THEN WE GO OUT THERE
CARRD || ASK By Jay (They/them/their, 21+) (blinking gif by @ectochoir || background art by me)
AND WE MAKE THEM REMEMBER US
No title available
macklin celebrini has autism

bliss lane
YOU ARE THE REASON
official daine visual archive

Andulka
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
The Stonewall Inn
NASA
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Cosmic Funnies
Noah Kahan
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
almost home

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵

blake kathryn
No title available
tumblr dot com

Product Placement
seen from Chile

seen from United States
seen from Colombia
seen from Colombia
seen from Pakistan

seen from Greece

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Ukraine
seen from Paraguay

seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Côte d’Ivoire

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
@kyberled
THEN WE GO OUT THERE
CARRD || ASK By Jay (They/them/their, 21+) (blinking gif by @ectochoir || background art by me)
AND WE MAKE THEM REMEMBER US
━━━ for every "👤" [ alternatively: "NPC" ] sent to my inbox, i will introduce you to ONE NPC relevant to my muse's lore !
yoda hc B)
Send a word + HC for a headcanon! || Accepting
That's grandpa! Or, great great grandpa, if we're being pedantic. Braig has endless respect for Master Yoda. He's the oldest and wisest of all of them. He takes care of all of them. He’s taught all of them - or nearly all of them - too, whether it's in their youngling classes or more directly, as in his own lineage. Braig looks up to him and in general thinks extremely highly of him, even if he worries sometimes.
… But I bet if you asked, he could do a really good Yoda impression.
you monsters are supposed to be my self control. anyway the brothers claermoore vs the whelan siblings
vs
chat should i give him another half sibling
yes
no
aren't you at work (narc button)
jay's option
actually thinking about how much he looks like his mama and how he ended up so much like her even though they've never met
||| ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀꜱꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ
tagged: stolen from @temperedfaith
tagging: yoink it
CENTURY OF BRAIG CENTURY OF BRAIG
The Halls of Healing. [ft. maul if you vibe? 👀]
If you had told him a few years ago this would happen, he'd have called your sanity into question. It would sound like a bad joke. But then, maybe the universe had a strange sense of humor. Whatever the case, Maul (formerly Darth) was in the Temple now. He was finally, finally getting the care he needed. Braig had always done what he could for Maul, of course, but to be in an actual medbay with the master healers was the best possible outcome for the both of them.
Since Maul got here, Braig hasn't been far. He trusts the Order, of course. They were his family. But that's just it - they were his family. His, not Maul’s. To Maul, they were strangers at best and nightmares at worst. Coming here in the first place had been a challenge, and Braig wasn’t about to leave him to face it alone. All the same, he knew Maul. That was a proud warrior if ever there was one - he didn’t need to be hovered over. And Braig knew the Halls of Healing, too, better than a lot of the Order. Being underfoot would only make things worse. So, he compromises by making himself useful. Helping with healing when permitted, getting supplies from other parts of the temple when asked. (And yes, droids could do that second bit, but he’d take what he could get.) And every time he stopped by, Maul seemed to be doing better. That's why, now, Braig is able to bring him some real food. (The masters had warned against it for a while. They had to be careful with how different procedures would affect him. Braig was patient, as he had been taught to be, but this mark of progress was rejuvenating to him as much as his friend.) He’s done his best to find something he thinks Maul will like. Tea is a given; he was half tempted to take a whole pot, but two cups - one for him, of course - would do for now. So would the stew he brought (one bowl; it was all that would fit on the tray, and he’d already had lunch). Here’s hoping Maul likes Ronto meat.
“Good afternoon!” He says as he approaches Maul’s bed, moving around a puttering medical droid. “How are you feeling?”
Well I for one am having a great time-
Send “🙋” + any headcannons you want to know about my muse. || ACCEPTING
@chromium-siren asked:
🙋 what do they do for fun?
Depends. For the most part, he likes relaxing - or doing things HE finds relaxing. Sometimes, this can mean meditating somewhere quiet, especially with people he feels safe around. This is more or less limited to close friends and family. It’s not fun in the sense he gets a thrill from it, but it relaxed him, and he enjoys it.
He also reads! He’ll go for all sorts of things, but he loves books on history, weaponry, linguistics, and botany best. He also likes holographic star charts, but that’s more to watch than to read.
He draws, too. Usually just loose sketches and doodles in his journal. He likes mostly drawing plants he finds on different planets, and plans for new saber designs or modifications he wants to make. Sometimes, he also draws people, but not often. It’s more likely that he’ll draw loose gestures to remember forms and other movements he wants to practice.
He also likes making tea blends. He makes them for himself and the people he cares about - the bonus points is enjoying the tea with them after the fact. He’s learned a lot of different tea ceremonies over the years, and they’re fun for him to do from time to time.
So, yeah, those are the slower-paced things he does for fun, but he also has a lot of energy to burn off (when he’s not at war, of course. That’s pretty draining stuff).
He likes practising forms/kata. It could be on his own, with a master, his friends, empty hand, weapons, either or. He has fun with it. It’s a good way to meditate and exercise, and there are different ways to challenge himself as he goes. It can be a good social activity, too. You can share different interpretations, different applications, different details you learn; you can play with the timing and metre, choose different parts to focus on, or just chat as you train, if you want to go light with it. It’s a lot of fun.
He works on his sabers a lot when he has idle hands. It’s a long-standing hobby of his. I’ve mentioned a bit of that somewhere up in the earlier parts of this ask. He’s also more than happy to help other people repair or modify theirs, if they need it. It’s one of the things he’s most interested in.
He likes swimming in the Temple lake too! Sometimes for training purposes, sometimes just for fun. Sometimes he and his friends will even get in water fights. (Sometimes the masters join in.) Sometimes it’s just to float and relax. Sometimes it’s a way to work out and train.
He likes spending any kind of time with his friends, but that goes without question. Talking, training, goofing off, relaxing, discussing life… All that fun stuff. His favourites are, of course, his gathering group, since they’ve known each other since they were small, but he’s a pretty social guy. He has friends all over the Order, and even outside of it, too. He’s always glad - unless he’s otherwise occupied - to chat with those he cares about.
He goes for runs, too! He loves running. He finds it helps him clear his head. Plus, you know, good cardio, good training, all that. Sometimes he’ll do laps just to be alone with his thoughts. Sometimes he’ll run with his friends, but he likes doing his own thinking, too.
He’ll playfight and wrestle the friends who are comfortable with it. It’s fun. He has his favourites, of course, but it’s also just a way to socialise.
What else… He actually enjoys doing chores. It might sound boring, but again, he finds it relaxing. He especially likes being able to sort out his room. Cleaning the floors, sorting laundry, hand-pressing robes… Part of it is habit, part of it is practical, but part of it pertains to his mental health. War is chaotic. Having his room clean and the way he likes helps Braig feel a bit of control in a harmless way. It helps.
He likes cards, though that might not always be his first choice. He’ll play sabaac with the men sometimes. It’s more of a way to kill time for him.
Oh, and flowers! He loves flowers. He spends time in the gardens, he’ll look for/at flowers when he’s on missions, and his journal is full of pressed flowers. He’s always liked them. He collects them, but he also likes giving them to people he cares about. Certain flowers remind him of certain people.
He likes telling jokes, too, and teasing his friends when they’re in the mood for it. He also really likes cooking. Cooking alone, cooking with friends, cooking for himself, cooking for others… He just likes it. Plus, once he’s done, if he’s cooking for other people, he gets to share a meal with them. It’s a great chance to socialise.
He also likes taking walks, especially around the Temple. It’s a way to see the sights and say hi to other people out and about.
He also likes climbing things. It’s weird, I know, but he has fun being up high. It’s even more prevalent after the Galé mission. After the mission, he also likes falling off of things. It’s a safe kind of adrenaline for him, and it’s a way to practice.
So, yeah, that’s the sort of thing he likes doing. He keeps busy!
the Jedi Burial/Cremation Ceremony Room [i am bracing myself 🥲]
Send a location for a drabble! || Accepting
It's cold. It's freezing. It's devouring. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.
It is.
He doesn't believe it, no matter how blatantly it stares him in the face. His master is dead. His master had been murdered. It hadn't even been on the battlefield. There had been no honour in it, no lives defended - not that that would make it better, or change the outcome. Just- his master deserved better. After everything he had done for the galaxy, Obi-Wan deserved better than to be shot by… By some common thug! To be shot, and to fall, and to be heavy and cold and he wasn't moving, he's not moving why isn't he moving-?
Because he's gone.
Braig’s breathing hitches audibly, but there isn't anyone around to hear it. It's just him. The funeral had come and gone days ago. He hadn't spoken to anyone; there had been nothing to say. The person he had wanted to talk to about it had been reduced to ash, returned to the Force as they all would be. And there was nothing anyone could do about it. Braig had tried. He promises he’d tried. He’d tried everything he could think of and nothing had worked. He didn’t understand. Had he not been fast enough? Had he not tried hard enough, not trained hard enough? Had he done something wrong? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he had tried, and tried, and tried, and it didn’t work, and nothing worked, and he couldn’t stop it, and he couldn’t fix it, and he couldn’t do anything, he hadn’t done ANYTHING and his knuckles collide with the polished marble of the floor. It is unyielding. It hurts. He does it again. And again. And again. As if with enough time, he could get the floor to spit out what had been taken from him. It didn’t.
Of course it didn’t. There wasn’t anything to give back. There was nothing here. He doesn’t know why he keeps coming back. It’s just an empty room. Shouldn’t he be more focused on finding a new master, so that he can complete his training? … Except he doesn’t want a new master. He wants his master.
He wants Obi-Wan.
The thought makes his chest seize again, and he curls in tighter to himself. It doesn’t matter what he wants. The galaxy doesn’t care - it never has. All that matters is what is. And what is, is Braig alone in an empty room being childish (ah, but aren’t you a child?) when he should be acting like a Jedi (he’d be so disappointed in you) and doing what he can to keep going. A few more ragged, choked breaths, and then one deeper, and another, and another. They still waver, and his eyes still sting. He wipes his sleeve across his face, and then against the floor to wipe away the lingering drops that had fallen (falling, falling, falling, crash, and stillness, and silence, and cold). He still looks a mess, but that’s what the hoods of their robes are for, and shaking hands are hidden easily within oversized sleeves.
Get up.
And he does, even if he still feels a little unsteady, even if his head still hurts and his throat is still tight. He knows he’ll be back here soon, even if he doesn’t know why. There’s nothing here.
Nothing except the quiet words he leaves behind as he departs.
“I’m sorry.”
Red + hc
Send a word + HC for a headcanon! || Accepting!
Red used to be one of his favorite colours when he was little. It reminded him of a lot of nice things, like berries and crayons and sunrises and one of the best balls in creche. One of his best friends, Naweh, is a Tarasin, and she turns a reddish colour when she's happy. Red was good things.
Then he grew up.
He grew up, and the galaxy sent him and his family off to fight a war they didn't ask for but couldn't say no to, and now red means something different. Now, red means blood on his hands and there's so much of it he doesn't know whose it is anymore. It means the stains that linger after he’s spent hours in med-tents or the halls of healing fighting through exhaustion to save the lives of his comrades, friends, family. It’s blaster bolts fired at him and his from an army made with the purpose of spreading pain and fear, and lightsabers wielded by hands that preach the same. It’s the colour that’s left behind when he peels off his tunic after a battle and the charred bits come off with it. It’s the anger that roils off the people he fights for when he was fast enough to save most of them, but missed the one person they love most, or when they want someone to blame for the war that’s killing his loved ones en masse.
It’s not his favourite colour anymore.
mun vs muse!!! (stolen from @griefdestined)
ghost of tsushima starters
❝ promise you’ll remain the good man i know. ❞ ❝ only fools have no fear of death. ❞ ❝ i am very much alive. but my patience is dying. ❞ ❝ i’ll make sure you are remembered. as a great warrior…a wise leader. ❞ ❝ the strength we need is all around us. ❞ ❝ the past cannot hurt you. ❞ ❝ this whole journey, and i never asked your name. ❞ ❝ fear drives you to be stronger. fight harder. ❞ ❝ sometimes…our only choice is to walk away from everything we know ❞ ❝ we do what we must. that is why you and i are both survivors. ❞ ❝ i can do good! i just…need practice. ❞ ❝ may your next life be more peaceful than this one. ❞ ❝ i knew it was too good to be true. ❞ ❝ i’ll see what i can do. but if you’re lying to me… ❞ ❝ you’re too comfortable with that power. ❞ ❝ don’t ever try to kill me again. ❞ ❝ turn your back on a foe…and you will die with a sword stuck in it. ❞ ❝ youre not slipping away that easily. ❞ ❝ just stay closed. keep your sword sheathed. and let me do the talking. ❞ ❝ the things i saw still haunt my nightmares. ❞ ❝ i dont even know if you’re real. ❞ ❝ victories don’t have to feel good. ❞ ❝ killing your own family…it’s harder than you could ever imagine. ❞ ❝ it’s safer for everyone if i just disappear. ❞ ❝ next time, leave some glory for the rest of us. ❞ ❝ peace doesn’t always come quietly. ❞ ❝ some people respond to kindness. others require a glimpse of steel. ❞ ❝ i am nothing if not honest. ❞ ❝ stop using people, and start thinking about how you can help them. ❞ ❝ you’ve had your vengeance. don’t stand in the way of mine. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do it alone. ❞ ❝ not all words need to be spoken. ❞ ❝ there is time yet for revenge. i will savour their cries of pain when that time comes. ❞ ❝ i have learned to love the cool, damp dark. ❞ ❝ the last thing i saw was faces filled with hatred, rage… ❞ ❝ you didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily, did you? ❞ ❝ we will celebrate when this is all over. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with you? one moment we stand shoulder-to-shoulder, the next you’re ready to cross blades. ❞ ❝ a warrior learns from their mistakes, or they are buried by them. ❞ ❝ remember your training…and never leave my side. ❞ ❝ well…i guess this is goodbye. ❞ ❝ your visions will grow worse, driving you to madness and death. ❞ ❝ i can only pretend for so much longer. i’m not like these people and never will be. ❞ ❝ i loved you all my life, but i could never work up the courage to tell you. ❞ ❝ the proud do not last, and the mightiest of us perish like dust before the wind. ❞ ❝ you’re a vision of mercy. ❞ ❝ not bad, but only half-good. ❞ ❝ we make a good team, don’t we? ❞ ❝ an archer’s aim relies not on eyes…but on body, mind, and spirit. ❞ ❝ this is my fight. i don’t need your weapon. ❞ ❝ being right doesn’t always make things better. ❞ ❝ there is nothing easier than to prey upon the vanity of ambitious men. ❞ ❝ you weren’t looking so good. i let you rest. ❞ ❝ your intentions this time were…better than usual. ❞ ❝ what are you not telling me? ❞ ❝ trouble sticks to you like shit on rice. ❞ ❝ it’s strange being back after so many years…everywhere i look brings back memories. ❞ ❝ only a child expects perfection of their elders. ❞ ❝ when this is all over, what will you do? ❞ ❝ you are ruled by your emotion. ❞ ❝ is this how you want to be remembered? ❞ ❝ perhaps great men share all the aspects of their lessers, but more. great wisdom, but even greater cruelty. ❞ ❝ i cannot imagine the burden a leader like you must bear. ❞ ❝ our greatest enemies are the greatest teachers. ❞ ❝ death’s shadow embraces me. hand in hand we walk. ❞ ❝ breathe. you can’t fight if you hold your breath. ❞ ❝ i know you well enough by now, my friend. ❞ ❝ i can’t go back…to what i was. before this. ❞ ❝ i hope you one day forgive me for the choice i made. ❞ ❝ the wounds you dealt my spirit will never heal. ❞ ❝ why did you turn away from me? ❞ ❝ if you can keep moving forward, so can i. ❞ ❝ it’s a bad idea to sneak up on me. ❞ ❝ promise me something. don’t become like me. ❞ ❝ let me undo the damage i’ve done. ❞ ❝ …and you want me to clean up your mess. ❞ ❝ the path ahead may take a lifetime, but i will walk it with you. always. ❞ ❝ whatever you believe i’ve become, i will always be your family. ❞ ❝ i wouldn’t be here without you. ❞ ❝ i’ll hunt you past the horizon if i must. ❞ ❝ can i count on you to do what needs to be done? ❞ ❝ that’s over now. you’re here. with me. ❞ ❝ i thought i’d lost you, i should’ve known you’d never give up. ❞ ❝ you can’t continue down this path. ❞ ❝ be careful. demons are everywhere and they fear nothing. ❞ ❝ corpses can’t answer questions. ❞ ❝ you deserve greater respect than this. ❞ ❝ it’s just like the stories my father told me. ❞ ❝ what you become tomorrow is your choice. ❞ ❝ just ask the last man who questioned my sincerity. you’ll find his head covered in flies out back. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t have lied. i still would have helped you. ❞ ❝ we came this far. we’re not turning back now. ❞ ❝ how do we survive if we don’t trust each other? ❞ ❝ without my help, the fear and pain will overwhelm you. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, we don’t retreat. ❞ ❝ the stories are true. i’ve never seen anyone fight like you. ❞ ❝ see how the enemy fear you? you are a true warrior. ❞ ❝ you want to share a drink…with me? ❞ ❝ maybe you should’ve just ran away. like you always do. ❞ ❝ good people have nothing to fear from me. ❞ ❝ your promises are just like you. worthless. ❞ ❝ as you wish, since you asked so sweetly. ❞ ❝ i know better than to argue. ❞ ❝ i hope i can find quiet places like this one, untouched by war. ❞ ❝ we grew up together, but you threw it all away. ❞ ❝ it was so chaotic. i felt you grip my wrist and then nothing. ❞ ❝ desperation can bring out the demon in the best of men. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to leave without you, but…i can’t stay. i hope you understand. ❞ ❝ a grown man, and you still can barely sit still. ❞ ❝ and i heard you had no sense of humor! ❞ ❝ knowing and doing are different. ❞ ❝ trouble follows me everywhere. ❞ ❝ indulging violence weakens the warrior…like too much food or drink. ❞ ❝ i can always tell when you want to ask me something. out with it. ❞ ❝ i am proud to fight beside you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t nurse you back to health to watch you throw your life away. ❞ ❝ all i want…all i need is to start a new life. ❞ ❝ look twice and shoot once. ❞ ❝ i think they’re afraid of you. you can be…intimidating.. ❞ ❝ you don’t even try to hear me. it’s like talking to a stone. ❞ ❝ so you try to kill me? have you lost your mind? ❞ ❝ you’ve sacrificed everything. for revenge. ❞ ❝ we can’t let anger consume us. or blind us to our friends. ❞ ❝ there is only one way this ends. ❞ ❝ i gave you everything. and you threw it away. ❞ ❝ do not question my integrity again. ❞ ❝ your father would be proud. ❞ ❝ the worst one can do is take advantage of their own people. ❞ ❝ you follow trouble. you should ask yourself why. ❞ ❝ some of my favourite memories happened at this place. ❞ ❝ i told you this was a bad idea! ❞ ❝ keep fighting. we need people like you. ❞ ❝ are you the one who finally kills me? ❞ ❝ a warrior’s most important weapon is themself. lose control, and you risk defeat. ❞ ❝ first, get some rest. this is killing you. ❞ ❝ see that? i told you. there’s always hope. ❞ ❝ i hope the skills i gained through hardship can be of use to the people here. ❞ ❝ you have skill…but you nearly died rushing into battle. ❞ ❝ in the midst of battle, true leaders must stay rooted, stand firm. ❞ ❝ every time i get in a mess like this, i’m as scared as the time before. ❞ ❝ don’t be the next to disappoint me. ❞ ❝ save what we can, but know that everything passes away. ❞ ❝ i hope you understand, this is just a job. ❞ ❝ that’s a sad way to look at the world. ❞ ❝ seeing you like that…i’m still shaken up. ❞ ❝ sit with me a moment. ❞ ❝ doubt and indecision have destroyed armies. ❞ ❝ it’s so painful to…see you weighed down by sadness. ❞ ❝ on the slim chance some good comes of this…lead the way. ❞ ❝ you fought well, but we’re finished. ❞ ❝ the warrior’s mind is quiet but alive, like rustling bamboo. ❞ ❝ i’ve trained with a blade since i could walk. ❞ ❝ the visions…they’re still happening. ❞ ❝ in our world, being intimidating isn’t a bad thing. ❞ ❝ you have a talent. it’s time you use it, for the sake of our land. ❞ ❝ i’ve tried to teach you all i know…but you act more like a poet than a warrior. ❞ ❝ your path leads to madness and death. ❞ ❝ that’s twice you saved my life. ❞ ❝ these people stay because they believe in you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t choose this life. it was my only option. ❞ ❝ you came at me like i was your mortal enemy. almost broke my arm! ❞ ❝ i could use your help…in the fight ahead. ❞ ❝ you can be a little rough, but you have a good heart. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to kill you, stop! ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? afraid i’ll get more famous than you? ❞ ❝ war brings out who we truly are. ❞ ❝ take care where you place your faith. ❞ ❝ you seem lost in thought. ❞ ❝ i was getting tired of waiting for you. ❞ ❝ without my wisdom, you will lose your soul to madness. ❞ ❝ peace is an unattainable dream…but a dream worth fighting for. ❞ ❝ i’ve killed a thousand men. every death was sweet. ❞ ❝ what is the point of prayer when we are doomed? ❞ ❝ you’re like your father in more ways than you know. ❞ ❝ if you want my respect, earn it. ❞ ❝ and how many wars have you fought? ❞ ❝ you’re quite the butcher with that sword. ❞ ❝ people who sow chaos must be punished. ❞ ❝ i can’t help but wonder if you enjoy the violence. ❞ ❝ i kill only to protect our people. i think about that every time i reach for my sword. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry if my lack of skill offends. ❞ ❝ it’s the first time in days i haven’t felt like i was about to die. ❞ ❝ you fought like an animal…or a demon! ❞ ❝ there’s nothing more painful to me than a perfect bow…ineptly used. ❞ ❝ victory is won by warriors, not weapons. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t leave you to die. ❞ ❝ i made my choices. even knowing what they’ve cost me, i’d make them again. ❞ ❝ when’s the last time you slept or ate? ❞ ❝ you don’t get to give up. this land needs you. ❞ ❝ oh you pretend we are different, but we fight for the same thing. ❞ ❝ there are still places of beauty to remind us of what truly matters. ❞ ❝ true mastery begins where individual ego ends. ❞ ❝ a warrior faces danger with courage and resolve. this is how they endure. ❞ ❝ those stories…they’re not entirely true. ❞ ❝ even the youngest warrior needs a full belly and a rested sword-arm. ❞ ❝ bad men are good at hiding their true natures. ❞ ❝ there is nothing left for me here. my hope is lost. ❞ ❝ i did what i had to. for you. ❞ ❝ forgive my manners. i spent all my time alone. ❞ ❝ is that any way to greet a visitor? ❞ ❝ if you continue down this path…you’ll be no better than the enemy. ❞ ❝ i am grateful for the times we share…but, i always want more. ❞ ❝ you lived your life in a castle. it made you soft. ❞ ❝ i used to know what i fought for… ❞ ❝ face them as a warrior with honour. not a monster. ❞ ❝ i don’t take lives, but i am not a coward. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i’ve crossed a line. ❞ ❝ you can’t expect everyone to understand what you’re doing, or why. ❞ ❝ your methods were brutal…impulsive…without honour. ❞ ❝ there’s plenty to fear without worrying about folktales. ❞ ❝ i hope you’ll find peace again soon. ❞ ❝ you do what you need to survive. and yet you despise others for doing the same. ❞ ❝ is that your excuse? your reason to kill? ❞ ❝ we have to keep pushing. even if it costs us our lives. ❞ ❝ cowards without honour deserve no mercy. ❞ ❝ i’ll fight beside you until the end. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, your forgiveness won’t change who i am. ❞ ❝ why should we settle for scraps when we deserve to be legends? ❞ ❝ only cowards strike from the shadows. ❞ ❝ the proud do not endure. the greatest of us fall in the end. ❞ ❝ perhaps some good will come of this. ❞ ❝ you will see nothing but death to the end of your days. ❞ ❝ legacy is more than a name. ❞ ❝ im sorry. i know what it means to lose family. ❞ ❝ one day we’ll escape the endless wheel of suffering. ❞ ❝ is that a ‘thank you’? ❞ ❝ i know what it means to be hunted. ❞ ❝ you personify fury and regret. ❞ ❝ that’s all right. i want to hear you dig your own grave. ❞ ❝ either way, we’ve got nothing to lose. ❞ ❝ i’ve done what i can. the rest is up to you. ❞ ❝ forgive me, but you look fatigued. have you endured much hardship? ❞ ❝ i hope you find true honour in your next life. ❞ ❝ you deserve nothing less than death. ❞ ❝ this is foolish. surrender, and you can live. ❞ ❝ i too have pride in family. and i know what it’s like to live in their shadow. ❞ ❝ you were gone so long, i knew you were in trouble. ❞ ❝ so many of us here owe you our lives. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? what did they do to you? ❞ ❝ you’re lucky to be alive. ❞ ❝ i know your language. your traditions. your beliefs. which village to tame and which to burn. ❞ ❝ i cannot lose you again. ❞ ❝ i don’t seek revenge. but i will fight for peace. ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. until then…travel safely. ❞ ❝ this is war — not a test. ❞ ❝ we can save our home together. it doesn’t have to be like this. ❞ ❝ fear is a weapon. don’t let them use it against you. ❞
I take no responsibility for the drabble I'm posting tomorrow
SEND ‘ ❌ ‘ FOR AN INCORRECT QUOTES BETWEEN OUR MUSES.