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bros traumatized for life
I still taste the past.
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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.
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@inuvember day 3: Sango
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.
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“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
Come into my arms
Just like the wolves, the more I am wounded, the more dangerous I become.
Channing M (via de-morte)
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".
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Inuyasha comforting Sango.
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.
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?”
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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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.