Hello ive been busy and im running a selfshipping blog with my friends now ill draw more soon if you even care
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Hello ive been busy and im running a selfshipping blog with my friends now ill draw more soon if you even care
like looking into ——— not a mirror. like looking into the sea / the ocean / the raging waves : beneath the surface. peering up and up and up into ——— the beauteous eternity. her. her. in all her splendor / alike and not and she looks at her sidelong / looking at her hurts. it hurts. like looking into the sun. like looking into the sea. like looking at something wrong.
she’s what’s wrong.
❝ ——— you, ❞ she speaks not without thinking. with thinking but ill—advised, perhaps. ill—thought out. fading / faded / gone, or should be. the inverse of everything ( she’s everything everything everything ) and thus nothing / empty. devoid. ❝ you’re missing... parts of the picture. i can find them... if you want, ❞ vague / transparent. not quite whole.
@sunhalf, for kairi
o-oh my god i know you have too many requests right now but do you want to write this together?? i can message you on my main account and we can collaborate. i love any fic with joon and yoon and a miserable carsick scenario with a caring joon?yes please )):
we only live once... let’s do it
the people deserve it aijsfowef
DÉPÊCHE.
to the god who sold the world and the god who left lipstick stains on the paper. happy birthday @deciptur!
1. TECH NOIR / Gunship 2. ENJOY THE SILENCE / Trevor Something 3. DAYS OF THUNDER / The Midnight 4. CONTROL ME ( FT. SAKIMA ) / OBESON 5. RUNNING IN THE NIGHT / FM-84 & Ollie Wride 6. SOCIAL CLIMB / I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME 7. ‘85 AGAIN ( FT. MISS K ) / Robert Parker 8. NIGHTCALL / Kavinsky
❝ i’m not the best choice if you need assistance with an assignment, ❞ a bald—faced lie, but one that he’s lived flawlessly for years. what feels like a never ending eternity. ( does purgatory exist, and does it feel like existence? how melodramatic. ) still, he adjusts the strap on his bag absently, glancing at this strange first year with a sideways look, head tilting, gaze considering behind benign amiableness. ❝ there are plenty of suitable tutors available, though. ❞
@uniquemagics, for yuzuha !! starter call.
@steazori continued from here
a smile appears almost unbothered, fingers tapping on the hilt of her sword -- catherine is no stranger to hate, to malice pointed at her face as sharp as metal. it’s usually unasked, a likely repercussion to her devotion, but the scar tissue has built too much over the years and sometimes she wonders if others realize there’s no skin left for wounds. she shakes her head. “ what, you’re going to spit assumptions at me and then leave? but the fun’s just started. ”
hook and dig, for what did a stranger know of her thoughts, her actions? there is almost no point in explaining them: red and angry and twisted, built up and knotted and desperate to not be unwound. “ i can tell this is something personal, ” she says, interlocking her fingers behind her neck, casual in the sharp sheen of her eyes, “ i’ve dealt with your type before. but admittedly it might be the first time someone has been so upfront and misinformed. ”
“ i won’t speak for the other knights, but i can speak for myself. ” catherine stands, also, her gaze unflinching. “ you have a strong sense of justice, a good set of ideals, don’t you? but none of that helps on the battlefield. when you’re faced with hard choices, in the spur of the moment, you can’t always hope to be honorable or ‘good’. ” all the reasons convoluted, standing in the mud, barely breathing, blood slick inside her armor and a sword clutched desperately in the palm of her hand -- did anyone have the right to live more than anyone else? “ i don’t claim to be a hero. if the goddess i have given myself up to is evil, then i must be evil, too. i’m just a bloody soldier, but i can’t be weighed down by regret. then all the choices i’ve made, all the blood i have on my hands will have been for nothing. ”
the anger simmers but the exhaustion is heavier, a routine based in a cycle of reasoning, over and over and over. this is not the first time. there will never be a last time. “ you don’t have to agree with my ideals, and i am not asking for forgiveness. it is my duty to take responsibility for what i’ve done in the name of the goddess’ and lady rhea’s justice. ” her expression is marred, all torn and disjointed, but her voice still firm. “ but that is how i’ve chosen to live, even if that means being hated. ” her voice grows soft, the blues of her eyes distant, as if she’s recalling a memory. “ i owe my life to lady rhea, and i will repay it. we all have our reasons. ”
suddenly, she looks at him, and she does not stray. her expression could be seen as mocking, it could be seen as pained; it its a myriad of reflections, as sharp and jagged as cuts in glass. “ what makes you so sure your choices are better? that your justice is better? what standard are you holding it up against besides your own? ”