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UR SWEET CONSIDERING I’VE ONLY SENT U ONE (1) ASK ABT BREAD

“  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  do not hurt me so ;    it is that i will die being painted by the stain of hatred as something that i am not.      a lack of liberty and the most basic commodities of respect:  that is the greatest pain a prisoner may have.   ”  

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗   ⇢   @unfaeyh​

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ your protection is based on the fact that people are scared of you. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

   That was so... simpleminded it was nearly enough to put her to sleep. Who were these people he even referred to? Most of HUMANITY didn’t even know she existed — sure, some of them might fear the concept of the Devil, of Hell, and everything in between. But that didn’t protect her at all. If he meant demons, well... some of them probably were. But all of them were too WEAK to lay a hand on her, even if they joined forces.

The Sword and the Stone Starter Meme | accepting

"Knowledge, wisdom, thats the real power." // for tailtiu @unfaeyh​

“And is that what you have come here seeking, Prince Nuada?” She and her sister were understandably wary of Balor’s children. True they were just as much children of Danu as they and all the other gods of the Keltoi. But the court of Avalon had always favored the more subtle arts. 

'   𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝚃𝙾   -   𝙰𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈  𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃   -   𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻  𝙼𝙴  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚁𝚄𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴  𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴?   '   reputation,   reputation   ---   a  stained  glass  ripe  with  the  smudges  of  dirty  fingers   (   and  it  is  not  an  easily  cleaned  glass,   for  he  has  poured  water  upon  it,   and  scoured  it  with  rubble  and  rocks,   and  burned  away  at  the  fine  glass   ).   what  rumours  had  stained  his  name  this  time?   IN  ANOTHER  TOWN  OTHER,   THEY  HAD  CLAIMED  HE  SLEPT  WITH  THE  MAYOR'S  DAUGHTER   ---   a  pretty  slip  of  a  blonde  with  wide  eyes  and  a  natural  draw  to  danger   (   always  something  about  the  quiet  ones   ).   three  towns  before  that,   a  farmer  had  become  enraged  at  alastor,   accusing  him  of  stealing  sheep  and  planting  doubt  between  the  village  wives.   ON  AND  ON  THE  STORIES  GO   (   ...   )   and  perhaps  there  is  some  truth  buried  in  each  tale.   '   i  must  know  what  i'm  getting  into  before  i  take  you  to  my  rooms.   '

DIR EN GREY starters !  ✿  accepting. @unfaeyh​  has whispered:   ❝ I am alone. ❞

A SPECTRUM OF RED PIGMENTS, with neither blacks or whites in the extremities: her mother tongue does not speak in kindness as much as it does not speak in hatred, for it is a language birthed and then sired by all those emotions in-between that burn bright and devour everything. This is why Ahri is genuinely foreign to the raw concept of compassion and is, instead, solely capable of feigning it through gentle touches and honeyed nothings   ───   His words, however, do not fall ‘pon deafened ears and thus incite her to emphasize with him, with the perennial cold within his ribcage, with the awareness of being vacant and fragmentary and thoroughly LOVELESS. If they are both victims to LONELINESS, then would it be really that wrong to outstretch her hand towards him  ? 

@unfaeyh​ asked for                          Feyre !