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⁽⁷⁾    𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌     ᴰʸᴵᴺᴳ,      ʟᴏʀᴅ

[warfeind]

anything     𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊     is     a     𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜      [ ... ]     

                                         any     ᴛᴡᴏ     things     𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳     is     a     terror.

ind.   sel.     portrayal   of   asa mitaka   &   yoru  from   chainsaw   man    part   2 .   minors  +   personal   blogs   dni.   ━━   prompts.

[j0culatryx]

Not Fujimoto casually dropping the best reaction image of all time

[animepopheart]

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[strawberryblondie-locks]

[thotfuss]

Lorde //  Emily St. John Mandel // Geoffrey Hill 

[killjo-q]

Yoru and Asa

[godmods]

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sega bodega & dorian electra // teenage dirtbag (wheatus cover)

[warfeind]

everyone is just waiting for their saviour.

chainsaw man ch. 145 – 148 / chapter 145 analysis by sugar-grigri / problem area, melissa broder / psalms 22:19–20 TPT /  queen of fillory,  janet pluchinsky

[warfeind]

adding onto this.. blue octavo notebooks, franz kafka

[herkn1fe]

she wonders how truthful the other would decide to be when approached. as far as she knew, nobody told asa that she was ( mostly ) aware. yet, mikasa listens on after soothing down her tie, plucking off a stray piece of car hair. she flicks it in the wind and it gets lost within seconds. her attention brought back to the tea that she nearly dropped.

maybe some people do mind the burn after all. “ too hot? ” she hums, “ it's good you're still you, should make things much easier in terms of trust. ”

she hoped, but it wouldn't be easily given. everything comes in the form of payment and sometimes that was costly. she knows too well. “ i'll tell you what, ” she pauses, hand reaching in her front pocket to remove a clothed napkin. it's folded with precision to fit around porcelain that asa can't seem to bare. maybe you should back out if you can't handle the heat. “ let's talk about it over lunch. ” this isn't going to be a comfortable job. “ ─ just after we finish our tea. ” finger tips grab her own cup once more, bringing it to her lips and swallowing it with ease. not a twitch in her expression. the burn is still there / just a reminder. you've felt so much more pain than this before, this is nothing. she rises and discards her cup in the sink, quickly cleaned and set on the drying rack before walking right out the door of the conference room.

[warfeind]

some questions are simply questions, and others are tests : asa feels the familiar sensation of being examined like a pin prick pressure along her spine, always shrinking under scrutiny, centimetres scratched off of the tally marks of her growth. her discomfort is measured in magnitudes, not against its absence or presence.   [ ... ]    just like that, she thinks, watching idly as mikasa wraps her cup in a protective layer of tissue ; another beat of silence before she can speak, croaking out thank yous and work–appropriate platitudes.

״ you.. want to go to lunch.. ״ with me? she doesn't say, but it's likely the inference is made clear by her expression : eyebrows raised, schoolgirl flush on her cheeks & a slight sense of alarm in her eyes. ״ already? ״ it's not unusual for them to go together, at whatever time her seniors decide, but the novelty of being included hasn't worn off quite yet. it's been years, perhaps lifetimes, since she last experienced that kind of certainty. ״ like, right now? ״ then, the second wave of realization breaks, and she feels the hypothetical scenario in her head begin to turn against her favor. asa palms idly at the cloth wrap around her cup, gone from scorching hot to a bearable warmth, wincing at the mere mental image of her recent past. ״ i don't really.. have much more to say about it though.. i mean, i'd rather not... ״

[cinememed]

₍ 📻 ₎   the mountain goats lyrics  rp  starters  ! featuring violence, explicit language + subject matters & mature topics . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .

let him who thinks he knows no fear look well upon my face.

bring your heroes, watch them all get crushed.

everybody's got their limits. nobody's found mine.

some things you will remember. some things stay sweet forever.

i can see the future, it's a real dark place.

who will mop up all the blood?

there's no promise sweeter than a blood pact.

i'm as happy as i'm ever gonna be. you're by my side.

wrap this around your head. don't let anyone see that you're bleeding.

if you can't beat them, make them bleed like pigs.

and i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.

every moment leads towards its own sad end.

i am coming home to you, if it's the last thing that i do.

i am this great unstable mass of blood and foam.

i think i hear angels in my ears.

some days i don't miss my family. some days i do.

lend me your hand. let me look in your eyes.

when i try to open up to you, i get completely lost.

some days i think i'd feel better if i tried harder.

i woke up afraid of my own shadow. like genuinely afraid.

keep your head low. try to leave no traces when you go.

don't even question your senses, you can be sure it's me.

it was their love you wanted, not mine.

you know and i know, everyone knows it. i'm the one.

i may have failed you once before. but this means war.

the best you've got is powerless against me.

please don't send me back to where i came from.

you're going to do what you want, no matter what i ask of you.

all your little schemes break when they come crashing up against me.

what did i come down here for? you.

i've got you. you've got whatever's left of me.

i hope you blink before i do.

i hope you die. i hope we both die 

i want to say i'm sorry for stuff i haven't done yet.

would you look at that? we're throwing off sparks.

what will i do when i don't have you to hold onto in the dark?

i don't know why it's gotten harder to keep myself away.

i saw the future in a dream last night. there's nothing in it.

somebody's gonna get hurt. i hope it's not me.

i couldn't help myself. i don't know what i need.

i hope the bad guys win. i hope the good guys get their skulls bashed in.

i waited here all by myself.

down there in the dark i could see the real truth about myself.

when you came in, i could breathe again.

you're the last, best thing i've got.

some things you'll do for money, and some you'll do for fun.

the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one.

it's not nice to try to kill the same thing twice.

i used to love you so much i was sure it would kill me.

i want you the way you were.

we can leave a nasty mark when we're gone.

i know you don't want me to hurt you tonight.

i don't want you to hurt me the way you do.

i am right here where you want me.

the stars would come out of hiding for you. and i would too.

i will do what you ask me to, because of how i feel about you.

you have questions only a masochist would ask.

your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure.

nobody is innocent here. i've got more blood on my hands than you do.

you've done something awful. i've done something worse.

you can stand up, or you can run.

we both know know what you've done.

some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel.

we both know you're leaving. you just don't want to say it yet.

i've got no good reasons left not to let down my guard.

you were warm. that's all i remember.

i feel guilty, but i can't feel ashamed.

hang on to your dreams until someone beats them out of you.

when the time comes to loosen your grip, you'll know.

you found my breaking point. congratulations.

nobody gets away. even the best of us come back someday.

[shoukousbyeeee-deactivated20240]

IN MY MIND I KNOW THE NAME OF AN OCEAN THE SIZE OF EVERYTHING THAT WAS ... bugs' portrayal of shōko ieiri, developed beyond the constraints of canon. this blog features a billion verses, both fandom and genre based, and is focused on developing complex and unique dynamics shared between writing spaces ... MY MOUTH CAN ONLY CALL IT DEATH. ©

[shoukousbyeeee-deactivated20240]

Dimly lit, dark, a little dank. There's a light flickering at the end of the hallway, supply closet half open. The fluorescents are burnt out down here, and it'll be a cold day in hell before Shōko deigns herself to change them. She's too lazy to put in a proper request, so instead, all of her patients ( the more morbid ones call themselves her victims ) tend to stumble around her workspace, squinting. It's humiliating. It's a little smelly. It's the basement. It's Shōko's domain.

No wonder most of public safety choose to see a different physician. It seems as though nobody's bothered to tell @warfeind that there's another option.

Shōko's smile is wide, edging close to sharp, too many teeth. Unsettling, needle sharp. Her reputation shifts as the day grows, none too eager to get to know her. She doesn't take it personally, especially because Shōko knows just how cold she runs.

Rude, maybe, how quickly Shōko grabs Mitaka's hand, cold digits straight to the girl's wrist, searching for her radial. Rude, maybe, how Shōko forgoes any sort of greetings, but, really, with their careers, who has time for that? ❛ What's your protein intake like? When was the last time you had some spinach, huh? You're cold. You know your iron levels? ❜

[warfeind]

long cylindrical shapes have burned onto her retinas from staring at the ceiling too long, and some part of her neck makes an awful crackling sound as she shifts uneasily, startled from the touch. it's not a hostile gesture, but the sudden proximity causes her to tense up regardless. asa regards the physician with a healthy degree of hesitation, feels her own vessels pulsate and throb against the pressure from shōko's thumb. it's an uncomfortable sensation, and the physicality of it keeps her from slipping too far away from the present. can't fault her for being cagey, circumstances and all. the descent into the bowels of the building marks the end of her first month in public safety. a few too many firsts at once, asa thinks. and there will be more.

״  uh, i — spinach? ״ memories of meals shared with her coworkers stagger in her mind, frame by frame like old – timey film reel. the room feels even colder under the scrutiny of shōko's gaze, and  asa desperately tries to think of a right answer to give. something, anything she can say to can make this interaction more bearable. ״   i haven't really.. i don't know — i just eat so.. i can go to work.. whatever's in the fridge.. ״ negotiating the conflicting instincts to appease and to push back against the pressure [ ... ] her pulse jumps, gaze darting around the room. shōko must feel it too, how desperately careful she's being. ״  i don't even know if i'm... ״ human. she doesn't say it out oud, but the word hangs in the air between them for a second too long before she can think of something else — something less damning — to elicit sympathy rather than disgust or rejection. ״  .. iron deficient. ״

[paladinbaby]

a patch of white anemones

the iliad, tr. emily wilson / electra: a tragedy, tr. anne carson / the lathe of heaven, ursula k. le guin / @insomniac-arrest / the first bad man, miranda july / what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer / rabbit heart (raise it up), florence + the machine / burrows end, @dimension20official / the burglar of babylon, elizabeth bishop

[Image Description: Ten images of text. The first image is a photograph of a book page but the rest are black text on a pure white background.

1: “You already know this story. You will die. Everyone you love will also die. You will lose them forever. You will be sad and angry. You will weep. You will bargain. You will make demands. You will beg. You will pray. It will make no difference. Nothing you can do will bring them back. You know this. Your knowing changes nothing. This poem will make you understand the unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the very first time.”

2: “Electra / And I know there is something all wrong about me - believe me. Sometimes I shock myself”

3: “The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.”

4: “The first rule of tragedy is to be yourself. The second rule of tragedy is to be literally anyone else. The third rule is that however much you try there is no escaping being yourself forever.”

5: “Then I realised that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”

6: “Always falling into a hole, then saying “okay, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,””

7: “I must become a lion hearted girl / Ready for a fight / Before I make the final sacrifice / We raise it up, this offering”

8: “i think for myself, when I go back to that time, the number one emotion associated with it is tremendous shame and embarrassment which is the emotion it would take to never mention that to anybody”

9: “You were good to me, and I love you, / But I’m doomed” End ID.]

[fairycosmos]

I WISH THINGS HAD TURNED OUT DIFFERENTLY!!!!!!!!! goes to the supermarket

[warfeind]

spent too long staring at my blog graphics and contemplated redoing them all again BUT then i remembered why i'm here ✊

[warfeind]

"i hope you know you can trust me." makima to asa hehe

book of night sentence starters / @gyakuri ━━ it's embarrassing how the smallest gestures unbalance her completely. trust is essential in this line of work, a strictly professional commitment to one another — but the act itself, saying it out loud, makes it feel real. even if it's a matter of function over feeling, asa wants to be worthy of trust. no matter how she hard or how many times she tries to bury the impulse, it always come back, starved, avenging. she wants desperately to bury her face in her hands, press cold palms against her burning cheeks to hide from view, but they remain clasped at the small of her back, standing at attention. just the way they taught her, unflinching even when she thinks can't bear it.

״   i do. i mean, i know — and i trust you. ״ it feels insufficient when her own life hangs in the balance, but she has little more to offer when all secrets have already been laid bare between them. it feels like miss makima knows more about her than asa knows herself, and there is some comfort in that too. yoru always seems less than thrilled to report to the office, but at least that means she's quiet. asa can her own thoughts again, uninterrupted for the first time in living memory [ ... ] clarity. that's what it feels like. she sees herself reflected in makima's expectations, all flaws reflected so clearly it burns, but if makima sees something of value in her, then maybe asa can as well... ״   even if i can never make it all up to you, i'm, uh .. really grateful. ״

[herkn1fe]

petaled lips press together behind hot porcelain / lashes fluttering closed. it's hard to ignore curiosity when it gnaws at you, sharing tea in the early mornings. her taste is bitter / hot to the tongue. she doesn't mind the burn.

“ you know, you're not suppose to ask people stuff like that in our line of work. ” 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨? / 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴? mikasa doesn't like to compare something so heavy as if it's small talk. it seemed distasteful. “ will you tell me about you, @warfeind? ” as if she didn't already know. she sets the mug down, other hand soothing over a black tie. it's tucked in so perfectly into her buttoned jacket. she sets the example for them both.

[warfeind]

״   well, sorry. but i hear lots of people talking about it all the time. ״ already learned to shift the blame like it's her own weight, from one foot to another. not two weeks on the job and these public safety dogs have already worn down her naive notions of teamwork to the bone. it's starch white, scrubbed clean of all the filth. ״   and it doesn't seem like anything bad happened to them, so... ״ asa leaves it alone before impressions sour altogether, raising her cup to sip at the tea and give herself a clean, if temporary, exit from the mutual interrogation. the steam alone is unbearable so close to her face, makes her cheek flush. no easy escape, then.

just say it like you practiced. yoru hums, so close it feels like a soft buzz inside her head. i'd rather not have to deal with every little thing on your behalf.

״   miss makima said you'd all be briefed, that i'm.. uh... ״ hybrid. the lie never goes down easy, even though it's only by omission. her own life is a lesser concern in the checks and balances of public safety. there's always a shadow in the room, surveilling her very intentions, her every thought. ״   that i'm not a fiend.. so, um.. i'm still.. just me. ״ every second more unnerving than the next. asa suddenly notices her palms stinging, still clasped around the mug, and nearly drops it back down on the coaster. if ackerman learns the truth, that's the end of their awkward silences together. the end of anything, together. ״   i was attacked by a devil, and then i woke up with this.. thing inside me, but the contract itself is still classified. if you want to know all the gory details, just ask someone else. i'm sure you all know already. ״