#griefbound

[radiancebled]

& @griefbound​

     despite never paying attention to other humans besides his brother’s friends or his own group — the ghost is sure he’s never seen this human before. without much thought for consequences, he approached the stranger with a tilt of his head, ❝ heyyyyy have you ever crushed bones with your hands before???? huh???? the cronch sound is really loud right??? right???? ❞

[godofvillains-a]

@griefbound​

    With heroes desperately looking for him, and even citizens, Shigaraki assumed anyone at his door was someone there to apprehend him. So when this particular individual showed up at his door, and Shigaraki wasn’t expecting anyone, he whipped open the door, glaring daggers at the stranger, a hand reaching out in an attempt to grab and decay them.

[acemenagerie-a]

@griefbound ❤'d for a starter!

Nicholas, despite navigating the world in a perfectly tailored pitch black suit, felt no qualms about taking shortcuts through alleyways.  His footsteps on the asphalt were muffled, almost silent, like the soles of his shoes had been lined with velvet.  Shadows ebbed and flowed around him like the tides.

After a moment, he stopped.  “Perhaps you should be quieter trying to sneak up on a man, hm?”

[myheart-thewanderer]

My mind has begun to go crazy tonight as I search the city streets for you.

We created these buildings we do not care about and I can not help but want to set them ablaze when I think of you.

In my mind, the beautiful ones always burn first in the fire, just as you did on that July day.

I will not have remorse for my destruction and tearing down the walls built to keep me out.

Why should I?

Your brown eyes still haunt them all even when I rest, so why should they stay alive when I wake?

I know you are happy on your side of the world. I do.

I know that the buildings there are built with the sweetest of intention and crafted to exude both their grandiosity and their humble origins.

But here?

Here each town looks the same and every city is much too hot.

I feel it in my bones that I will collapse in each of them before my days are over and I finally die.

Oh, how I wish you had taken me with you to see the toucans in Panama.

I wish you could have shown me your origins with pride.

I wish you could have shown me how beautiful humanity can be when it is built by our shared condition and the nurturing we find in community.

I would have flown every plane, sailed ever ship and written every letter to be by your side.

Alas, I never got the chance.

So now, I wake to dreams of you and pray to go back to sleep.

I scream at the sun and he laughs.

I cry to Luna and she weeps alongside me.

I talk to the universe and she has no answers for me.

The sun, the moon and the universe know it is all just a matter of time for me to reach you.

I suppose I know that, too.

But for now I will rage against the passage of time and hope my body will forgive me for the fight.

[myheart-thewanderer]

What do you think about when you write on your grief?

Honestly? It depends on the day.

Sometimes I am only writing about my grief to cope with it and try to make sense of it's weight.

Other days, I am playing with it simply because I have held onto it for so many years.

On my bad days, I think of sunburns and funerals and wilting flowers.

But, on my good days? Well... I think of the moon, my friends, my family and the writers/poets/artists who shared a space with me when they could.

[myheart-thewanderer]

I found myself on your side of the world during the longest day of the year.

Your memory creeped in as the sun rose and found itself spreading throughout my body as the sun scorched the palm trees.

I could feel my body ache for you in the sun, so I made sure to lay down and sleep long enough to let my bones settle into my pink skin.

I awoke from my dreams to find the sun making his escape.

I chased him down the freeway in the hopes that maybe he might finally tell me what it was you loved and hated about this city.

Alas, even the longest days must end and I did not find myself mad at the sun for there still being no answers.

Luna gave me comfort that night. She has yet to push me away on the nights I find myself sleeping under the trees.

She has seen men die under moonlight and women weep their bodies.

I like to believe she found an alliance with me a long time ago, branding me as the woman who will not weep and who refuses to die easily.

She and I both know I will not wear any other title before this one that she gave me.

I will be her survivor and she will provide me light on all days with the exception of the few where she must hide.

On those days, we agree that I am allowed to weep and to slowly die from the agony of all those I lost.

And when she returns, my eyes will be bloodshot and my nose runny.

As promised, she will not to ask questions or the story behind those lost few days.

Instead, she will simply smile down on me and allows me to regain my place in the night along with her once again.

Luna and me, the girl who might finally make sense of a world she is sure is trying to kill her.

[hedisappears-moved]

@griefknown sent ; “You’re better at this than you give yourself credit for.”

          dwight’s lips thin just slightly , head tilting as he watches elena for a moment . he didn’t think he was doing well at this , they didn’t get out alive every single time which made him feel like he was failing at this whole ‘leader’ thing . how did anyone trust him to give advice to be okay at this ? why did people rely on him when they first came in the fog to get them out of this situation ? a sigh escapes him before shaking his head slightly and a hand rubs through his hair before fixing his glasses again . ‘ i just -- don’t think i am . stuff keeps happening , and it’s like there is no goal to this place but to survive every trial and for what ? so we can come back in and do it all again . i’m getting us no where besides the same loop over and over ... and when did everyone decide i had to lead everyone new ? i’m the worst candidate when it comes to anxiety and social skills and bam -- i have to make sure everyone gets out alive if i can help it  .’

[hedisappears-moved]

@griefbound​ sent ; "oh my god! are you okay?"

Ⓓ            did   he   look   okay   ?   his   hair   is   a   tussled   mess   ,   glasses   a   little   crooked   with   dark   stains   of   grease   on   his   cheeks   …   the   vibrant   red   shirt   with   dark   red   stains   of   blood   and   the   pants   to   match   as   well   at   this   point   ..   he’s   got   a   gash   on   his   shoulder   ,   a   small   noise   escaping   him   as   he’s   running   up   to   the   person   closest   to   him   .   dwight   wasn’t   usually   the   runner   of   the   killer   ,   trying   to   be   sneaky   in   the   background   and   get   gens   done   where   he   can   .   he’d   escaped   from   them   however   and   he’s   almost   taken   aback   by   the   comment   .   ‘   you   must   be   new   here   —   heal   me   ,   i’ll   take   care   of   you   and   get   you   out   .   ‘