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isubsume replied to your post: would anybody make affiliated knight ocs with me...

have you read about my vilatrix? i feel as though the two could overlap. she’s very, very high fantasy based at the most extreme magnitude

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVED HER SM PLS GIVE ME HER

[helmade]

isubsume a réagi à votre billet : #val amari and i are the only kaneki kens on this...

it’s TRUE WE HAVE AN IMPORTANT FUCKING DUTY OKAY

WE NEED THE 3 WAY THREAD ONE OF THESE DAYS..

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hi hiiii! oh my, i'm so excited you made a positivity blog, it makes me so happy!! i'd like to show some love to @hisrust, @holyrr, @isubsume, @hisprayer ( heh! <3 ), and @42st ! i cannot express the amount of love and compassion i have towards these five people. everytime i see them on the dash / simply chat with them makes my heart expand 10 sizes! i love them so much, their benevolence towards others is so heartwarming. i have so much love for them, and i wish them all the best from now on! <3

                                                                                    --- peachoir

[conhnhaketon]

rome you’re so perceptive about every single series you come into ... the sheer magnitude of your ability to decipher, understand and then convey is so nonpareil ... especially because you retain the same emotivity that the content itself provides — if not amplifying it all together ... you’re so great and your mind is so truly so special .. i’m so happy you’re here and creating .. executing your imagination and your conviction and finding places that allow you to holistically express both

you really are so introspective and so attuned to the emotivity that makes these characters so emboldened … so harsh, so strong, so cold, so afflicted — it’s absolutely phenomenal and it’s redundant to say but honestly … you really are such a gifted creator and this platform will never do enough to uplift and celebrate you in the way you deserve to be … i’m so happy that you’re engaged in things, absorbing new things … you are so intuitive…! i love you so much …!

i read this seven times already and it’s one of the nicest things i’ve ever been sent. i get really attached to characters i enjoy, even if i can’t relate to them personality wise. if there is an aspect of their character that i understand, i’ll spend a lot of time focusing on that facet a LOT until i realise that i actually want to write / talk about the chara on a separate blog. i love u so much, this really made my entire week oh my god thank u so much, ur an irl angel, this made me so so happy 💞💞💝💝💖💖💘💘💕💕✨✨

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❝ i don’t want to chase you down. ❞

బుద్దిలేని అమ్మాయి  ;   ‘headless girl’,   what are you doing there ?    standing where you do not belong,    arms out like you’ve set a purpose for them.    this was careless,    you’d think,    i’m not usually like this.    it doesn’t matter whether you meant it or not,    because the spider will mean every bullet in your head    (    isn’t that what they made you to believe ?    ).    casting shadows against the restricted documents neatly in two piles    :   read     &    to be read.    THIS WOULD NOT HOLD WITHIN VISHKAR,    they punish even innocents,    what is to say they won’t discipline you ?   —–   but you know very well the consequences,    you came here willingly,    &    now your resolve is even clearer:   i am not vishkar.   i am not talon.

❝       then don’t.      ❜       you’re surprised at how leaden your words come,    how righteous your voice seems.       ❝       i am right here.      ❜  

SENTENCE STARTERS       /      ACCEPTING.

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things you said while a fever stole your mind

“it’s the bullet--”

it’s not, he is uncharacteristically sick, but the bullet doesn’t help.

“take it out. amelie, take it out. there’s a pair of scissors in the closet. kept them there for crafting purposes. helen, you know. take it out. it hurts. i’ll never repeat this information to anyone, so keep it a closely guarded secret, amelie, but it hurts. i’m terrified. i haven’t felt this pain before. don’t worry about hurting me. just dig into the wound, take it out. i don’t mind. why don’t you help me, amelie? surely you’re not as cold as they say. no, i don’t think you are. i’ve seen you when you think the world doesn’t see you. you’re not invisible, you know. you’re a hell of an assassin, hell of a worker, hell of a woman, but you’re not a ghost. i’ve met ghosts, shook their hands, killed some of them. you’re the farthest thing from a ghost. take it out, amelie. it’s just a bullet. you’ve taken them out of yourself before, haven’t you? it’s easy. twist and pull. i’ve seen you worry, i’ve seen you smile, and i’ve seen you angry. of those, your worry is your strongest emotion. i’ve seen it in the tremors of your hands, i’ve seen it when you’re looking down a scope, sometimes. it makes you human. it doesn’t make you cold. so take it out. i’m a man, a twisted fool, begging you. take out the bullet. please. it hurts. take it out, or you’ll know what it’s like to be in my position. i’ve heard you say you loved me, before. i know you think i didn’t hear it, you thought i was sleeping. maybe i was. i don’t place much stock in remembering the past. maybe you said you hated me. maybe you were on the phone, or talking to your gun. but i heard you say i love you. clear as day. as clear as your presence is here. if you love me, then take it out. it’s not hard. i’ll even be quiet, i won’t scream. give me something to bite down on. i’ll survive, i think. you will too. i know you think you’re mortal sometimes, like the rest of us. memento mori. but you’re not. you’re a hell of a woman, and a hell of a woman lingers far after she dies. i’ll remember you after, to hell with not remembering the past. just take out the bullet, and i’ll remember you. i promise. take it out, amelie. please. take it out.” 

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things you said when we were safe

“okay. they’re gone.”

his fatigue exists in a whisper, a harsh sound, biting through a clenched jaw. his hand presses against the brick wall he leans on, counts to five, and peeks around the corner. a single, momentary sigh of relief, minute, really. barely noticeable unless one looked for it. he had a sneaking suspicion amelie had been. it didn’t bother him too much. having someone to watch his back on occasion was useful--these days, that took form in amelie lacroix. rather odd, considering her amorphous nature, a shadow among shadows . . . she, like john wick himself, blended into even the most inane of environs. 

“some days are too close for comfort.”

it’s a philosophy he doesn’t exactly ascribe to, he believes in his own ability, he believes in the color of the world as it passes by--the predictable things, the things he can count and manage. there is no too close for comfort in john’s world, there is always i am alive but my fuse is burning short--any day now. but he says it for her sake, for the sake of his appearance as a man and not a specter, not an amorphous thing. he half-circles past her, throws a careful glance down the trash littered alleyway, and taps her shoulder. 

“we’ll move, soon. be sure to keep an eye on the fire escapes. good place for ambushes.” 

he says this with certainty, with experience as the ambusher and the ambushee. he has imprinted memories on all latticework, on all manhole covers and dimly lit corners of clubs. the world does not know john wick, but they have heard his ghost hidden under the scent of gunpowder and rot. it is an intrinsic, accepted truth. he is a myth without being the subject of it, a conspiracy without wonder. 

“are you alright, amelie? we’ll be home soon.” there is a pause that isn’t a pause, but a moment to consider a smile, a further tap on her shoulder, anything to close the distance between them and render some form of intimacy from their current predicament. “together, and safe.” 

there is a greater emphasis placed on together, none of the clenched jaw, no whisper, no phantom harshness. it is like his memories across the globe--imprinted, an intrinsic truth.