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I feel like I’m being fucking watched now, thanks.

Next up, we’ve got this fuckin’ nerd over here at @aeviga

They’re super sweet, funny and just a touch sassy. They’re also incredibly talented at crafting J.R.R Tolkien or George R.R. Martin levels of detail about something that most would deem insignificant and making it feel important. Which is really cool to me.

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It does me no good; violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested.

Louise Glück, from Averno; “October” (via goshinboku)

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Just a friendly reminder that you guys can also find another magical girl at @swansouled which is me !! I’ve been wanting to make this blog for a year and Princess Tutu is very special to me so without giving anything away if you like girls/ducks who are literally too good for this world you can follow me there, I’m setting up,  I’ll welcome all Conductors, Kings and Witches, you name it .

By the way!  I’m on chapter Six of Stella Glow. I sure love pain.  

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Actually I wanna kinda fall into Octo.path Traveler hell a bit more so - !! I might be doing that for most of the night unless a pal wants to write a thing since I owe longer things and I do apologize for that also later during my free time tomorrow evening I’ll be out of town taking one of my big classes unless it is cancelled so I won’t be online unless that occurs !! That aside I hope you all have a really good night and rest of your weekend. 

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‘ did it really happen if i can’t remember it ? ’ ‘ but you kept trying , didn’t you ? ’ ‘ how can someone be too young to be in love ? ’ ‘ i will never forgive you ’ ‘ you have been the star of each and every one of my nightmares ’ ‘ i’m sorry if i wasn’t the child you had in mind ’ ‘ i only ever wanted to make you proud ’ ‘ silence has always been my loudest scream ’ ‘ i used to think i was broken ’ ‘ i’ve always felt like a stranger in my skin ’ ‘ i still wonder who i would have been ’ ‘ i didn’t realize i could be my own knight ’ ‘ i’m not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed ’ ‘ some names will always be cursed ’ ‘ i have so much love to give , but no one ever wants it ’ ‘ in all my dreams i could find myself picking my teeth out of the carpet ’ ‘ i’m sick to death of everyone telling me how strong i am ’ ‘ death is one of the senses ’ ‘ children are not meant to die before their parents ’ ‘ fate is a fucking lie ’ ‘ everyone i love leaves ’ ‘ i’m terrified down to my very roots that there are parts of myself that can never be filled ’ ‘ fuck the idea that there is such a thing as destiny ’ ‘ the pain did not make me a better person ’ ‘ i burned the bridges to all the things i could not repair ’ ‘ i would thank you , but we both know you don’t deserve it ’ ‘ i bet you regret making an enemy out of me ’ ‘ you can hate me forever if that’s what you really want ’ ‘ hurting others is a choice ’ ‘ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me ’ ‘ please believe me when i say revenge was never my intention ’ ‘ i am strong enough for anything ’ ‘ i am so glad we were born during the same lifetime ’ ‘ i may not believe in fate , but i believe in you ’ ‘ i am allowed to live my life ’ ‘ do not waste a minute mourning me ’ ‘ maybe you should start treating people better for a change ’ ‘ it is a fucking tragedy when the world does not stop for you when you give it every last drop of your blood ’ ‘ your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are ’ ‘ you have to keep moving forward ’ ‘ don’t allow the world to take your kindness ’ ‘ you owe no one your forgiveness ’ ‘ love is never a weakness ’

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The Final Decision We All Must Take- Shiro Sagisu

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I can never go back to those days,

  TIME is powerful, SAD and powerful, but I’ll keep proceeding forward and ‘RESTART’ … 

                                             … So I don’t lose anything again.

                                             independent hilda of stella glow.

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“Yes. It is the witch’s life, climbing the primordial climb, a dream within a dream, then sitting here holding a basket of fire.”

— Anne Sexton, “The Witch’s Life”

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Hello again, One Piece fandom! Yoko here with a not-so new One Piece Original Character blog! I am multiship and crossover friendly as well. Please give a like and/or reblog if you are interested in interacting! I will check you out and give a follow! Many thanks for your time!

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A small white haired girl clearly seemed lost and afraid, given the fact that she was crying loudly. She had wandered around the area a little before giving up and sitting on the ground. Perhaps if she waited there long enough, someone would find her.. (HAVE A SMOL DAUGHTER)

She’d been playing with Ana, her hands, gently cradling her against her white sun-dress when the little one appeared. The ancient Witch quirked a brow in surprise and measures of concern that were only spiked by now inbred maternal instinct. Not that her motherly affection for Dorothy was any less, much less Dante to a degree - but she couldn’t help but feel an alarm resounded at seeing such a plight. The sounds were an unwelcome song on her ears as she set her little girl down, her innocent golden eyes peering over worriedly towards the sobbing girl with hair much like her mother’s. 

“Such irresponsibility…..who would leave you weeping here alone?” Hilda bent down and tentatively offered her hand; wondering if even the children of the present were told the stories of the evil Witch who could stop armies themselves. When that didn’t happen, she relaxed; and decided whether or not she knew, that it was a responsibility of a mother to do something - a foreign, warm, feeling that had become so natural since the familial bliss she’d found by blood with her little family in Lambert. 

The girl shook so deeply that she did not approach Hilda, and despite a small part of her still wondering if children still feared her more than respected her, it still did not matter. The Great Witch gently closed the distance and reached with the sleeve of her lilac sweater to dab at her eyes. “Hush now….it’s alright. Let’s get you somewhere nice and safe until we can find your parents, alright? Even Ana is worried about you, isn’t that right, Ana?” Placing the one year old into her arm, she used the other to tug on the child’s hand.

“Let’s go to my home for a bit, alright? I’ll make you something warm and sweet and let’s dry those tears, hmm? I think you’d look much better with a smile.” Beneath the sunlight her hair shone as bright as a star, and she canted her head.

“Why look at that, you have hair just like fallen snow. Do you mind sharing the color with me for a while? I’d love to have a twin for a bit. Now what’s your name, little one?”

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365 days of music | day sixty-eight

Sleeping Sun | Nightwish

The sun is sleeping quietly Once upon a century Wistful oceans calm and red Ardent caresses laid to rest

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Quick doodle.  Good game overall!  It’s a shame there won’t ever be a sequel…

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* drabble checklist

send a word for a drabble! feel free to specify which muse does what.

catch: your muse discovers mine doing something they shouldn’t

note: my muse leaves a note for yours

bed: your muse tucks mine in

console: my muse comforts yours

embrace: my muse hugs yours

rocky: your muse finds mine bruised and bloody

jacket: your muse bundles mine up before they go outside

dial: my muse calls yours

heart: my muse says i love you

why: my muse shows how much they care, without words!

hush: your muse calms mine down (from lashing out, crying, etc.)

pain: your muse looks after mine when they have a headache

clock: my muse is late (home, work, etc.)

soup: your muse cares for my ill muse  

shield: my muse shields yours with their body

laugh: my muse laughs at a joke, funny story, etc.

cape: my muse saves yours

scar: your muse touches one of mine’s scars

guilt: my muse apologizes

fright night: my muse has a nightmare

diner: our muses eat at a 24 hour diner

half: our muses share something (snack, blanket, etc.)

book: our muses read a story 

twinkle: our muses go stargazing

fight club: our muses argue

popcorn: our muses watch a movie

song: our muses listen to music

roam: our muses get lost

classy: our muses go to a formal event 

candy: a fluffy moment 

thunder: an angry moment

boo: a spooky moment

whoopee: a celebratory moment

onion: a sad moment

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    His heart hurt to see that look on her face, no matter how brief. He had only gotten to know her so soon after the Eclipse, but it didn’t make her expression hurt any less. Her words just have him shaking his head.

    “Of course I did. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” Alto could only smile gently at her. Really, it would be awful if he didn’t. This was important to her… While Alto only shared the same memories as Elcrest, Xeno was important to both him and Hilda. The three shared a bond of camaraderie especially among the other witches of the past. While Alto didn’t understand, he still understood in his own way. They were important memories; precious ones Alto was sure he didn’t want Hilda to forget. He also didn’t want her to shoulder that grief alone. She had done enough of being alone for a thousand years.

      Even though Alto only knew him as Commander Klaus, he wanted to honor his memory too. For the Commander he so dearly respected and looked up to, despite his betrayal. Still, her teasing leaves him scratching at his cheek with a sheepish smile. 

      “You make it sound like you’re taking advantage of me or something…” He wanted to be kind to her; to show her that kindness she sorely was given for a thousand years of hardship. Kindness was a rarity and rightfully so considering all the things she had done. If Alto was a different person, he might have still hated her for what she did… but that hatred and anger had subsided long ago.

      While the Harbingers were like her family, no one could deny that, it didn’t mean she was without scorn. It would take a long time for Lambert–for Regnant–to heal from the scars she had inflicted on them, but Alto promised to see through that with her.

      At the same time, Hilda held a lot of underlying pain within her. It wasn’t like Alto could come in and sweep away that heartache as much as he wished he could. All he could do was try to smooth her hard edges and try to share her burdens. Either way, he’s getting off track. It’s honestly kind of amusing when she brings out her tea bag out. Hilda definitely was prepared for anything; it’s admirable.

      “I think I should be the one who’s glad you’re sharing with me. Just getting a chance to drink your tea is good enough for me. I’m really looking forward to it!” Either way, he’ll definitely take her on her hospitality. Considering he only was allowed a sneak peak or two of the Witches’ tea parties, Hilda sure had perfected brewing tea down to a science. He openly took the door offered towards him, though he paused briefly in the door frame to turn to her.

      “But… don’t feel bad if you wanna leave too, okay?” Being out in public as the Witch of Destruction never came without someone making a comment or hurling an insult her way. Alto wanted her to be comfortable; especially in a place like this riddled with memories of her lost friend. If she really was going to open her heart, he would rather it be if she were comfortable with it. On that note, it would be bad if they kept standing out here merely gawking. Alto finally made his way inside.

        The cafe itself wasn’t very large, but still Alto could see why Klaus ( or was that Mr. X? Same difference ) might have chosen it. Fortunately the place seemed to mimic the streets with its number of patrons. There were maybe only a few couples sitting around each other, so at least it wasn’t completely empty. Once Hilda entered after him, he glanced back towards her before moving towards one of the many tables near the middle of the dining area. 

        It was close enough to the window that they could peer out if they wanted and considering the weather, it’d be a shame if they didn’t let some sunlight in. Not that Alto didn’t feel warm enough with Hilda by his side.

“A friend, hm? You’re as forthright as ever - but the statement isn’t one-sided.” She mused the words over in her head, wondering how long it had been since anyone had called her such. It had taken her some time to connect  that Alto had indeed built himself as a completely different person. The person she once held feelings for she would not find in his eyes, and truthfully, Hilda no longer felt a need to seek him. Alto’s existence was uniquely his, a special, soft, glowing, existence that burned brightly in its own way, doing in its own way - defending in its own way. Doing its utmost - and Hilda wondered if that light knew it was enough. 

Such a light that gave to others needed to be properly tended to - and perhaps she felt an urge as he did for her, to look after him. To make sure that light did not harm itself in the consistent need to ease the aches and pains of many - even Hilda’s own agony. She had forgotten there was still a sun inside her too, one that had ached for the coming of day after Hilda had drowned it in shadow. 

Ironically, but not surprisingly, people weren’t crowding her so much - if anything they were too frightened of her; for the majority. Like a wolf had entered the peaceful sheep pen of Lambert. They weren’t entirely wrong - Hilda was a vast being, despite being just as they were - a person. Her sins would not go away overnight, and perhaps not even in her lifetime. 

She did question how long such a life would go. Hilda wondered just how much more of her innermost thoughts would present itself to the Conductor at some point . . ? She’d witnessed the power of being one, and it was no small burden - perhaps in her own way she could help him shoulder it. But her pain she often felt unworthy of him acknowledging.

Despite the backed up crowds, she nods solemnly, face set in a pretty little frown. “Yes, I understand. I’d rather not cause too much of a commotion...I’d rather not cause a scene for you Alto.” More than she already had. “Still, you needn’t worry so much about me. It’s touching but, crowds have done far worse.” Trying to ease her frowning mien into a smile, she adjusted herself to the bright sunlight that matched her eyes. 

Hilda would not have Alto shoulder all her presence alone. While he did not do it out of obligation, she always had a strong sense of responsibility, eons worth, and felt that it was best she provide the hot mugs of water. Approaching the counter in line, she ignored how the people distanced themselves as much as possible within the rows of people, until her turn was up.  The familiar face of the shop-keep that held a smile for the Witches she’d reluctantly accompany when they came, often provided a smile directed at them - she was given none. 

It was nothing she wasn’t prepared for or had not seen. Little phased Hilda as they stuttered on their words, the short woman quietly murmuring for two cups of hot water that came far faster than normal alongside their saucers and sugars. She left her change and did not bat a single golden eye when the hand quickly retracted in fear until she had left the counter. 

Regardless, Alto was greeted with a quiet murmur of boots on the wooden floor and a rare, gentle smile that heralded the black-clad Witch’s presence. She offered him the first cup.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Do you mind green tea? Careful with your hands, it’s hot. I notice you can be a bit clumsy when you’re distracted, sometimes. So rest it on the saucer until it cools, alright? It’s known that unless you’re drinking your tea to rest it there until you sip it again. I think only Sakuya knew that when we had a tea party.” Despite her words, Hilda’s voice was patient and ...oddly gentle.

She held up her small satchel, purple and made from a soft fabric, but obviously frayed and worn by time, and two spoons almost magically contrived from her cloak. 

“Here you are. Now let me brew some for you. Feel free to ask me questions. It is a bit of a story, after all. I’d be surprised if you didn’t when I begin.”