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[yumight-blog]

my sword hand twitches

[mallius]

weakness

[yumight-blog]

would takumi like peanut butter this is a srs and important question

yea

[musingsiren]

night falls && I stare at these walls I wake and wander╾ I get lost in these halls && I ache to the  b o n e ╾it’s like NOTHING I’ve known

I can’t get through this alone.

[yumight-blog]

hello hello i am home but i’m gonna work on some other things and get back here when i’m willing!! feel free to catch me on skype :^)

[psychonom]

You care and that’s what kills you.

Skins UK (via psychonom)

[castitatli-archived]

               NEUTRALITY WAS SOMETHING SHE’S ALWAYS PRACTICED since she was a little girl. peace was a beautiful thing to seek, her father always said, and that was why she still held much love for the Hoshidans. even, as she wanders the halls of the Hoshidan capital, if she’s met with such hatred. the war has caused so much hurt and death; many lost their families on both sides, friendships torn and loved ones separated. it was truly a sick and twisted game fate had brought onto all, but she still strives to promote peace as she’s on the lookout for any more injured Hoshidan soldiers. 

                then, footsteps up ahead, and she stops in her tracks. as of now, she was alone– and unarmed, meaning if this person was an enemy, she was a goner. the best she could do was run, but she had to wait to see who it was. what she wasn’t expecting was the glow of a familiar sacred weapon, long gray tresses, and those eyes that burned with fire. suddenly, she’s brought back to the early days of her youth, right here in this hall, when she would greet the boy before her with warmth from a hug and a smile that could move cities. 

                                              ❝ – Takumi? ❞

                they’ve changed, they both have– yet the smile that blooms on her face hasn’t. ( the rather hostile greeting given to her hasn’t deterred her in the slightest; your heart is much too kind in a world of hurt, little princess. )

                  ❝ Wait! Takumi, it’s me. It’s Laei– it’s just me. Are you hurt? ❞

[yumight-blog]

            “ I said get back !  ”

Voice is nothing short of a shout, words laced with toxins that would poison only the target of their forward aggression. Mind is plagued with hatred, sickened with the virus of revenge & crippled with an inability to further himself from past’s most tragic occurrences. It is not her fault, & something inside him tempts to convince him so, only to be conquered by the wrath of betrayal, the reminder of his pain he’d kept so locked away ( yet, you wish not to recall the moments in which the one before you would witness your tears, dry your eyes, share your pain -- you toss it away, as you cannot cope with the loss that stares you now through emerald irises. ) 

Tip tap, the sound of bare feet in his memory; they approach him with a sort of excited curiosity. “It’s Laei!” they sing in beautiful melodies to your ears -- he is calm, a smile pulled at his cheeks as own excitement brings him from usual hiding place. 

Tip tap, the sound of her movements make their way toward him & he remembers her innocent voice, now worried, corrupted by the grudge he refuses to release. “It’s just me.” she assures him, yet something inside would reject her. 

Bow is hoisted into readied position, arrow formed of light & brilliance -- a weapon for the good of the world, threatened now against a life innocent, as the foolish man who wields it cannot tear himself from the hurt in the moments after her departure-- the moments in which he was truly alone. Bitter resentment is fused with the light movements between his fingers & only the scorn upon his expression would show that he is ready to release. 

[yumight-blog]

hello friends, i won’t be online for like... until the 11th!! i’m goin to a lil art/writing camp thing starting sunday evening, and i’ll be at a-kon all weekend so alsdfj in any case, imma try to get one reply out b4 i go, and you can catch me on skype @ erennjagerr while i’m gone, but don’t expect immediate replies (just tell me who you are!) and anyone can follow me on twitter @ princesscorriin which is where most of my activity is going to be,,

[forsakenohr-deactivated20171124]

:::: @yumight​.

   ❝ to my mind, it seems quite as obvious.       i grasp both              truths by intuition. ❞

[yumight-blog]

             “ I don’t see why it even matters. ”

[trxubadour-blog]

   “ It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Foleo, I’m honored to make your acquaintance. ”

Foleo placed his hand over his chest as he gave a small but polite bow. It was unseemly for a  prince to lower his head, but he would often do so when it came to greeting others. Bowing  was a sign of respect, and he was not ashamed nor afraid to do it.

[yumight-blog]

              “ No need to act so formal... If we’re working on the same team, 

                             I guessed I should stand to make some sort of effort. 

                         But don’t think we’ll be anything closer than acquaintances. ” 

A cold exterior stands as a barrier to hostility-- arms folded against the many layers of cloth that garb just beneath his chest, & he shows no signs of presence welcoming. No room is for another’s feelings, & he will waste no time on getting to know another beyond only cooperation as fellow comrades. Weighted grudge resides heavy on his heart, & the burden he bears has not been so entirely released. 

[gatekept-blog]

                                         ❛ & I NEVER LOSE ❜ 

                                                    ( indie manjoume jun ; written by stevie )                                                                                x

[yumight-blog]

@castitatli​

Vision meets that of childhood reminiscence & all he can fathom is betrayal. He is raised in Hoshido’s hurt, pain, suffering, Nohr never falling short of what blame had been cast. He resents them, all of them, & leaves no room for exceptions. In years spent younger, he was naive, blind to the evils of their country & all who associate themselves with it. Never would he forgive, never would he stand to even so much as trust anyone of their descent. As years carried through, as more pain had introduced itself to his life, all he’d known was Nohr’s evils. Coping came with no ease until fingers were pointed in a separate direction -- it was their fault. 

It was her fault. Ignorance had let her into his life, & now he pays the price of his mistake. He is faced with his past, never growing so far as to become his own mistakes. Instead, it’s them. Before him stands a friend, a bond formed from early years, a trust built on solid foundation -- yet he is blinded by animosity so much so that he does not recognize her. She is different, she has changed, but the sound of a voice so familiar has yet to greet his senses. Perhaps there is something about her, something that causes discomfort, yet he is still clouded to its truth, lost in his own destructive patterns. 

             “ Get back !  You’re treading on thin ice, standing before Hoshidan royalty ! ”

You think you’ve grown, but you no more than the stubborn child who deceives himself in thoughtless beliefs. 

[yumight-blog]

( lovingly punches u in the left kidney <3 )

lovingly.... ........ ............. gets punched...... i guess 

stevie this is not fair

[yumight-blog]

Gentle fingers thread through his hair, fixing stray hairs and pulling it back into its usual style as she sings to him, tucking a flower into it once she's finished. It's a tune from their childhood-- what was sung in childish soprano now grown into the matured softness it deserves.

Nostalgia seeps, a reminiscent melody, through spring’s light winds. Relaxation becomes of him, counter lashes connecting in the moment that takes him back to when peace existed within a heart corrupted by only time’s influence. There are trees that flow freely before him, each branch managing its own path, each leaf, individual & different from the another. A moment when a boy, so concerned with appearances, comparisons, pride, could forget the constant burden of approval’s longing & find contentedness within himself. 

While one has not been entirely permitted into a zone unauthorized by even its owner, her hands still find themselves entangled tenderly between somber strands of straying disorganization. A tune & tone that rids him of every day concerns, stresses; easy fingers tug painlessly at his hair & she is welcome here. 

She is welcome into where he is & what he thinks, but for now he sits in silence, unwilling to admit his gratitude for what serenity he’s been enveloped within. He speaks not of this gratitude, he speaks not of any thoughts, any sound, but of stillness. A sigh, bittersweet, misses that of whom he was, breathing the thoughts that cloud his mind and carrying them away in the drafts that slip strands from Laei’s touch. Perhaps these are the moments in which he’s always truly cherished, but these are the moments of which no one must find & no one will know. He is alone in another’s company, completely drawn from reality, sent to a place where ash burns beauty & he is no longer lonely.

Free your laden heart & decline life’s hardship. At least for now, you may rest. 

[yumight-blog]

will fuji YU be MIne

i’m l i ter ally dyin g he lp these are a mess

[yumight-blog]

Are you pretty cool and awesome? Yumight be. Amy pls love me

every time i read my url i read it in a voice like ‘YOU WONT’ and i laugh a little bit to myself

also ur corny :’^/

[yumight-blog]

@forsakenohr​

              “ I didn’t come here to speak with you. 

                      Have your business and do away with it. ”

He is cold, tone stinging as ice pressed hard against flesh, keeping solid as the water that is its truth is kept, masqueraded by such facade of hatred. His words are sharp, laced with mercilessness & he does not bother in the games of kindness, as if only to shield himself of its consequences.