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maybe i’m ｒｏｔｔｅｎ and there was never any ｇｏｏｄ in me just broken bones & sharpened TEETH but at least it means i lived once at least it means ｉ ｔｒｉｅｄ ToTA OC written by Xelhes

[diito]

her presence might seem overwhelming as she pressed her forehead into the crown of his, her face much closer than she allowed herself, her tone dropping to just above a whisper. "dito, do you want to kiss again?" her fingers found their way into his hair, combing it back for a second as she added on, "if you be quiet for a while, i'll do it."

The fact that she was so close again made his cheeks burn a faint shade of red. It was frustrating, damnit. He was a Disciple. He didn’t react this way – especially to women-to acts of intimacy. The warm feeling of her breath ghosting over his skin sent shivers down his spine, and those fingers carding through his hair… gods, he could barely function outside of his thoughts, made evident by the small, almost inaudible breath of satisfaction he’d released. He couldn’t deny her inquiry, no matter how badly his tongue burned to do so. His golden eyes were focused on her lips, brimming with desire - with want he hadn’t known he possessed. He could feel emotion pooling within his stomach, a dull, uncomfortable heat. It was almost as overwhelming as she was, looming over him like that. Dito forced himself to look away – as best as he could, anyway, with another person so close to him, muttering under his breath only once he was certain he could string together a proper sentence. “ … Stop joking around, dumbass. ”

[nightblighted]

diito:

Each merry step he took was accompanied by a soft, elated hum from his lips. There were very few things in the world that made Dito happier than killing. Not even little-miss-sigh-alot’s deflating demeanor could bring him down from the high. “Maybe you can help me out next time, huh?” He suggested, brow wagging in jest as he spoke.

His hands found themselves gripping his spear tightly once he noticed Reyna slowing down. She usually only did so when there was an enemy nearby – so it caught him by surprise when she’d actually inquired something of him. Maybe she was giving some serious consideration to his offer

“Not really.”

He’d spoken entirely out of reflex, the words leaving his lips immediately as if they were rehearsed. It was something he thought about every now and then – particularly Zero and the other Disciples. But he’d betrayed them – ‘ forsaken ‘ his Intoner for something that’d immediately been whisked away from his grasp. He had no right to long for his old life.

“Depends on the mood.” Sometimes, she didn’t care too much about the whole killing escapade when went on when enemies took to standing in their way. Usually, she left it to Dito so he could have time to get all of his pent up sexual urges out. Other times, she only joined so he wouldn’t drag it out and waste time. “Maybe I’ll join just so I can outdo you like that first battle.” She reminded herself of when they first teamed up and how she had...outdone him in a sense. Dito had inquired much of her abilities, which was fine, she didn’t care if he did or not. “Then again, maybe you need the stress relief, huh?”

There was a small ‘hmm.’ in reply as she continued on, her pace remaining about the same. The guardian often didn’t care for chit-chat as she wasn’t much of a people person. She did her job, trained, and went about her life in what some may consider “boring” routine. That was fine, she’d rather take that boring routine than the days of her youth.

She still reminds the burning sands of Chesedonia on her bare feet...punishment, they said--

Hand on her hip, she waved him off. “Not really, meaning not at all or ‘I’m too sensitive, don’t poke at my feelings’ kind of thing.”

[florizels]

But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via florizels)

[nightblighted]

diito:

Dito used his sleeve to clean the blood from the end of his spear, staining the ivory cloth a crimson red. He didn’t care much, honestly, he thought it made him look more attractive. The brunet would bare his teeth, snapping them, tauntingly – as if he’d bite her, once she’d lowered herself to eye-level with him, before breaking into a small fit of brief, hoarse giggles. Clearly all of the yelling and laughter had taken a lot out of him.

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a knot.” He’d mutter, barely hiding the shiver that danced up his spine at the touch to his abdomen. Oh, she was playing a dangerous game. He’d tisk, audibly, resting his spear against his shoulder as he began to move-out, not giving so much as a word to hint at their destination. “Already got that outta’ the way this morning, toots.” He’d mention, uncaringly, mid-stride – as if it were common knowledge.

Childish, she couldn’t help but think. To be fair, though, when hadn’t she thought Dito was being childish these days. As annoying as he was to deal with, letting him take care of things that crossed their path had its merits. Not that she’d admit that to him, he’d never shut up if she did. Regardless, as they moved, her eyes glanced back to look at him with vague disinterest. “Yeah, I know. I thought you were on the verge of needing another with that last fight.”

Her voice drawled for a moment, her pace slowing down in the process to match his stride. With arms crossed, the guardian gave him a look. It was the same one she usually gave him, not one of disgust, merely of boredom. “Dito...tell me, don’t you ever want to do anything else besides sleep or want to mutilate corpses?”

If they were going to be walking, might as well as talk. As much as she disdained small talk, that is...

[nightblighted]

diito:

Dito’s form was shaking with mirth at the masterpiece that rested beneath his boot. This guy. This fucking idiot thought to take them by surprise. How comical was that?! He drew back his leg, giving a final kick to the already brutalized corpse, before sighing, almost dreamily.

Nothing turned him on like watching worthless men die. Especially by his hand.

“Come on, sunshine – is that any way to thank me for taking care of the dirty work?” His lips were pulled upward into a smirk, teeth flashing just barely as he nibbled on his lower lip in ecstasy. Oh, the high from this kill would last a while.

When he’s like this, it’s almost impossible to get him to come down from his high. In a way, it was annoying and frustrating to deal with, like she had given a child too much candy and now, he was too hyped up to even focus. She almost rolled her eyes, but in some ways, that’d be giving him the satisfaction that he was putting her off. A little blood, gore, guts, it didn’t bother her much. 

A few steps forward, closing the distance between them, Reyna pursed her lips. Leaning down just slightly to be more on an eye-to-eye level with Dito. 

“Thanks, I guess. Now before you go masturbate that off, can we head out already? It’s a bore standing around.” A finger flickered his lower abdomen, eyes flickering downward but simply as a ploy to make him believe she cared enough to check to see if he was turned on like usual. Honestly, she didn’t even look. Straightening her stance, she briskly moved forward. “Maybe if you’re lucky, there will be more you can mutilate and carve up, with the blood gushing out and whatnot.”

For the moment, no one’s lives mattered to her so let him have his fun.

[musterniillustrates]

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[nightblighted]

@diito || why are you such a little shit

“Dito...” The way her tone shift into something akin to...what exactly? There wasn’t a way to gauge her tone these days, especially when she kept it even or deadpan when she was around the child. If he could listen to her thoughts, he’d be crying about how she referred to him as such an insulting term.  Of course, the Guardian know better, but until she saw otherwise, that’s what he was in her eyes; a child.

One with an odd fascination. 

Arms crossed, her expression plain and mildly uninterested, even as he had that gleeful glint in his eyes. Blood always seemed to be a factor, along with guts and gore. She, personally, never understood, but didn’t care either if he enjoyed his time taking care of enemies, be they beast or men. “...must you make a mess?”

[nightblighted]

airyglyphs:

Oh, how he wanted to separate her head from her shoulders. It seemed his blade wanted nothing less, as well, from the way it sang at his side. “Whatever, maggot.” Not this time, though. Albel Nox was a busy man. And busy men didn’t make a hobby of trifling with common rabble.

“Cat got your tongue now?” That was over just as quickly as it had started and the woman soon found herself unamused by the whole situation, arms crossed. She didn’t need to provoke further, finding the idea pointless. “Is that it? If so, go find someone else to get into a scuffle with.”

[nightblighted]

airyglyphs:

“Oh, is that right? All I’ve gathered from those empty words is that a certain wench has no confidence in her abilities, thus intends to tuck her tail between her legs and run. How typical of your kind.”

“You’re boring me with your words. I’ve met children who did better at goading someone than you. If you’re going to do something, do it. I grow weary of you being more bark than bite, but I guess being neutered does that, huh? Or do I need to correct myself and say spayed?”

[nightblighted]

airyglyphs:

“No more pitiful than you, I assure you. But, if exchanging words isn’t your forte, perhaps I could remove that tongue of yours. Though, I’d rather not rust my blade with the blood of the inferior.”

“Not interested, especially for something that’s not worth my time. Breathing the same air as you has proven already to be a waste of time and space. You’re hardly worth the attention.” 

[nightblighted]

airyglyphs:

“Yeah, that face of yours is pretty repulsive, isn’t it, worm?”

“Are you comebacks that pitiful? I almost feel sorry for you.”

[sleepybucky]

Girls, we are wolves. We hide our fangs behind innocent smiles and red lipstick. Girls, we are dragons. Our voices carry the heat of our injustices and pain. Girls, we are fighters. Bullets and knives can pierce our skin but not our souls. Girls, we are human beings. We crack, we fall, and we bleed. But we always, always stand back up.

You can’t break us // k.s. (via starcrossedpoetry)

[nightblighted]

   “Gross...”

[wordsnquotes]

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes (via wordsnquotes)

[katsmoving]

you were not born of stardust, darling, stardust was born from you, it’s why the stars feel your sorrow and aching heart, they are the fragments of your lost soul, scattered across an endless galaxy, but don’t be afraid, darling, maybe life has broken you, but it can never destroy you.

did you expect stardust to be anything less? // k.s. (via worthystevie)

[nightblighted]

Smol update: I was busy Thursday and Friday since mother was in a car wreck. Fortunately, she wasn’t bad as she could have been. It looked bad but she’s doing fine now. It’s all good, but understandably, I was worried. I’m just glad she’s doing better and will recover from the injuries. 

Over the weekend, I am always busy with ffxiv. Especially since we had a secret santa event we planned with the free company. Point being, I was gone for a while. Things, as they always are, will be slow, especially since I really want to focus on one other blog.

I don’t have to work for the next two weeks, so expect some form of activity here and maybe another blog. As always, I am free through ims, skype, and discord. If you ever want to chat, don’t hesitate to speak with me. 

[neverending-light]

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