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@hemlockd

redhead energy!

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i spent a million years on this because i love him a lot...........🥺🥺🥺

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had a smart tech person explain to me that cloudflare is out and that is actually the root of the problem. moral of the story folks ask smart people don’t just read tweets like me

discord come on pal i thought we were friends

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so apparently this is part of a massive cyberattack happening rn. rip. we’re still good over here on the hellhole tho~ because of freaking course we are.

discord come on pal i thought we were friends

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discord come on pal i thought we were friends

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blueveines·:

                      “ how i am?  family?  that’s a pretty sick joke,  zu - zu. ”

                       she tensed as he came closer to her,  mind already working on overdrive.  no,  he couldn’t be here because he cared about her.  he had to have some ulterior motive.  was he here to kill her,  now that his position as fire lord was secure and nobody would come after him for it?  azula was well aware there were many that probably wanted her dead.  it would please the public to know she was gone,  right?

                         there was a part of her that was glad to see him.  a part of her that desperately wanted her big brother.  she wished that part would go away.

                          with no small amount of effort,  she managed to roll herself up from laying down into a sitting position.  she was ashamed that,  after a month sedentary and weakening,  even that little movement was difficult.

                          “ …  they’re afraid of me.  they know i’m a monster.  every time they feed me they look like they’re afraid i’m going to bite their hand off.  i made my bed,  i should lie in it. ”

“You don’t have to believe me about what I’m here for. I wanted to come see you for me, I doubt you really care about what I think.” With a sad laugh, he looked her in the eyes. “I guess that’s not either of our faults. Hell if I know, though.” It hurts, to see her like this. No matter how bad she’d hurt him, how years of being jealous of her had cut him deep, he still cared. She was his little sister, for god’s sake. He cared. “...He made you that way. And honestly? I was a monster too, for a long time. At least for three years. I was grasping at straws, and I didn’t listen to Uncle even though he was the only person who wanted to save me from drowning in my own anger and pain.” With an exhale that sounded the slightest bit shaky, he paused. “...Both of us were stuck in that. In anger and pain, for too damn long. And I hope that it can be over with now.”

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MY FATHER SAYS AZULA WAS BORN LUCKY,                                        AND THAT I WAS LUCKY TO BE BORN.

independent multimuse by lapis                                      independent multimuse by lena feat.  princess azula of atla                  ��                                        feat.  prince zuko of atla

                                                   img src:  darryl mcmillan

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blueveines·:

                                               @facetsofdaydreams·  ( azula,  for zuko )

                          it’s been just over a month.

                          the staff here is afraid of azula.  fear,  she always thought,  was an effective way of controlling people …  of getting what she wants and needs.  now,  though,  the people who fear her have control over her …  and it’s mostly resulted in her being restrained a majority of the time,  looking like little more than a shell of the strong and prestigious firebender,  crown princess to the fire nation,  she’d been so recently.

                            she’s been used to the loneliness since childhood.  but still.  it was nice having the option.  or being allowed to keep herself apparently composed.

                             azula knows,  vaguely,  that she’s been mistreated here.  that her needs aren’t really being met,  physical or emotional.  that whatever progress she’s made has mostly been in becoming too weak to be a threat anymore.  but she figures she’s lost the right to complain about that …  and nobody would care if she said anything either.

                              someone mentions to her that she has a visitor.  she’s on her back,  staring at the ceiling,  puffing out pathetic little wisps of fire that couldn’t hurt anyone if they tried.  when the door opens,  hazel eyes look over and she wrinkles her nose.

                              “ are you here to gloat? ”

“No. I’m not.” Without much fanfare, he entered, looking at the girl he had grown up with, seeing what she had become after being stripped of everything that had held her together for years. “I came because I wanted to see you, Azula. I wanted to see how you are.” He can’t say much else, the tension in the room was weighing down on the both of them. The air was as electric as the fire in her eyes and the fire spewing from her lips. He looked at her carefully, the observations alarming him as it became clear that she’d been treated like a prisoner rather than a patient. The thing that unsettled Zuko the most about seeing his sister like this was just how defeated she looked. “...I want us to be family, eventually. Not the parts he made us play, but real family. If that’s even possible.” His throat tightened, the crown on his head feeling heavier with the words. “I’m having everyone who works here replaced. You don’t deserve being treated like this.”

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what type of love do you attract..?

you attract... comfort. waking up to the sound of singing chickadees perched on your windowsill by your sleeping lover; giggling by their side as you watch the sky, laying on a picnic blanket with small sandwiches and juice boxes near you; slow dancing late at night to no music in the middle of your kitchen floor. you attract comfort. falling in love with you is like going home. it's like breathing in and basking in the familiarity of it all. those who search for you find that they are at their happiest when they finally find you. your beauty is a breath of fresh air, a painting that soothes, a melody that you recognize. your love is so gentle, so kind, so soft to the touch that it eases the hearts of everyone around you. people find themselves relieved even at the sight of your mere smile, and they don't even know why. you bring warmth to this world, my angel. keep shining.

tagged by: the lovely @musaeon tagging: @bondedfates for whomever you’d like, @bleachblondbeefcake, @lazyparallelworld for yugi and/or ryuuji, & @mediioxumate for whomever you’d like~! feel free to steal if you slipped my mind!

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shircganes:

Their eyes didn’t show any signs of weakness as they were sized up by the elegant daughter of the Kirijo Group, pressing their lips into a firm line as they watched her moves carefully. It felt like a game of chess; though, in this case, their life could potentially be on the line. That was a gamble that they weren’t willing to take so easily–not when their investigation had just begun.

However, Naoto will admit that her words made them feel a bit uneasy, along with the daunting echo of her heels. Every step she took, every word she said, it all felt as if their willingness to attempt to overpower her trickled to zero. Swallowing the small lump in their throat, they managed to push down their growing anxiety.

“While I admit that I underestimated your security, the way it was handled is rather suspicious, is it not?” … They did a body search. Not surprising, but it still caught them off guard, sadly enough. “Send a message… if you keep me here, people will eventually be sent to look for me.” Of course, they weren’t exactly confident in that statement. Given how far security had gone from just knocking on the door, who knows what could happen to a whole group?

When they feel the presence of the two guards leave, they’re surprised. Letting out a tiny gasp, they watch the guards leave, turning their head to watch them before looking at Mitsuru yet again. Though, instead of a blank expression, they were bewildered–no, better yet, astonished. Never would they have believed that a room in this mansion would go unguarded, but here they were.

“… Properly introduced? My room? Kirijo-san, do you really intend to hold me here until… who knows when?” They blink, too aware and disappointed about their wavering voice. Naoto wished that they could be calm right now, but it was simply impossible.

She smiled, the way her lips turned up at the corners of her mouth not managing to hide something darker in her eyes. She offered her hand, used to the typical handshake that formal occasions typically called for. It was a habit of hers to do so. Mitsuru was sure that they would notice it, the icy marble feel that her skin had to it, and maybe that would help make the shock a bit less intense. Shifting away from them with a series of small, graceful steps, she started down the hall. The door she was searching for wasn’t far. Twisting the knob, she opened it and stepped inside, expecting them to follow close behind her. The bedroom inside was furnished exquisitely, it was reminiscent of an antique, classy rococo style. Mitsuru took a seat on the bed, crossing her legs. “I do have an additional reason for you being kept prisoner. Just keeping you here for the sole reason of the security aspect doesn’t make enough sense to risk that. This reason is... far different than anything you might have been expecting, I’m afraid, Shirogane.” With a smile that looked almost sad, she looked straight at them, eyes fixated on them. “It revolves around the simple fact that I’m not human.”

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“ it does. “ he wishes it didn’t, but the truth looms over him anyways. he’s attached, a new and horrible feeling right on the surface of his skin that he can’t scrub away if he tried. attached to the point of feeling protective over someone, coming back time & time again to check up on whether they’ve been swallowed whole by the nine circles of hell and feeling relieved to find out that they weren’t. ren knows this, which gives him leverage– leverage that he’s either too kind or too stupid to use.

the question only solidifies the ugly expression on his face, twisting even further into a wry kind of smile. his ties to heaven feel more like restraints than anything else. he’s not quite sure why he’s still there– perhaps because he doesn’t have anything better to do. perhaps because he dreams of burning the whole place to the ground one day.

the very fact that they haven’t kicked him out yet is proof of how little angels actually value virtue. goro isn’t free from sin even by the loosest of definitions– he’s wrath on two legs and it shows, something white-hot and hateful burning just underneath his skin as he flashes his higher-ups a smile and does what he’s told. he hasn’t seen that type of rage anywhere else but inside of himself, not since he was born. not until he met ren.

“ i’d call you delusional. ” the demon almost looks bashful. how sweet. “ … maybe. maybe not. you’ll have to ask me if you really want to know. ”

The knowledge that he’d managed to get some kind of confirmation from the angel was enough for Ren. In just two words he’d been reassured again that this relationship, however odd and however futile it may seem, was at least a mutual arrangement.  How strange it was, to feel comforted and yet made anxious to a new degree by someone. A downward spiral, surely, considering that he was quite literally beneath someone from heaven. And still that path seemed to be one that neither of them regretted. With an electric smirk he gazed at Akechi. Dark eyes full of fire, he analyzed the other with a contagious sin; pride suited him best, after all. “Fine. Would you give up all of that fake righteousness, then? Would you fall from heaven if I asked you to? Struck down from the clouds just like me.”

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@mediioxumate inquired:  Do you write drabbles/headcanons for your character? Do you discuss them OOC, away from Tumblr? For Ren. // munday inquiries

I do both for most of my muses! I haven’t really gotten around to writing many drabbles for Ren yet, aside from the ones introducing the fallen angel and paranormal AUs. I have. I have a lot of headcanons. And I scream about them mostly to the lovely @hemlockd and @blueveines because they indulge me, or just throw them in the cinema labyrinth server that we’re all part of. 

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@fictionrevealed inquired:  ♥ ! // positivity meme from ages ago because i’m slow

nina i have been seriously slacking on here lately but i just want you to know that your writing is seriously amazing. like your style is so unique compared to everyone else on this hellsite and it shows. your headcanons? exquisite. your graphics? beautiful. you? amazing!

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@musaeon inquired:  ♥ for my url? // positivity meme from ages ago

miiru. miiru miiru miiru where do i begin. first of all i love your pleasant boy if i haven’t shown that through actions already. he is so done with our shit but smiles on through it and boy is it fantastic. secondly? your verses, specifically your new game+ verse? chef’s kiss. amazing and endless oppurtunities. someday when i’m finally caught up on here perhaps we can do some shenanigans with that~! to everyone on dash, follow miiru cowards

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Portrayal Meme for the Muns

Do you like how you portray your muse? 

Do you think you do your muse justice?

Do you portray your muse differently to the general fandom?

What aspects of your muse do you most want to explore?

Are you looking to write any particular relationships with your muse?

Is your muse canon-divergent? How? Why? 

Is there a controversy or fandom disagreement revolving around your muse that has changed how you portray them?

Do you use narrative text differently between muses, or does your writing stay the same style for everybody?

What thread types (e.g. angst, fluff) do you think portrays your character at their most genuine?

Are there any crossovers you’d be especially interested in writing?

Do you write drabbles/headcanons for your character? Do you discuss them OOC, away from Tumblr?

Do you think your muse would act differently if they had interacted with different characters in the past? 

Do you have any plans for the future of your muse? Would you like to see them grow a certain way?

Do you wish you had a better grasp on a certain aspect of your muse? 

If you could start your blog again with a clean slate, what would you do differently with your muse? Would you change any of their base principles?

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reblog this if you are a canon divergent portrayal out of pure fucking saltiness towards the canon

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verse: p5 paranormal investigators. ren is sent to live with sojiro sakura, a distant relative as a result of being arrested for arson. the fire that destroyed his family home though wasn’t started by him though, contrary to what everyone else thinks. it was a result of a ritual gone wrong. though the collateral damage of the stunt resulted in his probation and relocation, ren succeeded in the original goal: binding the demon arsene to him so that he could fight the spirits and the paranormal things threatening the world. makoto is the daughter of a medium and an exorcist. both were killed a decade ago when pursuing a particularly nasty demon that had managed to infiltrate and possess the upper echelon of tokyo. to protect her from both the pain and the danger that this knowledge, her older sister hid the truth about their parent’s professions, letting her believe that her father had been a private investigator and her mother a housewife. years later, the influence of the same influence that stole her parent’s lives began to eat away at sae, causing her to neglect her sister.