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@hisdespair-a
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Have you fallen for a godĀ &Ā canāt get back up ??? Having trouble getting on with your daily life with the never-ending demands of the holy ??? Like or reblog this post now to try a new solution to godhood with this new FANDOMLESS OCĀ !!! Ito Hikaru is just a call awayĀ &Ā will ensure that the gods will never touch you again !!! sponsored by AtlasĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Have you fallen for a godĀ &Ā canāt get back up ??? Having trouble getting on with your daily life with the never-ending demands of the holy ??? Like or reblog this post now to try a new solution to godhood with this new FANDOMLESS OCĀ !!! Ito Hikaru is just a call awayĀ &Ā will ensure that the gods will never touch you again !!! sponsored by AtlasĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
(Ā Ā F A I T HĀ )Ā
Ā ire boy, fire boy, one with the dire empath, boy; grieving boy, melancholy boy; boy turned to coal / reduced to ash by the sheer intensity of his love; forgiving boy, forgotten boy, the one left to rot, boy; the never-gives-up boy, the dies-for-his-loved-ones boy, the knows-not-when-to-end boy.
Ā ` but thenā Ā“ wonders he, wandering fingers, gentle and delicate, framing with fingers the visage of a sombre mirage,Ā ` āwhat of you ? if you we are so intertwined like you say, then ā¦ Ā“
reincarnate boy, phoenix boy, one with feathers that cut deep, boy; and perhaps spirits know not of being corporal, yet why is it that when his touch fades away, he leaves with singed fingertips ? spiteful spirit, forgotten spirit, heart left rotten, spirit; i think, i think, i think it is because deep within this corpse lies a core that craves to be real so that it may fade / disappear from the cadaver it resides within.
Ā ` i do not think even a little of my sadness can do much in the wake of yours. and if my tears should be the price, then so be it. Ā“
perhaps, so, ocean boy; boy whose heartbeats beat in tune to the tides of june. ( but boy, donāt you know that what coaxes the phoenix to die is the heartbeat of your ocean ? )Ā ā boy turned to coal / reduced to ash by the sheer intensity of your love; a love like the ocean, a love like the sun; the i-wonāt-give-up-on-you boy, the i-would-die-for-you boy, the knows-not-when-to-end boy.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā but love does not end.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the heart which it beats in / merely. / stops. / moving.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When Hikaru falls in love with a being of starsĀ &Ā comets, there are things that will never be understood. Star flecked grin is tasted by black hole feelings, there is only a pullĀ &Ā there is a brightness that is tucked within. Too brightĀ &Ā burns at prayers that are marked by heavens touched feelings.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā There is no me. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ghosts of fingers reach upĀ &Ā tangled in the others hair, his halo slice Hikaruās palmĀ Ā &Ā how ruby stained ichor runs down the palmĀ &Ā it hurts, but mending will come with time. The reincarnate boy will leave so abruptly that he is gone almost before Hikaru blinks. The last thing Hikaru will see will be Tooru standing in the doorway, a terrified expression on his faceĀ &Ā blood in his hair.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā There will be more than tears to pay. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Nights spent tangled in sheetsĀ &Ā summer breeze fluttering curtains. Talking about starsĀ &Ā sunsĀ &Ā galaxies light years away, about how the universe looks like a blooming garden. The topics that were supposed to be voice tucked under the tongue. Now, Hikaru understands why planets are called celestial bodiesĀ &Ā the imagery rushes to his mind. The way that his mouth curls in at the sides, of all the puckered scars, that criss-cross his hipsĀ &Ā of the graceful arch on the palm of his hand.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā One last night. ā
In this universe, you told me that you loved me beyond the bounds of the multiverse. But here I am, trapped in that other universe, one without you.
@hishoeliday
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Five a.m. dreaming at noon, dreaming out the windows, eyes openĀ &Ā doors unlocked. Chopinās nocturnes on repeat as if Hikaru can somehow fill this cavity with moonlight in the form of a song. Hikaru feels like a dozen tectonic plates always shifting, never at rest. Therās a chasm between his ribsĀ &Ā it has a name.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā How does your quirk workĀ if time isnāt real ??? ā
(Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¤Ā Ā //Ā Ā @nuncimperiumĀ Ā Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā
@vanishedstar replied to your post āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Anyone want to buy Hikaru ???ā
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Iāll give him to you
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Anyone want to buy Hikaru ???
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There is a sharpness to him beyond the inhuman grace that resides coiled inside, forever a promise of violence; a glance reserved for the moments when the knife almost penetrates the armorĀ &Ā the burning sensation of salvation on his back marks that it is time to stand in the sunĀ &Ā let the prayers pour over his skin.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā I thought that tonight was going to be easy. ā
(Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¤Ā Ā //Ā Ā @imbrudenĀ Ā Ā )Ā Ā
š Would you classify the mun as an extrovert, introvert or ambivert? nya
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Introvert throughĀ &Ā through. ā
( Ā Ā Ā m u n Ā Ā // Ā Ā @vanishedstarĀ Ā )Ā
ā ļø What is one thing the muse wishes the mun could have warned him/her about?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā EVERYTHING ā
( Ā Ā Ā m u n Ā Ā // Ā Ā @hertheoryĀ Ā Ā )Ā
friend: are you alright?
me: *finger guns* no!!!
i guess this is what you were trying to tell meĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā this is what heaven is: fingers dipped in bloodĀ &Ā starved lungs / āyou quiver before GodĀ as he steals the light under your skinĀ and call it holy call it sacredĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā tell me did you really think heād forge you a halo out of your own grace ? // cred. // penned by Atlas // BNHA OC
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Hikaru has taught me that it is okay to take my time with things. Like, not everything has to be done right away. Itās okay to take breaksĀ &Ā reorganize my plan.Ā Ā
(Ā Ā Ā Ā m u nĀ Ā Ā //Ā Ā @noricksĀ Ā Ā )Ā
MUNDAY QUESTIONS Muse answers the questions about the mun
āļø How does the mun like his or her tea/coffee/hot chocolate?
āļø What is the munās dream vacation?
ā ļø What is one thing the muse wishes the mun could have warned him/her about?
š What was the munās first impression of the muse?
š How did the mun react when he or she realized they wanted to write the muse?
š„ What is your favorite experience together as mun and muse?
š What does the mun typically dream about?
ā° What is the munās ideal evening spent alone?
š¬ What is on the munās NetflixĀ ācontinue watchingā list?
š What photos does the mun typically share on Facebook?
š± Does the mun take their phone with them to the bathroom?
š What is the munās favorite fanfiction about the muse?
š©āš©āš§āš§ What is the munās relationship like with his or her family?
š¶ Does the mun want kids?
š Would you classify the mun as an extrovert, introvert orĀ ambivert?
š£ Describe a time the mun took a lesson from the muse in a real life situation.
Ito Hikaru does not fuck puzzles
Ito Hikaru does not fuck puzzles
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He cups the sunlight in his palmsĀ &Ā it burns to the touch. Pain as never felt so sweetĀ &Ā savoryĀ like chocolate dripping down his arm like fresh grassĀ &Ā vinesĀ &Ā bloodstains. GodsĀ &Ā spirits donāt know what do as Hikaru swallows the knives they made for his own destruction. ChaosĀ &Ā beautyĀ &Ā death are words Hikaru learned from midnight whisperingĀ &Ā Hikaru leaves them marked on his skin for fate never leaves his soul.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Did you take something of mine for a prank ??? ā
(Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¤Ā Ā //Ā Ā @shapetricksterĀ Ā Ā )Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Hikaru is a boy with eyelashes dripping stardust on the cut of his cheeks, his lips look carmine in the pale moonlight, like blood dripping into milkĀ &Ā how his chest heavesĀ &Ā sinks with every breath he takes. Dust settling on the bony outlines of his bonesĀ &Ā the air is stuffed with memories of nights spent before, chasing the shadowsĀ &Ā his lungs filled with blessed water. The taste of thunderĀ on his tongue shakes the bones in his body awake.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Why donāt we ever meet up anywhere normal ??? ā
(Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¤Ā Ā Ā //Ā Ā @heartslicedĀ Ā Ā )
