#aeohn

[favdream]

❝                        MY GRANDFATHER TAUGHT ME MANY THINGS .   not just how to do my duty , i mean .     ❞          it feels strange , to speak to ren of all people about this .   about the things that they could do , things others couldn't .   BUT BEING UNIQUE ALSO MEANS BEING ALONE , WITHOUT ANYONE TO RELY ON .  she knows ren is part of a group of individuals , one with whom he shared powers and a connection to spirits with .   but it wasn't the case with her .   there was no use looking for a community of individuals with powers like her own    /   BECAUSE THERE WAS NO ONE LIKE HER OUT THERE .

          she hadn't thought much about it at first ,          assuming that being unique only meant that she was special .   the idea had been appealing at first , for a girl who was raised on sweets and sugar , on fairy princesses and stories about heroines .   'I WAS CHOSEN FOR THIS' , she had convinced herself , having accepted that she would have no allies other than her grandfather , as well as the company of cheery cherry and nick by her side .   but now that she had killed her fair share of opponents   (   of criminals , one might say   )   the weight of her actions was starting to take its toll on her .   and while she was aware no one but her could carry this burden , she still wished she could talk to someone about everything .         ❝     he taught me how to ride a bike , or how to throw a punch  …  BUT HE DID NOT TEACH ME ABOUT THIS .   about how lonely being chosen really is .     ❞

@aeohn​          ›         didn't ask , oop !

[hiisfire]

@aeohn

    you know how useful cities are ? very.     this kid. . . he’s going the wrong way, completely.        huh, clueless-- who would’ve thought ?          might’ve been the right way for him -- ?     eh, territories are hard to come by nowadays.     dropping down in front of the boy he then carried     a certain air of arrogance with him ---    “ the more you walk, the more it becomes       almost hell born. ”                    it’s so easy to lie.

[tricksheart]

for every 🥝 i get, i’ll recommend a blog i love

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@jesterofinaba​ said:  🥝🥝🥝

@edgymuses / @luminyasity / @aeohn​

[multifacetecl-archive]

@aeohn   HAS REQUESTED : LUMINE .

The traveler fends off the enemies with a swing of her blade , the metal singing as it cuts through the air and into the wooden shield of a hirichurl . The beast thinks it has an upper hand , and Lumine almost laughs in its face . With a twist of her body , a tornado springs to life , sending the monster and a handful of his companions flying in a spiraling vortex .

Lumine is quick to turn on the next round of enemies , honey eyes narrowed in determination before she prepares herself once more . These were low - classed enemies , but there was no ignoring the fact that she was out numbered .

[mafiabrat]

↳   @aeohn​​  LIKED  for  a  one-liner !

❝     What  ?  You’re  worried  about  those  bitches  ?  Bitches  come  &  go  !  That’s  why  they’re  called  BITCHES  &  not  LAPDOGS  !     ❞    

[kleinemeine-m]

@aeohn​​

      ❝ i never thought about it till now... but i guess i have a biker gang that’s willing to help me if i need it. shame most talk about knowing how to hide a body... ❞

[nabigeshonidol]

“You know Ren-kun... this deal we made. I don’t think it’s fair anymore.”

The deal that they struck was one of mutual interest. Rise wouldn’t tell the police who the Phantom Thieves were and in exchange they would help her with her missing memories. It seemed like a fair deal at the time, however as time passed and she’s found more and more of her memories thanks to spending time with the various Phantom Thieves. She’s finding that she is gaining much more than what the Phantom Thieves are which isn’t fair to them.

“Everyone’s helped me out so much since the day we met in LeBlanc. Much more than I thought was possible on that day. Is there anything I can do to help your mission go by any smoother?”

@aeohn​

[revolver-jesus]

@aeohn​​ said:  : ⋰⋰   ❝ “ loneliness is a slow and cruel poison. ” ❞

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  OH, IS THAT WHAT HE WAS DYING FROM?  This body, this ragged thing now trapped in mortal coil-- one long since meant for a grave but now a walking corpse, painted a halo and instead called a miracle. Although magic coursed through his sacred blood--- his bones still clicked against each other when they bent the wrong way, and every now and then, an unknown weight has to be cleared from his chest with a sharp cough. This body, it often felt, sat transfixed in a state just before death.  And he reveled in it. But no... It was the lack of “friends” that was killing him, supposedly. Such emotional nonsense.      ❝ ... You do not need companionship to live. Tying yourself to another soul so permanently... this is why you will have such difficulty facing death. ❞