[obliviorum]

                                             I am the spirit that n e g a t e s                                         And rightly so, for all that comes to be                                                                                Deserves to perish w r e t c h e d l y

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[obliviorum]

 what type of love are you  ?

i love you, i've always loved you, i will always love you it's   commitment,   it's   devotion,   it   goes   often   without   saying,   but   is   felt   nonetheless.   it's   accepting   that   you   would   travel   to   hell   and   back   for   them   if   they   asked   and   knowing   that   they   would   do   the   same   for   you.   it's   an   old   ache,   long   after   they've   burrowed   deep   into   your   chest   and   settled   there   like   a   weight-   grounding,   an   anchor   point.   even   when   you're   apart,   you   can   still   feel   the   shape   of   them,   it's   like   phantom   pain.   neither   of   you   can   help   but   succumb   to   the   other's   gravity,   yet   neither   of   you   fear   the   collision.   it   means   that   you   trust   them,   that   they   make   you   feel   safe,   that   they   feel   like   home.

tagged by:  the one and only of my life @vulpesse tagging:  @origami-assassin​, @demacianmage, @ncumenia, @dilitiria, @withperfecttempo and you!!

[xmusiings]

You’ve seen how I live I’ve got darkness and fears to appease

[obliviorum]

vulpesse​:

          𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘   ──   𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃,  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒,  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋,  𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒.  It is agonizingly instinctive,  to wonder why he has decided to grow oh so close to a beast when all he hungers for is an ordinary and customary existence,  one where the very essence of humanity can be felt and experienced and loved and hated.  SHE FEELS DIRTY,  heinous part of an entirely innocent desire that she is destined to taint and blemish with her sole presence:  it has happened in the past already,  after all.  And thus,  she grows colder   /   A muscle somewhere stiffens,  followed suit by her jaw and by the now accelerated and irregular beats of a WITHERED HEART that had foolishly and selfishly hoped for and believed in sentimental redemption,  albeit one of fleeting nature. 

          ❝  I can easily envision what your paradise looks like,  for it is something that I have wished for too,  a long time ago.  ❞   And yet,  is it not foolishly unfair to compare her dreams to his own  ?  IS IT NOT HILARIOUS,  to juxtapose the desires of a human whose humanity had been viciously stolen with the desires of an ancient beast who would never be capable of comprehending what humanity truly betokens  ?  A sigh,  purposely silent yet sorely heavy with unspoken feelings,  slither past rose-tinted tiers and the foxen woman leans back,  cradled by the comfortable fur of furled appendages  (  here it is,  naught but another cold evidence that she has nothing in common with those blessed   /   cursed by humanity  )  .  When she looks back at the prophet,  her bitterness is gone   ──   Hidden,  suffocated,  buried but still festering.   ❝  I hope this paradise is not too far from you.  ❞ 

it   wasn’t   clear   the   extent   of   exhaustion   nor   the   adverse   effects   it   had   on   the   body   until   it   was   completely   shed   to   the   ground,   left   exposed   to   the   lamentable   reality   that   he   was   naught   but   a   mere   puppet.   he   had   realized   that   his   life   was   purely   dominated,   and   it   became   indisputable   how   willing   he   was   to   abandon   the   concept   of   a   vengeful   retreat   for   one   that   promoted   stripping   himself   from   all   malevolent   psyche   and   embrace   the   humanity   still   residing   within.   in   many   ways,   ahri's   assistance   had   altered   the   course   of   his   life   ㅡ   he   began   to   believe   that   a   way   out   was,   for   the   very   first   time,   attainable...   and   had   to   disclose   that   to   hold   the   truth   and   the   hand   of   destiny   was,   after   all,   a   revolting   curse   that   those   who   consumed   him   to   the   very   brim,   were   conscious   of.  

her   inquietude   was   tied   together   with   his   own,   both   forming   the   bond   necessary   to   stabilize   an   excruciating   disease   ㅡ   the   anchors   of   his   love   for   her   kept   his   heart   alive,   but   he   knew   they   had   been   misused,   regardless.   they   assisted   in   carrying   the   weight   of   his   burden   and   yet...   they   would   be   freed   from   his   sentiments   should   ever   be   any   betrayal   ㅡ   she   did   not   like   his   response   and   abandonment   was...   painfully   inevitable.   ❝   it   is   possible   for   both   if   we   allow   it   to   be.   ❞   her   retreat   unsettled   him   and   he   was   compelled   to   reach   for   her,   finding   her   petite   form   layered   beneath   his   larger   one,   letting   the   limbs   decide   on   the   distance   betwixt   the   two.   ❝   your   nonchalance   unsettles   me   and   so   does   your   silence.   allowing   you   to   know   all   of   me   has   never   made   more   sense...   yet,   i   do   not   receive   that   in   return.   ❞   the   azure   of   his   gaze   exposed   the   lament.   ❝   and   while   i   wholly   accept   that,   i   cannot   accept   that   you   believe   my   paradise   needs   to   be   attained   all   alone.   there   was   no   us   in   your   statement.   solely   hope   for   one.   ❞

[obliviorum]

demacianmage​:

she feels special, not only is she able to see him, but it did not feel like it came with a price, that was, unless he was taxing her as they spoke and she had no idea. luxanna drums her fingers idly at her thighs, rocking on her feet as she waits for him to allow her her chance to speak. “well, i’ll tell you later. for now, i am interested in a fortune.” she smiles to him and takes her seat across form him. ever so the lady that she is, she crosses her legs and holds her hands together in her lap, sitting with her back straightened, and golden hair falling behind her, the picture of sophistication and grace before him.  his voice does draw her in, and a part of her waits with baited breath to hear him speak again, just so she can have something to remember.  “what is in store for me? or is that not the correct way to ask these kinds of thing?” he’s right about her- her curiosity will always be her defining feature, whether she knows it or not.

vigilant   ceruleans   observed   rather   contemplative   the   female   seeking   comfort   across   of   him,   having   manners   otherwise   alienated   by   those   prone   to   visit   —   she   was,   by   no   means,   someone   whose   poverty   was   carried   upon   her   shoulders   (   for   those   were   insatiable   and   refused   to   accept   the   truth   ),   but   instead,   a   woman   of   rich   principles   and   exquisite   grace.   ❝   isn't   yours   already   brimmed   with   delight,   my   delphinium?   ❞   her   inquisitiveness   was   both   unsettling   and   intriguing,   having   no   utter   motive   to   delve   into   the   realms   of   the   time   to   come   when   she   was   aware   of   her   adjacent   prosperity.   a   brow   thus   curved   at   the   final   query   before   he   allowed   a   chuckle   to   pass   through   the   coffin   of   his   throat   —   she   was,   no   doubt,   one   lady   of   a   kind.   ❝   your   mannerism   impresses   me,   every   single   time.   ❞   the   void   roared   within,   eager   to   regain   the   reins   he,   himself,   manoeuvred   with   expertise.   time   was   scarce   (   he   knew   that,   on   a   very   painful   degree   ),   for   the   psyche   was   velcroed   with   malevolence.   ❝   you've   been   gifted   with   naught   but   wealth...   but   i've   not   encountered   meaning   bonds.   have   you   been   feeling   lonely,   mayhap?   ❞

[vulpesse-arc]

          𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒   ──   𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋,  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄  ?  The vulpine vastaya listens with utmost care,  as she always does,  to each and every word that languidly drips from the prophet’s tongue and that metamorphoses into an enticing voice that haunts every hour of her existence   /   Akin to honeyed poison,  akin to a mocking siren’s song,  akin to the swansong for a lovestruck raven.  Lithe fingers trace the muscles of his arms,  instinctively drawing ‘pon tanned flesh  [  AMOROUS  ]  words and visions that she is incapable of expressing through voice alone  ;  the seconds pass,  an answer arduously comes.  And so,  she nuzzles closer,  selfishly conquers the focus of his attention in pursuance of leading it elsewhere,  far from what he believes her to BE   ──   After all,  what is she,  if not the breathing memento of yore and loss  ?  Let her be something else,  anything else, even for naught but a moment.   ❝  Tell me…  What does your paradise look like  ?  ❞

♡･ﾟ: *    @obliviorum​  has sent a love letter:   ❛ Are you not the only tie between good and evil, earthly pits and paradise? ❜

[obliviorum]

as   if   he   was   on   fire   from   within,   as   if   the   flames   were   living   in   the   lining   of   his   skin:   he   had   become   a   servant   of   her   beauty   and   a   warrior   of   her   ardent   infatuation   ㅡ   doomed   to   be   commanded   and   to   be   at   the   mercy   of   a   seraphic   presence.   the   mere   touch   was   painfully   welcomed,   having   no   other   purpose   but   to   remind   him   of   what   he   had   become   (   if   not   dominated   by   the   void,   then   dominated   by   love   )   and   what   question   might   have   escaped   from   exposed   tiers,   was   hence   forgotten   and   scattered   along   with   any   other   fruitless   attempts   of   securing   the   reins   of   his   self-control.   breath   faltered,   a   hard-cased   hand   reached   for   his   forehead   to   have   fingertips   jazzing   across   in   a   pointless   attempt   of   hiding   the   evident   disquietude   caused   by   the   natural   body   reactions   the   intimacy   provoked.   it   mattered   not,   however.   nothing   mattered.  

she   casually   changed   subjects,   instead,   and   the   momentary   urge   to   protest   dissipated   with   the   honeyed   scent   oozing   from   her   complexion.   weak.   he   felt   weak.   ❝   paradise...   for   me?   is   a   place   where   i   can   be   completely   human:   to   give,   to   take,   to   feel,   to   laugh,   to   get   lost,   to   be   found,   to   be   exhilarated,   to   be   devastated,   to   love   and   to   lust   ㅡ   to   be   so   human,   that   it   hurts   to   admit.   ❞   cerulean   gaze   met   the   golden   orbs   awaiting   the   response   and   the   resemblance   to   a   curious   kitten   swept   across   his   vision,   evoking   a   barely-there   smile.   ❝   sanctity,   sacredness,   purity...   redemption.   those   things   i   have   always   wanted.   i   realized   that   i   can   only   find   them   after   this   life.   ❞   the   pad   of   his   fingers   brushed   lightly   the   rebellious   bangs   away   from   his   visage,   not   once   reaching   for   a   loving   ministration.   ❝   does   my   response   satiate   your   curiosity...   ahri?      ❞

[obliviorum]

unprompted ask // open       you seem distant today  ( @demacianmage​​ )

saccharine   vocals   came   from   the   perfect   trout   stream,   the   observant   he   was   peaking   a   glimpse   of   the   droplets   of   water   accompanying   the   jumps   given   by   the   beings   swiftly   adjusting   their   swimbladders.   her   vox   was   jazzing   with   their   sound   and   his   interest   was   thus   shifted   to   her,   cerulean   orbs   halting   on   the   beauteous   form   sitting   beside   him,   not   too   far,   however   not   too   close.   he   wondered   then   if   his   demeanour   had   altered   ㅡ   if   the   shadows   of   the   void   were   once   again   invading   territory   that   only   belonged   to   him   and   the   man   he   had   become,   changing   the   benevolence   residing   within.   ❝   have   i?   ❞   she   was   a   visitor   of   a   kind,   a   present   form   in   the   lonesome   life   he   opted   to   embrace   and   despite   hardly   to   admit,   the   shining   star   plastered   in   the   obsidian   sky   he   truly   loathed.   ❝   perhaps   it's   the   weather...   nothing   serious.   ❞   a   barely-there   smile   was   thus   decorating   exposed   tiers,   having   no   purpose   to   hide   his   countenance   beneath   a   layer   of   purple.   she   had   won   his   trust,   not   long   ago.

[myriadegraphique]

Avatars / 200x320 / Toni Mahfud

[blossomfully]

In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

@obliviorum ♡

(via vulpesse)

[vulpesse-arc]

                                * 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐗.

a deep study on the motifs of:  𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐯𝐬 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃,  the espousal of thanatos and eros with her body as the ceremonial cathedral,  the sentimental obloquy of a beauty that is neither benevolent nor kind  (  the most beautiful flower also has the sharpest thorns  )  ,  𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘕 and the perpetual hunger for love in a loveless world. gently loved by 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 .  ♡

[obliviorum]

unprompted ask // open     braids some little blossoms into his hair.  ♡ ( @floranthes​ )

he   was   a   silent   chanter   bathing   in   the   bliss   that   her   presence   caused,   a   breathing   example   of   a   man   whose   peace   could   be   easily   achieved   if   presented   with   the   right   company   whilst   ephemerally   forgetting   the   crude   (   and   all-consuming   )   reality   of   his   existence.   ❝   it   tickles   a   bit...   ❞   vox   barely   a   whisper,   he   offered   naught   but   a   sweet   smile,   feeling   however   the   absence   of   his   half,   a   petite   form   brimmed   with   beauty,   with   love,   with   kindness   ㅡ   whose   tails   were   as   mischievous   as   her   innate   brazenness.   and   lamentably,   her   return   was   unknown   to   him.   ❝   a   little   bit   long...   don't   you   think?   ❞   he   examined   celestial   lineaments   with   curiosity,   beneath   the   curtain   of   his   long   bangs   that   concealed   the   doors   to   his   soul.   ❝   i   should   take   care   of   myself...   when   the   time   is   given   to   me.   ❞

[obliviorum]

self-knowledge questionnaire

ambition

you   have   a   strong   sense   of   potential   and   an   intense   drive   to   accomplish   difficult   things.   the   core   of   this   is   your   ability   to   hold   together   the   big   goals   and   the   daily   efforts.   where   other   people’s   hopes   collapse   when   they   encounter   the   tedium   of   the   journey,   you   keep   coming   back.   oddly,   it   is   actually   your   ability   to   endure   feeling   unheroic   that   counts.   you   know   the   power   of   working   away   solidly   on   what’s   in   front   of   you.

reverence

one   part   of   you   dreams   of   giving   yourself   up   –   perhaps   just   for   a   while   –   to   a   hero   or   mentor.   in   the   right   circumstances   you   can   flourish   by   letting   go   of   your   ego.   in   your   inner   life,   reverence   plays   out   as   a   willing   submission   to   your   own   conscience.   in   the   outside   world,   you   might   get   frustrated   searching   for   something   worth   believing   in   –   a   country,   a   person,   a   company   –   but   you   will   always   be   open   to   feeling   respect,   admiration   and   wonder.

independence you   don’t   set   out   to   be   different   for   its   own   sake;   you   are   more   easily   guided   by   what   interests   and   moves   you.   you   are   more   concerned   about   what   is   right   for   you   than   about   the   pressure   to   fit   in.   in   sex   you   are   more   aware   than   others   of   impulses   which   are   not   entirely   conventional.   you   know   the   value   of   selective   irresponsibility,   of   forgetting   occasionally   about   being   ‘good’.

shyness

part   of   you   is   gripped   by   the   fear   that   you’ll   launch   into   something   and   completely   mess   it   up.   the   upside   of   this   is   wise   caution:   people   are   indeed   often   too   rash,   whereas   you   know,   by   instinct,   that   holding   back   can   save   you.   probably,   you   feel   shame   and   self-disgust   a   bit   too   much.   but   when   you   do   feel   in   your   element,   you   act   with   a   wisdom   and   sensitivity   never   found   in   people   with   thicker   skins.

tagged by: @withperfecttempo​ ( thank you, kitten :3 ) tagging: @floranthes, @ncumenia​, @dilitiria​, @demacianmage​, @origami-assassin​, @ringmaster-jack​ and you!!

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          *𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 ( 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 ) 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑.

independent,  highly selective,  mutuals only  𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  inspired by the lore of the horror webtoon / drama  “𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞” .  as gently loved by  𝐁𝐔𝐍  !  ♡

[obliviorum]

make your muse as a little rpg character.

tagged by: @vir4uoso ( thank you kitten ♥ ) tagging: @vulpesse, @demacianmage, @ncumenia, @origami-assassin, @dilitiria, @teluminum, @withperfecttempo, @iceflowers, @ringmaster-jack and you !!

[obliviorum]

unprompted ask // open     gently squints at the other man who looks oddly familiar for some reason, a hand under his chin. hmmm. ( @ringmaster-jack​ )

guttural   growl   emerged   from   the   coffin   of   his   throat   upon   feeling   a   hand   touching   what   was   naturally   forbidden   and,   hence,   he   swiftly   (   however   not   with   the   intention   of   causing   pain   )   slapped   the   palm   away,   showcasing   an   indignant   frown.   ❝   do   i   know   you,   sir?   ❞   a   candid   question   awaited   a   remarkably   candid   response.   he   was   not   one   to   allow   any   sort   of   physical   contact   unless   there   was   a   subtle   bond   stringing   his   comfort.   ❝   i   don't   think   i   have   seen   you   before.   ❞

[obliviorum]

origami-assassin​:

The sound of footfalls approaching had raised awareness that someone was coming closer.  With food pushed into her cheek, she chews, hidden eyes shifting towards the one closing the distance with tension roused in her shoulders.  He would be confronted by a strange animal skull hiding the sharp gaze of star-kissed violet eyes.  Even the sockets seemed like endless pools of ebony, never offering a back to the darkness held within them.

Seeing a bag lifted towards her, instinct pulled her back with food abandoned to the ground - all but the bit hanging from her lips - so she might free her hands and prepare for a fight.  She was not welcoming of this gift.  It only granted tension and hostility from the petite woman.  Even for her size she seemed fierce.  Feral.  Ready to snap a hand off if he insisted upon stretching it out towards her more.

She doesn’t need his pity.  His hospitality.  His – Surely he wanted something in return.  Even if half of her visage was obscured, there’s a level of suspicion in the way she holds herself.  “It’s enough.”  She remarks chillingly.  Her accent that of someone of high society.. but muddled a bit.. And clearly Noxian for those who could distinguish the differences of Valoran’s locations.  “What do you want..” a demand less than a question.  She would not be so open to an offering of help by a stranger.

shadows   of   war   graced   that   alien   gaze   and   profuse   sorrow   seemed   to   gnaw   at   them   savagely,   yet   surprise   did   not   come   to   the   lineaments   that   carved   the   exhaustion   of   sleepless   nights   ㅡ   instead,   intrigued   he   became   with   the   hostility   returned,   expecting   naught   but   (   mayhap   )   silent   gratitude.   thence   he   retreated   the   bag,   examining   the   throbbing   heart   through   the   crestfallen   look,   nodding   his   head   as   if   transmitting   understanding.   he   too,   had   a   handful   of   hesitation.

bitter(sweet)   simper   crept   upon   his   tiers,   unveiled   from   the   fabric   so   often   layering   what   malice   stood   beneath   ㅡ   a   simple   man   he   was   at   that   very   moment,   deprived   of   the   reins   prone   to   be   controlled   by   the   one   and   only.   he   was   him,   alone.   ❝   i   want   you   to   take   it,   merely.   ❞   his   vox   was   barely   a   whisper,   as   if   secrets   were   shared,   as   if   witnesses   were   undeserved   of   their   small   (   however   fulfilling   )   conversation.   ❝   i   believe   i'm   not   asking   for   too   much,   fellow   wanderer.   it   seems   you   were   in   need   of   supplements.   ❞   too   casual,   however   courteous   in   his   own   fool   way,   he   still   insisted   with   the   bag   being   once   again   handed   to   her.   she,   somehow,   reminded   himself   of   who   he   was.   ❝   you   don't   have   to   be   a   scavenger   anymore.   ❞

[taliasburns]

HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY DAY