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[dood1e-bug]

Science and Magic

(i keep singing bill nye the science guy while drawing this)

[skjebne-a]

five songs, lyric  associations / Apis Aeron Khalil ‘Zuburi

𝚘𝚗𝚎.   prayer  - modsun 

It's no longer "who I am" but "who will I become" I gotta grow up because I didn't die young I finally stopped choking every breath I take Let my best advice come from my worst mistake I've accepted that I'm not like the masses I'm meditating in a castle out in Calabasas Every action has a reaction What did you think would happen?

𝚝𝚠𝚘.   take me to church-- hozier

No Masters or Kings. When the Ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human/ Only then I am clean. Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen.

𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎.     oh death - jen tidus

Too late, too late To all farewell My soul is doomed so heed me well As long as God In Heaven dwell Your soul, your soul shall scream in Hell

𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛.   losing my relgion - gregorian (cover)

I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you tryBut that was just a dream That was just a dream.

𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎.    a little death  - the neighborhood 

She sought death on a queen-sized bed And he had said, "Darling, your looks can kill, So now you’re dead." Touch me, yeah I want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like I am human

𝚜𝚒𝚡.   flowers of a ghost - thriving ivory

Don't ever say goodbyeSee my head aches from all this thinkin'Feels like a ship God, God knows I'm sinkin'Wonder what you do and where it is you stayThese questions like a whirlwind, they carry me awayWho will bring me flowers when it's overAnd who will give me comfort when it’s coldWho will I belong to when the day just won't give inAnd who will tell me how it ends and how it all begins

[skjebne-a]

“ you haven’t even seen my bad side yet. ” ( For Vi )

☞☞ QUOTES I FOUND ON PINTEREST SENTENCE STARTERS PT. ONE ☜☜

The fae almost wants to laugh. Almost, but he refrains. He allows his eyes to look at her, a bitterness in the back of his bones for most things. The winter fae has long given into matters that before he would have never done. None the less he’s less than amused with how life has been, and how things are going.  But that’s beside the point, considering the blood bond and everything entailed as of now.                  “And you have never seen a pissed fae, so I believe we are even.” 

[altaemia]

BOLD what applies to your muse        /        repost,  don’t reblog.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚈:     chipped nail polish.   glitter highlight.   tall trees with smooth bark.   tangled hair.   the taste of cinnamon sugar.   talking too loud and too fast.   overgrown flowers in your hair.   crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.   flirting.   walking home at three am with no coat ( shirt* ).    platonic hand holding.   blowing smoke out of your nose.   dragonfly wings.   chaotic good.   freckles.   fairy rings.   secret meetings.   gender nonconformity.   leather.   smudged eyeliner.   forbidden fruit.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁:    computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.   haunting beauty.   hard liquor.  crowns of thorns.   shadowed alleyways.  decaying plant matter.   shattered mirrors and broken glass.   corrupted memories.   stopped clocks.   the scent of stale cigarettes.   tattered black hoodies.   walking your friends home.   the crescent moon.   the sea.    a graveyard on a foggy day.   cold rings on cold fingers.   absolution. looking out of the window of an airplane.   soft kisses.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷:     graffiti.   pretending to know what you’re doing.  worn paperback books.   growing up too fast.  parsley,   sage,   rosemary,   and thyme.   lace and combat boots.   moth wings.   candles on every surface.   a weathered deck of cards.   turning the music up.   fireflies in jars. calloused fingers.  drawing on your skin.   sunlight filtering through clouds.   petrichor.   a dying rose in a jar.   wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions of spells.   black cats.   mint gum.   chapped lips.   dirt under your fingernails.   the cycle of life and death.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵:   murders of crows.   frostbitten leaves.   wolves howling at midnight.   knocking on your door.   leaving food out for stray animals.   the twang of an acoustic guitar.    honey.   tiny red buds on trees.   claw marks on the walls.   golden eyes. slightly too long stubble.  knitted fingerless gloves.   sleeping on the forest floor.   always find your way back home.

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[koeii]

“fight me”

Hanzo should have expected this sooner.  Things have not been easily over the last few months, far from perfect. The three of them, while they have talked, things have not been simple to say the least. He allows the bitterness from Jesse, snd the talks with Mulan leave him much to sit and meditate on but they’re talking and important to him. Hanzo knows that in his heart, that everything has a reason, a purpose and it’s important.   This day is different. Jesse took a liking to his son, an unexpected thing and he had gone out to train, only to practice shooting for awhile. His bow was just put away when Mulan comes into his viewing. She has not been on the grounds like this in a long time. The last time they had been, it had been hot breath in her ear, and his fingers on her hips. Times had been different.    The request draws surprise onto his features but his gaze does not falter none does he decline what she asks of him. The dragons under his skin have been restless ever since that day with Jesse’s deadeye and even now they shift under the skin. Sparring her wasn’t something he had done often, but he often went gentler on her.     This time it is not the case. She holds her own against the Shimada air. Every hit that hits on his body is a reminder for how much hurt he has caused her. He allows the hits, despite doing his hardest to defend himself. At some point he begins to strip, and his shirt merely comes off not as an act of attention but it’s sticking to his skin. He is actually having to fight her for what it is worth.    The dragons thrum beneath the skin as if knowing this is the correct thing to do. Hanzo allows himself to fall himself into the battle. Forgets that it is his wife that he is fighting and allows himself to fight how he had been raised to fight, and she is not a weak woman. His wife is someone that has been holding on for so long. She has been holding so many for so long, and something inside Hanzo in the fight snaps.       A movement from her, something that makes the dragons rear up, but he drags them back under, forces the current back under his skin. He breathes outwards, lungs caught breathing hard. And this soft mutter of ‘Genji.’ out of his mouth, something had snapped within, and he’s staring up at her on his back frozen in a moment of time. the agression in her frame gone, pain blooms in places he knows he’s going to bruise but he’s lost for a moment.           Hanzo at the back of his mind: swears he can taste flower petals on his tongue, the one thing that keeps him from cracking completely.

[koeii]

❝ i love you, ❞ she said in chinese, her eyes sparkling as she glanced up at him, ❝ i can understand if you can't say it back or even if you feel the same... but i love you with all of my heart, and i will continue to do so no matter what lifetime we may find ourselves in. ❞

@adversitybloomed / i needed something soft

He allows his fingers to drift over that of the phoenix ink on his shoulders. Bending down he kisses her shoulder blades, catches the skin on his lips. Allows himself to ease into the softest touches at her words. Hanzo is soft spoken to say the least, and often his words do not come out until much later. He allows himself to kiss over her skin, her neck, up the corner of her jaw for a moment.       “愛してる.” It’s muttered to her, so soft and so gentle that it might be missed had she not been so close. His tone is this soft expression, one that not many ever hear from the Shimada, a softness that is not given to many. Mulan has a very deep place in his heart, for him to confess those words, for him to say I love you, is not a statement taken lightly. He leans down to kiss her again, the pair of them forgotten in the courtyard, pink petals drifting onto the ground in the distance. 

[koeii]

@grimlyt​ / genji 

It moments like these were Hanzo sometimes forgets that he and his brother have to deal with such matters. The circumstances to how they were raised, trained to kill at such a young age. It’s a jarring thing that is a constant reminder, despite the fact they haven’t met the street violence. At least not yet,the elders barely let them leave, unless it’s moments like this were Genji had crept out, and Hanzo being how he was had followed out of protection. He knows his brother’s intentions are not always the best, and his nature had only increased since the loss of their father.   Hanzo is still young, only eighteen, the pressure from the clan is not digging into him deeply. Not yet at least, but none the less he’s with his brother wary, he doesn’t like catching attention of unwanted people.