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  you know,  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎,   i won’t take you to  𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 —

private & selective Emma from Veil, ♡ by mandinha

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boop!

                                   he'll give one !!! boop back

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what are you the god of?      patron of tough love

                                    𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍:      you do not stand by and approve of those who actively seek to hurt the ones they claim to love. but just because it is love, does not mean that it will always be soft. think of how a pack of wolves operate: strategic, deliberate, protective, entirely capable of ripping out throats and still raising their young with a burning love. think of the promise of safety in such a group, but also the devastation, should you betray its loyalty and upheave the order in place. you are the god of temperance, of caretakers, and of all those who must carry the weight of responsibility, even when it threatens to crush them dead. god of bending and enforcing rules, god of fair trial and punishment, god of breaking vicious cycles. protector of older siblings and of soft things needing thicker skin. deliverer of hard-fought clarity in a fit of rage, weaver of reason into discipline. you teach them how to be strong, to be consistent, in a world that demands them to choose cruelty. the grantor of armistice at the end of a long war, the one who blesses the hardened and makes them rest.

tagged by: @fullmtal tagging: @odisn @folkesange @vairuler @jokethur @7theaven @iinujoo @daikusedai @archeracrosstime @brutlist @ka-go-me @gainsborro​ & anyone who wants to do it !

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❝ no whispering god brought me here. i brought myself. ❞

           ｡ﾟﾟ                𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐍          𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆          𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌         𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌          𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍     -     𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐃          𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒          &          ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ         ᵃⁿᵃᵈᵉᵐˢ          ᵒᶠ         ᶠᵒˡᶦᵃᵍᵉ                    /                    ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ          ˢʸᶜᵃᵐᵒʳᵉ          ᵖˢᵃˡᵐˢ          ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡˡᶦⁿᵍ          ᵒⁿ          ᵈʳᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ          ᵗᵒ          bless         ᶜᵒʳⁿᵘᶜᵒᵖᶦᵃˢ         ᵒᶠ          ᵗʰᵉ          ᵉᵃʳ       ,          ˡᵘˡˡᶦⁿᵍ          𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚗          𝚍𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜                     &                    ʰʸᵖⁿᵒᵗᶦᶻᶦⁿᵍ         ᵍʳᵃˢˢ   -   ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉˢ          ᶦⁿᵗᵒ          ᶜᵒʳᵈᶦᵃˡ          𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗼  .          ᵇᵒᵘᵍʰˢ          ˡᵘʳᵉ          ᵗʰᵉ          ᶜᵃⁿᵗᵃᵇᶦˡᵉ          chaffinches       ,          ˢᵒᵈ          ᵉⁿᵗᶦᶜᵉ          ᵗʰᵉ          ᶜᵃⁿᵗᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ          ᵖʳᶦⁿᵗˢ          ᵒᶠ          ᶜʰᶦᵗᵃˡ                    &                    perianths          ᵃʳᵉ          ᵇᵉᵍᵘᶦˡᶦⁿᵍ          𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲     -     𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝          ᵇᵉᵉˢ  .          ᵃⁿ          ᵃʳᵒᵐᵃ          ᵒᶠ          ʳᵃⁿᵘⁿᶜᵘˡᵘˢ          ᵈʷᵉˡˡˢ          ʰᵉʳᵉ       :          ᵇᵉᵈᵉʷᵉᵈ          VERDURE                    &                    BELSAM          ᵐᵃˢˢᵃᵍᶦⁿᵍ          ⁿᵃʳᵉˢ                    &                    ᶦⁿᵛᶦᵍᵒʳᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ          ˡᶦᵐᵇˢ                   -----     ----     --                    ˢᵒᵒⁿ          ᵉᶜˡᶦᵖˢᵉᵈ          ᵇʸ          ᵃⁿ          𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑙       ,          ʰᵉᵃᵈʸ          ˢᶦˡˡᵃᵍᵉ          ᶠʳᵒᵐ          ˢᵒᵐᵉ          ᶠˡᵒʳᵃˡ          ᵃᵗᵗᵃʳ  .         [          *          𝙰          𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷’𝚂          𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃  .          ]

       ˢʰᵉ          ˢᵉᵗᵗˡᵉˢ          ᵇʸ          𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒          ᵇʳᵃᶦᵈᵉᵈ          ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐˢ       ,          *          𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐃     -     𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄       ,          ᵒʷⁿ          ˢᵘᵖᵖˡᵉ          ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵈˢ         ᵍˡᵒˢˢʸ                    &                    ᵖᵒᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ          ˡᶦᵏᵉ          ᵛᵉʳⁿᵃˡ          𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓃       ,          ᶜᵒᵐᵇᵉᵈ          ᵇʸ          ᵃᶦʳᶠˡᵒʷ  .               ❝           ʷᵉˡˡ       ,          ⁿᵒ          ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ          ᵍᵒᵈ          𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱          ᵐᵉ          ᵒᶠ          ʸᵒᵘʳ          ᵃʳʳᶦᵛᵃˡ          ᵉᶦᵗʰᵉʳ  .          ❞                   [               *          ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ          ⁿᵒ          ᵗᵘʳⁿ          ᵒᶠ          ᵗʰᵉ          ʰᵉᵃᵈ          /          ⁿᵒ          ᵈᵉᵏᵏᵒ          ‘ⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ          ˡᵃˢʰ  .              ]                   ❝           you          did          that          yourself       ,          ᵗᵒᵒ       ,          ᶦⁿ         ʸᵒᵘʳ          ᵒʷⁿ          ʷᵃʸ       ,          ʷᶦᵗʰ          ʸᵒᵘʳ          𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗟          𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗛          ᵒⁿ          ᵗʰᵉ          ʷᶦⁿᵈ          𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴          ᵐᵉ          ʰᵒᵘʳˢ          ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ          ʸᵒᵘʳ          ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ          ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ          ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉᵈ          ᵐᵉ  .          ❞

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thxlassophile​:

— @tnsga​ liked for a starter (!!!)

“So… you missed my dad’s birthday party. And mama’s. And MINE.” Moroha itemized for him, clearly not at all amused. Not that anyone had actually expected her uncle to turn up to any of those events; after all, he’d missed every major event in her life for the last fourteen years. Why did she think FIFTEEN was going to be any different? “What’s the deal with you, anyways? Still doing the silent loner routine, even after all these years. I’m a pretty cool niece to have. You’d know that if you ever stuck around long enough to get to KNOW me.”

                                     ❛      .      .      .      ❜      something’s cruelly foreign        &        familiar about her :       𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧,      minus the vitriol        &        poison that from time to time still wilted to half     -     hearted profanities on his tongue      /      harkening in a commonality with bereavement.      (    there’s something about her that’s like her father        &        equally like her grandfather that he doesn’t share,       the cloyingly tacky enthusiasm        &        upturned stubborn pride poking like fingers on a thorn at every turn.     )      — — —  -         ❛     .      .      .      you could say hello before you interrogate me.     ❜

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Hey sorry you are getting these types of ask from shipper. They do stalk the antis tag to see what antis are posting. I seen post created by antis that were tagged correctly only to have shipper in the comments arguing with antis trying to justify sessrin. They also block and unblock antis just to see what they are doing.

Yeah I figured, I don't engage much with the fandom in itself but I've seen enough from afar & that's the main reason for me keeping my distance. I complain about the ship here & there but that's not even a main topic of discussion on my blog aside from my emphasis i want it nowhere near me nor ppl who enjoy / support it. the only reason i tag it is so my followers who are uncomfortable with mention of the ship & don't wanna see me occasionally express my distaste for it can blacklist it 🤷‍♀️ there's nothing stopping them from doing the same. I'm not looking for any back & forth banter from any side.

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they forgot their “get along” shirt

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gomiokamu​:

      “i ain’t really in th’mood to be fightin’ with yew right now.” was his hand inching towards tessaiga? sure. but had he drawn it yet? no. // @tnsga​

                                      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐆,      serrated        &        toothed acanthas by the ends cured by calcified marrow.      The cost of imagining his claws rapt about the trophy of Inuyasha’s skull,      the parietal snug in his palm like a bound cathedra preordained the night of his birth.      His eyes narrow at the pulse in his brother’s wrist.      Did he believe those words held meaning if his mind had been set or did he know they were light slipping past his fingers.      Their provenance with the nature of many things he had no say in.      ❛     You speak as if you know of my intentions.     ❜      Bored admonition strings his words,      a thin enclosure for underlying violence.      ❛     I suggest you not make the same mistake again.     ❜

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No bc I’m not going through the sessrin tag & sending shit to sessrinners. I’m not on anyone’s blog saying shit or engaged in discourse (nor want to be) so why do y’all feel the need to come here like the shit I say even matters🧍

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You have any proof or evidence to back up your claims of what was supposedly said about Sessrin and the production people/Rumiko? I'd love to see you actually posting sources for this instead of just talking out of your ass and making shit up like most of you antis enjoy doing

This is so fucking funny but anyways

Timestamp 9:08 for rumiko saying she saw Sesshōumaru as a parent / guardian figure to rin

narita talking abt rin being the mother a surprise / unexpected

now kindly get off my blog 🤩

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fyi you’re still one handsome sonofabitch ✊🏻 / @daikusedai

have u looked yourself in the mirror today (as you should) bc you are in fact one very handsome sonofabitch yourself 🤌

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@daikusedai on my dash am I seeing this right 

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so u're telling me the director of yashahime admit rin was still young & he's aware of the controversy & wasn't sure how to write rin & sesshomaru bc rumiko didn't write them like that... rumiko admit she saw sesshoumaru as a parent / guardian figure to rin, & sesshoumaru's va also saw it as a surprise / feels like it was out of field for the character ?

interesting

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“I inherited hunger, popped jaw, all teeth, & father taught me how to feast.”

— Kemi Alabi, from “No More White Girls, or What I Learned from Father,” published in KWELI

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★ 【yue】 「殺生丸」 ☆ ⊳ sesshomaru (inuyasha) ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

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@senpujin​ said :  ❝ there are some things in life you can’t change no matter how hard you try. ❞

                                        ❛     𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 i was trying to ?          ❜      though his voice is level,      the severity is unrelenting        &        in an instant the chatter of wildlife ceases so that the earth’s breath could be felt held beneath the dirt        &        the silted heart harkened to that of the commonfolk precarious to the cross fires of a warring era.      he resembled a thing as ancient as a force of nature        &        calcified by age,      like he had always stood        &        belonged there the same way mountains decoct out a spectacle of sweeping violence        &        vulgarity had immigrated in the superstitions of civilizations that had come        &        went fencelined the horizons shires south of the river at his heels did.      dimpled clouds periodically paid respects to the summits for the sake of ancestral veneration instead of piety        &        translated into the supernal grace of chiffon shoulders,      unrelenting,      uncompromising to even his own kin when he angles himself to face her.

                                       he does not elaborate on the ambiguity his tone had taken.      if it teetered on anger or hostility or both or another altogether.      he does not tell her how he hates the clobbering similarity she bears to him or how that too is a wealth of pride so profuse he’s surprised that with such the fervency it pushes against his chest it has not irreparably shattered his ribs        &        clawed out his flesh,      or that to go back in time now would be to forsake the authority of the person in front of him.      he doesn’t leeway his own appetency nor allow his eyes to share if there ever existed sentiment in the unyielding cold of his stare.      that they might as well have been excavated from an orchid of bewitched ice but lack in the edges        &        the harshness he had spoken with.

                                       the notion of a thing he’d take to his grave.      he’d missed those years.      he held no affinity for it but he held a talent for lies        &        playing what he is        &        so it had not been harder to set aside the memory of her        &        her sister than it is to set aside a shovel        &        watch a garden derelict.      𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗.      never was.      ❛      that i will not share the reasons for my actions should only further your own in having no desire to comprehend them.      if you can understand that then you can understand what i do onwards is not an attempt to make amends.     ❜  

                                       the sparrows deign it safe to return to their perch.      life goes on willed to        &        he’ll continue to trail the river without the company of jakken or a - un for a while,      but he does stop,      briefly,      a few steps after he’s passed her.      she bears an uncanny resemblance to him.      he cannot know if that is skin - deep,      cannot assume it down to how they think.     ❛      you resent me.     ❜      stated simply,      as fact.        &        it’s not that he doesn’t care.      he’s sure between venom        &        too - lates that’s clear.      instead it’s that he’s had fourteen years to ponder logical ties to the open ended        &        each time the most probable conclusion fell to this.      ❛      that’s fine.     ❜      

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         a  historical,  fantasy,  period ,  and  medieval  friendly  character  survey.

bold  your  muse’s  preferences      ,      repost,   don't  reblog  !  credit.

roses  /  cherry  blossoms  /  orchids / tulips

winter  /  summer /  autumn  /  spring

thunderstorms  /  sunshine /  snow

indoors  /  outdoors

meat  / fruit /  sweets

extravagance  / traditionalism  /  minimalism

god  fearing  /  non  god  fearing  there’s an unspoken acknowledgment there; wouldn’t exactly regard it as god fearing though

cats  / dogs /  horses  / birds

sunrise /  sunset

day  time /  night  time

fire  /  earth  /  water /  wind

reading  /  writing

rising  early /  sleeping  late

wine  /  ale  /  neither

fur  /  silk  / satin /  lace

rubies  /  pearls /  sapphires

horse  back  /  walking /  carriages

love  /  power

having  company /  being  alone

lakes  /  rivers  /  oceans

knife  /  sword  /  bow  /  poison

gold /  silver

tagged by: a lot of y’all tagged me sdfghJK tagging: i’m late to this one,  so idk who to tag !!!