#千尺丨乇几ᗪ丂卄丨卩

[lotusmadness]

Isamu

He rarely talks about his whereabouts yet he obviously doesn't have his origin in Asia. However he goes by the name his japanese "family" has given him, Yoshio Isamu - his government name stays a secret he only tells very few people. When asked about his position at work he just answers "Manager" and refuses to further explain his profession - at least when he doesn't trust or know you. An exception may be when he is about to warn or intimidate the ones he's talking to. If that's the case one can notice a shift in his posture, his tone, his gaze. In his circle he is known as a cold blooded killer and a very capable senior advisor, a so called Saiko Komon. Having already seen a lot since he was born in 1990 his character is shaped and built to protect whatever is left of his soul. If he grants you his trust, you know you earned it, also you only then can see beyond the walls he built and catch a glimpse of a big, warm (bisexual) heart.

Good to know: he is taken, a father to be and owner of a Chowchow named Akamaru. He can be met in South Korea (current location), Japan where he live since he was 16 up until about 5 years ago, and the United Kingdom.

ooc: Open for any kind of rp, though mainly interested in the action genre || preferred language is german || posts may contain graphic descriptions of violence, blood and criminal actions || Preference are novel style rp's. || may take time until proper answers are written || Kik ID: YakuIsaYo || rp's in dm's or in Kik Chats, if you're interested but don't wanna write on tumblr or Kik, just tell me and I might consider other options || character exists for 10 years +, therefore means a lot to me || wire: YakuIsaYo || used Hashtags as follows:

[whimzakil]

Fonts i think are pretty cool.

ᵩ𝓌ₑᵣₜᵧᵤᵢₒₚₐₛ𝒹𝒻𝓰ₕⱼₖₗ𝓏ₓ𝒸ᵥᵦₙₘ

𐌒Ꮤ𐌄𐌓𐌕𐌙𐌵𐌉Ꝋ𐌐𐌀𐌔𐌃𐌅Ᏽ𐋅Ꮭ𐌊𐌋Ɀ𐋄𐌂ᕓ𐌁𐌍𐌌

զաɛʀȶʏʊɨօքǟֆɖʄɢɦʝӄʟʐӼƈʋɮռʍ

фщёятчцїѳpа$дfgнjкгзжcѵбпѫ

Ɋ山乇尺ㄒㄚㄩ丨ㄖ卩卂丂ᗪ千Ꮆ卄ﾌҜㄥ乙乂匚ᐯ乃几爪

ợฬєгtאยเ๏קคร๔Ŧﻮђןкlzץςש๒ภ๓

ꆰꅏꍟꋪ꓄ꌩꀎꀤꂦꉣꍏꌗꀸꎇꁅꃅꀭꀘ꒒ꁴꊼꉓꃴꌃꈤꂵ

q𝔀𝑒я𝐓𝔂ยƗØ卩𝐚丂𝓭ⓕ𝕘𝓱ＪⓀᒪ𝓩xĆｖ๒𝐍м

That’s all folks!

Tune in next week!

[matchasofia]

ㄥ乇ㄒ’丂 Ꮆㄖ

丨 千丨几丨丂卄乇ᗪ 爪ㄚ 乇ᐯ丨ㄥ 卂尺ㄒ 丂ㄒㄚㄥ乇 匚卄卂ㄥㄥ乇几Ꮆ乇

几ㄖㄒ乇 卂几ᗪ 匚ㄥㄖ丂乇 ㄩ卩丂

[sanb3ulah]

𝘌𝘺𝘦 𝘗𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘭, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺.

𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

𝙀𝙮𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙡, 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮.

𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.

𝙴𝚢𝚎 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕, 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢.

𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

ΣYΣ PЦPIᄂ, ЯΛIƧIПG MӨПΣY.

VӨIᄃΣƧ FӨЯ ƬΉΣ ӨƬΉΣЯ ƧIDΣ.

єує ρυριℓ, яαιѕιηg мσηєу.

νσι¢єѕ ƒσя тнє σтнєя ѕι∂є.

È¥ê þµþïl, råï§ïñg mðñê¥.

Vðï¢ê§ £ðr †hê ð†hêr §ïÐê.

ɆɎɆ ₱Ʉ₱łⱠ, Ɽ₳ł₴ł₦₲ ₥Ø₦ɆɎ.

VØł₵Ɇ₴ ₣ØⱤ ₮ⱧɆ Ø₮ⱧɆⱤ ₴łĐɆ.

乇ㄚ乇 卩ㄩ卩丨ㄥ, 尺卂丨丂丨几Ꮆ 爪ㄖ几乇ㄚ.

ᐯㄖ丨匚乇丂 千ㄖ尺 ㄒ卄乇 ㄖㄒ卄乇尺 丂丨ᗪ乇.

乇ﾘ乇 ｱひｱﾉﾚ, 尺ﾑﾉ丂��刀ム ﾶの刀乇ﾘ.

√のﾉᄃ乇丂 ｷの尺 ｲん乇 のｲん乇尺 丂ﾉり乇.

【E】【y】【e】 【P】【u】【p】【i】【l】【,】 【r】【a】【i】【s】【i】【n】【g】 【m】【o】【n】【e】【y】【.】

【V】【o】【i】【c】【e】【s】 【f】【o】【r】 【t】【h】【e】 【o】【t】【h】【e】【r】 【s】【i】【d】【e】【.】

『E』『y』『e』 『P』『u』『p』『i』『l』『,』 『r』『a』『i』『s』『i』『n』『g』 『m』『o』『n』『e』『y』『.』

『V』『o』『i』『c』『e』『s』 『f』『o』『r』 『t』『h』『e』 『o』『t』『h』『e』『r』 『s』『i』『d』『e』『.』

≋E≋y≋e≋ ≋P≋u≋p≋i≋l≋,≋ ≋r≋a≋i≋s≋i≋n≋g≋ ≋m≋o≋n≋e≋y≋.≋ ≋ ≋ ≋V≋o≋i≋c≋e≋s≋ ≋f≋o≋r≋ ≋t≋h≋e≋ ≋o≋t≋h≋e≋r≋ ≋s≋i≋d≋e≋.≋

░E░y░e░ ░P░u░p░i░l░,░ ░r░a░i░s░i░n░g░ ░m░o░n░e░y░.░ ░ ░ ░V░o░i░c░e░s░ ░f░o░r░ ░t░h░e░ ░o░t░h░e░r░ ░s░i░d░e░.░

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Eye Pupil, raising money.

[docorpheus]

>ask why exactly did he need you gone?

You can full well understand how much that was to take in, sooo...

ORPHEUS: Why'd he need you gone?

ATTACUS: 丨千 卄乇 Ҝ丨ㄥㄥ乇ᗪ 爪乇, 卂 几乇山 爪卂ﾌㄖ尺 ᗪ乇爪ㄖ几 匚ㄖㄩㄥᗪ 丂卩卂山几. ㄒ卄乇 ㄖ卩卩ㄖ丂丨ㄒ乇 ㄖ千 山卄卂ㄒ 卄乇 山卂几ㄒ乇ᗪ, 丨 Ꮆㄩ乇丂丂.

> ORPHEUS

> EXAMINE

> SPEAK

> CUSTOM INPUT

[the-spider-siblings]

Tag dump

[l30m730w]

🐙♣  𝔰𝐎ⓜⒺ 𝓣ⓘм𝑒𝓼 ρ𝐄𝐎𝓅𝓵𝐞 𝐭ђ丨ήк 𝐢ᗰ 𝓶ｏＣкƗᑎ𝔾 Ŧⓗ𝒆𝓶 αη𝓭 ｇᵉ𝐭 𝕦ⓟｓⒺ𝕋 , ⓡ𝑒ａ𝓛𝕚𝐓𝕪 Ⓘ𝓼 ᶤ𝕄 尺𝐄ａ𝓁 คᔕ ℱ𝐮c𝕢 , 𝓎Ỗ𝓊 ά ㄥ𝕚𝓁  𝒷ίŦ  ☟🎄

*A Little Bit - Definition: An Amount *( E.G. : You Are A Little Bit Real ) 丂ㄖ爪乇 ㄒ丨爪乇丂 卩乇ㄖ卩ㄥ乇 ㄒ卄丨几Ҝ 丨爪 爪ㄖ匚Ҝ丨几Ꮆ ㄒ卄乇爪 卂几ᗪ Ꮆ乇ㄒ ㄩ卩丂乇ㄒ , 尺乇卂ㄥ丨ㄒㄚ 丨丂 丨爪 尺乇卂ㄥ 卂丂 千ㄩ匚Ɋ , ㄚㄖㄩ 卂 ㄥ丨ㄥ 乃丨ㄒ

ѕσмє тιмєѕ ρєσρℓє тнιηк ιм мσ¢кιηg тнєм αη∂ gєт υρѕєт , яєαℓιту ιѕ ιм яєαℓ αѕ ƒυ¢q , уσυ α ℓιℓ вιт

[jmsmyn]

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ａｂｃｄｅｆｇｈｉｊｋｌｍｎｏｐｑｒｓｔｕｖｗｘｙｚ

ＡＢＣＤＥＦＧＨＩＪＫＬＭＮＯＰＱＲＳＴＵＶＷＸＹＺ

ᴀʙᴄᴅᴇғɢʜɪᴊᴋʟᴍɴᴏᴘϙʀsᴛᴜᴠᴡxʏᴢ

ᵃᵇᶜᵈᵉᶠᵍʰⁱʲᵏˡᵐⁿᵒᵖզʳˢᵗᵘᵛʷˣʸᶻ

αϐϲ∂є Ꮠ gнι נ κℓмиορ գ яѕτυνωϰγz

ᗅℬℂⅅℰℱℊℍⅈℐKℒℳℕ ᝪℙℚℛ Տ ᝨ Ⴎ Ꮙᗯ ᝣℽℤ

ᗩᗷᑕᗞᗴᖴ ᏀᕼᏆ ᒍ ᏦᏞᗰ ᑎ ᝪ ᑭᑫᖇᔑ Ꭲ ᑌᐯᗯ᙭ ​���ᎩᏃ

ᏗᏰ ፈ ᎴᏋᎦᎶᏂᎥᏠᏦᏝᎷᏁᎧᎮᎤᏒᏕᏖᏬᏉᏇ ጀ Ꭹ ሮ

Ꭺ Ᏼ Ꮯ Ꭰ Ꭼ Ғ Ꮐ Ꮋ Ꮖ Ꭻ Ꮶ Ꮮ Ꮇ Ν ϴ Ꮲ Ϙ Ꭱ Õ Í² á ‚  Ꮩ Ꮤ Ð ¥ Ꮍ Ꮓ

卂 乃 匚 ᗪ 乇 乇 千 Ꮆ 卄 丨 ﾌ Ҝ ㄥ 爪 几 ㄖ 卩 Ɋ 尺 尺 丂

 ﹪ ᪶᪼ꜜ? ்⋆ ꒰ ♡ ⃨꒱ >﹏♡ 🖇    ￭ 이식개라⠀⠀ :ghost: 🖇⠀⠀๑´>᎑<)⠀⠀⟩⠀⠀사랑해 🖇⠀⠀๑´>᎑<)⠀⠀⟩⠀⠀사랑해

ɔˆ ³(˙ᗜ˙ )⠀⠀ᥕꫀᥣᥴꪫ꧑ꫀ⠀⠀ :mute: ⠀⠀랑삶비⠀⠀꒱ ⠀⠀랑삶비⠀⠀꒱

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[the-nowhere-mortal-project]

We are curious beings, not too different from the winged. We are also easily frightened away.

The best way to make hunting easier is to make a village "bait" in a way. A safe place...

There are many dangers for wingless here, yes? If there was one "safe spot" they could easily find and go to... wouldn't that make things a bit easier?

𓅿ᗪOᐯE𓅿

" 卄爪爪爪爪爪... 丨 丂乇乇 爪卂几ㄚ ᗪ丨千千乇尺乇几ㄒ丂乇丂 丨几 ㄒ卄乇 山丨几Ꮆ乇ᗪ 卂几ᗪ ㄒ卄乇 山丨几Ꮆㄥ乇丂丂…. 卂几ᗪ ㄒ卄乇 卩乇ㄖ卩ㄥ ㄖ千 几ㄖ山卄乇尺乇 山ㄖㄩ几ᗪ 丂尺ㄩᎶㄥ乇 ㄒ卩 ㄥ乇ㄒ ㄒ卄乇 山丨几Ꮆㄥ乇丂丂 ㄥ丨ᐯ乇 乇几ㄖㄩᎶ卄... 山乇 乃卂尺乇ㄥㄚ 卄卂ᐯ乇 千ㄖㄖᗪ 山卄ㄚ 丂卄ㄖㄩㄥᗪ 山乇 山卂丨ㄒ...? "

[c-r-ash-crash]

Keep The Faith Chapter 23: A Divinity Service

Warning: This chapter contains a depiction of a religious service similar to a catholic mass.

“丨几　卩尺丨几匚丨卩丨ㄖ　几丨卄丨ㄥ　几丨丂丨　ᐯ卂匚ㄩㄩ爪，　ᐯ卂匚ㄩㄩ爪　乇尺卂ㄒ．　丨几　乇ㄖ　乇尺卂ㄒ　匚乇尺ᐯㄩ丂　爪卂Ꮆ几卂乇　ᐯ丨尺”ㄒㄩㄒ丨丂　乇ㄒ　卩ㄩㄥ匚卄尺丨ㄒㄩᗪ丨几丨丂．　匚乇尺ᐯㄩ丂　卂ㄩㄒ乇爪　丂ㄖㄥㄩ丂　乇尺卂ㄒ　丨几　ᐯ卂匚ㄩㄖ．　ㄩ几ㄖ　丨ㄒ卂Ɋㄩ乇　ᗪ丨乇，　匚乇尺ᐯㄩ丂　匚ㄩㄥㄒㄖ尺ㄩ爪　匚尺乇卂尺乇　匚ㄖ几丂ㄒ丨ㄒㄩ丨ㄒ，　卩ㄥ卂几ㄖ　卩ㄥ卂几ㄖ　卩乇尺　丨几卂几乇　丨几卂几乇　ᐯㄖㄥ卂几丂．　丨爪卩ㄥ乇ᐯ丨ㄒ　乇卂爪　爪ㄖ几ㄒ丨乃ㄩ丂　乇ㄒ　千ㄥㄩ爪丨几丨乃ㄩ丂　乇ㄒ　卩ㄥ卂几ㄒ丨丂　ㄖ爪几丨丂　Ꮆ乇几乇尺丨丂.”

The congregation leader droned on and on.  Lusha had whispered to him at the beginning of the sermon that it was in ancient elvish, since apparently that was the language all the stories had originally been written in.  Scott didn’t really care.  His regular elvish was barely good enough to keep up a conversation, let alone his ancient elvish.  He caught a word he recognized here and there, like “mountain,” “stag,” and “elf.”  But for the most part, it was complete gibberish.

So now he sat in the little church, staring idly at the stained glass windows that lined the top of the walls.  Most of them were pretty boring.  Just a white stag standing in front of a crowd of adoring elven worshipers.  A few of them just depicted a single elf, haloed by golden light.  They were probably important figures of some kind.  Maybe saints.  He wondered if it would be worth asking Lusha about them later.

But Scott found himself drawn to one figure in particular.  The art in the window seemed to be the newest out of all of them, but it was still clearly old.  It was a stylized image of an elven man in a sky blue shirt and a large white cloak.  From his back sprouted large white wings, the exact same kind that Scott had.  Somehow, he knew if he were to see those wings in real life, they would have the exact same pattern of brown spots as his did.

A crown of large, golden antlers wreathed the figure's head, and he held a sword in his right hand.  In his left he held the sapling of a jungle tree.  Icicles spread from his feet, covering the bottom half of the image.  Scrawled across the bottom of the window was the word “卂ㄥ丨几卂尺”

Scott stared at the image as if in a trance.  The congregation leader continued droning on in the background.  He’d never really listened to the sermons anyways.  “ᗪ丨－乇几ᗪ乇　匚尺乇卂ᐯ丨ㄒ　卂几丨爪卂ㄥ丨卂．　ㄒㄩ尺乃卂丂　ᐯㄖ匚卂ᐯ丨ㄒ　乇ㄖ丂，　乇ㄒ　ㄖ爪几乇丂　乇尺卂几ㄒ　卩卂匚丨千丨匚丨，　匚ㄩ卩丨乇几ㄒ乇丂　乇卩ㄩㄥ卂尺丨　ᗪ乇　千尺ㄩ匚ㄒ丨乃ㄩ丂　丂乇尺ᐯ丨乇几ㄒ丨丂．　匚乇尺ᐯㄩ丂　ᗪ丨乂丨ㄒ　卄卂丂　匚尺乇卂ㄒㄩ尺卂丂　千ㄩㄒㄩ尺卂丂　乇丂丂乇　＇卩卂丂丂丨ᐯ卂丂．＇　匚乇尺ᐯㄩ丂　ᗪ乇几丨Ɋㄩ乇　Ꮆ乇爪爪卂爪　丂乇尺ᐯ丨乇几ㄒ丨丂　匚尺乇卂ᐯ丨ㄒ：　卄ㄖ爪丨几乇丂”

He could feel smoke in the back of his throat.  It was hard to breathe.  Around him he could hear trees burning around him, the wood popping with the heat of the fire.  But still his bones were as cold as ice.  The flames hadn’t touched him yet, despite being just inches away from him.  He hadn’t thought to worry about that yet, hadn’t thought to ask why yet.

He was screaming his brother's name, searching for him desperately.  He could hear the screams of the innocent people around him.  He knew he should be helping them.  They were his people.  He was The Lord.  It was his job to protect them.  But his brother was more important.  He needed to save his brother.

Finally, he pushed through the burning brush and into a disturbingly calm clearing.  There was no fire here, and the screams were distant and far away.  In the center stood his brother, his shirt and hands soaked in blood.  He had his wings now.  But instead of the clean white feathers his brother had been hoping for, there was the bright plumage of  a parrot.

“No,” he whispered softly, desperate to deny the truth.  Desperate for his brother to assure him that it wasn’t what it looked like.  “No.  Don’t you know what this means?”  His brother looked up and simply smiled a blood red smile.

Scott was startled out of his thoughts as Lusha jabbed him roughly in the ribs .  Her head was bowed in supplication, as were the rest of the congregations’.  Quickly Scott copied them, and the leader began to guide them in prayer.  Thankfully, he was speaking in Common now, so Scott could understand him just fine.

“Aeor, guide us by your holy light, that we might not go astray from your love, and that we may not fall into the temptation of weakness…” 

Scott glanced up at the stained glass window once again.  But now, it was just flat pieces of covered glass.  There was no choking smoke, just the gentle sense of incense.  He dismissed the image, and returned his focus to the service.

⸎

Scott stood just outside the gilded doors of the church.  He was chatting idly with a few of the people who had stopped to speak with him.  They mostly exchanged pleasantries and wished for Aeor to bless him.  A few of the older folks told him how proud they were that he had decided to do the right thing by coming to Divinity.  Scott simply nodded awkwardly and thanked them for their opinion.

Eventually, Lusha managed to separate herself from the group of children who were trying to convince her to play with them, and  joined Scott by the door.  “Lord,” she said with a slight nod.  “Lusha,” he greeted.

“What did you think of the service?” she asked, nodding politely as the congregation leader stepped out of the church.  Scott copied the gesture without thinking.  

He took a moment to consider.  Unbidden, he thought back to the vision he had seen.  Quickly, he pushed it aside.  It was probably just from the incense.  He ignored the burning curiosity at who that figure had been.  “It was interesting,” he said earnestly.  “The incense was a little strong, though.”

Lusha winced slightly.  “Oh, sorry.  I probably should have warned you about that.  It didn’t bother you, did it?”  Scott shook his head.  “No, it didn’t.  Actually, I might come next week too.  This was…enlightening.”  Lusha’s face brightened.

“Really?  That’s wonderful!  I mean, I know this is mostly a political thing, given that you’re Lord and everything, but it’s wonderful that you’re interested in Aeor’s decrees.”  Scott nodded absentmindedly.  “I’ll have to brush up on my ancient elvish,” he said jokingly.  Again, the vision drifted through his mind.  He sombered slightly.

“Hey,” he said, turning to face Lusha.  “Who’s that figure in the window?  You know, the one with the golden antlers?”  “That’s Alinar,” Lusha said with a shrug.  “He ruled Rivendell about a century ago.  We called him Alinar the Great.  He was also a champion of Aeor.  That’s why his cloak has the wing slits.”

Scott’s brow furrowed.  “I’ve never heard of him.  Not even in the history books I’ve been reading.”  “You’ve been reading history books?”  Lusha didn’t bother to hide the disbelief in her voice.  “Yes, I have!” Scott retorted somewhat heatedly.  “I want to know as much as I can about the kingdom I’m ruling!”

“I’m so proud of you, Lord,” Lusha said, completely genuine.  Her eyes were practically shining with glee.  Then, her face returned to the polite impassivity as she answered Scott’s question.  

“I know we have a couple books about that time up in the enchanting tower.  There’s not much on Alinar himself though, or even his reign.  After he died, The Copper King destroyed almost all accounts of his reign, apparently at Alinar’s request.  All we know about him comes from word of mouth, and that’s hardly reliable.”

Scott’s brow furrowed.  “Why would Alinar want his reign erased?  What could he possibly have to hide?”  “I don’t know,” Lusha said with a shrug.  “Honestly, we don’t really know anything beyond the fact that he barely avoided a war, and that there was a large battle just outside of the capital.  My personal theory though is that it had something to do with his brother.  Apparently he disappeared pretty soon after Alinar took the throne.”

“Alinar had a brother?” Scott asked.  That was a stupid question.  Of course Alinar had had a brother.  None of his dreams would make sense otherwise.  Then again, his dreams didn’t really make sense in the first place.

The two of them fell into silence as the crowd began to disperse around them.  Lusha greeted anyone who approached them.  Scott was too lost in his own thoughts to notice.  Eventually, though, the crowd thinned enough that Scott could sneak away.  “I think I’m gonna head up to the enchanting tower,” he muttered to Lusha.  Then, he spread his wings, and made his way up the mountain.

That night, he sat surrounded by piles of thick books, searching for answers he couldn’t find.

[overlyspecificmcrmemes]

卂爪卂乙丨几Ꮆ 几乇山 爪乇乂丨匚ㄖ 丂ㄩ几丂乇ㄒ. 丨’爪 卄卂几Ꮆ丨几Ꮆ ㄖ几 卂 乃尺丨ᗪᎶ乇 山丨ㄒ卄 爪ㄚ 千尺丨乇几ᗪ 爪丨Ҝ乇ㄚ 山卂ㄚ 千尺ㄖ爪 爪ㄚ 匚卄乇爪. 丨ㄒ丂 卂ㄥㄥ ㄖ尺卂几Ꮆ乇 卂几ᗪ 卩丨几Ҝ 卂乃ㄖᐯ乇 ㄩ丂. 山乇 山乇几ㄒ ㄒㄖ 卂几ㄖㄒ卄乇尺 山卂ㄒ乇尺卩卂尺Ҝ 卂Ꮆ卂丨几. 丨 ㄥㄖᐯ乇 卄丨Ꮆ卄 千丨ᐯ乇丂 卂Ꮆ卂丨几. ㄒㄖㄒ卂ㄥㄥㄚ 乃卂匚Ҝ 丨几 ㄥㄖᐯ乇. 丂卂山 ㄒ卄乇 爪ㄖ丂ㄒ 卂爪卂乙丨几Ꮆ 爪ㄖᐯ丨乇… 丨 ㄒ卄丨几Ҝ 丨ㄒ丂 匚卂ㄥㄥ乇ᗪ 丂卩丨尺丨ㄒ乇ᗪ 卂山卂ㄚ. 山卂ㄒ匚卄 丨ㄒ.

[lotusmadness]

You are worth every ounce of gentleman that is left in me.

@immortalsinx

[swordsxandxshadows]

☯ㄥ 乇ㄒ＇丂  山卂ㄥҜ  ㄒ卄尺ㄖㄩᎶ卄  ㄒ卄乇   千丨尺乇  ㄒㄖᎶ乇ㄒ卄乇 尺☯                  

         ☯  ᗪ丨丂卂卩卩乇卂尺　丨几　ㄒ卄乇　Ꮆㄖㄥᗪ乇几　丂卂几ᗪ丂 ☯ 

卂乃ㄖㄩㄒ  ☯ 尺ㄩㄥ乇丂  ☯ 卂丂Ҝ

乃ㄚ Ҝ丨卂

[matchasofia]

爪ㄩㄒㄩ卂ㄥ丂，，，ㄚㄖㄩ　Ҝ几ㄖ山　千尺ㄖ爪　ㄒㄖᗪ卂ㄚ，，ㄚㄖㄩ　山卂几几卂　匚卄卂几Ꮆ乇　ㄚㄖㄩ尺　卩千卩　ㄒㄖ　爪ㄚ　几乇山　卂乇丂ㄒ卄乇ㄒ丨匚　卩千卩　 丨ㄒ’丂　卄ㄩ爪卂几　匚尺乇乇卩ㄩ丂匚ㄥ乇　ᗪㄖ几乇　乃ㄚ　ㄒ卂ᗪᗪㄚ丂匚尺丨爪乃ㄥㄖ

卩ㄥ乇卂丂乇　ㄩ丂乇　爪ㄚ　几乇山　卂乇丂ㄒ卄乇ㄒ丨匚　卩千卩　丨爪　Ꮆㄖ几几卂　爪卂Ҝ乇　乇卩丨匚　丂ㄖㄖ乙卂　丨几　卂乃ㄖㄩㄒ　千乇山　爪丨几ㄩㄒ乇丂　卂几ᗪ　ᗪ卂几匚乇　ㄒㄖ　山ㄩ乃ㄥ丨几　丨丂ㄥ卂几ᗪ　卂ㄒ　１０：０６卂爪

[daisuke--axetoface]

Rᴇᴇᴇᴇ. ғᴏɴᴛ ᴛᴇsᴛ. ғᴏɴᴛ ᴛᴇsᴛ. 𝟷𝟸𝟹𝟺𝟻𝟼𝟽𝟾𝟿𝟶. ᴀʙᴄᴅᴇғɢʜɪᴊᴋʟᴍɴᴏᴘǫʀsᴛᴜᴠᴡxʏᴢ. +×÷=%/\*€£@$!#:;&_()-'",.?￦¥°¿¡^[]<>~`§μ¬Г´·{}©|¤Ωθฯ

ᖇᗴᗴᗴᗴ. ᖴᗝᑎ丅 丅ᗴᔕ丅. ᖴᗝᑎ丅 丅ᗴᔕ丅. ౹੨੩੫ƼϬԴ੪੧੦. ᗩᗷᑕᗪᗴᖴǤᕼIᒎᛕᒪᗰᑎᗝᑭɊᖇᔕ丅ᑌᐯᗯ᙭Ƴ乙. +×÷=%/\*€£@$!#:;&_()-'",.?￦¥°¿¡^[]<>~`§μ¬Г´·{}©|¤Ωθฯ

尺乇乇乇乇. 千ㄖ几ㄒ ㄒ乇丂ㄒ. 千ㄖ几ㄒ ㄒ乇丂ㄒ. ౹੨੩੫ƼϬԴ੪੧੦. 卂乃匚ᗪ乇千Ꮆ卄丨ﾌҜㄥ爪几ㄖ卩Ҩ尺丂ㄒㄩᐯ山乂ㄚ乙. +×÷=%/\*€£@$!#:;&_()-'",.?￦¥°¿¡^[]<>~`§μ¬Г´·{}©|¤Ωθฯ

[docorpheus]

>THIS IS THE ANON, I WIN ALWAYS!!!!! ask why its here.

Yes. Thank you for your valiant service, Tumblr User Anonymous.

ORPHEUS: Do you know why you're here?

After chugging the bottle of water you handed him, as well as eating the plastic, he takes a break from eating to catch his breath.

ATTACUS: 山卂几ㄒ乇ᗪ ㄒㄖ 爪卂Ҝ乇 卂 几乇山 ᐯ乇尺丂丨ㄖ几 ㄖ千 乃ㄩᎶ丂. 千ㄖ尺 丂ㄖ爪乇... 卩ㄥ卂几. ㄒㄖ Ꮆ乇ㄒ 丂ㄒ尺ㄖ几Ꮆ乇尺 ㄖ尺 丂ㄖ爪乇ㄒ卄丨几Ꮆ. 几乇乇ᗪ乇ᗪ 爪乇 ㄖㄩㄒ ㄖ千 ㄒ卄乇 卩丨匚ㄒㄩ尺乇. 丨千 卄乇 Ҝ丨ㄥㄥ乇ᗪ 爪乇, 卂 几乇山 爪卂ﾌㄖ尺 ᗪ乇爪ㄖ几 山ㄖㄩㄥᗪ 卄卂ᐯ乇 ﾌㄩ丂ㄒ... 丂卩卂山几乇ᗪ.

ORPHEUS: Hm.

That's interesting.

> ASK