soulbreak.

[opsianos]

opsianos:

i had this hnk oc concept and lately ive kind of wanted to write them

ok im continuing this. celestite. they were dropped by the moon people to spy on the gems but they dont know. theyre really confused and listless a lot of the time and they have a habit of “”sleepwalking””

theyre so fragile that they often wake up somewhere around the school broken from tripping or walking into something

[opsianos]

i had this hnk oc concept and lately ive kind of wanted to write them

[opsianos]

novocaid:

@opsianos​ | ｢♦｣

     “You’re so strong looking and tough! Maybe I should become a smith too, like you!”

   Really, with how much and how long Phos had been admiring the other, it was clear they were more than just enamoured. Not only was smithery incredibly cool, but Obsidian made it look so easy, too.

    “You really think so?” They laughed- often, they had been told they looked too small or sweet for their work, until they rolled their sleeves up to reveal the muscles that handled all the heavy-lifting in their craft. 

    “I could teach you to do something simple, I think. You’d just have to be careful not to get hurt.” Not realistic. But they can ask.

[opsianos]

SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS

macbeth: the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk. chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs. stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.

a midsummer night’s dream: crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of wind chimes at night. humming bees. beds of clover.

romeo and juliet: warm golden lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.

hamlet: shattered glass. cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. protruding veins.

tagged by: @latesco wuv u tagging: @lunaureal uh fuck everyones been tagged @shatterless ?

[opsianos]

    woke up this morning and got on here and remembered that i accidentally deleted all my icons.

[opsianos]

lunaureal:

@opsianos​ hit that heart

        “ oh… oh my god. oh my god. i am so sorry.  ” there’s swords lying haphazardly across the floor, the scene being preceded by a loud crash of them flying everywhere after phos knocked very ungracefully into a table. one of them is even wedged in phos’s arm a little bit, but it’s more like a hot knife through butter instead of making it crack.

    They thought their days of cleaning up after Phos were long-gone, but apparently not. It almost reminds them of the first time they saw Phos handle a blade, bright-eyed and spry, far too weak to even hold it. 

    “No, it’s, um....I get it. Since you just. Woke up, and all.” Obsidian’s voice is bright, but even that can’t mask the way they string a sword back on the wall with a little too much aggression. “Did that hurt?”

[opsianos]

latesco:

@opsianos | ☿

Since handing the blade over, Cinnabar has retreated closer to the doorway than to Obsidian. They’re content to just stand there, arms curled around their slender frame so tight they might disappear in on themself.

“It should. I mean, I think it should. Red Beryl said so.”

They’re made keenly aware of the mercury oozing from their skin, how it rises to orbit their head. They must look so vile!

“You don’t… You don’t have to give me a blade. You worked so hard on them, I don’t want to ruin it…”

    “Hmm...that’s kind of cool, isn’t it? A mass-destructive bioweapon,” they hum, taking a cloth to gingerly wipe off the thick substance without it reaching their fingers. “You could use this, I think. Against the Lunarians, you know? we’ve never tried something like it.” Verbally, their focus on battle is clear, but in reality, they pity the other- an existence too dangerous for others, useful only for hurting.

    “Has Sensei told you exactly what it is yet...?” The question is rhetorical, of course. They had barely a semblance of doubt that he could analyze such a distinct-looking poison, but speaking about it was easily capable of bringing either of them pain.

    “It’s okay, Cinnabar. You’re really young, aren’t you? you have plenty of time to figure it out. And we have plenty of blades.”

[opsianos]

    ive got 2 responses in the queue, so im out to check on my other blogs for now!

[gorgeousgeology]

[landofthelustrous]

gorgeousgeology:

Stunning polished Obsidian which is totally stunning and almost like the cosmos! This stunning piece is listed on on eBay here: http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/381763746024

[opsianos]

lunaureal:

      “ i – ” oh god. um. uh. how do they respond. they don’t want obsidian to take it by any means– the possibility of obsidian dissecting it was a very bad thought indeed, and phos hesitates for a moment, before finally responding.

       “ ah, just … be careful with it. ” it’s not like they’re worried about the well-being of the lunarians by any means, given that any destroyed lunarian will just pop back up on the moon unscathed. “ it’s … a pretty useful weapon, you know? ” they did use it to ‘take down’ cicada, and it was a testament to how light and strong it was as a sword.

    “Don’t worry, I will.” Their grip is now ginger, careful, lifting the blade up to examine it on all edges- it was covered in some strange oil, thin in viscosity and transparent in color, but it hardly even dripped, sticking to their skin. 

    Maybe that oil was how Phos had avoided revealing their color after they had fallen- it stuck to, and in turn, protected the skin. How interesting. “Lunarian technology is...ahead of us, don’t you think?” Obsidian’s voice is a little quieter, clearly thinking, but a smile still on their face, the quality of which could be debated.

[novocaid-archive-blog]

phos doodles that i made while waiting for ep9 to be uploaded online

[greelin]

good responses to being stabbed with a sword (part 2)

oh no i’m allergic

it sword of seems like you’ve got a problem with me

laughter. not the word “laughter”, just. laughing

sure it’s the thought that counts and i appreciate the sentiment but does this gift come with a receipt

you wound me. literally. you just. actually wounded me. that thing is really sharp. so you. don’t even look at me like that they can’t all be winners

wouldn’t it have been hilarious if i just flew back like balloons do when you pop ‘em? can you even imagine? god. just. do it again, pretend the first time didn’t happen. come on. please

[greelin]

honorable mentions

grabbing the sword by the blade, pulling it out, handing it back to them and saying “you dropped this”

that’s unfortunate

it could be worse

this isn’t really how i pictured my day going when i woke up this morning, but who am i to complain

[fastighetsbyranmalmo-blog]

[cavillaca]

Promo art by Ichikawa-sensei for the limited edition volume 6 of Houseki no Kuni (x)

[cryptobiont-blog]

          ——— YOU’LL LIVE FOREVER TONIGHT.

                                                  written by reena. 

[lunaureal-blog]

     you were an isle unto thyself, you had a heart you hadn’t felt. why would it hurt me? or was it real? it was the night we had to part, we were afraid to miss the start. what did it matter– why would it matter? and could we heal? i was a victim of magic, apollo, catching my breath as I bled on the ground. somebody called me to follow, i followed, thinking aloud without hearing the sound. independent post-lapis phosphophyllite. as told by reena.

[opsianos]

❝ God, this happens every time. ❞

    “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, Cinnabar.” For once, they wear gloves, handling the blade carefully instead of eagerly. After all, half of it was soaked in poison, the handle lined in silver palm prints. Perhaps, with such a unique ability, they could fight against the Lunarians despite their low hardness- but not with this particular issue.

    “Does it go through even if you wear gloves...?”