VENI, VENI, VENIAS,

𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐒.

[morgunstern]

🗡️     vairuler·

｡ﾟﾟ          LEONINE          GLOWER          GLINTING          LIKE          STARRIFIED          LOCHS       ,          HER          pupils          hollowed       ,          glaring          through          its          𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲          riverbed  .          𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙸𝚃𝚂          '𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴          𝙳𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂        ,          maw          ‘bove        snarling          𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝  .          she       ;          wildfire          incarnate                    &                   𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡     -     𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑       ,          interior          𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕣          sizzling  .          a          susurrous          solitude       ,          an          aurum          ocean       ,          the          kingdom          of          𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢     -     𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍          skies                    —–          —-          –                    &                    𝑎          𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩'𝑠          𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒       ;          ❝          nothing          is          out          of          my          control  .         ❞

hissing       ,         hissing          /          a          sovereign          with          a          𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒔          grace  .          there’s          a          𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟          radiance          in         the          𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑯       ,                   &                    the          source          is          of          𝖳𝖮𝖲𝖪𝖠          origin         《          *         SHE     ATTEMPTS     TO     PERSUADE     ONESELF  !          》          ❝          if          fate          is          real          —–     —-     –          𝘪𝘵          𝘪𝘴          𝘮𝘺          𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦          𝘵𝘰          𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘺         𝘪𝘵  .         ❞

in    the    desert    stood    a    form    the    color    of    a    body    in    unmotley    decay  .          the    corpse    reminiscent    of    a    hanging    albeit    ;        the    noose    of    his    neck    had    taken    a    serpentine    vitality        &&        inhumed    in    the    sand    shouldering    the    abrasion    of    each    grain    while    the    flies    that    bat    around    a    deadman’s    feet    had    taken    a    plummet    to    knead    with    the    dunes    ,        speckles    of    black    raisins    composite     of     desiccated      organs           &&           skin    .             dragging    a    metal    toed    boot    he    spins    a    path    of    mecurial    𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚            &&            taking    a    sighting    towards    the    𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑        &&        ondoyant    horizon    through    the    glaucoma    of    chilled    cruor    the    shadow    of    the    war    hero’s    blade    elongates    beyond    to    a    limp    throat    reflected    in    pale    blue    film  .             ❝         or    to    try    to  .         ❞

the    blade    winks    in    the    light    like    a    𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐞    slant        &&        malevolent  .            he    knows    twisted    in    the    loom    of    his    mind    ,        in    the    cracked    remnants    of    vascular    netting    ,        the    small    spectre    of    truth  .            he    can    read    the    mouth    of    the    confined    predecessor’s    inaudible    writhe  .             ❝         but    i’ve    already    over    stepped    to    drag    the    conversation    on    further  .            i’ll   see    the    rest    unfold  .         ❞

[edenmemes]

overwatch sentence starters

❝ it’s just a scratch, you’ll be fine. ❞ ❝ one of these days someone is gonna put an end to you. ❞ ❝ you know nothing. ❞ ❝ i don’t even feel the cold. ❞ ❝ i don’t get mad. i get even. ❞ ❝ you speak of law and order, but you must know life is chaotic by its very nature. ❞ ❝ let us discuss your failures. ❞ ❝ you have overstayed your welcome. ❞ ❝ victory is everything. ❞ ❝ your emotions make you vulnerable. ❞ ❝ there is disquiet in your soul. ❞ ❝ it’d be a shame if something happened to you. a real pity. ❞ ❝ i need a drink. ❞ ❝ big mouth, big target. ❞ ❝ tell me your thoughts, my friend. ❞ ❝ ever get that feeling of deja vu? ❞ ❝ i will put you in your place. ❞ ❝ i do what i must for my people. ❞ ❝ where’s the fun in playing fair? ❞ ❝ bones heal, pain is temporary; scars look good. ❞ ❝ act normal, that’s crazy enough. ❞ ❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞ ❝ someday i’m just gonna leave you. ❞ ❝ i don’t like talkers. ❞ ❝ if you hold the information, you hold all the cards. ❞ ❝ don’t call me a hero. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen worse, you’re going to live. ❞ ❝ that’s ‘sir’ to you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t start this war…but i’m damn well gonna finish it. ❞ ❝ the stars are like trees in a forest, alive and breathing. and they’re watching us. ❞ ❝ pretty place. be a shame to have to kill someone here. ❞ ❝ you sure take this bad guy thing seriously, don’t you? ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❞ ❝ if it lives, i can kill it. ❞ ❝ i’m an army of one. ❞ ❝ c-can you hear that music? ❞ ❝ put your security in my hands. ❞ ❝ your mother was a hero to me. to all of us. ❞ ❝ how can you even look at yourself in the mirror? ❞ ❝ you are looking as lovely as ever. ❞ ❝ life is pain. so is death. ❞ ❝ i killed only because it was necessary. ❞ ❝ i wonder what’s locked up in that brain of yours… ❞ ❝ i hear there’s a nice reward for bringing you in. ❞ ❝ i hate to see your talents wasted. ❞ ❝ the world decided it didn’t need you anymore. ❞ ❝ i make my own luck. ❞ ❝ wanting a better life for you was all i ever dreamed of. ❞ ❝ it’s an honour fighting by your side. ❞ ❝ follow me if you want to live. ❞ ❝ oh, you look tired. ❞ ❝ shh. the adults are talking. ❞ ❝ i’m too old for surprises. ❞ ❝ never stop fighting for what you believe in. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing i haven’t seen before. ❞ ❝ you need to learn to relax. ❞ ❝ i’ve saved your life. it belongs to me now. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a bullet with your name on it. ❞ ❝ why are you so angry? ❞ ❝ the world is worth fighting for. ❞ ❝ i know the evil that lurks in the hearts of men. ❞ ❝ you know, smoking’s bad for your health. ❞ ❝ what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ ❝ there are still people i need to protect. ❞ ❝ old soldiers are hard to kill. ❞ ❝ i tried being reasonable. didn’t take to it. ❞ ❝ you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞ ❝ i’ve come back from worse. ❞ ❝ that went against my better nature. ❞ ❝ are you scared? ❞ ❝ have you prepared for your end? i have. ❞ ❝ let’s see a smile! ❞ ❝ imagine the worst possible outcome. now…avoid that. ❞ ❝ you know, you were never my type. ❞ ❝ is it hot in here, or is it just me? ❞ ❝ mind your manners. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. after everything that happened, i needed time. ❞ ❝ repitition teaches the smart. ❞ ❝ brave of you to show your face around here. ❞ ❝ my fate is written in blood. ❞ ❝ it’s nothing personal, just the way things go. ❞ ❝ you picked the wrong fight. ❞ ❝ do you trust me? ❞ ❝ my wanderings brought me to this place. it was not to my liking. ❞ ❝ master your fears, lest they master you. ❞ ❝ how do you even live? ❞ ❝ such beauty is wasted upon the soul of a killer. ❞ ❝ nothing wrong with a little self improvement. ❞ ❝ i’m feeling young again. ❞ ❝ you were once a legend, but what are you now? just a shell of a woman. ❞ ❝ who taught you to fight like that? ❞ ❝ learn from the pain. ❞ ❝ i get the feeling you’re not taking me seriously. ❞ ❝ history will forget you. ❞ ❝ welcome to the apocalypse. ❞ ❝ i’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. ❞ ❝ i am not your savior. ❞ ❝ violence is usually the answer. ❞ ❝ killing is as easy as living. ❞ ❝ i believe you could find peace, if you were to search within yourself. ❞ ❝ i stopped you once. i can do it again. ❞ ❝ you are the embodiment of chaos. ❞ ❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞ ❝ i take it you don’t want my autograph, then. ❞ ❝ i’ve stitched you up so many times i’m surprised you can still fight ❞ ❝ you of all people are going to ask me that? ❞ ❝ i don’t even know you anymore… ❞ ❝ respect your elders. ❞ ❝ if we fight again, i can’t promise you’ll walk away this time. ❞ ❝ i still love you. ❞ ❝ you don’t know how to stay down when you’re beaten. ❞ ❝ i expected more from you. ❞ ❝ the destruction here…it reminds me of home. ❞ ❝ don’t underestimate me. ❞ ❝ i always have the last word. ❞ ❝ come at the king, you better not miss. ❞ ❝ was that supposed to scare me? ❞ ❝ just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ ❝ stop coming after me. ❞ ❝ revenge takes only the one who seeks it. ❞ ❝ the heart of a man still beats inside me. ❞ ❝ i’d say it’s not my problem, but it usually is. ❞ ❝ i was supposed to protect you. ❞ ❝ i know what you are. i am only sorry that you do not. ❞ ❝ you won’t believe what i learned about you. ❞ ❝ i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ ❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ ❝ i suspect you will be forever unsatisfied. ❞ ❝ you were the only one who stayed up so late. i enjoyed our conversations. ❞ ❝ it is not too late to change your course. ❞ ❝ you may be fast, but you ain’t faster than a bullet. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d see this place again. ❞ ❝ it takes a woman to know it. ❞ ❝ no, you find living a challenge. ❞ ❝ so this is what has become of you? a pity. ❞ ❝ i think we got off on the wrong foot. ❞ ❝ if your mother could see you now i think she’d be proud of you. ❞ ❝ this is not the end of the world. ❞ ❝ i’ve been having the worst headaches. ❞ ❝ need someone to tuck you in? ❞ ❝ i don’t feel. that’s the point, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ why am i being subjected to this agony? ❞ ❝ get too close to the sun and you’re gonna burn. ❞ ❝ learn from the pain. ❞ ❝ do you need a hug? ❞ ❝ stupidity is not a right. ❞ ❝ they used to believe that witches lived in these woods. ridiculous, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you really should take better care of yourself. ❞ ❝ sometimes i wonder why i even bother. ❞ ❝ i will fight to my last breath. ❞ ❝ your mother always hoped you’d follow in her footsteps. ❞ ❝ i killed only because it was necessary. ❞ ❝ you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ ❝ one a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞ ❝ i’m not a miracle worker. well…not always. ❞ ❝ sorry. sorry. i’m very sorry. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ what is tranquility, but stagnation? ❞ ❝ you know, i still owe you for saving my life that one time. ❞ ❝ you were always a charmer. ❞ ❝ sometimes you scare me. ❞ ❝ you are looking quite well. this life must agree with you. ❞ ❝ i thought you were dead. ❞ ❝ do i look like an angel of mercy to you? ❞ ❝ to know yourself is to be at peace. ❞ ❝ all bark, no bite. ❞ ❝ you seem nice. i hate to kill you. ❞ ❝ you are mistaken. i am beyond redemption. ❞ ❝ the world could always use more heroes. ❞

[solhdier-a-deactivated20210627]

𝙷𝙸𝚈𝙰    !        i’m    working    on    a    promo    but    in    the    meantime    ,        these    seem    to    get    around    quick    so    !        if    you’d    be    interest    in    writing    with    a    new    blog    for    CLOUD    STRIFE    from   FINAL    FANTASY    7    would’ya    mind    giving    this    a    ♡        or        ↻    ?        penned    by    mandinha  .

[morgunstern]

★ ՞    tifa.

Her chest ached, a painful alarm that he was near. Ruby hues focused on the monster in front of her, cold and guarded. “Why are you here?” she asked calmly, determined to remain strong before him. 

Tifa refused to show any sort of weakness. 

there  goes  ,    a  thing  metamorphosing  within  his  flesh  splays    &    stretches  shapeless  limbs  inbound  by  mucosa.      the  corpse  ,    the  ghost  ,    hears  her  words  with  ears  putrified  deaf.          ❝        i  can  ask  you  the  same.        ❞          he  smiles  when  he  speaks  ,    like  this  is  a  meeting  between  old  friends.          ❝        what  are  you  doing  here  ,    tifa  ?        ❞

[morgunstern]

i’m cleaning out inactive followers ,  &  looking 4 my icons bc i know that they’re somewhere but hi.  hello.

[hyperiors]

     ———————       𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀     /     happy   birthday   @morgunstern

[morgunstern]

☆          esoturk·          ||          𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦

                   IN   MANY   WAYS   ,    HE   COULD   BE  LIKENED  TO  A  GHOST.   very   real   ,   corporeal   ,    but   a   reminder   of    the   past    nevertheless.    crimson   gaze   flickers   with   recognition  ;   he  looks  like   his   mother.   it  stings.       ❛    i’m   not    going   to    pretend   that   i’m   in   any   way   worthy   of   forgiveness.   ❜     his   voice   is   like   gravel   ,   his   body   still   as   stone.   it   is   a     swath     of     ruby     that   separates   him   from   the    stare   ,  piercing   as   it   is.   as   so   his   own.     ❛   what  do  you   know   of   guilt?  ❜

❝      it   must   feel   contemptible.      ❞         PERCEPTIVE,      but   to   no   SAINTLY   EGRESS.      curiosity,      a   famished   black   liquid   of   diesel   consistency   that   gormandizes   for   red      (      FOR   PYRE   SMOKE   TO   IGNITE   ITSELF   WITH,      )      spills   into   the   sacristy   of   his   lungs   through   the   ribcage   from   ferine   gashes   cleaved   through   marrow,      seemingly   pondering;      𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒   𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐄𝐄   ?      ❝      you   said   you’re   at   fault   for   my   suffering   [   what   suffering   ?   ]   —   in   what   way   ?      ❞

[morgunstern]

❝    i wonder how long you can live in that state.    ❞      voice is first to ascend,   a choir reverberating off cathedral walls towards the dome roof beclouded with nihility,   an amorphous shape stretching across it   &   moving with LIMBS vying to break through the first layer of skin that is slippery albumen adapting against EACH SHARP ANGLE of a thrusting elbow   &   stretching finger   &   wrapping around the heads desperate to surmount the surface of   water   refusing to break   &   with the desperation of the drowning victim.    he manifests in the tranquility beneath it,   something formed of atmosphere,   precipitation or DUST  —  something formed of everything,   a malignancy that’s subdued every vital organ   &   blackened the cells into coarse devitalized fibers elliptically wrapped around an embalmed disk.    an ambiguous ligament correlates sepulchral insurrection to him,   blurry like every detail of scenery outside a condensation - coated window bleeding into each other with no sense of definition   &   the reason for his incarnation nestles somewhere within the massive haze,   watching through a two way window.

❝    the corpse is never the first thing that decays,   if it ever does.    ❞

       ☆ @rotcraft !

[morgunstern]

@scorchcore : ❝ that was a waste of a perfectly good apple. ❞

THE   STONE   FRUIT ,      split   down   the   middle   of   its   cyanide   core   with   surgical   trimness .         it   strikes   the   concrete   diametrically ,      an   end   rolling   once   so   that   it   lay   flat   against   its   neonate   face ,      already   sallow      &      tenuous   with   foetal   malady   ravening   it   from   outside   the   womb      &      its   red   skin   untempered   by   the   incision   as   if   an   unbidden   display   of   preciseness   when   no   bluntness   dragged   its   flesh   atop   the   lesion .         exhibits   of   prowess   could   almost   resemble   an   idiom   between   them ,      as   satiny   as   a   serpent’s   charade   slipping   through   the   grasp   of   fingers   —      a   manner   of   jest ,      challenge   or   IGNOMINY     &     difficult   to   tell   which   is   it   before   a   tightlipped   grin   specs   the   corners   of   his   mouth .         (   there’s   more   blithe   in   the   way   that   the   light   reflects   off   his   eyes,      effete      &      bereft   in   moments   migrating   )     ——     ——     -               ❝            it   was   too   ripe .            ❞

[morgunstern]

       𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓?  𝐏𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄.  I RISE;   𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂.   /  SEPHIROTH,  penned by june.

[morgunstern]

☆          makogaze·          ||          𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘋          ☆☆

❛  well. you’re just about the last person i expected to see around here. ❜ but instead of act, he’s ready to react, studying his movements with a healthy dose of skepticism.  // @morgunstern

where  he  steps ,    chaos  follows  in  the  tangles  of  rapture ,    as  ANARETA  lassoed  somewhere  above  them ;    west  of  the  sun    &    glowering .      like  its  fiends ,    sharp  -  eared    &    hooded  eyed ,    the  former  soldier  prowls  half  an  ellipse  around  him ,    allowing  for  the  voices  of  unvoices  to  transgress  into  the  arc  shaped  expanse  that  separates  them .          

❝        who  would  you  have  expected ?        ❞

[morgunstern]

☆          esoturk·        ||          ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ

           ❛  YOUR  SUFFERING  IS  IN  PART,  MINE  TO  BE  BLAMED  .   and  so   i  will  do  my  part  doing  what  needs  be  done.   ❜       the  man  speaks  ,   soft   baritone.  he  is  the  image  of  torment  and  the  darkness  of  man.    HE  HAS  NOT  DRAWN  HIS  GUN.      ❛  killing  you  or  letting  you  live… hmph… i  wonder  which  is  a  worse  sin?    ❜    /  @morgunstern

his  head  tilts  downwards ,     almost  meticulous ,     SLOW .       the  way  a  grin  unfolds  from  his  lips      &       spreads  across  his  visage   ,      reaching  his  eyes  to  tantalize ,    TO  REMINISCE  THE  IDEALIZATION  OF  A  PERSON ,    in  reenactment  or  congener.         ❝        sincere  belief  that  a  sin  is  lesser  or  self  consolation  for  what  may  weigh  more  heavily...        ❞          as  cold  skinned  as  some  practices  must  be .      at  the  words  of  the  other  he’s  engorged  with  disdain ,    slued  in  through  the  scissures  panoptic  across  the  feckless  roof  of  his  apathy      &      reverberating  SO  PROFOUNDLY  as  from  within  his  diaphragm .          ❝        i  wonder  which  is  it .        ❞

[morgunstern]

what  boils  in  the  serpent’s  venom  as  he  enters  the  room ,    the  niches  of  his  mind  begun  to  whorl  towards  the  cataclysm  of  neglect  begotten  by  the  undetected  SEED  of  a  terminal  illness  so  profoundly  inhumed  in  cerebral  tissue    &    pullulating  black  multifingered  limbs  into  metamorphosing  medulla ,    WASTELAND  EXPRESSION  GIVES  NO  HINT  OF .   a  few  days  ago  a  death  gave  birth  to  tragedy    &    linear  catapult  set  into  works ,    ONE  -  WAY  to  the  impending  formation  of  its  crater .    he  had  yet  to  say  anything  of  the  demise .    if  he  had  ever  felt  anything  like  lament  it  isn’t  now  that  anyone  would  know .

❝        i  haven’t  heard  much  about  how  the  mission  went .        ❞          the  lie  slides  from  his  lips  as  easily  as  it  would  silk  off  fingers ,    as  methodically  as  ROUTINE .          ❝        but  i  heard  about  the  crash .        ❞

       ☆ @officiums !

[morgunstern]

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[morgunstern]

the  room  is  decorated  with  patches  of  darkness .        the  blood  of  something  that’s  existed  long  before      &      will  persist  long  after  them  bleeding  from  the  corners  inward  where  it  affiliates  with  the  flux  of  artificial  light  acceding  from  a  single  window ,      silver  splaying  ivoride  against  the  bedsheets  beneath  his  legs .        tonight  he  has  decided  to  evince  moonlight’s  entry ,      as  opposed  to  sitting  himself  beneath  an  icteric  lamplight  or  not  being  there  at  all .

❝          i  turned  down  the  mission  in  modeoheim.          ❞            silence  distances  the  two .        any  show  of  internal  reflection  he  deems  unnecessary  between  them ,      &      instead  he  opts  to  be  matter  -  of  -  fact ,      as  if  presenting  a  case  of  felony  —  MAYBE  HIS  OWN.            ❝          told  them  to  let  the  kid  take  it  instead .          ❞

       ☆ @starszakrew !

[morgunstern]

by  the  time  he  manifests,      rising  like  a  great  serpent  from  beneath  the  sands      &      demanding  that  the  few  clouds  underslung  from  the  skies      &      MIASMIC  from  desiccation  jaunt  to  his  hands  the  sun  had  already  been  expecting  him,      its  azygous  eye  nacreous  through  malignity      &      vigil  against  the  horizon      &      two  esurient  hounds  held  against  elongated  leashes  extending  plainwise,      eager  snouts  inhumed  in  the  soil  trenchant  for  fiends.        even  in  the  expanse  of  its  possession,      dilated  through  most  of  its  demon  reign,      it’ll  fail  to  find  him  for  he  anticipates  it      &      with  flagitious  mirth  he  tantalizes  it  from  outside  it’s  reach.

spectre  ribbon  tugs  his  lips  upwards,      felid  gleam  prehending  slit  pupils.          ❝      it  must  be  so  unfair.      ❞          he  chimes  in  thinly  veiled  delectation,      reverberating  at  the  rounds  of  his  polysyllabic  sentence    —    ALMOST  LIKE  A  QUESTION.        he  feigns  sympathy,      cynically      &      PITIFULLY,      as  such  is  his  intent,      to  infuriate  her.          ❝      knowing  what  you  can’t  change.      ❞

       ☆ @vairuler !

[titusdravtos]

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