &&      goals. the core of her soul. then memories      &&      recent impressions.                        ❛      how  do  you  feel  ??      ❜

the exchange is warranted, however, there is a discomfort that lingers when a hand nears towards her. logically, sayaka is aware that this is the better outcome as opposed to the agreement made with kyubey previously. safer, suited to PROTECT her well-being and the well-being of others. whereas the previous was intended for ultimate destruction. the sight of the hand moving through her sends alert through her veins, though she refuses to react out of fear. reaching the brink of destruction, her ability to defend herself has almost diminished; therefore, she remains COMPOSED in the process.

there is no pain. there is a reduction in discomfort. in fact, sayaka is not sure what she is supposed to feel. mind having to catch itself up to the reality of what’s going on, she’s unaware of where to search for a change in herself. perhaps, the LOGIC behind knowing her soul is restored is comforting. however, it is hard to believe when she’s mentally cornered herself into believing in loss forever.  ❝ alright, i guess.. complete, in a way. knowing it’s [ the soul ] back with me. hard to believe i’ll still be alright to fight, but i’m ready.❞  

[damasareta-a]

mappedfates‌:

                       WHAT ONE WOULD CONSIDER TO  be EVIL and SPITEFULNESS , has yet lived thy truths of the contracts. NAIVETY yet to experience the true tragedies of whats to comes from the paths that they have chosen. STRIPPED OF SALVATION ? Most definitely ; after all, she was nothing but the devil’s advocate. How could a sinner be granted salvation when she’s already into the depths of hell? “ Oh c’mon now — don’t be like that now, rookie ! ” digits woven into the ends of the crimson pony tail that dangles at the back of her head , “ I have coming bearin’ a second gift for ya’. What kind of good senpai would I be , if I just left ya’ ta’ the wolves ta’ die, hm? ” though, they were probably considered safer compared the wolf that stood here currently.

                              “ what if I told ya’ that  there’s a way ta’ fix it – ta’ get the endin’ ya’ truly want? hm? Ya’ really could have the guy , an’ not worry about dealin’ with kyubey? Wouldn’t ya’ be interested then in what I gotta offer ya’? Or do I haf’ta prove my point? I mean , I easily could. It just takes a quick jump over the wall and the crunching sound of bones under my boot. Your pick. ”

there isn’t a single thing that sayaka wants from the other. whether, actions are in good will or not. as far as she knows, kyoko hasn’t obtained anything in contrast from sayaka that’s appealing to her. just her ineffective means of preserving power over others. her spitefulness that deters multiple from wanting to give her attention and time. the worst thing in the world would be to become anything that kyoko is.

though, the term ‘ fix ‘ is thrown around, in which this entices her in the slightest, for there’s this lingering feel of guilt that’s resided in her since forming her contract with kyubey. however, sayaka refuses to indulge. especially, when kyoko is threatening the well-being of others as a means to get her to listen. whatever she’s offering couldn’t possibly be of value. ❝ you can say whatever you want to. ❞ she opts out of mentioning how sayaka will be absolutely reluctant in hearing it.  ❝ ----but i don’t have anything that needs fixing. ❞  

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[damasareta-a]

createdaeth‌:

❛      of  course  ,  but  i  am  not  like  the  incubator  ,  it  would  be  best  if  i  tell  you  what  the  contract  with  me  is  all  about  ,  would  it  not  ??      ❜                               they shared  kyubey  ‘s point of view. the girls did not ask,    it  was  their  own  fault    . never blame the  spider  when it was the butterfly who was too careless flying around. the concept freed the  little things  from being eaten, only to put them in a    case  of  glass    , so they may be  entertaining  for as long as possible. it was a    GREAT  CASE    , however. a gigantic cage, even. they wouldn’t know they existed solely so their  resolve  could be properly spectated. they had it  well  , never would they suffer if the creator would grant them    every  wish    . still it was best to  distance  themself as much as possible from the incubator, wear an  emotional  face capable of expressing empathy      &&      anger over their cruel fate. the truth was  more complicated than that  ,  though through the eyes of a desperate teenager everyone who was unlike kyubey was  good  .                                    ❛      i  mostly  just  make  the  soul  gems  indestrucable  ,  though  i  can  also  put  them  back  in  their  original  place  .  you  would  still  be  able  to  transform      &&      use  magic  ,  unless  it  is  your  previous  life  you  wish  ,  then  i  will  reverse  everything  .  if  you  do  fight  ,  fight  every  witch  that  is  left  ,  including  a  walpurgis  that  is  headed  this  way  .       ❜

once again, she tries to jump into something without consideration of the conditions. considering how the previous contract crushed her to the brink of death, one would assume that she would be more diligent in making her decisions. she’s grateful that the concept pauses her haste in order to explain what she’s getting into.

it isn’t the concept of being a magical girl that DESTROYS HER. the ability to defend others is what she agreed to do. she was previously eager to obtain her magic and use it for good. everything became distorted upon realization that she was nothing more than a body that is obligated to fight---no longer a person deserving of anything but battle. however, the option to keep her magic while remaining a PERSON is an ideal fate.  ❝ i don’t need grief seeds or anything ? i just fight and am okay ? there’s no other catch..❞ if that’s the case, then she’s definitely on board. to have her soul restored and continue fighting for a cause she was originally passionate about. she’s skeptic considering how ideal that sounds. there has to be some negative, she assumes.

[damasareta-a]

createdaeth‌:

❛      just  look  at  it   .   .   .      ❜                                      they hold the    SOUL  GEM    with disregard of the act.    practical    it was, to have one’s soul comprimised into the size of    jewelry    , though in such a state one could barely see inside. all of the details that made the human soul    ‘    beautiful    ’    to begin with.                         ❛      your    entire  soul    cramped  into  a  gem  as  if  it  really  is    that  small    .  you  can  barely  see  most  of  it  other  than  the  surface  .      ❜

there was a    CAREFREE  ATTITUDE    in  how they threw the little thing high up, with as little as a snip of their fingers the surface cracked.      BUT  DO  NOT  MISTAKE      , this was not the end. the gem might shatter, though only because the    soul  expanded    . soon the entire station was filled with what could only be described as a    BLUE  UNIVERSE    . the black spots remain, of course. yet all sorts of blue hues were scattered all over, from a light azure to an ocean colored deep blue. the concept opened their palm, summoning what looked like another  miniature nebula  , ever changing in form      &&      color. with careful attention one might even be able to see vague images of places  /  people in the unexplainable mass.                                 ❛      that  is  your  possible  future  ,  always  changing  depending  on  your  choices  .  you  can  hold  it  if  you  want  ,  you  can  hold  all  of  it  .  just   .   .   .    consider  all  of  that  light  still  in  you  .  of  course  you  couldn’t  see  it  if  it  was  all  cramped  up  in  that  gem  .      ❜

eyes narrow when they being to criticize the gem’s display of her soul. not out of anger, but out of curiosity as to what the concept deems ideal. there was no explanation offered to her upon having her soul extracted and placed inside the jewel. hence, why she deemed its appearance an accurate depiction of what her soul looks like. however, they speak as if the appearance INADEQUATE. eventually, proving it to be so.

blue hues go wide when the containment of her soul is handled with such carelessness. conflict arises, for she understood this situation to be one that is supposed to aid her distress, not end her life. how cruel would that be ? to restore a glimpse of hope within her to grant her what she desired at rock bottom. though, her FEAR is immediately overwhelmed by AWE when the scene shifts, in which a blue nebula fills the space where they stand. the contrast of blues and black captivate her vision, in which she is able to spot incredible amounts of light remaining among the darkness she believed consumed her entirely. the scene represents and displays the potential that she can reach one day. that HOPE isn’t entirely diminished in her DESPAIR. the display is successful in instilling a glimpse of motivation to live once more. and this concept, seemingly holding a power that trumps the power that extracted her soul, is attempting to aid her in restoring that motivation fully.

 ❝ —you said... you could put my soul back where it was ? is that possible ? ❞

[damasareta-a]

mappedfates‌:

        OBNOXIOUS , NAIVE , BELLIGERENT ; These would be the adjectives one would use to describe said once knight , SAYAKA MIKI. Loud mouth and all, while she spits questions without ever truly thinking her way through things. Dainty fingers run through raven lock, brushing them over her shoulder while her gaze shifts, and now maroon is meeting azure with a single raised brow. “ Its called being polite. You tend to look at someone when they are speaking, to allow the speaker to know you are paying attention to what they’re saying.”

shit, that response actually makes sense. yet----it’s not like sayaka goes out of her way to talk to homura. so, why would homura feel the need to grant her attention when she isn’t asking for it. especially, since it makes her so UNCOMFORTABLE. ❝ yeah, sure. that’d make sense if i was talking to you when you do it. ❞

[damasareta-a]

createdaeth·:

mappedfates·:

   A PREDATORY GRIN curls, wrapping itself around the corners of pale pink lips ; maroon bled hues watch with interest , with amusement , with entertainment as the interactions between the two of them occur,  from the sidelines. OH , she was no fool ! She was very acutely aware of what was currently transpiring between them — the creator was damning her ! unraveling her very efforts , the tale-said lies spun , and the memories that had become twisted &. warped in order to make this work. They were provoking and tampering with the ONCE FOOLISHKNIGHT , all in vain efforts of unlocking what needed to be kept locked up and away. The memories of the truth that she had explicitly made sure she took the extra care in rewriting. A SICK JOKE OF AMUSEMENT was what it all was. A point to be proven to the damned , when that day was to come.

“ but what ? What are your true thoughts about me , Miki-san? Hm? ” The creator was trying to damn her ! They wanted to ruin her , they begged for war to begin among them ! with the current methods that they proceeded with , it becoming noticeable.  They wanted her to be ruined.      OBSESSION was a nasty thing to occur. Obsessions had ways of driving people on the brink of madness. Driving them to do the impossible , to rip apart goddess’s for their own selfish feeling , and rewrite the very fabrications of laws of this fragment. That obsession that now condemns her, controlling her every waking move &. action she takes from then forth. The love that drives her mad to be able to achieve the lengths she would need to do in order to protect what she wanted.

Even if she knows she will lose against them, she won’t lose. She will keep Madoka exactly how she is.

“ Tell me , Miki-san – what do you think about your current life style? Are you happy? Does it feel like you could living a dream type of lifestyle? Friends, family , even requited love – how do those things make you feel? ”

@createdaeth

this  was  not  war    ,  there  CANNOT  be war between the ant      &&      the boot. the law of cicles was    holy    to the puellas, if it weren’t they’d  gladly  tear her apart in front of homura         (         and   an   audience   which   would   travel   from   all   parts   of   the   sea   to   see   a   performance   of   the   cruelest   concept         )         it was not  alien  for them to make a    SHOW    out of an execution. the execution of a    happy  life    . a state of being they could never go back to, the lost    INNOCENCE    , a blissful ignorance before a missguided deal was struck.

❛      is  that  not  a  bit  late  ~      ❜                as if    prompted    by the creator’s    GROTESQUE  VOICE    , reality began to fall apart. what a proud,    snarl  like    , smirk was on gaunt features as the eerie scene around them began to crack.         (         not   unlike   a   mirror   being   smashed         )         the concept made no indication of this being    their  doing    , though they made no secret out of the  pleasure  they took from this moment. the structur for this world was    too  weak    for the strong emotion that caused it, such  inbalance  was going to be homura’s downfall. not that it mattered, they could all fall to hell in a teacup, those who    swore  alliance    to the truth remained protected as long as their    LOYALITY    never faltered.                       as such the distortion deformed every  human  or clara it touched, only    sayaka    remained spared.                     ❛      did  you  honestly  think  you  could  change  reality  just  because  you  have    LOVE    on  your  side  ,  do  you  think  i  won’t  hold  you  accountable  just  because  you  are  emotionally  broken      &&      obsessed    .         ❜                        

→    sayaka

questions do nothing but bounce off of the confusion that prohibits rationality from providing truth. her TRUE feelings ? are they distinct from the discomfort she typically feels for the other. then, the mention of a ‘ dream-type ‘ of lifestyle, which continues to stir her disorientation as to what’s going on in this interaction among persons and concept. however, she is HAPPY. in a state of enjoyment, though, frequently in question regarding the events around her. this scenario further distances her from clarity of mind. doubts of ‘ reality ‘ begin to fill, in which anxiety begins to arise. then, she’s immediately on the defense from homura.

then, it’s confirmed. the concept speaks clearly: this reality is altered and different from what sayaka knows in her core. habitually, she is not made to partake in this reality that homura allegedly distorted for her own purposes. in consideration of this fact, the entitlement homura must have to pursue a reality that benefits her and her alone, sayaka is bothered that each individual has become a pawn to preserve homura’s enlightenment at the cost of their own.

❝ this is all because of you ?! this fake reality ?-----what kind of psycho TOYS with people like that ! ❞

[bluechose-a-blog]

hi !! this is just a quick thing.

i’m starting my last semester of college tomorrow and it’s gonna be a lot. i’ve maxed out credits in order to graduate at the end of this spring and i’ve taken on a professional internship. my only free days will be the weekend, in which i’ll do my best to be active depending on my energy and muse.

thank you for being patient with me in advance !!

[damasareta-a]

createdaeth·:

❛     truly  ,  i  apologize   .   .   .      ❜                                 perhaps kyoko was turned    harsh    by the cruel world.      &&      while there had been hundreds of ways sayaka could have been    saved    by the magical girls around her, neither was chosen. perhaps there was something    PRECIOUS    about the inheritely wrong ways this situation was approached. life was faulty, why should those living be    DIFFERENT    .                               ❛      the  happiness  spread  must  be  in  balance  with  the  curses  ,  if  it  is  your  wish  to  become  a  witch  i  will  not  stop  you   .   yet  do  not  believe  nothing  is  left  .      ❜

it certainly    looked  like  nothing  was  left    , the soul gem was clouded in black. many souls looked like this, clouded with    grief    , close to breaking. suffering was not exlusive to mankind, though only    they    could gather an amount so large one wished to  die  . they looked down onto such suffering, saw nothing but chances to kill their own    BOREDOM    with the pain of others. was it not    easiest    to let her become a witch      &&      kill oktavia instead, or simply crush the soul gem right now. dying was easy, living was    HARDER    .                                              ❛      how  about  a  little  game   .   .   .   if  i  manage  to  convince  you  that  there  is  more  than  suffering  in  your  life  ,  you  will  give  it  another  shot  .  i’ll  put  your  soul  back  where  it  belongs  ,  you  can  still  be  a  magical  girl  or  you  return  to  your  old  life  .  if  i  don’t  ,  i  shall  leave  you  in  peace  .      ❜

scrawny hand reached out   .   .   .                    ❛      do  you  mind  giving  me    your  soul  gem    for  a  second  if  you  are  in   ??      ❜

the route to becoming a witch----now, that strikes a chord within her. for, she was never made aware that a transformation into a witch was apart of the deal when becoming a magi. having known that, she would have never put herself in a position to become something that brings DESTRUCTION and DEATH upon the lives of so many, whether, they are innocent or not. of course, becoming a witch is not her ideal end. this entire time, she’s just expected death when it came. though, this realization brings understanding to all her questions. the importance of obtaining grief seeds, the importance of purifying her gem----they are to stall the inevitable end of hurting others.

‘ put your soul back where it belongs. ‘ this attracts interest, for her lack of humanity is responsible for sending her downwards into a spiral of despair. a restoration of her past self ? she desires that more than anything. to once again be a BEING worthy of life, with a purpose other than to be an EMPTY SHELL that protects. though, how can this option be possible ? sayaka feels that it may be too good to be true. for, what is this being with the power to overwrite the fate that kyubey’s instilled. she wishes for an answer.

considering she clings to a life that will cease to exist within moments, she’s aware she has nothing to lose. ❝ ----i’m in. ❞ the blackened gem is extended forward, being placed within the hand of the other. better to risk this than to transform without trying----what a POOR FATE, to have death to look forward to, and not receive that at all. the smallest flicker of hope resides in the other to change the fate that’s been written. ❝ convince me. ❞ 

[damasareta-a]

creatorbled·:

❛     i  do  not    attempt    ,  i  act   .   .   .     ❜                                           they were    much  too  calm    for such a situation. there was almost no    blue  hue    left in the soul gem, one might even    BARELY    call it that anymore. the witch was  so close  to hatching, she slammed against her shell      &&      despair poured from every crack. add a    refined  note    of regret, a spoon full of hatred.             YOU  WILL  HAVE  A  HEALTHY  WITCH         either result was fine, though they    must  admit    , miki sayaka’s reaction to  walpurgissayaka  truly  was  a  bullied  child                         even in the  happy ending  she didn’t make it past this point.     but  that  could  be  changed                                              ❛     sakura  kyoko  asked  me  to  at  least  offer  to  save  your  life  ,  though  it  remains    your  choice    .      ❜

‘ i do not attempt ‘ and ‘ your choice ‘ are key in drawing attention. this response strikes her, for it is affirmation that they do not mean to coerce her into believing or acting differently------which strictly contrasts from kyoko’s, homura’s, and madoka’s attempts to guide her down paths altering from the one she feels called to pursue. URGENCY and HOSTILITY are absent from this interaction, proving that this offer may be something of worth. at the mention of kyoko’s name, sayaka should be on the defensive when considering their offer ; though, a lack of will just allows this to run its course. she assumes this is another chance to offer the same outcome, communicated in a way that entices rather than opposes. yet, there is NO LIFE to preserve. and if there is, why are so many willing to save something so worthless ?

❝ ---didn’t make it seem that way. ❞ mumbled in reference to a previous interaction with kyoko in regards to this concept of a second chance. the frequency of the offer to help is nothing short of an annoyance, in which she’s felt far from salvation for a while. another moment, and the final string that preserved her ability to continue would snap. ❝ how is it even possible to preserve it when there is NOTHING LEFT ? ❞

[damasareta-a]

@hiraethidity·:

▏   ◟   ⚞ ♢  ◝      “ OH BUT WHERE’S the fun in that now ? Yours is much more enticing, of course. Considering how must of a waste you are. Don’t you know how PATHETIC you really are, rookie !? You wasted your one wish on only not on yourself, but on some stupid boy ! A stupid boy who won’t even fall in love with you in return. You could have wished for anything , but you wished for regret instead. And here I am — offering you a friendly gesture in makin’ sure ya’ get the most outta you’re wish before it blows up in your face ! A fellow veteran helpin’ another fella’ rookie, ya’know? I don’t think my offer is selfish in the slightest sense. ”

                RUN LITTLE LAMB ;THE WOLF WILL EAT YOU 

Oh ; look how the tension that sits upon her shoulders that is absolutely visible, and admire the look that adores her features as she struggles in responding back to the solider. Inwardly scared , confused , and then , tha sweet look of realization that will settle within those pretty blue eyes. Realization that Kyoko is absolutely right. FANG-TOOTH smile settles &. eyes glistening beneath the poorly lit street lamp. MOCKERY present within her grace, as her hips cock to one side, and a hand settles ‘pon her own hip. “ if anythin’, ya’ should thank me for offerin’ ta’ help your chicken self out. ” 

OH, how she wish she could respond. offer words that provide just as much of a sting as kyoko’s. though, she fails to construct a clapback that will do just as much damage. perhaps, it’s because she fails to succumb to the EVIL and SPITEFULNESS that consumes the other ; in which it’s stripped her of her salvation. for sayaka will never consider granting kyoko grace for the person she is. though, no fallacy is raised within kyoko’s words. PATHETIC ? agreeable though denied. a waste of a wish on someone who could care less for her ? definitely. regret ? she continues to struggle with this fact. she regrets her desire to become some kind of savior, but will never regret the healing she’s provided someone else. kyoko’s sentiment stirs a multitude of thoughts and emotions within her. SHAME, anger of having her emotions so exposed, ANNOYANCE of the other’s presence, INTRIGUEf or her proposition. the conflict is quite evident between holding onto her desire to preserve justice and abandoning the world entirely.

❝ considering you haven’t offered me anything but insults, i’m not feeling all that APPRECIATIVE. ❞ she assumes that kyoko will follow-up with her so-called ‘ offer, ‘ that intends to make up for the harassment imposed upon sayaka. ❝ -----the smartest thing for you to do would be to BACK OFF. ❞

[damasareta-a]

creatorbled·:

@damasareta                   @mappedfates

do  you  know  what  happiness  is      , perhaps it was it was somewhere in here;    this  broken  world    . they walked through the streets unnoticed, how  COULD  they be noticed      ??      even the lord of this timeline could not feel what    did  not  exist    . clara dolls marched through the entire town, unseen by the humans. what     irony     that they marched right past them, the creator allowed    whimsical  sadism    to kick the dolls every now      &&      then.                             the creator had written    an  infinite  amount    of fragments, they could    tell    when reality was poorly structured.         (         akemi   homura   only   had   to  rewrite   a   single   timeline   ,  even   at   that   she   failed         )         authority would be delighted to see this mitakihara    BURN   . the flames of war would devour this catbox. 

SAKURA  KYOKO    was their right hand, it was only    natural    to seek her out first. yet whims decided to visit     ‘    the  mermaid    ’    at first. she, too, was a victim of this    selfish  wish    . perhaps sayaka was happy here, having forgotten all before god’s downfall. though do not mistake, they were not actively trying to ruin this  happy illusion  . they were as  apathetic  torwards    the girl’s happines    as they did not care about    their suffering    . yet as the    truth    they were, living in lies    DISGUSTED    them.         the  smell  of  black  tea  spread  once  more         suddenly, yet so casual as if they were here for hours, the concept sat on a luxurious armchair   .   .   .  in the middle of the street.  cherry blossoms fell, the river’s soothing sound in background only made the situation more    surreal    .                         ❛       do  you  remember   .   .   .    that    akemi  homura    is  the  devil     ??      ❜

the association of the term ‘ DEVIL‘ is not far from how she considers the other girl. frequently unsettled within the presence of homura akemi, there is a negativity that repels sayaka’s attempts at obtaining peace between persons. though, she wouldn’t go as far as labeling her as a term synonymous with the PUREST OF EVILS. yet, they phrase their question in a manner that indicates that ‘ evil ‘ is factual, and it resides within the existence of homura. this doesn’t quicken a sense of fallacies within her, for there is confirmation through the peace that rests within her upon hearing the concept’s question.

yet, a distrust lingers. for sayaka cannot recall a moment where she has previously faced the creator. though, remembrance is called for, in which she cannot provide an answer that she puts absolute confidence in. perhaps, her own mind betrays her ? the very question sparks doubt in her ability to KNOW. that the concept before her is aware of something beyond her current capacity to understand. 

❝ ----would as far as calling her that, but... ❞ given that she knows the other girl better, she may consider her differently.

[damasareta-a]

creatorbled‌:

@damasareta

the   black   tea   gentleman      ,  that was the    ‘    nickname    ’    given to them by the puella magis.      why      , because they always appeared with a cup of    freshly  brewed   black tea nearby.   an almost    PLEASANT    smile accompanying what was always such a    blank    expression, lifeless tone in a voice too neutral to be recognized as a man’s or woman’s.                                            the smell spreads    once  more    , without any other indication of their arrival the concept sat on the edge of a fountain. what witch’s regrets shall be rewritten this time      ??      what was carved in stone returned to    dust    with the touch of claw like hands.    this  grief    , they often compared it to tea.    without    it was naught but hot water, add too much      &&      it became undrinkable. no word to the magis, of course.                               ❛        may  i  aide  you  .   .   .      ❜                              miki  sayaka

approaching the brink of despair, deterioration of purpose has guided her towards a loss of will to exist. intervention from an external party is needed when sayaka refuses to preserve a ‘ life ‘ that lacks all humanity. the darkest illumination of blue struggles to survive within her soul gem, a tear away from SHATTERING. an offer to help is almost lost to her. grief barricading all consciousness from accessing a hint of sensibility. if anything, she’s just STILL. hands tremor around the almost blackened gem, dark eyes cast to the ground as if she intends to destroy herself. aid is all she could possibly need right now ; though, the motivation to accept it is lost within her desire to give everything up.

❝ -----you wouldn’t be the first to try. ❞ a hint of awareness of her stubbornness sounds. though, the desire to destroy prohibits her from seeking restoration.

[bluechose-a-blog]

hi !! this is just a quick thing.

i’m starting my last semester of college tomorrow and it’s gonna be a lot. i’ve maxed out credits in order to graduate at the end of this spring and i’ve taken on a professional internship. my only free days will be the weekend, in which i’ll do my best to be active depending on my energy and muse.

thank you for being patient with me in advance !!

[damasareta-a]

honeytwirl‌:

    WORDS  SPARK  WEIGHT  ,  a  heavy  pang of  a  mask  smile  sewing  her lips  upon  hearing  what  sayaka  had  to  say ,  of  course  she  was  by  no  means  wrong .  it  was  a  difficult  adjustment  for  her  for  sure .  after  being  a  magical  girl  had  began  affecting  her  mental  health   &.   stability  to  maintain  herself  straight   &.   postured  ,  she  was  forced  to  deal  with  the stress  leaving  her  soul  gem  heavily  polluted  upon  frequent  times  lingering  back  on  those  times ,  she  stomached  how  hard  it  was  being  alone .  but  she  doesn’t  really  have  to  worry  about   that  as  much  as  she  used  to ,  cause  it’s  alright  cause  she  has  friends  .   ❛    EVERY  SUCCESS  ALWAYS  starts  out  as  a  failure ,  that’s  what  i  say .  no  matter  how  long  it  takes ,  you  can  get  achieve  with  a  one  track   mind  .  it’s  patience  you’re  lacking  there ,  miki-san .  ❜  she  ends  up  with  a  slight  chirp  of  a  giggle .   

❝ hard to believe that you ever failed anything ! ❞ her adoration of mami as a role-model... teacher... LEADER... is what distorts her understanding of mami’s reality. no signs of weakness. at least, that’s probably what mami wants sayaka to see, and she’s successful thus far. it’s a lot to live up to: the example that mami sets. a pressure placed upon sayaka that she’s conceptualized on her own in order to one day be like the other magical girl. her expectations remain high for herself, with little consideration for her lack of abilities. as mami advises, PATIENCE is the virtue she must prioritize above all else. though, her eagerness to achieve strength in order to assist mami in her expenditures triumphs that patience. 

❝ you always have REALLY good things to say. you gotta help me work on all this stuff ! i feel like i’m just gonna get lost on my own ! you had to do this all alone ? ❞

[damasareta-a]

altarage‌:

  aster stiffens at the shrill shrieking behind her, not startled per se, but perturbed by her own impropriety. even under the velvet veil of night, the devils’ handiwork demanded discretion. sloppiness attracted attention from passersby, always the same, pupils dilated as black moons and jaws agape. and the incessant squalling, blubbering bubbling in the back of their throats for maligned mercy akin to stuck pigs. humans’ hysteria at bearing witness to the inevitable end seemed so performative, honestly. their terror is momentary, a fleeting feeling before the residue retracts into the subconscious. what did they know of suffering, after all? all the manmade horrors scrawled in storybooks and skulking across television screens could not prepare them for the spectres lurking in the shadows. 

some of which don flesh and bone as silk and satin. 

the suffocated corpse suspended in an umbral embrace suddenly collapses to the concrete below, empty eyesockets staring sightless at the sky, twisted maw framed in a soundless scream. sable spiderwebs woven upon brick walls uncoil, tendrils slithering towards the master that summons them until the horror fades. aster tuts disapprovingly, directed at herself as much as the petrified girl behind her. red slits from the skull mask sitting upon the crown of her head stare balefully before aster spins around. rot and ruin paint her aura in macabre shades, all death and decay and festering wounds and hissing cockroaches and all omens foreboding. importune is any soul to meet such an inauspicious entity, a harbinger of harsh winters and famine and disease. yet, the pallid, bony figure seems no older than the girl before her, still a girl herself. 

aster’s reaction is delayed as she appraises her unwanted guest, drooping wide eyes black and inky unblinking, expression unfathomable. a frown tugs at bluish lips before she averts her gaze towards the cadaver and back again. back and forth, her eyes flit before aster narrows her lids in distaste.

❝You have eyes, and your eyes do not deceive you unless you are willingly blind as well as deaf and dumb.❞ she says tonelessly, shot through with the faintest venom of a fangless snake.  ❝Senseless crimes occur everyday. You hear about them on the radio or read them in the papers, maybe gossip with your friends at school about the juicy details before you forget. The only difference is now you’ve seen one with your own eyes, so now the danger is real, is true. Seeing is believing, so they say. So, now confronted with this startling new reality, what will you do?❞   

a jeering note breaks the monotony of her soliloquy, a derisive lilt that smiles in her voice.

❝Kill me?❞

the horror increases upon the sight of the killer in front of her. this manifestation of evil has distinguished itself from every thing sayaka has encountered previously. even then, fear always fills her with each encounter. though, her duty to eliminate such evil veils the fear until the threat has vanish. in this instance, she questions her ability to do ANYTHING. for, she knows nothing about this danger. what she knows is she currently struggles in defeating the evils she is intended to alone. with her lack of knowledge and ability, she’s at a still point. combined with her fear of the unknown, she’s paralyzed in fear.

what she sees, she can barely consider ALIVE. for the figure, presenting as a girl similar to sayaka, appears as if a soul has left her indefinitely. the blue tint to lips, tugged down to indicate a distaste for sayaka’s protest. there is an eeriness, for sayaka should have fled this scene moments ago ; though, she lingers for she is not alerted of an immediate threat to her life. perhaps, her senses are misconstrued. though, curiosity keeps her stance planted, shaking eyes locked onto the lifeless girl speaking to her.

FEARFUL EYES narrow at the girl’s introduction to the rest of her statement. an attack of sayaka’s abilities to understand triggers ANGER OVER FEAR. true, this is the first time that sayaka has witnessed a legitimate murder occur. though, death is a concept that is too familiar to her. the loss or near loss of friends close to her heart, the attack of innocent lives every day----she’s quite accustomed to the evil that influences humans to behave in a way that is intended to take their lives. though, this being the first time that she’s witnessed an actual murder of an innocent life, she’s LOST as to the steps that must be taken in this situation. without further knowledge of this being’s abilities, sayaka knows an attack could lead to her imminent doom. so, charging and battling till the power from her gem is nothing but darkness is not an option here. what she desires, is to know what’s going on.

❝ kill you ? ❞ she begins. as much as she would love to exterminate all threats to the lives of innocent beings, she knows attempting such a thing in this instance would be FOOLISH.  ❝ i don’t even know what you are. other than a MURDERER. what i want to know is why. ❞