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              guess who is back at it again with a new blog ???  Please like or reblog if you would be interested in interacting with Hikaru Ito who is a local asshole w/ a pissed off spirit in his body ( the spirit couldn’t get its dick wet & now its tilted ). Both anime & IRL fc are available  !!! 

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              guess who is back at it again with a new blog ???  Please like or reblog if you would be interested in interacting with Hikaru Ito who is a local asshole w/ a pissed off spirit in his body ( the spirit couldn’t get its dick wet & now its tilted ). Both anime & IRL fc are available  !!! 

prophesized by Atlas

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              guess who is back at it again with a new blog ???  Please like or reblog if you would be interested in interacting with Hikaru Ito who is a local asshole w/ a pissed off spirit in his body ( the spirit couldn’t get its dick wet & now its tilted ). Both anime & IRL fc are available  !!! 

prophesized by Atlas

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              guess who is back at it again with a new blog ???  Please like or reblog if you would be interested in interacting with Hikaru Ito who is a local asshole w/ a pissed off spirit in his body ( the spirit couldn’t get its dick wet & now its tilted ). Both anime & IRL fc are available  !!! 

prophesized by Atlas

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              guess who is back at it again with a new blog ???  Please like or reblog if you would be interested in interacting with Hikaru Ito who is a local asshole w/ a pissed off spirit in his body ( the spirit couldn’t get its dick wet & now its tilted ). Both anime & IRL fc are available  !!! 

prophesized by Atlas

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smallish PSA: I’m going to remake Yori when I come home from my trip. There are some things that I’ve wanted to do with his character for a while so I'm finally going to do them !!! So this blog is going to be archived & I’ll post the promo to the new blog when I’m done with it. 

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Hozier sentence meme

❛ Honey, please, try to love me. ❜

❛ I called your name ‘til the fever broke. ❜

❛ Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. ❜ 

❛ It looks ugly, but it’s clean. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. ❜

❛ But I want it, it’s a crime that she’s not around most of the time. ❜

❛ Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. ❜

❛ I prayed my mind be good to me. ❜

❛ With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ❜

❛ It’s bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. ❜

❛ So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. ❜

❛ Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral. ❜

❛ There’s an art to life’s distractions. ❜

❛ I raised a stone to end his pain. ❜

❛ When I was a child, I heard voices… Some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young. ❜

❛ We tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us.  ❜

❛ I turned and ran to save a life I didn’t have. ❜

❛ But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. ❜

❛ I wake at the first cringe of morning, and my heart’s already sinned. ❜

❛ Always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn’t spare the rod. Never for me. ❜

❛ I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. ❜

❛ Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, no more alone or myself could I be. ❜

❛ I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love, I’m not done yet. ❜

❛ No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. ❜

❛ I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. ❜

❛ All that I’ve been taught, and every word I’ve got, is foreign to me. ❜

❛ I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ You’ve done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all you’ve done I never changed my mind. ❜

❛ Honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside. ❜

❛ I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ The purest expression of grief. ❜

❛ Lord, it’d be great to find a place we could escape sometime. ❜

❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜

❛ I found something in the woods somewhere. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. ❜

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stzgesu replied to your post “hows ur portrayal? give yori happiness, let yori be happy. like truly...”

' These thought sessions often end in an existential crisis and add to Yori's feelings that his life really has no meaning ' sounds fake but ok :V

HE IS A HAPPY SOFT BOY 

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hows ur portrayal? give yori happiness, let yori be happy. like truly happy, core happy :V

he is happy with his life. He gets to solve puzzles  &  teaches kids. That’s all he wants in life. 

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//yo, yo, yo~ haaaaai! i'm itsu and i saw your meme thingy asking about how well is your portrayal. & you know what? i adoooooooore your portrayal. the time you put into making posts aesthetically pleasing and very beautifully written is just amazing. there are so many complexities to your muse, and you bring to life the depth of the character so well. it's very thought out and well-developed, and just sadiofjaspijfpasoidfj wow. kk, bye~ <3

ADSADSADS you are so sweet ??? Thank you so much, Itsu !!! I’m glad that you adore my portrayal  &  enjoy my formatting because I honestly spend a lot of time with my formatting ( a bit too much time ) my posts. I’m delighted that you enjoy my writing right now because I still hope to grow with my prose  &  diction so I hope to make my writing even prettier !!!

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// it's difficult to rate a portrayal of an oc considering they're entirely your own but in terms of sticking accurately to the information you've provided thus far I'd say you do great? I haven't followed for v long but that's my take so far :u would love to thread one day to better get to know Yori

I’m glad that you enjoy what you’ve seen so far  &  I’m really happy to hear that you think that I stick to the information that I provide because that is honestly one of the things that I strive to do for Yori. Thank you so much  &  I look forward to threading / interacting with you one day soon !!!

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GENDER

Yori was born DFAB with the name of Miyu ( 美 夕 ) which means beautiful evening. Throughout his early to late childhood, Yori did not speak up much about self-expression & mostly kept to himself about his feelings about gender & the identity that he was starting to shape for himself because he did not know how to explain his feelings or if they were valid to his parents. But Hiroki was the first to notice his child’s reluctant to speak up about certain topics when they would normally ramble about everything & anything. Worried about his child,Hiroki began to encourage Yori to talk about self-expression & what was going on in their head. Little by little Hiroki started to piece together the puzzle of what Yori was trying to explain & started to explain it to his son. Once Yori understood that his feelings were not just something he had made up & was something real he began to open up more & started to flourish. 

When Yori started to make the change from his assigned gender to the one that was him, he did not choose his own name. Instead, he had his parents name him once more. The name that Hiroki & Kimiko picked was Yori ( 頼 ) which means rely since the two parents have grown to rely on Yori since he was the only son to live. 

SEXUALITY

Yori is a sex-positive asexual in some sense of the term. This expression of his sexual orientation is less of an expression of his self & more of an expression of his body. While Yori does have sexual feelings & urges to a normal degree, he cannot have sexual intercourse due to the hip & spinal issues caused by EDMD.  

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My gender is like my will to live : nonexistent ( they/them )

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stompforward: ( UNTOUCHED BY ANGEL ) 

♘ ┇ ❝ I see… ❞ Her brows were pulled together slightly as her head tilted to the side. She didn’t  quite understand how their conversation took a philosophical turn, but she wanted to understand. Behind his eloquent words she could sense there was a DEEPER meaning beneath the surface. Pink lips parted once more to question the Caterpillar.

❝ It’s just, it seemed like there was something wrong, but I guess not? I’m sorry for being intrusive. ❞ She bowed her head slightly to accompany her apology. Perhaps he was right, nothing happened at all.

The sight of the confusion causes the heart to flutter as the veins rush with a pride that the tongue had never tasted before. The sweet ichor that he would claw at god’s skin for. How the ichor ran down his throat  &  filled his nerves with a numbing song. 

 ❝ Nothing happened. Nothing is going to happen.  Who knows ??? What do you think is going to happen ??? ❞

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gamespat: ( Holy knight ; slay the sinner & drink the ambroisa ) 

        For just a moment, harsh words pricked against her skin, sending tension into her shoulders that raised the hairs on her neck in a moment of white fire rage. Only silence followed his venomous accusation, the only evidence of response was the slight narrowing of her crystal hues cutting sharply in his direction. The detestable demon within had quickly reached out & forcefully guided the soul from the broken shell to the next life– ending it all then & there, his problems & hers. But chains restricted her from such heinous actions, left to simply let it happen ( oh dear, you are far from the first to curse my name ),                ❝ Your lungs function, allowing you to breathe do they not ? Your body takes in nutrients & emits waste, your brain consciously thinks, ❞ a checklist answer is finally given, quiet steps carried her to stand over the sinner seated at her alter, whispering false prayers for the gods to grant him fleeting liberation & a small glimpse of their heaven ( yet you should know hell is all that awaits you ),  ❝ therefore you are a living person– & that is where my job ends. ❞               It could have ended at that, her task completed for the day which allowed her small freedom to relieve herself of the harsh duties that of an angel was forced to shoulder– but she was no angel, not quite. A serpent’s smile crawled across porcelain features, hues glistening like shards of glasses ready to skewer through his very soul ( I did not labor myself to be discredited by the weak like you ),               ❝ You leave impressions, whether you believe it or not– perhaps for once you should stop being so ignorantly selfish & think about the consequences that your actions have on people besides yourself. ❞  murmured words laced with toxins passed over parted lips as she leaned forward, under her breath as if old friends sharing a secret, ❝ But between you & me, Yori�� if you are so eager to dance with Death, I suggest you make your move sooner rather than later– you may not consider yourself to be ‘ alive ’ but the rest of the world does & so do those hospital bills. ❞

❝ I don’t leave impressions. I am an impression. ❞

Aching roots tangle in the marrows of bones that pleaded for a second of life. How the sweet boy drunk on the prayers of a dying god that yearned for what was tucked inside of the veins. How foolish he had been. He had given  e v e r y t h i n g  for a few seconds of freedom that filled his lungs with a cold ocean that kept on crashing against the nerve. The cold walls of the tower of bound knowledge seemed like heaven compared to the neverending waves that pulled him down.

❝ Pity walks with my steps.  ❞

Bones crack with every movement that was made out of spite. The echoes of joints grinding against bone were the sound of his life. The sound made his mouth fill with festering fruits  &  every time he would part the putrid petals a golden ash would drip from his lips. Tender feeling of angles pressing their starving sins to his PURITY that would never be the same. ( you were never pure, you were born from a sin. )  Angels that were painted as patrons as purity were the death to the  b l e s s e d  boy. Let him bleed  &  then when the angles are drunk on the god’s ashes they will let you DIE. Freedom tasted on the tongue  &  how he quoped for the moment that he could be free. 

❝ You drink it  &  walk with an UNGREATFUL pride. Drain my veins  &  walk away with your faux tears.   ❞

Sweet nectar that was made from the silver skin laced with the pores of stars  &  gods ashes laced his skin  &  made the vitriolic venom that seeped into his body  & made the rot sing a sweet sonnet that spoke of a springtime that his corse would be the night soil for.  YOU PLAYED THEIR GAMES FOR NOW ; BUT YOU’LL DROP YOUR CROSS. There was no longer going to be blooming spring in his shards of humanity. He would no longer give anything to the god that had left him with ash in his mouth. 

❝ My impression will fade like petals that you press in your mother’s honor. ❞

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" When is 99 more than 100 ? "

❝ A microwave but numbers are a fucking lie so all the damn time. ❞