#auxiliums

[thiirdboy]

►► @auxiliums → PLOTTED STARTER.

▐░▒▓ ►► 「  ɴᴏ. 03 ; 」

     THIS SHOULDN’T BE POSSIBLE.

               But then again, a lot of things that shouldn’t be possible have happened in the last so many months, some of them so bewildering that he can no longer distinguish between the dreams, the realities, the visions brought on by the collision of Angel and human mind. Maybe this is one of the latter. Maybe this is some lingering apparition that has followed him out of the entry plug like his own shadow, here to make him listen to more things he doesn’t want to hear. Or, maybe the heat is finally taking a toll on him.

               Whatever the case may be, this shouldn’t be possible. Shinji digs his palms into his tightly shut eyes. Maybe he can blink the vision away and go about the rest of his day.

               But he can’t. He’s still there.

               ❝ — Who are you? ❞

[deliquesxe-blog]

ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴜʀɴ ❅ @auxiliums​

     ❝ here ❞ 

   his sweet tooth as a child, and his hearty self, taught him a talent in roasting the new bulbs of mochi over cleansing fires. yuuri had watched the crinkle and curl of last years good fortunes, in large lettering, ❛ blessing ❜ is what he had received. and he did. he got ᴠ ɪ ᴋ ᴛ ᴏ ʀ. maybe the paper shape had been wrong. maybe it should have said ❛ great blessing ❜ , or even ❛ life changing ❜. gold kept the base of his ring finger warm.

      吉...

   he hands the little branch to shinji ⦅ there’s more on his! ⦆, and looks to their bonfire waving farewell to the last year in flickered flames. ❛ blessing ❜ , he’d gotten it again this year. he held his toasted sweet feast forward, like his own form of goodbye. this time, he really does believe his future’s fate.

     ❝ good luck this year! ❞ 

   he says to no one in particular, to the wind and to the fires, and to the trees and to the darkening sky and the disappearing of the daylight. it’s in mild monotone, and he takes his seat on the bench with curved spine like the day has drained the energy from his fingertips and used it to fuel their fires. likely, when he burns his stamina on snow and ice. 

     大吉...  

   but this time, pure contrast to the previous year, he is here and awake and ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ with his senses, that no trip ups stand to barricade him off the rink anymore. now, they drive him. gold, drives him.

[ancmalychild]

auxiliums replied to your post “{Things to not think about; Sam and Tucker dying and Danny searching...”

ow??? owch???? augh give this boy a blanket and some hot chocolate

direlombax replied to your post “{Things to not think about; Sam and Tucker dying and Danny searching...”

(( S T O P ))

{Well, looks like the numbers of people who are hurt by that post is slowly rising}

{AND I WILL NEVER STOP...but I will be sure Danny gets a blanket and some hot chocolate}

[ancmalychild]

auxiliums replied to your post “auxiliums replied to your post “{Things to not think about; Sam and...”

pls take care of the ghost boy x0

{I will try to take care of the ghost boy as best as I can but I can not promise things because, oh boy, do I know how break a muse}

[thiirdboy]

💔💔💔💔 (You know I had to do it to em.)

►► PROMPT.

▐░▒▓ ►► 「  ɴᴏ. 03 ; 」

     IT SHOULDN’T COME

               as a surprise to him, but somehow, hearing his own voice say it without his own lips moving hurts even more. Then again, it always hurts to hear it from anyone other than himself — even if now, it is and isn’t from himself all at once.

               All the fight drains from his body, his mind suddenly nothing but static with the voices of everyone that’s ever hated him interwoven with it. Well, should he really expect another him to like him? He doesn’t even like himself. He could’ve said the same thing to his reflection in a heartbeat. Why should it be any different the other way around? Of course it isn’t.

               The ground heaves beneath his feet. Somewhere, someone’s tears loudly hit the glass surface of a lake, and the ripples shatter its previous serene order.

               ❝ I know you do. ❞ It had to happen eventually. Talking to himself would drive everything he’s ever hidden away from the world out into the open. Now, it’s all splayed before him in plain sight. He’s said he hates himself multiple times. This just confirms it.

               ❝ You hate yourself, don’t you? That’s why you hate me. I hate myself. ❞

               He can’t look himself in the eye. He can’t even look at himself in the mirror on a normal day. The static grows louder. I hate you. Sorry, I hate you. I just hate you!

               ❝ Everyone else hates us, too. Isn’t that also why you hate me? ❞