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Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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The young boy plopped down on his rump, disoriented, dizzy, and nearly drowning in an over-sized black coat. His little hand was clutching a wooden sword.

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I just want to say, my muse and I don't really operate in a linear fashion. So if there's ever a thing you want to do, but you're like "crap, but that wouldn't be for years and years," fear not. I will jump around time like an over-excited bunny rabbit. Threads can happen at all kinds of different times. I have to put up with enough linear thinking in everyday life. Seriously.

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The young boy plopped down on his rump, disoriented, dizzy, and nearly drowning in an over-sized black coat. His little hand was clutching a wooden sword.

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welp, gonna hop on to my other blogs now. i still have a lot of replies to finish so you likely won’t see me for a while. later, guys!

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The Seer

The Viking Ask Meme

The Seer: And my muse will tell yours something they fear or hope for their fate

“I would hope for you to gain more power, of course…” His eyes glinted. “So I could absorb all of it from you too.” There was only enough room for one king here.

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timeforalittlereb3llion:

“The humans’ lives are their own. It isn’t your choice to make. They didn’t cause all this, we did. And I’ll protect them from you if I have to.” The sigil burned between his shoulderblades as Rebellion phased into existence upon his back. “I think you can make time.” The blade glinted as he drew it from his back, his hand gripping the hilt tightly. The distorted sound of his once - brother’s voice sent a chill up his spine. Fuck this. He never wanted any of this.

In a burst of movement, Dante closed the distance between the two of them, his blade swinging wide.

Vergil surged forward, meeting him with a clash of blades. Sparks sizzled. A metallic ring echoed in the dark warehouse. In that few seconds of bright flurry, his form had changed: His hands took on a luminescent blue glow, his hair wild and swept back. Veins were visible on his skin, crawling outward from the corners of his eyes. 

His face impassive, Vergil broke his parry in a twist of movement, leaving the tip of his blade to drag across the floor as he regained some distance between them. 

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Based on what you know about my muse, give them a gift through the ask!

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Vikings Ask Meme

Send me:

Ragnar: And my muse will reveal a hidden ambition to yours

Lagertha: For my muse saving yours in battle

Athelstan: My muse will admit something they feel conflicted about to yours

Aslaug: One of our muses is pregnant and claiming that the other is the father

Bjorn “Ironside”: For my muse shaken after their first battle

Kalf: For my muse to betray yours

Harbard/The Wanderer: For my muse passing through your muses's town, singing for their supper.

The Seer: And my muse will tell yours something they fear or hope for their fate

Queen Kwenthrith: For my muse to try to seduce yours

Siggy: My muse trying to make yours see reason

King Horik: Our muses are enemies

Arne: For my muse mourning a friend

Leif: My muse making a sacrifice for yours

Earl Haraldson: My muse is an obstacle in your muse's way

Cnut: One of our muses is a spy

Floki: One of our muses is in love with the other, but it is unrequited

Gyda: Our muses will discuss the topic of children

King Ecbert: Your muse is my muse's hostage

Torstein: Our muses completely drunk together

Thorunn: One of our muses is ashamed at their mistakes and the other comforts them

Princess Gisla: One of our muses does a bold and risky move during battle, and the other scolds or praises them when the battle is done

Judith: My muse will admit their feelings for yours

Aethelwulf: For your muse to betray mine

Helga: My muse finally arrives home after a long voyage at sea and is greeted by yours

Rollo: My muse asks yours to kill them

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almxst-angelic:

@carpexomnia [Cnt from x]

Eyes softly twinkle with curiosity as she meets his gaze.  Cheeks growing pink at the gesture given by the stranger before her.  Would he be so quick to give away something festive and fun?  It was nice of him, sure, but she felt a little guilty just accepting it.

“Ah–th-thank you.” she fumbles a bit with her hand rising to trace loose fingers across the tips of colorful garland now wrapped slack about her neck.  “Don’t you want something for the new year party?” Stormy inquires in a polite tone, with a warm smile dancing upon her lips.

The only thing he wanted from the party was for it to end. Vergil gave a cursory glance at the crowd, wondering why he even bothered. If the demon he was hunting could even be found among all the ritz and dazzle. “I’m fine,” he told the girl, managing a polite smile in return. Albeit a small one.

“Besides, it looks like it’s coming to a wrap.” He turned his wrist, showing the time displayed on his watch. 11.52 P.M.

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if ur muse has daddy issues, clap ur hands

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‪6yo: “HE ALMOST KILLED ME!!“‬ ‪Me: "Apologize to your brother."‬ ‪8yo: "I’m sorry for almost killing you."‬ ‪6yo: "That’s ok!"‬

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devilglow replied to your post: devilglow replied to your post: ...

COULD’VE LEFT ME SOMEWHERE BETTER THAN FORTUNA

I DIDN’T KNOW I LEFT A BUN IN THE OVEN

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devilglow replied to your post: a few years down the road Vergil’s gonna knock up...

And yet he still abandons him—

i literally died??

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a few years down the road Vergil’s gonna knock up a nun because he never learned the pull out game, and when he sees baby Nero

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timeforalittlereb3llion:

“….What?”

“What?”

“. . . . leave it.”