SUNLIGHT

she is the sunlight / the sun is gone

[ameniasan]

なか

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Might be an empty shell of a human being but even he cannot help but acknowledge her as best wife.

❛ kirei, love ? i didn’t hear you come home, ❜ face turns, ivory locks loosely following, the soft waves settling just as her gaze does on him, ❛ i’ve made diner… that spicy tofu you enjoy. i wanted to see if i could do it justice ! ❜ she beams, only to hastily return to work to carefully avoid burning said dish.   

UNPROMPTED. ( aa. ) / @fakepriest

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PSA.

read if you intend to continue following this blog, or any of my blogs for that matter.

This is about the anon hate received by @fakepriest and the bullshit accusations that they self-insert as Claudia. To begin with, roleplaying a ship versus identifying or even fulling agreeing to the dynamic as that ship is not the same. You can roleplay an unhealthy ship, which KotoClau can be in some aspects, even if it isn’t outright abusive. You can roleplay a completely horrible character which the mun has admitted that Kirei is on SEVERAL occasions might I add but not actually BE a horrible person - or do you, anon and others who would send hate, think the EXACT same things of all your muses or characters you right? Do you only write self inserts? No? Thought so.

Additionally, no one forces you to follow a blog. Don’t like the content? Unfollow. Don’t like their rules or you don’t think you’ll be able to follow them? Unfollow. Can’t stand them? Hard block. No one gives a fuck. You do whatever you gotta do, but if you blatantly go to their blog with the intention of provoking them: then you are a sad creature with no life. Seriously, if you have all the energy to do that, then why don’t you use it for positive things? Go write some actual replies, for one, or send positivity so someone you actually like instead! 

The mun has made in explicitly clear in their rules that they will not ship anything else nor imply it. It is very frustrating to have rules like that ignored because ‘hurr durr my ship is better!!!’. If you want to do your ship so badly, find another mun who will do it with you or better yet - write it yourself. If they state something in their rules, fucking follow that or unfollow the blog. It isn’t rocket science. 

Lastly, this blog will 100% support the aforementioned mun in this matter. 

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husband.

As uncharacteristic as it might have been for one such as himself, always more than ready and willing to counter anyone’s claims and ridicule them, there suddenly was a small pause, and silence hung in the air for a few seconds after her initial reaction. Was there truly nothing that could shake her? How could she still behave in such a way? There had been a small frown marring her delicate features, but nothing more.

“It did not. On the contrary, it made me become aware of quite a few things.” A line that would usually have been delivered with even the slightest hint of a sneer was instead spoken in a firm, detached voice.

Claudia had never once stopped embodying the traits he found aggravating in another person. No matter how many times it had been made clear that his situation was a hopeless one, she would still keep on trying, clinging to the illusion of some form of humanity inside him. For as much as she would falter and feel downtrodden by her own condition, she would then bounce back and smile pleasantly; a normal husband should have found joy in the latter–he only did so in the former: the appearence of a scornful expression on his harsh visage could not be helped. She truly was a saint.

He let go of her hand. The woman would forgive him anything, ignore anything–and he was not sure whether to feel unnerved at such blind devotion or feel pleasure by seeing it as a possible source of amusement. However…

Kirei knew she would bring up the child. Caren. He knew not what she looked like, what her interests were: nor was he interested in discovering anything.

“I harbored no attachment to her.” Not in the right and proper way at least–but he had stopped caring about that a long time ago. 

HER HAND FELL back down to rest upon her lap, though she kept her posture learning forward, into him. it should have made her crestfallen, that he had not changed, that his condition, if it could even be called such, only worsened over time - but it did not. instead, there was only more determination, more desire to help him find his humanity, the same way he had saved her of despair for being along, surrounded by white walls && timed injections, dejected nurses && doctors void of hope. 

❛ oh, kirei, do tell me what you've learned. i want to hear everything... listening to your voice reminds me that this is all real, that i'm by your side again. ❜

the distance from her husband had been a slow poison when she was still in recovery. he gave her purpose, a need to continue existing despite the misfortunes dealt upon her body. so long as she had him, nothing could shake her. forever would she keep him, almost in an obsessive manner - but she knew him well enough that he would never turn her away nor leave her to fend for herself. though she understood him, it wasn't enough to do anything to change him. for that, she needed persistence, patience && even then, it would be tireless work. but only if he could love her back.

even his comment on their offspring did not change her serene expression. she was no fool to expect he would take her in or raise her himself. why would he ? he could not even find it within him to care for his wife. 

❛ i understand. if you don't wish to see her, then that's alright - i will be good enough a mother that you will not need to force yourself until you are ready, ❜ her forehead makes contact with his shoulder, ❛ tell me if there's anything i can do for you. i'm yours. ❜ 

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smiles brightly enough to ward off any gold kings i licked him first he’s mine 

[fakepriest]

Light as she was, she hardly makes a sound as she sneaks up behind him and grabs a handful of godly tiddies, "Mine at last!" She giggles, pressing her face against his chest to hide the expression of sadness that her husband has better breasts than she.

@hortcnsia

It takes mere seconds for his posture to stiffen: it happens, in fact, as soon as she makes contact–one cannot even distract themselves for a moment, lest this woman decide to take advantage of it and approach from behind to engage in one of her typical displays of affection. However, along with that, she seems to have quite the… fixation on that particular part of his body. Maybe his stance would relax a bit, were he able to see the dejected expression she is making, but alas, that is not the case.

“Claudia. What is it?”

The man puts his own hands over hers, debating on whether to pry her off or not.

“–Yours?”

[thirdmagic]

by ぶれ太郎

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[thirdmagic]

惜しみなく与えよ！

[fakepriest]

26. Protection

The simplest of requests was made on a harsh winter morning: to go with him on a walk, into town. However, that would not do, and especially not after the recent news from her doctor. Claudia had just spent the past few weeks stuck in bed, quite feverish, and only for having been exposed to the elements for the briefest of times–the man could not help but remember her pained expression while he had been dabbing a wet cloth on her forehead… and surely the small shiver down his back while observing that had been nothing but a coincidence.

One might have said that he was protecting her–from the outside and its endless risks for someone with her illness, from anything that might have endangered her already failing health; was that not what a good husband was supposed to do? A dedicated one? Together, for better or for worse (although the latter certainly seemed to be far more frequent. Such a thing should have worried him, should it not?).

But he was not doing it out of some loving sentiment–it was out of duty. It was because in order to help her (protect her), there needed to be something wrong to begin with–something  in which he secretly reveled. How disgusting (repugnant, delightful) that very thought should have felt!

But once Kirei told her about the impossibility of her request, it was quite easy for him to see how her face had become riddled with sadness for the smallest of moments, before returning to a smile–hollow, somewhat fake, while he, on the other hand, was fighting the genuine expression of elation threatening to appear on his visage.

She had told him, in her usual gentle and soft tone of voice, not to worry about it, that she would have gone out when the weather became milder, or when the sun finally started shining once more. A small hand took hold of a bigger one, and he could only nod while squeezing back without much interest.

The ongoing experiment felt more and more like yet another failure, he noted.

[mcgdclene-archived]

💖

Send 💖 to hold my muse’s hand. || Accepting! || @hortcnsia

      The very last thing she expected was to run into a woman who looked remarkably by herself, especially when this one woman claimed that she was her mother. At first, Caren was… unsure of how she was supposed to feel. This was a woman who she was told had committed suicide and had been pronounced dead since then. Had the story been a lie then? Was her mother truly alive, but she, for some reason, was handed over to the church when she was just a baby?

     The touch she feels on her hand gives her a mixture of concealed emotions.

     She can feel the warmth of her body heat in her hand, but the touch itself feels cold– almost as if her heat and the touch were distinctly different. When she grew up, she always imagined that the love of God was like a warm blanket that enveloped her, especially when it was known that she was blessed with such a stigmata and ability to exorcise those that went against him.

     This… was this what people referred to as the unconditional love of a mother?

     Her fingertips gently tighten around her hand as she can feel her heart beating faster in her chest. How can she process this? Being introduced to her mother and having her already be so loving toward her, when Caren had barely a chance to express any kind of love for anyone else but God; Everything seemed so sudden, but she felt a need to push down a part of her that wanted to reject this woman’s affection. 

     Perhaps, it was a secret desire of hers to actually be loved by her practically non-existent parents.

     “…Thank you.”

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RULES: tag ten followers you want to know better!

TAGGED BY: @noircisaint

TAGGING:  yoink it im tired

NAME: shiina STAR SIGN: gemini HEIGHT: 5′1″ (156 cm)  WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?: nope.

PUT YOUR SPOTIFY  MUSIC APP ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Dragon Age Inquisition Theme - Trevor Morris

You’re Going Down - Sick Puppies

Cupid’s Chokehold - Gym Class Heroes

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17? The skeleton of members of this class of (continued on line 18!) 

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? nah... that i can think of anyway

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? Hmmm... a while ago ?

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? None. 

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE?

HATE: Any animal in pain/distressed. High pitch squealing/squeaks. 

LOVE: Meowing of cats/purring. Waterfalls. Ambient forest/mountain noises. Waves crashing. Birds chirping. 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? No. 

HOW ABOUT ALIENS? It’d be really selfish not too... the universe is so big, why would this planet be the only one with life ? Not saying I believe they come by and build pyramids but there’s definitively others out there. 

DO YOU DRIVE? yup!

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? nope. 

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? Le Comte de Monte Christo I - Alexandre Dumas

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? Yeah but I prefer WD40 smell. 

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? I think it was Limitless. 

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? I broke my pinkie toe once. It weirdly always hurts when it rains/cold. 

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? School, and my volunteer position at the Wildlife Rescue Center!

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? Hahaha ho boy yes. But I do try and forgive and forget because holding anger in me isn’t healthy for anyone. 

IN A RELATIONSHIP? I am! 3 and 1/2 years now. 

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friendly reminder than she still && always will absolutely adore her husband forever && ever && catch her sweating making mapo tofu for him because she likes the smile he makes when he eats it.

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                     if RIGHT is leaving,                                                               then i’d rather be WRONG.

✘  — PERSONALS DON’T REBLOG / CRD