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No one touch me.

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i think someone should give teru a hug after the recent chapters .

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im actually crying someone give me drawing ideas... angst or fluff idgaf,....

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permanent plotting call , leave a ♡  and i will reach out . or alternatively , comment something and i will write you a little something something something .

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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women,"

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How bad is the damage if it got both of them reacting like this!!!

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permanent plotting call , leave a ♡  and i will reach out . or alternatively , comment something and i will write you a little something something something .

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New JSHK art ✨️

Looking forward to the new episodes of ASHK

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in "Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends,"

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what if i wrote here again

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i get so caught up in protecting the people i love that i forget to protect myself.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐈𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄  ,    takes shape after the hilt of a sword neatly tucked in - between calloused fingers or after the the taste of blood upon the tongue  .   it is quiet whispers  ,    of praises how well he has done in his training and how well he is going to do for his first solo mission  .    teru has been taught the way of the sword from birth  ,    schooled by his father to follow in his footsteps    ━━        to rid this world of those dissipated by mania’s curse  .    young as he was  ,    wonderment did not strike him when a man the color of nightmares stood in front of him with an offer he could not refuse  :    his services  ,    in exchange for his sibling's safety  .    𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  ,    and so little good to take  ?    he had no qualms about selling his skills        (        his soul        )        to the devil  .        teru would bear this burden  ,     so his family did not have to  .    the role itself was easy to settle into  ;    the training bore great semblances to his upbringings  ,    the stygian hollowness of detachment . . . a comforting acquaintance of all ages  .    the difficulties lay in the man  ,    the gentle arch of his lips and the timbre he could not call anything but warm—    𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧  .  

the shift is splintering  .    and oh  ,    it aches so    ━━       the dissonance  ,    the polar opposites alike a distorted mirror image he just cannot seem to reconcile   .    perhaps it was foolish  ,    to live with expectations whilst man - made horrors slumber in every interstice        (        i was just a kid—    that is not true  ,    is it now  ?        )        .    the rhythm of a heart beat aligns with the dark foreboding  ,    and licks his lips i hopes to ameliorate the titillate electricity in his veins  .    he cringes  ,    inwardly—      𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞  ,    this open display of apprehension  .    teru wipes his face clean of any lingering sentiments  ,    as he was taught  ,    an impression alike the polished surface of crystalline glass  . instead , he says :         ❛❛        i understand  ;    i shall carry out my duties  ,    until i have reached my final destination  .    will you  .  .  .    keep my brother and sister safe in my absence  ?       ❜❜      an air of reluctance interlaces with his inquiry  ,    feeling as if he were treading a thin line line spun across the abyss in his vocalness  .    ❛❛        what is it you request of me  ?       ❜❜

HYRAETHS' ( @hyraeths ) TERU MINAMOTO HAS ADDRESSED THE SELF-APPOINTED DEMIURGE : what are you suggesting ? | QUESTIONS PROMPTS. ACCEPTING !

In the nature, it has long been observed: when the young of a species are prepared, they must leave the parental nest lest their evolution be halted, arrested in its development. It is, perhaps, depending on particular sensitivities, a harsh act to commit. For how could one nurture a young one for so long, only to cast them amidst the harsh cruelties of this world, a storm neverlasting threatening to swallow them? The truth reigns above personal sensitivity: the storm that is reality swirls mercilessly, it devours and destroys indiscriminately. Children raised in Shadows ought to become familiar with the sting of the Light.

"I understand it may be somewhat difficult," Father Death offers in a tone that nearly resembles parental warmth, "None do ever easily relinquish the comfort of home." In his grasp, there is a mask resembling his own, though it is yet to find its rightful owner. Parma, thus, turns to face the boy, the corners of his lips tugged upwards in what can nearly be a gentle smile. Oh, they grow up so quickly, do they not?

The newly acquired mask is within the grasp of both hands as he walks closer towards the boy. "In the world, you must learn to dance with the line between light and shade," he muses aloud. The smile upon his features widens as he begins to gently fix the mask on Teru's face, gaze attentively following own gloved hands in the process. "It is why they must never see you, never know you, never hear you." This time, any semblance of fatherly warmth there has been begins to evaporate, traded for the sternness of a teacher:

"There will come an hour, sooner or later, when you will be required to make your judgements for yourself, even if they appear treacherous in their manner of being. Even if they seemingly go against me and all the teachings I have offered you. I will want you to make them with a clear mind, devoid of naive notions of sentimentality."

The world shall not be gentle to him, the world is gentle to none, in the end. In the light, each of the agents of the Host shall decide and weight their own life and death for themselves. None other can stand to make this judgement for them! Some children learn the aforementioned lesson early enough to understand and perceive the magnitude, the importance of their understanding on this. Their very survival relies on this. Some others, unfortunately, require the sort of learning that can only be written in ichor. Once the mask is in place, Parma places a hand on the youth's shoulder. "You will soon be assigned your first mission," self-appointed Demiurge proudly declares, "I know you will make me proud and you will do right by our Holy Cause."

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 ?

verdigris

you will do everything and anything to not think about the past days. how many you're trying to forget, it doesn't matter, but you will do anything, everything, all the things you can in order to not have to focus on the fact that you made a mistake. the world is full of life and vibrancy, and you don't want to be that dark spot in it that you believe yourself to be. so you fight it with everything you've got, pushing away people in fear of them making you darker, fighting those who oppress you without questioning their motives. fearful. regretful. uncertain. you dance to a tune only you hear in this world, and you know it's going to kill you one day. you hope it's soon.

tagged by : @gemkun (thanks love)

tagging : steal it from me

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄  ,    and teru swallows in vain  .    it is pathetic  ,    for an exorcist of his calibre to struggle as he does    ━━        he would have felt the shame        (        no  ,    it is guilt  ,    is it not  ?    the safety of others is in his hands and he miscalculated         )        more deeply had the corporal pain not been tugging at the edge’s of his sanity  .    the adrenaline fuels his every move  ,    𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤  .    teru stops abruptly  ,    then  ,    gestures to fall quiet  .       ❛❛        there are multiple supernaturals up ahead  .    you should go around , whilst i lure them away  .       ❜❜         

every shift, every movement, it makes it more difficult to breathe. sit up, push to feet. there's a stumble as body tilts, heavy and lethargic from blood loss ( how he is still able to be conscious is a question for later ). the grip on his bicep has him wincing, gaze glazing over from the pain as it rattles through his body. it takes a moment for words to register before he lifts his head to stare in the direction of the steps. ' ...i can. ' though barely. but they needed to move, needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. there was no time to wait. ' let's go. '

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  ,    vertebrae by vertebrae  .    it is particularly cruel  ,    for the tendons to tear with deliberate lethargy and the bones to snap in clean - cut fragments  .    teru would choose it        (        over and over  ,    again        )        ,    could he have forfeited this hollowness in the wake of betrayal  .    the heir to the minamoto clan  ,    he was raised to be entirely self - reliant  ;    unforgivingly so  ,    the principles innate to humanity were stripped from him  .    how the vice - president elbowed his way into the crevices of his discipline  ,    remains a mystery he had never dared to shed light upon  . he has learned that trust is always misplaced ; even roses can be thorned .     ❛❛        𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮  ,        ❜❜        teru relays  ,    and his voice echos with a nonchalance in jarring contrast to the thin - skinned morphemes  .    the hurt , hidden behind a perfected mask , and the eyes are cold    ━━        the aquamarine of the irises void of their boyish ebullience  .    this is the man who has been forced to forsaken boyhood for clout  .    

❛❛        now  ,    you must know i am here as an exorcist—    to appraise whether you pose a threat to the living  .    whether to treat you as supernatural or human  .        ❜❜        his digits fold into the blouse  ,    white - knuckled  ,    a storm of ire writhing beneath skin  .     for a split second the inkling to sheath his sword in - between his ribcage passes the revue—    one heartbeat  ,    𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 .    there is an attachment  ,    the vile  ,    heart - breaking sort he does not wear well  .    and perhaps glimpses of it showed  ,     in the way the teru topples aoi over  , leaning in for convenience before locking their lips into a kiss and possibly ruining it all  .

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