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🌺—Tｏ SNOWY,
@maskedmuses
A TALENTED, SWEET, CHERISHED MEMBER OF ABOUT 10,000 FANDOMS. TURTLE AND I WANNA THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH US, PLAYING WITH OUR ECLECTIC MUSES, AND BEING AN ALL-AROUND AMAZING PERSON. HOPE THIS BIRFDAY IS ONE OF THE BEST.
THANK YOU FOR BEING BORN.
-niko && turts
Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ cσurαgє ᴏғ ѕ t α r ѕ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ - ʜᴏᴡ ℓ ι g н t ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇs ᴏɴ єndlєѕѕlч, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.
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ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴏʀᴛɴᴇss ᴏғ breath, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ i n f i n i t e; ʜᴏᴡ rαrє ᴀɴᴅ вєαυᴛιfυℓ, ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ e x i s t.
The warmth that permeated throughout the observation deck reached Simon’s perception as well, from the doorway of the space. The radiance was not borne of any star overhead, yet its light was just as pure. Just as engulfing as the sun’s grace from back home. He knew the sensation well enough; after all, it had been the light by which his spirit had grown, once, long ago, planted deep within the Earth. The Digger acquiesced to the gesture that beckoned to him, and he crossed the dark, reflective floor.
The observation deck reigned atop the First Bridge of the Chouginga like a glass crown, filled with starlight. It provided an incredible, panoramic view of the Heavens, beyond - and the translucence of the hull allowed for rippling fragments of light to illuminate the space, within. It was humbling, in a way, to stand alone in that place, but it seemed to suit Kamina.
Did he imagine hearing but the tiniest bit of weight in his brother’s words, just then?
“Mm. Even this view was out there, too, at the exact moment that we looked up at the moon, back then. ...ah. That’s not true, is it? ...this is a brand new sight... Before, these stars were shrouded by tyranny and fear.
The glittering lights out there are countless, newborn wonders, who've been waiting all this time to unveil their colors. It’s good that you’re up here, too. To greet them.”
The Digger smiled at the allegory, his expression soft with a gratitude of his own. In the end: time and space, life and the afterlife - all of that, too, was connected - drawn by a gravitational will, towards the singular point within a Spiral. That single space - that single moment - it lived on endlessly through them. The feeling in his chest, the familiarity, as well as an electric curiosity for what was to come - it was living, like he knew it to be.
Memory. Imagination. Creation. Manifestation. Dreams.
And now, they called it home, too.
❝ᵀʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, , ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᴛʀʏ ᵗᵒ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉᵎ
ᴵⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ, ᵃ ʷᵃᵛᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴍʏ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ.
ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃᵍᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ !❞
🃏—.Nightmares?
Hilarious.
He was familiar with the sick specters that settled upon his chest while he dozed. Imperceptible to the eye, but so heavy that Doflamingo could have sworn that he felt his ribs cracking, fracturing beneath the relentless presence. They weren’t uncommon. He’d enduring night terrors since his unspeakable childhood. He just... hadn’t expected it. Those sleepless hours had chased him down, down into this putrid cell, wrenched cold sweat out of his skin, and replaced the marrow of his bones with trembling rage.
Doflamingo hated lying on his back. It wasn’t the cold of the stone floor. It wasn’t the ache that exhausted his body, from motionlessness He hated looking up, ceaselessly. He hated the view where everything in sight was unreachable by his hand, and he hated that everything within reach, was covered in filth and decay. The seastone shackles that governed his wrists were heavy, and they ground into his flesh without end. But he even gave that a purpose - rousing himself awake from the terrors of his visions.
❝Ah, it’s just so damn boring in here....
Fufufu, where’s that corpulent devil?
At leas a little torture would keep me awake.
I wonder if I’ve stayed long enough to start making requests.❞
His fist closed, curled against itself like a defective serpent. Fangs in the form of keratin crescents, bore deep red rivulets into the heel of his palms. The pain aided only slightly, to draw his mind away from the malefic voices that nested in the chasm somewhere in his head. His sanity stretched dangerously thin, as cells divided and died, without knowledge of the sun. Without once respirating clean air. A familiar hell. He didn’t think of their faces. He didn’t think on their voices. No one could reach him, here, but his demons. And... he couldn’t reach anyone else, from within this vile, unconscionable place. He was really finished with all of it, after all. ....something would have to give.
A twisted mirth crept across his mouth, weary features obliging a misplaced amusement. Tired muscles hauled their weight upwards, a perpetrator strung upon a rack; a sudden, expectant grin.
❝You know? I feel like something really good is gonna happen, soon....❞
— ❝ₒₙₗᵧ ₜₕₑ 𝒹ₑₗᵢ𝒸ᵢₒᵤₛ ₜₕᵢₙ𝓰ₛ 𝓌ᵢₗₗ ᵣₑₘₐᵢₙ.❞
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🐾—❝…❞
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🐾—❝…!!!???!!!❞
CALLOUT GENERATOR. YOUR MUSE? CANCELLED.
@gritthoseteeth && @highabcveground
Kamina is cancelled because they like spending all their money on gatcha games, they're a ghost, oh, and don't forget, they have hands and they have feet. Blocked.
Tenderly borrowed from @hopelived
💬 bich
🐾—“Jｏｉｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ'ｓ ｆｏｅ ｔｏ ｓｍａｓｈ ｆａｔｅ,
— ａｎｄ ｇｒａｂ ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ'ｓ ｐａｔｈ
ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ ｈａｎｄｓ!“
Send 💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours.
❝Tch!
Kamina. Brazen. Foolhardy. Obstinate. …and more or less legendary.
In summary, an unforgettable basket of chaos and progress. When I think of that precocious Human, his voice comes to mind, first. A loud bastard, indeed. But he chooses the words he immortalizes with care - like a flag born of the very breath in his lungs. He bares his diminutive Human teeth without shame or reserve, and I respect the audacity of his nature.
For every wall he tears asunder, he leaves a flourishing field in its wake. He kindles flames in even the weakest embers. He invites the hesitant to find their strength against his back. His self-indulgent proclamations of manliness aren’t entirely unfounded.
…as young as he was, not even I was immune to the radiance of his spirit. His unruliness complicated my understanding of the world - but the questions he gave me were pivotal to expanding my own existence. But first he was a source of great ire and frustration and misery and confusion. ….in fact, at times, he is still these things.
And, whether he would want it to be so or not, he opened the sky for me, as well.❞
—ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ , ‘ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹ'noʎ ǝsnɐɔǝb ǝɹǝɥ ɯ'I
ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɴᴏᴡ!” “!ʍon ɯǝןboɹd ɐ ʇoƃ ǝʌ'noʎ
Mᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴅɪsᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ: KAMINA :: 🔥
🐾—“Jｏｉｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ'ｓ ｆｏｅ ｔｏ ｓｍａｓｈ ｆａｔｅ,
— ａｎｄ ｇｒａｂ ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ'ｓ ｐａｔｈ
ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ ｈａｎｄｓ!”
UNREASONABLE!!
❝UNDER THE DURESS OF FAMINE,
DID YOU EAT EVEN YOUR OWN BRAIN!?❞
Viral screamed in full protest, the volume of his voice thoroughly employed to convey his great disapproval. Dealing with these Humans had become the worst headache of his manufactured life thus far. And the big one was the worst of it!
The Beastman’s claws dug tiny, red pools in the heel of his hand, wrapped around the Enki’s controls, as he endured the vast irreverence of the Human’s jeers. It would have been well-worth it to crush the naked bastard like an insect - more than suitable for his grave slights against his betters. But what was this N O N S E N S E about him calling a time-out after being the loudest instigator of a battle-
Abruptly, the blond’s thoughts registered the fatigue inherent in both Ganment and pilot. Electrical malfunction. Crumpled armor. And haggard respiration of the boastful Human, within. The Beastman canted his head, a pale brow arched in demand. Was the fool about to die?
The contemplation failed to bring him joy, and he was careful not to notice that much. Enki’s mouth unhinged, allowing the Beastman to regard the human, below. Even though their biology differed, the blond could recognize the telling signs of hunger in a living being. Viral’s chin came to rest in the faintly wounded heel of his broad hand, and addressed the Human mockingly,
❝How do you expect to survive for long on the surface, Ningen,
when you can’t even manage to feed yourself adequately?❞
There was something... something valiant in the way that the fading human tended his Ganmen. Foolish. But gallant. And as ill-inclined as he was to acknowledge it, he appreciated the respect that the Human invested into his Ganmen. Viral thought of Enki as his partner. And he believed Enki would recognize the worth in the Human’s clumsy attention. His grimace settled into a vague resentment, and also, a begrudging awareness of the budding cognitive dissonance within him, in regards to these Humans.
Was he missing something, here?
❝Oi. If you’re already this spent,
Weren’t these supposed to be primitive, barely-sentient degenerates?
- you couldn’t defeat Enki, anyway. Keh, I see no disadvantage for me.❞
Then why did he feel like going this far to give the Human a chance to struggle?
The Beastman reached around his pilot’s seat, and lifted a hefty bag of supplies. Smoked meat, fresh fruits, and a heavy canteen filled with spring water burdened the sack. As he stood, he tossed the bag onto the sand, below. He was quick to follow, standing opposite the satchel - and facing the Human.
❝Today, our duel is for this.
The victor may take possession of these supplies, and do with them what they wish. You don’t have a problem with it, do you, Ningen? Like I said. You’ll lose, anyway.❞
—ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ , ‘ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹ'noʎ ǝsnɐɔǝb ǝɹǝɥ ɯ'I
ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɴᴏᴡ!” “!ʍon ɯǝןboɹd ɐ ʇoƃ ǝʌ'noʎ
Quotes of the Year: March . . . #2017❤️#gritthoseteeth #pushitrealgood #onemonthatatime #outwiththeoldinwiththebold #shepersisted
