* 𝐺𝑅𝑂𝑇 / 𝐸𝑆𝑄𝑈𝐸.

𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙰 𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝙳 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

[espyrot]

CLOSE FRIENDS ONLY BLOG. this is the result of a handful of friends who wanted to continue writing together despite my disconnecting from the overall hobby. do not follow unless i gave you this blog directly or followed first. you will be soft-blocked.

no listed guidelines. i trust you.

limited, inspiration-determined activity.

no muse list. shop for yourself — aka i'll probably write whoever you ask for, but will reserve final choice.

as mentioned above, this blog is not open to the rpc at large for the foreseeable future. i'm not looking for new writing partners at this time.

[thedireful]

Today, suddenly, I reached an absurd but unerring conclusion. In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I'm nobody, absolutely nobody.

[aicidos]

   the years would have been kind to the monastery, had it not been for the constant ravaging during the start of the war, the absences from within. not unlike the past, yuri comes with the cold sting of a wolf’s bite, so that the hairs on dorothea’s arm may rise. five years of assuming he would be fine, trusting he could outsmart death as he has most nobles. and now here, in the flesh, there’s things he ought to hope for the future, something that moves beyond immediate threats or material goods. a different fulfillment. his dismissals are, though expected, not any less unwelcome. 

   “ why yes, it is. otherwise, the goddess would have no followers, ” she has long stopped pricking herself with that resentment, but to say it aloud without seteth to disapprove was something she could find delight in. “ you should know, though, i don't mind such a fate, if it means my songs will outlive me. that is .  .  . should this fantasy of mine come true, ” an opera of outcasts, as she once put it. dorothea turns away, casts her eyes skywards, the moonlight strange in its glow. there's comfort in that plain face gazing towards them, the images she could paint in it.

   “ you really don’t have an ideal future that stirs something in you, yurikins ? ”   @espyrot + cont.

[espyrot]

"do they follow or are they leashed and led?" yuri leads in loyalty, scruffs his fellows between his teeth when their bodies fall and demands get up, fight; he's tired of everyone speaking themselves into rest, speaking of legacy and what will be when those who fought are long gone. glaring into the earth, he stands with his neck straight and fists clenched — never bowing head to the gallows.

( yuri-bird, you never look at the stars anymore, hapi laments, saddled at his side, i miss when you used to fly. )

dorothea is another foul feathered by delusion if she thinks anything survives this and, yet still, they have to survive it. "i count my futures in each fatal blow that misses. if i look further than that, i'll be dead on the morrow. like so many others." then, to be cruel, "like ferdinand."

[espyrot]

❝ come on, we all have fantasies. ❞ from dorothea to yuri!

"fantasy is for before burial," terse, blade beneath tongue and dirt loose around teeth, yet it draws ghosts from grave. something unspeakable happens to children here, that slow death of innocence that bares itself to martyrdom or cynicism or, heaven forbid, devoutness. he counts it in lives taken, souls lost, books and books of names crossed out into epitaph: here lies fools who fell like fools at the world's feet.

yuri smells war coming like blood in snow, calling and sickening in equal measure. he bares his teeth. wolves are wolves.

do the roses keep that scent masked for others? @aicidos focuses on the songs sung before screams. "or, for those like you, something you are buried with." ; ✉.

[edenmemes]

hades 2 sentence starters

❝ since when did i even care what anybody thinks of me? ❞ ❝ a few true friends are better than a thousand friendly-feigning faces. ❞ ❝ curse these old wounds of mine…i once was stronger than this. ❞ ❝ look at yourself, you are too calm. suppressing your anger for the illusion of control. ❞ ❝ in spite of everything, i don’t hate you. not entirely. ❞ ❝ forgiveness is like a special healing ointment, to be applied sparingly. ❞ ❝ better to be modest than a braggart, i suppose. but you might aspire to be somewhere in between. ❞ ❝ there is a stir of something different in the air tonight…you feel it too, yes? ❞ ❝ when tears well up, let them spill forth; they’re not so precious that they need to be contained. ❞ ❝ i have outsmarted you…and i shall overpower you as well. ❞ ❝ my pain i can handle fine, who cares? yours, i don’t think i could live with. ❞ ❝ you really do care about me, huh. for the longest time i just wouldn’t let myself believe it. ❞ ❝ tell me you killed the bastard? drove your staff into his wretched skull, slid a dagger in his gut? ❞ ❝ you’ve a defiant streak in you. one you’d be wise to hold in check. ❞ ❝ you gods never forgive; why then should i? ❞ ❝ you cannot break me; that i know. ❞ ❝ if suffering brings about a better tomorrow, so be it. ❞ ❝ loyalty is either earned or bought, and it makes little difference either way. ❞ ❝ we are most powerful when we remain obscure; when we are underestimated. ❞ ❝ as you begin your next attempt at the seemingly impossible, know that i shall be with you to the bitter end. ❞ ❝ good thing i can drown my sorrows here, and guess what? so can you! ❞ ❝ if my safety is now your concern…you can begin by showing yourself out. with all due respect. ❞ ❝ if you undermine my authority, you shall suffer the consequences. simple. ❞ ❝ let’s not talk about the past, all right? i much prefer the present. ❞ ❝ even in a place of sorrow such as this, there’s beauty…gentleness. ❞ ❝ power always contains the secrets of its own undoing. ❞ ❝ for you? i shall not hesitate to pierce the heavens and the earth alike. ❞ ❝ i feel sorry for you. really do. we always want what we can never have. ❞ ❝ that was one of the worst sentences i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ gods do not go quietly, and history repeats. ❞ ❝ you got into my head. i want you out. ❞ ❝ sounds like you’ve had quite an eventful night. ❞ ❝ i don’t know, this sounds a little treasonous. ❞ ❝ we get to know each other, you’ll live to regret it. happens all the time. ❞ ❝ what are you fighting for? what do you hope to prove? ❞ ❝ my pain i can handle fine, who cares? yours, i don’t think i could live with. ❞ ❝ if there is some bad blood between us, i would like to know the cause. ❞ ❝ in this world, you can’t rely on anybody but yourself. ❞ ❝ spilled half my blood back there… ❞ ❝ quickly now, tell me but this: have you been…are you well? ❞ ❝ why do the gods do anything at all? simply because they can. ❞ ❝ spare not a single wretch that dares to stand against you. ❞ ❝ look at you, it’s like, just…wow. don’t even have the words. ❞ ❝ love and hate! the most powerful emotions, and the underlying causes of war. ❞ ❝ i am no stranger to the punishment of gods. ❞ ❝ you know who i am, and you know why i’m here. ❞ ❝ get up. you get off that stolen throne. ❞ ❝ must we always have to take a blasted side in everything? ❞ ❝ stand tall and show no weakness. ❞ ❝ the bigger they are…the harder they fall. ❞ ❝ come on, we all have fantasies. ❞ ❝ if i can’t see into the shadows, i’ll cut through. ❞ ❝ come to think of it, i’ve never seen you angry. ❞ ❝ things were quite recently much worse, and we’ve weathered worse storms. ❞ ❝ it’s commonplace to fear what we don’t understand. ❞ ❝ truths are only truths if they’re believed. ❞ ❝ oh, i don’t get offended…i get even. ❞ ❝ the more we wander, the wiser we get, hey? ❞ ❝ if you insist on siding against me, then i insist on making you regret it. ❞ ❝ appreciate the silence. we will have company any moment now. ❞ ❝ for all the dread and despair everywhere i turn, you’ve come to be a welcome sight. ❞

❝ i love you, too, of course, with all my heart and soul. far more than i could ever love myself. ❞ ❝ you goddesses, you wield your beauty like a blade. ❞ ❝ i may kind of like you, but that won’t stop me from doing what needs to be done. ❞ ❝ now, go on, grab yourself a cup and mingle with the crowd. ❞ ❝ you have inherited your father’s strength. ❞ ❝ all right, all right, i’m going. bye. ❞ ❝ there is no fury like that of a parent bereft of their child. ❞ ❝ one outcome awaits as you continue down this path. ❞ ❝ a small ripple can become a big wave. ❞ ❝ ooh, i love a good threat! ❞ ❝ you are even more than i imagined. ❞ ❝ time drags on when things are bad, goes too quick when things are good.. ❞ ❝ were you just…speaking to your own reflection there? ❞ ❝ a proper army needs to be driven by glory, if not fear. ❞ ❝ about ready to give in? you don’t have the fire. ❞ ❝ was that a trace of jealousy? ❞ ❝ really? looks like you could use all the aid you can get. ❞ ❝ you don’t know who you’re dealing with. ❞ ❝ couldn’t resist giving one of your pep talks, huh. ❞ ❝ you wish for me to step aside, make me. ❞ ❝ my name and business are not your concern. ❞ ❝ save your pity for another soul. ❞ ❝ please…don’t go telling anyone about this. ❞ ❝ how could you be so cruel? ❞ ❝ you, who stalks me as a nightmare…begone! ❞ ❝ but one small misstep and i shall char you to a crisp. ❞ ❝ i live in your nightmares. i thrive on them. ❞ ❝ i got us into this, i’ll find a way to get us out, ok? ❞ ❝ you’re safe now, you’re all right. ❞ ❝ i’ll carve you limb for limb for this. for everything. ❞

[enchantium-mfrp]

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[espyrot]

❝ i’d have preferred to stay with you a while longer. ❞ oh. ohtasei.

well-versed in macabre: ohta is in the glass case affixed to the wall, limbs spread out, pinned. this is not metaphor. maruki takes the role of lepidopterist seriously, displaying his collection in meticulous rows and thin needles: dead things categorized, studied, and displayed. the intent doesn't matter, instead the preservation opposing natural decay.

it's hypocritical calling for things to be let go of in their due time. hypocrisy is easier than complacency, is easier than dormancy, is easier than existency. whatever goro akechi would think in this circumstance, he should too. he's built off the perception of a shared persona, after all.

but ohta? ohta wants to comfort his brother. ohta wishes he could have stayed a bit longer. ohta doesn't know what to do with more time than he planned on having. ohta doesn't really deserve to live.

. . .

but all of this is later. right now, he's in the bowels of a ship, a bullet wound in his chest, propped up in @yishuns' arms.

neither of them are good at this part — grieving. "i would have preferred a smarter brother." gurgled, choked between blood and relief. sei's alive. that's all he wanted by the end of this, and there's no guilt despite the mark it'll leave behind. "less reckless, more considerate of my plans," not diving into danger where ohta knows his marker is, signaling a grave, "not so young and clingy."

i love you, sits in every word. roosting a home, claiming each jab as something cherished and prematurely missed all those nights he came home late, bloodied, and stared down at sei's sleeping face. ohta's family has always been and will always be only sei.

"not so prone to hurt." that's apologetic. it's a sin he'll bear if it means sei lives to feel the ache of it. "my insufferable little brother." ; ✉.

[enchantium-mfrp]

❝ ONCE UPON A TIME , in a land far away , there prowled the ravenous beasts that rend flesh & marrow . . . yet lo ! above the tower , the shining stars did blaze — the crowns of dreams , who smote the hunger of the night . . . o , those dear souls , for how long must they endure ? for even princes & princesses still must be rescued. ❞

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[espyrot]

❝ do not get lost in the past. you must keep moving ever onward. ❞ astraeve:D

her names bullet a list, each discarded into the next like graves beside graves — a deathbed of identity. the past is not held onto so much as leveraged, a trail burned, a ledger cleaned. that's before evelyn chevalier. now she holds tightly, carving a silhouette befitting the mold and praying it sticks.

release the past, move towards the future; no one says what to do when you cling to the present.

@yishuns knows her in ways evelyn doesn't know herself. "i'm aware, astra," fond, softened in the quiet of the limo's backseat, "but there are moments when the past should come forward, too." ; ✉.

[meli-mouse]

you cant go back

[espyrot]

❝ where were you? you disappeared on me so suddenly. i was worried sick. ❞ akira to yusuke HIII hi

it's typical, yusuke with a sketchbook in hand, drawing expressions and movement and crowds shifting through the subway. his head bent back, back curved to the wall, like something smaller than himself - insignificant enough that inspiration cannot be tempted; the same can't be said for the evening rush, its many heads double taking at the surrealism of artist and what calls him.

he should say i'm sorry or thank you for noticing my absence in the face of so much world to gaze at or i'm lost in this place that will not find me.

instead, he twists himself in a manner that irks the spine and says, "turn your head a bit, @aicidos. this lighting is excellent." casting shadows, it's like superimposing a mask. ; ✉.

[espyrot]

❝ i don’t know who you are, but i’m sorry you have to see me like this. ❞ heyyyy. aventurine @ argenti

this room brightens stingingly, sterile and cushioned in ways only wealth allows. no expense withheld for a stoneheart. [ tents dot memory, half torn from rods and soiled in mud, and the brief flashes of white in their gaps. ] a hat, feathered and dampened in dark sea, sits on argenti's lap. he caresses the fabric, lamenting how the colors bled out into greys; entropy seldom washes out, but this article led him with what hopes left in something so beloved.

still beautiful, then, still worth saving.

"no need for that. you're doing well." eyes flick up, roving the blonde tucked beneath thin sheets. haggard is a kind word for this, the pallor and dark-rimmed dips beneath eyes — something numbed thawed out. "focus on recovering, then we'll bother with introductions." it's pointless now when the want to peer at nothing still crawls where the light can't pierce.

then, argenti stands and places the hat on @yishuns chest. it belongs, yet doesn't, like an image cropped, filtered, and posted in. the sullenness of discarded extensions of oneself. "and i feel elated to gaze at you even now." ; ✉.

[tsubasaclones]

my cats

[espyrot]

❝ i can see it in your face. i don’t hold that special place in your heart. ❞ um. akira to akechi.

some call hearts wells, keep filling them with passions and ambitions and people, keep dipping the bucket in as a reminder. there's a limit, believe it or not. a heart overfilled wears at its bricking, loses water. @aicidos avoids this by keeping a revolving door, akechi deduces, circles those starved of love and, by some curiosity defiant of gods, gets enough to replenish what he's lost.

homeostasis. a well-watered garden yields fruit. all that poetic shit akechi can't stomach.

"don't start," exasperation warns oncoming ire, his boyish smile wavering, "there's such a thing as taking a joke too far." the rest sit in the dusk of an attic, comfortable where forgotten things are left. displacement hits before boards creak underfoot, and that's the comforting part in all of it— being the tacked on piece cut from one frame to another, forced to fit while not belonging. "you don't make homes of hearts. you make spectacles. you make examples."

i am tired of being a show, tiny and strained inside him, soon burned in the anger keeping the act going. "what's special about mutual benefit? when we're done, your heart days are finished." we'll be finished, he continues, eyes shut and chest constricted and mantra of this is what it was all for repeating, you'll be dead.

he sighs, then adds, "i don't hold a special place in yours either. there's no room for me, and i have no room for you." maybe a well is just a hole in the ground: empty or full, whatever is put in it is doomed. akechi's heart is like that, dried up and stacked with bodies. a grave they didn't cover. somewhere you can't drink. nowhere special, only wasted. "let's get back to work." ; ✉.

[espyrot]

❝ i wonder how many times we’ve met in our past lives. ❞ hey. from zelda to link

he treks where sacred dwells, in ruined temples, shattered monuments, by goddess statues — pilgrim in a world lost. all familiar, yet clouded, reminiscing peppered in spice 'til warm in the belly and stinging gums. ( pains that feel terribly unfair, at first, then a given in place of failures. duties into wounds, princesses into martyrs. ) age-old stories become new tales, pre-established obligations new burdens, and worn swords honed blades. his fingers trace groves in stone rebuilding etchings of past and prophecy, where he and zelda are two pieces of a tirade built in light, dark, and blood.

link walked this before at her heel and wonders now, how did you not bow your head and stagger?

it is easier to rebuild than protect what once was. "to me, only once," he signs, wistful in the phantom sway of hair down her back, "and it is only these two versions that i carry." one life restarted is too heavy without numerous others stacked atop it. link learns to carry only what he can bear. he hopes @aicidos will do the same in this world with so much to be lifted.

he hesitates, then his fingers move again, "feeling nostalgic?" ; ✉.

[hanagatana]

illusive realm

[espyrot]

i am reminded regularly that wen and mari have no mercy for me