#divinabestia

[tsubameni]

That's all I think about when I see SP Shuten and Glorious Slayer Onikiri in our hands when they stand side by side. Yasss bitches gooo slaaay!!!!! @divinabestia​

[fantasywoes-archive]

god only knows what we’re fighting for

BACKGROUND: Mya met Sephiroth during his time as a SOILDER while she was working as a Turk. Her curiosity got the best of her and she found herself drawn to him. The same went for Sephiroth. They confided in each other and eventually formed a close bond. Sephiroth trusted her deeply and started to develop feelings for her. He dreamed about what life they could have after he retired. Sadly, in finding out the truth of himself, Sephiroth goes mad and causes a catastrophe in Nibelheim. Sephiroth is then declared dead and Mya is devastated, along with the crime he had committed. Once he makes his return, Mya is left with conflicting thoughts as Sephiroth has changed completely. Love lingers between them but to fully reconnect with be their greatest challenge. 

VERSES: This takes place during the events of Crisis Core to VII

@divinabestia

[halcyonies]

today @divinabestia​ and i woke up and legit chose violence and to be extremely salty over pretty much literally everything and everyone and it was honestly the best good morning that i could get  ☺️ ♡

[strfd]

@divinabestia​  : Oh God 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

IT GOT BETTER .

[stingslikeabee]

✄ uwu

send me a ✄ and I’ll write your URL in my handwriting . accepting

I loved that your URL is so easy to write because of how close to my native Portuguese it sounds, haha. I particularly prefer the cursive for this one!

[otakejin]

—   @divinabestia   /   plotted starter.

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋     appears on the horizon,   a tiny stain of brown in a sea of blues and grays becoming larger and more intricate as it nears the shores.     The kijin raises his head,   watching the ship vigilantly with his feet rooted obstinately in the coarse sand,   hands wrapped around the burnished hilt of Kenmyouren planted uprightly in the earth.     He sees it then,   an untamed  mop of hair  poised at the bow of the ship,   just a barely perceptible smudge of color,   but recognizable to a demon’s subhuman sight nonetheless.     A derisive grunt passes lips set in a firm line,   before he leaps into the air and swings his blade,   sending a merciless  torrent of jagged rocks  crashing into the wooden hull.     As if struck down by the divine vengeance of a wrathful god,   the ship begins to rapidly sink beneath the waves.

It is a customary  greeting  uttered with fierce prejudice towards marine vessels that dare cross Suzuka’s waters,   but the young master of Sealand spares the lives of any outsiders that kneel before his blade …     given they are not the enemy.     He knows that a demon as strong as this opponent would not be easily subdued in a singular strike,   so he watches the foundering wreckage and  waits.     ❛   I know you wouldn’t go down after just one attack,   demon boss of Mt. Oe,   Shuten Doji.   ❜     He doesn’t know what this spirit could want on his irrevocably poisoned island,   but the young master of Mt. Suzuka protects his home  even in death.

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✉     ⸺     @divinabestia​​   (   angeal   ) ​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.     ┆     not accepting.

“ i’m listening. ” aaand angeal

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑,   𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒        ⸻        𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞,   𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬,   𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬.        But what would happen,   if her father ever discovered that she is neither a treasure nor the soothing moon   ?   What if he discovered that her stem is punctuated by thorns,   that her pollen may be noxious for the naïve bee that approaches her with dreams of spring   ?   It weighs painfully heavy,   this identity that she never asked for. 

His spine is bent forward,   an attempt at taking a peek of the frowning visage currently hidden behind bruised hands.        Within the darkest profundity of her blurred mind,   the memories of her encounter with those assailants are endlessly repeated:   she can clearly hear Mya’s voice as she begs her to leave and escape before it is too late,   she can clearly remember the warm touch of spilled ichor across her pale skin and last,   she can clearly recall how her frail heart almost collapsed underneath all the agonizing pressure of their tremendous and hopeless circumstances        ⸻        IT WAS THE PROMISE OF VIOLENCE,   THAT AWAKENED SOMETHING THAT HAD BEEN DORMANT FOR FAR TOO LONG.

That sensation,   never before elicited,   is still swelling within her ribcage.        And while a part of her wants to scream,   to cry,   to spill all the charcoal sorrow that has thus far accumulated in the ventricles and arteries of her fatigued,   weeping heart...   A part of her knows that such things should be kept hidden,   silenced,   buried underneath her own feet.        ❝   I don’t know what to tell you...   ❞        Honesty drenches her words.        Quivering hands lower themselves and Kaguya finally ceases wearing a mask above her features   ;   albeit with evident difficulty,   she turns to the side in order to look at him.        MAYBE HE COULD UNDERSTAND ME,   her ichorous muscle pathetically pleads.        ❝   What would you do...   If you suddenly discovered that everything you comfortably believed in,   was a lie   ?   What if   YOUR OWN IDENTITY,   was a lie   ?   ❞

[fantasywoes-archive]

Send 💕 to pull my muse into a hug

@divinabestia​ asked: 💕 Mya to Seph... Even if she has to wrap her arms around his waist and bury her face in his chest 😤😤😤

     ❛ Are you trying to comfort me? ❜ Her embrace left him with an interesting feeling. He watched as she struggled to reach his height, which was understandable. Mya then settled with just have her arms wrapped around his waist. He gave him shivers across his skin. Such uncertainty in this feeling. He tried to not move away from it so fast or over analyze it. Maybe for once, accept this type of gesture. A hug seemed so foreign to him, but it was exactly what he needed. Mya’s seem to disappear into his chest, only proving further of overwhelming tall he was.

❛ Don’t get too comfortable. But I’ll let you stay.. just a while longer... ❜