[22:05:31] Genie | Shogo-a-gogo: ISNT IT WEIRD
[22:05:32] Genie | Shogo-a-gogo: THAT
[22:05:33] Genie | Shogo-a-gogo: ADAM
[22:05:35] Genie | Shogo-a-gogo: /ADAM/
[22:05:38] Genie | Shogo-a-gogo: IS SPEAKING TO
/GENESIS/
[22:05:39] Genie | Shogo-a-gogo: AHAHAH
[22:05:44] 狮子座。| Leo: oH MY G OD
[22:05:54] Genie | Shogo-a-gogo: screams biblical verse

etesiis:

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    Bᴜsʏ.

       A half-lie of o m i s s i o n; instantaneous. It is not her right to act as if everything is okay ( it is her fault, after all ) yet the least she can do is withhold what took place during her absence to preserve whatever it was they had. In such a similar line of thought other words are quick to try & mend it, mend them.

    I ᴡᴀs sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ. I’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ.

       Apologies offered forth, unsure of where attempted amends would take them —— did he remember, or is she merely a fool controlled by both emotions & avarice? How unlike her, she ruminates whilst digging ivory into ruddy tiers, still wrought with missing him for a reason she hesitates admitting.

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     Busy.

     Perchance he thought her lucky. With her mind set on auric trinkets, never mislead by the artful talk of breezy boughs that caught his eyes on summer morns. He lingered on aimlessly ever since his awakening. Hoping that reprieve could be found along the banks of some necromantic brook, above all that was soft and still and fair until the divinities would wave another command to have him bounding towards atonement. It were a wish. One that often morphed into a silent prayer spoken to the wild bowers that templed weary knees whilst lending their natural warmth, the odd reflection of forsaken friends rippling amidst the currents of streams and dew-steeped flora in the depths of his introspect. 

     She had a more tangible aim. One that must have her travelling, forever moving; mingling with the common folk whom should not remember his face.

    “There is no need to apologize.” He is too kind to her; too awfully, uncharacteristically kind to her when he feels that familiar pang that had rendered itself as a funeral song in the most callous chapters of his history. This time it springs forth with a chime. A beating that wakes an idle harp, stressed under tonal answers of solemnity rapped from the more pitiable drums of his core, a second-voice that rouses itself to scream of betrayals that reigned eternally within him. There were days, mirthless days, where he had wondered if she would return. If she had been so repulsed by what he was, becoming the only individual whom would deserve his sorrow, for all others were allowed to forsake him without any promise of tears. 

      He feared one thing now.

     ”With plenty of work, did you gain plenty of gil?” He aspires to mark his words with a blessedness that would veil his darkest verse, laying down a form far too lovely for the likes of a sinner— but he missed her far too much. 

ooc: Just a heads up that I’ll be a little slow this week. Busy things at work, motivation issues, and my longer (novella/multi-para) threads will probably be saved for the weekend— maybe. My writing is sort of all over the place because my head is all over the place, so yeah, gomenz

aseaofquotes:

Edan Lepucki, California

aseaofquotes:

Edan Lepucki, California

tagged as #musings #*a poet's sin

corruptionofheart:

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         ❝ —mn, he passed when I was young, b-but it’s okay.

                                          ( no it’s not. )

                           ❝ your eyes kinda look like his, too.

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      "Oh—? Eyes like mine?

     Eyes of winter; of sin and corruption. There were few outside Gaia whom would possess a gaze as equally radiant. Scintillating like the solemn hours of midnight, or alike the sparkling seas of the uttermost west; whose wayward breaths would coldly blow as the earth darkened all about them. In spite of their beauty however, these eyes were synthetic. Hand-crafted in the midst of micropipets and well-plates as if they were a new kingdom of divinity. The bunsen’s flame and the bleary flasks all part of an elaborate plan to create the perfect monster.

     And so for everything that had gone into his creation, from all that transpired over the nettling, rampageous episodes of his life, he would look with a sense of wonder that modifies his features with a docility not devoid of a degree of envy.

     Were his father subjected to the same? He doubted such.

     ”How interesting, but then I would be a little concerned if I were you. But no matter, I am sure he was a decent man.”

awake not to wine;

Loki;

      This were not Gaia, a voice says amidst helms of stone, alike blue spinels, as the daylight hours were long gone and a peculiar darkness sprung forth. He stands resolute, with a wing posed straight towards columns both liquid and not, whose wretchedness was written all over him in shades of black and faded scarlet. Aye— he does not fear the stranger path, nor does he tread shyly over embers not forged by his own hands, for he scorns all foreign implements that seek to tear his flesh apart; the craven ones and their great solicitude merely a laughable thing in the face of a warrior. 

If this were the distant past,
        his title may have bore more meaning.
        But what did such mean, in the bowels of nowhere?

corruptionofheart:

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         ❝ it just—-it looks a lot like my fathers.
                           you look a lot like him, actually.

    "Then your father must have been quite the dashing young fellow—
          but I digress;
 you speak forlornly, did he pass?”

corruptionofheart:

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         ❝ your hair——
                  it reminds me of someone.

     ”My individuality keeps slipping away—
                   who is it this time?”


you know, i was actually supposed to do this after i hit 1.5k but i’m slow and fuCK IT WE’LL DO IT LIVE. but anyway, i’m not going to get too mushy with this. this is supposed to be giving back to you incredible people, after all, but before i go on i’d just like to make a small shout out to a few select people. without you people, i would just not be here right now. whether or not you’ve been there for me ooc to listen to me whine, to be my drawing board for ideas or just for a good laugh, whether you’ve been a persistent presence in my ic ventures or just an ambient presence on my dash that continues to inspire me to keep moving forward, you’ve made a huge impact on my time here, and i need to thank you for that. 
                                  calisvol   |   dividia   |   edhelernil  |   emotiif   |   iimpius                                   kalosque | lambencies | mercwithoutxmirth | mkuundogo                                   praesaga  |  roboreus | singlasses | solemquis  |  svikinnar
i would also like to give a special shout out to reso—nate, megadrains and livingdexd. my tru urobros. my lil eggos. you three in particular — it feels like you’ve been here from the very beginning; even before i changed my url to ferociter (and we’re probably going back at least a year for that). you guys have continued to support and encourage me and keep me in your lives as a friend; you’ve constantly made this sometimes terrible place great for me, and most importantly, you haven’t let me give in. especially you, leaf. my patient zero — first follower ever. seriously, thank you all.
and now! without further ado! the actual giveaway! 
RULES
          must be following yours truly.  (and no sneaky          unfollows after   ——   this is celebrating the lil           nerds who got me here, after all)
          reblogs only.   no likes.   reblog as many times           as you want, tbh.   go nuts.
          roleplay blogs only, pretty please. ; v;
          for  some  of  the  prizes,  you  also  should  be           comfortable with letting me know your address.
          the  giveaway  ends  on    saturday the 13th of          september at midnight GMT.   winners  will  be           chosen   by   RNG   and   messaged  thereafter.
          be patient,    some prizes may not be dealt with          until the end of the month,    when  the   money          fairy comes.
          y’all gotta keep bein hella radical.
PRIZES
     1ST PRIZE —  £30  (~$50)  on whatever the hickity heck you want.                                      your   very   own    ASK  ME  ABOUT  MY  TRAGIC                                       BACKSTORY shirt.  a shiny fucking charizard card                                       (subject to status)   a super spangly custom theme.                                      a personal promo banner  that you can use as you                                       wish.   AND my eternal love and best friendship.  a                                      priceless gift,  i’m sure you’ll all agree. 8| 
     2ND PRIZE —  £15  (~$25)  on  whatever  the  frick  frack  you want.                                       your   very   own     ASK  ME  ABOUT  MY  TRAGIC                                        BACKSTORY shirt.  a personal promo banner that                                       you can use as you wish. AND my eternal love and                                       at least semi best friendship— what?    it’s the 2nd                                        prize it can’t be as good as the 1st prize omg.
     3RD PRIZE —  your   very   own      ASK  ME  ABOUT  MY  TRAGIC                                       BACKSTORY shirt.   a personal promo banner that                                       you can use as you wish and. meh. (i’m just kidding,                                       i’ll read you bedtime stories on skype or something)                                            

you know, i was actually supposed to do this after i hit 1.5k but i’m slow and fuCK IT WE’LL DO IT LIVEbut anyway, i’m not going to get too mushy with this. this is supposed to be giving back to you incredible people, after all, but before i go on i’d just like to make a small shout out to a few select people. without you people, i would just not be here right now. whether or not you’ve been there for me ooc to listen to me whine, to be my drawing board for ideas or just for a good laugh, whether you’ve been a persistent presence in my ic ventures or just an ambient presence on my dash that continues to inspire me to keep moving forward, you’ve made a huge impact on my time here, and i need to thank you for that. 

                                  calisvol   |   dividia   |   edhelernil  |   emotiif   |   iimpius
                                  kalosque | lambenciesmercwithoutxmirth | mkuundogo
                                  praesaga  |  roboreussinglasses | solemquis  |  svikinnar

i would also like to give a special shout out to reso—nate, megadrains and livingdexd. my tru urobros. my lil eggos. you three in particular — it feels like you’ve been here from the very beginning; even before i changed my url to ferociter (and we’re probably going back at least a year for that). you guys have continued to support and encourage me and keep me in your lives as a friend; you’ve constantly made this sometimes terrible place great for me, and most importantly, you haven’t let me give in. especially you, leaf. my patient zero — first follower ever. seriously, thank you all.

and now! without further ado! the actual giveaway! 

RULES
  •           must be following yours truly.  (and no sneaky
              unfollows after   ——   this is celebrating the lil
              nerds who got me here, after all)
  •           reblogs only.   no likes.   reblog as many times 
              as you want, tbh.   go nuts.
  •           roleplay blogs only, pretty please. ; v;
  •           for  some  of  the  prizes,  you  also  should  be
              comfortable with letting me know your address.
  •           the  giveaway  ends  on    saturday the 13th of
              september at midnight GMT.   winners  will  be 
              chosen   by   RNG   and   messaged  thereafter.
  •           be patient,    some prizes may not be dealt with
              until the end of the month,    when  the   money
              fairy comes.
  •           y’all gotta keep bein hella radical.
PRIZES

     1ST PRIZE —  £30  (~$50)  on whatever the hickity heck you want.
                                      your   very   own    ASK  ME  ABOUT  MY  TRAGIC
                                      BACKSTORY shirt.  a shiny fucking charizard card
                                      (subject to status)   a super spangly custom theme.
                                      a personal promo banner  that you can use as you 
                                      wish.   AND my eternal love and best friendship.  a
                                      priceless gift,  i’m sure you’ll all agree. 8|

     2ND PRIZE  £15  (~$25)  on  whatever  the  frick  frack  you want.
                                       your   very   own     ASK  ME  ABOUT  MY  TRAGIC 
                                       BACKSTORY shirt.  a personal promo banner that
                                       you can use as you wish. AND my eternal love and
                                       at least semi best friendship— what?    it’s the 2nd
                                       prize it can’t be as good as the 1st prize omg.

     3RD PRIZE  your   very   own      ASK  ME  ABOUT  MY  TRAGIC 
                                      BACKSTORY shirt.   a personal promo banner that
                                      you can use as you wish and. meh. (i’m just kidding,
                                      i’ll read you bedtime stories on skype or something)
                      
                      

eidolonsurvivor:

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IT’S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.

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    "— I feel so unattractive right now.
         Just stand a little further away.”

tagged as #ic; #crack; #YOU RUINED IT--
Track: Holding My Thoughts in My Heart
Artist: Nobuo Uematsu
Plays: 3,639

Holding My Thoughts in My Heart - Final Fantasy VII

Track: These Wet Feathers...
Artist: Downfall of Gaia
Plays: 261

nothingsoundsbetter:

"These Wet Feathers…" - Downfall of Gaia

Downfall of Gaia is an emerging crust band from Germany. This is off of a split with another up-and-comer, In the Heart of Emperors, a Swedish doom/sludge band. Both songs are sprawling, 20-minute sonic odysseys venturing over numerous terrains; the former with massive, earth-shaking walls of heavyness balanced with more drawn-out bridges of sound; the latter with more determined, paced, ethereal doom and post-rock. Downfall of Gaia also just released a full-length entitled Epos. I expect it is even more wondrous.

- Tyler Hanan

ten facts about you;

tagged by: singlasses
tagging: anyone idgaf

  1. One time I got my head stuck in a chair and I always use that story to cheer someone up when they think they’ve experienced the most embarrassing thing ever. You do not know humiliation, laddie.
  2. I am a black-belt of ITF Taekwon-Do and a one-time British Champion. I haven’t been to a championship for so long I’m lazy ok so of course I lost my title.
  3. I’m a professional, fully-employed motion graphics designer/VFX director so I make shit for your TVs.
  4. I have bigger-than-average knuckles I dunno why. It runs in the family.
  5. I won a poetry contest when I was like 7-years-old.
  6. I suffer an incurable neurological disorder called dystonia but don’t worry I’m still fab.
  7. I don’t have enough bookshelves for my books. Actually, I don’t even have a bookshelf in this house so they are all in columns and its annoying.
  8. I dislike it when someone kills a bug just because its there. So yeah, if you talk about squishing spiders and pouring salt on snails or whatever, prepare for me to go ham on you. 
  9. I’m wasting out of interesting facts.
  10. I’m really good at clay pigeon shooting?
Track: Seven Devils
Artist: Florence and the Machine
Plays: 313