#imitorisus

[     𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝟹 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴     ]:     @imitorisus​.

                    𝙷𝙴   𝙸𝚂   𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙵𝙻𝚈   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙻𝙴𝙳   𝙱𝚈   𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳  ,          but it comes from initial instinct          (     the face of a mouse,   but the words taste like bile on his tongue.     ).          what leaves the other’s mouth inspires a smile that washes away,   a thing that becomes bright in reign before the fall of this smile     —     watercolor  on  a  person.     &     of course,   selfish thoughts often bounce around his head,   but it still accompanies the whitened base of instruction     ;     he can be just as dark as he is light,   if he allowed himself to be.          [      𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳  𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙻𝚈  𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙸𝙵  𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝙰  𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  ?     ]          :     he wants to think this without doubt,   but it encompasses within his own certainty.     his body is a contradiction that keeps itself hidden     ;     his body is a contradiction he will not allow his friends the dejection.     but within a body of opposition,   he learns to blame himself,   learns to take responsibility for a cowardice that touches his own lips     ---     never blood -- soaked,   never without good intention.     /     but that single road of sin   is  entirely  made  up  of  it     :      𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 - 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳, 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂.     so he could apologize,   but the sound of it only resounds within his head.

                    𝙷𝙴   𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂   𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴   𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳   𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚂  .          it’s a sincere creature made up of hope,   whatever that hasn’t been washed out of the world.          ❛     i don’t--  as much as i used to,   it’s not my entire fault.     ❜          wholly,   he wouldn’t allow the blame a terrible sin of his own,   there had to be another     ;     &     there was another,   who’s name sticks to the back of his throat like the guilt of the sun,   but that guilt won’t always be his own,   won’t always haunt him in the conversations that follow before slumber.     BUT  HE  WON’T  SPEAK  THIS  ALOUD.     through his smile,   there’s a flicker of an ache,   but he allows this as well as he allows his smile     ---     he’s never been one to divert less than adverse actions.     /     if this is the upturn of his lips,   this is easily genuinity,   easily sincerity.

      there is no doubt that over the years, crowley has become rather unaffected by most things —— including very graphic details to which would make a human squirm. he has been one to face bloody battle fields, and many other aspects of life that most of humanity doesn’t go through within the short lifespan. however, as a vampire, he is also introduced to aspects to where he doesn’t fully agree. such as the idolizing of child’s blood. does he agree it tastes good? yes. does he like drinking child’s blood? not really. — along with that, even after many years, he still has almost his code of honor with him, he doesn’t find the acts of betrayal very appealing; and will show almost genuine distaste for actions that involve betraying a friend or a comrade. he is also, greatly repulsed by demons, or beings who he calls “monsters”, an example being of saito, when first seeing him, crowley almost instantly held negative feelings towards his sire ( to whom he’s never met ) or rather, he finds it greatly unsettling of people with this high of power above everyone else.

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PHOENIX . *            this   positive   lil   thing   goes   out   to  : 

@decernimus :          dakota ,     you   absolute  angel .       i  can  not   say   often  enough    how   amazing ,    talented     &     beautiful   you   are   as   a  person ,     friend   and   writer .      you   instantly   made   me   feel    safe     &      like   i   can   be   myself   with   you .       you   make   me   feel   welcomed   &    cared    for    whenever   we   talk .      you   have   that    trait   to   you    that    you  make   people   feel    good ,    loved   whenever    you   speak   to   them     &    i   adore   it   so   much .       dear  ,      you’re   truly   such  a   gift    to   this   world .      on  top  of   that   you’re   INSANELY   talented   and   i  am  so   in  awe    when  i   read    your   replies ,       see   your   prose   and   how   you   use   words  . .   just   wow .     your   flow   is   so   beautiful   &    i     ADMIRE    you   so   fucking    much .

@iskariotes / @kaizerflames :           kai ,      mah   heart . .  mah   soul .         i   still   don’t   know   what   i   did   to   deserve   you .           not   only   are   you   one   of   the   most    supportive   people   i’ve   ever   met ,      you’re   simple   also   one   of   the   kindest .       i  am   blessed   to   have   you   as   a   friend    &    writing    partner .          you   truly   are   someone   i   am   looking   up   to   tbh  &    feel    safe   with .   you’re   always   there   for   me   whenever   i   am   not   so   well . .    and  i   can’t   stress   enough    how    grateful   i   am   for   this   &    you   as  a   person .     you’re   such  a   light   in   my   life    and    just   talented   as   fuck .      you    breathe   so   much   life   into   your   muses     &    your   prose / wordplay   is     BREATHTAKINGLY    beautiful . 

@imitorisus / @serirosea :           nita ,     my   dear ,         my   sweet   princess .   you’re   such   a   joy   to   be   around     &      have   around .     you   make  people   around   you   feel    so    loved   and   cared   for …         you’re   just    such  a       sunshine     and      light .       also  you’re  one   of   the   most   amazing   &    invested    writers    i’ve   ever   met .             with   every   post   you   write  ,      you   share   so   many   colors   of   your   muses .      you   also   spread   so   much   love    &     make   me   feel    safe .         so   many   people   simply   adore  you   for   your    headstrong      &     fair / caring   self ,     dear .   including  me .     you   give  us   all   the   feeling   that   you’re   looking   out   for   us .    thank   you   so  so   much .       you’re    ABSOLUTELY     beautiful . 

   Moonlight reflected off of white fur as the great beast remained at guard over his master. Sharp blue eyes monitored the surroundings, tall tip twitching now and again while listening to the sounds of the broken world around them. Byakkomaru would not allow anything to inflict harm upon Shinya, human, demon, or vampire, or anything else for that matter. 

   It wasn’t uncommon for Byakkomaru to manifest outside the weapon, but many times (now included), he remained visible only to Shinya’s eyes. It was an abnormal characteristic of the demon, to manifest outside his weapon, but the tiger demon was already a strange demon on multiple fronts.

]:      𝙸𝙳𝙺  𝙸𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴   .          @imitorisus​.

                    𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙲𝚈     𝙸𝚂     𝙽𝙾𝚃     𝙰     𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈   .          the sound that scrapes his tongue,   word that hisses in incomplete laughter.     he finds this tasteless,   bloody thing that should taste like metallic guilt     ;     he  fosters  this  thing  without  a  name     —     he builds this soundless weeping to a shattering sky,     &     that is how he knows it stays.     HOW  COULD  IT  FALL  WHEN  IT  HAD  BEEN  PLACED  IN  THIS  GLASSY  ACHE     ;     how could a god  pluck this from his own fingers     &     tell it a wrong to deceive.     he will devour this softness,   something terrible     &     brave altogether pouring from unopened skin     —     he thinks it means that his body is full,   his mind choking back an ungodly red that have become a part of his wants.     &     he remembers his friends.          &     HE  REMEMBERS  HOW  THEY’D  HATE  FOR  HIM  TO  HIDE  THIS  BITTER,   BILEOUS  THING  SURROUNDING HIS  HEART.          though,   this is brought with a smile,   a light that wavers inside of his mouth before it boils in the hollow of his teeth.     /     he wants this vivid color to remain,      &     he wants to remind himself that this weight is nothing a child should carry without many hands,   but he’s already made this judgement as the god of this world had sent it     :      𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴  𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽  𝙰  𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳.     𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽.          &    this is,   instead,   the reminder drilled into this world shifting under a child’s feet     —     this is,   instead,   the reminder carved into this feral creature of a memory.

                    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂     𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂     𝙰     𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙺     𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙳𝚈   .          or any tragedy.     whether a hero faces an evil is irrelevant when the end is a man with teeth,   the hand needed outstretched with acid revelations.     the holy book has crumbled into a black light ratio that never creates enough light.     the light is made of a fabric that stains all too easy,   a never-ending god that touches your mouth like the words that leave it.     the sky stretches over the words,   stretches over the way he folds inward to himself     ---          [     WHEN   THE   HAND   RUFFLES   HIS   HAIR,   HE   FEELS   WATER   AT   HIS   THROAT.     ]          it is as though taunt is a synonym of a dynamic poured from his tongue,   as though skin is an artificial canvas.     his eyes are saucers of puzzle pieces,   sheer glances of an uncut veil,   so painfully human in the eyes of the effect of a careless god.     his hands almost beg for the contact once more     ;     yoichi could weep at the sweep of affection that feels like a childish sermon he’s plead to twine between his fingers.     it’s water that runs behind his eyes,   the very spit that dribbles from an infant’s mouth     ---     it is the way it comes innocently,   comes without a spur of affection.     /     this hand has been a gift received graciously,   a gift that cries before it chokes on the bile that comes at the gag reflex.          ❛     a - ahh,   thank you.     i can do better,   i will     !     ❜