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Our muses are sparring and my muse ends up on top of yours, pinning them down. Send me  ❝ Looks like you won. ❞ for my muse’s reaction.

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/ yay ! my blog is back <3

#ooc.

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Our muses are sparring and my muse ends up on top of yours, pinning them down. Send me  ❝ Looks like you won. ❞ for my muse’s reaction.

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#thee internal monologue..... 💀 / #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ STING & YUKINO: GAINING BY LOSING ALWAYS HAUNTS US. / SANCTIDENTE #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ ABOUT. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ QUEUE.

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"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

light hits her routinely, consumed by her as she transitions. she changes like the phases of the moon. a cyclical rhythm — waxing and waning. a beautiful phenomena bound by the hands of nature. two faces, she carries. one which reflects the light around her. one shrouded by a consuming darkness.

her question struck a chord. like a subtle shock down her spine. it had been over ten years — nearly twenty. still, yukino had the ability to see right through her facade. that hardened shell she polishes — where half of her was hidden, buried beneath the steel armour she chose to wear. she subconsciously bites at her lip, sharpened nails digging at the skin of her palm.

sorano wanted to let her in, desperately. she wanted to provide her the same security she did as a child. she would’ve gladly been her shield, a vessel of blood and bone to protect her from the violence of the world. sorano didn’t know how to explain that she was protecting her from more than just monsters outside their door — but from the monster which stirs inside her.

“ i’m not fighting my feelings. ”

lying was instinctive to her, a reaction bred from a need to survive. while there was honesty in her reply, even sorano established the ability to decorate the truth with little white lies. lies which she trained herself to believe.

despite how much she tried to convince herself that she wanted to be free of her earthly bindings, she was still tethered by choice. hand always trembling even as she tried to turn the knife toward herself. she wasn’t ready to vanish, as yukino reentering her story provided sorano a new lifeline. a stronger one. she was in control of her feelings. feelings which she left buried in a box underground. feelings she spilt onto paper — practically written with her own blood. no matter how much she tries to disconnect, emotions seep through at the ferocity of chaos escaping pandora’s box.

she continues slowly, cautious with her words. she dares to meet her sister’s gaze for a fleeting moment. “ i’m . . . keeping them safe. ” eyes turning up to the moon, to the heavens she once craved, she sighs. “ all i’ve ever wanted — since i was a little girl — was to be safe. for us to be safe. ”

deep ass starters.   ╱   accepting !

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hearternal​:   /   sorano

sorano felt herself stricken at the sight of her own reflection.  she quickly turns her gaze away, focusing on her sister.  so many damn mirrors in this god forsaken place — how it made her skin crawl.

she felt so weak for shuddering in her presence.  she instinctively crosses her arms, long nails pulling at the skin on her biceps.  pursing her lips, she clenches her teeth, searching for the words — yet, words that could describe how she felt escape her.  she could only respond with a quick exhale.

❛  i couldn’t sleep.  so i suppose you could say: it’s late for me.  ❜   sorano’s eyes fall to the floor, slowly drifting to the side to remove herself from the mirror’s evil, watchful eye.   ❛  what are you doing up ?  i thought you had something important to do tomorrow.  ❜

sorano steps closer to her sister, scrutinizing her for a moment.  she lifts her hand to gently rest it against her shoulder — her touch is cold.   ❛  why so tense ? — you act like you’ve seen a ghost, darling. ❜

Leah glances down at the mirror again, taking one last look at her less-than-presentable face, and closes it by the tiny vanity she’d been sitting at moments before. And try as she might to keep a perfect posture, she is truly exhausted.

❝Well, I do...❞ She mutters quietly, digging through her bag for a makeup-wipe. Frankly, Leah has been losing track of the days for a couple of weeks now - and she’s willing to gamble with her attendance for some rest right about now. Her hands come to a halt when she feels her sister’s icy touch on her skin, and she slowly turns her head - gaze tired, but concerned.

She reaches up to place her hand over Sorano’s then, and her question goes not ignored, but─pushed back for later. 

❝... Something’s wrong.❞ It’s not delivered as a question, as much as it is a statement; but her sister’s a tough one to crack. Always has been. ❝... You’re freezing. What’s the matter?❞ She asks, quietly - as though the walls could hear their exchange.

@seraphias

#seraphias #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ IN CHARACTER. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ V. THE HAUNTING: WE FOUND WHAT KEEPS US HERE. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ ♡. SORANO: YOU’RE NOT ALONE‚ I WILL BE RIGHT BESIDE YOU FOREVERMORE. // SERAPHIAS #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ SORANO & YUKINO: IT’S ALL SO EASY ON YOUR OWN. // SERAPHIAS #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ QUEUE.

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withachanceoflaxus·:   /   laxus

laxus had been quietly wondering how many times ultear would insist his  paper was trash before she was finally satisfied. he sighed and rubbed his eyes just in time to see leah enter. she looked, tired, but didn’t seem to be too exhausted—otherwise she wouldn’t talk to him.

“hey leah,” he waved a bit before lowering his laptop. this was a good excuse as any to take a little break. interaction with a living person was always better for the soul anyway. at least he thinks so. “for today. tomorrow is the lab day for me so that’s always more exciting than doing my psych essay. how was your day? learn new shit?”

❝Ooh... You too, hm? God...❞ Her words flow smoothly as she writes down a reminder in her little notebook, but her gaze soon lifts to look at him - properly ( as one should, in the middle of a conversation ).

Manners, Leah. Four hours of sleep is not an excuse.

Finally, she takes a deep breath, and allows herself to rest back against the cushions. ❝Honestly? Today’s been a bit of a blur for me. Do you ever have those days where you just don’t sleep properly, and... Things just feel like... ' meh ' ?❞ It’s a terrible way to describe anything, for god’s sake, but that alone should speak for how bad it is today in particular.

❝I’m determined to keep myself up, though. I will sleep, one way or another. The spirits aren’t keeping you awake, too, are they?❞ Leah has not allowed phantoms to steal her sleep for years, and she’s definitely not starting now. ❝To put it bluntly, if there was anything to be learned today, I did not digest it, I’m afraid. I did figure out what topic I’m writing on, for my English essay...❞ But now she's looking at her stack of books quite miserably, and she very clearly doesn't want to touch it. Not yet.

#laxus: ' learn new shit? ' / #what an Icon. / #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ IN CHARACTER. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ V. THE HAUNTING: WE FOUND WHAT KEEPS US HERE. #withachanceoflaxus #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ QUEUE.

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#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ SKILL SET. #flashing / #sighs in gay /

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archive moodboard for @roselipt

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ AES. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ QUEUE.

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/ nobody cyberbully me pls but i lost my last starter call that i made when i was burnt out....... so ... starter call ?

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ OOC. // THE MONSTERFUCKER

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

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Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you about…

🌟 …someone my muse trusts. 💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 💕 …someone my muse loves.  😒 …someone my muse hates. 🔥…someone my muse would die for. 💀 …someone my muse would kill for. 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 💘 …someone my muse has a crush on. 🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. 👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore. 😉 …someone my muse has had sex with. 💋 …someone my muse used to date. 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh. 👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 👑 …someone my muse is jealous of. 👊 …someone who hates my muse. 👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse. 👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget. 🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet. 👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

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#vaccine made me sleepy today / #i have not done shit / #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ OOC. // THE MONSTERFUCKER #hopefully tomorrow ??? / #tbd /

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[ fix ] / i have chosen peace today and only today .

the sun had begun to wane upon the horizon, a blanket of darkness soon embedding the sky.  sting felt that unpleasant pressure in his chest, the unfortunate side effect of being nearly impaled by one of the twelve.  yet, that seemed to be the least of his worries.  he was much too lost within his own thoughts, falling victim to the bitter reminder of what was next.  the war may have come to a just end, but nothing about this conclusion gave him true peace.  sting looks down at his hands — his now trembling hands.  the blood which bathed them had dried, and sting had a difficult time remembering if they were his or someone else’s.  the mere sight made his palms refuse his control.  then he was brought back to his senses for only a moment — as the star bearer came to his aid.

❛ — yukino.  ❜   he mutters, tensing at her approach.  it wasn’t the pain, but the closeness of her hands which hardens his composure.  sting would have protested, but he knew better when it came to her.  yukino was someone who’d never do something she didn’t want to.  right ?  still, her actions spark curiosity.  so he allows her to mend his wound without fuss, eyes lifting to focus on her face.  he notices that she wasn’t exactly unscathed.  his gaze traces trails of scraps and injuries which littered her pale skin.  such a realization triggers a stricken frown as he reactively turns his eyes away.  after a moment of hesitation, he lifts his red stained hand, resting it upon her wrist gently — only to push it away.   ❛ it’s  .  .  .  okay.  please — let me help you. ❜   

yukino deserved regard far more than he.  she spends so much time taking care of everyone else.  who was there to take care of her ?

NON VERBAL MEME.   ╱   selectively accepting !

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#💀💀💀💀💀 / #yukino vc: mansplain some more please. / #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ ABOUT. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ QUEUE.

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Fairy Tail (2014) episode 27: Yukino Aguria

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ MIRROR // YUKINO AGURIA. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ QUEUE.