[urstrulymel]

bros traumatized for life

[osowari-deactivated20151005]

[danykha]

[qvotable]

I still taste the past.

Unknown (via qvotable)

[taijiyan]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅?

PATRON OF PROMISES.  

             they call you naive: of all the things to be the patron of, you have tackled the most mercurial of things. promises can easily be reduced to empty words, the precursor to brokenness, and truly, you have seen so many end in such a way. but you have also seen promises be kept, whether expected to or not. in a way, the gamble of it all charms you the most. think of professions and vows screamed in guttural voices, of saying sweet things laced with uncertainty, of beautiful edifices built on unstable land, completely at the mercy of the quaking, crumbling earth. you are the god of the hopeful, of those struggling to find the good in their blackening hearts. the god of uncertain things, of saccharine words said with pure conviction. a refuge for defiant souls, shelter for those who make poor choices but have good intentions. god of oaths both broken and kept, god of sleeping early so that the new day can sooner begin, god of wonder. you string together the words filled with assurance and rain down belief, on both the promiser and the promised. 

the bringer of hope, however frayed and frail it may be.

TAGGED BY:  @kaigashi ( thank you !! )  TAGGING: @feudalmonk , @inusedai , @daikusedai , @senpujin , @slaheir​ , @archeracrosstime​ , &. anyone else interested ! 

[halftrashdemon]

@inuvember day 3: Sango

[taijiyan]

 they  ran  their  hands  over  my  past.  lingering  over  the  dents  &.  worn  edges  of  my  heart;  &.  when  i  thought  they’d  run  away  just  as  the  others  had,  they  instead  turned  to  me,  &.  expressed  that  i’d  never  have  to  fight  another  battle  alone.        ─  alfa. 

                            inuyasha’s sango. as loved  &. slayed by calico. 

[archeracrosstime-archive]

Girls Who Overcame Time

Priestess ( @ka-go-me )

Graduate ( @kyudome )

Time-Traveler ( @anchoredstowaways )

Purity ( @iisekai )

Sunshine ( @kagomiko )

Blossom ( @archeracrosstime )

[kizusedai-deactivated20210301]

“There’s uh, something stuck in your hair...”

           “-- yeh, well, there’s somethin’ stuck on your face. sucks ya can’t get it off,” he scoffs, throwing the slayer a particularly scathing look. honey is stuck in his hair. as if he needed it pointed out. honey, because shippou thought it would be cute and hilarious. it isn’t. “if you ain’t gonna help, scram.” / @taijiyan

[inutato]

Come into my arms 

[de-morte]

Just like the wolves, the more I am wounded, the more dangerous I become.

Channing M (via de-morte)

[taijiyan]

What God does your Muse descend from?

ATHENA. 

 Children  of  Athena  are  called  the  "brain  children"  for  they  are  born  from  Athena's  thoughts  and  thus  are  the  only  demigods  to  be  claimed  at  birth.  These  children  possess  high  intelligence  and  wisdom,  especially  when  it  comes  to  war  strategy.  Their  fatal  flaw  is  hubris,  the  source  of  which  is  the  first  lesson  all  of  Athena's  children  learn:  "mom  is  the  best  at  everything  and  that  any  thought  to  the  contrary  is  not  taken  well".

TAGGED BY: @senpujin​ ( thank you <3 )  TAGGING: @sekishin , @kagomiko , @feudalmonk , @redratrobed , @kizusedai  & anyone else interested ! 

[jadedownthedrain]

Inuyasha comforting Sango.

[taijiyan]

SETSUNA.

         SHE  DOESN’T  question  or  hesitates.  violet  eyes  travel  from  the  slayer’s  eyes  to  the  mask  &  did  as  she  was  told.  in  her  mind  ,  her  offering  is  taken  as  a  directive.  unlike  the  other  ,  setsuna  stood  at  a  disadvantage  when  it  comes  to  experience  in  the  field.  training  &  lessons  are  never  as  vicious  as  to  what  the  real  work  could  offer.  &  being  in  her  first  mission  ,  the  last  thing  she  wanted  was  for  kohaku  to  hear  she  was  more  of  a  burden  than  a  support  for  the  team..  &  for  his  sister.  she  decided  coming  without  her  mask.  unprepared.  was  enough  negative  commentary  that  will  reach  her  sensei’s  ears.

‘  sango sama  ,  the  youkai  will  come  out  at  any  moment.  we’ll  be  taken  by  surprise  if  we  don’t  move  away  from  the  smoke.  ’

                  the  gesture  is  brief.  gone  and  absorbed  the  second  the  metal  departs  from  the  clutch  of  her  hand.  impassively,  sango’s  sharp  gaze  flickers  over  the  younger.  drinking  in  her  stance,  and  not  for  the  first  time  does  she  ponder  over  the  extent  of  the  girls  training.  “not  necessarily.”  quietly  she  reaches  out;  signaling  to  the  rest  of  the  party  to  spread  out  and  take  up  their  positions  within  the  covering  veil.  a  short  glance  is  then  given  to  the  ravenette  as  she  reclaims  her  weapon  and  edges  forward,  into  the  smoke.  “we’ll  use  the  nioidama  to  our  advantage.  come,  stick  close  to  me.”  and  with  that,  sango  presses  onward,  letting  her  body  ebb  into  the  surmounting  smog  all  while  trusting  setsuna  to  watch  her  flank  as  they  circle  around.  

[taijiyan]

KAGOME.

❛  thanks , sango-chan .  ❜  waxing mirth of sisterhood , EVERLASTING LOVE ripened in a broad curve of lips . firmly encompassing her weaponry , the acclaimed archeress swiftly followed her companions lead in hopes of reuniting with their friends .  ❛  right . knowing inuyasha he’s probably gotten himself mixed up in something by now .  ❜  saccharine timbre preludes a hushed chuckle as kagome locked eyes with sango . though she understood the importance of regrouping , she truly cherished the  infrequent times the two spent alone , side-by-side .

                a  spark  of  amusement  blossoms  at  the  mere  allusion  of  their  friend  stirring  up  trouble.  it  comes  with  a  flourish.  soft  and  gentle  as  it  warms  the  apples  of  her  cheeks  and  brightens  her  countenance.  promptly  chasing  away  the  overall  urgency  previously  donning  her  features.  sango  relaxes.  content  to  take  her  time  and  just  be  in  the  presence  of  her  best  friend.  “i  don’t  know,  something  tells  me  the  one  causing  trouble  this  time  around  is  none  other  than  the  good  monk.”  it’s  said  with  a  small  wave  of  hand  and  pointed  finger.  though,  her  tone  remains  light  hearted.  “honestly,  what  would  they  do  without  us?”  

[taijiyan]

WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU ?

WENDIGO. 

You  are  the  wendigo.  Your  greatest  attribute  is  your  ambition.  You  have  big  dreams  and  you're  willing  to  do  whatever  it  takes  to  achieve  them.  You  are  a  child  of  nature,  your  symbol  is  snow,  and  your  season  is  winter.  You  really  enjoy  solitude  and  often  prefer  to  be  alone.  One  of  your  greatest  talents  is  your  will  power.  Your  instinct  is  strong  and  is  useful  in  helping  you  in  tight  situations.  You  also  have  great  physical  abilities  both  in  strength  and  speed.  You  have  the  most  in  common  with  the  zombie  and  the  werewolf.  Wendigo  is  from  Native  American  folklore  of  the  Algonquian  tribe.  Wendigo  is  a  human  who  changes  into  a  large  monster  after  suffering  from  starvation.

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[taijiyan]

HOUSHI

❝ ahem, ❞  what could he say? he had no counterargument or answer for her question. it was simply his ‘ cursed ‘ hand being led astray once again in the presence of a beautiful lady. he thought it inevitable. truly it had a mind of its own sometimes—well, that’s what he told himself anyways.  ❝ you have my sincerest apology, sango. ❞

                 call    it    a    sneaking    suspicion,    but    she    doesn’t    quite    believe    him.    the    weight    of    his    words    a    little    too    unbalanced    for    her    preferences.    as    if    they    were    more    a    repeated    mantra    than    those    of    true    sincerity.        so,    she    hums,    and    for    but    a    moment,    that    sharp    tone    is    the    only    waking    sign    of    response    from    the    slayer.        that    is,    until    she’s    releasing    his    hand,    and    propelling    herself    onto    the    balls    of    her    feet    with    the    aid    of    her    weapon.    “it’s    fine,    good    monk    -----    now,    you    were    saying?”    though,    she    pointedly    takes    a    minute    or    two    to    pin    him    with,    in    her    opinion,    a    rather    withering,    not    to    mention    daring    look.