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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@forsakenflora
Florence + The Machine - The Old Religion
The Land Of Lior's Last Hope
@forsakenflora
The yellow hot sand blazes, deep like the degrees of a melting sun's fiery radiance. The reflection hits twice like the blinding glow. From a flashing objects immaculate enigma of transparency. Scar was helping the rest of his ishbala people. Seek refuge in safer homes to restore peace, in their lives in solace. Connecting with the people of Lior, felt like they were distant relatives. Fighting the same battles sharing the same wounds harboring anger. Against many who disrespect, their beliefs of an almighty god. Rose was occupied in the church of Leto relentlessly praying, for a miracle to save her. She devastatingly had a traumatizing loss, experiencing the death of her own unborn child. After the Elric brothers disposed of the town’s fallen leader. Who presumably performed miracles, through the act of a fake philosopher stone. Lior has been tirelessly reinventing themselves back in peace. To unify with people's devotion of faith bringing balance in the windfall of their hectic world. Rose kept outdoing herself countless times, to expect a great deed in return. For a reward through the nature of her beautiful kindness.
❝ My condolences for your loss Rose. You did enough for these people and for the greater good, in service of your pure heart. You are god’s child. So, your love will fondly be with your deceased offspring.❞
god's child, he says. sitting within the pews of the discarded church—of a religion that now feels foreign to her—the weight of scar's words does not go unacknowledged. her hand ghosts over her belly, as if trying to remember the feeling. ( he was here. he existed. )
though, she can't help but scoff inside. " .. i hope so, " bittersweetly spoken, she feels rather defeated. hope was the one thing the desert woman could only do. hope that her beloved could return to her in the flesh ( a lie ); hope that a better tomorrow would come ( it didn't ); hope that her unborn child is with cain ( is he? ) in truth, perhaps this was meant to occur. babies should be made out of love, not control—not hate. then again, everything that used to make sense no longer does. " god seems to pull the rug from out under me, these days. " out loud, the old her would've gasped and tried to defend their great sun god leto. however, her trust in such faith broke long ago. questioning it all makes her think of the alchemists who lifted the veil of illusion before her very eyes. her attention draws back to the ishvalan who appeared into their town not long ago. determined &helpful in his own right, one could compare him to that of some messiah. then again, there isn't a need to believe in that sort of thing anymore." sorry. i don't mean to sound ungrateful. i know you're trying to comfort me. you've done a lot for us as of late, more than .. you needed to. " pausing, violet eyes soften, " so .. thank you, scar. "
watching fmab and remembering how much I loved her as a kid
HEY, you ever meet a girl who’s so genuinely kind and sincere and sugar-sweet that you physically can’t function around her sometimes because, –fuck, i gotta go.
(i recognize that pieces of this are unfinished but my back and hand hurts ergo i’m slapping it down because i have one job in this fucking fandom and it’s to make content for rarepairs i care too much about don’t @ me)
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No one on Tumblr talks about this scene
And a flower bloomed. A light, rosy flower, with the fragrance of God.
Clarice Lispector, from “Where Were You At Night”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)
body of the sanctioned
03 vs Brotherhood: The Price of Life (Liore Part 2)
Annotated Character Designs (1 + 2): Rosé
Artist: Yoshiyuki Ito ( 伊藤嘉之)
also 🌻 + forsakenflora/hinabae because i love her plz / @dolcetters
oh my god where to start. hinata and rose are two characters that can get SO maligned it would be too easy to write them off, or rely on popular trope. instead, crystal pours herself into every single interaction. she writes with such breathtaking love and skill, and creates such rich, powerful prose. and if that wasn’t enough, crystal is, herself, so incredibly kind and lovely. she has been so incredibly welcoming, wonderful, funny, and warm. she is so like the characters she portrays: full of love and ready to offer a hand to anyone who needs it. i am so glad to have met her, and to read her threads with hannah. she’s wonderful. / @hinabae & @forsakenflora
send 🌻 + a url and let me gush !
“You’re not interested in helping. You’re here for control.”
Merry Christmas @redstringraven , I was your secret Santa for @fmasecretsanta2020 ! I hope you like it , I'm sorry if the pose looks awkward I'm not very good at ship art!
dolcetters:
i knew it…………………………….
she wants to take the lead ........... take her hand dol ....... take it .......
dolcetters:
there is. nothing to see, here.
....... btw she would top ..........
innocently laughs at @dolcetters because of that quote .........
you love him, don’t you? him and his pale, long fingers tangled in your hair, running down your spine. him and his cold lips against your neck, your jaw, your chin. and in these empty church halls, with him, religion shifts and turns and blurs. his mouth is your confessional, and you sin, you sin, you sin.
the devil never seemed so holy (via sierrasrps)