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we are born to write history // and history is written by survivors, by those victorious.
MOVED HERE!
we are born to write history // and history is written by survivors, by those victorious.
MOVED HERE!
we are born to write history // and history is written by survivors, by those victorious.
MOVED HERE!
we are born to write history // and history is written by survivors, by those victorious.
MOVED HERE!
we are born to write history // and history is written by survivors, by those victorious.
MOVED HERE!
we are born to write history // and history is written by survivors, by those victorious.
MOVED HERE!
out. apologies for being silent, i’m a tad too deep in my teaching practice weeks + some other issues, but it’s getting better so i’ll write again soon ~
Zuhair Murad Fall 2018 Haute Couture Collection
out. g’morning means when riri @soulcleft supports mah bwwand uwu
L ─── IT WAS THE FIRST night to walk these endless hallways as their new mistress, servants’ heads lowered in deepest honor ( as it was due ) between sorrowful cries & voiceless murmurs of those who lost someone, like her. how odd, nothing did matter.
these walls carry no warmth for her anymore.
mind but an endless void of blackness, whatever could have given her at least a ray of light was gone ― you merely need rest, girl, put your anxieties to sleep within the narrow, choking walls of your chamber, hiding tears in your pride & sadness behind your doll face.
but this blue of midnight that fell akin to a velvet fabric over the land carried nothing like that for her, not rest was it; it was the so unreachable, the crown too heavy; unknown, yet to be learned. so perfectly replicated from them ( their very essence ) it ached.
❝ who are you? ❞
an audience for @soulreapt ( somnus )
THERE WILL BE BLOOD (2007) as requested by anonymous. feel free to change details and pronouns as you see fit. some nsfw and triggering material.
you can lose it all if you’re not careful.
we’re wasting time.
there’s too much confusion.
i’m not going to waste your time and i’d like it if you didn’t waste mine.
what church do you belong to?
i’d like it better if you didn’t think i was stupid.
just give me five hundred dollars in cash right now.
i wanna go now. i wanna leave.
remember your silence.
thank you for your hospitality, ___.
we don’t have any money.
how much money can we make from this?
i love you.
that’s not successful.
god bless us all.
i like your new dress, ___.
this makes me want out of this stupid miserable business.
how can you help people if they don’t help themselves?
that is the way we do things.
to hell with your ideas of what is right.
it’s a miracle.
go fish.
my faith is stronger than yours.
i think you are a weak little man.
you’re lucky the day i showed up here, ___.
i want you to stay away from me now.
you alright? you alright?
what happened? what’s wrong?
i can’t hear my voice.
you’re alright. just calm down.
please make me hear my voice.
can you hear me?
i have important work.
you shouldn’t have done that.
you’ve got something else coming to you.
you are such a stupid man, ___.
i will tear you apart for what you’ve done.
can i help you?
i wanted to find you.
i’m starving.
have you ever thought of going back home?
are you an angry man, ___?
are you envious?
i hate most people.
there are times where i look at people and i see nothing worth liking.
i just want to survive.
i don’t have the dedication to things that i once had.
you’re being lazy.
i want to make enough money that i can move far away from everyone.
i see the worst in people.
you should save yourself before it’s too late.
what are you doing to us?
one night, i’m gonna come inside your house, wherever you’re sleeping, and i’m gonna cut your throat.
have you gone crazy?
why are you acting insane and saying you’re gonna cut my throat?
you’re a sight for sore eyes.
i’m your friend.
i’m not trying to hurt you.
don’t you dare hit me.
are you a sinner?
i am a sinner.
i was lost but now i’m found.
how many can say they have known the love of their life since they can remember?
i have reached a crossroads in my life.
can we be alone?
i would rather speak to you in private.
i am leaving here.
it is time to make a change.
you are making such a misstep.
you’re stubborn and you won’t listen.
i know you don’t mean that.
i’m going away from you.
your home is a miracle.
we’ve seen ups and downs, haven’t we?
it’s a lie.
say it like you mean it.
you’re a fraud.
i broke you and i beat you.
stop crying you sniveling ass.
you lose.
don’t bully me, ___, please.
how dare you come to my home?
i’m finished.
You can’t out run me. I am everywhere
L ─── SHE HAD FULLEST, UNSHAKABLE faith in her tutor’s capacities, always had ( proven more than enough ), and yet, this ambitiousness, this strife to reach the highest result was more than unhealthy for her judgment. with this advanced hour, reason for rest was given ― just as for any human, time to have dinner & rest.
❝ you overexert yourself. ❞
voice calm, as usual, a lenient comment while working on a proper meal, though with that little note that made them sound doubtful, incredulous perhaps. until the weight of her mistake came to her notice.
if the noblesse has faith in this human, then why not you, girl?
❝ ...apologies, teacher. ❞
an audience for @unheimlig
Michael Cinco “The Impalpable Dream of Versailles” Fall 2017 Couture Collection
out. It is me, your local seirasexual, slapping out a STARTER CALL!
THERE WILL BE BLOOD (2007) as requested by anonymous. feel free to change details and pronouns as you see fit. some nsfw and triggering material.
you can lose it all if you’re not careful.
we’re wasting time.
there’s too much confusion.
i’m not going to waste your time and i’d like it if you didn’t waste mine.
what church do you belong to?
i’d like it better if you didn’t think i was stupid.
just give me five hundred dollars in cash right now.
i wanna go now. i wanna leave.
remember your silence.
thank you for your hospitality, ___.
we don’t have any money.
how much money can we make from this?
i love you.
that’s not successful.
god bless us all.
i like your new dress, ___.
this makes me want out of this stupid miserable business.
how can you help people if they don’t help themselves?
that is the way we do things.
to hell with your ideas of what is right.
it’s a miracle.
go fish.
my faith is stronger than yours.
i think you are a weak little man.
you’re lucky the day i showed up here, ___.
i want you to stay away from me now.
you alright? you alright?
what happened? what’s wrong?
i can’t hear my voice.
you’re alright. just calm down.
please make me hear my voice.
can you hear me?
i have important work.
you shouldn’t have done that.
you’ve got something else coming to you.
you are such a stupid man, ___.
i will tear you apart for what you’ve done.
can i help you?
i wanted to find you.
i’m starving.
have you ever thought of going back home?
are you an angry man, ___?
are you envious?
i hate most people.
there are times where i look at people and i see nothing worth liking.
i just want to survive.
i don’t have the dedication to things that i once had.
you’re being lazy.
i want to make enough money that i can move far away from everyone.
i see the worst in people.
you should save yourself before it’s too late.
what are you doing to us?
one night, i’m gonna come inside your house, wherever you’re sleeping, and i’m gonna cut your throat.
have you gone crazy?
why are you acting insane and saying you’re gonna cut my throat?
you’re a sight for sore eyes.
i’m your friend.
i’m not trying to hurt you.
don’t you dare hit me.
are you a sinner?
i am a sinner.
i was lost but now i’m found.
how many can say they have known the love of their life since they can remember?
i have reached a crossroads in my life.
can we be alone?
i would rather speak to you in private.
i am leaving here.
it is time to make a change.
you are making such a misstep.
you’re stubborn and you won’t listen.
i know you don’t mean that.
i’m going away from you.
your home is a miracle.
we’ve seen ups and downs, haven’t we?
it’s a lie.
say it like you mean it.
you’re a fraud.
i broke you and i beat you.
stop crying you sniveling ass.
you lose.
don’t bully me, ___, please.
how dare you come to my home?
i’m finished.
*kicks down door with soft / angsty seira & somnus stuff.* Deal with it.
@nobletod
‘ Deal with it ‘, was it? Somnus was much too accustomed to the silent anger of their leader, and of course, passive-aggressiveness suited one of Seira’s temperament ( or lack thereof ). He could not fathom, however, anything he had done recently to irritate her, so only dumbfoundedness would be the response to the white-haired noble’s… pouting? Could it even be called that? He could tell she was not livid; though lack of facial expression never betrayed her, the bond that all soul weapons shared with their wielder was not one so easily shattered.
Pouting. Well, should he dig himself a deeper hole or attempt to make amends?
❝ Don’t be like that, Leader. You know broth— we mean, we—are very sensitive and fragile. ❞ Though he supposed this was a good thing? Previous wielders would never dare to show such sentiments to the Death Scythe, and in turn, over the generations they had not learned to comfort well. ❝ Or… would you like us to deal with it, as in, bothering you further and call you by you-know-what—❞