blissfulanguish
My, my- Those eyes like fire
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blissfulanguish · 8 hours ago
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𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 & 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄; 𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 '𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂'.
change  pronouns,  tenses  and  other  details  as  deemed  necessary. &  please  specify  muse  when  sending  to  a  mumu.
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄
The  best  revenge  is  not  to  be  like  your  enemy.
The  best  revenge  is  living  well.
Unfortunately,  we're  all  out  of  'bitter  revenge'  at  the  moment,  so  it's  either  tea  or  nothing.
Revenge,  the  sweetest  morsel  to  the  mouth  that  ever  was  cooked  in  hell.
Revenge  may  be  wicked,  but  it’s  natural.
Tell  me,  Is  revenge  a  science,  or  an  art?
Beware  the  fury  of  a  patient  man.
Careful,  [Name].  You’re  ill-suited  to  the  revenge  game.
Revenge  is  not  sweet;  it  is  gloomy  and  a  waste  of  time.
Our  souls  may  be  consumed  by  shadows,  but  that  doesn't  mean  we  have  to  behave  as  monsters.
There  is  no  such  thing  as  justice,  all  the  best  that  we  can  hope  for  is  revenge.
Justice,  like  beauty,  is  in  the  eye  of  the  beholder.  Some  see  an  innocent  victim.  Others  will  see  evil  incarnate  getting  exactly  what's  deserved.
There  is  nothing  wrong  with  revenge.  The  wrong  has  already  been  done,  or  there  would  be  no  need  to  even  the  score.
𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
Let  the  flames  begin.
I  swore  on  my  knees  at  the  altar  where  you  held  me  that  I  would  kill  you. 
I  will  hurt  you  for  this.  I  don't  know  how  yet,  but  give  me  time. 
I  want  to  commit  the  murder  I  was  imprisoned  for.
And  you,  you  better  run  because  I'm  going  to  destroy  you  for  what  you've  taken  from  me.
I  will  write  your  name  in  the  ruin  of  them.  I  will  paint  you  across  history  in  the  color  of  their  blood.
If  someone  murders  your  child,  find  a  machete  and  take  his  head  off.
Revenge  is  what  I  want.  Nothing  but  pure  unadulterated  revenge. 
An  eye  for  an  eye  is  never  enough.  Never,  never,  never.
I  will  grind  your  bones  to  dust.
If  you  have  to  injure  someone,  then  make  it  so  severe  that  his  vengeance  need  not  be  feared.
The  hour  is  late,  and  the  time  for  forgiveness  has  passed.  This  is  the  hour  of  blood.
I  will  be  everywhere  you  look  but  nowhere  to  be  found  and  that  will  be  my  revenge.
I'm  going  to  carve  my  name  into  his  soul
You  don’t  have  any  reason  to  be  mad  at  me.  You  stole  my  life  and  I  stole  it  back.
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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He slowly repeats the name in his mind, silently mouthing out the syllables.
'Legato. Legato Bluesummers'.
A name. His name.
He can't help peering up at his savior from beneath the curtain of his hair, holding the cloak tightly around his body like a lifeline. He's completely in awe of him, to put it lightly. He's without a doubt the strongest person that Legato has ever seen. There's an air of danger about him, something almost untouchable. It reminded him of when he was allowed outside once and he'd spent nearly ten minutes trying to lure a cat over so he could pet it. Every step he took closer to the feline, it would calmly back away the same amount. Not angry or hissing, but aware of just how much distance it took to remain a hair's breadth out of his reach.
The cat simply looked at him impassively, flicking the tip of it's tail. That's how the Angel-maybe-Devil stared back at him, just the same strange and silently judgmental air of superiority. It was earned, to such a person, Legato was simply another pathetic weakling. He wanted to be stronger, hoped that maybe with enough time, he might learn.
"It's been three days. They only let me have water because... I tried to escape," he replies, that much he was aware of. He was also certain they'd only kept him hydrated because he would have died otherwise and then there'd be no one left to punish. No one left to torment.
Well, now they were dead. It was a shame that he couldn't have stayed longer to shove more pieces of glass and rebar into their eyes, but the brain could only function so long once removed from the rest of the body.
He hurries after the blonde, having to take more steps simply to keep up with his gait and stride.
"Who are you?"
He is brave enough to ask, though there's a reticence to be too vocal, as though he might be afraid of retaliation for prying.
Knives nearly recoils at the tears, the way his voice sounds when he answers. At the thought that he doesn't have a name. Why, he can't say.
(It's his eyes; they way they remind him of his brother, of looking in the mirror at himself. They shoot past every wall he's put up, every guard he's painstakingly built into iron defenses. It pisses him off.)
"Get up." He managed to survive Knives, somehow. If he's left here now, he'll likely die. Or be re-enslaved by the next group of humans to pass through the area. He'd made the mess, so he should probably take responsibility for it Knives supposed. A moment of deliberation, another glance at the child before he looks to the sky with a frown. The suns, specifically.
Humans needed protection from the suns, didn't they? Or they'd burn. Useless, no protection from the uv rays. A sigh, and his cloak slips from his shoulders to drop over the other's head with an annoyed sound.
"Legato, then. That'll be your name." Another flick of his eyes to the sky. Blue, a bright summer sky. Good enough.
"Legato Bluesummers. When's the last time you ate?"
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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How much did they get paid, he wondered. Guys that looked like mountains made out of muscle stalking around some fat, sweaty hog in a suit and stupid little hat. How much did they get paid to hit a kid whose head was probably smaller than the fist slamming into it. How did they sleep at night knowing what they did? On sheets made with double dollar bills and women's breasts for pillows, probably.
The mayor always liked to make threats about them, that whatever Hell on earth he was going through would be nothing if he was thrown to those men like a lamb leg at a pack of starving dogs. He almost wanted to talk back in those moments: Go ahead, shit-for-brains, do it. If they actually kill me in the process, then everybody wins.
It's always the anger and the regret he can feel more than the pain. He can't even feel it now, ignoring the blood streaking down his thighs and drying tacky as the sun bakes it into his dusky skin- Just holding his fingers tight against the thin laceration at the side of his neck.
He couldn't help gawking at the sheer level of destruction only one singular being had caused. Buildings laid to ruin like they had been no more than stacks of cards. Such power and effortless grace was nothing some mere human could accomplish.
Was this some kind of test? Maybe his rescuer was an honest to God Angel come to save him from his miserable existence.
Or maybe the blonde was the Devil and he was playing right into his hands.
"What's your name?"
The question snaps him back to the present, golden eyes widening slightly in shock that he was even asked. His gaze is quickly averted due to shame, hot tears of both relief and abject embarrassment welling at the corners of his eyes and threatening to spill down each gaunt cheekbone.
"I- I don't... have one. Sir," he adds quickly, his mouth suddenly as dry as the desert sands, tongue leaden and clumsy.
@blissfulanguish || i gave a singular fuck once
Finding the child still alive had been unexpected; Knives had been sure that he'd killed everything living within the city fortress. Bar the worms, he'd been careful not to spear any of them on his blades. Zazie wouldn't have appreciated it if he had.
But somehow...
He scowled, taking in their appearance and the shackles. Slave child, then. Not the first he'd encountered, but they were usually dead by the time he finished clearing out the trash.
(They had the same eyes as his brother when he'd crashed the ships, Knives noted distantly. For that, he'd let them live.)
"What's your name?"
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐
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he just loves getting an after murder snackie
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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Mun Vs. Muse!
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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Let’s crawl on the earth in hatred I, inferior as a human, am a corpse Don’t touch me by any means In this state, my heart is eaten away Before I knew it, it was the hottest time of the year Sadly, I had lost my place to return to All torn up, ah… how cruel Brutes have no sincerity I acted like a good person and I somehow seemed like them I want to tear them limb from limb, and that’s really like me
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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Trigun RP Masterlist!
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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————      𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   :  Legato Bluesummers
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒) :  Blue freak, Blueballs, Bluebell (thank you, Wolfwood RPers...)
╳   𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.
moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive  |  paranoid  |  liar  |  impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  |  greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive  |  spiteful  |  stubborn  |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  |  absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive  |  childish  |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical  |  cruel  |  depressed  |  deranged  | egotistical  |  envious  |  insecure  |  insensitive  |  lustful  |  delinquent  |  guilt complex  |  reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive
♔   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.
honest  |  trustworthy  |  thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave  |  patient  |  selfless  |  ambitious  | tolerant  |  lucky  |  intelligent  |  confident   |  focused  |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  | observant  |  wise  |  clever |  charming  |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive  |  adaptive | calm  |  protective  |  proud  |  diligent  |  considerate  |  compassionate  |  good sportsmanship |  friendly  |  empathetic  |  passionate  | reliable  |  resourceful  |  sensible  |  sincere |  witty  | funny
🖌   𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.
art  |  acting  |  astronomy  |  animals  |  archery  |  sports  |  belly dancing |  bird watching  |  blacksmithing  |  boating  |  calligraphy  |  camping  |  candle making  |  casino gambling  |  ceramics  |  racing  |  chess  |  music  |  cooking  |  crochet  |  weaving  |  exercise  |  swordplay |  fishing  |  gardening  |  ghost hunting  |  ice skating  |  magic  |  engineering  |  building  |  inventing  |  leather-working  |  martial arts  |  meditation  |  origami  |  parkour  | people watching |  swimming  |  puppetry  |  pyrotechnics  |  quilting  |  reading  |  collecting  |  shopping  |  socializing  |  storytelling  |  writing  |  travelling  | dancing  |  singing
tagged by: stole it from @flosalatus
tagging: be gay, do crimes
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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The way verdant eyes light up at the sight of him and that goofy smile that's all brilliant ivory flashing in a ray of sunlight is enough to make his heart skip a beat (he'd kill himself later out of abject embarrassment). Even the ridiculous pet name can't stop him from pushing away from the wall he was leaning against to try and meet Vash halfway through the market hustle and bustle.
"Festival coming up, so people want to prepare..." he explains with a light shrug, nervously tugging at the swooping curve of one of the longer strands of hair framing his face. He can't even recall the last time they'd sent him to a barber to get trimmed, as that was his main selling point. Still, he sometimes wishes he could do something a little... different than the norm. This was probably about the only time he's ever fretted about his appearance at all.
"I have not, actually. Do you want to request something?" he inquires, smirking at the other male, silently wondering if Vash had a favorite animal (he seemed like a dog person).
His smiles fades as he notices the careful way in which the other holds himself, as though favoring a side of his body. Then there's the strange mark around his neck- Panic courses through him like ice freezing in his veins. Had Vash been attacked by members of the syndicate?
"Did something happen to you?" he asks worriedly, trying to peer at the blonde's sloping neck.
"Were you attacked on your way here? Did they have tattoos?"
It would make sense if he'd been careless and the way he's been moping about like some fisherman's widow staring out at sea, if someone had noticed his companionship with Vash... and clearly didn't approve of the obvious lack of money lining their pockets.
He couldn't help but wonder if this was all some kind of act Vash engaged in to make himself feel better. Taking time out of his responsibilities to visit and lavish him with sweets, all in exchange for little more than a smile and friendly conversation- It was strange, to say the least. At the same time, he absolutely craved the social interaction, so maybe he could play along for now.
It was one of the few things he actually had to look forward to.
As soon as their eyes meet across the crowd, Vash’s face splits into a wide, radiant grin.
“Gato!”
He raises one arm high over his head to wave enthusiastically and instantly regrets it as a sharp pain follows. He winces and lowers his hand more carefully though the smile barely slips, too overjoyed to see his friend than to be bothered much by the healing gunshot wound in his shoulder. It hadn’t been a clean shot and the caliber was bigger than average, so even with the enhanced rate he tended to heal at, Vash is still recovering more slowly than he’d prefer. And of course, it didn’t help that the altercation had been fairly recent.
That’s part of the reason why he’d chosen this city to hide out in. News from the outside world always seemed a little longer than usual to reach this city and he suspect- hopes rather, that it’s the case this time as well. Maybe there were better, farther options, but a larger and more selfish part of him wanted to see Gato again. Too much time has passed since his last visit and he wouldn’t be surprised if his friend is at least a little put out with him. Given the way that small, warm smile freezes Vash can already foresee that might be the case. He will just have to cross that bridge when he gets to it, opting now to squeeze himself through the flow of traffic to reach the younger boy.
The cheesecake is kept cradled to his chest and he twists this way and that to avoid it getting squashed during his efforts. This earns him a few dirty looks as he bumps into various individuals, but some of the mass parts for him and he eventually manages to come to a stop in front of his friends, only slightly out of breath.
“Phew! It sure is busy this morning. Is it some kind of holiday?” He glances down briefly to confirm the state of his cake box and then looks back at Gato, expression eager and just a touch anxious. An angry red line along the circumference of his neck peeks out over the collar of his coat as he looks past his friend at the display of sugar being spun and stretched behind him. He whistles his approval.
“Wow, that’s amazing. Have you tried it?”
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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Me drafting my replies on this blog like
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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💛 our muses’ relationship  [ @blissfulanguish ]
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💙 LeVash ❤️
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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anyone wanna recommend legato a therapist?
[close ups under cut]
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look at his beautiful jaundice-full anime girl eyes <33
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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This is the consecration Forbidden revelation So revel in the sweet sensation Stop for a moment, and play then Look up and pray to heaven, Say your peace or forever hold your…
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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gung-ho-dogs/ eye of canine 🐾 (courtesy of knives)
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?
medea
you are medea from from the argonautica by apollonius and medea by euripides. you are ambitious, ruthless, and unforgiving in getting what you want, and unapologetic in your self-preservation. the truth is, you have let your romantic ideals get the better of you before, and time and time again you have had to relearn how to build up those walls and thorns that guard it. the only person who can protect you is yourself, and you have learned that the hard way. sometimes stoking that fire of hate and anger in your heart hurts more than whatever you're fighting against.
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blissfulanguish · 1 year ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)
→     𝐈 .    GENERAL
❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .
→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST
❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .
→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE
❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .
→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT
❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].
→     𝐕 .    NSFW
❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .
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