life gets a little more bearable if you get silly with it btw

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life gets a little more bearable if you get silly with it btw
being a false prophet would be fun i think
Artist: sumire_1046
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
She turns to look at the mirror in front of her, choosing to face his reflection instead. Amano is frustrated. Her body is stiff, her eyes study his fingers through the mirror as he plays with the feathers. She can't read Lyre's expression and it makes her worry.
"I should go." She stutters the first word, choosing to speak instead of sign. Her voice is soft, like a whisper. She has already missed third period to be here. She's not one to skip class, but ever since meeting Lyre, she feels as though she's changing.
❝ 𝑯𝒆𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. ❞ Seeing her frustrated face got him currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance. Maybe even a menace or rascal. He doesn't know he hasn't made up his mind yet. What she said going in one ear and out the other. Instead, unwavering in his locked eye contact with her via mirror. It's like the mirror showed her two faces; the one that she's built and the one that she isn't willing to acknowledge that she had more than one face. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧. Whereas what Lyre sees is the nothingness of emotional indifference eating away at his reflection, editing a little at a time, replacing the innocent boy with a deteriorating corpse who held the mask of an angel.
❝ 𝑯𝒆𝒚. . . 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ? ❞ He positions himself next to her now and tilts his head almost adorably if not for the unsettling close proximity. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬. He continued with an uncharacteristic drawl as he spoke; a kind of latent expectation in his tone. ❝ 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒊𝒊𝒊𝒊𝒊𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒌. . . 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ? ❞ The hooded boy then takes a step forward in her direction. And then another one. . .
His eyes are half-lidded, unbothered, cunning as he so fluidly matches her footsteps; challenging her to push him or move backwards. His expression remaining what one might call serene; adding this layer of uncertainty around him. ❝ 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏❜𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 ? ❞ Step. ❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ? ❞ Step. ❝ 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ? ❞ Step. ❝ 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ? ❞ Step. ❝ 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ? ❞ As if on cue, there was a gun shot that went off nearby. ❝ . . . 𝑫𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ? ❞ Yet, his expression doesn't crack. ❝ 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅. ❞ It was a brightly lit room, but the way Lyre positioned himself against that light gave him a heavily shadowed expression. A scourge in the guise of sanctity. ❝ 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 ~ ❞ A sweet devilish whisper as he attempts to ever-so-slowly pull something out from under his sleeve.
HIRAETH -The End of the Journey- | Hiraeth wa Tabiji no Hate – Chapter 1
@nighttero sent: She glanced behind her to see the fake white wings on her back. It caused a juxtaposition with her all-black uniform.
Standing behind, she would also be met with 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲-𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧. Was he mocking her, or admiring her ?
❝ 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆. ❞ He says while playing with one of the feathers.
𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧!
Muse is a cult leader who jokingly proclaims to be god, lies A LOT and pulls a bunch of dangerous pranks for the thrill of it cuz he doesn’t know what he’s doing alive anymore. He hates it here.
He makes great life choices. No he doesn’t.
Artist: 6kihan
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What a total loser. How the hell was he supposed to react in a situation like that? “That was just sad.” Dabi shook his head. And did he seriously call him a worm? “I don’t know whether to be pissed off or laugh. You set yourself up like some big cool guy and, then you fall right on your ass.”
His heavy boots hit the floor drawing closer to the boy crumpled on the ground. You know what? He looks better down there like that. Dabi might not know this guy very well, but he had a feeling that it suited him.
“If you’re gonna have a god complex, at least be able to back it up.” He came to crouch before the cult leader “So…”
“What should I do with you?” His hands moved from his pockets to press together in contemplation. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not such a big fan of people who go around calling other people names.”
He might’ve just let the little shit pass along, but he couldn’t exactly have someone like this running around and saying stupid things like ‘I met Dabi and lived’ and 'He’s not so scary. The League are just jokes.’ Anything to boost his own ego. He seemed like the type. Definitely not smart enough to know when not to go running his mouth. The League losing any cred now would really put a wrench in his plans. This brat wasen’t worth all that. And anyway, it’s been a while since he roasted someone alive…Really missed that smell…
Oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shi- ❝ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ? ❞ Still smiling to cover up the shame, the self-proclaimed god didn’t feel a thing from that tumble. Hopefully he didn’t break something, considering he has insensitivity to pain he won’t be able to tell unless looked at. He sits up leisurely pretzel style and- Oh. The villain got closer. He coughs through the eerie staring contest. ❝ . . . 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅. 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. ❞ How to find out if you’re old: Fall down. If people laugh, you’re young. If people panic, you’re old. . . But what if people hoped you were dead ? Damn. That’s deep.
Like, he craves death everyday and even purposely puts himself in danger for the thrill of gambling his own demise, so it’s situations like meeting someone dangerous enough to kill you that makes it scary and yet exciting at the same time. The blonde sighs and exposes his pearly whites with a grin. ❝ 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒆. 𝑪𝒖𝒛, 𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕. ❞ He rolls his eyes and waves a dismissive hand, before bringing it to his youthful face to check out his nails; looking disinterested in his so-called occupation. Changing his mood like the facets of a diamond sparkling when you turn it just so under the light. ❝ 𝒀𝒆𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 ? 𝑰’𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍. ❞ He really said “ fuck you ” in flower.
❝ 𝑰 𝒆𝒂𝒕 15 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. ❞ An obvious playful lie. The boy clad in all white stands up, shoving his hands in his overcoat’s pockets, and looks down at the crouching villain. His squinting citrine eyes, a mirage of the laughing moon, focused knowingly; no visible difference between pupil and iris. ❝ 𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒚. 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐. ❞ Calmly, the flippant rascal rolls up one of his sleeves and extends an arm out. ❝ 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. ❞ Carelessly, the chiral part of his hand reaches out towards Dabi’s raven hair. Like playing with fire; knowing FULL WELL of what risk entails. This whole scenario is like if horror movies started adding bloopers at the end. . . Man, they really need to add bloopers at the end of horror movies.
why doesn’t anyone appreciate my sarcasm and bitterness as much as i do