BLANC HAS BEEN MOVED !! to here !
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it was the fatal flaw
all of
humanity possessed,
to love
and be loved.
My fatal flaw was you,
my love.
all i wanted was you.
i would’ve
blindly followed you
to the ends of the earth,
come heaven and hell
because i loved you.
but like gods do,
you could never loved a
mere mortal
like me
without fear of a tragedy.
you were golden like the sun,
and i the moon,
dark and unforgiving.
with a heart that was breaking,
just to feel the warmth of your love.
you could not have loved a god and expected anything less than a tragedy.//t.c (via insp0s)
@sheruption
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June Jordan, from “Haruko: Love Poems,” originally published c. July 1993
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little hermes , boy silver with wings of steel : what a grim , grotesque reminder of the days she once thought she had discarded to the wind. she fox was never salem ‘ s priority , just a mere pawn in order for the beginning to an end to progress , nothing more &. nothing less , though blanc knew her fleeing would not come without consequence. after all she ‘ s done for the wicked witch , after how bloodied her hands shall always be &. all she has seen , it would be a foolish thought to ever think she would be free. an air of uncertainty grows ever thick around the young god &. faux deity , gaze narrowing &. flickering between blue &. pink as a warning sign. blanc is prepared should she need be. ❛ the pelt of a runaway would certainly be quite the trophy , but what do you have to gain ? are you here for you ... or are you just another puppet she is controlling ? for one so fond of his own life , your strings seem rather tight. ❜
@basedmercury + sc.
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hesitance &. the act of guarding oneself from human contact is an art blanc has mastered far too well , &. yet now , when faced with little lamb red , a molten silver gaze that seemingly peers into the enigma ‘ s soul , girl fox finds it difficult to flee nor think of her semblance as a means to an end. chiffon tails flick &. writhe ‘round form , powder blue stare avoiding connection with rose youth ‘ s from a place spawned paranoia. ❛ perhaps ... it would be wise of you to heed the tales of the monster fox that wanders these woods , little rose. lest you fall victim like all the rest. ❜ &. please , do not look at me with the hope that shimmers so brightly in those glistening silver eyes.
@nowthorn + sc.
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u know ive realized blanc speaks in metaphors a lot to keep ppl thinking abt That instead of her which. makes it easier to trick them / ensures she leaves as little of an impression as possible
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“When did I become repulsive? Repulsion is a feeling that you can direct to your own body. But someone has to teach you first.”
— Yanyi, from “Beauty,” published in Granta
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bite
troye sivan
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i need to stop being a lazy Fool and write out how blanc unlocked her semblance huh
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a.a.
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these will likely be done after work tomorrow, but hi starter call ! ( multis Pls specify )
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just a thought before bed : if blanc ever comes across her old shrines , she brushes any dust or leaves away with her tails. they’re old , hardly used anymore saved for the rare coins or beads in the offering slots &. have very little significance to her now , but sometimes she still feels the need to honour her upbringing. even in very small ways.
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these will likely be done after work tomorrow, but hi starter call ! ( multis Pls specify )
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