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♕ PRINCESS CELICA fire emblem: echoes please read rules before interaction ! written by: amy permanent semi-hiatus

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she’s so fucken cute n excited im gonna scream

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @dicyde .

                                                  ❝  o -- oh !   ❞

surprise gets the best of her, & unexpectedness possesses her expression entirely. some cogs are shifting in her head : rationality, bewilderment, general confusion.              what a strange cake.           so, gloved fingers are folded gently against her skirt as she offers a slight lean toward the ‘ pastry ’ in lord kamui’s hands.

                  ❝  my, lord kamui, i didn’t know you could --  .  .  .  bake  .  .  .  ?   ❞

there’s something so sure, yet so puzzling about the implications of her statement. she’s blunt, but not too blunt  .  .  .  something in her yearns to know if it’s finished  .  .  .  and who he plans to feed it to.

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She was much more like fire than light.

Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @fensariru .

                                                  ❝  oh, sharena .   ❞

she passes words with a fleeting giggle, something airy, breathy, yet quick to evaporate into an aimless thought.

        ❝  you always seem so  .  .  .  alive. like you’re brimming with the lives of everyone around you.  ❞

like she’s dancing hand - in - hand with all, both willing & unwilling, because they all feel the pull of her gravity. despite the sheltered, closed - off parts of her, sharena breaks through the barricades & allows herself entrance. she has a warmth that makes her special; in a way, irresistible. something about her friendly atmosphere makes celica feel nostalgic -- gives her some sentiment of back home in the priory. maybe she reminds her too much of mae. they’d get along so well, she thinks  .  .  .  but, for now, she smiles effortlessly aside her. the air is lighter, bouncy, & free. it’s refreshing, & almost astounding that the hidden princess’s usual exhaustion has yet to unfold against her will.

                                                       ❝  it’s impressive, really.  ❞ 

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @virentiia​ .

                                                   ❝  well, it’s like  .  .  .   ❞

a brief intermission of words.

                 ❝  i’ve spent all this time fantasizing about what it would be like once the war was over, but     now that fantasy is reality and  .  .  .    ❞

& now this life has daydreamed to fruition -- there is no more alternate world to throw herself into, no more glorifying the nonexistent future in efforts to escape the present. she’s choiceless in the matter of the world around her & unsure of how it sits emptily beneath her rib cage. there’s something so rewarding about the achievements, yet something so dull & aching, & she can’t put her finger on what. perhaps it’s that it’s over. what she’s supplied all of her hope & being into has been ripped from her, completed, & oh, how she falls like a dove with feathers that have been ripped from its wings. there’s them, though. & they all seem so joyful, so full of glee & newfound hope. she’s envious in a way, but not bitter. she’s happy for them -- she just wishes she could be one of them.

                                 ❝  i --     i think i’m just a bit lost in thought is all.   ❞

another truth is evaded.

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @failset .

swiftly, swiftly, does the ever - so - graceful maiden dance upon her toes, catching her balance almost mid - air in efforts to land in safety’s posture. heels fall gently to the ground, yet, spinning, she has yet to catch sight of the world around her. reality doesn’t quite set in until the moment her book goes flying from her arm & her hand is met full - force with another’s -- ?? well, she’s not quite sure yet. it hasn’t exactly sunk in that she’s hurled herself into another person entirely. 

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celica i love u u are never a bother im gonna wither away

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Raging Hell Fires - Masaru Konuma - 1977 - Japan

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                 starter call !  ♡

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There’s something soaring, something ethereal about her.

Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from Collected Stories; “Morning Glories,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Celica

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` you did all you could do. ’

✩ ˖ ˚ . @dicyde .

expression is hollow, completely devoid of any emotion that might yearn to be sung. lips unmoving, eyes distant, as if staring into some godless land of abandoned future. shoulders fall limp at her sides & her fingers are parted downwards in a lacking attempt to fit the mold that she so desperately wishes to reform herself to. nothing matters now. no appearance, no leadership, no peace - wishing will or hope for a better future. it’s the first time since the battles have begun. bloodshed, war, fighting – they say it’s inevitable & she fought the notion with mind, body, soul, for the fear that one day she would lose someone. she’s already lost so many someones. to have this stain of guilt burden her fingers  .  .  .  she always knew it would happen, but never so soon, & never so brutal. 

melancholic loneliness fills the atmosphere & kamui empathizes so greatly, it’s like the feel the same nothingness. guilt is like the tip of a steel sword, prodding at her flesh, aching and sharp, while sorrow is like the far - off screams of fallen enemies. it’s selfish, after all, to believe in winning every battle. every battle she never wanted to battle, every fight she never wanted to fight, every soldier she never wanted to lead. how did she get here ? & why does mila torture her so ? a foolish thought. she shouldn’t have thought it. after all, this journey to save her mother should not be the same one to plant doubts in her mind, so she must rip them up before seedlings bloom & they begin to live & begin to spread. 

palms still drip with sweat & voice is quiet, barely audible, monotone, with some out - of - reach hatred buried deep within her words.

                                   ❝  what i did  .  .  .  was not enough.  ❞

they’d lost a soldier today. a brilliant comrade in arms. a worthy mage & a best friend. together, they mourn.

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I am ashamed to admit how wildly this vicious circle dances around in me, often for weeks, each misery doing the other every favor.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter Lou von Salomé written c. January 1912 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“ i woke up the next morning and i did not feel brave ”

✩ ˖ ˚ . @zioneal .

some sort of storm envelops her veins, & beneath her flesh, her fingers twist, aching. with every flash of lightning that strikes, she twitches slightly in the grip against the silk white that falls from her hips. the wind carries the ends of her skirt with a hidden rage masked with something of beauty – a purple sky that looms so closely, yet so far away. thoughts don’t race, no, they halt at some strange standstill. all words elude her as her hands move up to caress bare arms, swollen goosebumps unpacking themselves like they’ve made a return to in which they’ve lived there for years.

the thunder shakes the awning that shields them from despair’s touch – they cannot feel the rain, but they are plagued with some motionless nothingness. tainted with only the idea of what it means to dance to a tune of victory, to celebrate the death’s of fallen foes.

they stand with knees weak, bruised limbs, & shaking hands. the guilt is far too much to bear – the act of ripping soul from body   & to find pride in that ? her stomach would churn at the very thought of it. seliph, the boy who stands next to her in some soaked cloth, blood - stained & battered, closes his eyes for a brief moment before he speaks. he speaks something of bravery, something of the late night thoughts that would tear one’s heart & rip their rib cage open from the bitter inside. an act of pain, anguish, agony. she understands. none of them slept well – at least, no one heartless enough to not give a damn. 

some stuttered sigh breaches her lips as she searches for lost words in the echoing valleys of heart’s travels.

                                                    ❝  bravery  .  .  .  it’s  –  ❞

there’s a pause before boundaries are crossed, before emotions bleed from her like the crimson on the tattered capes of warriors.

                                       ❝  i know  .  .  .  exactly      what you mean  .  .  .  ❞

vague … & still sincere.

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                                  fighting off the violence in my cold skin.

             there’s darkness here. the whole world i fear. in my room i seem to drown.

                                                                                         –  revamped from 2017

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I'd like to feel nothing

✩ ˖ ˚ . @pariaeh. // x

OH, THE APATHY of dulled emotions, sharp edges worn until there is nothing left, until the unstable weapon in one’s hand snaps at the over-exertion, the exhaustion of merely performing its rightful duties. She knows all of repressed feelings, of the void that consumes one’s heart, holding it captive in its darkened possession. The wilting of a flower, the shedding of angel’s feathers. Petals, like feathers, they fall until there is nothing left. She fights until there is nothing left. Heart stolen, hands devoid of movement, face pale, knees weak. She & pain have become so closely intimate that she has donned it as her armor.  Her shield to the vulnerability of laying so exposed before another. How trust can be so easily shaken.

             ❝ I… I know… how that must feel. But is that truly what you wish ? ❞  

How awful it is, the emptiness that claws from the retching of her stomach to the loneliness held captive in the confines of her own heart. There are moments when all she wishes is to feel something, anything, yet there are moments when she wishes she could stop. When the overflowing amounts of feeling become so overbearing that she cannot stand to further this existence of peace in a lifetime of crimson-coated battle. How conflicting it is, these contradictions that walk as though she walks & talks as though she talks. If only she were valid in the advice she speaks. The words that peel from the fruit of inquiry. 

                  ❝ To feel nothing… Is that not just a curse more than a gift ? 

                           Do you truly wish to live in such terrible emptiness ? ❞  

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from the work of  amanda lovelace  ,  the mermaid’s voice returns in this one   (  consider supporting the author  ) .  pronouns  (  he , she , they , i , etc  )  &  tenses can be adjusted as needed

“ i’m dropping my sword ” “ i’m not sure which of us i’m trying to convince ” “ there was no one i could have told ” “ there was nothing i could have done ” “ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have ? ” “ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the person you never got to be ? ” “ i never meant to be here for so long ” “ when will it be my turn ? ” “ who was i before you ? ” “ you can’t fix someone else ” “ you were the first one i believed ” “ i don’t mean to frighten you ” “ i would seriously consider drinking the atlantic whole if only you asked me to ” “ what wouldn’t i do for you ? ” “ i wish you had been my first love ” “ you were always my favorite wreck ” “ why wasn’t i smart enough to stay away from you ? ” “ this isn’t that kind of fairy tale ” “ cages are still cages even when they’re designed to look just like castles ” “ staying with you is nothing more than muscle memory ” “ how can you just walk away ? ” “ sometimes we have to feed ourselves lies just to live ” “ i still have every part of myself ” “ you don’t get to say it’s my fault for staying ” “ i’m but a work in progress ” “ i’m still alive and therefore so is hope ” “ i’m my own sunrise ” “ be stronger than the villains ” “ your voice could sink spaceships ” “ you need to try anyway ” “ you have been known to pry the scabs open  ,  bleed them out ” “ i woke up the next morning and i did not feel brave ” “ we talk about survival like it’s a thing that makes you stronger ” “ i was a bird before this ” “ i remember everything ” “ my healing is ugly ” “ there always exists more than one opportunity for you to grow ” “ i meant to break open to make room for stars ” “ it’s time you give yourself a fair chance ” “ it was never as pretty as you like to pretend it was ” “ i’m used to it by now ” “ don’t ever take anyone’s bullshit ” “ you did not disappear unnoticed ” “ your scraped knees will always mend ” “ just keep singing yourself to sleep ” “ eventually your monsters will stop haunting  you ” “ you are not sad forever ” “ maybe the difference between remembering and hurting is just me ” “ does your pain have a voice ? ” “ you are worth spoiling ” “ when i was a child  ,  i used to believe anyone ” “ you did all you could do ” “ now you must learn what it means for you to live ” “ i’ve never been a river nor a lake for you to peer into ” “ my story has never been your story ” “ rip this page out and keep it with you ” “ be victorious in everything you do ” “ disturb the gods  ,  if that’s what it takes ”