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I seem to make these a lot, and I’m really sorry for that, but I wanted to give you all an update ! There’s more happy stuff in this one than my last one, I promise.
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I seem to make these a lot, and I’m really sorry for that, but I wanted to give you all an update ! There’s more happy stuff in this one than my last one, I promise.
Keep reading
I seem to make these a lot, and I’m really sorry for that, but I wanted to give you all an update ! There’s more happy stuff in this one than my last one, I promise.
Keep reading
I seem to make these a lot, and I’m really sorry for that, but I wanted to give you all an update ! There’s more happy stuff in this one than my last one, I promise.
Keep reading
I seem to make these a lot, and I’m really sorry for that, but I wanted to give you all an update ! There’s more happy stuff in this one than my last one, I promise.
small life update: tw for sickness and death.
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small life update: tw for sickness and death.
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i said don’t worry.
@despairinglies
“I like to think I’m a man of reason… however because I said so, is not a valid one, dear.”
LITTLE BOY BLUE | STARTERS send a prompt or send ✉ for a random starter. triggers apply.
is that a promise?
wanderers don’t have things.
we gotta go.
i said don’t worry.
what difference does it make?
i’ll be okay.
make your bed.
anything to eat around here?
i won’t get in trouble, i promise.
just late, man, just late.
you’re hungry, aren’t you?
i haven’t got anyone.
it’s kind of fucked up, though.
time to go to bed.
that isn’t the end of the world.
i don’t call you names.
he’s just a kiss-ass snitch.
you like to be alone?
tell me what you’re gonna do about it.
if you can’t lose quietly, don’t play.
we could stop for a bite somewhere.
are you a cop?
he’s just a kid.
you nearly killed that boy.
it’s going to be cold tonight.
do the rest later.
can you hotwire a car?
i don’t have anywhere to go.
you little piece of shit.
i didn’t kill anybody and i’m not running away.
there’s nobody. it was me and my dad.
oh jesus.
what now? i’m tired.
Drawings from twitter~ ★
crack thoughts with nyx: instead of crime and punishment, fyodor has notes from underground. he summons zombies. that’s all.
@contueor
would this be a new trend, perhaps? abilities, coming after him? he chuckles, low in his throat and he watches the other with that amused smirk on his lips - all evil intent and pride.
“Ah.... Rashoumon, maybe? I wouldn’t think that No Longer Human or Beast Beneath the Moonlight would look quite as interesting as you, let alone as dangerous...” there’s a saying, about a wolf that smiles in the face of being cornered, when taken into custody.
“If you’re looking for Shibusawa, I can’t help you. He was killed, by your own master, was he not?” there’s something about the tone - though matter of fact, fyodor always acts as if he has a leg up. and yet this time, there seems to be nothing but truth. he didn’t know where shibusawa was - alive, dead or otherwise.
@errantscriptor
how quaint, he thinks. a dog off his leash, and no less, coming to him. curiosity bleeds into otherwise bored violets, watching as the god himself - arahabaki, if his memory serves - moves to stand before him. fyodor’s own stance is too calm, too interested to react in another way.
“What brings you to my quaint little home? Are you lost, maybe? I wouldn’t think that Nakahara would let his ability so easily leave. I see no fog, and yet here you stand in front of me.” there’s that lilt, that false sense of knowing, that odd way he has of seeming as if he knows everything ( and yet this is the one thing he does not know. how is arahabaki seperated from chuuya? how is, if he [ chuuya ] is, still standing, if that’s the case? ). he doesn’t bother questioning it yet.
like this for a starter from fyo ;3c im gonna be doing some things over on my oc for a bit, and then be back to do these heh. also hit me up if you’d like to do smthn with shibu! i might eventually move him to his own blog
Angsty Starters
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“I hate you!” “You’re nothing but a joke. A con.” “… You’re scaring me.” “Ow! Let go of my arm. You’re hurting me. Please!” “You remind me so much of him/her.” “Sometimes you even sound like him/her.” “You promised!” “You said you’d always be there for me. What happened?” “Where were you when I needed you?” “Hey, look at me. Look at me. It’s *insert name here* and *insert name here* for a thousand years. It’s just you and me against the world, remember?” “We’ll fix this like we always do. Together.” “… You-… You hit me….” “Get the fuck away from me!!” “What the hell is wrong with you!?” “You’re nothing!” “I’m nothing…” “I’m sorry, *insert name here*” “Hey now, this isn’t your fault.”
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I love, I can only love the one I’ve left behind, stained with my blood when, ungrateful wretch that I am, I extinguished myself and shot myself through the heart. But never, never have I ceased to love that one, and even on the night I parted from him I loved him perhaps more poignantly than ever. We can truly love only with suffering and through suffering! We know not how to love otherwise. We know no other love. I want suffering in order to love. I want and thirst this very minute to kiss , with tears streaming down my cheeks, this one and only I have left behind. I don’t want and won’t accept any other. // fyodor dostoevsky. notes from underground.
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