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still under heavy construction, but Anankos has been moved to a multi-muse!

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It’s not so bad, friend. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder. B))

deathless ♚· accepting!

       He is little else than a walking corpse – death’s lamentations sing in his veins, a siren call to his old bones that tempt him to join his FORMER FRIEND in the sweetness of the afterlife. It is only his rage and his contempt that keeps him alive, driven toward a single goal that eats away at him, an ALL-CONSUMING desire that burns away his thoughts until it is all that he has left —– and he clings tightly to that purpose. Death could not be as sweet as the ecstasy of the complete ANNIHILATION of humanity and he would not rest until they were eradicated from his kingdom or enslaved under his command. 

                       THEY WOULD SUFFER FOR WHAT THEY DID.

       ❛ Spare me your WISDOM – I cannot stand the noise. ❜

       There was nothing left but his ragged body and decaying mind – madness was not a gentle lover and it took from him everything he had. It gnawed at his memories until all that it left were blurry fragments of sun-bright days and vivid recollections of his pain and misery. It was a festering wound that refused to heal, a putrefied infection weeping with the amalgamation of all his trauma, eating away what was left of his sanity.

       Perhaps death was better than this, better than the pain. Humanity would find out soon enough.

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“holding grudges isn’t good for you” yeah well neither is people hurting me and getting away w/ it so here we are

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lands a punch on the moron's cheek! gross.

       It takes all of his strength to keep his anger in check, his hands curling and uncurling into fists at his sides. Had it been anyone else they would have suffered his wrath, but Grima could not be so easily dealt with -- not while he held the king’s very life in his hands. His lips curl over his teeth to reveal his canines, contempt seething from every pore in his body.

       ❛ Was that really necessary? ❜

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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman. (via wordsnquotes)

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grima: *sends me an ask* anankos: what are we

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i swear i ghostwrite this entire fucking twitter

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presses a kiss on papa's cheek!

       It was a simple enough gesture, but it was one that meant everything to him. From the moment Anankos had forced himself to leave the only family he had known his world had been robbed – emptied of the future he had wanted to build for Mikoto and Kamui – replaced only by “what if’s” and “could have been’s”. Even if it was only a moment, he caught a glimpse of the life they could have had together in a different world, if fate had been KINDER to them.

       A calloused thumb brushed along her cheek and he smiled —– a real genuine smile and the first one in what felt like a millennia.

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gimle:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

deathless ♚ sentence meme

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HOLY SMOKES BATMAN!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SENIOR CITIZEN YOU ♥♥♥

TIS I! YOUR LOCAL SALTY GRAN GRAN HERE TO SPOIL U ALL.  dgjhskfhakld thank you so much ❤

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tryin to blow our ears out & shit

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"Papa!" She reaches up with tiny grabby hands, a big smile on her face. "U~up!" ( have a baby 'mui c: )

       ❛ What do we have here? ❜ He grins down at his daughter and sets aside his work in favor of the sun incarnate before him. Since the moment he had awoke in the field just outside of Valla he could have never imagined being so wholly happy ----- he could never imagine or dream of the life he had been able to build from nothing. Mikoto had loved him without knowing anything about his past -- she had accepted him and what little he could offer her and she had given him a child; his girl, his darling daughter and the LIGHT OF HIS LIFE.

       ❛ Come here. ❜ Anankos scoops her up into his arms and plants a soft kiss to the top of her head. ❛ Love, you didn’t sneak away from your mother, did you? ❜ It wouldn’t have been the first time and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. Setting her on his lap, he reached for a clean sheet of paper, a brush, and some ink. ❛ Why don’t you help me with some work, then. ❜

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I go by many names. Mountain slayer, thunder lion, the chocolate axe but you can call me. Tiffany!

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LIONHEARTED.

       His mother’s lineage had remained a mystery for much of her life; A large portion of her very existence lost to history, or so she thought. Slowly but surely, threads unraveled to reveal a tangled past. Their fates were deeply intertwined with the very dragon deity they sought to defeat. This realization had only strengthened their resolve. Even so, bittersweet feelings like the tides wash over him, ebbing and flowing at his feet. Had his grandfather been in the dark up until this point?

       The previously acidic temperament dissipates; anger melting into spring as his features soften. Sharp eyes now display newfound tenderness. It would appear his grandfather was still capable of compassion. “ The end, ” he parrots sadly. It tugs at the young prince’s heartstrings to see the man literally and figuratively crumbling before him. He exhales through his nose to compose himself, straightening momentarily slack posture as he does so. “ It is too soon to part. We’ve hardly said ‘ hello ’. A king knows not to overstay his welcome, but… you’ve neglected to stay at all. ” He offers a gauntleted hand, outstretched to lend his assistance this time rather than cut him down.

       In another time perhaps -- in a different life or a different world where fate had not been so cruel to them -- they might have rebuilt what they had lost, but what remained now was unsalvageable. What little still lingered crumbled to dust and along with it the what if’s and could have been’s. Dwelling on those thoughts would only bring pain and he was so tired of the pain. His whole body burned with an archaic kind of ache that bloomed from his chest and spread to his limbs. The time he had spent alone had nearly taken everything from him, but if he dug deep enough he could find a small spark of light, the last little shard he wanted to give to his GRANDSON. There was nothing more he could offer.

        ❛ I don’t know how much longer I can hold on to this body, ❜ he states bluntly, though he accepted the outstretched hand. With what little strength he had left Anankos pulled himself to his feet with the boy’s assistance, darting his gaze away from him.  ❛ But I will remain as long as I can, if that is what you wish. I have little else to offer. ❜ If he could do one thing right by his grandson that would be enough. He would break every bone in his body if that was what he wanted. Gentleness makes way for a softened heart -- what little love and life there was left within him laid bare before the prince as if he had opened his chest cavity to offer his own beating heart.  ❛ I know... that I have no right to ask this of you but ----- your mother, is she... is she well? ❜

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For a moment, she almost looks serious when she reaches over and.... boops his nose. Boop.

       ❛ Mikoto? ❜ The way she regards him so seriously catches him off guard, concern sparking in his gaze and a question lingering on his tongue. Perhaps he had been expecting a conversation about the court’s disapproval of their relationship – it was hard to ignore the glances and whispers that he was met with; a stranger ( one who had no recollection of his past no less ) and a princess of Valla! – but he was not prepared when she simply pressed her fingertip to his nose. Confusion was the first thing to wash over him, then a wave of relief and finally AMUSEMENT. Anankos canted his crown of wild hair, leaning toward her so that their noses nearly touched. Mikoto was smiling now and he knew he would never get tired of seeing that smile.

       ❛ You’re teasing me. ❜ It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. A smirk slides across his lips and he backs her into the shadows of the palace, somewhere they would be hidden from prying eyes, his hands finding either side of her face and tipping her chin upward. ❛ You know what the punishment for that is, right? ❜ She’s giggling now and he finds it all but impossible to stop himself from bending down and DEVOURING her laughter. He shouldn’t be doing this is public – he shouldn’t touch her, shouldn’t look at her, let alone KISS HER – but he needs to familiarize himself with her taste and her scent. Everything. He wanted to remember all of it.

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characters that have sharp teeth and theres not really any explicable reason for it they’re just there:  👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍

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WHITE LOTUS.

STRANGE AS IT MAY BE to be so far away from civilization, she finds it even more peculiar that a man so vulnerable would be by himself. concern remains first & foremost to the NOHR PRINCESS whom instinctively finds herself wanting nothing more than to protect the male before her. SCARLET eyes never stray, staring intently at the weak form before her. gentle hands are still extended out despite him already ha- ving pulled away.

    “Please – there’s no need to thank me. It’d be cruel for any human being      to simply pass by without worrying. And you most certainly look like you      could use a little help .. if you don’t mind me saying. Are you out here on      your own?”

       A question born of genuine concern nearly had him on his knees once more. She was no longer an infant swaddled in her mother’s arms, or the babe he had known at her birth ----- she had grown into a fine young woman who radiated KINDNESS and WARMTH just as Mikoto had. It was hard to look at the princess and not see the late queen in her eyes or in the way she carried herself. His heart reeled in his chest and he placed his weight on a nearby tree for support.

       ❛ It’s only natural to wonder, I suppose. ❜ Who would be foolish enough to wander so deep into the wildlands in his state, after all.  ❛ If I am honest, there is no real reason for it other than the fact I would rather be ALONE. ❜ Anankos turned his gaze back toward his daughter -- could he call her that? -- but he would not meet her eyes as if he feared she would figure out who he was with once glance. The fear ran so deeply it rattled his bones and made the hair at the back of his neck stand on end.

       ❛ I cannot say I am completely on my own, but it seems that my companion is shy around strangers. ❜ And as if one cue there is a rustling in the trees above their heads and the sight of slate grey feathers can be seen flashing occasionally in and out of view.  When the dragon smiles again it is more genuine and tinged with FONDNESS, but gone just as quickly as it had appeared.

         ❛ If you would not mind... I don’t think I can make it back to my camp on my own. I would be grateful for your assistance. ❜