BLADE OF FUJIWARA .

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚖𝚎   ,   𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝  𝚖𝚎   .

[beheliths]

   *     源 頼光   ————   𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐅  𝐃𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈  𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

@orgiri

[orgiri]

➴   𝐱𝐮𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐮·  ,

         “   𝐌𝐘 ,  𝐌𝐘 ,  so  gentle  .  .  .  .  I  felt  not  a  thing  when  you  cut  my  head  off  ———  is  that  why  you  failed ,  again ?  The  only  thing  you  island  dwarfs  seem  to  excel  at  is  burying  your  corpses  deep .  I  woke  at  dawn  and  dug  myself  out  by  dusk ,  at  last.   ”

          《 @orgiri 》

               〝         𝚂𝙾         𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙳         𝚈𝙾𝚄         𝙰𝚁𝙴  .         oh  ,   you  make  me  weep  ,  little  ogre  .  again  ,  lean  your  head  forward  .  we  will  try  again  and  i  will  pray  on  you  this  night  instead  .  we  should  find  you  a  monk  regardless  for  this  treacherous  fate  of  yours  .  .  .         〞

[minzokusan]

[orgiri]

remember one time i liked you ? uwu ... no ? good ! because it never happened aha oho !! owo

               that’s funny , i thought i just heard my very tiny ( and very human ) gf try to break up with me , must have been the wind uwu

[orgiri]

               𝙰         𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺         𝙾𝙵         𝙷𝙴𝚁         𝙹𝙰𝚆  .         it  is  rage  ,  it  is  blood  upon  the  shrine  ,  it  is  teeth  digging  into  the  bone  .  it  has  always  been  this  ,  always  the  gross  upset  ,  always  the  everlasting  flame  ,  never  the  timid  ice  .  she  knows  no  winter  ,  no  soft  summers  ------  only  the  smoking  spring  ,  scorched  and  bathed  in  heavenly  violence  .  she  too  ,  burns  with  it  as  she  drops  from  the  skies  above  upon  him  .  her  blade  sneers  through  his  shoulder  ,  clean  ,  curdling  .  blood  ,  it  is  all  blood  .  white  and  red  ,  bone  and  meat  .  his  arm  falls  with  a  gurgling  thump  as  she  kicks  it  away  ,  letting  it  roll  over  the  hillside  .  her  face  ,  contorted  with  a  cold  frenzy  .  a  stare  of  madness  ,  of  cold  ire  and  tender  vehemence  .  how  ugly  he  was  up  close  ,  how  she  could  not  bear  the  insipid  black  crawling  over  his  neck  ,  over  his  eyes  and  jaw  .  she  would  like  to  rip  that  maw  right  off  ,  to  make  him  chew  this  mercy  she  wrought  upon  he  and  his  kind  .         〞         ah  ,  feeling  better  ?         〞         doves  ,  she  sounds  like  doves  .  a  silken  thing  full  of  velvet  ,  full  of  bells  and  mornings  unended  ,  but  they  drip  from  no  smile  ,  only  a  thin  line  where  feeling  should  have  been  .  she  raises  her  blade  again  .

         @naireach  .

[orgiri]

puts my hoof out onto the pavement , hewwo would u like to plot ,

[orgiri]

➴   𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐮𝐬𝐮‌   ,

        the fires gnaw and nip at his flesh.    the fires see,  the fires know.  curdling his blood like a wrathful demon,   though his eyes reflect that of the sun’s withered light.   he smiles.   ❛  war is all it shall ever be and you need not thank me. ❜   whirling,  grasping,  gone.   what scathing sounds filled his ears when prowling the battlefield like a shadow of death.  metal upon metal,  metal upon flesh.   ❛  i too know what it is to gorge oneself on pitiful throats that are too weak to scream.  a hunter is as worthy as his prize,   you see. ❜  

               𝙱𝚄𝚃         𝙸𝚃         𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂         𝙷𝙴𝚁         𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴  .         a  soft  and  hungry  smile  ,  this  maw  full  of  teeth  ,  this  thing  that  chews  and  chews  and  chews  .  she  does  not  swallow  it  ,  that  hot  blooded  violence  that  sits  in  her  throat  .  she  lets  it  simmer  ,  she  lets  herself  choke  ,  then  spits  it  back  up  .  the  joy  is  in  the  suffocation  .         〞         but  i  must  .         〞                 downy  ,  this  voice  of  feathers  .  barely  a  song  ,  more  of  a  hum  .         〞         you  too  ,  know  of  the  sewers  ?  i  have  had  enough  of  them  .  these  small  trips  to  smaller  places  ,  to  little  holes  in  the  ground  where  only  a  rat  is  hiding  .  hardly  half  an  arrow  would  snuff  out  that  meager  soul  .  the  mountains  ---------  they  are  where  i  belong  .         〞                

[orgiri]

ANGST MEME ,

tagged: @scarbladed ty!!!! sending u all the hearts : > tagging: @fukyucho , @hongyan , @xuekou , @fyumine , @ u too !!

been cheated on | been bullied | told a lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident  | had sex | had sex with a stranger | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | felt used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She’s insane and insatiable. She eats more and that / Just makes her more malignant with craving. / Her body seems defined by the cravings / That have caused so many to live in misery.

Dante, tr. by Mary Jo Bang, from Inferno; “Canto I,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[orgiri]

➴   𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐧·  ,

      THIS   WAS   NOT   A   WOMAN ,  however much she smiled and smiles .  Wolf-teeth hid behind her demure mouth .  She was some clan’s precious war dog  ——  purple is a pricey dye ,  after all ,  and he was a creature cut from the same cloth .  “  That  is  inappropriate ,  ” he hissed ,  his voice curt .  But he also wondered of ‘ that aunt of his ’ and the recent eccentricities ,  starting with his own lord-father and now this .  A  vassal from the vanished Kina ,  with a name like ‘ Raikō ’ ,  who all but twisted his arm to follow him .  Kept close yet strangely did not sniff for weakness .  “  The  Empress  Mother  shall  be  given  the  reverence  she  is  owed ,  even  from  you ,  even  in  here .  ” It was the dull truth ,  and the empress hardly cared for a humble nephew beyond what he could offer her sons .  

“  Did  she  send  you  to  spy  on  me ?  ” Hóngyán sighed ,  kicking aside another broken door to yet another bottom pit with only perches to get across .  The dungeon was like a macabre bird cage .  If not the perches and swings ,  then all the carved stone and rotten wood covered in feathers and human remains .  “  I  have  no  designs  ——  and  watch  your  footing .   A  woman  should  not  step  so  happily  on  old  corpses …  ”

               𝚂𝙷𝙴         𝚆𝙰𝚂         𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴  .         much  more  .  an  ox  beating  at  the  gate  ,  shoveling  into  the  earth  as  horns  burrow  themselves  into  wood  ,  then  flesh  ,  then  bone  .  she  would  not  be  tethered  to  that  soft  wagon  that  they  grew  upon  her  great  shoulders  ,  that  tender  thing  full  of  love  and  misery  .  they  would  feel  her  thorns  grow  through  the  mantle  and  rein  ,  they  would  peer  at  their  own  blood  dripping  upon  the  ground  ,  they  would  witness  her  licking  it  up  and  coming  back  for  more  .         〞         haah  ,  repeat  that  to  me  in  a  decade  or  so  should  you  live  through  this  .  then  maybe  ,  i  shall  listen  to  the  unchanged  man  .         〞         so  that  is  what  she  does  .  eat  .  taste  the  blood  that  he  has  dropped  for  her  like  a  seed  ,  inhale  that  soft  copper  and  let  it  stifle  in  her  belly  until  she  is  satisfied  .         〞         those  tender  ears  of  yours  are  yet  to  sharpen  .  the  fujiwara - uji  are  my  masters  .  none  is  as  deserving  as  them  ,  not  even  she  .         〞         a  languid  trill  ,  that  voice  ever  soft  and  full  of  breath  ,  full  of  life  and  something  that  sounds  like  love  .  yet  beneath  that  tongue  wavers  the  graves  of  men  and  demon  alike  ,  the  saunter  of  devils  worse  than  what  the  dark  holds  ,  for  it  was  purely  and  irrevocably  human  .         〞         my  ,  will  you  carry  me  then  ?  your  back  is  sturdy  enough  ,  is  it  not  ?  bend  your  knee  ,  young  one  .  mother  is  tired  .         〞         a  sneer  as  tender  as  pillows  of  silk  ,  the  sound  of  a  warm  hearth  chiding  in  her  smile  .  her  hand  only  comes  up  to  ruffle  that  head  of  his  forcibly  as  she  walks  past  ,  fingers  clawing  into  red  locks  and  pulling  .  she  reminds  him  who  she  is  with  a  crack  of  a  skull  beneath  her  foot  .

[phantomemes]

rp sentence starters using lines from leigh bardugo’s work , six of crows 

“ of course they were wrong. ” “ every act of violence was deliberate. ” “ every favor came with enough strings attached to stage a puppet show. ” “ it’s always good to have a country in debt to you. ” “ this night smelled like violence. ” “ it’s about sending a message. ” “ i’m not going to bet on my own death. ” “ i don’t know what you are, but you’re not made right. ” “ when everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing. ” “ greed bows to me. ” “ i don’t think gods work that way. ” “ men mock the gods until they need them. ” “ are you going to tell us anything else about your miraculous plan? ” “ there’s a difference between confidence and arrogance. ” “ i’m not sure i have a heart to give anymore. ” “ unless you can be useful, go away. ” “ i’ll make you wish for death. ” “ i’m not in a very rational mood. ” “ you do not argue with a man covered in blood and a knife up his sleeve. ” “ look for miracles and listen to bedtime stories. ” “ if they want my blood, let them come for it. ” “ it is an insult to the dog to call you one. ” “ i’m going to feed you to a pack of hungry hounds. ” “ congratulations on your recent advancement to murderer of rank. ” “ i’ve spent most of this last year trying to find a way to set things right. ” “ has a true word ever left your lips? ” “ i might have loved you too. ” “ your conscience is interfering with your memory. ” “ i’m a very valuable investment. ” “ i don’t want to go back to sleep yet. ” “ at least we’re both the same kind of stupid. ” “ i’ve been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days. ” “ i don’t want your prayers. ” “ our luck is changing. ” “ that seems like cheating. ” “ we both must take the risk together. ” “ you’ll see who wins in the end. ” “ don’t leave me. ” “ someone had to pay. ” “ doesn’t matter how big the gun is if you don’t know where to point it. ” “ we’ve managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. ” “ the trick is in getting back up. ” “ i’m not going to pretend everything is okay. ” “ i don’t want to kill people, not really. ” “ i’m already a ghost. ” “ better terrible truths than kind lies. ” “ the heart is an arrow. ” “ how long have you been holding onto nothing? ” “ i practice the art of ‘pull his shirt over his head and punch till you see blood’. ” “ i made a bad call, and i deserve the blame for it. ” “ if we don’t survive this night, i will die unafraid. ” “ you should have drowned. ” “ you don’t deserve miracles. ” “ if your god is so delicate, maybe you should get a new one. ” “ we really need to get more suitable friends. ” “ you know they would not offer you mercy. ” “ let them live in shame instead. ” “ we are all someone’s monster. ” “ i want you to stay. i want you to … i want you. ” “ and how will you have me? ” “ give me a reason to stay. ” “ we all carry our sins. ”

[orgiri]

➴   𝐟𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞·   ,

              ‘        𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐎𝐍  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅  𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.  I AM NO FAN of such little games. Tell me what you want or your eyes will see only the curvature of my blade, woman.        ’

       *  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙰  𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵  𝚃𝙾𝙾  𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 ?  DISINTERESTED IN THE FUNDAMENTALS OF MAKING FRIENDS AND BONDS. She was a wolf, through and through. Lonesome and cruel, teeth bare to the enemy and predators who dared upon her path of decay and destruction. A short fuse, the irritation on her face was hidden but somewhat visible. Was this a joke? Flatter her with sweet words and catch her off guard? An attire so out of place to the vast many in this crown. THIS WOMAN, THIS WOMAN. She was either very unlucky that she was whomever issued a hit on her head, or she chose the wrong person to try and woo. 

                𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋         𝐈𝐍         𝐀𝐋𝐋         𝐇𝐄𝐑         𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆  ,        that  softness  curling  into  a  low  rumble  ,  a  teething  quake  that  stirs  the  open  ground  between  them  .  how  thunder  rolls  so  vividly  in  those  terrible  bones  ,  how  the  sun  sets  in  her  open  mouth  ,  the  pull  of  her  lips  sneering  more  than  smiling  now  .  it  makes  her  hungry  ,  the  way  she  talks  .         〞          my  ,  i  didn’t  realize  how  misspoken  i  was  .         〞         her  head  lowers  into  a  bow  ,  eyes  half  lidded  and  languid  upon  her  ,  that  flower  in  the  field  .         〞         i  apologize  ,  but  nothing  would  make  me  happier  than  to  see  that  blade  instead  .  at  least  ,  this  grey  would  have  a  color  to  it  then  .         〞        but  it  is  only  velvet  that  spills  from  her  tongue  ,  only  flowers  and  tenderness  that  drips  onto  the  ground  below  .  she  sounds  like  peace  ,  like  sentiment  .  but  in  that  throat  ,  there  is  only  a  patient  kind  of  starvation  waiting  for  the  next  meal  .         〞         it  would  be  my  honor  to  test  your  vigor  .         〞         there  is  no  justification  if  she  unsheathes  first  ,  after  all  .

[orgiri]

➴   𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐥𝐥‌   ,

❝      𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓  are  beautiful .  Would  that  I  could  gaze  upon  them  ever  after  ———  though  all  these  dead  soothe  my  soul  the  same  ;  one  less  finger  for  the  devil .  I  say ,  quite  the  exception  you  are  .  .  .  I  am  most  impressed  with  how  you  cleaved  the  head  of  that  horned abomination .  Marvelous ,  absolutely  marvelous !      ❞

* @orgiri .

               “          𝐈𝐅         𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘         𝐓𝐇𝐄         𝐒𝐔𝐍       would  shine  on  them  each  morning  !  but  blood  still  spills  and  to  saunter  into  one  day  after  the  other  ,  gazing  upon  fields  and  luminous  skies  is  a  kind  of  laxity  that  men  will  die  for  .  haah  ,  forgive  me  .  .  .  i  did  not  mean  to  splash  you  with  my  blade  so  gracelessly  .  i  suppose  it ’ s  fine  ,  so  long  as  that  smile  echoes  brightly  upon  your  face  .  at  least  the  last  thing  they  see  will  be  splendor  .         ”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood. I can kill myself or – I know it now – even kill another.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)

[unfollowfriday]

if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck

[orgiri]

➴   𝐱𝐮𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐮  ,

              𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 ,  forsakes the blush of human terror she had learned to paint a lifetime ago .  Haughtiness hardly forgotten ,  once noble and most beloved ,  she threw back her head and curls her hands like claws .  “   The  island  dwarf  dare  accuse  me ?   ”  When she bares her teeth ,  she is still careful not to show her true eyes : beautiful and utterly demonic for the loveliest shade of crimson .  Stupid child ,  she thinks bitterly .  “   Do  not  forget  whose  generosity  it  is  that  you  even  managed  to  entered  this  nest .  I’ll  flay  you  myself ,  thinking  me  an  oni .   ”  There is a grudge born ,  but while it is a little thing ,  she decides not to let it grate her nerves .  What a good nose this child had !  Smelling her inhumanity .  Not oni ,  but a monster all the same .  She loosens ,  like a pulled braid ,  remembers the face she had before  —  beautiful and deceiving soft  —  and reaches to dust off the ruble ,  wipe off the blood off the other woman’s shoulders .  “   Now  …  go  pick  yourself  some  trophies .  It  does  stink  here ,  you’re  right ,  and  I’d  not  want  to  stay  longer .   ”

                    𝐇𝐄𝐑         𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄         𝐈𝐒         𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄  .         smile  cracks  in  full  ,  a  crescent  moon  bathing  in  the  darkness  of  her  mouth  ,  devouring  lilies  and  snakes  alike  .  they  tumble  in  her  prickled  throat  ,  sinking  into  blood  as  she  leans  close  ,  closer  ---------  her  breath  mingling  into  that  silk  darkness  of  the  consort ’ s  hair  .         “         hush  ,  now  .         ”         a  cooing  sneer  ,  as  soft  as  twilight  .         “         perhaps  she  lingers  around  you  because  you  are  her  favorite  .  squirm  too  much  and  i  may  lose  her  scent  ,  and  it  will  be  your  life  in  danger  when  she  comes  back  for  you  .         ”         but  she  knows  ,  she  knows  that  scent  all  too  well  .  she  has  always  been  a  hound  ,  trained  to  sniff  an  inkling  of  blood  ,  and  here  ,  there  is  much  too  many  drops  to  be  called  human  .         “         you  may  take  care  of  yourself  as  you  please  ,  but  it  is  my  understanding  that  a  consort  ,  as  vivid  and  most  treasured  as  this  ,  should  not  have  to  lift  even  a  finger  to  move  her  disheveled  hair  from  her  own  face  .  allow  me  ,  to  snuff  out  that  misery  that  leaves  her  smell  all  over  you  .         ”         and  she  too  ,  reaches  ,  brushes  that  hair  that  lingers  in  front  of  the  woman ’ s  eyes  ,  a  smile  as  motherly  and  tender  as  daybreak  peaking  on  her  pale  face  as  she  steps  away  .         “         yes  ,  let ’ s  venture  off  ------  certainly  our  master  is  worried  about  what  became  of  her  beloved  ‘  yu  the  beauty  .   ’         ”

[orgiri]

➴  𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐮𝐬𝐮·  ,

          ❛  mayhaps you are simply not looking hard enough.  ❜  there comes a rumbling hiss  licking at the corners of his voice.   ❛  you only waste yourself on these rabble,  you wait but you do not act.  to pry the wolves out from their den you must starve them first, and then you must strike.  ❜

                     𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒         𝐒𝐇𝐄         𝐇𝐀𝐒         𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍         𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐋   .         that  blade  ,  fat  and  lazy  on  soft  blood  .         “         i  will  learn  .  the  cur  will  know  when  i  do  .  war  is  war  ,  no  ?  we  burn  the  villages  we  pass  through  .  they  will  understand  when  there  is  nothing  left  for  the  wolves  to  hunt  ,  when  they  are  devoured  no  longer  after  i  snare  those  gangly  pups  of  theirs  .  ---------  truly  !  i  am  most  grateful  for  your  words  .        ”         a  soft  trill  ,  festering  within  the  gut  of  hate  ,  this  smile  sublime  .         “         they  will  lead  my  blade  onward  into  the  tender  dark  ,  i  will  remember  you  .         ”