under revamp.

ill b moving blogs bc this blog is just messy @ this point despite havin like 10 posts KJHJDSKJFS anw ! ill post an update soon for my boy but yh ! he’s under a permanent hiatus until further notice <3

hello ic yall ranting abt ur charas so heres mine

               listen,,,,,,

               canines   flashed.   he   grins:   blossom lips curving,   accompanied with the dimpling of cheeks.          ‘     yeah,   well,   too bad i’m not your  regular   guy.     ’          a feral glint,   canting in beaming light across pale skin.   the mark of a boy in sparks.   sacrosanct,   prideful scourge at the pit of his gut as gaze traces over the other,   almost   pryingly   as he leans forward.          ‘     i dunno.   just   curious,   ‘s all.   say,   why can’t   normal   people be here?     ’

hnstly real talk i cant decide if he’d try and make money off selling sweets  /   confectioneries in general bc ukno since he could hyper sweeten plain water through his transmutation nen ability and etc ?? or just work at like a skate shop or be a model bc binch he changes his outfits like what 2 times per episode and manages to look good all the time JKDKFJG

               ‘     right.     ’          it   didn’t   take   long   until   claws   were wrapped tight around beating heart,   pulsating under the light;   it drops down to fall next to heel pressed on dead man’s throat.    as lovely as he is deadly.   feral in his beauty.   grace in putrid molds.   they made him into violence,   a war   -   ground.   his bones   /   his skin   /   they have all turned to ash.   saccharine lips marred by bitter strands that webbed his face,   blood   -   splattered fingers now raised,   leaving streaks on his face where skin seeps through the congealing reds and blacks.   a lilt,   he lets a grin surface:   the glint of alabaster teeth striking.          ‘     stick to the plan then,   softie.     ’

               ‘     we   start   with   stars   in   our   eyes.   we start believing that we   belong   but every sun doesn’t rise and   no   one   tells you where you went   wrong.     ’          /   @fawkesed.

               his   eyes   would   spark   with   childlike   delight.   startling blue,   he laughs,   a strikingly boyish sound   /   humane   sound,   like gold,   like fire,   a hymn to fallen gods.   arms would rise up,   wrapping themselves idly against slender neck.          ‘     cool   --   do that again?     ’          /   @scarlctta.

               he   is   deadly   even   in   blood   and   carnage.   feral grace abundant in the curves of his face as he smiles with too much teeth,   striking white against the reds staining his skin.          ‘     if that’s how you feel,   i’ll   kill   him for you.   it’s no big deal,   y’know.     ’          /   @shoichin.

               ‘     ..   sorry,   ’          apology died on ashen tongue,   putrid and rotting.   question.   why is he so incapable of trusting others to make things work?   why is he so willing to put his life on the line,   over and over again for people,   viewing his own demise as the only way out of any given situation?   answer.   he lets silence fill his lungs.   to see past the forcefulness in his grin is mere child’s play,   with faux apathy cutting through malleable chest:   but what   else   could he have done?          ‘     look,   nothing   happened,   alright?   i was just caught up in a   fight;   there’s literally   nothing   to worry about.     ’          /   @bornfor.