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             𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 ….

it is said that the goddess etro will OPEN THE GATE to welcome the souls of the departed. when that happens it is said a bright light shall shine from the LAND OF THE DEAD. any who witnessed that light is rumored to receive GREAT POWER, or at least that is how the LEGEND is suppose to go…

but no matter the power … if it is the COST OF SOMEONE’S LIFE …                                                               it would give me nightmares…

INDIE + PRIVATE STELLA NOX FLEURET  from final fantasy versus xiii. ( FF13 lore heavily incorporated / greek mythology inspired / kingdom hearts + verum rex verses ) forever beloved and cherished most by : AILLI. formerly known as : stellaux.

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i  am  FINALLY  after  one  month  of  being  lazy  ,  moving  blogs.  it  is  the  same  URL  but  lemme  know  if  you  want  to  keep  the  same  dynamic  so  i  have  something  to  do  there  <3  @asterites​

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i  am  FINALLY  after  one  month  of  being  lazy  ,  moving  blogs.  it  is  the  same  URL  but  lemme  know  if  you  want  to  keep  the  same  dynamic  so  i  have  something  to  do  there  <3  @asterites​

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i  am  going  to  start  moving  things  over  to  a  new  shiny  blog  ,  lemme  know  if  you’d  be  interested  in  keeping  our  dynamics  /  threads  so  i  can  find  them  in  the  clutter  and  save  them.

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*finds freedom in a state of constant dreaminess. sinks inside that very dreaminess*

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Dear INFJ, for someone so humanitarian you sure break a lot of hearts.

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INFJ: *walks into therapy* “welp, my stupid moral compass is at it again.”

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To be human we need to experience the end of the world. We need to lose the world, to lose a world, and to discover that there is more than one world and that the world isn’t what we think it is.

Hélène Cixous, from Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing. (via xshayarsha)

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once  she  burns  the  world ,   she  will  rule  it  because  eat  dirt  noctis

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“ in the wrong light anyone can look like darkness. ”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  ‘ war of the foxes ‘  sentence starters. 

with revered wisdom that the stars have shone upon him, could it be true ? could he actually be light & has been for all of this time as the gods bask in their self-righteous glory from the periphery of the heavens, shrouded by the darkness of their hubris ? when light consumes itself to become even brighter, it is a wondrous & yet blinding sight. it obscures purpose and desires for placing oneself in the situation in which they will find the fruit that they seek in the end. the light becomes selfish and flawed, wanting things that simply can not be unless it falls to illusions. and that is the darkness in which light can provide, suppressing the certainty of true self. the mind thus begins to believe in an idolised version of oneself, and a hurtful seed is sown.

she holds the world in her grasp and the stars on her body. she is many things. she is self-ordained mother & resting place. delos is a sanctum of her divine creation, but her company is a familiar world in which can linger within under assurance that a light is here in a negated realm. in that regard, what is he ? it is the question that slowly attaches itself to the concept of living for him. he is fearful to exchange such developed thoughts as this with anyone. they would be deemed too harrowing. against the laws of the anarchy above. atypical of such an existence.

contradiction & duality is a beautiful thing about him. he is the chiaroscuro of elysium, the quiet union of light and darkness. it is not thought that a darkness could beget a light so gentle and cast away. much more so than all of the light that the twelve possess, to whom the earth offer their whispered prayers. ichor acts only in the boastful interests of itself under the guise of pleaded aid. 

‘ but, does that mean that your light could one day be perceived as darkness ? you shine so beautifully in the dark… do you not carry the fear in which you could be taken by it some day ? ‘ 

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@asterites​ asked:  “I will pay for my sins with my life.” | prompted.

      – dearly beloved, crowned by light & stardust twinkling with everflowing life. she was garbed in pure white ( holy bride & harbinger of destruction, she was beauty & chaos in the same breath) her eyes were steeled, ready to cross the line ( at this moment, the matters of love & blood were in the way… ) if cold, resigned & regal was the queen’s expression, then the princess’s was that of despair. the lone lily in the midst of the dazzling chaos ( it was quiet but seeing her elder sister’s raw power left her frightened beyond belief ). but then, those words came to her: a hushed whisper.

("I will pay for my sins with my life.”) 

“stop this… you’re not sinful, you’re good… you’re my sister. just please, come with me & we can make the world a better place without destruction. p-please… don’t throw your life away! i can’t live without you!”

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‘ you have been the star of each and every one of my nightmares ’

poetry / @asterites

Her voice sounds empty like a clock without a metronome ticking at its wake. It’s cogs broken and twisted until it is left hallow and cold like the beam of violets engrave against her gaze. He remembers her differently, like a midsummer’s dream. A girl running on the field of flowers her hand on his, leading him astray, and he would have followed her everywhere. The girl lives within his dreams, but her vessel has grown unrecognizable. How cruel etro must have been to unite these two together, only to have them torn apart with a blade on each hand. He is the heir to nothing, the prince overthrown like a beggar on the streets. And while he declines, she ascends within the ranks of the empire that has clipped her wings, singing nothing but the virtuous oath towards the  forgotten god of gold. (CALL ME NOCT / I’LL CALL YOU THAT NEXT TIME), does she still remember their second meeting before destiny mercilessly claimed them? Tongue tied and vengeance enthralled, he stands firm. He has no reason to strike her for his enemy was the fools that cowers behind her. 

❛So long as we remain branded by fate, our path shall always cross.❜ The demon prince speaks and he accepts the prophecy foretold by the old. However, arrogance fueled his blood yet he finds himself unable to meet her judgement glaring orbs. Call him a demon, he has built his legacy around the blood of treachery and deceit, yet why does he cower before the starry eyed maiden? Shame is only but a word, but he feels it wrapped around his neck. He hates how this feels, how it makes him feel like a beast to be lassoed by her leash of divine constellation. (HE IS HER NIGHTMARE / BUT DOES SHE KNOW SHE WAS HIS DREAM?) This is the confession that burns within him and it makes him sick, ❛ So tell me, how do you intend to get rid of your nightmare?❜

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The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Mood

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there is always a darkness within beauty, as with poisonous butterflies.

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YOU  GUYS  DON’T  UNDERSTAND  THE  POWER  OF  DANCING  CLASS  STELLAA

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WHAT’S YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE PERCENTAGE?

You Are 36% Ravenclaw, 30% Slytherin, 26% Gryffindor, and 8% Hufflepuff!

You are a Ravenclaw through and through, but your ruthless ambition means you may also fit well in Slytherin. Knowledge is incredibly important to you, and you love nothing more than learning new things, but your love of learning is undeniably motivated by your determination for success. Unlike some of your fellow Ravenclaws, you often avoid any task that requires teamwork, preferring to work alone. Your slight compatibility with Gryffindor house hints at an underlying desire for adventure that may manifest itself in a love of travel or trying new things.

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Bravely Default ~ That Person’s Name is (Asterisk Boss Theme)