#makougha

[thrivt]

           ❛    you’ve  got  some  nerve  talking  to  me  kid.  what  do  you  even  want?   ew,  go  find  your  mom  or  something.     ❜    /   @makougha

[auctes]

❝ we don’t have any real friends ❞

  CAN’T   FIND   HALF   THESE   MEMES        /       @makougha​ .

“   IS   THAT   SUPPOSED   TO            make   me   feel   better   ?   ”   whether   about   the   present   company   ,    or   the   pervasive   partnership   she   has   with   solitude;   one   hundred   years   &   counting   ,   by   any   standard .   of   him:   she   can’t   be   surprised .   “   charisma   and   progressive   creativity  d - doesn’t   win   you   companionship   …   charming   a   populace   will   win   you   some   sort   of   hollow   success   ,   b - but   it   doesn’t   make   you   any   more   of   a   person .   ”   however   many   there   are   of   her   ,   she’s   always   less;   always   lacking   in   unity .   “   ———   but   at   least   i   can   say   that   it’s   a   choice   for   me .   ”

[lightcracked-blog]

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

Soft Angst  ( accepting!! )

       “ well, that certainly spells a lifetime of annoyance and frustration from you, because no matter where you go, you’ll always be bossed around. not only from me, but often from me.   ”     —–  her brows quirk and an uncharacteristic smile pulls at the corner of her lips. it’s a naivety that she found herself voicing not so long ago when she would bark at her uncle, baring teeth and spit and broken voices for him to  ‘LEAVE ME ALONE’. the nails that drummed on her forearm shift to rake crop rows in her hair, moving again to pat his shoulder with a solidity that glows no comfort.     “   it’s tough, but you either learn with a cute little pep talk or the hard way. which one are we going to take this?   ”

[pyrhiic]

     ❛ i know they call me a pillar of society, ❜  he jokes, winks, as if he isn’t at all holding up an actual building from collapsing in on them,  ❛ but i don’t think playing support beam was in the job description, ❜  despite the way his arms & legs shake, he laughs, boisterous & booming & brimming with mirth; eyes, blue & bright & every story where the hero wins, sweep the dust until they settle on the boy. trademark grin widens impossibly more, ❛ must be a tuesday, i guess, hahahahaha !!  say, you alright, kid ? ❜

&&. @makougha​ !! / sc.

[nonjust-a]

bro

bro

[illuseyes-blog]

‘ what’s all the rush? ’

* THE LOST WEEKEND STARTERS !!

@makougha

* ACCEPTING .

she looks to the other with a puzzled expression on her face , true , amara had been rushing about the cabin . bare feet harsh against the wooden floors as her lips muttered ingredients with hands gathering them , and placing them in the handmade basket hanging from her forearm . didn’t they sense it ? surely , someone even with the slightest magical affinity can sense that something was out there . something unwanted , dangerous even . 

and despite that all , not once had she spoken about what she sensed . but long green locks of hair sway with her when she shakes her head and continues to move about her home . her voice reaches the other as her familiar rubs against her leg .

          ‘   there’s something out there . attempting to break the barriers i’ve set in place . i have to go deal with the situation , it is ... an otherworldly presence and you should stay here until i’ve finished my task .   ’

[paluteana]

‘ it’s me they’re talking about. ’

the  lost  weekend  starters   /   accepting .

❝    oh   ——   ?    ❞    it  is  a  surprise  feigned,   not  hard  for  ears  to  catch  whispers  from  afar,   not  for  a  goddess .    ❝    &  are  they  saying  nice  things ?    ❞    question  posed  with  a  tone  quite  innocent,   serving  as  a  rhetorical,   the  answer  was  already  known .    ❝    because   —    IF  THEY’RE  NOT   …    ❞    purposeful  pause  to  continue  a  sinister  note,   though  palutena  wants  to  betray  these  impressions  with  her  eyes  now  open,   shining  bright  green,   &  a  smile  to  match .    ❝    ...   i’ll  have  a  talk  with  them !    ❞    head  tilts,   ill  intent  absent  from  her  voice .    it  would  not  be  tough  to  guess  what  such  words  infer .

[lancevalor]

♡

TIME TO TALK FAMILY. | ACCEPTING

Send me a ♡ to have my muse talk about their siblings.

“don’t have any. i mean, i definitely wanted siblings when i was younger, and i know my parents wanted more kids, but... my mom wasn’t really supposed to have kids in the first place. she was diabetic and overweight, and having just me was a risk. the doctors said she could’ve gone blind from it.”

“i overheard them talking a couple times about adopting while i was growing up, but there was just...never enough money, or it wasn’t the right time, and well...here i am, an only child,” she says with a shrug of the shoulders and a melancholy smile.

“oh! but i did build myself a brother out of cardboard when i was, like, five. my dad still has him somewhere. he kept a lot of my childhood art projects.”