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Aya baby , I'd die for you

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*slowly removes my heart-shaped sunglasses* i beg your fucking pardon

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soon as she unblocks me the wedding is back on

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when people ask me for directions i’m sorry. i’m not that kind of girl

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we’re tied together, our bond.

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crestazul​:

before she can protest,    before teal hues can flicker up from where they have been trained on the sea, his arms close in.  the blond crashes into her as waves do the shore and they embrace for mere seconds before he is lost to that yellow haze, a shower of daisies in the spring.  she’s used to it, now.  it no longer comes as a surprise when suddenly there is a  baby bunny  wiggling in her arms.  still, she will laugh in awe every time,    “  momiji !  ”    lithe fingers scratch at the tufts of fluff behind floppy ears, a smile like sunshine spread across freckled cheeks, and one arm scoops beneath the little rabbit.  she lifts him from her lap, held up so that their eyes may meet.  laughter, again, rings like chimes in the wind,    “  we  have  the  whole  day  to enjoy the beach  —  no  need  to  hop  ahead  of  ourselves,  don��t  you  think?  ” 

HE  CAN  SMELL  THE  SALT  DANCING  WITH  THE  AIR! how  wonderful,  he just  can’t  wait  to  dive  into  the  vast  sea  with  annie! she’s  so  good  at  swimming, maybe  she  can  tug  him  along  his  floatie  so  he’ll  go  fast!

he  folds  his  ears  back  as  she  offers  him  a  scratch, black  beady  eyes  cast  adoringly up  at  his  friend.  

“  hop  to  it,  hehe!  if  there’s one  thing  I’m  good  at,  it’s  hopping to  it!  ”  he  adjusts himself  between  her  hands  so  his  front  paws  are  propped  up  on  her  arms  and  his  legs  hang  down.  “  what  kind  of  ice  cream  do  you  like,  annie? I  want  to  get  us  some  from  the  stand  on  the  boardwalk!  ”

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starter for @crestazul !

“  ANNIE!  ”  sandaled  feet  punch  the  sand  as  he  rushes to  his  friend and  throws  his  arms  around her  recklessly.  the  people  out  and  about  on  the  beach  with  them  are  far  enough away  that  they  won’t  notice! in  a  sudden poof  he  is  much  smaller and  squirms  between her  hands,  kicking his  little  feet  wildly.  “ lets  get  ice cream  annie  and  then  we’ll  go  swimming! lass  uns  gehen! ”  there’s  so much  to  do  at  the  beach  and  he  cannot and  will  not  contain  his  excitement!  

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so untrue worstie i hope you die

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Furuba マブダチ Trio  🐍🐲🐶

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wiggly bunny boy

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MAYBE  THIS  CAN BE  ENOUGH,  to  be  free  simply in  each  other’s embrace.  it  isn’t  what  she  deserves,  but  if  the  bonds  that  chain  them  to  their  god  cannot be  severed,  then  let  them  live  in  secret,  love  in  secret.  he  knows  the  anguish,  inky  black  and  hungry that  swallows  her  past,  and  she  can  have  a  life  free of  it  through  him  if  through nothing  else.  he recalls  all  to  vividly  witnessing the  brokenness  of  the  home  from  which  she  came,  her  vile  parents  vomiting  their  hatred  in  her  most  vulnerable  moment, and  the  seething vitriol  that  bubbled up  inside  him.  and  from  then  he  knew  it  as  he  does  now—  isuzu  deserves so  much  better  than  what  life  has  given  her.  he  will  be  her  home.  

‘I’d  do  anything  for  you’  he  wants  to  say,  but  instead he  finds  himself lost  in  her  eyes,  in  the  pale  curves  of  her  body.  instead  he  lets  his  body  speak  for  him  and  reaches out  to  cup  her  chin,  then  presses his  mouth  to  hers.  he  closes  his  eyes  and  indulges  in  her  warmth, spare  hand  running instinctively  through  the  black  mane  cascading  down  her  back.  he  loves  her  more  than  the  air  he  breathes.  she  is  his  heart.  

@soahma’s hatsuharu said to rin:   ‘  you deserve to be free from it. ‘

in the night,    she used to dream of life beneath a blue sky, the green of tall grasses a blur that tickled her skin as footfall carried her far from here.  this was never so much a dream as it was just another nightmare.  only children born into  broken homes  run from them in their sleep.  only children who do not realize their homes are broken stick around until they shatter.  and she has always been good at running, at escaping, at pounding the pavement until her legs collapse and it is her cheek that makes love to the cement instead.  some might argue that she is even better at it now that shards of glass pierce her feet with each step.  free as the wind  —  isn’t that what they say of the horse spirit?  well, isuzu has  never  been free.  she never will be.  but something about being with haru feels close to it.  as though her arm is just long enough to reach past the bars of the cage, to feel the fresh air that she has so long been denied.  the day is lighter when he’s around.  brighter, too.  he makes her world so much softer, he takes away the pain that is nestled so deep inside her bones. “  i  am,  ”    dark eyes lift, no longer obscured by the black mane that hangs from her head and falls over pallid skin like curtains before a window,    “  when  i’m  with  you.  ”    it is the truth as much as it is a deflection, a desperate attempt to drown out the screams of a mother still ringing in her ears day in  &  day out.  she shifts in the bed, lithe hands grabbing at the sheets that pool around her ankles, tugging them up close to her chest as she settles back against his own.  and a sigh escapes, heavy with so many words she cannot speak,    “  so,  let’s  not  think  of  it   …  and  let  me  be  free  a  little  while  longer.  ”

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Bonus:

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A TRUE ICON!

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@juunishi​ said: ‘ what do you want with me? ‘ ( for aya, from yuki !)

“  WHY, MY  DEAR  BROTHER!  whatever  do  you  mean?  is  our  fraternal  bond  not  strong enough  to  guide  you  to  the  answer? ”  he  flips  long  white  ribbons  of  hair  from  his  shoulder with  a  hearty laugh.  he  then  swoops  in  like  a  snake  strike and  grasps  both  of  yuki’s hands  before  he  might  have  the  chance to  pull  them  away.  “ oh,  what  small, delicate  hands  you  have,  yuki.  clearly  unburdened from  years  of labor,  like  mine  have  suffered in  the  shop!  but  dear yuki,  i  simply want  to  spend  the  day  with  you!  ”  he squeezes  his  brother’s hands  earnestly,  a  wide,  brilliant smile  tucked  into  his  cheeks, yellow  hues  sparkling with  anticipation.  it  isn’t  that  he  does  not  expect a  possible  refusal from  yuki,  and  it  would  be  well  deserved,  but after  the  distress their  mother  caused him,  ayame  thought a  day  together would  be  a  pleasant  way  to  take  his  mind  off  it.  yes,  he spent  years  trampling a  precious  thing, he  will  treasure any  chance  he  gets  to  cherish  yuki.  

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NETFLIX’S  ‘ RATCHED ‘  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘   i’ll stay in tonight, thanks.   ‘

‘   it’s been raining pretty hard.  ‘

‘   i think i’m coming down with something. ‘

‘   my car broke down up the road and it’s getting cold out.  ‘

‘   i hate to ask but i wonder if i could use your phone?   ‘

‘   you’re welcome to that, if you’re hungry. ‘

‘   i’m a sinner.   ‘

‘   it seems like a rather personal question, doesn’t it?   ‘

‘   you’re not some sort of journalist, are you?   ‘

‘   you should bathe more often, your fingernails are filthy.   ‘

‘   you’re not a vulture, are you?   ‘

‘   i didn’t ask what your name was.  ‘

‘   i have come quite a long way.  ‘

‘   if you don’t mind, i’d prefer to wait here.  ‘

‘   i truly do not mind waiting, i have nowhere else to be.  ‘

‘   do you believe the human mind can be cured?  ‘

‘   but i hope you believe me when i tell, it is all i want in the world.  ‘

‘   life can be quite unpredictable. ‘

‘   do you think you could do me a favor? ‘

‘   i’d sell my soul for a date with him/her/them. ‘

‘   i’d let him/her/them sink his/her/their teeth in me and suck me dry as if he/she/they really were Count Dracula.   ‘

‘   a smile like that could melt ice.  ‘

‘   look, i don’t know what you think you saw.  ‘

‘   don’t you ever lay a hand on me!!  ‘

‘   i think someone gave him/her/them they wrong medicine.  ‘

‘   please, don’t put your hand on me like that. ‘

‘   all i remember is a… a feeling.   ‘

‘   right now, there’s something difficult i have to tell you.  ‘

‘   you deserve to be free from it. ‘

‘   do you take me for an idiot? ‘

‘   is that you?  ‘

‘   i found you. i finally found you.  ‘

‘   i don’t wanna die.  ‘

‘   what do you want with me?   ‘

‘   if he’s allowed to live, he will kill again.  ‘

‘   what? what are you gonna do about it?  ‘

‘   i’m just thinking of all the things i’m going to do about it. ‘

‘   i’m going to get you out of here. ’

‘   i know exactly who you are.  ‘

‘   my work is very stressful.  ‘

‘   so how about you let me show you around? ‘

‘   it’s like making love to the ocean. ‘

‘   i’m sorry, i think the fact that it’s still alive as you eat it—-.  ‘

‘   a person can be burdened by certain impulses and drives. ‘

‘   but then aren’t we playing god? ‘

‘   aren’t we saying that one feeling is right and another feeling is wrong?  ‘

‘   well, there are rights and there are wrongs.  ‘

‘   oh… it’s just a little whole in the wall. ‘

‘   no. why did you bring me here? ‘

‘   i thought you were one of us. ‘

‘   i don’t even know what that means.  ‘

‘   and what would have given you that impression?  ‘

‘   i’m sorry if i….. made an assumption.  ‘

‘   it seemed quite clear to me what was going on between us. ‘

‘   i understand if that’s not something you’re ready to face yet.  ‘

‘   i’m just here to get to know you. ‘

‘   the windows got a migraine and it’s giving me one too.  ‘

‘   that’s why i got to talk to the dentist.  ‘

‘   and who do you think is changing your thoughts right now?  ‘

‘   they’re somewhat too prototypical, actually. ‘  

‘   i believe that the human mind can crack.  ‘

‘   you’re not fooling me.  ‘

‘   i can help you but you have to help me. ‘

‘   i need to know about the moment of rage.  ‘

‘   i don’t want to be in this room anymore.  ‘

‘   i think someones trying to come in through the window.  ‘

‘   think about what i said.  ‘

‘   is there something i can help you with? ‘

‘   that…. monster…. needs to be punished.  ‘

‘   i know just the place. ‘

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A  SMILE  CURLS  SNAKELIKE ALONG  HER  LIPS,  a  slice  of  red  against  pale,  sun  starved features.  she  reaches out  and  slides cold,  lithe  fingers against  her  subject’s cheek. 

“  that’s  a  good  girl.  ”  the zodiac  members  are  lovingly  bound  to  her  whims. a  word  of  praise  from  god  is  water  against a  parched  tongue, sunlight  breaking through  the  winter. how  kind  is god  to  provide her  with  such  encouragement,  but  akito  is  a  loving  god. “  I  know  it  was  a  hard lesson,  but  I  only  want  what’s  best  for  you,  rin.  maybe  this  way  it  will  stick  in  your  thick  head,  haha!  ”

rin  should’ve  known  better.  it  is  a  consequence  of  her  own  stupidity  that  she  incited akito’s  fury,  and she  deserved  it  of  course. she  knows  she  did.  that  doesn’t  mean  god  does  not  love  her  still, but  she  must  learn  that  there  is  nothing  more  sacred  than  akito.

she  leans  close  and  draws  rin  into  a  loose  hug,  thin  arms  draping around  her  neck.  she  presses a  whisper  against the  ugly  lengths of  black  hair.

“  don’t  ever  disappoint me  again.  ”

@soahma, akito + rin

nothing has been the same since the fall.    a world once washed in color has faded back to grey.  well, she shouldn’t be so surprised.  girls like her aren’t meant to be happy.  if anything, it is a  miracle  it lasted as long as it did.    “  it’s  over,  ”    she says, and there is no need to say what.  her wide gaze is cast to the floor, half obscured by the dark mane the family head hates so much, and it takes all of her strength not to collapse where she stands.  beneath her shirt is a bandage still seeped in blood.  she’ll wear the scar of her remorse forever.    “  you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  him  anymore,  alright?  ”    yes, it is over.  she’s sure of it.  isuzu did what she does best  —  she ruined it, smashed it to pieces so that it can never be whole again.  and haru must  hate her  for the way she treated him in the hospital.  good.  let him.  he deserves to be happy.  just not with her.    “  i  started  it  because  i  was  stupid  &  bored  …  but  i  ended  it.  it’s  over.  ”