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guardiansuggestion:
I don’t care if I get hurt, I will protect you with all of my might no matter the cost.
You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.
Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)
my dudes i live
I do not fear death. To fear death is to fear the inevitable, the unavoidable. To fear death is to fear breathing, for every breath we take brings us closer to our demise. No — what I fear, more than anything, is death without purpose; without meaning.
to die as if i had never lived | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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growling-suggestion:
Remember when you were a hero? Now your hands are covered in blood and your arms are scarred and your eyes are tired. Let yourself rest.
it’s been literally two weeks but i love d/&d
❛ concept: it is a quiet summer morning. warm sunlight and cool, crisp air stream through my open window. my room is heavy with the smell of flowers, vines, grass, and growth. the only sounds are of bees outside, a gentle wind chime, and my own steady, deep breathing. / autoplay enabled. do not reblog to personals.
anne carson sentence starters.
quotes are all taken from various poems and essays by the queen of aesthetes, anne carson. feel free to change pronouns/add things/etc if needed.
‘ you are not a god. ’
‘ we begin in the dark and birth is the death of us. ’
‘ now you’ve crowned yourself one final perfect time. ’
‘ [ name ] was a monster. everything about him was red. ’
‘ what are we made of but hunger and rage? ’
‘ i finally decided that understanding isn’t what grief is about. ’
‘ honey is the sleep of the just. ’
‘ it is perilous to live past the end of your myth. ’
‘ you remember too much. ’
‘ when i desire you a part of me is gone. ’
‘ humans in love are terrible. ’
‘ under the seams runs the pain. ’
‘ men know almost nothing about desire. ’
‘ sex is a substitute, like money or language. ’
‘ what is the holiness of conversation? ’
‘ —you burn me. ’
‘ i ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way. ’
‘ sometimes i just want to stop seeing. ’
‘ we’re all mortal, you know. ’
‘ i am the shape you made me. filth teaches filth. ’
‘ why does tragedy exist? ’
‘ you’re a beauty. ’
‘ madness and witchery are conditions commonly associated with the female voice. ’
‘ it made me merciless. ’
‘ desire is no light thing. ’
‘ i do not exist. there is nothing left. ’
‘ gods are stubborn. so am i. ’
‘ we had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal. ’
‘ i am someone who did not die when i should have died. ’
‘ why are you so in love with things unbearable? ’
‘ everything can collapse. ’
‘ someone will remember us. even in another time. ’
‘ my mind is burning. ’
‘ each night, about this time, he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing. ’
‘ love does not make me gentle or kind. ’
‘ i can give you reasons not do die. ’
‘ passivity is killing her. ’
‘ they are victims of love, many of them. ’
‘ he is a young god. ’
‘ you touch my soul, you pain my mind. ’
‘ it’s something of a cliché to say that we all think we’re monsters. ’
‘ i fear your sorrows make your tongue grow wild. ’
‘ it’s what they call ‘ecstasy’. ’
‘ a man who can’t die is no tragic hero. ’
‘ i want everything. ’
‘ it was like a beautiful dance where your partner turns and stabs you to death. ’
‘ to survive you need an edge. ’
‘ girls are cruelest to themselves. ’
‘ we are dust. ’
bonus! further quotations from award-winning poet and author anne carson:
‘ i am a philosopher of sandwiches. ’
‘ pilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing, which was on fire. ’
‘ english is a bitch. ’
‘ i wish i were two dogs. then i could play with me. ’

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rosiemonomi:
guys bein’ dudes!!
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" HEY! birthday boy! " boldly the glaive goes up to the shield - face already flush a feint red - then pressing lips to the other's cheek. nyx just stands there awkwardly afterwards.
@glaiv
sudden shout— were he not familiar with the voice he’d turn with sword and hackles raised, never one to take a day off when a shield is never resting. yet he does, recognition softening harshness, slowing the turn on heel to something leisurely, unhurried; would he’d rather that the day passes without acknowledgement, allowed to slip wordless into tomorrow, but companions appear to be loathe to such a possibility.
not entirely disliked, mind you. met with amused exasperation if nought else, a resigned acceptance towards the quips and joking no doubt wont to grace his ears, and he expects it from nyx all the same. imagine the surprise then, towards sudden softness, tenderness of lips brushing feather light against the height of a scarred cheek that tempts rose to blossom bright across tanned skin.
simper blooms in the following moment of silence. gaze wanders the ground, aimless before settling unwavering on the man before him and accompanied by a calloused hand ruffling through unbraided locks with unabashed affection. ❛ and here i was getting my hopes up you’d take me for dinner. ❜
" happy birthday, gladiolus. " she gives him a cupcake and a party hat. but he can only eat the cupcake while wearing the party hat.
@nilnox
❛ thanks— ❜ teasing stretches chapped lips with vigour. it is, after all, his day to be pandered to, whims heeded regardless ( though he won’t act on idiosyncrasies, allow himself selfishness and the dazzling glare of spotlight ), and such should fall to how he chooses to take sweet offering from her. a birthday surely puts him above the oracle’s dominion, status higher than that of royalty itself— and oh, how a tempered facade cracks with rolling laughter, bright teeth and brighter eyes, condemning look thrown ti the pointed hat so gleefully handed over.
❛ tell you what, ❜ a compromise, seeing as his sweet tooth isn’t demanding fulfilment this very second. ❛ i’ll wear the hat; if you can reach to put it on yourself. ❜ don’t be expecting him to make it easy.
newlycrownedsuggestions:
I want to be your shield.

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ghirenze:
“ NO WAY ! ” seems such a small thing in comparison to what dino knows the group has been through . from danger to danger in the thralls of the worst , and yet that is the truth . something that happened prior to their trip , dino thinks , and yet something he would put all the gil in his pocket on to be just as IMPRESSIVE as his earlier guess . “ — y’gotta tell me ‘bout it now . no take backs . ”
such is fortunate that he is a man oft true to his word, never one for hasty retreats or backtracking ( despite the abundance of dancing around a topic ). he nods compliance, warmed by unabashed enthusiasm that exists untainted by the quips so grown used to, settles forward until elbows meet bent knees with mouth a beckoning smile for such an intrepid tale. ❛ wouldn’t dream of it. ❜ not when hopes have been raised skywards. ❛ it was back in insomnia. me n’noct were out one night and this guy— pisshead— decides he wants to pull a knife on the crown prince. i dunno if he was just plain stupid or if he knew exactly what he was doing, but i did my job. ❜
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JUST HOLD ON / CLOSED! @shieldbound
nyx was as surprised as anyone else when gladiolus had come back unannounced, baring new scars that raised some concern to the glaive. but, he doesn’t fuss about outwardly, the shield wasn’t a child, he didn’t need to be coddled and cared for like one either. but damnit if he didn’t worry, it was in his nature to feel as such, looking at gladiolus as if he were one of the last people to exist on eos. and for the sake of dramatics (especially with all that’s happened), it might as well feel that way. he wants gladiolus safe, unharmed ; it does not befit the role of king’s shield. it aches nyx’s heart from that knowledge –––– but such is LIFE.
icy-blue eyes say more than what nyx could ever express when he looks at the shield, but not uttering a single syllable. he sees those scars, and he is reminded of the one he has within his left arm, along with both sides of his face, and down his neck. forever permanent, unyielding in it’s consequences of heroism. a reminder of his brashness, his arrogance,his mistakes –––– oh, but he’d do it all over again. if it meant to give a future to those that should be able to see it? he would sacrifice himself a THOUSAND more times. perhaps that is gladiolus’ reasoning ; for scars that are reminders of consequences –– so mistakes are never made again. to become stronger.
the crew had decided to stick within lestallum for the night, taking rest at the leville (much to noctis’ approval). the town was so beautiful at night –– it was amazing how it all stood together, all by a single meteorite. as to why nyx was still up? well… it was hard to sleep nowadays. too many thoughts that came at once, too many memories that haunted his dreams –– and that damn ARM was giving him trouble again. it wasn’t as frequent as it was within the first week of having it, he supposed that it was fair considering the toll. but now? nyx just wanted some damn peace… and the lucii were giving NONE of that.
gladiolus had accompanied the glaive not too long ago, looking out into the starry night –– how astonishing it was. he didn’t even realize how close they were until nyx reaches for shield’s hand, careful as to not make anything weird ; it’s his LEFT hand after all. scarred, but it has healed –– mostly, at least. it held a sort of gentleness with all his calouses burned away, feeling over roughened, course knuckles (albeit, barely, nerves are tremendously damaged). he wondered if gladiolus ever felt lonely going out there by himself, if he ever felt fear within the vastness, ever worried about his OWN LIFE. he never asks these questions out loud… they did not need to be expressed, not right now anyway.
and how good it felt to be close like this, where their eyes were distracted by the sights ; as their hearts are distracted by their touch. fingers whisper unsaid words, nyx’s head turning to finally look away from stars –– and now into eyes that stare back at him. breath is stuck within his throat, finding it hard to say anything when they’re like this. real smooth, ulric –– real smooth. but he does not waver, he does not move away, rather leans in close… his lips twitch, and they haven’t even touched yet.
no –––– it’s too much. it’s too much and it aches nyx’s heart.
face is flushed red, going along ears and down neck, his heart thrumming within his chest. it’s too much, and he can’t continue with what he aimed for. it’s too much but he wants –– he craves –– he so desperately needs. perhaps… another day. so he settles to rest his forehead against shield’s chest, where a scar had been embedded into his flesh ; it is a reminder of consequences, of a past life where he had made mistakes. he bares them in reminder to never make these mistakes again, to become stronger for all he protects. nyx can relate to that… that is what TERRIFIES him the most.
please, don’t let him die. he’d beg to the astrals. do not take him –––– he deserves so much more than what he was told. and he wishes he could say those words to gladiolus.
perhaps another day.