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✵ ･ ｡ ՙ @𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐈 ​ ֥   ｡ ･ ʃ  〈 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  ⋆  〉  ͓

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || He is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by many hands; most prominent ones being Lord Raiden and Huan Hei. A critical world may judge Satoshi Hasashi’s kintsugi lines of golden joinery, while missing the beauty of how he made himself whole again. Satoshi’s nightmarish visions plaguing his nights manifest themselves as a curse of vestigial truth, revealing his own entombment within Sub-Zero’s chilling deathly menace. His mother remained brutally impaled by the unforgiving chill of eternal winter’s stillness, while his barely beating heartbeats remained a white noise murmur as his inevitable death drew near. Cold pangs embedded upon his heart and lungs, despite a fevered quandary with kicks and bursts defiantly resisted as the defiant and resilient Hasashi trait exuded upon young Satoshi’s innocent, yet resolute eyes. 

Ever since he was lost in the throes of viciousness of the world, Satoshi had never been afraid of being lost. For his subconscious was meant to wander off from time to time, for the long-instilled fear of never quite finding himself often kept him all night, even amidst his strenuous trainings to continue Hanzo Hasashi’s abruptly severed legacy. HeiHei had been a healer amidst countless destroyers around him; dealing with any and everything life had thrown the young Hasashi. He had been the warm touch that comforts, despite often reminding him of the very gelid touch that rendered him immobile, exacerbating the pain deep within him. There still may be vulnerability lingering at the tip of his lips, and within the unfathomable chestnut eyes that exude melancholia. 

Satoshi feels an unsettling bout of despair and jarringly out of sync this evening, all while the resplendent sun shines and clouds pour rain outside his window simultaneously. Perhaps that was why your father had to meet his brutal, humiliating death. A whispered voice, taunting and nearly persuasive in its timbre, sneers in his heart and soul, as forced feelings build up inside him, threatening to spill through his lips. “I am done counting exit wounds; icicle holes that still serve as reminders of the Shirai Ryu massacre and extinction, and everyone leaves eventually. It is what I learned lesson after lesson (evolve or repeat), but as you know, I still haven’t quite made my peace with anguish.” 

The thing is, after trauma, the kind where Satoshi goes through is more than  flight and fight; there is freeze, because the first would have meant suicide, and the second might very well have left copious blood and his slaughtered corpse. He subconsciously chose the third, where those moments of his life would become a stretched eternity, as sanity tucks itself deep inside of him. Words about forever and staying and keeping parts of another and remember me’s, not forgetting will never hit him the same way again; he never wants to be remembered anymore. “The world would have been better if it gave me closure, saved me years of my trials and tribulations.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

Though  seemingly  UNFAZED,  those  features  delicately  desperately  attempt  to  conceal  all  the  worry  that  had  piled  up  within  his  being  for  all  the  years  he'd  had  to  stay  away  from  that  one  mortal  whose  existence  was  held  in  a  special  place  in  his  ROTTEN  HEART.  Impossible  to  point  whether  it  was  to  pass  the  vain  impression  of  SELF-RELIANCE  so  that  the  youngest  could  rely  on  as  had  been  done  long  ago,  or  simply  to  nourish  this  Dragon's  own  PRIDE  as  the  monster  that  this  hell  of  Earth  had  long  convinced  itself  to  be  for  the  sake  of  their  own  SURVIVAL  ━━━━━━━━━━━  perhaps  a  sick  combination  of  both.  Fortunately,  the  weight  of  such  a  provenance  shouldn't  need  to  fall  on  the  shoulders  of  that  young  soul  with  so  much  potential  to  become  something  GREATER,  to  reach  further  ━━━━━━━━━━━  a  brighter  place  this  creature  bound  to  DARKNESS  could  never  reach.

What  became  more  and  more  difficult  to  hide,  however,  was  the  COMPLICATED  expression  contained  in  that  gaze  with  no  reflection  now  being  forced  to  peek  at  the  other  from  a  LOWER  angle  while  still  trying  to  focus  on  the  task  at  hand,  giving  to  that  pale  face  even  more  captivating  traces,  even  if  accidentally.  Oh,  how  wickedly  CRUEL  time  could  be. . .  Slipping  through  the  fingers  burning  like  the  desert  sand,  but  with  the  swiftness  and  sharpness  of  the  coldest  winter  winds:  Running,  moving,  changing,  TAKING  AWAY. . .  How  many  more  of  springs  would  this  trickster  time  carry  away  without  him  being  able  to  enjoy  the  other's  company  now?  Thus,  every  word  uttered  seems  to  pierce  the  Black  Dragon  with  the  force  of  dozens  of  sharp  daggers,  knowing  he  that  so  MUCH  MORE  could  have  been  to  bring  some  comfort  to  the  youngest’  torments,  watching  silently  in  inaction  as  his  insides  trembled  and  turned  in  ANGER  and  SORROW.

❛❛ You  DON'T  need  to. . . ❜❜      Despite  the  undeniable  ache,  his  heart  seems  to  find  the  strength  to  squeeze  out,  between  a  brief  sigh,  a  few  words  in  the  mildest  possible  tone.      ❛❛ You  don't  have  to  keep  counting  your  wounds,  make  peace  with  the  past. . .  ANY  OF  THAT. ❜❜      Deep  obsidians  finally  rise  as  the  light  hands  seem  to  resign  for  a  moment  of  UNCOMFORTABLE  SILENCE,  this  light  pause  giving  him  some  time  to  think  about  the  words  to  be  spoken  with  a  rather  ATTENTIVE  intent.  An  audacious  impulse  propelled  a  free  hand  to  reach  for  the  other's  chin,  as  if  gently  forcing  him  to  face  him  directly.      ❛❛ Take  this  grief  and  use  it  to  FUEL  your  heart,  focus  on  what's  ahead  ━━━━━━━━━━━  bare  your  teeth  and  keep  on  FIGHTING,  no  matter  what. ❜❜      A  vehement  nod  reassures  his  words,  those  jewels  seeming  to  glister  under  the  dim  light  from  that  inconvenient  angle.  The  mere  image,  the  mere  thought  of  that  young  man  falling  victim  to  his  own  sadness  and  becoming  yet  another  EMPTY  SHELL  would  be  too  much  for  this  demon  to  bear.  Something  he  would  never  dare  to  allow  ( nor  admit  out  loud ),  even  if  it  cost  whatever  bit  of  HUMANITY  was  still  left  in  his  cursed  body.

Let  your  flame  BURN  within.

❛❛ You  have  made  THIS  FAR. . .  'Should  serve  as  enough  proof  of  your  ever  growing  STRENGTH. ❜❜      Eyes  drop  again,  perhaps  a  little  conscious  of  the  tender  FAMILIARITY  that  still  seem  to  remain  in  those  bright  mahogany  pupils  even  after  all  those  years.      ❛❛ Whether  things  change  or  not,  I  will  be  WATCHING  OVER  you. ❜❜      Interesting  choice  of  words  for  a  creature  who  knows  that  his  mere  presence  will  bring  more  inconvenience  to  the  other  than  could  possibly  be  EXPOSED.  Yet,  there  still  lingers  in  him  is  this  strange  instinct  of  PROTECTION  towards  what  was  once  a  FRAGILE  little  being  on  the  verge  of  death  in  his  arms,  now  bloomed  into  a  grown  man.

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yes i am full of love but also? insurmountable rage

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⋆ 𝐏𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 .·

“Pieces of a soul is much more valuable than the WHOLE THING, you should know. Some people have the leisure to do so, but it’s SO much work to shred them yourself, and I’m a busy woman.” In any case, she can tell from the way he speaks that he’s not ENTIRELY BROKEN. There’s fire there, beneath the surface - and it’s true. She IS trifling with him with the offer - but it is also true that she finds this whole situation - and in fact, this person - rather INTERESTING, and she can afford to SPLURGE a little. Sometimes, a bargain only has to amuse her. Around long finger she twirls a strand of dark hair, this direction, and then that, a pointed smile as she presses her lips together - “As for what I can offer - you’d be SURPRISED who owes me what in these realms.”  

Gods aren’t so different from humans and ghosts and demons - aren’t so PURE. Hardly anyone ascends or stays in heaven for long without a skeleton or two in the closet that needs to be disposed of - and she liked it that way. Her doors are open to all, and she has a finger in every pie, every scandal, every DIRTY LITTLE SECRET. She’s a professional - but it doesn’t stop her from knowing and being entertained. Leans forward, and extends her hand toward him. “I suppose it’ll do for NOW. I’m sure I can tempt you into something else later, hmmm?” Winks. “Shall we shake on it?”

It's  easy  to  put  on  a  FRONT,  to  feign  indifference  even  in  the  most  CRITICAL  of  situations.  After  all,  if  there's  one  thing  an  OUTCAST  creature  like  him  had  learned  while  forced  to  roam  this  hell  of  an  Earth  for  so  long,  it's  that  it's  not  about  what  you  actually  CAN  do,  but  instead  what  you  make  others  BELIEVE  you  are  capable  of  doing.  The  infamous  name  and  reputation  this  cursed  being  had  wrongly  and  unjustly  acquired  for  himself  had  some  advantages  ━━━━━━━━━━━━━  at  least,  among  the  MALICIOUS  CREATURES  of  this  realm.  Maybe  he  could  count  on  that  for  now  as  his  power  lay  more  in  physical  strength  than  magic,  which  must  certainly  be  this  woman's  strength,  something  that  couldn’t  simply  be  SLEPT  ON,  more  threatening  than  what  he  could  pose  with  his  current  cultivation  level.

❛❛ Maybe  I  can  imagine. . .  Even  if  I  don’t  RESORT  to  this  kind  of  currency. ❜❜      Speech  has  a  calm,  sharp  delivery,  like  a  cut  that  only  requires  precision.  To  a  relatively  simple  mind,  simpler  means  were  more  than  enough:  money,  food,  a  roof  over  his  head.  Maybe  his  standards  weren't  exactly  the  highest,  after  all.  Still,  it's  almost  impossible  for  him  to  conceal  a  bit  of  SUSPICION:  it  all  sounds  too  good  to  be  true  ━━━━━━━━━━━  even  for  HIM,  and  that  is  where  the  PROBLEM  usually  lies.      ❛❛ I  shall  be  at  your  DISPOSAL,  from  now  apparently. . . ❜❜      As  words  continue,  eyes  fall  on  that  hand,  body  static,  ever  so  slightly  inclined  in  obedience  still  before  the  obsidians  darted  back  to  that  delicate  face,  framed  by  a  narrowed  gaze:      ❛❛ Although  it  still  intrigues  me  what  kind  of  USE  you  could  have  for  ME. ❜❜

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people? caring for me? loving me? sticking around? sounds fake must be after something

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You are a infamous mage for inventing horrifying spell that make even sadists sick. Actually, you had your heart in the right place but every spell you make like the “Spell of Peeling” you made for cooking has other uses…

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me living my life: chaotic tired

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This world broke me without mercy then called me a monster for daring to get angry.

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⋆ 𝐏𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 .

“Is it? What kind of tedious people have YOU been surrounding yourself with, in that case?” Smile only DEEPENS curve of lips - she leans back now, the picture of comfort as she sinks into her gilded, cushioned chair, eyes curved like that of a pleased and lazy cat. “ - DON’T WORRY. It’s nothing so crass as selling your soul or your firstborn child or something so tasteless as that.“ She has no interest in those things - the terms of her contracts were generally much more interesting - but, well, it wouldn’t do to scare him off, now would it? “And anyway, I like you. SO - ” Taps lips with manicured finger, nail painted golden yellow like the light of the fading sun as she pretends to think -  “Consider it a job offer. You - ” Finger drifts away from finger, drawing a circle in the air, “Work for me for a time. I keep the rest of this…well, rather COLORFUL world off your back, while you’re here.” Another circle, counterclockwise this time. “I imagine it can’t be much fun to live like you are currently. I know what I want. Do you know what you want?”

❛❛ The  kind  that’d  never  speak  to  me  unless  something  to  their  ADVANTAGE  is  involved. ❜❜    Response  comes  almost  dryly,  matter-of-factly  indeed,  for  he  has  no  reason  to  LIE . . .  Nor  to  GLOSS  OVER  the  conjuncture  of  their  present  context:  She  has  as  many  reasons  to  aid  as  she  does  to  get  on  his  case  ( like  everybody  else,  apparently ).  Still,  being  in  the  GOOD  GRACES  of  someone  of  such  an  aura,  could  be  more  BENEFITING  than  just  blatantly  rude  and  turning  down  her  offers  for  no  reason.  Therefore,  despite  the  seemingly  stony  expression,  the  air  around  him  doesn’t  seem  all  quite  HOSTILE  -  if  anything,  maybe  just  BLASÉ  as  the  obsidians  with  no  reflection  momentarily  drift  away.

❛❛ I  quite  like . . .  That  you  ENTERTAIN  the  idea  I’d  have  a  soul  to  sell.  ‘Suppose  my  price  wouldn’t  MATCH  your  standards. ❜❜      Sharp  delivery  makes  impossible  to  tell  if  he’s  tonguing  the  truth  or  actually  JOKING,  those  jewels  returning  to  make  attention  to  each  move  made  by  the  other.  Head  slightly  leans  forward  as  in  a  small  reverence,  words  delivered  as  if  somewhat  thoughtfully  chosen:      ❛❛ I  hardly  believe  someone  LIKE  YOU  would  be  able  to  give  what  I  want.  ❜❜      Ascension?  Or  simply  PEACE  of  mind?  They  all  seem  too  unbelievable  at  this  rate.      ❛❛ So  I’d  be  satisfied  to  be  of  aid  if  it  means  GETTING  RID  of  all  those  pests  for  a  while,  would  that  be  enough? ❜❜

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— what’s better? to be born good or overcome your evil nature with great effort?

inktober 2/31

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More Jiu Ke

Are you sure this is not Hua Cheng

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⋆ 𝐏𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊· .

“…I think,” Black-eyed gaze LINGERS momentarily on his face - and then she leans forward, tilting head into dainty palm, painted lips parting lazily upon jade-smooth face - “You’re FUNNY.” As for ignorant and savage - who knows? WHO CARES? Refinement, one learns, after CENTURIES of living - grows rather tiresome. “And it’s been a very long time since I’ve been so thoroughly entertained.” Offers him a smile, bright and girlish and ANGELIC, though they both know she is anything but - “So this will all work out NICELY, don’t you think?” 

Pale  face  doesn’t  seem  to  show  the  SLIGHTEST  SIGN  of  change,  in  spite  of  the  sudden  approach,  an  attempt  perhaps  to  remain  INDIFFERENT  to  the  present  conjuncture.  Peach  blossom  eyes  frame  deep  pupils  with  no  reflection  so  intently  fixed  on  their  interlocutor  as  they  resign  to  just  narrow  at  each  word  pronounced.      ❛❛ You  don't  say . . . ❜❜      Words  seem  as  calm  as  the  INEXORABLE  countenance,  although  it  still  retains  some  hint  of  AMIABILITY,  after  all  he  was  not  in  position  to  simply  FORCE  any  boundaries.      ❛❛ This  is  the  FIRST  time  I've  heard  anything  like  that. ❜❜      Which  is  still  somewhat  TRUE.    ❛❛ Maybe  ━━━━━━━━━━━━  That  will  surely  DEPEND  on  what  you  have  in  mind. ❜❜

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- Why did you become a demon? - What’s wrong with that? At least I live honestly. You’re must be tired of it, too. Aren’t you, shixiong? Your heavenly path and your common people. Give them up. Choose to become a demon with me. Live life as you want to. Isn’t that fine?

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LAY — LIT MV (2020) #1

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Enter Sandman-Metallica

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INSIDE LLEWYN DAVIS 2013 | dir. Ethan Coen, Joel Coen

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ah yes my favourite trope

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⋆ 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐆．

fenghong sighs, his lips curled into a good natured smile. canting his head slightly, he looks on at the dragon, speaking absolute nonsense as if it was fact. “well now,” he begins, tone matter of fact, “i think by now i know more about your intentions.” a simple statement that is undoubtedly fact (in the phoenix’s mind). “i might not know it completely,” he admits, validating heihei’s argument, but with triumph, he continues to announce, “but i know that there’s nothing vile about them!” fenghong smiles, radiant as always, positive that the person in front of him (who makes his heart flutter in ways no one has before) means no harm to him and those around him. 

eyes open wider, excited to now see the item that has been hidden behind the other’s back. it has been a long conversation (not that he ever kept track of time when they talk – he enjoys this time immensely), but he has finally gotten his way. like a child in a candy shop, he looks on excitedly as heihei’s elegant, graceful fingers unravel to reveal… a little pendant. his expression wavers slightly, but not because he did not like this gift, rather there’s a weight that appeared on his chest, something inexplicable like the emotions he has felt towards heihei for some time now. 

gently, he reaches for the pendant, picking it up in his hands, lifting it up against the light. to an observer, the simple pendant might seem meaningless, but the phoenix knows its anything but. woven carefully with hair, imbued with a spell of protection – it’s a heartfelt gift most would reserve for the people they care about. their life is in the gift, and it’s being used to protect someone else. fenghong lets out a deep breath, voice calm, only so the choked emotions behind it will not rush out, “this isn’t nothing.” 

fingers close around the gift, and he holds it tight. “thank you, heihei,” he says, standing there looking at him, for the first time today not knowing what he should do next. but rash, not one to think for too long about his next action, he takes a step forward, arms opened wide so he can wrap them around heihei and pull him into a tender hug. 

“i really like it.”

He  even  thought  of  contradict,  maybe  letting  out  yet  another  one  more  of  his  sharp  and  quick  remarks.  How  could  FengHong  be  so  sure?  He  shouldn't  put  so  much  trust  in  anyone,  whoever  it  was,  so  easily  ━━━━━━━━━━━  for  his  own  good.  However,  the  anticipation  for  the  Phoenix's  reaction  to  receiving  what  he  had  asked  so  much  for  seems  to  have  completely  occupied  the  Dragon's  thoughts  at  that  moment.  The  silence  stretched  in  the  air,  allowing  Huan  Hei  to  hear  clearly  the  echo  of  his  heartbeat  accelerating,  pounding  inside  his  chest,  while  the  dark  irises  like  the  deepest  and  most  restless  ocean  rush  to  find  the  other's,  searching  for  the  slightest  of  changes  in  his  expression.

A  mixture  of  relief  and  defeat  strikes  him  in  the  mere  seconds  to  come.  And  as  to  why  is  quite  difficult  for  him  to  grasp.  Seeing  that  FengHong  didn't  make  as  much  of  a  fuss  as  he  thought  he  would  should  be  enough,  right?  But,  intimately,  it  also  felt  as  if  that  was  exactly  the  same  reason  why  his  stomach  seems  to  twist  and  his  breathing  gets  faster  and  faster  with  every  passing  second  that  FengHong  doesn't  say  a  single  word.  The  Dragon  seems  to  choke  on  his  own  breath,  words  refuse  to  come  out,  while  he  tries  to  find  an  easy  way  out  of  the  uneasiness  of  that  moment.

Meek  words  at  last  put  an  end  to  that  uncomfortable  silence,  snapping  Huan  Hei  back  to  reality.  And  each  one  of  them,  each  little  pause  between  them,  cause  the  air  to  get  heavier,  making  every  breath  harder.  It  was  already  difficult  enough  to  arrange  thoughts  in  words  or  actions  with  the  unfold  of  events,  but  surely  his  mind  couldn’t  predict  what  would  happen  next:  within  seconds,  Dragons  finds  himself  caught  in  the  warmth  of  the  other’s  strong  arms.  Stunned  silent,  his  body  seems  to  melt  in  the  tenderness  of  that  embrace.  Its  doesn’t  seem  right  ━━━━━━━━━━━  but  why  does  it  feel  so  good?  Why  did  you  stop  obeying  now,  damn  body?  If  this  continues,  he  will  definitely  notice  that  you  started  shaking!

The  hug  wasn’t  exactly  reciprocated,  rather  passively  accepted  ( especially  when  still  processing  what  just  happened ).  But  after  a  few  seconds  of  astonishment,  his  mind  is  able  to  recompose  itself  enough  to  summon  some  strength  and  raises  one  arm,  the  true  wish  being  to  return  the  gesture,  to  show  he  isn’t  the  cold  creature  everyone  made  him  out  to  be,  but  the  only  answer  managed  is  to  tap  the  other  lightly  on  the  shoulder.    ❛❛ Good,  at  least  I  didn't  waste  my  time. ❜❜    He  says  amidst  an  awkward  laugh  forced  out  his  lips.  Fortunately,  his  face  is  out  of  sight  of  the  other,  or  this  moment  could  be  even  more  disastrous.    ❛❛ Glad  you  liked  it,  you  can  do  whatever  you  want  with  it,  really  ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  and  you  can  let  me  go  now. ❜❜