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Please excuse this ramble. But i'm thinking how Dreya is something of a cosmic horror and/or goddess, and how that translates into her very voice now. Obviously we can hear the distortion in her voice, how it echoes in a sense - even her whispered, softer voice carries the echo in it. It's interesting because it's like her voice is close and distant at the same time - there's SPACE in her voice.

Here comes the rambling bit. It also reminds me of in Epic the Musical, how the gods can twist their diegetic voices in unnatural ways. For those who don't know, diegetic listening/music is, in short, any sound that naturally occurs within the medium for the characters. Any 'natural' noises in that world that the characters hear (ex: a song on the radio that characters listening to would be diegetic but a character theme viewers hear but characters don't would not be). ANYWAYS; speaking is a diegetic noise. Obviously humans can only speak with one voice at a time. But, in Wouldn't You Like, near the very end, we hear Hermes duplicate his voice by doing the high pitched 'oooh~' while ALSO singing the chorus ( Wouldn't you like a taste of the power ). Athena also does it a time or two I believe. ANYWAYS, I think it's a fun parallel that Dreya's voice can manipulate itself in a way beyond what mortals can achieve and into the realm of godhood.

#this was a spontaneous thought i had #and i had to share it with you all #ik some of you are Epic fans too #᛭ — [HEADCANON] to the stars may your soul be known [DREYA]

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a history of violence taken from the 2005 film.

what took you so long?

i think i’m tired.

there’s no such thing as monsters. you were just having a bad dream.

you’re the hero.

don’t let me see you around again.

listen, smart mouth. in this family, we do not solve our problems by hitting people.

grilled cheese is ready.

you’re not losing your mind. you’ve been through some serious trauma.

jesus, honey.

good to see you up and around.

you’re sweating. you’re soaked.

can you get that, hon?

don’t make us hurt the kid.

you could’ve called. you could’ve dropped a postcard in the mail.

see you in church.

that sounds like a brilliant solution.

look. your picture’s in the paper.

i think i’m losing my mind.

honey, what’s wrong, huh?

you’ve got too much time on your hands.

tell me the truth.

it’s my last pair in this style and it’s exactly your size.

you know, sometimes you depress me.

what is it, sweetie?

you’re living the american dream.

i’ve heard that story.

you got me dead to rights.

you always were a problem for me.

we ate on the road.

i’m pretty pissed at you.

you almost believe your own crap, don’t you?

you’re gonna be sticking around for a while, honey.

#obv you can drop things like hon & honey if it doesnt fit #i needed to decompress but it's all okay #᛭ — [MEMES] let the games begin

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this song is perfect for any ship with xue yang

#IM NOT WRONG #I STAND BY THIS #᛭ — [OOC] angst is the game and tears are the currency

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One of the fun things with Fenrir is the DUALITY. The ruthless violence and the gentleness. This is the wolf who devoured Odin and ate the sun (in some versions). Here is the man who hunts down an slaughters gods, who rips flesh from bones and makes the undying know fear and death. Here is the monster with his inextinguishable rage and fury.

And here is the wolf who can't sit idly by when a child is lost and scared and will stop everything to help them. Here is the man who will stop to help an animal cross the road. Here is the man who won't move if a kitten falls asleep on his lap. Here is the monster the gods fear that would give up his food to let a child eat regardless of what species it is.

For all the rage and pain he's experienced, it's made him kinder than many others. His claws have spilled plenty of divine blood but those some hands will help a baby bird back into its nest. For all his rage there is more kindness. He knows better than anyone pointless, cruel suffering, what it's like to be a child abandoned or hated and to be scare and alone. He can't ignore those things.

#he's big and intimidating #but there's so much care there #᛭ — [HEADCANON] gods never care for the victims [FENRIR]

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@vulpesse said: ❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜ ( for fenrir ! )

a softer world sentence starters

The WORLD-DEVOURER passively stares at the woman in front of him for a long moment. She does not smell like any of the midguardians humans here, but neither does she carry the abhorrent divinity of the gods. ( Had she, he most certainly revealed his true nature and closed god-devouring teeth around her to devour bones and all alike. ) She is something else ; he does not mind that. Since he can smell that she's not human, he's inclined to believe that she can smell that he isn't either. She is brave; many are not inclined to speak to the towering, solitary wolf even if they think he's a human like them. He considers her words for but a moment before he speaks.

" I don't believe such a world could ever exist, except for the dead. " Fenrir responds after a moment. He would like to think as much; it is a pleasant idea. " And yet, even then, the dead are only granted such if they are deemed worthy. In the end, nothing can survive without pain or loss. "

He snorts, glaring at the ground. He wonders if she can smell all the thousands of years of rage and pain that simmer under his skin. If she can smell a child's desperate wails and confusion when the gods he trusted turned on him from FEAR despite him having done no wrong. Meaningless pain. Fenrir is the product of the cruelty of gods. It simmers under his skin and he loathes this human form he takes, but this world is so SMALL compared to what he had once called home, and even to what he'd called prison.

" A noble cause then, for pain and loss? " He asks, lifting a brow when the taste of rage retreats from his tongue so that he can lift his gaze to look towards her. " Such is wishful thinking. I'm inclined to believe people find meaning in pain even if there is none. Gods are selfish creatures and rarely put forth a reason for pain or loss outside of their own desires. The rest is simply the cycle of life. " Fenrir replies with a soft exhale.

#vulpesse #he's really a big ball of love and affection #once you get past his wariness #there is the rage and pain too but #he really is a big ol' pup #i forgot how tall she is but considering he's seven feet tall i figured he would indeed be looking down HFJDFG #also thank you so much #i rarely get to write him so i was !!! 🥺 #᛭ — [IC] break the burning chains that bind you [FENRIR]

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🫡 i'm probably going to spend the rest of my evening on one of my other blogs sooooo see you guys whenever i see you

#᛭ — [OOC] angst is the game and tears are the currency

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Day 26 - "Villainous friends"

They are besties

#᛭ — [VISAGE] to this world you are only a beast [XUE YANG]

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“I’m so tired of trying to hold it together, I know I’m never going to get better, Just let me sink into this cemetery weather. My lips taste like nicotine kisses, taste like girls that shake with adderall addictions, taste like boys that come with their fists already forming bruises, taste like death has been frenching me since before i was sixteen ‘cause I can’t remember the last time I felt anything but numb oh god oh god I just want to be done.”

— Cemetery Weather (Noun): When the only sound in your ribs is a death rattle. /// A collaboration between chasingavenues and inkskinned.

#᛭ — [MUSING] boredom is poison to the mind [SHUJI HANMA]

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So not a bluff, definitely NOT a bluff if this reaction was anything to go by. He's left speechless when he finds himself caught in Haru's grasp, forced to look at him in a display of control. His pupils dilate, black devouring gold until the gold is more of a thin band in his eyes, attention solely focused on his friend. His lips part, half open as he's left searching for words. After a moment though he licks his lips and then tilts his head just a fraction, not trying to break the hold when he smirks.

" Now now, you should know better. We both know I'm more bite than bark. " The tiger offers a grin and leans into the touch. " What do I get out of it ~ ? You're not expecting to be the only one to gain, right? "

“Oh yeah?”

His visage, typically devoid of most expression, suddenly lights up with rapt interest, eyeing his friend like he was a particularly delicious looking piece of candy. As Kazutora leans back, Hatsuharu leans forward, hurdling over all physical barriers until he has Kazutora’s chin pinched firmly between his thumb and forefinger, soft brown locked into gold.

“Wanna show me right now or are you all talk and no action huh?"

#kisumshi #SO WE CAN SEE #Chin grab his weakness #To be fair tho #Slightly impressive if entirely baffling #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA] #᛭ — [VERSE: BAD END 1] your claws are always dripping blood [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

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Honestly, Lamia is not someone you can convince to change her perception of the world. She doesn't deny there being light, love, happiness, care, etc. But her base belief is humans darkest desires, greed, self-preservation, hate, will ultimately always win out when people are pushed to the edge.

#she just doesn't believe in kindness being ENOUGH #᛭ — [OOC] angst is the game and tears are the currency

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    What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Had Kazutora been any younger, he would have immediately blurted out his reaction, injected with anger and defensiveness to mask his pain. As it is now, he doesn't give much of a reaction beyond a subtle uncertain waver at the corner of his mouth and furrow of his brow. He's torn between offense and resignation. In the end, he says nothing. He merely turns his head to let his gaze drift. It’s not that serious of a comment, but it rubs at him like sandpaper. Which is pathetic in its own right and half the reason he refuses to let his reaction show.

   “ Not if the manga you read is anything to go by. “ He manages a chuckle, and turns his head back in time to redirect his attention to the book spoken of.  “Studying?” Now he’s just confused. Thankfully, an explanation is quick to follow it and connects the dots he hadn’t seen. “ Oh yeah, that is coming up pretty soon, huh? Bet your schedule is about to get busier. Bachelor party planning and all that. “ He muses, racking his brains for other tasks a best man had. He had no clue what they did outside of that, actually. But Chifuyu looks serious about it. “ I’m sure you’ll be perfect. “ He adds after a moment with a smile. “ The fact you’re studying proves that. “

  Golden eyes turn to his own hands, fingers laced together with each other. It’s good everyone is excited about it. If the look on Chifuyu’s face is to go by, it means a lot to them.

   “ Until you met Baji, right? “ Kazutora finishes the statement where Chifuyu falters, without a trace of doubt in his voice. Even a kid could guess. He doesn’t express much of a reaction; his thoughts, if any, were contained to himself. He tilts his head as he listens to Chifuyu continue on. “ Must’ve been nice to have a dad like that. “ He finally says after a moment, tentative with uncertainty when he speaks on the subject. “ Sorry you lost him. I’m sure he’d be proud of you, then and now. You’ll be a great husband to whoever you marry some day, if you chose to get married. “ 

   “ No? Damn, good thing I didn’t actually bet on that. Could’ve sworn younger you would’ve. “ He chuckles faintly. “ That’d certainly be interesting, Peke J might steal the show. “ He tilts his head back, trying to picture convincing a cat to come down the aisle.

Setting the manga on the adjacent nightstand, Chifuyu shuffles in his seat and rights his posture. Arms resting on his knees, he mulls over Kazutora and nods. No need to press further; the answer isn't all that surprising given Kazutora turned out to be... well Kazutora ( no offense Chifuyu supposes ). “ I didn't think so. ” Chifuyu remarks absently. He doesn't mean anything by the comment. Someone so tied to the life Kazutora lives seems like they're always on the move, in pursuit of something unattainable. Or maybe it's attainable but left unrecognized.

Pulling his thoughts to focus, Chifuyu blinks. His lips strain to laugh, and he shakes his head. “ You give me — and manga — way too much credit, dude. ” Wearing a gleeful smile, Chifuyu lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Do I really give off that sort of impression? That's embarrassing.

The hand at his neck points to the book he's been reading. “ I've been studying. ” He answers, tone suddenly very serious. “ Takemitchy's wedding's coming up, and I want to make sure I'm prepared to be the best best man anyone could ever have. ” At that, he crosses his arms and leans back on the couch. “ And it sounds like I won't be getting that opportunity with you anytime soon, so I gotta make sure this one goes well. ” Not that Chifuyu's feeling the pressure, but there's certainly an odd intensity to his eyes.

Shaking away thoughts of the future Mr. and Mrs. Hanagaki, Chifuyu's expression softens to Kazutora. A moment passes before his shoulders tighten. The thought of marriage is a strange one at this point. “ I used to think about it, but it's always been kind of weird. Until I met — ” He pauses to clear his throat. “ After my dad passed, I never really cared about that sort of thing. It took me a long time before I was actually interested in dating or anything like that, but I knew I wanted to be someone like my dad. He was a good husband and father. ” Reminiscing at the thought, Chifuyu smiles wryly. How things change. How a single person he met in middle school could change his entire life's direction. Is it like that for Kazutora, too?

“ I didn't have colors picked out or a venue in mind or anything like that. I'm not even seeing anyone... ” His laughed is strained. “ I know I'd want Peke J there though. Maybe he can carry the rings. ”

#ofcrossroads #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

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send  “ caught you! “  for your muse to catch my muse talking with someone or being somewhere they shouldn't be. could be chatting with an enemy, sneaking into a protected room, anything that the muse shouldn't be doing! send " uh oh. " for the reverse, where my muse to catches your muse.

make sure to specify the muse for multimuses

#᛭ — [MEMES] let the games begin #i shall...try to write some tonight #i want to #some of my muses are just in a Weird spot #and my brain is too

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“Ruins that are not ruins, but hymns of luminous memory.”

— Hélène Cixous, from Coming to Writing and Other Essays, tr. by Deborah Jenson (via lightingway)

#᛭ — [MUSING] silver tongued with sweet deceit [CHROLLO LUCILFER]

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Something that Kazutora is never used to regardless of age is unexpected kindness. It always sets off a wary alarm in him. And it's sad but it's the truth. He can handle it with holidays, he knows to expect the unexpected then. But if someone were to suddenly decide on a random day to spoil him for no reason or have a surprise waiting when he gets home or to somewhere, it's always met with confusion, uncertainty, and a wariness. Depending on the context, he might assume it's for someone else rather than him. And even if he is certain, he's the type to leap to a conclusion ( did he do something wrong? are you leaving? what's wrong? etc. etc. ) It really is devastating to see how he greets unexpected kindness with fear and uncertainty. How he so openly shows that he doesn't think that can be for him.

A small thing like an unexpected snack won't set him off, but larger gestures do. He can, with time and enough assurances, come to accept them from people on a very individual basis. And then he's more prone to tearing up and what did I do to deserve this? sort of reactions, big teary eyes even if he's very excited about it. It always catches him by surprise and he tends to cling onto the gifter for a bit. Kazutora really doesn't know how to handle soft and gentle. He's very passionate, intense, and energetic. He can handle intense (good or bad), violent, energetic, a lot of things. But someone being slow and gentle? He stumbles and falters, struggles to find footing in a field he doesn't know how to navigate it. On a very brief nsfw note, it's why things like just being slow or body worship often have him trembling and tearing up because he doesn't know what to do wit that when things are usually more intense or bdsm. It doesn't mean he doesn't like it but it just brings a lot of emotions to the surface that he's not sure how to grasp.

#even when it's OBVIOUSLY for him #he's still probably going to assume otherwise #he's NOT used to it #and his brain never assumes its for him #just ends up freezing and looking uncertain #or more openly emotional if hes close to the person #᛭ — [HEADCANON] dark dreams await you [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

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@ofcrossroads said: “Hey, Kazutora…” Chifuyu calls idly from across the sofa. Living together like this is is comfortable now. It didn’t used to be. Chifuyu once thought the first person he’d ever live with outside his mom would have been Keisuke, but fate can be cruel. Kazutora? Well it’s a learning curve but not one Chifuyu minds. As he stretches along the couch and reads a new manga edition, he peers over curiously. “Have you ever thought about settling down? Finding someone, getting married… that kind of thing?”

  Kazutora sits tucked up into a chair while he peers at the old, outdated radio he’d brought back from prison. It had taken a while for Kazutora to adapt to freedom, to stop waiting for Chifuyu's permission for every little thing, and longer still to break years worth of precisely timed schedules. But now he was usually comfortable. Although the nightly hour of listening to the old, outdated radio he had for an hour was one habit that had never faded.

   “  Yeah?  “  He turns his head towards Chifuyu, blinking at him in a slow, relaxed manner. The question catches him by surprise, and his eyes flick down towards the manga cover. Bet that’s what inspired the question.

   He pauses and then slowly shakes his head. “ Nah. “ His hand lifts, subconsciously toying with his earring as he mulls over the question.  “ Not that I’m opposed to it. I’d love to get rid of my surname, that’d be nice. Besides obviously being with someone I cared about. “ Just to make sure Chifuyu doesn't take the shallow answer as being all. It's nice in theory.

His hand drops to his lap and he shifts from facing the radio to facing Chifuyu, still curled up in the armchair.   “ Honestly? I never really thought about it. My parents – “  He pauses; he’s never talked about them with Chifuyu. He bites his bottom lip for a moment and then continues.  “ – They were terrible. They didn’t set a good example for a marriage. It was a wonderful day if they ignored each other's existence. Well, mainly if my father ignored us." He shrugs his shoulders. " They ended up getting divorced too. It was a really ugly one. “ His cheek rests against the chair ; it was important to share why he never had, right? He can't imagine Chifuyu understanding why he hadn't thought about marriage without the explanation. “ Plus juvie and prison aren’t exactly spaces fostering ideas of marriages. “ Kazutora's laugh is relaxed and easy at his own words, dismissive of the weight it might have to another. " I never dreamed for the future. "  

   He quiets for a few seconds, eyeing Chifuyu before he leans forward in his seat with a bright gleam. “ Bet you did though ~ All the way to the color scheme and potential locations and food. I’d put money on that. You’re so the type. “ He smiles, clearly well intended with the words if the cheerful tone is anything to go by. “ That’s nice though. It’s cute. Good to be able to. “ A clumsy delivery perhaps, but the positive goal is there. He leans back to his original position. " Have you been thinking about that lately? Marriage and all that? " Chifuyu brought the topic up, now he was curious. He gestures at the manga. “ Or is that happening in your manga and made you wonder?”

#ofcrossroads #it was a moment for all four of us to learn this #on kazutora not really thinking about it #not opposed to it but #...there are several reasons it was not thought about #this is the most he's ever thought about it #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

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One of Kazutora's secret but not so secret love languages is stargazing. Just join him in stargazing. Regardless of what point in time, Kazutora's always been focused on them. He doesn't invite often unless someone asks where he's going, but he always welcomes if someone joins him. When he's younger he mainly goes to abandoned building rooftops and lays there but occasionally can be found at the park or beach. When he's older he normally goes to the apartment rooftop and lays there, but also still goes to the beach or park. If it's a really bad night though he'll go to the old abandoned spots he had (at least those remaining). But for the majority of the time he goes to the apartment roof. If he's feeling restless or had a rough day, he's especially prone to spending hours looking at the star. He's usually got blankets and some pillows out and calms down extremely quickly. Getting to share that with someone though is always something of a bonding moment, at least in Kazutora's eyes.

#look i CAN write a small headcanon #no but really #especially if you know he does this or where he goes #100% can just join him and he'll welcome #he doesn't often invite bc #well he knows most don't care / like it #or he doesn't feel close to many #᛭ — [HEADCANON] dark dreams await you [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

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@kisumshi said: "Yo Tora, show me what that pretty mouth do." from Dark Haru, you may punch him

Kazutora's eyebrows shoot up at the brazen remark, anything he might have said dying on his tongue. Talk about unexpected. The tiger could certainly expect comments like that from certain people - but Haru was not one he had placed on that list.

Gold eyes flick over Haru's face for a moment before he grins. " That's unspecific. My pretty mouth can do a lot of things. " He answers back with a cheeky tone as he leans back against his chair and watches. Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. And what could he say? He was curious whether this was a joke, a poor choice of words, or something else entirely.

#kisumshi #FHJDFG YOU MAY PUNCH #kazutora vc: bold to assume i need permission to punch #he was caught so offguard by it #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA] #᛭ — [VERSE: BAD END 1] your claws are always dripping blood [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]