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[magnitas]

hello and also goobye, for the day, or, hopefully, only a few hours, recently had a minor dumb moment and ended up hurting myself. so, can't be sitting too much. thus, replies will come on monday for the moment. if anyone wants a starter however let me know! 

[askleda-blog]

[illbringtheanime]

[fxrsakenme]

       casshern needs not to avert his eyes from        the other’s cold stare to recognize the rage        which most certainly curled within dio’s gut,        stroked in the fires of a history shared——;

                               one casshern himself cannot recall now.

                   stiffened form and muscles held back on                    a hair trigger; a state he finds hardship in                    unwinding from— given that no good has                    come from his similar’s presence. he is                    cautious and firm in stance, but no move                    to attack is made. he wants no battle—;                    not today & not ever. even with one who                    harbors such anger in his regard.

       he has yet to find meaning in the battles        which he has waged in the past; —there        would be no meaning in one waged now.

[magnitas]

                         Silence. Disgusting, solemn, rapturous silence.

                                                     " I am inclined to shatter                                                        you where you stand--                                                        So, talk, Casshern, you                                                        of all know my distaste for silence."

                         Once more self-control reigned true;                          he had not wished to harbor such,                          though. Nay for the monstrosity inside that                          loomed every more frontward reminded                          him of his human connections.                          The rage made him powerful,                          but all at once it could                          turn him blind. 

                         His poison of choice had become envy,                          the single bit of rope with which                          he found himself tied to. Not the manipulation                          brought upon by his crimson eternal,                          but the one with which he started.                          This made him furious.                          This was the reason the stone                          walls were shattered and robots                          were mercilessly maimed.

                                       h i m .

                         With the indifference, the near exact                          replica scoffed-- albeit, sarcastically                          adding a sigh -- in typical                          despair. He yearned for battle,                          and Casshern surely must've been aware that                          he did. It wasn't an every                          day occurrence that he who is clad in                          lavender appeared without a whim.                          Violence was reason enough                          to exist, Dio had grown                          deathly ill of his failures as is.

[fxrsakenme]

                  he recognizes this face; this man of tyranny,                   a form of animosity. one who only seems to                   appear to him in times of carnage & battle.

       who know more of casshern than he does        of himself; holds the answers he desires.

                                (   but even he isn’t certain he wants them                                     from one such as he who is before him.   )

                   regardless do lips part to bestow greeting;                    but perhaps recognition is the better term.

                                                                        ❝ —————— dio. ❞

[magnitas]

                                                     " Casshern."

                         To what appeasement was brought by                          such greeting he could not acknowledge.                          In fact, for lack of a better term, the very fabrication                          of his greeting should've been suffocating in deathly                          will to commit violence. 

                                     [ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ ｈｉｍ ｆａｌｌ．]

                         What good would come of that could not                          be predicted, however the forbidden envy                          that swelled within had begun to rupture                          past the eternally thinning ice of his self-control;                          like lava flowing outward of mutilated land.                          Here he stood, digits curled inward with force                          enough to create stress upon lavender attire;                          rage, undoubted.

                                                    "..."

[senses-meaning-experience]

[mourinari]

[magnitas]

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

   ” Lesser of a question      and more of ignorance      being played out     in the face of divinity    — isn’t it.”

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