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Reblog with 3 GIFs of fictional characters you most associate with your OC.
@containyourmainposure - his hair is v. pretty and soft, yes.
art by voidshards.
NAME: Yukio ‘Kio’ Oshidari AGE: 26 years old HEIGHT: 7 fulms. SPECIES: Au Ra, Raen. GENDER: Male. NAMEDAY: 13th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon RESIDENCE: A sparsely furnished apartment. MARITAL STATUS: Single. ALIGNMENT: True Neutral. DRINK: Sencha tea and apple juice. FOOD: Kabayaki eel over a bowl of rice. Japchae. DAY OR NIGHT: Day. SNACKS: Dried squid, spicy jerky, persimmons. PET: None, but he wants to raise koi fish one day. COLOR: Plum purple, teal. Grey. FLOWER: Peony. SEXUALITY: Bisexual, with a preference for women. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demi-romantic. BODY TYPE: Tall, broad and corded with muscle; as expected of a man who has always had an active lifestyle and training in combat since he was young. EYE COLOR: Sky blue, ringed with gold. HAIR COLOR: Dark purple-brown.
TAGGED BY: @leminscatus (i already did it for Yuun so here be this.) TAGGING: --
Famous first lines of poetry!
BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // here is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul,// when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // HEAVEN IS WHAT I CANNOT REACH! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.
tagged by: nabbed from my mainblog. tagging: anyone.
this is the only reason a headcanon for kio playing triple triad exists.
peonies
Early 19th century sheer silk summer embroidered kosode. Tokyo. Ueno Hakubutsukan. June 2012. Photography by jose ignacio arbulo on Flickr.
i hope my first child is a dragon
if i am anything, i am stubborn as all hell. where confidence fails me, my persistence will keep me going.
Do you know [musubi]? [Musubi] is the old way of calling the local guardian god. This word has profound meaning. Tying thread is [musubi]. Connecting people is [musubi]. The flow of time is [musubi]. These are all the god’s power. So the braided cords that we make are the god’s art and represent the flow of time itself. They converge and take shape. They twist, tangle, sometimes unravel, break, and then connect again. [Musubi] - knotting. That’s time.
Miyamizu Ichiha, Kimi no Na wa (via leminscatus)
Guys did you know I love Au Ra like a lot a lot?
Reblog with your Au Ra I want to see them all. Fem, masc, bara, tribal, non tribal, dainty or scary or timid or dominating just share me ur wonderful lizurd creations.
Here’s Aleryth Rhy’lle
and here’s Aruktai Malqir (who you can find @polyglxt)
Have my one-eyed son.
update.
added a bio for Kio’s main verse. it’s not complete but it’s there.
She is utterly adorable (if you forget those weapons in front of her ^^;). Picture seen on
New fine kanzashi hairpins by Himeko. The cat one is so cute!
Junihitoe - Japanese kimono from Heian period.
No, I do not want to be loved unconditionally. I want to be shown when I am treating you less than you deserve. I want you to leave if I ever start making you promises I do not see through. Love me for my flaws, yes, but don’t you dare ever allow them to hurt you.
Beau Taplin (via thelovejournals)