THE VAGUENESS OF SAINTHOOD

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so what if I write tulip o’hare ^_^

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hewo like this for a starter ^_^ specify what muse you want

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classeact:

           sometimes   he   believes   there   is   no   reason   for   him   to   lie  ,       that   perhaps   he   could   fall   into   himself  ;     𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐄   `&   𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒   𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋   𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 .         but   it   is   then   that   he   recalls   the   past .      the   way   everyone   fell   away   from   him  ,      as   though   every   connection   was   just   water   in   the   surface   of   his   palm .      when   knocked   by   harsh   winds   it   dripped   between   his   fingers   and   melted   into   the   sand .       𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋   𝐁𝐄   𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓   𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒   𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 .

           when   he   speaks   again   the   words   are   whispered   against   her   ear  ,     desperation   laced   thickly   through   his   tone .     with   one   hand   in   her   hair   and   the   other   gripping   at   her   waist   delicately  ,     everything   about   him   was   hesitant   in   yearning .        ❝       kiss   me    .    .    .         touch   me .       let   me   feel   how   you   feel .       ❞  

ZOYA WAS NAIVE- RECKLESSLY SO AT TIMES, BUT NOT SO COMPLETELY THAT SHE WAS BLINDED ENTIRELY. it did not take a genius to recognize there was a dark thing pulsing where jesse’s heart was meant to be. but he softened his mouth to honey dew for her, he gazed upon her with eyes of golden dawn  &  kindled her heart to ceaseless burning. to her his heart was embellished in gold, gleaning as though lit by the very sun itself. she would not see the worst of him. 

“  come here, i will show you . . .   “  goosebumps race across her skin in a violent prickling, lungs robbed of their elasticity struggle to fill, breathing labored zoya’s mouth shapes a saccharine smile as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. hands glide desperately along the glass cut of shoulders, along a collarbone and to the tenderness of the back of his neck. her hands quiver as she forces every ounce of her adoration, her love for him into every gesture.

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protecterra:

         ❛   i mean it more than i’ve ever meant anything before in my life.   ❜  it’s so cliche, and maybe once that mattered to him, but the only thing that matters now is her. he lifts a hand, treasuring the feel of her soft cheek against his calloused palm. he leans over, resting his head against hers. for a moment, he closes his eyes and breaths. breaths because he wants to capture the infinity of this moment, lock it away, and never allow himself to forget. breaths because in the time he’s known her, it’s a rarity have time to catch their breath.  ❛   i love you so much, usagi.   ❜  

OH HOW HER HEART FLUTTERS AT THE WORDS ! usagi is pleased that he does not hesitate to reach for her- the rough brush of his palm  &  the weight of his head against hers is enough. eyes flutter closed in pure elation, she thinks to herself that she could stay this way for an eternity  &  she would know the greatest happiness of all. svelte arms glide around him, palms press flat between his shoulder blades. the smell of him invades her senses  &  she swears the taste of honey lingers somewhere at the back of her mouth.     “  i love you, mamou, more than anything at all .   “   spring permeates her nose  /  the smell of roses strokes her lungs.  

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blueled:

❝ the  moon  is  a  cruel  goddess ,  don’t  you  know . ❞   deliberately , he  leaves  the  story  of  the  wolf  and  his  abiding  punishment  away  from  the  narrative .  he  leaves  out  that  from  cold  ignorance , it  had  formed  a  noose  tightening  around  his  neck . once , rage  had  saved  him ,  — but  the  greed  had  grown  far  too  excessive ,  rotting  within  his  heart  like  fruit  left  to  decay  beneath  the  sweet  summer - heat .  greed . how it  longs  to  play  another  dire  role  once  again .     ❝  but  i  suppose  that  there  is  no  need .  come ,  what  i  fear  is  that  the  goddess  may  turn  in  envy  lest  she  catches  a  glimpse  of  your  beauty . ❞    he  carries  his  hell  with  him ,  but  in  conjoined  hands , he  sees  how  quiet  and  tame  it  had  fallen  to .  how  it  had  grown  to  be  soft  and  docile , resembling  the  flit  of  daisy , heart  trembling  like  a  feverish  stallion . ( —- but  a  horse  was  made  for  running  away . )    ❝  my  own  darling , you  may  do  as  you  please . i  shall  play  my  part , to  be  suspended ,  allowing  you  to  tear  me  apart  if  you  wished . —- how  madly curious  i  am  of  you ,  you’ve  come  to  rob  me  of  my  sorrow . ❞    had  she  wished  to  devour  him  alive ,  he  would  have  allowed .  to  be  alive  , how  one  would  rejoice  upon  the  thought !   however ,  to  be  held  perpetual  hostage  of  it ,  to  have  the  quiet  privilege  of  death  and  its  interlude  to  be  taken  away  from  you ,  it   was  to  have  his  heart  be  gorged , stolen  away  by  a  ravenous  thing .      ❝  ah , i  see  a  cruel  fate  in  approach ,  but  allow  me  to  be  selfish .  ❞

ALINA HAD GROWN USED TO LISTENING- TO LETTING SILENCE OCCUPY THE SPACE HER VOICE ONE HELD. for she was better seen than heard, no? yet, she could never contain her silence when the moment most called for it  /  when her father would have wanted her silence to hold her prisoner her voice always slipped through with resilient vibrato. she had been slapped for it  /  beat for it but it never changed the nature of her- it never would. alina’s eyes were dark things, following his every fleeting movement with a vicious sort of hunger, drinking in his every detail ferociously. it seemed to good to be true, she thought to herself, that some beautiful man might come to steal her away from her misery  &  set her heart ablaze in horrible adoration.     “  have you come to rob me of mine ? i must know . it sits inside me like a stone- like a peach pit spreading its festering rot to my heart .   “   delirium settles at the base of her skull  &  she fills dizzy with all of it, drunk on the sound of his voice  /  on the way his hands dance in the candle light. alina stagers- struggling to control her breathing as the full breadth of realization at the situation at hand settles in. never again would her mothers horrible croon rattle in her ears, never again would her fathers cruel eyes strip her to bone. none of it. ever again. there would only be him, him, him..   “  what is this cruelty you speak of ? may i too be selfish ? if i may be so bold .   “

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aencient:

a  gentle  wind  sends  strands  of  blond  and  blades  of  green  astray,  the  leaves  rustle  and  the  branches  bend  ‘neath  the  disembodied  gust.  he  busies  himself  with  apples  and  a  wide  assortment  of  fruit,  the  fire  in  front  of  him  crackling  gently.  he  swiftly  thumbs  a  knife  through  each  fruit  in  halves  and  quarters,  every  so  often  glancing  up  to  where  she  stands  or  sits,  for  her  position  changes  each  time  he  does  so.  the  one  time  he  does  so,  however,  he  feels  a  sharp  pinch  on  his  finger,  and  glances  down  to  see  red  glide  down  the  length  of  his  thumb.  he  doesn’t  remember  making  a  sound,  though  judging  from  the  concerned  expression  upon  her  face  and  the  crease  in  her  brow,  zelda  heard,  or  perhaps  she  glanced  and  happened  to  notice  it.

❝  it’s  fine.  ❞  he  goes  to  wipe  his  thumb  across  his  trousers,  though  she  apprehends  him  just  in  time  with  a  sturdy  grip  on  his  wrist.  ❝  it’s  a  tiny  cut.  ❞

@rosedmyth   /   zelda

A RESTLESSNESS SETTLES AS SOMETHING LIVING IN THE MARROW OF HER BONES. and so she cannot seem to settle anywhere for longer than a fleeting moment, sitting, standing, none of it settles her hummingbird heart to silence. but her eyes never seem to leave him, his head is bent  /  the fire casts warm light dancing against the gold of his hair  &  the delicacy of his eyelids. zelda is used to quiet  /  to letting silence make a breathing thing of itself in her presence for words were so difficult sometimes  /  trapped there at the base of her throat with desperate fingers. blood sprung with a suddenness  &  a gasp broke from her lips so swiftly. the princess ignored him  &  took his hand between her own, carefully setting the knife aside she examined the cut with a keen eye.     “  it is not tiny and if you do not clean it properly it may become infected .   “   a frown wrinkled a delicate mouth as she stood.   “  come .   “

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blueled:

❝ very well . if  this  is  your  resolve , i  will  not  deny  it .❞   the  breathless  crush  of  romance  reeks  like  perfume ,  of  freesia  and  pear , once  cooled  lips  kissed  by  the  heat  of  sadness .  he  would  take  her  hand ,  kiss  the  blue , red , the  pallid  wilderness  within  her  in  hunger . the  thin  fabric  of  her  gown  flits , a  night - moth  hovering  beneath  the  shower  of  cool  moonlight .  and  it  is  here ,  that  he  decides  that  he  would  allow  her  to  sink  her  lonely  teeth  into  him ,  — allow  her  to  touch ,  and  understand , before  she  would  be  ruined  in  fate’s  touch .  to  love ,  it  is  to  split  himself  open ,  pouring  the  innards  out  to  be  devoured  amongst  a  field  of  swines , his  heart  gleaming  as  if  coated  in  gloss  of  honey .        ❝  and  your  name ,  zvezda . i  will  brand  it  upon  my  tongue ,  swallow  it   as  if  it  were  my  own  blood .  ❞  the  two ,  in  each  their  separate  sorrows ,  it  is  that  they  begin  to  live  again  when  joined  together .  his  voice  cuts  like  a  sting  upon  newly born  cut , and  hands  still  upon  cold  flesh , promise  hanging  thin .    ❝  the  night  falls  soon ,  and  i  fear  that  the  moon  may  catch  sight  of  you .  i  will not  have  her  take  you , —  do  you  understand ?   ❞  

THE TASTE OF LOVE HAD YET TO BLOOM AGAINST HER TONGUE, ALINA HAD ONLY KNOWN THE BITTER BITE OF LUST. it was coppery and lacquered her teeth in an impenetrable grime ; there was not enough water to rid her mouth of it. the tang of it sat now, clinging with desperation to the softness of gum as love began to bloom slowly- somewhere between her teeth. perhaps it took a monster to love a monster and they did not yet now it but they were equal in their horrible nature, in what it was they would do. fate had such wicked plans in store for them, their hands were not bound by the red string- no theirs was foreboding and night black. already the tale was beginning again- the world held its breath in anticipation, everyone knew their lines well, their parts were rehearsed over so many lost lives after all.     “  and i shall take yours ; i shall tuck it beneath my throat so that my pulse shall sing your name with every beat of my heart .   “   it is with a great and horrible reluctance that her hand so bird boned reaches to clasp for his, her heart shudders as something wild and caught does when their skin meets. determination sets a rigidity to the curious tilt of alina’s eyebrows, and it is in her question that she sheds her hesitation.   “  i sincerely doubt the moon would come so far to take only i .   “

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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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Hi my name is seren and I have a problem with drawing usagi all the time

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blueled:

YOU  MUST  BEG  THE  GIRL  GONE .  should  bid  her  farewell , another  wayward  good - bye  as  all  the  other  foolish  girls ,  their  laughter  ringing  in  peals  of  silver - chimes  through  the  almond  branches .  —– but  he  is  writhing  and  longing , like  a  wolf  hunted  to  the  riverbed , a  howl  thrashed  in  between  its  teeth  beneath  the  red  peril  of  death .     ❝ foolish  girl ,  will  you  not  go  away ?  you  console  me , although  your  heart  must  be  cold  as  mine  own .  ❞     lips  part  in  agony ,  for  his  promise  , something  held  together  within  the  name  of  love  plays  a  facade  for  all .  it  becomes  unbearable , would  swallow  each  love  by  the  pale  flush  of  loss .  and  he – perhaps  he  doesn’t  wish  this  cruel  fate  upon  her  ,  wishes  to  touch  the  dove - pale  hair , dare  her  to  dance  with  the  beast  in  his  home . however , the  words  turns  to  rot  before  he  catches  the  chance  to  spit  them  out .     ❝ —  then  you  will  stay . let  us  extinguish  this  ache  of  loneliness  together . for  you , – you  who  look  so  terribly  alike  myself , i  could  swallow  the  sun  once  again .   ❞   voice  halts , love  strikes in  golden  arrows , through  the  cold  god - monster  heart  of  his .  ( oh , to  love , and  to  love  in  insufferable  pain . )       ❝  you  would  remain  with  such  a  lonely  thing  as  myself .  but  i  ask  you  again .  will  you  not  run  away ?  ❞

ALINA KNEW THE STORES- SHE KNEW WHAT HAPPENED TO FOOLISH GIRLS WHO WANDERED INTO THE ARMS OF THE WINTER WOOD.  but could anything here, alone in the dank cold of the cave with a man she hardly knew be any worse than the lingering stares and pleading voices that followed her even into sleep? a flash of her mothers face, worn with apprehension, wringing hands clasped in her lap and her fathers face bitten with bitterness, flushed in rage as the sun fell to rest beneath the hills that their daughter was not coming back home. she would not miss them, any of them. she looks at him and conjures the image of the wolves she has seen prowling between the trees, sometimes they circled so tightly alina wondered if they planned to make a meal out of her. they never did, but they clung desperately to her memory, their dark eyes were certain and clear, their mouths in a permanent part, as if awaiting a meal perpetually.   “  i would rather die than return to my village .   “   it is said quietly, but there is a frigid ferocity there, sewn into the tone rigidly. she stands then, restlessness invading her joints, hands smooth along her thin gown, she paces for a moment and she stops closer to him now, looking up through the stain of her lashes.   “  i will not run .   “

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blueled:

SCENE 1: i  adore  thee /  yet terror sighs upon  thine breath / i shall  be  yours in  this  terror .    he  thinks  that  he  could  exist  to  be  only  one  thing  at  once , a  man , a  myth , then  the  unholy  creature  drunken  upon  maidens’  blood .  a  cusp  of  pain  strikes ,  and  he  wishes  to  remember  what  it  was  to  be  chained , tethered  to  the  seven  constellations  of  heaven .  how  the  cassiopeia  mocked , sunk  its  bone - white  teeth  through  his  flesh ,  how  aquila  clawed  by  his  throat , kept  him  choking  in  his  own  horror  like  caught  thorns .  oh , —  how  beautifully  he  burned .   ❝  who  i  am ,  should  it  concern  you   so ?  would  you  despise  me  if  i  was  a  terrible  creature ?    ❞      yet  he  lacks  what  it  must  to  become  a  monster:  blood  thick  as  oil ,  incurable  madness ,  a  vulgar  mouth  of  sinking  teeth —- no ,  he  is  the  quiet  incarnation  of  love  unrequited , held  by  the  finger - length  but  dissipating  through  the  winter - fog . so  ardent  was  he  once ,  his  pulse  being  the  echo  of  sentiment , until  the  curse  befell .      ❝ i  have  endured  this loneliness  quite  gracefully . this  place  is  ill  with  my  longing  and  loneliness —  and  some  say  that  i  must  be  a  dreadful  thing . but  as  you  can  see ,  zvyozdochka ,  the  stories  are  so  terrible .    ❞   

RABBIT HEARTED GIRL WHAT WILL YOU DO IN THE FACE OF DEATH?  will you weep until your heart is wrung and used ? will you beg your voice horse and ground to nothing? no, no. she does not know it but her naive will be her noose and her executioner bound as one. her eyes as black holes, such hungry depthless things as feral wolves in the dead of winter, starved- ravenous with twisting bellies. when she looks to him with his hair like a quiet falling of snow, so much like her own her heart stutters with a violence. sometimes she had thought it might be dead, an unbeating dead thing rotting in her chest- spreading corrosion to infect every softness of her. what a plague of a girl she was ! how she reduced all that she touched to utter ruination- but perhaps a whisper sounded in the depths of her being that it would be different with him. alinas eyes fluttered closed, the lids pale and pattered with bluish veins, the lashes elongated and pale, the dim candle light cast viscous shadows across her delicately boned face and she looked contemplative for a lapsing moment before she spoke once more. her voice was labored, quietly dancing along the walls and settling in every corner.  “  i do not know how  would feel, if i am completely honest . but i am sorry for your loneliness all the same, i feel it too- you know ? i have lived among many and it has done nothing to lessen it . it consumes me at times, the immensity of it .   “

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blueled:

AD  ASTRA , FATHER , CURSED  BE  THE  FATE ,  the  rose - wilted  girl  recoils ,  wields  her  question  sharp  as  a  stone - wet  knife  upon  her  tongue .  to  answer ,  a  voice  must  be  needed  but  he  finds  that  his  is  elsewhere ,—  perhaps  long - lost , or  choked  around  his  throat  in  garnets  of  winter - bruised  things . his  heart  is  a dog - rose , a  strange  bird  scorched  poor  upon  cold  flames . it  weaves  a  terrible  pain , to  recall  that  death  would  have  been  easier  than  to  sleep  beside  the  girl  you  love ,  but —– her  blood  had  left  an  inevitable  hunger  of  terrible  desires .  so ,  she’s  back , the  monster  with  a  beautiful  mouth ,  innocence  churned  evil , wolf - heart  harder  to  resist .       ❝ TELL  ME , zvezda. what  tales  have  you  heard .  you  must  know ,  most  stories  are  wicked  things , passed  through  wicked  mouths . you  mustn’t  always  believe  them  so . ❞     

ALINA WAS NOT A GIRL MEANT FOR SOFTNESS, IT NEVER SAT RIGHT WITH HER AND IT ALWAYS SEEMED TO WILT TO DEATH IN HER HANDS. it was not even that alina found softness to be a weakness, in fact she quite admired anyone who could be unfailingly kind, not that she would ever admit that. it was truthfully that she did not understand it and often she assumed it was tactful manipulation. so as it goes she knew only how to form words shaped in cruelty, she only knew even when she was not trying how to spit words sewn with venom. and for once she was fearful of where that might land her, she was alone now, in a cave with a man she hardly knew. if death was around the corner she knew she could face it with the serenity of an angel. alina was not a girl daisy soft, belladonna curled in her veins- it festered and spread to her heart. dark eyes turn to face him, they are pits rotted to a spoiled sweetness and her expression is so open for a flickering second .   “  i have heard tales that you have led many girls to this cave- and that you murdered them all . i know no story spread by mouth is true- not completely but i also know there is always a string of truth there . i want to know who it is i am living with now .   “

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what if i revamped my individual blog for usagi ^_^

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OH HOW LOVE ENVELOPES HER EYES IN A SHIFTING SOFTNESS OF SILK. her heart has always been sewn with an unabashed plainness upon her sleeve, but mamoru chiba brought it bleeding and aching to the corner of her mouth. there was no hiding her vast affection for him, and usagi made no efforts to mask it. her cadence is peach soft, painted in tenderness and her cheeks bloom in a flush.    “  do you . . . really mean it mamo ?   “

@protecterra

[arachnyd-deactivated20200427]

hey guys so it’s kinda late at night but the tea is my university of virginia app is due at midnight tonight and my dad just flaked on me for the fees /  my house isn’t doing so hot financially.   it’s not a big splurge it’s only 35 dollars and i’m flipping out.   

here’s my paypal  if you can help even a lil i’d be so grateful 

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friendlie reminder that i would 100000/10 die for @blueled because hes always such a sweetheart and an amazing friend to me. and hes twice as amazing because he decided to add valentin, alinas husband to his multi 

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ALINA HAD ALWAYS BEEN A PRETTY THING TO SIT AND BE SEEN AND NEVER HEARD. she had been forced to swallow her tongue time and time again, her voice seemed a forign creature to her and the way it echoed on the walls left her unsettled. eyes of silt, strangely weighed with a fleeting vulnerability but it was not long before they fell quietly.    “  why . . ? why me . . ? i have heard the stories about you, you know . are they true ?   “

@blueled