lost boy.

penned by yona art cred.

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the song of achilles meme

       i recently finished this book and it was just…so…beautiful, so i wanted to make a lil meme thing cause their were a lot of really great quotes & actions tbh. i thought it’d be nice to share ‘em and write ‘em out. change the pronouns to your liking ~

p.s. i kinda went over board so i put my favs above the read more and the rest ( more generic types of sent. memes ) under the read more. enjoy !

“ i will never leave ____. it will be this , always, for as long as _____ will let me. “

“ i would like to know how you are going to stop the losers from declaring war on you ? “

“ will you help me put the rest of my armor on ? “

“ we are finished here. “

“ do not leave. “

“ did you ever think of having children ? “

“ ___ is half my soul, as the poets say. “

“ I could recognize ____ by touch alone, by smell; I would know ____ blind, by the way ____ breaths came and ___ feet struck the earth. I would know ____ in death “

“ coward. “

“ ____ is a weapon. a killer. do not forget it. “

“ you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change it’s nature. “

“ i do not plan to live after ____ is gone. “

“ philtatos. “ ( means ‘most beloved’ ) 

“ i could kill you still. “

“ i am sorry for your loss. “

“ name one hero who was happy. “

“ they never let you be famous and happy. “

“ let me bring you food and drink. “

“ i cannot bear to see you grieving. “

“ there are no bargains between lions and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. “

“ is it worth your life ? “

“ i hope that ____ kills you. “

“ get out. get out ! “

“ _____ is dead. “

“ i am buried here. “

“ we die so easily. “

“ you will not speak another word or you will be sorry. “

“ i wish he had left you to all die. “

“ if you have to go, i will go with you. “

“ i am made of memories. “

“ listen to me. “

“ i will not live much longer. “

“ you are a better man than i. “

“ i do not need to prove myself to you. “

“ are you calling me a liar ? “

“ i do not care. i will be dead soon. “

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Black ★ Star

                                  You'll always get burned                                 but you'll NEVER give it up

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                            you never COULD control me

                                                about . rules

indie. black star penned by YONA

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uhnderground:

i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword. no mountain dare stand in my way, even the oceans tremble in my wake.

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bewitchingcat:

          The question makes the feline glance at the boy with slight surprise after he’s finished voicing his concern. A peculiar question, because she really hadn’t thought anyone would care what she eats or not, but apparently it’s a subject of concern for him.

      “Dead birds? Gross! I’d never eat that! Unless it was chicken.  I like chicken~” It makes her chuckle, though, the way he says it as if it was the most relevant doubt ever, “But I love fish, Soul can tell you that ‘cause he went with me to buy fish the other day. I couldn’t get any for free…but I also like other types of things, silly. Human food is super tasty, so I always prefer that~”

          He can’t help beaming at the answer; it’s not that he’d really judge her harshly if she DID eat dead birds (he’s seen much worse: dead birds are nothing compared to human souls) but it’s still a weird thought. Most of the times he’s spoken to the woman she’s been, well, a WOMAN, so he struggles to garner an understanding of this other, less human side of her: it really is simple CURIOSITY. He might seem to talk more than he listens, but he likes to know the people — and animals — he surrounds himself with. 

          ‘ You got THAT right! ’ He gives an enthusiastic nod, toothy grin spreading across his face. ‘ Food is the BEST! — But hey, why doesn’t Soul buy ME food? ’ Eyebrows furrow, and he lands a hand on his stomach. ‘ I’m hungry just THINKING about free food! ’

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@swcrdborrn

        ‘ You’re in one of upper grades, right? ’ Not that the question really needs answering: he’s been hanging around this hallway — the hallway specifically for the upper grades — for the past hour just WAITING for one of the students to cross his path. It’s been a goal of his since he’d started OFFICIAL study at Shibusen to take down one of his upperclassmen, and for whatever reason he woke up this morning just knowing that TODAY IS THE DAY, so he’d skipped homeroom to pick a target out.  A fist shoots into the air, and a grin lights up his face. ‘ PUT ‘EM UP! Black Star’s here to put you in your place! ’

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@scythiing

          ‘ Haa? What kinda’ advice is THAT? ’ Not that he should’ve expected much: he’s heard Maka go on and on about what an SLEAZY guy her father is — but he figured that was just Maka being Maka (she’d probably say the same about him sometimes). ‘ There’s no way an honorable guy like me would do that! If you’re not gonna give me any serious advice you’re just WASTING MY TIME. ’

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shapeofthesoul:

            ❝Like I always say, why waste your time                               studyin’ when you can just cheat?❞

          ‘ Cheat if you want to, man — I’m not gonna tell on you, ’ It’s an argument he doesn’t LIKE to have: the foolhardy recklessness that unites them divides them where it means breaching a code of honour, and it’s not something he expects to change Soul’s mind on — so he doesn’t TRY. ‘ I’m just saying a star like me couldn’t do that. Think how disappointed all my FANS would be! Anyway, you don’t get any glory if someone else did the work. I’d rather FAIL on my own! ’

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An inquisitive brow arched upwards as she watched the blue haired boy. The more she tried to understand what he was doing, the less she truly understood. He moved so quickly, to and fro, hectic and frantic, and it was rather dizzying if she was honest -- "I don't think that's what it's for, Black*Star..."

          He’s a little bit more focused on making it look like he knows what he’s doing than on ACTUALLY knowing what he’s doing— so focused that he doesn’t realise it doesn’t LOOK like he knows what he’s doing at all. In SPRING CLEANING as in life, he’s more style than efficiency: broom sweeps through the air wildly, more weapon than household item, more likely to dislodge an eyeball than a single speck of dust. When he feels he’s made enough of a SPECTACLE of himself, he slams it down with an audible thud, no doubt leaving a dent on the the classroom floor. Elbow resting nonchalantly on the end of the broom, he cracks a BOLD grin. 

        ‘ C’mon Maka, do you seriously think I don’t know how to use a MOP? ’ The fact that he doesn’t know how to differentiate between mop and broom should probably answer the question in itself, but he doesn’t wait around to be corrected. ‘ I can teach you how to use this baby, too— if you think you can handle it! It’s tougher than it looks, but luckily an impressive guy like me can handle anything! ’

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@herfairies​

        ‘ HEY, hold up, ’ not that there’s really any need to VERBALISE IT: his body language says it all, arms outstretched to either side of him, feet planted squarely in front of her. It’s a defensive stance, it screams come on, just TRY to walk past me — yet there’s nothing of attack in his expression, only a pair of raised eyebrows and a questioning gaze.

       ‘ You better be honest with me, alright? Because if I find out you’re lyin’... ’ Outstretched arms bend at the elbows as he slams a fist into the palm of his other hand, but the threatening gesture doesn’t last long, and soon he’s rummaging in his pocket. A spotted pink ribbon is soon withdrawn, and he holds it up to her, squinting as his pupils dart from the hair accessory to the eccentrically dressed girl. ‘ Is this YOURS? You gotta promise you won’t take it if it isn’t, but it — sorta looked like what you’re wearing. ’

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starstigmata:

starter call! lms if you want a hyperactive tween to fight you

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@bewitchingcat

          ‘ I got a question for you, so listen up!’ booming voice announces, and he could be mistaken for being full of intent and purpose until he opens his mouth tho speak again. ‘ If you’re a cat — does that mean you only eat cat food and dead birds? ’

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blackblccd:

  “Five meals a day?!” Crona counted themselves lucky if they were able to eat one, let alone five. They imagined they’d get sick if they tried to stomach that much- it was a wonder how Black Star did it. Then again, they didn’t train nearly as intensely as he dd ; in fact, they had also been told not to anything so strenuous while recovering from a near-fatal stab wound. “I… don’t think I could handle eating that much.” The witch admitted with a slight frown, tugging at their sleeves nervously. At least for the sake of friendship, they could try eating a little more- if Ragnarok didn’t get to it first, anyway. “Don’t you get sick  from eating all that and training so hard?”

          He looks at them as though they’d just asked whether the sky was blue: he’s all wide eyes and furrowed brow — not judgemental, but genuinely trying to contemplate the source of their CONFUSION. He nods, slowly, then a few more times, rapidly. ‘ You heard me! Five meals is the least you should be eating — otherwise you’ll stay small forever! ’ Nevermind that they already stand a good head taller than him; growing upwards isn’t the issue here. He folds his arms over his chest, taking on a decisive stillness. 

          ‘ Sick? ’ then he throws his head back in laughter, losing his solid composure in a second. ‘ The great BLACK STAR never gets sick! That’s step number two: don’t ever let yourself be sick! ’ — And he delivers it with all the confidence of a step that actually makes sense.

        ‘ Besides, I feel more sick when I eat L E S S, ’ which isn’t a wonder considering his near constant activity. ‘ If you eat too much you just burn it all up training, no problem! — but if you don’t eat ENOUGH you’ll end up passing out, ‘specially if you’re as INTENSE as I am.  ’

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Crona, if someone’s giving you a hard time, you just let ol’ Black☆Star know. I’ll throw em out the nearest window.

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           “’You are not a human being’.”

       The words slipped off their tongue so flawlessly it was hard to tell if Crona was merely voicing their thoughts or reciting words  they’d heard long ago. “You’ve heard that before, too- haven’t you?” Crona never tried to dig particularly deep into anyone else’s past- especially their new group of ‘friends’, but they’d overheard certain things spoken about Black Star’s family; none of them kind. 

       The same could have been said about the hushed whispers Crona caught once in a while referring to their own family. They made no attempt to hide who they were, but didn’t proudly boast it as Black Star did, either.

      “Did you…e-ever believe it? Even once?” Black Star’s optimism was…admirable, to say the least- if not somewhat confusing.

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           Feet stop short of carrying him out the room, moved to ignore the ringing of the school bell by a weakness he REFUSES to name. Shame does not sit well on him: it is the uneasy tremor of a usually confident stride, the tensing of shoulders and the clenching of fists. You are not a human being; the words twist his stomach into knots. Of course he’s heard them before — from his enemies, from his teachers, from his friends, from people he doesn’t even KNOW. Sometimes it’s an attack (’you’re just like them; you’re a MONSTER’), but more often it’s concern, concern for the gap between what he wants to become and what they think he’s LIKELY to become: if any other boy his age demonstrated arrogance or pride they would be allowed it, but stacked onto his heritage it is a WARNING SIGNAL, he’s told — stray too far into hubris and HE’LL end up a demon. 

           BUT FORTUNATELY FOR HIM he has a refute for everything: no insult to his honour goes without a turn of phrase that can make their words favour him. One clenched fist raises to punch into the open air above him, and he proclaims: 

   ‘ HAA, of course I believed it! I’m no human being, I’m a GOD. ’

          He is all bold smirk and booming voice in spite of the churning in his gut, and he decides to impart the explanation behind this inexplicable CONFIDENCE onto them.

          ‘ Who cares, anyway?! Last time I checked SHINIGAMI aren’t human beings, and no one gets on their case about it! It’s not about WHAT you are, it’s about WHO you are, right? And I’m the brightest star around !! ’

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@chokkani

          ‘ Haa? ’ Offence is displayed clearly in the crease of his brow and the curve of his frown. He folds his arms over his chest, shooting a glare at the team manager: sure, it’s true that he’s never stepped foot on a basketball court before, and that he’s about a foot and a half too short to be an effective player — but that didn’t mean he couldn’t beat them. ‘ So what if I’ve never played before? A BIG GUY like me can pick this up no sweat. Are you SCARED to play against me? ’

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@blackblccd

         ‘ Alright, Crona, ’ The last syllable is drawn out with dramatic flare, resting smirk pulled wide across his features. Gloved hands slam together with a hearty thud, and he turns an expectant look in their direction. ‘ Step number one to BECOMING AS BIG AND STRONG AS BLACK STAR: eat at least five meals a day! You can’t train on an empty stomach, ’ and honestly, they look like they can barely stand half the time; maybe it’s a little a bit of friendly concern along with the natural arrogance motivating him to take on this personal mission. ‘ We’ll start with second breakfast, the other most important meal of the day. ’