#answered ﹕ 𝐢𝐯.

[fireburial]

"I GO BY DABI THESE DAYS " ... the scarred arsonist with black-dyed hair and icy-blue eyes runs a life shrouded in mystery. . . Rude, merciless and apathetic, the 25-year-old is hell-bent on a path of r e v e n g e — working actively together with a group of supernatural outcasts that terrorises the world.

Y O U 'R E A L L THE S A M E.

But when people start to question their F A I T H in you, it will finally SHAKE SOCIETY TO ITS VERY CORE ... We don't need a large number of thugs to achieve our g o a l ... all we really need is a small group of experienced elites . . . [ & ] SOON YOU WILL REALIZE ... that your precious PEACE is resting in OUR hands.

# FIREBURIAL ; selective. mutuals only. indie rp. manga based portrayal of the villain "DABI" from "Boku no Hero Academia" by Kōhei Horikoshi. & stuck with @kettensaege.

( CARRD.)

[muutosarchive]

“ i could be your toy. “ for mike !

🍒 @ncvabcrn . *      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"oh yeah?" mike's brows are immediately raised at that, interest sparked in his brain the moment that it hits the air. he meanders forth, falling into the couch. crossing ankles whilst putting an arm around their shoulders.

"so that's what you want, huh?" he asked, his brows raised. "you like being someone's toy?" he leans in, his other hand landing on their thigh. they'd be the perfect toy, he must admit. if you were explorative, at least.

he leans into their ear, smirking before biting on their earlobe softly. "well, be careful what you wish for -- because i'm known to take my time, when it comes to my favorites."

[h8temail]

@l0vebytes : ❛  sometimes people just deserve to be stabbed. ❜ ( miz'ri @ dithas )

it wasn't unknown to ilidithas that his travelling companion was anything but innocent, not moments before he'd witnessed the other stab someone who was not giving miz'ri the answers they wanted. while it wasn't new perse, it was shocking nonetheless, a scream that made him wince at the time for how high pitched it was. a brow quirks at what they say, perhaps they were right but it might be better not to say anything. ❛ stabbing someone who was mildly inconveniencing you ? sounds trivial if you ask me. ❜ it's not like ilidithas has done any better but it still didn't mean he wouldn't judge them. ❛ you're methods are ... questionable. ❜

[sacrificide]

tag drop.

* [ 𝐨𝐨𝐜. ] › aegon’s pr manager.

* [ 𝐢. ] › prompts.

* [ 𝐢𝐢. ] › answered.

* [ 𝐢𝐢𝐢. ] › queue.

* [ 𝐢𝐯. ] › dash games.

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ─┈ 𝒶egon. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲. ─┈ 𝒶egon. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. ─┈ 𝒶egon. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ─┈ 𝒶egon. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ─┈ 𝒷aela. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲. ─┈ 𝒷aela. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. ─┈ 𝒷aela. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ─┈ 𝒷aela. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ─┈ 𝒸regan. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲. ─┈ 𝒸regan. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. ─┈ 𝒸regan. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ─┈ 𝒸regan. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ─┈ 𝒿acaerys. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲. ─┈ 𝒿acaerys. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. ─┈ 𝒿acaerys. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ─┈ 𝒿acaerys. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ─┈ 𝓇haenyra. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲. ─┈ 𝓇haenyra. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. ─┈ 𝓇haenyra. ､︠

ꪶ ⠀⠀❛̼⠀⠀ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ─┈ 𝓇haenyra. ､︠

[serynah]

୭ ⸻ 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 !

[uhzuku]

— 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 !!

𝐢. 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

eeeee, new event!! i haven’t done one of these in AGES, so i hope y’all have fun with it!!

𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

this is a yandere matchup ask box event!! in this, i’ll answer your little ask on who i’d think would be your yandere/the person you’d be a yandere for out of a fandom and maybe even include a little snippet of writing <33 slots will be added as i see fit and this event will end whenever i choose, so feel free to send one in whenever you can before it closes !!

— 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

to be allowed to join the event, all of the following must apply to you:

18+ ; minors are not allowed in any way, shape, or form to contact me.

pro aging up ; responses will involve characters being aged up. if this offends/bothers you, dni with this commission page.

dark content friendly ; i’m more than willing to write certain aspects of dark content, which will cleary be a part of this event.

— your ask may not include scat, vomit, necrophilia, pedophilia, underage sex, podophilia ( foot fetish ), vore, feederism, or eating disorders. i will only be answering asks from mutuals.

𝐢𝐯. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 

i’ll need all of the following to answer your ask: who the yandere is ( you or the character ), pronouns, preferred fandom ( out of the ones i write for!! ), and preferred gender !! if you’d prefer an au ( abo, etc ), please state so in your ask !! please also state in a separate ask or dm what nsfw things you’d prefer NOT be in your response should i write a snippet for yours <33

𝐯. 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬.

{ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑, 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 !! } • ( @dearbraus )

{ 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 !! } • ( @thetempleofnyx )

{ 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈, 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 !! } • ( @tinie )

{ 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀, 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 !! } • ( @pcwer )

{ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄, 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃 !! } • ( @saneminx )

{ 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 !! } • ( @sightoru )

{ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 !! } • ( @kiyoobi )

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒 { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 }; 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

[fireburial]

# FIREBURIAL ; Known under the alias of 'DABI ' ... the scarred arsonist with black-dyed hair and icy-blue eyes runs a life shrouded in mystery. . . Rude, merciless and apathetic, the 25-year-old is a prominent member of a terrorist group of supernatural outcasts that pursues the destruction of society. Dabi is capable of generating and controlling blue fire at will, but at the cost of his own life.

stuck with @kettensaege

ooc!! selective. mutuals only. single muse. indie rp. manga-canon portrayal of the villain "dabi" (boku no hero academia) by kōhei horikoshi. mun is 21+. open for plotting.

this blog/character deals with: tw self-harm, ableism, suicidal ideation, body horror, gore, emotional regression, identity issues, patricide and mental illnesses such as borderline personality disorder and sociopathy.

[muutosarchive]

All you have to do is beg, and I will give you what you want. / omega hehehe

his tail flickers. a rumble produced deep within inhuman chest. raised from it's space on the floor, as cool eyes of liquid nitrogen burn through the mask. less emotion resides in the glow of stars signaling his perfect design. of course less than glamor blues. ice cold, but still with the capacity for vulnerability. built by the very hands of lucifer, omega is convinced, to serve this great purpose of belonging. of giving away every part of himself. not demeaning to place himself below the man . . . it is simply natural, despite nature's lack of facilitation. long, onyx claws rounding waist to find hand-holds as spats curl on the ground. uniform tugging seams of suddenly too-small cassock as he grows from his stealth height to that of his true form. grandiose. big teeth, gnarled horns &. scarred, black muscles as far as the eye could see. those glaring orbs akin to the night sky, even as he angrily tears off the chrome plate from over his face. ears sprung back against his skull, pointed &. with some subtle missing chunks from his many fights in the underworld.

his spaded tail comes around the short legs standing before him, while wrapping more tightly to opposite thigh. all occurring in such typical regal form reduced to tight, heightened shoulders. but not from the contemplation of begging. no . . . has far in a way torn himself apart before the man's mismatched eyes. does not fear embarrassment. a horse's snort releasing from the great beast that fans across the exposed line of the abdomen beneath his nose. hands &. knees the position to fully make-up the size between the ghoulish figure &. his handler. the pretty, poised &. chosen one. ruler of the leviathan throne. oh, but he'd loved him before that, too. when he belonged to someone else, in a sense. but he'd always found his way home.

"please, sir --" he cringes. such a human tone sounds oddly shaken, even as thighs lower &. he begins nosing around the man's stomach like he were a dejected dog. "you already know i'd do anything for you. why torture me like this?" tortured by this innate desire already, curious eyes snap with the slow draw-back of snout. "please let me serve &. be of service." he bows his head. eyes snuffed to the back of his lids. pride pouring out of his chest &. splattering on shoes. though, omega was a proud ghoul. something elegant woven into sacrifice, even when displayed so primal &. needing.

🍒 @p0pestar 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 ↪ 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

[h8temail]

@serpcntes ; receiver's muse helping sender's muse clean blood off of them. ( tasm!peter @ mj )

it isn't uncommon for peter to come back to their apartment bloodied up in some sort of way. typically it was scapes along his body, things that could be easily wiped and put a salve on it. however when he hears the window open and witness peter stumbling in, nearly falling to the floor, maahir instantly stops what he's doing to get to his side quickly. hands steady him, ushering him further into their apartment to sit him on the sofa. taking a moment to go to the bathroom and come back with the first aid kit and a clean cloth, he kneels down in front of him, pressing the cold washcloth to skin to start wiping the blood away.

he's silent for a moment, wondering what he should say. part of maahir wants to scold him for his potential recklessness but another part of him wonders just how bad the extent of his wounds are. ❛ you look pretty beat up ... what happened ? i mean ― i know you were fighting, i got news of it on my phone but y'know ... i'd rather hear it from you. ❜ trying not to scrub at scrapes and cuts, he pulls the bloodied cloth away and opens up the kit, pulling out gauze and salve to put on his cheek on a bad cut. ❛ i hate seeing you like this, i'm always worried whenever you go out there. ❜

he knew that there's nothing that can be done, new york needed spider-man ― needed peter more than ever and yet he was selfish, he wanted to keep him in their apartment, away from harm's way. he wished there was something he could do beside sit here, waiting for him to come back like a worried housewife. setting things down, hands move and start to gently pull at the suit that still covered peter's body. ❛ c'mon bug boy, help me take this off of you so i can see the extent of your injuries ... ❜

[despelled]

     ⇢            ALPHINA    BLACK        ✶        davika    hoorne    ,        25    ,        demiwoman    ,        she    /    they    ,        half    -    blood    ,        fourth    year    ,        auror    training.    member    of    gryffindor    quidditch    team    ,        broom    racing    league    ,        dueling    club    ,        and    astronomy    club.    can    be    described    as    indomitable    ,        pragmatic    ,        decadent    ,        and    aloof.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢                        .                  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒         .

　full　name　:　alphina  apiradee  black 　nickname(s)　:　alphie  ,   api  ,   deedee 　age　/　dob　:　twenty  five  /  nov  20  ,   1997 　zodiac　:　scorpio 　blood　status　:　half  blood

　gender　:　demi  woman 　pronouns　:　she  /  they 　sexuality　:　pansexual

　house　:　gryffindor 　year　:　fourth 　specialization　:　originally  a  hit  wizard  ,   she  recently  broadened  her  horizons  to  auror  training 　extracurriculars　:　gryffindor  quidditch  team  (  beater  )  ,   broom  racing  ,   competitive  dueling  ,   and  astronomy  club 　wand　:　cedar  ,   veela  hair  ,   12½"  ;  unyielding 　patronus　:　erumpent

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐢                        .                  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃         .

　birth　place　:　cairo  ,   egypt 　home　region　/　school　:　southwest  /  odalric  ,  for  sixth  &  seventh  year 　social　class　:　upper  -  middle  class 　father　:　sirius  black 　mother　:　mayarasa  issaret   (   †   ) 　sibling(s)　:　none  ,  but  they  have  a  plethora  of  godsiblings 　pet(s)　:　a  maine  coon  named  rune  ,  and  an  eagle  owl  named  naiyana.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐢𝐢                        .                  𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋         .

　face　claims　:　davika  hoorne 　eye　colour　:　dark  brown  ,   almost  black 　hair　colour　/　style　:　near  waist  length  wavy  ,  black  hair.  can  be  seen  trying  all  sorts  of  styles  for  even  slightly  fancier  occasions  ,   but  as  a  general  rule  she  usually  has  a  few  scrunchies  or  hair  ties  on  her  wrist  that  she  uses  to  put  it  up  into  a  messy  bun  ,   ponytail  or  braids  (  though  she'll  make  do  with  rubber  bands  or  pencils  if  need  be  !  ) 　height　:　175cm      /      5'7 　build　:　has  a  classical  ballerina  build  ;   lithe  and  long  legged. 　clothing　style　:　depending  on  her  mood  ,   alphina   will  wear  anything    (  and  i  mean  anything  )  that  she  can  get  her  hands  on.  from  floral  printed  sundresses  to  a   six  month  long  unwashed  hoodie  ,   versatile  is  the  best  way  to  describe  her  wardrobe. 　dominant　hand　:　ambidextrious 　tattoos　:　a  sak  yant  tattoo  in  the  base  shape  of  a  unalome  down  the  center  of  her  back. 　piercings　:　three  lobe  piercings  on  the  left  ,   four  on  the  right  ,   plus  two  helix's  on  the  right  ,   an  industrial  ,   two  inner  conches  and  a  forward  helix  on  her  left 　scars　:　can  usually  be  found  with  a  few  scrapes  or  bruises  from  going  too  hard  at  quidditch  (  and  the  fact  that  she  does  not  hold  herself  back  )  ,    but  nothing  too  permanent  (  yet  ) 　notable　features　:　a  heart  /  star  /  flower  beneath  her  left  eye  stamped  with  an  eyeliner  pen  ,   painted  nails  ,   the  smell  of  soft  vanilla  ,   yuzu  ,   and  pomegranate  in  the  air.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐯                        .                  𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑         .

　　—　  her  story  begins  like  this  :  there  is  a  man  who  hunts  ,  and  a  woman  who  refuses  to  be  hunted.  (  this  not  her  story  yet  ,  of  course  ,  not  when  she  hasn’t  become  even  a  possibility  in  her  parent’s  minds.  )  but  there  is  a  man  ,  and  from  a  woman  ,  does  he  finally  learn  to  love.

　　—　  her  mother  tells  her  it  went  like  this  :  her  father  was  a  man  who  hungered  ,  who  craved.  devouring  all  in  his  path  ,  he  had  a  desire  for  the  world  that  none  would  dare  to  rival.  for  he  thirsted  for  answers  ,  khon dii  ,  and  in  that  search  ━━  do  you  know  what  he  found  ?  her  mother’s  voice  is  filled  with  fondness  where  it  washes  over  her  ,  her  father  with  a  deep  hue  of  red  dusting  his  cheeks  from  where  he  watches  over  them.  '  love  ’  ,  she  answers  for  her  mother  ,  because  it  is  the  only  answer  to  a  story  she  has  heard  so  many  times  before.  he  found  love  ,  he  found  her  mother  ,  and  within  it  all  :  happiness.

　　—　  her  father  tells  it  to  her  somewhat  differently  :  for  this  is  the  version  of  the  story  her  mother  could  not  pass  off  as  an  innocuous  bedtime  story  for  their  young  daughter.  no  ,  this  story  is  one  full  of  anger  ,  of  hatred.  (  there  is  a  vast  emptiness  to  her  father’s  soul  ,  you  see.  a  dried  up  river  in  the  shape  of  his  childhood  ,  memories  of  a  family  he  would  be  better  off  forgetting.  )  i  am  not  a  good  man  ,  alphie  ,  is  what  her  father  says  ,  but  by  the  gods  ,  does  he  try.  he  was  not  taught  kindness  ,  he  was  not  raised  soft  ,  but  how  ,  oh  how  ,  did  he  wish  to  be.  

　　—　the  name  black  never  meant  much  to  alphina  as  a  child  ⸻  and  why  would  it  ?  it  was  simply  her  name  ,  passed  down  to  her  by  her  father  ,  forsaken  in  matrimony  by  her  mother.  it  was  her  name  ,  her  father's  connection  to  her  ,  and  there  was  no  amount  of  weight  an  outsider  could  place  upon  it  that  would  cause  her  to  bend.  (  it  didn’t  matter  that  the  name  black  meant  an  invitation  to  an  elite  society  in  some  european  countries  ,  nor  an  instant  accreditation  to  wealth  and  power.  )  no  ,  no.  black  simply  meant  a  family  of  three  ,  you  see.  with  a  mediwizard  for  a  father,  a  fierce  protecter  for  a  mother  ,  and  the  child  that  blossomed  from  the  love  between  them.

　　—　and  so  reality  does  not  touch  alphina  for  a  good  fifteen  years  .  not  the  reality  that  everyone  else  knows  ,  anyways.  for  what  do  other  people  know  about  her  endless  travels  and  adventures  ?  of  years  spent  moving  from  magic  settlement  to  muggle  settlement  ,  back  and  forth  ,  back  and  forth  ,  chasing  leads  and  constantly  discovering  ?  with  lessons  only  the  lands  could  teach  her  ,  and  her  magic  free  in  a  way  no  laws  would  ever  allow.  all  she  had  ever  needed  were  the  passing  connections  made  along  the  way  to  suffice  ;  her  mother  the  anchor  before  an  eternally  shifting  road.    

　　—　living  with  her  roots  planted  firmly  within  a  singular  patch  of  soil  had  never  sounded  anything  except  suffocating  for  alphina  ,  herself  a  true  child  of  nomadic  upbringings.  it  was  the  life  she  had  been  raised  for  ,  and  the  only  one  she  had  wanted  for  herself.  (  she  learns  soon  enough  ,  that  the  choice  was  never  truly  hers.  )

　　—　her  mother  falls  ill  to  a  sickness  ,  one  that  attacks  her  veela  nature  in  a  way  that  it  never  will  her  fathers  ,  but  one  that  could  potentially  bring  ruin  to  hers.  her  mother  cannot  send  her  back  to  the  village  she  herself  had  been  raised  in  (  where  she  had  been  singled  out  ,  preyed  upon.  the  beauty  a  double  edged  sword  for  those  of  their  blood.  )  

　　—　so  instead  ,  she  touches  down  to  england  with  her  bags  heavy  and  her  heart  heavier.  an  indefinite  stay  ,  but  a  permanent  one  nonetheless.  (  how  terrifying  the  unknown  can  be.  )

　　—　the  last  memories  of  her  mother  look  like  this  :  her  gaunt  face  through  the  window  of  the  single  story  cabin  they  have  made  a  home  in.  she  waves  with  a  trembling  hand  ,  her  mouth  making  shape  to  the  sound  of  an  ‘  i  love  you  '  ,  a  heart  -  wrenching  '  i'm  so  sorry  '  to  follow.  and  how  dare  her  mother  apologize  for  a  sickness  she  cannot  control  ?  ….  how  dare  she  get  sick  and  send  her  away  at  all.

　　—　her  father  greets  her  on  the  doorsteps  of  a  household  she  has  only  ever  frequented  on  the  occasional  basis.  and  while  happy  to  see  him  ,  she  is  unhappy  to  stay.  instead  ,  sixteen  becomes  a  tumultuous  age  for  alphina  ,  her  entire  life  upheaved  and  forced  to  order.  '  boarding  school  '  becomes  a  term  she  learns  to  regard  with  a  disgust  only  reserved  for  personal  attacks  and  wet  socks  (  and  somehow  ,  odalric's  school  of  witchcraft  and  wizardry  has  wrought  upon  her  both  in  those  last  two  years  of  attendance.  )

　　—　it  ends  like  this  :  her  father  crying  throughout  his  apology  to  her  ,  for  he  had  promised  to  shield  her  from  exposure  to  the  horrors  of  his  own  childhood  ,  from  the  black  name  ;  bestowing  upon  her  the  freedoms  of  a  life  away  from  his  own.  he  had  sworn  to  her  that  he  would  find  the  cure  to  her  mother's  ailment  soon  ,  on  departure  to  stay  by  her  mother's  side  ,  and  that  they  would  come  for  her  in  no  time  at  all.  he  had  assured  her  that  she  would  only  see  a  few  months  of  her  gilded  cage  ,  of  this  overbearing  ,  suffocating  society.  that  he  would  write  ,  she  would  learn  ,  and  they  would  all  do  their  duty  to  prevail.  　　—　her  mother  passes  during  her  last  year  at  odalric’s  ,  and  her  only  goodbye  is  a  letter  to   her  name.  for  a  cure  for  this  veela  afflicting  illness  is  never  found  (  a  population  so  minuscule  ,  so  unimportant  for  research  to  have  ever  gotten  far  ...  )  ,  and  her  life  in  england  is  forever  solidified  as  she  gives  in  to  his  request  to  stay  by  her  father's  side. 　　—　the  last  few  years  of  teenhood  are  spent  mourning  her  mother  ,  and  re - learning  and  re - loving  the  man  she  calls  father.  (  then  '  dad  '  ,  now  '  phaw  '  in  ever  endearment  ).  for  while  sirius  was  a  present  figure  ,  it  was  at  her  mother's  side  that  alphina  flourished  ;  his  own  periods  of  time  at  their  side  forever  shared  with  the  life  he  led  in  england.  

*               &            ◞                     𝐯                        .                  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂         .

　　—　alphie  is  half  -  veela  from  her  mother's  side  ,  and  while  they  have  yet  to  ever  transform  into  a  rather  terrifying  harpy  -  like creature  like  her  mother  had  before  ,  she  is  rather  talented  at  throwing  fireballs  when  incensed.  other  uses  of  her  veela  magic  include  :  being  rather  '  entrancing  '  to  those  around  her  (  especially  to  those  who  meet  her  for  the  first  time  ,  though  the  effect  can  wear  off  with  longterm  exposure  )  ,  appearing  physically  perfect  ,  graceful  and  flawless  at  all  times  (  it  might  not  be  the  truth  ,  but  she  does  appear  that  way  to  others  )  ,  being  able  to  hypnotize  and  mesmerize  people  with  intent  (  she's  mostly  in  control  of  having  this  effect  on  others  ,  but  in  theory  they  could  slip  up  )  ,  and  a  natural  inclination  towards  wandless  magic.

　　—　joined  the  gryffindor  quidditch  team  as  a  beater  bc  my  girl  has  a  lot  of  pent  up  anger  ����✋  she's  generally  a  pretty  nice  ,  pretty  easy  going  soul  i  swear ??  but  while  she  doesn't  normally  have  a  short  temper  ,  if  u  catch  her  at  the  wrong  moment  ,  she'll have  u  laid  out  flat  before  u  can  even  blink</3  she's  trained  in  brazilian  jiu  jitsu  ,  thai  boxing  and  eskrima  ,  so  please  don't  fuck  with  her  (  or  do  😈😈  !!  )

　　—　is  incredibly  independent.  growing  up  with  parents  like  hers  who  lived  by  a  do  or  die  kinda  motto  ,  alphie  has  adapted  that  same  sort  of  resilience  in  her  own  everyday  routine.  there  really  isn't  much  they  can't  do  once  they  put  their  mind  to  it  ,  and  the  thought  of  failure  alone  is  embarrassing  enough  to  see  her  through  with  most  her  endeavours.  she'll  either  see  things  to  the  end  ,  or  die  trying  ,  mark  her  words.

　　—　a  polyglot  through  general  life  experience.  her  current  languages  include  :  nepali  ,  portuguese  ,  spanish  ,  french  ,  thai  ,  tagalog  and  english.  they  simply  go  in  hand  with  the  places  alphie  has  spent  the  longest  while  growing  up.  these  include  both  cities  and  settlements  within  wizarding  society  and  muggle  society.  if  anything  ,  alphie  is  more  comfortable  within  muggle  society  than  wizarding  ,  especially  since  her  introduction  to  the  rest  of  the  black  family.

　　—　still  struggles  with  the  idea  of  an  actually  '  structured  '  school  ??  most  of  what  she's  learned  is  from  her  mother  and  their  travels  ,  so  alphie  is  considered  incredibly  advanced  in  some  subjects  ,  and  horribly  behind  in  others.  this  is  mostly  a  practical  vs  theoretical  studies.  they  don't  really  understand  why  they  need  to  write  entire  essays  on  a  spell  she  can  just  simply  showcase  them  ??

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐯𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒　　　　.

　　—　𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔   :    requesting  as  many  of  these  as  possible  regardless  of  age  /  house  <33  alphie  might  be  an  extrovert  who  grew  up  without  any  longterm  friendships  that  weren't  penpals  and  her  godsiblings  but  so  WHAT  !  this  is  simply  the  time  to  shine  !!  gotta  stretch  those  friend  making  muscles  bay - bee  !!

　　—　𝒇𝒘𝒃𝒔    :    because  alphie  is  sexy  ,  and  DESERVES  to  have  a  good  time  !  they've  always  been  raised  to  have  a  pretty  open  view  on  physical  affection  and  sex  ,  and  while  alphie  does  believe  in  the  concept  of  true  love  like  her  parents  had  ,  she  is  Nawt  really  looking  for  it  here  ...   

　　—　𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓    :    now  remember  when  we  covered  how  alphie  did  not  grow  up  with  the  conventional  childhood  education  ?  like  don't  get  me  wrong  ,  they're  incredibly  intelligent  ,  and  know  different  styles  of  magic  from  multiple  different  countries  ,  but  essay  writing  ....  homework  ?  someone  please  help  them.  they  will  in  fact  insist  they  do Not  need  it  and  get  frustrated  at  sitting  and  working  at  it  for  hours  but  .... somebody's  gotta  see  to  it  that  it's  done  ..........  like  babygirl’s  tryna  become  an  auror  ,  and  those  grades  gotta  live  up  to  that  goal   (  somehow  😩  )

　　—　𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉    :    besides  the  veela  origins  (  which  !  would  love  one  or  multiple  plots  /  hcs  about  how  ur  muse  reacts  to  a  veela  ,  even  a  half  -  veela<3333  !!!  )  alphie  is  still v  cool  ,  v  fun  .  incredibly  fun  ,  actually  .  and  just  rather  unhinged  in  general  compared  to  ~  polite  ~  british  society  ???  so  someone  pls  crush  on  them.  i  just  want  smth  cute  ,  smth  sweet  !  or  ,  in  a  complete  turn  of  events  ,  alphie  is  the  one  to  catch  feels  ???  catch  infatuation  ???  they've  never  felt  this  way  before   .......  it's  absolutely  Gross  ??  and  she'd  like  10  more  of  it  pronto  .

　　—　𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌  𝒚𝒐𝒖    :    someone  somehow  pls  just  get  on  her  bad  side.  i  need  a  fuck  u  plot  😔✋  praying  for  each  other’s  downfall  ,  rivals  w  secxual  tension  methinks  ....

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#godsmstke      :      independent,  selective    &    mutuals  only  writing  blog  for  carl  francis  hashish  gallagher  from  showtime’s  shameless  (us)  fandom.  their  character  has  been  created  around  both  canon  and  personal  headcanons.  tortured  regularly  by  hope.  est.  march  2023.  

a  character  exploration  into      →      unable  to  escape  your  family’s  reputation    /    anger    /    soft,  naive  boy    /    mindless  violence    /    you’re  either  gonna  end  the  world  or  save  it,  kid    /    sociopath    /    violence  is  always  the  answer.

𝐢.    𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.      𝐢𝐢.    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.      𝐢𝐢𝐢.    𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.      𝐢𝐯.    𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒.

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#001 ── 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒，

Ꮺ 𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘

( 💐 ) ── before you follow

𝐢. on this blog, i will share my opinion on different topics regarding spirituality, shifting, and well-being. again, this is my opinion: not an absolute truth. you're 100% free to disagree with it!

𝐢𝐢. i do this for my entertainment, so don't follow or believe anything i say blindly as i am in no way an expert. still, if you have any questions, i'll do my best to answer honestly.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. i will talk about my desired reality (dr) on here. i'm chronically online and very sarcastic; i make references to random things and brain rot, sometimes i type in all caps, and i make more typos than i can count. don't take things i say too seriously.

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

Ꮺ 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓

( 💐 ) ── do not interact

𝐢. basic do not interact criteria, really. if you're racist, homophobic, transphobic, colorist, sexist, misogynist, sexualize minors, or something along those lines, block me before i block you. it's that easy!

𝐢𝐢. if you're an anti-shifter, or don't respect religions, beliefs, and practices that differ from your own. (seriously, how did you even end up on my blog?)

𝐢𝐢𝐢. if you support israel, or pretend not to see what is going on in palestine, congo, sudan, and other parts of the world, block me.

𝐢𝐯. don't follow me (interacting is still okay) if you're younger than fourteen or older than twenty-five, unless i follow you first.

𝐯. if you write or reblog very explicit stuff, heavy on romanticizing non-con, incest, and other things like that.

ps: it's not a "coping mechanism", you people should be seriously locked up

𝐯𝐢. if you anti any k-pop groups i like, especially my ults.

𝐯𝐢𝐢. if you sexualize people too much. i don't care if they're you significant other in another reality, keep that to yourself. it makes me uncomfortable, and it's weird.

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. if you defend problematic people.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 !

Ꮺ 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

( 💐 ) ── asks

𝐢. asks are open. as i mentioned before, i am no way an expert, so ask for advice at your own risk. keep in mind that all my answers are based on personal experiences, beliefs, and theories. i'll try my best in any case!

𝐢𝐢. reminder that i'm free to refuse asks if i don't feel like i'm knowledgeable enough on the subject. i might still answer you to let you know, though.

𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

© sstarbliss 2024

[ednaeflowers]

# 𝑬𝑫𝑵𝑨𝑬𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺 is a 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐚 roleplay blog for 𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐚  /  written by jenny ( 25+ ; she/her ) ❀ low activity due to life. established in january 2024.

my knowledge of zestiria lore + characterization of edna are based off the japanese version of the video game; that is my true canon since i don't like her characterization from the game's english localization. i am not a fan of its version of the story, so you won't be seeing me roleplay the anime adaptation on this blog either. that said, you do not need to know about the series to roleplay with me if you are not a tales/zestiria blog. i am happy to answer any questions you may have about zestiria lore ! i don't play it as often as i do with zestiria, but i can also help answer questions about berseria since it's the prequel to zestiria.

the bare minimum that i require you to know is that edna is a seraph. a seraph, by default, is not visible to ordinary humans unless you have high resonance ( natural affinity you're born with to let you perceive seraphim ). for practicality's sake, anyone i roleplay with can see her under an excuse of your muse a) mysteriously having high resonance, or b) not being 100% human—but do please keep this in mind before following this blog because this will still affect our interactions overall, such as background human characters not being able to see her.

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𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧:

𝐢. absence is a scar of the heart; always aching, always wistful. 𝐢𝐢. the hopelessness of a younger sister's love for her dear older brother. 𝐢𝐢𝐢. you must never cry, because sentimentality makes you bleed openly. 𝐢𝐯. in the lapse of the sea meeting the shore, equilibrium is met with you. 𝐯. waiting hurts, but that's all one can do sometimes.

𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 / 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

                                          meebo 🩵

[seraphiism]

❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐯 ) ;

( THERE'S THIS SOMETHING INSIDE YOU THAT'S ROTTING AWAY & YOU FEEL IT ALL ALONG. )

characters : rahu • shalom quote cr : sylvia plath ; haruki murakami a/n : reader is not necessarily the chief » pt. i • pt. ii • pt. iii

↬ rahu ࿐ ࿔

BUT THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN INNOCENCE LOST, HASN'T THERE? IN THE DEPTHS OF LOYALTY, THERE IS FATALITY, AND IN RIGHTEOUSNESS, THERE IS THE DESTRUCTION OF THE SOUL. IT IS WRETCHED, THIS DECAY, BUT CALL IT SACRIFICE, AND THEY'LL PROCLAIM IT AS SOMETHING HOLY.

the rising fool knows of sacrifice in the most horrid of ways : the loss of another, the sight of splattered crimson across the barrier that served as the one thing to separate her from life and death, and the path to self-destruction to an awakening that was never meant to be hers.

it is not a life to live, but it is hers, and it is nothing of a burden. not to her, never to her. this is what she chose, this is how she lives, and this is all that she is and will ever amount to be. in each waking breath, she fights and fights, the sword and shield, and even in the haze of amnesia, she cannot escape the hauntenings.

"you're safe. no one will ever hurt you, not when i'm by your side." she tells you, and you believe her. but beneath her eyes, there is fury, outrage, and when you look closer, you see a desperation in the desire to know that she is worth something, that she means something to someone.

you take one step closer, hand cupping her cheek as your thumb traces over her scar. it is a gentle touch -- careful, afraid, as if you could easily push her too far into the brink of fury, lose her in the madness of mania.

"i know you will." you answer, but she notices the way your voice wavers, and there's a shift in her expression, a lowering of her guard, the slightest baring of a rotting heart. "but i need to know, rahu--" you pause, feel the words on the tip of your tongue, "was it worth it? everything that you've become, everything that you gave up?"

she sees your grief, accepts it whole, yet she does not understand it entirely. she doesn't understand why you grieve for her, for her past, why you would torment yourself because of another's choice. but she looks at you, wonders if she mirrors that same look of loss that you can never hide from her.

she leans slightly into your touch, seeks the strange but welcome warmth you have always given her. she has always known her answer. it will never change, even in the knowing that she may succumb to the mania.

"it is." she responds, and she feels the way your hand begins to tremble. "it'll always be worth it. there's no other way."

↬ shalom ࿐ ࿔

& THE WORLD HAS ALWAYS BEEN A CRUELTY, A COLDNESS AND WRATH ENVELOPED IN ONE'S EXISTENCE. ISN'T IT TERRIBLY LONELY, BEING THE HIGHEST OF THE HIGH? IN BIRTH, MEANT FOR GREATER THINGS, BUT IN DEATH, MEANT FOR THE FALL.

to survive brutality, shalom learns that one must become brutality themselves : play up the weakness and vulnerability in a granted madness, an abandon, return it tenfold, and emerge as the victor. such is the nature of one's life, a fated downfall, this belonging in the elites, and so she learns cruelty like it is a close friend, a lifeline, a becoming.

the strings that fall from her fingertips attach themselves to another, the control in her hands, this puppet show a never ending tragedy and game. lies and deceit are all she knows, all she is familiar with, and kindness is but a wary stranger. this is her survival, and you would be wise to understand that.

because you are the one at the end of those strings, after all. you and so many others, bound by these invisible ties : how they embed themselves, bury their claws into your limbs, your mind, and your heart. what a poor thing you are, she thinks, but there is a gentle smile on her face. she believes you should be pitied, so deeply and dearly so, but she feels little sympathy, and in truth, you are the one who pities her.

"you are more a tool than a person." you begin, and you cannot help but shiver at the feeling of her fingers tracing your skin. "you've told me that so many times before, but you never seem hurt, knowing that you exist only for someone's benefit, knowing that you can only live for someone else and not yourself."

she smiles. it is a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, but it is as cold and gentle as her touch. her fingers trace your jaw, then trail down your neck. how easy it would be for her to wrap her hand around, squeeze ever so gently, slowly and softly, until she stole your breath.

"does it make you sad, little lamb?" she hums in amusement. her fingers move once more, thumb grazing over your bottom lip as she leans forward the slightest bit. "do you feel sad for me, the one who controls your every action?"

another step forward, a closing distance between two people who were never meant to amount to anything more. another smile. it is genuine this time, almost gleeful in the most subtle of ways.

"don't forget who you are, little lamb. you are just as much of a tool as i am."

[lykosog]

( sms ) : i got a code red situation.

Texting prompts / Accepting

[Text ➟ Dany]: what happened?

[Text ➟ Dany]: you know what...

[Text ➟ Dany]: doesn't matter

[Text ➟ Dany]: just tell me where you are

[Text ➟ Dany]: I'll be there in a few minutes

[sihlvrmoved]

@cloudtorn  sent:    " i   never   asked   to   be   like   this .” 

see ,   there’s  always  found  solemnity  in  shared  thoughts                   he  remembers  a  younger  self ,   LOST  AND  MISPLACED ,  burning  the  very  same  piteous  cry  to  his  mother’s  ear .     ❛              you  see ,  i  don’t  think  most  of  us  do  ,   do  we  ?        ❜    ,             it’s   rhetorical   in    it’s    tone  ,     offering   to    the    other    a    nod                         HE    UNDERSTOOD      /      HE   ACKNOWLEDGES   .    your    heart    is    a bastion  ,     thundering    proudly    within    the    cage    of    your    chest  .      so ,    he    doesn’t   want    to    offer   too   much  .    protect   !  ,   it    bellows  :   protect    the    home    that    is    not    quite    home  ,     but    the    only    one    you    have    ever    known .    you    cannot    protect    what’s    on   your   face  ,     IN  YOUR   EYES                     (       THE      WINDOWS    TO    THE    SOUL  .   )            HE   ,   THE   GOD   OF   MISCHIEF  ,    THE   VERY   IMAGE   OF   MISTRUST   AND   EVIL                   he    knew    this    feeling    better    than    anyone  .          /        CURSED    AT    BIRTH  ,    never    to    be    trusted ,    never    to    be   understood                        but      always     meant     to     be     feared .      AND    HE    NEVER    ASKED   FOR    IT  .           ❛      a   thousand  years  have  fortunately  taught  me  many valuable  lessons ,                                                  and    one    of   the    most    essential   of    them ,    you’ll   find ,    is    that   you    become   what    you   are    and    more .     if   that’s   what   they   want   you    to    be ,    THAT   SHOULD   BE    EXACTLY   WHAT   THEY    GET .   ❜        ･ﾟﾟ･    i.      quotes  from  pinterest  .    ‘     accepting .