the weak are the first to go

black clover's mars.  scrawled by keffe.

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it’s     been     a     while    but    i    have   finally    built    this    blog   back   up   into   good   repair  -       so  please,   like  /  reblog    this  is  you  would  be  wiling  to  interact  with  the  character   MARS   of   the  manga   BLACK  CLOVER  !    !

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delicasin:

BLOG LIST AS OF 04/11/16.   EDITED 19/11/16.

sunao kyo.   fandomless original character.   ACTIVE.

trip.  dmmd.   INACTIVE.

mars.   black clover.      SEMI-ACTIVE.      CURRENTLY BEING REVAMPED.

szayelaporro granz,   bleach.     INACTIVE.      DUE REVAMP.

kureto hiiragi,    owari no seraph.     ACTIVE.

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a simple icon psd tutorial !! 1/2

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delicasin:

a lot of people have been asking me how to edit icons  &  such so i thought i’d show you a quick method / way of doing it with photoshop cs6.  now i’m no professional—–  but i’m one hell of an aesthetic hoe.  so it’s a pleasing process i’ll be showing you ;   

 to go from this     !!

to this    !!

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nuzzles against the crook of mars' neck ♡

      love is not unwelcome ;    in fact —-   it is more than encouraged.  but skin recoils ‘neath the angel’s touch.   perhaps it is the absence of armour —-     the nakedness of marble raw without its diamond coat.      he fears the perception of weakness ;    but melts to mercury as soon as holy features grace his nape.    stone shifts with an almost content whisper,  for warrior’s hands caress ink-spilled locks in their grasp.  he swears he can feel when the other smiles ;     in heart  &  mind ,      especially when lips kiss his skin.      “ yuno,  you’re so cold…  ”     he can sense the chill,  but also the roll of his eyes—     bothersome he may be;  but all because he cares.   stature closes whatever gap left between forms.   pressed together,  he shares warmth,    but decides its not enough ;   what if his love were to catch a cold ?   neck lies still but arm seeks out the edge of their quilt,  soon enveloping them both within frayed but secure fabric. its this that causes mars relief,     to know he is near  &  safe,   and to feel the love he has to give.       “   please,   rest.  ” 

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Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

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       do not act recklessly when i’m not around – the words of his brother resounded within his head as he looked at the individual that stood meters away from him, it’s looks were unique with skin that looked like pure marble, but it’s eyes were a totally different story. the knight has been waiting for his sibling to return, but something told him that this was not a person that he could chat with. ‘ you are not from here, are you? ‘ questioned, hands praying with the garment around his chest and shoulder. 

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          ❝ i hail from diamond kingdom. ❞    words spat with nonchalance, fingers ghosting toward his tattered grimoire ;   but skin doesn’t touch silken pages just yet.      finest cut stone creases with a thin excuse for a smirk ;     even the title paints the canvas a sullen blue,    for the empire was no OZ.    ❝ does my appearance present an outsider,  hm? ❞

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arms rest on mars’ shoulders - their weight light ( bearing resemblance to feathers on the topic / self’s entire being often compared to an angel’s by those that caught glimpses of his powers ), digits reaching for the back of his head, anodyne motions made to appease his lover’s FEAR. palpebras shut ( for another reason than earlier, - although the exact motive is unclear even for himself ); clasp tightened, mere inches left inbetween their frames. 

then it is when he hears his special other’s statement ( voice unlike before, distress emanated ).  so he responds to ease his ( once deadly enemy’s ) worries - baseless or not as they may be. ❛   —I’m not going anywhere.   ❜

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     ‘tis the penance that swallows cut stone whole ;    he believes it crude not to lay his life in the other’s words ----       he trusts such GOSPEL ;     but with hardly any FAITH.     words are simple comforts ;   but movement  assures.     the statement lulls him into devious security ;   quell underlying with a less than silent struggle.        crystalline frames exhaustion-traced hues ;   dimples find definition as if cut from marble,    inspiring the half-smile that follows.       ❛  it is not necessary to lie to me,    yuno-san ;    i know that is something you cannot guarantee---   nonetheless,  thank you.  ❜

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The weak are the first to go…that’s all it is.

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Dope page from Black Clover, Yūki Tabata

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happy birthday,  magic emperor.    / @windflew

            glossy cut o’ crystalline blue;   every inch scrubbed  &  polished to rid the stone of it’s musty encasing. perhaps it be a foolish thought;  to present such a gift to a beloved foe------    (  especially when it hails from the kingdom he detests so. )     nonetheless,    velveteen cloth obscures the jewel  &  its string;    marble tips handling such with the care of a mother.    he catches a window of opportunity,   snatching yuno’s palm  &  placing the package in such.    mars stands in wait of a reaction;    face adorned with nervousness.       “  birthday present;  to say thank you.  ”

ribbon encloses the casing; a small sliver of card hanging from such;   &  scrawled in bouts of malpractice,  reads a note,  from one lover to another;

(   never forget,   you are precious.   )

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kisses his eyelids. ♡ ;; petition to let mars sleep w/o nightmares !!

forever vivid ; forever THOROUGH.  he feels every inch of pain down to even the tiniest detail.  the terrors never cease ,   he finds guilt in tossing  &  turning every night ;  ( how do you explain the fear of your own mentality ?  )   instead ,  he chooses to grow weary  &  let sleep hang unashamed ‘neath his gaze.  the mage chooses not to waste the night with such visions  &  drinks in the solitude of the moon.  obscurely,  he finds comfort in those small, hardly noticeable huffs coming from the boy whom was once his foe, sleeping so soundly.  mind is lost to the stars  &  act is lost to sleeplessness ;  body seizes when his fragile stature is tugged from the night  &  pulled under covers.   silken hands touch stone ;  mars is just conscious enough to pick up yuno’s faint heartbeat  &  feel lips pressed ‘pon exhausted features.  he can barely retaliate  &  simply presses his forehead as unto the other’s chest;  tired mumblings spoke into fabric.      ❝ ... i love you. ❞

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precipitous outburst fazed / bewildered oneself ; hues patently widened — sensation ne’er felt hitherto coming into light alongside mars’ acute confessions. surprise is present on top of wan visage even then - insides growing warmer although his core stings. the vehemence put into expressing himself ( `trauma` mayhap having a role, yuno thinks ) traversing to himself; cold touch making him flinch ever so slightly before he tries to relax, hands raised & placed atop his former foe’s - skin just as cold.   ❛   —I won’t.   ❜   he manages to mutter, figure coming closer to the other’s subsequently ; arms locking him into an embrace ( but he doesn’t know if he should ).

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lids screw shut ;    &  he’s back there ;  back in that dusty cell  ( wrapped in fana’s frail arms. )  in this moment, he feels everything ;  sun splintering over skin of stone, breeze passing through rosy locks. the glint ‘pon his forehead begins to ache ;  such a bejewelled mark  forcefully embedded into the skin by the people he served.    mars bites his tongue. ( he is petrified ;   these emotions are more than abnormal. )  fear peers through dark lashes  &  stature quivers ;   but as soon as he feels the comfort of a lover’s touch----     the demons dissolve.     ❝  ... i won’t let them take you from me.  ❞

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❤︎  /  @ashadeofdawn

another face long forgotten since the emergence of the dungeon ‘pon the kindgoms’ border.   brief recollection speaks that he had cut down both her  &  a member of her immediate family ;   but of course,  the golden dawn’s flora never wilts.    ❝ your abilities are very graceful, miss----  i apologise for provoking you to use them. ❞

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❤︎ /     @eyetrash

❝  your anger is hardly suppressed,   warrior.  ❞    striking hues bear more than judgemental glances toward the clearly hot-headed male ;  ❝  do you think you could maybe  QUIET DOWN ?  ❞