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[sakucrossing]

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[dattebayos]

It seems like the thing that is in your stomach, has been anxious since a while ago.

[h3rr1ng]

[msharuno-archive-blog]

    ⌠◎⌡—— She stood steady, as if she hadn’t caused the ground to rock and quake with a swing of her fist, measured in force to not topple the tree or damage the bark harshly, but enough that she could show she wasn’t easy prey hopefully. As the earth settled she’d listened, nothing had seemed off in the sense of things running away- In fact, it really was eerily too quiet. Why? Just as she was feeling that strange tingle up her spine of paranoia, a voice spoke up from behind her and she whirled her back to the tree, fern scowling at the masked man.      When the hell had he got there and why hadn’t she noticed!? She stood her ground, back straight and hands raised slightly at her sides, she didn’t look tense but she was ready should he try anything. ❝ ..Says the vulgar guy who creeps up on a lady in the woods. ❞ She watched him, he wasn’t really all too familiar to her at first, but what really played at her mind is that she’d not noticed, not properly at least. Him following her, or when he’d easily snuck up behind her. She didn’t like this at all. ❝ ..Do you have some kind of business with me? ❞

[kumenjuu]

Thoughts bruised with the palette of fearsome nature— Pessimism and the sort that would lure baited populace into inexorable nature. Jewelry soiled beneath the 'gods' feet. To query what he had assumed to be — isolate and without companionship, that was the manner of his life. To observe as the walls of life’s meanings crumbled into a pale wraith, without touch nor sight, until naught remained.

Gaze places itself upon a flower, only to narrow even more for that wound was her birth and to ascend as a warrior. A brief silence - with an ever so motionless frame. The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? A laugh slipped through the male's almost dry lips. 

                                                      ❝  . . . .tch ❞ 

Finally, his strides meet at a simmering pinnacle of lackluster, movement throbbing no more in tense footing as hollow gaze pursues another who would tread upon the same path as he. Like a snake to a charmer, the youth’s own hesitantly holds upon the dame’s figure, queries eluding the air.

                                       ❝ Why would I have business with a                                          flower that has yet to even bloom ❞

[bpdzoro]

2014 まとめ　ラスト | 夏目 明 | Posted with Artist's Permission

[msharuno-archive-blog]

    ⌠◎⌡—— This wasn’t helping, though she’d known where she was before hand, now.. The woods were subtly different, unfamiliar in little places and with the dark of night and being tired- She took a moment, hand resting to the bark of a tree as she took a breath. ❛ Don’t get yourself worked up over nothing. ❜ Though, if her guts told her something was off, she was usually right. She hated that. A deliberate pause, waiting for something to move or seem out of place while she was steady.      Should she bolt for it? If she was lost it may not be her best option, especially if she really was just feeling spooked. She focused as best as she could, though sensing wasn’t one of her highest skills. She suddenly took a moment, a second to spin on her heel, using the full turn of her body to slam the back of her fist against the large trees trunk. ❝ Cha! ❞ If anything was lurking around, hopefully the shattering noise and shaking of the ground and tree would startle anything or anyone away.

[kumenjuu]

Bid such twisted games, your trembling fingers weave, a paltry hoaz beckoning shattered kings with tarnished thrones to play a fiddled battle of desperate enticement and wanton lures. She wasn't as ordinary as she might of seemed. 

Delightful corruption along duty spine and quavering hipbones. In terms of mobility, he is able to cover considerable distances expeditious enough to appear like teleportation. With all two’s off the tree branch Menma elevated and dispatched himself behind the female. The moves of a jaguar. Graceful and rapid.

Compunction rattled him to his core, a rye of nostalgia settling in upon harsh actions yet with such.. softness. The absolute warmth in the air, like a meager wanting but never to have.  Spoken with distaste, as if physically reviled to utter such a description. When under-developed, youthful talons ascended him with primate-like inquisitiveness.

                             ❝ How barbaric. ❞

[kagemxne-blog]

▐ ░ ;; ♘ ;; ░▐ ►  

                            ❝ alright, if you’re sure. ❞

            He turns to leave, knowing that Menma won’t stop him.                Things change,  he  knows,  though he still hasn’t given up                hope  that  they  could  go  back  to  how  they used to be.                He’d like to think that their friendship wouldn’t fade so fast. 

                                 ❝ you’re welcome to stop                                      by anytime, y’know. ❞

[kumenjuu]

                                     ❝ You.. uh.. ❞

The gulp of guilt and treachery pressed down his throat in response to the others words. Hushed, equalised wind-swept tones fluctuate with the barren personality of the dunes thronging their position in excess. Even eyes of the void could visualise the potent symbolism.

                      ❝ never mentioned where it was. ❞

[kumenjuu]

♥♠

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

Love is merely a madness, a disease. The connection between love,  illness and madness has existed since antiquity. It being the most beautiful thing to have, the hardest thing to earn and one of the most painful things to lose. 

♠ - What are they afraid of?

The concept of "his fears" can be approached from two stand-points. We can trace both the way the social world shapes the course of an attachment and the way an attachment symptoms shape the social world. The purpose to locate in a specific historical and social context ‘losing that someone’ to 'losing one's self attachment to humanity' a monster, murderer known by any other name around the country, but a man nonetheless and in the light of constructionist commentary on psychological disorders.

[kumenjuu]

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

♠ - What are they afraid of?

♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

♪ - Are they musically inclined? 

♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy?

✓ - How do they react to praise?

✕ - How do they handle rejection?

☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?

❄ -  Favourite season and why?

☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?

❤ - Do they have a love interest?

✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand?

♔ - Do they value loyalty?

♕ - Do they trust easily?

☠ - How do they react to death?

[deleterixus-deactivated20150623]

please tell me straight up if you don’t like a starter i post rather than just ignoring it because, honestly? i wont have my feelings hurt over you & your muse not feeling inspirational vibes with the original starter, i will  NEVER  get mad or upset over having to write a new one. it does, however, hurt my feelings a little bit when you ignore the starter and pretend like i never put any time or effort into trying to write with you. so please just be honest with me. (◡﹏◡✿)

[yaruttebayo-deactivated20150831]

[casiaheres-deactivated20150421]

There she had plucked the flowers && placed them into a basket that was nearby. Now getting up from where she was kneeing down, wrapping the dirt from her knees. There a smile was strained on her lips. ❝ O-Oh just picking some flowers, a .. afterward I like to press them. ❞

[kumenjuu]

                                  ❝  I see.. ❞

Every dream begins with a dreamer, and Menma had always been such. For so long had he dreamt of having someone so close to him - someone he could trust enough with his emotions. Cerulean became softly scornful, digits inclining to lace the flowers in her palm.

                                 ❝ Let me help you.                                   You shouldn't be alone. ❞

[kumenjuu]

roadtohina

He would sit on the cool, hard cement bench. His idealism was as mutually unpleasant as the moon itself was, but was markedly just as constant, and eluded such antiquated foibles such as emotional investment, letdown, misfortune or dislocated dreams. Spread out into pearly decagons decked with the hilts of industry and the malice of war, it’s air befouled by the damnable inveiglement of a monster that sought to do away with his most rapturous thoughts.

                                     There’s no place in the village for me anymore.

Expression ruled no boundaries as did it on others, lurid fascination present yet dimmed by the monochromatic gesture of visage. Demons squalling to relish seeping defilement and wretched strayed hymns of coaxing.

[music-bank]

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"Counting Bodies Like Sheep" - A Perfect Circle

[kumenjuu]

guYS IF WE’RE MUTUALS AND YOUR MUSE RANDOMLY WANTS TO TALK TO MINE, TAG. ME. IN. A. STARTER. I WILL REPLY BECAUSE I LOVE RANDOM STARTERS AND CUTE SHIT AND JUST MY MUSE BEING THROWN IN A SITUATION WHERE THEY’RE LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHO THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!” BECAUSE ITS THE BEST THING EVER. So yknow yeah. Tag me in shit.

[hakkome-a]

      a breath hitched in the back of her throat. muscles began to tense in heightened wariness, elevated caution and suspicion. the heels of her feet seemed to dig into the earth to hold her ground ; her stance shifted to one of defense. serenity faded from the atmosphere, replaced with a thick miasma of darkness, one that slowly began to fill her lungs. dark brows scrunched together as her eyes narrowed in her quick head-to-toe scan. just one glance, just hearing the sound of his voice, she knew that he was dangerous. if she had to fight, she would, but she would try to avoid confrontation at all costs.

      ❛ —..I don’t mean you any harm. I’ll—.. I’ll be on my way as quickly as possible—! ❜

[kumenjuu]

 The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth  as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place  beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that  gives and him that takes. Shadows would loom  amid smothering breadth of shaded malice, a  wanton attestation of twain's sinful deign, fleeting  shreds of what littlest deemed reminiscent of fractured.

                             ❝ It's too late for that. ❞

 Each silhouetted figure spreads the breadth of these  lofted plumes of blackness; with eyes closed they  transcend the time of the ever-changing world.  To be committed to a palace untouched by the  molding hands of time. Unrelenting deadpanned  expressionism crosses features. 

                      ❝  You shouldn't of deviated                                             from your path. ❞

[floreusbellator-blog]

                           ”I don’t want it.”

                  As rude and obnoxious as it may have sounded, it was the truth. The roseate was quite tired of praising, or people raising her up in the sky as if she was an Angel itself. In the past, when she was much younger, such words were appreciated, and they had a deeper meaning than they did now. Sakura new that the villagers truly were grateful for the sacrifice of her parents, but their thanking felt more like an obligation than purity lately. Or was it just her imagination?

                  Exhaling deeply while clenching both fists in attempt to control the flame of anger he could so easily lid up, the female stopped moving for a brief moment. Why did it have to be him that she ran into? It could have been anyone else. But not even his pressence, the negativity and rude words towards her would not be able to push her away, force her to leave. Solitude was needed. Pretending that he was not even there would not be difficult at all.

                           ”Not interested.”

                  , the comment was added before her body had lowered, taking a seat on a larger rock beside the male.

[kumenjuu]

There were no heroic martyrs, nor glorious survivors to recount this tale through the eyes of the hopeful. Once you saw those distant, flickering flambeaux of one’s own funeral, that was it. His ungodliness will meet its inexorable end. And you, beloved angel, shall liberate yourself from all that he had done unto you. You shall demonstrate your mastery over those who have wronged Him.

They were fluorescent, yet without apparent colour; instead, draining all else with an arresting formula to their composition which soundlessly conversations into the atmosphere insignia for the beholders of their craft to stay ; — and talk, to whatever higher powers had failed to shelter them, that they would never come to realise why.

                       ❝ So, the great daughter of heroes                         has come to grace me with her presence.❞

Steady feet would pull themselves through the dirt to try and get as far away from her as they could. To strip the air of the flying menace, and contain it to a bunnling, salivating with oil spilling from the edges, welcoming any morsel that dared approach its clutches. Raising from the depths of molding cushions retaining a depression inducted by lethargy.

                   ❝ By all means did you just                      come to fluff your feathers. ❞

What did she want to do with him? Tarnished wench, such crumbled melodies of laughing demons and corruptions deadly pits. A man that thought he could not love did not understand her means of companionship. He wondered.