✧･ﾟANGEL`S LIGHT

canon divergent / au reimi sugimoto. loved by hiyori. autoplay enabled.

[deadmansqira]

🐈 + flamingo !!

Draw Your Muse as a Villager! 

Reimingo! She’s ultra cute and ULTRA pink! 

[lifeinpoetry]

What I had once mistaken for death was, instead, a door.

Rachel McKibbens, from “the second time,” published in Vinyl (via lifeinpoetry)

[heavenaire]

♡. CONSEILLE

        she delights in the image of it, imagination soon weaving its own tapestry of HEARTBREAK REIMI: her cropped pink hair against the dark of the uniform, a fluttering jacket cape, maybe some fingerless leather gloves, an armband … she would look amazing ! she feels inspired already by the thought of it.  ❝ yes ! and we could have a little broken heart symbol on the front ! ❞ 

maybe yerin’s a bit too invested in it now, imagining outfits and logos and slogans in an alternate world, another planet, a plane where she and reimi go to school sewn up in pleated armor.  but she’s content with their reality too, spending a warm afternoon talking with her friend about silly dreams. ❝ with you as our leader, reimi, i’m sure a lot of people would want to join. ❞ she has that kind of effect on people, yerin’s certain she’s not the only one to feel so.

through the ramblings of a dreaming teenager, the joke almost becomes a goal, a mission: with each life being so precious, isn’t it only natural to want to protect it ? to help others ? if she could pave the way forward, if only by one small step, then such idealistic visions might even be worth it.   ❝   you think so ? it’d be nice though: to have people going out of their way more to help others.   ❞   she’s never seen herself as a leader, but she’d be willing to take the risk for something like this. but the sun shines in her face a little too brightly &. she’s brought back to earth from cloud nine, a reminder that icarus once falls from flying too close to the sun. it’s a nice thought, though. 

❝   i wouldn’t need a lot of followers though.   ❞   she returns to a more joking voice, rising energy from a previously softened nature. her expression brightens as she smiles towards yerin, lips curling as teeth show from her grin.   ❝   all i’d need is you !   ❞

[heavenaire]

♡. ILLUSTRAIRE

❝   saw  this  new  flavor  at  the  grocery  store  today.  you  might  like  it.   ❞    gently, if not reverently, rohan places the chocolate coconut pocky box on the shrine, to join the pink chrysanthemums laid out.

s. @heavenaire

body appearing from wisps of pink, akin to cotton candy that flutter around the quaint shrine, a hand materializes from the clouds to open the box and place a stick in her mouth.   ❝   hm ! they’re pretty good.   ❞   a pleasant feeling warms her heart as she smiles fondly at rohan, her most dedicated --- &. only --- follower of her small fortune shrine. she pulls another stick.

❝   want a fortune ?   ❞

[waterlogge-d]

the fire you once held is now L O S T 

multimuse as written by brooke

[heavenaire]

♡. FATETHREAD

    ‘’FREE SPIRIT? He’s missing his fucking throat! What the hell is wrong with him?!’’ There wasn’t a lot of time to process exactly what the fuck was going on around her between the bleeding dog and this eternal pile of shit over here. Maybe the fumes were starting to get to her…that dog couldn’t really be dead…right?

    Keep cool Jolyne. Maybe you’re asleep— or hallucinating again. ‘’Show me the way out? Yeah….show me the way out of this place it’s really starting to get on my nerves.’’ Out of all the ghosts she’s met these two seemed the most— stable. They weren’t trying to kill her so that was nice, they seem like Casper. Really gross, fucked up Casper.

blood pours to concrete &. reimi is used to the noise, as well as the extreme reaction given by the other. not many enjoy seeing an eternally fresh wound, a symbol of a disturbing past that never seems to fade. but her visage never falters. a smile peeks through despite the macabre experience.   ❝   nothing, really. he was really healthy.   ❞   past tense is not forgotten, a means of finalizing their situation. but even if jolyne doesn’t notice the specific phrasing, she remains noncommittal about explaining her situation. some humans should be spared the story of woe, a girl’s tragedy of her murderer running wild without repercussion.

❝   this way, then. follow me.   ❞   a hand beckons the other forward, taking a few steps towards the exit, a brief hum of contemplation escaping. her legs still for a second before she pulls out a box of pocky, holding a stick out.   ❝   but first, could you grab the end ?   ❞

[sugarcorpse-deactivated20190323]

                                                                         i love you so so so so much

[heavenaire]

YALL FUCKING SEEING THIS SHIT

[dualstarred]

thuskindlyiscatter replied to your post: just delete already @heavenaire

ok but im with hiyori i feel naked with less than 100 icons

all u ppl ever do is post different icons of ur muse looking off camera with this exact expression

[heavenaire]

i can’t believe you’ve done this &. with these tags ?

#AND U NEED 100 OF THESE :JOY: :JOY: :JOY:#i mean i feel tho............#i do but i love 2 drag my mutuals whenever i can

why cant you just leave us alone

[heavenaire]

@thuskindlyiscatter IS MY ONLY FRIEND 

[dualstarred]

just delete already @heavenaire

[heavenaire]

DELETE FIRST 😂

[lifeinpoetry]

                                     How shall I describe the wound

I was only a young girl     I cried and sobbed

hysterical    I would not talk

There was no place for me   I see no light in life

To be unconscious was as bad as blind obedience

to the etiquette of death which governs a young girl’s life

Exhausted    I am exhausted

                                     I cried    I cried

— Chase Berggrun, from R E D

[gouefef]

always wanted draw her she’s an angel <3 

[heavenaire]

❝   oh, so you’re the baker that kitagawa-san mentioned !   ❞   not that she’s very familiar with the male --- but it’s difficult not to be aware of his eccentric nature. after all, though the trope of STARVING ARTISTS are ever-present, the blue-haired male ... tends to take it to such an extreme measure.   ❝   he often brings his snacks into class --- they always smell so good.   ❞

♡. @gamayu

[heavenaire]

it’s almost as if the sky grows dreary &. clouds darken --- for a split second, a young girl of cotton candy &. summer sunlight turns into midnight horrors. voice turns deeper, she angles her face just right, her expression betrays little emotion. sugar rots &. so does her normally light personality.   ❝   ISN’T IT SCARY ?   ❞   a question, though mostly rhetorical, rings out. she gives a casual glance to the house behind her, where a breeze stirs the curtain, &. for a brief moment, one might’ve seen a shadow in an abandoned home where no one resides.

❝   they say she still haunts here today, wanting revenge for her murder.   ❞

♡. @nekurooma

[heavenaire]

theme edits finished !

[heavenaire]

♡. ILLUSTRAIRE

rohan, meanwhile, is staring down at his breasts in wonder.  nothing matters to him in this moment than these mounds, world zeroed in on the curve of them, covered by pink cotton.  he gives an experimental grab.      ❝    oh.    ❞     he mumbles, voice coming out like summertime, hot days filled with laughter   &   strawberry sundaes,    ❝    feels  real.    ❞

❝   it’s a dream. it has to be a dream. it’s a realistic one, but it’s still a dream.   ❞   the words are repeated like a mantra, as if the pure repetition will somehow make her words reality. they don’t --- but she manages to convince herself enough to lessen her anxiety.

a chime rings out to cause a shriek to escape   (   voice unfamiliar, like a mint flavoring atop vanilla ice cream &. the breeze of winter’s first snowfall   )   &. she has to soothe her heart before picking up her phone.   ❝   higashikata-san ... ? he’s asking to hang out ? he’s probably a friend, right ... well, then there’s no harm in accepting it !  ❞