#crossbearer

[yasoldat-archive]

“   ⸺   i   don’t   know   why   they   asked   you   to   take   my   case, but   if   you’re   smart,   you   won’t.   ”      the   last   few   months   were   nothing   but   a   blur   to   you.   hell,   the   last   few   decades.   some   days, it   seemed   like   you   couldn’t   even tell   the   difference   between   up   ﹠   down.   (   𝙷𝙾𝚆   𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆   𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼   𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶   ?   𝙳𝙸𝙳   𝚈𝙾𝚄   ?   𝙳𝙸𝙳   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈   ?   )   after   spending   several   years   hiding   away   in   a   remote   part   of   serbia,   looking   for   answers,   looking   for   life,   for   anything   that   might   help   you   remember   who   you   are   ⸺   who   you   used   to   be   .   .   .   the   realization   that   there   was   nowhere   left   to   run   led   you   here.   back   to   the   united   states,   back   home.   if   you   could   even   call   it   that   anymore.   everybody   wanted   answers.   everybody   wanted   the   truth,   ﹠   sure,   you’d   managed   to   collect   scraps   of   it.   but   you’d   never   felt   more   in   the   dark.   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐇𝐀𝐃   𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓   𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄   𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.  

chained   to   a   table   in   a   room   that   was   more   heavily   guarded   than   the   adx   florence   penitentiary,   you   stare   at   your   own   reflection   in   the   one   -   way   mirror.   it   was   always   so   easy   to   tell,   sometimes   you   swore   you   could   see   the   judgemental   glares   from   behind   the   glass   pane.   darkened   blues   dart   back   to   the   man   sitting   across   from   you.   there   was   no   judgement   in   his   eyes   that   you   could   see   behind   those   lenses.   there   was   nothing.   a   tell   -   tale   thousand   mile   stare.   something   about   it   felt   .   .   .   safe   wasn’t   the   right   word.   but   something   like   that.   the   distinct   lack   of   disgust   or   fear   was   refreshing.      “   everything   you   think   i   did,   i   did   it.   all   of   it.   they   ain’t   gonna   let   that   slide   easy.   ”

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 . . . @crossbearings.

[asterisque]

@crossbear

Another new town, another rush to stock up before going back on the road, but! Vash found something rather interesting: they were selling lollipops here!

He needed to tell Wolfwood about it, like, right away, quickly turning around to face him, a finger already pointing to the stall he was in front of.

"Hey, look, Wolfwoof- Ouch!" In his haste to call the other, he bit his tongue and- Damn, it hurt! Tears were already gathering in his eyes as he stuck said tongue out, whining.

[heuretourne-moved]

listen if you wanna start a matt and will thread i’m so game (forgive me i have no thoughts just screaming at the thought of them interacting in some way, shape, or form)

You literally live with me, did you think you WEREN'T gonna get a Matt and Will thread... he's lawyering up, hoe!

[avataroftheswarm]

Starter for @crossbear

"You must have really managed to piss Legato off for him to make you such a target. What did you do, insult his hair? Steal his book? Call Knives names in his vicinity?"

The child shaped swarm kicked their legs idly, careful to be out of easy range. He might still be mad about the whole steamer incident after all and they could only lose so many Worms before the swarm would collapse.

Having to go get a new one together to inhabit would be a pain.

[ashyy-slashyy]

hi :3

What in lords name did thee just gabble about me, thine miniscule bitch? I’ll have thee know I bested the most prestigious jousting class in the whole of Camelot, and I hath been involved in numerous secret marches on behalf of his Majesty, King Arthur, and I hath over 300 confirmed victories on horseback. I am trained in castle of Guerrilla warfare and I am indeed the highest ranking joustee in the entire land of Great Britannia. Thee are nothing to me but another false crossbearer. I will joust thine shambles with precision the likes of which hath never been observed in the King’s lands, mark my lords words! Thou think thou can escape retribution by shouting that hogwash at me from afar? I implore thee to think again, peasant. As we converse I am contacting my secretive network of knights across the realm and thine footsteps are being traced right now, so thou best prepare thineself for the storm, pig-maggot! The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing thou call your armour. Thou art a dead man. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill thou in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare lance. Not only am I extensively trained in mounted combat, but I hath access to the entire arsenal of the Kings Royal Army, and I shall use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable derriere off the face of the realm, thou miniscule feaces. If only thou could have foreseen what unholy retribution your little “clever” ask was about to bring down upon thee, maybe thou would have held thee tongue. But thou couldn’t, thou didn’t, and now thee art paying the price, you goddamned fool. I shall shit fury all over thou britches and thee will drown in it. Thou art dead, child.

[sameraboujudom]

St Theophan the Recluse; reflection on the Third Sunday of Great Lent:

“It is impossible to follow the Lord as a crossbearer without a cross, and everyone who follows Him, unfailingly goes with a cross. What is this cross? It is all sorts of inconveniences, burdens and sorrows - weighing heavily both internally and externally - along the path of conscientious fulfilment of the commandments of the Lord, in a life according to the spirit of His instructions and demands. Such a cross is so much a part of a Christian that wherever there is a Christian, there is this cross, and where there is no such cross, there is no Christian. Abundant privileges and a life of pleasure do not suit a true Christian. His task is to cleanse and reform himself. He is like a sick person, who needs cauterization, or amputation; how can this be without pain? He wants to tear himself away from the captivity of a strong enemy; but how can this be without struggle and wounds? He must walk counter to all practices surrounding him; but how can he sustain this without inconvenience and constraint?

Rejoice as you feel the cross upon yourself, for it is a sign that you are following the Lord on the path of salvation which leads to heaven. Endure a bit. The end is just around the corner, as well as the crowns

[the27percent]

Get to Know the Mun!

———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME:Kyrian. [do answer to other names. but if you know you know]

Pronouns:they/xe/void

Zodiac sign:

sag sun/aqua moon. enjoy. maybe.

Taken or single: eh. would talk about this with specific individuals more than anyone in general.

THREE  FACTS! ♡

My grandpa was part of a singing group who has a song that would likely be known by northern soul and more "obscure" souls appreciators. (maybe not that obscure but.. still cool)

I spend a lot of time doing weird poetry about my reactions to life overall.

Used to do a little bit of cosplay. Nothing too fancy, but I've enjoyed dressing as characters from shows .. or dressing as weird concepts because that's the kind of person I am.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: Varying kinds of nonbinary characters. expressing genderlessness in different ways is cool to me.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): I'm not terribly finicky about this. I mean there are people whose face I don't want to see at all. But I will simply just not engage with those faces when I see them as fc.

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡  

FLUFF: I enjoy fluff although it's weird.. Idk. Fluff is a weird word for the kind of threads I like because it's not necessarily soft, but it's just exploring curious interactions with people. Idk. It can be fluffy but it doesn't have to be. I do love soft stuff when I can get it but.. in terms of what I think about fluff, I'm more like.. let's see what each other is just like. Casual stuff I guess.

ANGST: Angst can be interesting, I do enjoy writing it. It's probably more like to have those little threads of angsty thought that come up but may not be the focus on the thread. But I do like really facing some strange feelings. Or dealing with the vulnerabilities of those they do care about.

SMUT: I'm down for it. I'm not great at asking about it .. so it's a bit sporadic for me. But if I think there's an interesting exploration there I'm open.

Tagged by: @burgundyblossom

Tagging: @crossbear @eatsgods @fallenstxrr and you.

[orangetintedglasses]

what is your duality?

sun and moon for some you shine just right, and for others you are too much or too little. people either hate seeing you rise over the horizon or pray and send blessing to you like a favorite god. you are timeless and there are not many like you, you who can embody both a burning star and a cratered rock. what i'm trying to say is that your duality compliments itself very well, but not everyone will understand why they can't get what they want from you. it doesn't matter. burn strong when you feel the need, and be gentle in the nights it's called for.

tagged by: STOLEN FROM THE DASH tagging: @galaxcias, @millions-knives, @crossbear, @finncomet, and YOU if you wanna do it! It's long-ish tho so take that into account.

[whoshotthefrog]

Starkweather - Crossbearer

[pierrotts]

huge news. moving my matt murdock (@crossbearings iykyk) to a sideblog here.

[journalspirits]

Idly smoking but also-

 “Did you do something with your face.”

@crossbear 

[punisheye]

what is your duality?

moon curse of the werewolf

you have found yourself hungered or sickened or ambitious to the point of emotional carnage. you are fine, until you're not, and then you could rip someone in your way apart with your bared teeth by complete accident, and later claw at yourself in fits of pain trying to apologize. do you look at the moon that blessed you in her name, at her marred beauty and baneful eyes, and wish she could just crush that loving-hateful heart of yours before it crushes itself? every bite you take out of flesh is a response to the threads of silver bullets in you that haven't healed. the duality is that the human inside is howling too, gnashing, and without the wolf pelt, everyone can ignore it and turn away. at some point, you got tired of the moon being your only witness. now the wolf is there to make sure others know that you are hurt, and deserving of humanity, of attention to wounds. because that wolf loves you; all of you; and knows when you are hurt better than yourself.

tagged by: stolen from @crossbear and losing my mind over getting the exact same result tagging: whatever. take it

[guerrilla-operator]

Cave In // Crossbearer 

Holy wars, killing in the name of God The right to be minimalized Under the rule of the unseen greatness I cannot bow my head or kneel My figure to a fake symbol And yet I dream and walk this earth In free thought for myself Proving my existence without this form of worship So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship Or kill me in the name of God I only understand its hate The skin beneath a mask of shallow actions With a book of superstitions to live by All living blind

[fadelr06]

#mikasa #akasha #crossbearer #celticcross #unk #inception #nodeception (at Little Rock, Arkansas)

[rodglacial]

Chronique Starkweather (Nov. 2019)

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

What our Lord said about cross-bearing and obedience is not in fine type. It is in bold print on the face of the contract.

Vance Havner