lethal.

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he’s been created

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voidsung: :~)

vilebrand: SHIGURE MY SON....LIGHT OF MY LIFE...............PL....

lets talk about this shining star

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@legarid

              “ Please. Stop where it is you stand. ”

Lids are tightened, folded closed at sentence’s word that offers the sense of request, only to open as the links of voice’s chains tread onward. His tone is low, gruff, yet he lacks any form of superiority as he searches only to properly ask if a question is suitable toward another’s busy schedule. 

             “ May I ask something of you ? ”

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[cfmusings-blog]

                         there’s something WRONG with me.                          a flaw in my code, a virus in my heart                               i think i’ve f o r g o t t e n how to love

[angstmemes]

nightmare starters

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

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@reunionvow

               “ Your sense of duty is admirable. ” 

Words ring praise and honest intentions from the bells of voice’s timely sounding. A hardened exterior does not hold well with providing such minuscule flattery as a compliment. He searches for a sense of guidance-- he looks to others as a learning experience, and it is of his own insecurity in which he wishes to build himself from; a base to his stronghold, his fortress of battle. He will achieve his goals by any means necessary, and he will run himself dry in the very process of it.

                 “ It seems I have much to learn. ”

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@perfectaed

                “ Would you mind keeping your beast from my presence? 

                                          It’s become quite distracting. ”

There are several graceful feathers which begin beneath folds of brunette tangles and dart in many misled directions. Each feather decorated upon his head and strung about his garb, belonging to the gallant creature who, in most probable terms, would belong to the very elegance of the man who stands before him. A frustration is quite obvious against own features, as such previous mishap, still unsaid, had very well interrupted the very concept of his training session. Whether he did or did not get on decent terms with this animal specifically was yet to be told, but still he stands with irritation flowing through his veins, his looks disheveled, and a Pegasus as clean as before Lon’qu had noticed it.

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hi lon'que

                 “ That’s not my name. ”

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@forsakenohr​

                 “ This is no time to stand idly by. I believe there are others. ”

Instinctual sense gathers beneath the skin the lines his neck, creeping behind his ears as he bears the idea that perhaps he, or they, are being watched. After already escaping a miniature fleet of previous moments, he stands on guard, anticipating any further movement-- even from one still untrusted, found nearest to his left. Fingers clasp about a leather weaved handle, and he is prepared for any moment’s danger that may present itself both sooner and later. His paranoia would not sway. 

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@suckyadry

                  “ Halt, woman ! You may speak from where it is you stand. ”

A calloused hand presents itself forthright before another of whom he holds no ties. However rude he appears, he holds no capacity of caring’s holding. Instead, he stands his ground as mind coils about such a familiar degree of absolute turmoil. An overwhelming presence would result in the forefront facade of hatred or disdain, yet still he stands only in guard of his own self-protection. ( Perhaps if you were not so preoccupied with your selfish survival, her death may have been of complete avoidance. )

Every woman he sees is a haunting reminder.

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idk how to start up a blog aaa so i guess this is a starter call???

[dvoyd]

He just wanted to protect those precious to him. That’s all he had ever wanted — to protect, to defend, to be both a shield and a sword, whichever was needed most. But how could he hope to protect them when he couldn’t even protect himself, from the monster inside his head? From all those little voices that whispered he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t fast enough or brave enough. In his flawed, fucked up and self-sacrificing way, he tried to do what he thought was right. For the first time in his life now, he questioned if, perhaps, his acts of selflessness were, in reality, completely selfish? Maybe the only reason anyone needed to be protected, was because he was trying to protect them. Maybe the entire world needed to be protected from his aptitude for failure; from him.

They always said that boy would go far; they never told him he would be falling the whole way. | m.a.w  (via alleyspat)

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SHOVES CANDY IN HIS FACE.

                   “ Gods ! Do you hold no respect for you or anyone else !? 

                                   You may keep this for yourself ! I don’t want it. ”

Disgust hardens his features and he is appalled by what nuisance to the human body makes its way however hastily toward his senses. A certain repulsion follows hand in hand with the scent of sugary aliment as it nears nostrils closer. Offense does not spare mercy but for himself, and feet find a steady backward pace, as hands fly frontward, toward object before him. He readies position for grabbing, thinking only to chuck such substance in any direction opposite of himself. 

He deems himself at an obvious disadvantage; ( there are no beetles to PROTECT you here. )

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test ask

test answer

[yqkioni]

I don’t know what you’re talking about, today’s obviously day 5.

ANYWAY. LON’QU A+ HUSBANDO EVERYONE! Bonus sleepy!