#nero.knife

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@magusanima told me to draw the beans as furries and DAD GUMMIT I DELIVERED

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WHAT ARE YOUR HANDS COVERED IN?

Calluses.

You have always known work. You have always known labour and the kind of love that is blisters splitting open, is people bandaging your hands after a long day. You are burned by the sun, whether it be your skin or your soul that is singed. There is not a part of you that isn’t scorched, turned tired and overused, as brittle as a piece of glass reflecting the dawn. You are strong, yes, but only physically. Is it worth it, this ache in your bones? Is it worth it each morning, to only ever give and work and never be offered a semblance of what you deserve?

Tagged by: @inevitableking! Tagging: @quiisquiliae @ruomas @muutos @suffcring and anyone else who wants to do it!

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okay now we're cookin. have a debauched nero

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃?

knuckles.

it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

tagged by: like everyone lmao. thank y'all <3 tagging: anyone who hasn't done it yet and would like to!

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nero has a yorkshire accent. i don't make the rules.

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What is the flavor of your soul?

salt. ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

tagged by: @pcrseverance tagging: @ruomas @magusanima @dreadblaidd @zhisi @valorcorrupt AND YOU READING THIS!!!

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capitalizing off of @magusanima’s post: FURSONAS!!!

gregoir: a hunting hound, graying a little around the muzzle and scarred, but loyal and steadfast.

odette: a barn owl. downy white and ever watchful, ever analyzing.

nero: a tiger. lethal and exquisite, unable to be tamed.

harriet: a knife-sharp (lol) small dog, scruffy and inquisitive.

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Red for Nero, Orange for Rain, and Yellow for Cedric

NERO: How far would they go for something (or someone) they love fiercely? As far as it takes. He would take a life, destroy something precious, go to any length–so long as he is not asked to betray his comrades.

RAIN: When was the last time your muse truly felt alive? For better or worse, Rain feels most alive when they're in combat or in danger. It's a natural byproduct of the adrenaline rush, of course, but more than that, they're in control of themself in those moments. Anything that happens to them is usually a result of their own actions. They prefer it that way.

CEDRIC: Who do they miss when the sun rises? His sister, Agnes. He lost her and the rest of his family to a demon that turned her into an abomination when he was around seventeen to eighteen years old. It was what made him want to become a templar in the first place. She was his best friend, his confidante, his most beloved person, and he misses her more than anything.