NEVER ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER.

𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃, 𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆.

[ancichor]

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[littlelovelymemes]

(    *    & .    —    THE  UMBRELLA  ACADEMY  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  you’re  are  depraving  some  village  of  their  idiot .  ’

‘  i  miss you .  i  miss  you  every  day  that  i’m  not  with  you .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  think  it  was  possible  to  miss  a  person  this  much .  ’

‘  if  you  love  music  then  you’re  in  the  right  place .  ’

‘  the  ties  that  bind  you  together  make  you  stronger  than  you  are  alone .  ’

‘  i  can’t  just  call  him  in  the  afterlife  and  be  like ,  ‘ can  you  please  stop  playing  tennis  with  hitler  for  a  moment  and  take  a  quick  call ? ’  ’

‘  get  up .  we’re  going  to  save  the  world .  ’

‘  it’s  not  spandex ,  it’s  leather .  and  you  used  to  like  it .  a  lot ,  if  i  recall .  ’

‘  we  can  accomplish  anything  when  we  accept  responsibility  together .  this  is  what  creates  trust .  ’

‘  you  never  know  when  to  stop ,  do  you ?  ’

‘  you  got  enough  material  for  your  sequel  yet ?  ’

‘  i  bet  you’re  loving  this ,  hm ?  the  team  at  it’s  best .  it’s  just  like  old  times .  ’

‘  he  hated  children  too  and  he  had  plenty  of  us .  ’

‘  if  you  believe  in  yourself ,  just  once ,  great  things  are  gonna  happen  for  you .  ’

‘  i  know  that  i  let  you  down ,  but  i  could  do  anything  for  you .  ’

‘  you  know ,  i  liked  you  a  lot  better  before  you  got  laid .  ’

‘  oh  yeah ,  it  is  your  skirt .  i  found  it  in  your  room .  it’s  a  little  dated ,  but  it’s  very  breathy  on  the …  bits .  ’

‘  you’re  the  most  important  person  in  the  world  to  me .  ’

‘  best .  funeral .  ever !  ’

‘  sometimes  men  are  unredeemable  shits .  ’

‘  we  were …  we  were  just  kids .  little  kids .  ’

‘  we  all  came  home .  since  we’re  here ,  we  might  as  well  save  the  world .  ’

‘  i’ve  decided  you’re  the  only  one  i  can  trust .  ’

‘  if  you’re  raised  to  believe  that  nothing  about  you  is  special ,  if  the  benchmark  is  extraordinary ,  what  do  you  do  if  you’re  not ?  ’

‘  eternal  peace  is  probably  overrated .  ’

‘  we  all  wanted  to  be  loved  by  a  man  incapable  of  giving  love .  ’

‘  one  grows  used  to  things ,  even  if ,  sometimes  one  shouldn’t .  ’

‘  look ,  you  wanna  pay  your  respects ?  go  ahead .  but  at  least  be  honest  about  the  kind  of  man  he  was .  ’

‘  you  of  all  people  should  be  on  my  side .  he  had  to  send  you  a  million  miles  away .  that’s  how  much  he  couldn’t  stand  the  sight  of  you .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  we  should  stop  him ,  but  then  again  i  also  just  kinda  wanna  see  what  happens .  ’

‘  you  make  me  want  to  wake  up  each  day  and  you’re  in  my  dreams  every  night .  ’

‘  you  also  told  me  that  licking  a  nine  volt  battery  would  give  me  pubes .  ’

‘  i’m  just  gonna  go  murder  mom ,  i’ll  be  right  back .  ’

‘  last  time  we  tried  to  stop  it ,  we  all  died .  what  makes  this  time  any  different ?  ’

‘  we  actually  have  the  chance  of  saving  the  lives  of  billions  of  people .  ’

‘  it  wasn’t  his  fault  ‘cause  he  was  ridiculously  high ,  right ?  and  the  girl ,  she  thought  he  was  a  furry …  ’

‘  i  think  maybe  you’re  the  only  person  who  really  knows  who  i  am  and  still  likes  me  anyway .  ’

‘  you  don’t  get  to  blame  your  problems  on  anyone  but  yourself .  ’

‘  we  didn’t  choose  this  life .  we’re  just  living it .  ’

‘  than  christ  he’s  not  our  real  father ,  so  we  couldn’t  inherit  those  cold ,  dead  eyes .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  apologize  just  for  existing .  ’

‘  when  something  seems  to  perfect ,  it’s  usually  anything  but .  ’

‘  all  the  what - if’s  start  to  haunt  you .  ’

‘  i’m  done  playing  their  games .  i’m  ready  for  a  change .  ’

‘  i  would  love  to  play  cops  and  robbers ,  wear  a  mask ,  and  feel  important ,  but  guess  what ?  recess  is  over .  it’s  grown - up  time .  ’

‘  we  have  a  great  job .  the  best  job .  we  got  it  made ,  asshole .  ’

‘  people  still  don’t  take  me  seriously .  i  wanna  be  numb  again .  ’

‘  i  stayed  because  the  world  needed  me .  ’

‘  at  least  i  make  my  own  decisions .  ’

‘  i  have  been  left  out  of  everything  for  as  long  as  i  can  remember .  ’

‘  nowhere  to  go .  no  way  to  change .  ’

‘  but  now ,  i  know  nothing  in  my  life  was  real .  so  i’m  starting  over .  ’

‘  you  do  whatever  it  takes  to  survive .  or  you  die .  ’

‘  i  don’t  belong  anywhere ,  thanks  to  you !  you  made  me  a  killer !  ’

‘  i’ve  done  unimaginable  things ,  things  you  couldn’t  even  comprehend ,  just  to  get  back  here  and  save  you .  ’

‘  she  needs  our  help  and  we  can’t  do  that  if  she’s  locked  in  a  cage .  ’

‘  i  mean ,  it  must  be  scary .  terrifying ,  really .  to  discover  that  you  can  do  something  that  you  never  thought  you  could  do .  ’

‘  it’s  not  difficult  to  accept ,  it’s  impossible  to  accept !  ’

‘  what  are  you  still  doing  here ?  we’re  trying  to  have  a  serious  conversation .  ’

‘  what’s  going  on  with  you ?  and  don’t  tell  me  everything  is  alright  because  i  saw  you  in  there .  you  were  crying  like  a  baby .  ’

‘  you  saved  my  life !  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  them  to  see  me  like  this .  besides ,  you  know ,  i’d  just  hold  them  back .  ’

‘  how  about  we  ask  him  after  we  kill  him ?  ’

‘  maybe  they’ll  brood  each  other  to  death .   ’

‘  you’re  a  real  sick  bastard .  ’

‘  would  you  stop  it ?  why  are  you  putting  this  shit  in  your  body ?  ’

‘  he  must  have  been  a  very  special  person  to  put  up  with  your  weird - ass  shit .  ’

‘  you  were  my  greatest  disappointment .  you  only  scratched  the  surface  of  what  you  were  capable  of .  ’

‘  i  lost  someone .  the  only …  the  only  person  i’ve  ever  truly  loved  more  than  myself .  ’

‘  you  know ,  before  you  kill  him ,  you  might  want  to  hear  what  he  has  to  say .  ’

‘  we  all  came  home .  since  we’re  here , we  might  as  well  save  the  world .  ’

[kindredhunt-blog]

fraying·:

          𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 - 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄,   𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 …     demacia,   as far as sylas knew,   held on to doubt when they could let go and channel their energy towards recovery;   like a mother clinging to memories of something loved and lost,   knowing it will only cause her grief.

where,   who,   what,   when   —   those are questions that sylas has no desire to learn and instead he focuses on the why,   on the banter between death,   in the harsh,   mocking cries of wolf’s jaunting laughter and the chiming,   covetous tones when lamb answers back.   it is a language that he can understand,   just barely,   mortal and yet not,   like if he tried to speak it himself his vocal cords would twist and choke and his tongue would fall limp.   he ignores their words,   their jabs at how,   and offers platitude.

“     so my hunt births no desire.     ”     a pity.   sylas allows the disappointment to be felt in his body,   in the way his shoulders rise,   and then they fall,   a careless shrug.     “     and it will be mine alone.     ”     he falls quiet,   like he dares to offer death more,   and that is quite a foolish game to play,   yet he has never been one to simply beg and then fall.

“     and yet …   you say you hunt those not living …     ”     questioning in tone,   daring to be the rat the cat with its tail,   and how proudly he stands,   tall despite the chains weighing him down   (   decisions,   o’ so many,   like picking a single fish in an ocean of opportunities   ) !   there is a tale,   a piece of theatre,   that used to be quite popular in demacia.   orphellum mechanicals,   it was called,   but the meaning behind the name of the play eluded sylas.   the death of the star actress was known though for it had travelled even to the province of dregbourne where he had been but a young boy hearing of the whispers of the lady who took lamb’s arrow on the stage.

“     …   then i would offer those running.     ”

his revolution was not quiet.   it was a loud,   shattering roar against demacia’s meager cries,   like a wave washing away everything and leaving naught but new land to build upon,   and soil was always best when it had been wet with blood.

“     running from the truth,     ”     when after comes,   and he knows it will come,   he will worry,   but for now he must think of the present,     “     running from fate !   tell me,   death;   will you stand in the shadows while i prepare you a hunt ?   they will run,   and i will offer you a chase.     ”     a true demacian would take lamb’s arrow,   but sylas knew that none in the current land were true   —   and thus wolf’s jaws would find purchase much easier …   should death agree.

❝ all hunts birth desire, ❞ wolf snaps, the curve of his teeth exposed in making the distinction, it offending him for a time before it amuses him, the man so confident, so sure, and so boring, yet standing there still, listening. how invested could one man be, in an uncertain future? not begging for life, but begging death to walk beside him? he had escaped, escaped, escaped, his life clutched in his hands, and yet here he is … ❝ not as exciting as you had hoped? ❞ lamb asks, and wolf just shakes his head, salivating for something else, something more … something beyond.

it is kindred’s way to ask and to toy, to play and to question – but the young man with revolutionary thoughts pulls at hearts that no longer stir, finds a way to offer up their interests in the interest of his own. a demacian and yet not on his knees, a demacian and yet offering a chase more akin to wolf’s hunger. wolf does not like the hunts supplied for him – does not like the way the man schemes with fervor, as if those listening were the humans he knew. a hunt is only a hunt if they don’t know you’re coming, and this man is sure to never be silent.

( ‘tell me, death –’ they say, and his hands are wrung and tired, for people came to him with wants or needs, with fear or little else. tell me, death – why do you come for me? and tired, he wishes they knew it was easier to go in company than alone. ) lamb closes her eyes and wolf comes underneath the open palm of her hand: a comfort. ❝ i see now why you can lead a revolution, sylas, ❞ she says, her voice tender, like a mother consoling a child, ❝ but we are kindred, and what we will say once, we will not say again. ❞

❝ you are a man. a passionate, powerful man – ❞ she looks to his chains before looking back up at him, ❝ – but a man, none the less. you offer once again, considering even kindred a potential ally in your man-made hunt. but … ❞

❝ … but they will not be running from fate, they will be running from you. ❞ wolf answers, voice a low growl. ❝ a job that should be mine. ❞

❝ a job, ❞ lamb interjects, the warmth filtered out for a chill, ❝ that a man cannot create. you mock us with your petty revolution, sylas. tell us, will you run too? ❞

wolf raises his head, lips pulled back in a toothy smirk. one breath, two, three, he could smell the beat of sylas’ heart. how the spirit it wishes it would quicken, would fall tightly into the harsh grip of his jaw. ❝ he wants to be the better demacian, doesn’t he? ❞

❝ the victors always determine whats better, wolf. ❞ lamb answers, standing with her grip still tight on her quiver. ❝ and he has not yet won. ❞

[kindredhunt-blog]

WHAT’S YOUR SOCIAL LINK ?

to  find  your  secondary  &  third  tarot  cards,   scroll  down  your  result  page  to  your  answers  and  result  totals.

PRIMARY:   THE  CHARIOT.

“     one of life's greatest blessings is the freedom to pursue one's goals.     ”

the chariot arcana is a symbol of victory, conquest, self-assertion, control, war and command.

you are typically a very driven individual, who has a personal goal that you aim to achieve at any cost. it is not uncommon for chariot characters to be short-tempered or aggressive.

SECONDARY:   THE  HERMIT.

“     it requires great courage to look at oneself honestly, and forge one's own path...     ”

the hermit arcana is associated with wisdom, introspection, solitude, retreat and philosophical searches.

you place yourself in situations that hide you from the public eye. hermit individuals hide away from others or act in more supportive roles rather than putting themselves in the spotlight.

TERTIARY:   THE  EMPEROR.

“     only courage in the face of doubt can lead one to the answer...     ”

the emperor arcana symbolizes the desire to control one's surroundings, and its appearance could suggest that one is trying too hard to achieve this, possibly causing trouble for others; some elements in life are just not controllable.

often times, you are troubled by something very personal, and don't know how to deal with it.

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[ancichor]

hi i’m in kyoto japan! i don’t know what my availability will be, so i’m keeping you guys updated for my semi-hiatus up until jan. 20th!

[kindredhunt-blog]

inumbrate‌:

       zed had told him to steer clear of the woods and outskirts of the encampment… but children and curiosity were a combination long known to dance dangerously close. zed had told him he had to be prepared to train dutifully later that day… but the child craved to create his own freedoms, however temporary.

        kayn listened with an attentive ear to their conversation and even with lamb’s word of caution in regard to wolf? he still braves the profference of attention as his small hand reaches to pat gently atop wolf’s head. a small tilt of his head meets with his response to the feeling beneath scarred digits, it felt like the call of shadows if as much could provide something physical to touch… if that made any sense, he was uncertain — to his mind, it felt as though the only manner of relating the sensation to something he knew.

❛ you’re like the shadows! ❜   the boy exclaimed whether they know of how he can embrace shadows and move through them or not ; golden eyes widen and brighten as he smiles as an excited child might at wolf. he then pauses, tilting his head further with a tiny hum.   ❛ … i mean, you’re soft, but there’s some special to the way you’re soft. ❜   he nods as if this constitutes clarifications or explanations.

the small hand smooth against head elicits a low thrum from wolf’s throat, foreign fingers tracing the usual taut, violent lines of his features. it is a tenderness not often, if ever, spared for kindred, and the foreign nature of it calms wolf’s hunger -- if only for a moment. 

❝ the shadows? ❞ wolf growls, and lamb shakes her head.

❝ we are spirits, child, ❞ lamb explains, ❝ we are less beholden to our vessels than you. ❞ she bends down at her knees, looking at kayn at eye level through the burn of her mask. ❝ is that what you mean by shadows? ❞

❝ the little human said i’m soft! ❞ wolf interrupts, proud at this assessment though he would, at any other point, be frothing at the mouth, claws digging into the ground and accepting of compliments that spoke of his frightening demeanor, of his ferocity, of his savagery. this time though, he finds descriptions of his vessel to be more to his taste, as although the screams about his teeth or his claws were old, tired things. this is new. new and exciting. 

kindred, on the other hand, only stays remarkably still: patient as she is in all things, she allows kayn time for an answer. 

kindred does not often linger, but without wolf, cagey, darting about or pacing, growling about the hunt, lamb is moved to stay. stay for as long as wolf could handle; stay for as long as the child looks to them and is not afraid.

[kindredhunt-blog]

kindred chatters, their dual gaze focused on the child who without fear reaches his small palm towards wolf’s nose, who looks at lamb with clear eyes. a child is a head full of stories, of a parent’s tale of warning, of fear enough to make most humans shy away. but the child has no parent to tell this tale, so the child knows nothing: instead he moves ever forward, simultaneously an insult and a wonder.

❝  take care, child, for wolf is not one to be pet, ❞ lamb notes, even as wolf has materialized his front legs, head bowed to take the small child’s attention. kindred is avoided in an inevitable way: no soul wishes to meet them in the fear of being taken, of being hunted, but this small child with scars already on his palms, calloused and bruised, is a small mercy. ❝ wolf, there is a hunt to finish, but you seem occupied. ❞

gruff, wolf answers, ❝ the hunt will stay, this child will not. ❞ he’s right, of course, and so lamb is willed to silence. she wonders how long innocence might last. she wonders if this rarity teaches wolf a rare patience.

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[kindredhunt-blog]

fraying:

          𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑,   𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇,   𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 …     cold and warm at the same time,   an ember about to give out,   ferocious yet gentle,   like breathing in icy air and spewing out hot flames.   death banters before him,   two kindred spirits who speaks in hurt yet want,   and then they turn their banter towards him and he doesn’t know who to answer first   (   where does the lamb begin and the wolf end ?   ).   sylas feels a shiver run down his spine.

“     the winds have never blown behind me,     ”     he reaches out a hand to grasp at nothing,   clenches his fist,   and the shackles and chains around his wrists clink and chime   (   remember,   remember   ),     “     for me   —   for my fellow mages   —   the winds have always blown against us.     ”     unjust,   unfair.

he dares to step forth,   to approach death,   and how the defiance,   the born rebel,   shines through.   they are not hunting him   (   not yet,   his mind supplies   )   and thus his shoulders relax   (   but his mangy hackles still stand tall,   a feral,   formerly domesticated dog in the presence of his future hunters   ).

“     i seek allies,     ”     proud and tall,   how sylas stands is how he desires for all to see him,   full of pride and rage   (   and guilt   ),     “     and help.   to topple the demacian swine who governs yet fears what they can’t comprehend.   they desire to keep us in the mud,   behind walls,   away from their precious,   perfect society !     ”     that is his journey,   that is why he journeys,   home,   then out to brave the wild,   wild world,   and then home again.   hero,   the revolution yells at him,   liberator,   leader;   villain,   demacia cries,   fiend,   murderer,   and he is everything at once.

“     …   is that a hunt you may desire ?     ”     to the lamb,   and then to the wolf.

wolf with questions in his eyes and lamb world-weary listens to the fervor of a man who thought death would care for his hopes, desires, dreams ---- would care for the way the young mage speaks outside of himself, dramatic and foolhardy.  ❝ have they? then how do you stand before us, alive? ❞ lamb asks, though with no trace of malice. 

does she tell him of the rebellions that came before him? of the short cry of victory, arms outstretched in reverence, before another man stands to take all that they accomplished? a cycle of death: of those in power, those in not. does she tell him that even he succeeded, it wouldn’t be for long? the young mage who clings to his rebellion like a life line, emboldened by the cries of others, how would he fare in knowing the freedom he seeks never lasts?

would those short breaths be enough? would that accomplishment be enough? it was hard to say of the short lived, who could only see so far past the present; of passion, so bright and clear and enveloping, it was all you could see. not unlike wolf and his chase, not unlike wolf’s single-minded, hungry heart. ( lamb doesn’t tell him: not yet, now now, not when the young mage would only grow louder, louder, if only to drown out her words. )

with a growl as sylas stepped forward, wolf said, ❝ so close i can taste him, ❞ and lamb replied, ❝ patience, dear wolf.  you see, he wants to invite us to hunt. ❞

❝ what hunt is that? ❞ wolf said with laughter, ❝ not a hunt at all. ❞

behind her mask, lamb’s lips pulled into a smile, her attention drifting from wolf to sylas.  ❝ we will be with you, but only to collect. you will create many hunts for us, sylas. ❞

❝ and they will run. ❞ wolf interrupted, excited at the prospect, and lamb agreed, ❝ they will run. ❞ then, lamb paused to think: there was the same answer, ‘ no ’ rounded out already in her mouth, but she, with an old, tired form of sadness finally said,  ❝ you are a strange one, calling on us to join you in your human hunt. ❞ she looks up at the young mage, voice clear. ❝ we do not hurt those still living. that is your job. ❞

❝ besides, you have put no thought into what comes after. ❞ all pretty words, like her poetry, scrawled neatly on a page -- a pretty dream. but once he won, would he still step up to lead? would he know how? if he wasn’t strong enough ... another tyrant would rise up and start the cycle all over again. ❝ how sad, ❞ lamb whispered, despite herself.

[kindredhunt-blog]

❝ you could run, but you have done enough running, haven’t you? ❞  lamb, bowed over her quiver, laid the weapon atop the crest of her knees, looking onto the young, revolutionary mage with bold defiance in his eyes.  ❝ it is not yet time for your hunt, ❞ she adds, a curiosity in the well of her chest for the man who had so many things carved into the harsh line of his mouth, unspoken, death a whisper but still not loud enough to claim him. ( he should have died, once, but he kept fighting, fighting, fighting!  ). 

❝ he will be mine, ❞ wolf growled just behind her, a dark mist, hovering impatiently around her shoulders.  ❝ he might be yours, dear wolf, ❞ lamb answered, her palm fondly pressed against his nose as she considered, ❝ he has many things he feels unfinished.  ❞ many lives passed by, many wasted, many taken, unfair, fair, it did not matter. but this soul was patient: knew patience as intimately as lamb knew it, all for words that spoke of righteousness, of ‘revolution’, of -- ❝ he also hunts, ❞ wolf said, more sensitive than he knew, and lamb nodded. ❝ but not the hunt as we know it, ❞ lamb finished, straightening out to stand.

❝ aren’t you on a journey, sylas? you should move quickly. ❞ she lingered even as wolf paced: advice, for the mage who met them before the chase, before meeting them was less chance, more inevitability. ( the young mage who craved more than his own freedom, the young mage who once had hands much cleaner ). ❝ the winds will not always blow behind you. ❞ 

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