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Xuebing Du
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.
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@witheringecho
forget? he never forgets. he doesn’t forget the ghosts in his lungs or the skeletons in his closet. he doesn’t forget when he wakes up screaming and he never forgets as he falls to his bloody knees finished to the bone. don’t ask him if he forgets because he never forgets. he’ll never forget this.
night terrors. (via alleyspat)
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hi! I’m crona gorgon and i’m ready to kill all of my friends out of the sake of my own beliefs that nobody will ever, truly understand me and are just hanging out with me out of pity!
shinigamikiddo:
Indeed it was Crona, but something was different and they noticed. Young reaper noticed a difference in his friend. There was something more twisted about them and it was unnerving. A familiar BLACK mass clouds him. While everyone raised their weapons, Kid stepped forward with no fear. He’d PROCLAIMED on his coronation day that they would not give into fear. Now, he would be a PILLAR an example for everyone.
❝ He…? ❞
SOUL PERCEPTION. He could look upon Crona’s soul and see the BLACK chaotic mass it was. They are not the person they once called friend. No. Perhaps that person was still inside. DEEP inside there. Perhaps they still existed. Something else. A thought. Who… No. It couldn’t…?
Asura!
The familiar taint of FEAR gripped black poisonous claws… He can;t show the unease on his face. It must remain a perfectly white mask of NOTHINGNESS before the escaped creature. He cannot see Crona as a person, not right now. Kid would need to either SLAY them now or find a way to force Asura’s soul to separate from Crona. Either way, it would hurt like hell for them both. He steeled ever nerve in his body as best he could.
❝ Are you in there…? Crona…? Can you hear me? I’ll save you from HIM. ❞
THERE WAS NO SAVING FOR THE ALREADY DAMNED, a cold hold on rot and corruption that will never, EVER seem to lose its grip as they seemingly forget all that ever mattered in the first place, all that kept them in place and left them to remain CONSTANT in their motives of which death itself would rebound from within its stark, inky clutches. There is no room for mock leaders. There is no room for the weak. To think a mere guardian of the school was poised next to such terrible omnipotence elicits them to cackle, to sneer in feigned amusement towards the other as he inches closer to his inevitable fate bearing no fear, yet still remaining hesitant to fully approach.
“ I don’t need your help. ”
Mandibles, quick in their serpents slick movements, burst out from the center of their back and impale all who were too cowardly to FIGHT, who’d rather SIT IN PLACE and quake in idle FEAR before tendrils go about smouldering every stretch of their insignificant presence through a visceral display of organs and bones torn out from their vessels so they may dissolve within the chasm of the VOID. It is their blood-- although drowned out with BLACK -- that splatters across a dry plane like a blank canvas, mixing with their own. The garbled screams of the ever present DWMA going about as natural as they draw breath, all while they bear the gall to maintain direct, unapologetic eye contact.
Crona isn’t here, not anymore.
“ --- And neither do they. ” The golem does not bother with hiding the agitation– they left hell at their own volition, hurled themselves at the deepest perdition and accepted the way out which lead through the numbing licks of hunger. Through their digression, however, he is granted a faint glimpse of the attack that draws toward the center of his being, having already pierced it with excruciating precision cleanly through his abdomen via spikes protruding from the base of their throat.
do you like eldritch, god-eating horrors that are approximately the same size as a toothpick?? well, do I have the blog for you: LIKE or REBLOG if you’re willing to rp with a heavily manga-based CRONA GORGON from soul eater !
what luck she has, improbably becoming a butterfly landing strip. a gasp, unexpected as the instance, is quick to compose into an encouraging smile, her arm extending out to present to crona their visitor. “ here, let me see your hand— he’s friendly ! ” / @witheringecho
For a moment, they do little but stare at the peculiar insect perched upon the ends of her index finger, hesitant in their movements but nonetheless obedient as digits idly creep out towards her.
“ Pretty...”
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Edvard Munch (via wnq-art)
baby
a baby.
outofcharacter. look, as someone who ships k///ir//ona to cope, im not gonna sit here and act like the characterization of them both are incorrect to an extent by some parts of the fandom? its mostly with pre-ending, which i consider to be more croma based as it draws near the final arc. what i look for in kirona is the events after the manga where it’s 300 years later and crona manages to get off from the moon as makas final wish either by choice or because they didn’t have the strength to stay up there any longer and have absorbed the kishin’s soul entirely to the point where it’s just..... in them. kid and crona are a pairing i wanted to have more interactions with, along with the rest of the cast tbh..........lmao
“ LEAVE. ”
Coffee and Donuts by byYorik
❝ Nya ❞
what does that mean? i don’t know what that means!!!
What’s a ‘nya’?
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