daitouren

[daitouren]

volontedacier‌:

          “That’s… … Why should that be an issue in the first place?“

“I’m a no-underwear type of girl, y’know?”

[daitouren]

pyrrhiclegend‌:

    “Go right ahead! What’s stopping you? Nothing, right?”

“It’s stopping me the fact they’re super uncomfortable! I’d prefer NOT wearing them!”

[daitouren]

ainohashira‌:

♥ “E-Ehh…” What a strange one. “I guess I kind of understand? The styles available are a lot more comfortable than where I come from too… I also wondered what the point is in making them so fashionable if no one is going to see them…”

“Cute for the sake of being cute is enough sometimes. You can show them to your SO or whatever if that’s what you’d like. I will remain part of the no underwear alliance anyway. The way they fold is super uncomfy.”

[daitouren]

“It’s sooooo no fair that underwear nowadays looks super cute... is this some messed up attempt at getting me to wear it?”

[daitouren]

"The Picture of Dorian Gray" sentence starters

❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞

❝ The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. ❞

❝ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ❞

❝ I have grown to love secrecy. ❞

❝ Your cynicism is simply a pose. ❞

❝ You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages. ❞

❝ Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. ❞

❝ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. ❞

❝ A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. ❞

❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞

❝ None of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. ❞

❝ I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. ❞

❝ There is nothing that art cannot express. ❞

❝ The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. ❞

❝ My heart shall never be put under their microscope. ❞

❝ It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. ❞

❝ I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.” ❞

❝ In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. ❞

❝ Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. ❞

❝ People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. ❞

❝ Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. ❞

❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞

❝ The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. ❞

❝ Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ❞

❝ You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. ❞

❝ Wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? ❞

❝ Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ❞

❝ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. ❞

❝ You like your art better than your friends. ❞

❝ I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. ❞

❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞

❝ Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it. ❞

❝ Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. ❞

❝ The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. ❞

❝ I can sympathize with everything except suffering. ❞

❝ Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different. ❞

❝ Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes. ❞

❝ You are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing. ❞

❝ I am always late on principle, the principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. ❞

❝ I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. ❞

❝ Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. ❞

❝ Passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. ❞

❝ If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me. ❞

❝ When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. ❞

❝ There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies. ❞

❝ I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ❞

❝ People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity. ❞

❝ The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. ❞

❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞

❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞

❝ To be in love is to surpass one’s self. ❞

❝ Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window. ❞

❝ Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies. ❞

❝ I shudder at the thought of being free. ❞

❝ I know you would never harm anyone I love, would you? ❞

❝ Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives. ❞

❝ Of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are. ❞

❝ The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ❞

❝ Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. ❞

❝ You are much better than you pretend to be. ❞

❝ I cannot understand how anyone can wish to shame the thing he loves. ❞

❝ When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy. ❞

❝ The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. ❞

❝ Being adored is a nuisance. ❞

❝ You are dreadful! I don’t know why I like you so much. ❞

❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞

❝ Love is a more wonderful thing than art. ❞

❝ There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. ❞

❝ The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. ❞

❝ I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. ❞

❝ You taught me what reality really is. ❞

❝ You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. ❞

❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you were to me, once. ❞

❝ You have spoiled the romance of my life. ❞

❝ Without your art, you are nothing. ❞

❝ There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. ❞

❝ There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. ❞

❝ I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous. ❞

❝ You cut life to pieces with your epigrams. ❞

❝ Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London people are so prejudiced. ❞

❝ One should never make one’s début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age. ❞

❝ How extraordinarily dramatic life is! ❞

❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞

❝ The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her. ❞

❝ Life has everything in store for you, ❞

❝ We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. ❞

❝ If one doesn’t talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. ❞

❝ You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. ❞

❝ I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. ❞

❝ You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. ❞

❝ if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. ❞

❝ Your friendship is dearer to me than any fame or reputation. ❞

❝ You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ❞

❝ Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. ❞

❝ There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own. ❞

❝ Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words. ❞

❝ There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance. ❞

❝ It has a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. ❞

❝ The past can always be annihilated. ❞

❝ How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and decoration! Even to read of the luxury of the dead was wonderful. ❞

❝ Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. ❞

❝ I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else. ❞

❝ I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. ❞

❝ You don’t want people to talk of you as something vile and degraded. ❞

❝ You must not say things like that. They are horrible, and they don’t mean anything. ❞

❝ You have had more to do with my life than you think. ❞

❝ Each of us has heaven and hell in him. ❞

❝ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. ❞

❝ Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don’t interest me any more. ❞

❝ What is it to me what devil’s work you are up to? ❞

❝ I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you. ❞

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞

❝ I am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked. ❞

❝ It is perfectly monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true. ❞

❝ Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. ❞

❝ Everybody I know says you are very wicked. ❞

❝ I like men who have a future and women who have a past. ❞

❝ Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. ❞

❝ He atones for being occasionally somewhat overdressed by being always absolutely overeducated. He is a very modern type. ❞

❝ What do you want? Money? Here it is. Don’t ever talk to me again. ❞

❝ Each man lives his own life and pays his own price for living it. ❞

❝ The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. ❞

❝ I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly. ❞

❝ To be popular one must be a mediocrity. ❞

❝ We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. ❞

❝ I wish I could love, but I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. ❞

❝ My own personality has become a burden to me. ❞

❝ Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. ❞

❝ The world has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. ❞

❝ Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. ❞

❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞

❝ The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❞

[daitouren]

(🎉耀🎉さんのツイート: “鈴鹿… ”から)

[daitouren]

"Whoooooo's ready for a Christmas bonus?"

��Huh? Why? I didn’t work in any of your projects.

Not like I mind free money ‘coz I didn’t do jack shit….”

[daitouren]

tendermaw‌:

to: suzuka

from: legosi

txt: … i can eat ice cream. strawberry, you said?

txt: i’m sure i can get some at this hour.

txt: that sounds good though.

txt: um. as long as i’m not imposing… or something. 

to: legosi-kun

from: suzuka

txt:  yes! strawberry is super good!!!!

txt: stay stay stay itll be like

txt: a sleepover with movies n stuff

txt: my heart is beating so faast! legosi-kun hurry up!

[daitouren]

tendermaw‌:

to: suzuka

from: legosi

txt: waht,

txt: * what– no, nothing like that! 

txt: geez… 

txt: but i’m glad to see you’re well.

a pause. he knows it’s late at night, but he might as well ask regardless. if she declined, he would have no problem with that.

txt: do you need anything though? like from the store. i can pick some stuff up for you if you’d like. 

txt: er. in the morning, i mean… maybe. if you want? unless you need something now.

to: legosi-kun

from: suzuka

txt: cmon just a bit u can have dirty thoughts 

txt: i mean

txt: if ur not super tired u can stay over and we can like eat some snacks

txt: like some strawberry ice cream!! can u eat that???  some ramen maybe

[daitouren]

tendermaw‌:

there’s one person who comes to mind through all the silly chatter. in reality, she’s actually been sitting in the back of his thoughts for a few weeks now. one half of legosi wanted to let her rest; allow for her to heal without any interruption. though the other half had constantly been kicking himself for not checking in much sooner. even with such doubts, all the wolf had hoped was for her speedy recovery.  

to: suzuka

from: legosi

txt: hey. 

txt: sorry. i know it’s late right now, and you’re probably sleeping. 

txt: i was just thinking about you. wanted to make sure you’re doing alright. 

@daitouren​

to: legosi-kun

from: suzuka

txt: uwaaaaaa legosi-kun!!!!!

txt: thinkin of me!? how bold of u! what kind of dirty thoughts were u havin i wonder!  (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

txt: better than ever since u texted me ! im the luckiest fox alive!!

[daitouren]

artorialancer‌:

@daitouren​

     “fancy meeting another servant in this department store. if i do recall, you are a member of the saber class, yes?”

“The best of all.” Who cares if you aren`t the face of the franchise?

“You got real big boobs, what the hell? Are you here for a bra? Surprised your clothes are still on.”

[daitouren]

tendermaw‌:

it kills him inside to have to do this. ignoring her desperate pleas as she tugs on his shirt he continues forward. she could do all she wanted to try and let her slip from his hold. beat on his chest, to cry and curse him– he’d run the risk of having suzuka hate him in that very moment. none of that mattered to him though; the temporary worry of hurting her feelings, possibly invalidating everything she believed in. legosi would have a chance to explain himself soon enough. even if she didn’t want to hear any of it.

the young wolf ducks into an alleyway, breathing heavily as he still holds her in his arms. were they gone? did he run away far enough? did they even bother following them? oh, he couldn’t even think straight. he needed to catch his breath despite the danger that lay beyond their little hideout. clumsily legosi slides down against the brick wall supporting him, plopping to the dirt below. “ please… please understand… ” he wheezes between his words, pressing the fox against his body as he kept her in his lap.

“ that i… i want to fight for you too! and i can’t watch you go off and get hurt! not for me! i’m not–! ” 

i’m not worth it. 

not when he was always getting himself into danger regardless of when other warned him. not when he was always being selfish. not when he didn’t even care for his own well being. legosi didn’t want for her to regret any of her choices. what he wanted was for her to be safe. 

carnivores were strong, powerful creatures. they were made to protect the soft; who they held dear to them. who they wanted to see thrive in life. who they… who they… ? 

“ i-i’m… not yelling at you. ” his voice is quiet now. it stays low, attempting to regain his composure as he turned his head away to break his gaze on her. “ and i’m not trying to tell you what you should do. or… what you shouldn’t be doing. that’s wrong of me. i just… ” his grip loosens, arms dropping to his sides. 

“ i just want you to think about yourself. that’s all. ”

He is bigger than her. There was something about being held in his arms that comforted her, even when the situation wasn’t the most suitable to enjoy them. Having him in close proximity should have been under better circumstances, where she could enjoy his touch and offer her own. 

Not like this. 

“What good I am if I don’t fight!? If I can’t do anything for you!? I’d be better dead than--...!”  

It robs her of words when he pauses. Her will to argue entirely vanished. Why couldn’t he see how much he meant? He even cared for such a cheap excuse of a fox like her. “You’re worthy of this life, of many more. Why, Legosi-kun? You’re so important... this world would be a waste without someone like you.” 

She can’t bring herself to say that this world could actually rot without him. It wouldn’t be fair for someone as caring. If anything, she was feeling guilty for having such a vain notion, where she gladly discarded others for a single person. She wanted to care, to protect this world with such intense passion yet couldn’t bring herself to. She envied his vast love for others.

Placing a hand on his cheek, she softly caresses it. It takes a couple of seconds before she pulls it, as if chastising a little child. “I know you aren’t yelling.” A wide smile spreads on her lips, showing her bright canines. She laughs, not as loud from the pain but she can denote its lightheartedness. “Your voice is very comforting. I like it.” He cared plenty, it came directly from a heart that reached out for all living creatures. She can’t pull now a cliché line and say ‘Nobody has worried about me like this’, it was so damn stupid. She enjoyed his concern, there was beauty in being cared for. However, not at the cost of his own well-being. “What about you? If you won’t think about yourself, then I can’t do it for myself. I won’t ever lose, y’hear? I only got beaten up pretty badly.” That is her pride talking, despite her appearance said otherwise. It hurt to move and her clothes weren’t exactly in prim and proper condition. She pulls him by the shirt again, this time to have his face a few inches closer to her own. 

“I’ll get stronger again. You can’t protect everyone by yourself. If you want, I won’t stop you but then let me be selfish and protect you only.” A Saber was useless without a sword, hand-to-hand combat wasn’t her forte. To compensate her lacking strength, she had indomitable determination. It was almost scary how Suzuka could be when impulsed by stubbornness alone. “If you are fighting, I will too. If I ain’t, then you aren’t either.”

[daitouren]

tendermaw‌:

… 

????

He can’t escape forever. Specially from her Premium Snack.

[daitouren]

wow i can't believe we're happily wed now

i’m telling your saint youre a cheating fox!

[daitouren]

tendermaw‌:

her loyalty was admirable. for two headstrong individuals to fight side by side was… almost a miracle, really. both staying unwavered when it came to their own ideals, never questioning how or why.  they both had their own self-proclaimed duties to fulfill. it just so happened that such intersecting fates melded rather well together. surprising, but not impossible. time to digress. 

there’s a hum of agreement before he watches her run off. turning back to his own enemy the wolf huffs, rolling his neck as he eases himself lower and lower to the ground. a wild look is caught between both his and the other predator’s eyes– a stare of intimidation, seething and thirsty for bloodshed. though legosi’s intentions were that of justice, the cat had simply wanted senseless violence. 

it’s a clash of muscle and grit. a guttural snarl comes from the young wolf, attempting to keep the monster pinned beneath his own might as he dealt several punches by his own hand. though he does not by any means come out unscathed. claws and teeth snag along legosi’s skin, leaving fresh wounds and marks in various places; on the knuckles and arms, some along his neck and on his face. it isn’t until the creature slows its own roll that the wolf can catch his breath. 

only for a moment, though. a far-off sound– one he had not heard in the background during his own fight, that causes his fur to stand on end. a sick thump that did not sound so mighty as he hoped it would. the young wolf snaps his head around to look at the source, eyes widening to see just what, or who, had gotten thrown.

oh no. forget this.

he leaves the scene.

 legosi runs as fast as his feet could carry him, bearing pearly white fangs as he attempted to close the distance between him and his companion. he was angry, furious; blood running so hot he could feel the sensation throughout his entire body. he has absolutely no idea if that thing she was fighting is still alive. but at this point? he had a priority to fulfill. as much as he wanted to eradicate these monsters… he needs to get her out of here. he needs to keep her safe… just like he promised himself. he knew that she could hold his own, but there comes a time where even the most valiant could not stand forever. 

he just wished he didn’t have to see it himself. 

“ SUZUKA! ” the wolf skids to a stop, hesitating as his hands reach out to try and grab her. but… how should he do this? what if he hurts her even more? could she even stand? would he make it worse? all of these thoughts rush through his mind, a low growl rumbling as he cursed himself. 

to hell with it. 

“ sorry, but–!! ” he crouches to her height, scooping the young woman up in one swift motion. his arms hook beneath the crook of her knees, the other arm cradling her back to keep her steady in his hold.

he’s running again. where? he isn’t so sure. away from here, if anything. all he knew was that he needed to be as far as physically possible from the chaos they had both created. 

Everything was hazy.

Heavy eyelids obstructed her vision, doing a weak attempt at opening her eyes fully. The external noise a static mess, it had not cleared yet -- it was distant, as if she had been submerged underwater. The stomps of the monster, its agony piercing through as it battled against the small sword stuck in its head. It had gone in a rampage thanks to her actions. 

Debris continues falling, a curtain of smoke raising. It’s starting to look clearer and god, was it noisy again. She couldn’t find Legosi, though her efforts of getting up had been in vain. 

‘Where did you go? I have to make sure you’re safe...’ 

She is not blacking out by sheer force of determination, however, making sense of her surroundings demanded a bit more than just courage. She can’t tell the moment her body is lifted, though she can feel him. His fur is warm and brushes softly against her bruised skin, she doesn’t get why he apologises. His touch is pretty gentle, so why? He shouldn’t apologise. Yet, she can’t muster the force to say it.

Moving weakly in his arms, she looks up at Legosi’s bigger figure. How it shadows her, she felt insignificant in his grasp.A wolf was a beast that demanded respect in a sense, always strong even from afar. Physically strong, intimidating to those below him. A mischievous fox was nothing in comparison, only known for being a trickster with a peculiar affinity for chaos. 

Suzuka managed to make that chaos a reality. 

It was true she wished to be protected, however, the opportunity rarely rose. A light joke, a silly notion for a creature designed to ravish and conquer. Her father sent her down to bring chaos into the human world, turn this place into a demon nation. She had been created to accomplish such a feat and had the power to do so. A shame she did whatever she pleased, followed her every selfish whim. That power was a waste on her. 

Why pretend to have it when she had turned entirely useless and put him in danger? She had completely ruined it. As a lighthearted joke she could take it, she can feign weakness but in reality, the thought was crushing her. If only she had her Noble Phantasm. Countless Ifs rain down her mind, but that will not change anything. 

She cannot enjoy being held close by him, guilt is overcoming her instead. How can she be worthy of his care when she has done nothing to deserve it? His kindness was so vast, so warm -- it was overwhelming and she couldn’t understand why he was doing this for her sake. 

“No, this isn’t right...!” 

“It’s there! Drop me, I’ll fight...! I can fight! I need that shitty sword, once I get it -- ” She starts coughing, pain weighing down her ribcage. Halting to regain her breathe, she pleadingly grabs him by the shirt, fingers grasping in a desperate attempt to convince him. “...I’ll fight for you! Just give me a chance! I’ll beat them all for you!”

[daitouren]

casterextra‌:

did you guys hear? suzuka gozen wuvs me!

@daitouren​

[daitouren]

casterextra‌:

▊狐 “Kya! My heart has thoroughly been broken! To think we had such a special bond and it means nothing to you! Wahwahwah!” She rubbed dramatically at her eyes while making childish crying noises.

“Has anyone mentioned you’re suuuper dumb!?” She’s not serious either, but she’s speaking from a place of utter embarrassment. This damn Caster got her right for once. “You suck. You reaaally suck a lot. Here I was trying to get along, ya know? But it’s not like I like you, alright!? We just happen to overlap a whole lot! I don’t have a reason to kill you here so ... like, get it right.”