I SEE A BAD MOON RISING.

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❛ halloween?         dare i even ask what such a day consists of?             i mean, if young ones desire something ‘ frightful ‘ & ‘ scary ‘ ..          i can supply a good scare or two. ❜

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Alright I plan to properly become active here in a few minutes ( you can like for a starter of any kind ) but I feel the need to point out something incredibly important in regards to my Remilia and overall my ( perhaps even unpopular in relation to the fandom itself ) opinion on a topic. now I know people enjoy shipping and all that jazz ( i’m the same way, trust me. ) but i’ve never been one to ship anyone within the Touhou franchise even in crossovers. It seems like a concept to them that they do not wish to seek nor indulge in. I mean, they practically live forever so what’s the point? 

this brings me to my next point -- It’s previously stated i don’t ship Remilia and I deeply dislike shipping among the Scarlet Devil Manor characters like? they practically function as a big family? And Remilia / Sakuya is one i deeply dislike out of them all. Especially if people assume Remilia would feed off of Sakuya when I see her as avoiding such a thing at all possible costs ( even being in pain for the sake of keeping Sakuya human ) I don’t know I felt the desire to point this out since it’s been on my mind a lot and i.

[gensokyobeat]

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Chain Of Scarlet Moon -Ver.Tam

Original: 亡き王女の為のセプテット ~ Septette for the Dead Princess (Remilia’s Theme)

東方紅魔郷　～ the Embodiment of Scarlet Devil

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starter call for when I'm home !

[wnq-writers]

I have demons to face, there’s no shame in that. Things to change about myself, a tacky fact. Assortments to push me to jot down my blessings but an actual confession is that I’m not okay with that. I want more and then some, I don’t want to idolize, I want to become that ‘one’ that’s raved over sound waves and back patted for rags and my tatted skin. I want to be able to tell myself that ‘I win’ Finally escape my shadow of sin. Find so called “peace” within and recognize myself for who I am until it’s too late and its switched to what could’ve been.

@jonahcapitalhill (via wnq-writers)

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Alright, before I get busy with icon making, I’m going to put out this quick explanation post for various points of her backstory that I have.

I chose Romania as the sisters’ origin due to Remilia’s claim to be the ‘ descendant of Tepes ‘ aka Vlad the Impaler & the ties to Dracula the location has. It’d only be fitting for someone such as them to be from there, in my mind at least. 

They were not born vampires -- hence why their growth is halted as varied ages ( Remilia - 15 / Flandre - Around 10. ) The stress pile up and the continued neglect is what activated the gene in a sense and overall, transformed them into vampires. Somewhat based off of this PV.

Upon the taking of their parents’ lives, the townsfolk sought to rid them of their own life due to being ‘ monsters ‘ & the like -- the human fear of the supernatural & unknown incredibly evident in this judgement. 

The aspect of the manor’s creation took more than just Flandre & herself -- or rather, herself as she had Flandre in restraints due to her instability.  It is probable, due to her charismatic nature, she got the aid of others already within Gensokyo.

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                               ☣ SPREAD IT LIKE AN STD ! 

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SCARLET SKY IS FALLING DOWN,                                        BURY ME SIX FEET UNDER.

[wordsnquotes]

Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole. I doubt that I’m the only one who feels this way. It’s the core of monster making, actually. Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves. Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them. We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper.

Richard Siken, Spork Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone (via wordsnquotes)

[darshanasuresh]

This is a growl to all the people who made me feel not enough. To all the friends who said they understood but never tried to show that they really did. To all the friends who laughed when I was happy and dissipated when I was not. To all the friends who gave me their bumble bee hearts when they hurt and gave me their stings when I did. This is to all those I cried over, all those I made my lips bleed over, all those I pulled the stars down over. This is to the time I missed meeting Happiness because I saw Love on the way home from school and was too busy chasing after it instead.   It has taken me half a decade to smile at the mirror and actually mean it. Half a decade to support the quiver in my hands. Half a decade to finally say I want to be okay. Some days, though – some days I still stare at my hands like they belong to a stranger. Some days I realise that even after all my talk on healing, I do not know what it feels like.

A CAGED BIRD SINGS by Darshana Suresh (via afterthelonely)