#kaaaaaa

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

without the wonder of modern medicine i would have died at like age 8 or 13. 8, from an infection in a large gash on my palm. 13, appendicitis

the way my jaw dropped goddamn bb im v glad for modern medicine

[goldenfists]

dusty toybox meme // not accepting !!         is there anything i can do to help ? ( @chiheru​ )

the   woods   were   his   kin   of   brown   and   green,   his   blissful   place   of   sanctuary   and   jocund   solitude,   the   haven   he   sought   whenever   his   psyche   was   submerged   in   a   sea   of   anger   and   exasperation.      and   thus   the   wolf   ran   upon   the   mantle   of   flora,   across   the   bridges   of   untroubled   streams,   breathing   in   the   peaceful   verdant   upon   strong   wands   of   dark   cinnamon,   never   looking   back      ⸻      it   was   his   way   to   free   tension   and   welcome   back   the   tranquillity   he   needed;   a   way   to   feel   more   beast   than   man,   a   way   to   embrace   the   primal   nature   that   inhabited   within      [   ...   ]      for   his   heart   was   naught   but   consumed   by   humane   sentiments,   by   the   immeasurable   love   towards   a   seed   found   amidst   solitude   and   amidst   a,   what   could   have   been,   end   of   premature   light.

as   fast   as   he   ran   within   the   webs   of   his   woodland,   was   as   fast   as   he   returned   to   that   little   chapel   of   emerald   beauty,   not   far   from   the   chalet   that   protected   his   daughter   from   those   like   him.      it   was   thus   time   to   depart   from   his   coat   of   fur,   extending   both   his   forelimbs   and   howling   to   the   beast   alike   that   the   night   was   once   again   under   his   wings.      his   daughter's   saccharine   vocals   caught   him   completely   off   guard.

his   own   energy   surrounded   his   colossal   structure,   the   dust   of   vermilions   and   golds   circling   his   bestial   form   until   he   was   returning   to   what   and   who   was   accepted   by   the   surrounding   neighbours      (   and   by   his   child,   whose   innocent   mind   had   not   been   tainted   by   the   peril   that   he   was   )      and   wanderers   around.      ❝   what   are   you   doing   here,   cherry   blossom?   ❞      just   in   time   to   welcome   her   in   his   arms,   the   yokai   dropped   to   one   knee   to   examine   her   petite   form   before   responding   to   her   candid   query.      ❝   i'm   just   gathering   a   couple   of   twigs   for   our   fireplace...   rain   is   coming   soon   and   i   want   to   make   sure   we   are   prepared   for   colder   days.   ❞      a   sigh   thus   escaped   from   the   cavern   of   his   throat,   elevating   a   hand   so   gently   to   ruffle   the   sand   of   her   hair,   an   act   of   peaceful   retreat   instead   of   lecture.      ❝   you   shouldn't   be   here...   we   already   talked   about   how   is   dangerous   to   be   outside   at   night.   besides...   don't   we   have   school   tomorrow,   little   lady?   you   should   be   resting.   ❞

[vsxlh]

can we just not?