｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ astral.

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virulentkind 

            warning or not , she need not take such advice   —   less , from that of a stranger , a person not belonging to that of mortal boundaries . any   &   all attempts to convey caution would fall upon deaf ears , unless dripped from the rose of lips `neath HUMAN mind .

                        ❝ you’re not a MACHINE .❞              statement razed the surface of sudden wording .                         ❝ i have no reason to KILL you . it would just be a waste of energy .❞

“   your  words  are  kind,  truly  they  are.  but  you  only  see  my   f a c a d e.  this  is  not  my  real  face,  nor  my  body .”      a  small  bubbled  laugh  escapes  past  a  profile  the  looks  the  least  bit  amused.  ultima  is  delighted  by  such  comments,  but  is  also  amused  that  this  mortal  form  fools  so  many.

    “  i  actually  am  part  machine            some  corrupt,  even .’

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Water Ceiling in Steyliff Grove

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 “  i’ve  never  seen  the  moon  jewel,  soul  spirit  of  all  realms.  how  did  you  stay  hidden?  heavens         i  hope  they  didn’t  lock  you  away  just  as  i . . .”

@moonjeweled  liked  for  a  starter.

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✎ ❛ i did only what I had to do. if I could have given my life for yours, I would have. ❜

idk what this is for but i’m gonna do it anyways.

“  you  musn’t  worry  of  my  life,  child.  it  is  i  that  needs  to  p r o t e c t  yours.   etro  forgive  me  if  i  fail .”

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     “  are  the  rumors  true?        could  you  be   as  h e a r t l e s s  as  they  say ?”   

@durnaar  liked  for  a  starter  !

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 whatthehell.  like this for a fresh starter, i’m gonna bring ulti back. 0

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‘  to  work ?’                   yoooo  this  is  a  new  commander  cullen  blog  for  da:i   !!   like  &&  reblog  if  you  wanna  write  together.  don’t  stress,  if  you  haven’t  played  dragon age,  all  you  need  to  know  is  this  guy  is  that  dorky  / hopeless romantic /  that  works  himself  to  death.   (  i  rec  the  game  tho.  )   this  has  been  a  promo  thing,  my  dudes.  god  speed.

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❛ After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly. ❜

a  darker  shade  of  magic    /  /   accepting.

“  i  have  killed  people             &  i  would  of  taken  the  lives  of  gods  as  well.  but  magic  can  die,  i’ve  seen  it  before.  it  will  always  flourish  from  the  ashes .”     magic  always  returns,  whether  it’s  wanted  or  not.   it’s  not  ultima’s  nature  to  be  dark  mattered,  she  is  aetherial  always  &  forever.  

“  i  do  regret  my  carnage .”   a  soft  hand  reaches  out  to  touch  his  own  wing,  gliding  against  grey  feathers.

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❛ Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it. ❜

a  darker  shade  of  magic    /  /   accepting.

“  you’re  much  more  brave  than  most.  i’ve  never   d o u b t e d  you,  my  star .”   it’s  easy  to  misinterpret  their  lives  whilst  most  is  spent  it  tragedies  &  heartbreak         but  not  a  second  has  gone  to  waste.

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A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜

❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜

❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜

❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜

❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜

❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜

❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜

❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜

❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜

❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜

❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜

❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜

❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜

❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜

❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜

❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜

❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜

❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜

❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜

❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜

❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜

❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜

❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜

❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜

❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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                         HOPE is so much stronger than fear.

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modern aesthetics: apollo 🌞

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“  it  was  a  metaphor  dear..  seeds  &&  legacy.   the  gods  and  those  that  sit  on  the  throne  have  a  very   c r u c i a l   role  in  this  world.  our  acts  of  kindness,  our  duties  are  not  for  our  own  health         what  we  do  is  for  the  people.  my  light  has  never  left  these  seeds,  but  my  name  was  also  forgotten .”       her  voice  is  soft,  yet  monotonous.  ultima  was  locked  away  before  the  world  knew  of  her  name,  or  the  powers  that  rightfully  belong  to  her  heart.  the  light  is  something  expected  on  a  day  to  day  basis,  just  as  the  night  is  kissed  by  the  moon.

 sure  enough,  there  are  no  monuments  in  the  name  of  the  high  seraph.   ultima’s  existence  was  erased  the  moment  the  great  crystal  became  her  prison.  perhaps  out  of  fear,  the  god’s  wished  that  eos  and  the  surrounding  realms  to  forget  the  existence  of  what  may  be  the  saving  grace.  it’s  on  wings  of  abyssal  darkness  that  could  turn  against  humanity,  six  dipped  in  black.      “ maybe  i  deserve  it,  maybe  i  don’t .  .  .”

@pierccr cont.

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i’m sorry. things have been slow here on my end. my tracker & activity feed is broken  &&  my mood has me hiding mostly. if i’m missing anyone's threads,  please let me know.

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 alone,  she  sits  reading  beneath  the  astral  sun;   rays  heating  her  own  golden  crown  on  a  beautiful  day  in  galahd.   in  her  lap  was  an  opened  booklet,  once  used  to  write  down  small  poems but  is  now  full  of  scribbles  for  memory.  exhaustion  flushes  over  soft  features,  a  sigh  released  past  lips  does  little  to  aid  the  island  healer  from  day  to  day  stress.   far  out  into  the  wildwoods,  were  fiends  needed  to  feed  the  village             &&  brave  souls  that  dare  to  enter.    adventuring  away  from  this  safe  spot,  knees  provide  balance  in  straightening  posture  from  a  resting  position  into  motion.   trees  rustle,  beasts  of  the  wilds  groan  and  growl  at  a  near  by  hunter.  noise  is  amplified  to  the  healing  soul,  until  it  all  stops.  fingers  push  away  entangled  foliage  and  troublesome  palms  to  reveal  a  man  hunched  over  well  earned  game.

“  you’re  distracting            and . .”    he  didn’t  know  she  was  tying  to  unravel  stress  along  the  shorelines      away  from  the  town  in  solitude.  

“  you’re  gonna  get  hurt.  you  know-  hunting  alone .”    although  she’s  aware  that  he  is  fully  capable  to  do  the  job  himself,  she  worries.  sight  of  blood  speckled  and  smeared  on  bronze  flesh,  triggers  ultima  to  offer  a  helping  hand.  becoming  a  target  to  feral  creatures  never  crossed  her  mind  as  she  took  her  place  next  to  him.      ultima  doesn’t  fret,  nor  does  she  scurry  through  the  knapsack  full  with  thaumaturgent  items.  everything  is  in  it’s  place,  just  as  it  was  left.  digits  expose  a  long  porous  material,  purposely  made  to  help  clot  wounds.  but  hands  do  not  touch  him  unless  directed  to  do  so.

@dirusborn  mortal ultima.

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.｡.:*☆ pre-existing  plot / starter  call

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