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{ Incoming reminder to do the unfollow thing ‘cause I moved! }

#{ There's still a buncha people following me here??? }

{ Incoming reminder to do the unfollow thing 'cause I moved! }

☆ Moved! ☆

{ Sorry for the disappearing act, although that's not as important as what this little post was originally for...

In order to keep long stories short, my personal preferences have encouraged me to make this muse private. Therefore, I will be leaving this blog and turning it into an archive and shall pick up again on a new one.

Nothing is being reset, however (such as relationships), but it's just that I've recently began to feel a tad overwhelmed on Red and would simply like to start afresh―and in a more comfortable environment. I would simply enjoy it more if I made my baby boy available to friends only... As for the threads I have drafted or currently running, they will simply be answered on the new blog.

And last but not least, for my url, it'll also be the same. So if I'm someone you'll be looking for, then there's that. (I love this one as equally as kingofkanto!)

I would like to apologize to those who were looking forward to more from me, and especially to those who just followed to find out that I'm just―suddenly blurting something out like this... But this is a decision that I feel is the utmost best for me and I do hope you can all understand my weird reasoning.

Regardless, it was fun here while it lasted! }

#☆: off the throne #☆: announcement #{ tl;dr: I'm moving to a private blog and making this one an archive.#So please unfollow me here.#I'll queue this post up a few times so everyone (?) can be notified on this. }

★ Little Diamond:

⊰ . ♦ . ⊱ — ;; Firm insistence is prepared for his protests; she knows he’s strong in his own field, but she can’t have him risk the proximity. Lips part to tell him no, he can’t gamble his life in the presence of grief’s sentient form—but vitreous agreement falls from his lips, and she exhales in relief, one weight off of her heavy burden.

She turns back, hand retreating into her unseen arsenal once more. It slides back out—brings out munition that fits eerily well into her palm.

❝…Pitiful thing.❞ She speaks to it over the foreboding beeps from the weapon in hand, as if it can hear her in its paused state—

—and promptly lets it fly.

It all transpires at once, seeming to shake the very ground. Color floods back into the once-stagnant labyrinth, motion recommencing around them. Elastic appendages finish the maneuver they had begun, curling around the Magi that had not fled the battlefield, but she’s quick to leap out of their way. And the monstrosity realizes only too late that it can taste gunpowder on the tip of its tongue.

The roar and the blinding flame of the weapon’s ignition splits the air in two, and the being concedes defeat with a cacophonic shriek, its psychedelic kingdom wavering and crumbling and leaving only a single ebony sphere encased in silver.

Homura leans down, takes it into her hand, and turns to face the entity’s unfortunate target.

❝Are you alright?❞ ⌛

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；❝ ...Yeah. ❞

Dismissed compensation for however many seconds the prodigy had previously wasted, nascent rhythm but a few steps behind her own; a tame signal nearly lost among inward attempts to soothe his racing heart. Gaze fixates elsewhere, gratitude mute before his tongue is swiped over chapped lips.

His turn again, relief arriving in a slow fall of his chest, cardinal raised to greet amethyst, and his stare is expectant. Demands are subtly made.

Red remains silent, his words useless pieces in this waiting game.

#{ much shorter than i thought'd id be..........bU T #IT'S REALLY BAD BUT THE BEST I COULD COME UP WITH WHY #/mega evolves into an apology tbh }#adinfxnitum

{ Apparently I got a message, but it was eaten? }

#{ So whoever it was; please send it again. }#☆: off the throne

sleepypvnk-blog

tell me about yourself (◡‿◡✿)

invictrix-moved

BASICS name: ʀᴇᴍɪ ★ age: stopped counting after the 1400s (ww) sexuality: fuck no relationship status: splash free! eye color: blue height: 5'2"

WHAT IS YOUR favorite season?: autumn/winter favorite movie/s?: [SLAMS FIST ON TABLE WHILE WEARING A GODZILLA COSTUME] favorite album?: you're fucking kidding me favorite band?: right ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) favorite quote?: "If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend." favorite shirt?: a red university of kanto shirt

DO YOU smoke?: nah drink?: on special occasions write?: fucking duh play an instrument?: nah

DESCRIBE

your favorite place: my bed your favorite memory: TOO MANY your ideal partner: myself your bedroom: pretty tidy save for the clutter on the shelves yourself in three words: marquis de sade.

#☆: off the throne #{ I was bored hi }

★ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°):

⊰ . ♦ . ⊱ — ;; She risks but a brief instant to whirl around and heed the outcry tainted with horror, lest there be some imminent danger she somehow failed to notice. The distress splayed across his visage is so uncharacteristic, so out of place. It doesn’t belong on the face of someone so brave, composed, contained—she has to be the one to melt it away, but even after the wards would waver and fall away, there would be explanations to give.

She ends another of its minions with yet another bang that pierces the rigid air, left to face the overseer of combat, who emits some shrill cry akin to the laughter of a killer. It wastes no time upon seeing its servants fallen, surging forward in one swift motion, countless limbs greedily encircling the both of them.

Her astute gaze snaps back to the trainer.

She doesn’t even need to consider her next move, hand reaching for the timepiece.

Turn it back

She has to hurry. She doesn’t have forever, even with everything at a complete standstill. Homura makes haste, seizes the wrist of the elder with her own slender digits. Secrets would be unveiled—secrets even the subject of her wish was oblivious to—but if he couldn’t move away, it would be the witch with him in its grasp, and not her, once everything is set in motion again.

❝—Run.❞

She can’t have him in the vicinity of her next move. ⌛

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；Interlude is finite, bated breaths released upon its decay a sputtered heartbeat later. Dazzled embers would wander about the world she's miraculously managed to keep at bay―effortlessly fashioned around them like a maleficent decoration―the fingers she's suddenly curled around a thin wrist, and he notices that her touch is a tad warmer than he remembers, pulse thrumming wildly against her grasp.

Her name poses as a familiar weight atop his tongue.

❝ I can't just― ❞ Nothing but a whisper now, suspired tremulously a flutter closer; lungs shuddering around her cloying fragrance of cordite and lavender, but he doesn't mind.

Her eyes ball his hands into fists, bright and unfamiliar and determined―and it gets the better of him, a ragged plea shaping his lips before he hangs his head low in surrender, brittle agreements following closely behind. A free hand reaching for hers all the same. Obediently, Red withdraws―

―and nearly trips on his third look back.

#adinfxnitum #{ yaaaasss #a reply i'm ac tuallY PROUD OF #hi these two are so important }

★ did you just mega evolve?!:

⊰ . ♦ . ⊱ — ;; ❝Stay back, Red. It will kill you.❞

Already, she’s lost one important to her—time and time again. She can’t afford to lose another, who has somehow managed to penetrate her walls of stone.

With an amaranthine flash, she’s clad in threads to match intent optics, locked on the entity ripped straight from a painting. Strapped to her left arm is her defense, her storage, and her lifeline. Her other hand is quick to unsheathe her weaponry from within it—something that, from her superior’s perspective, she likely should not possess.

It’s the familiars she aims for, first, much more numerous and quick to target the both of them. She makes haste, taking aim at the master’s army—and fires. ⌛

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；It would simply pass but a brisk moment later: splendid radiance, the ebb of madness from which she would strike, methods signaled by distinct cracks of sound―her heels, the arsenal she seems to draw out of thin air (bulky shapes and ugly contours brandished against the masses of savagery, much too unsightly for a child such as herself).

And Red would hover only inches behind, a thunderstruck witness to the realization that she is a huntress; form regal and erect as routine chaos is faced with ironclad composure, a finger poised over triggers until a resounding bang bang bang and dust isn't allowed to settle.

Thoughts swirl into anxious mosaic, brain foolishly willed into the futile attempt in devising a strategy of his own. There has to be something he can―

❝ ―Homura! ❞

Bristled with an edge of hysteria upon its haphazard fall from grace, and he contains the rest within a sharp inhale.

Now is really not the time.

#adinfxnitum #{ iK INDA HIT A SNAG IN THIS RE PL Y MIDWAY #{ BU TI HOPE IT'S OKAY #/rustles excitedly like a bag of chips }

★ aRE YOU NUTS:

⊰ . ♦ . ⊱ — ;; ❝There is no cause for alarm.

❝I will kill it.❞ ⌛

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；❝ Don't―!! ❞

Ripped from his throat in a broken rasp, seconds taken for panicked scarlet to attempt to analyze their ominous surroundings―to press into the hideous thing that danced before them; the daughter of an abstract frenzy.

You'll get killed―

#{ d I D IT }#adinfxnitum

★ bromodachi:

【❄】— ；A pause as he’s taken into a familiar brotherly hold, constricting, taunting him to break free, and he waits for some bantering remark to accompany it. He shifts back and forth, but he’s smirking mirthfully, a dry laugh escaping in a single breath.

✦ ❝Taking me hostage?❞

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；❝ Maybe. ❞

A simple composition of warmth and adoration, ticklish upon its exhale from the familiar smile curling the corners of his lips. Digits are lost among identical obsidian tresses, caressing his brother's scalp.

❝ Y'don't mind, do you? ❞

#masterofthemountain #{ SIGHS DREAMILY ABOUT THE BROTP #OVERDOSES ON THE BROTP }

★ wb homeboi:

“Human.”

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；Isn't that a relief?

❝ ...Where'd you fly off to? ❞

#elementaribus erue #{ i MISSED THESE TWO BY e}

★ mad rad:

“Am not.”

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；❝ Ghost? ❞

#elementaribus erue #{ RED ARE YOU SERIOUS }

「elementaribus-erue replied to your post. ▼ 」

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；❝ ―Zombie. ❞

#elementaribus erue #{ PUNCHES U AFFECTIONATELY }

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；❝ Whatever. ❞

#{ lol #he's been uncooperative and annoyed as fuck lately }

★ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ:

【❄】— ；The break in the constant firing of foam projectiles is enough to give him time to wake up, rub the sleep out of his eyes, and dive for another pillow on the other end of the couch that served as his bed. But this time, it’s not in offense—

Little Bro used Protect! ▼

✦ —Rather, it’s in self-defense.

✦ ❝While I’m unarmed?❞ He’s careful to remain concealed, making only his devious (but still sleep-ridden) smirk visible from behind his armor—and he’s ready to shift its position as necessary. ❝Cheap.❞

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；❝ I know. ❞

Shameless admission warmly sung, jargon afloat with buoyant tones as it cascades past the elder trickster's smile: an abiding hallmark of deceit and diamond dust, ammunition held in between pale digits all the while. Idly twisted and twirled until it's loaded into the gun.

Big Bro used Lock-On! Big Bro took aim at Little Bro! ▼

❝ Any last words? ❞

#masterofthemountain #{ responds to this the destruction of tokyo later making godzilla noises }

★ Mary:

✎ . . . || "…"

Everything got silent once the young child, answer the man’s question. Mary’s eyes blinked a few time, she didn’t say a word to him. She know that something was bugging him she could tell. After all he did look away from her. It must had been what she said, but it wasn’t long that he turned to look at her. Him offered her a hand, to leave the gallery. But she kept quiet, she didn’t know what to say at first. Her mouth was shut still, staring at his hand for a moment.

"A-Alright.."

She reach out touching the other’s hand, holding tightly. Feeling the warmth of his hand this wasn’t something that she was use to doing, she was always use to feeling the bitter cold from the paintings, to dolls and even herself. But this… Was different something. But she like the warmth feel of his hand.

”But, uh Red―? You do know where your going, right?”

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；He would say nothing prior to the wavering mouthful that spills past her lips, tiny lilt tainted with the tune of ripened curiosities―doubts on his abilities for colorcentric sneakers to successfully transverse them from shadow to shadow. Red inhales.

❝ Don't worry. ❞

Assertion molded into that of an obscure murmur, sparingly spun upon its pithy departure and she's kept closer; tread through ominous grounds continued as scarlet optics stare straight ahead, as if attempting to see beyond the thick distortions of colors. Listlessly, he trails his thumb along the back of her hand in soothing glides.

(And in this abysmal garden, she is the most resplendent. A rose trapped in the living, breathing reverie of a nonexistent madman.)

#fabricatedqxeen #{ FINALLY RESPONDED WOW THOUGH IT'S KINDA BAD #this jackass is going to die }

* Slap a another ✧ in your face * { i WANTED TO SEND A ANOTHER ONE BUT I WANTED TO DO IT IN MY OTHER BLOGS DON'T JUDGE ME }

「 APOLLO 」

❝ Just how far does the foolishness of humans extend? ❞

#☆: distractions #{ PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT OLYMPOS #AND THIS CRUEL ARROGANT ASSHOLE #THEY WORSHIP AS THE GOD OF THE SUN }#kanashiroxe

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