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              HELLO THERE!! If you are ever so inclined please like/reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with an ORIGINAL CHARACTER with an ORIGINAL CANON! Their name is Arita, a deity from a mythical plane of existence simply dubbed The Motherland. Arita is a generally chipper deity with hidden woes and godlike abilities that are steadily developing. They have nine arms all adorned with different colored motifs that represent each branch of their power and psyche. Basic bio is over 12,000 words and there are headcanons constantly being created. irl and animated fcs available, verses in construction. Revamped from the blog Lightgiving originally created in the beginning of 2015. new blog est March 2017

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alright but

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WHAT !? THE LAND OF THE FREE !? 

            whoever told you that is your ENEMY ! 

►  an independent, selective henry russo (616) brought to you by MEL

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glory or wisdom? love or power? violin or piano? fire or water? air or earth? forest or river? black or white? left or right? heads or tails? theatre or cinema? give or take? dawn or dusk? gold or silver? art or music? morning or night? venus or mercury?

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( ‘ SPLOOGE MASTER ‘ ) 

prompto grimaces at the name alone, unable to at all understand how a group as full of shitty people as theirs hasn’t just imploded in on itself by now. but, all things considered, it looks like he and wrench are going to help them along with that process. ‘ you really know how to woo a guy, ’ he coos. so. yeah. maybe wrench make prom realize just how trigger happy he can be sometimes, but, you know, should probably be concerning, but

‘ —— yeah. you know, fuck it. let’s go fuck ‘em up. ’ 

  ‘ oh it’s going to be so much more than just fucking them up. we’re not only going to fuck hard, but we’re not cleaning any of our splooge . ‘  he motions his partially closed hand up and down rapidly, a winking face appearing on his display as patted his weapon on the side.  ‘ and this baby is gonna guarantee they don’t try to call us back in the morning. ‘

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A knife?? are you flirting with me?!

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>:3

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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doodled some wrench in ps

idk how to save any file in ps so sorry if its blurry lol

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pwease make me a mask like urs pwetty pwease

 ‘ thaaaaat’s gonna be a hard no. the cool mask thing is my gig, you can keep the whole furry convention look going though. ‘ 

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