#feelsofhiraeth

[sociieties]

@feelsofhiraeth​: " i’d  rather  die  young  than  die  alone. " for angel, from ahmya

in a way, he gets it. in a way, he doesn’t. to die — die young, die alone, he doesn’t necessarily see the point in either, if he had to be completely honest. if anything, angel would rather just die. to simply die and perhaps, to not come back if it meant he could escape being used the way he’s being used. that, however, is easier said than done, which is why he doesn’t bother anymore. “ company isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, ahmya. ” to go quietly, alone, lost in some abyss of complete and utter silence, angel thinks, sounds wonderful. “ dying your isn’t, either. burn before you peak and all there’s left is useless pity and fake tears. ”

[slayersaided]

feelsofhiraeth​:

a gentle smile graces her lips as haru speaks and she doesn’t dare try and argue with him about that, despite having conflicting feelings regarding the matter.  part of her has always been ashamed that she couldn’t stick it out as a slayer, that her fear was so paralyzing that she had to give up her sword.  and everyone accepted that and wasn’t angry with her at all.  it was strange because she spent months being so angry with herself, feeling as though she let her deceased family members down, and when kanae passed she felt like she was such a disappointment.  all the heavy lifting was left to shinobu.  it hurts sometimes, but aoi wasn’t the type to discuss her feelings so willingly.  and not with just anyone.  still, as haru wraps his arms around her she can’t help the giggle that escapes her.  “ compared to you i don’t do much, haru! ”  shifting, she leans her head against his own, giving a soft sigh.  “ if anyone deserves hugs it’s you. ”

     ❝ aoi-chan... you know that’s not true. you are just as important as the rest of the members of the corps. ❞ he knew fighting demons was a touchy subject for kanzaki, especially the events that transpired during her final selection a year prior. she must have felt terrible when tokito muichiro only became a hashira a few months after the selection concluded. it essentially was survival of the fittest. the medic girl was one of the bravest people the kakushi & it absolutely saddened him to see that his childhood companion does not see all the wonderful attributes & the ever-so impressive skillset that make up the amazing human person that is kanzaki aoi. one of his closest & dearest friends. he would not have met her if it were not for the demon slayer corps. ❝ none of us here at the mansion think you’re a burden to the corps, aoi-chan. i’m not that special, either. in this war, we all have a part to play & yours is making tremendous impact on the corps’ cause already. you’re very important to us, always remember that, alright? ❞

[slayersaided]

top 5 song associations

share the top songs in your playlist that most inspire / represent your muses the most.  bonus points if you include lyrics to go along with it.

pollyanna by linda hennrick

you may say I'm a fool feelin' the way that I do i believe in friends and laughter and the wonders love can do i believe in songs and magic and that's why I believe in you

bein' friends by linda hennrick

when you're looking for a shoulder, you can cry on won't you think about me? when you're looking for someone you can rely on don't you ever doubt me i'll be there someway, somehow that's what being friends is about

lemon boy by cavetown

lemon boy and me started to get along together i helped him plant his seeds and we'd mow the lawn in bad weather it's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him so, i got myself a citrus friend

no matter what by rebecca sugar

through whoever you've been through whoever you'll be through whatever you lose you will always have me at the end of your rope i'll be holding you tight i'm gonna be right by your side, no matter what

talk to me by cavetown

we can talk here on the floor on the phone, if you prefer i'll be here until you're okay let your words release your pain you and I will share the weight growing stronger day by day it's so dark outside tonight build a fire warm and bright and the wind, it howls and bites bite it back with all your might

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[spungolden]

WHAT FLAVOUR IS YOUR SOUL? / blake

Tagged by: @saviourofzaun 

Tagging: @khrused / @mysfated / @pluviacuratio / @feelsofhiraeth

rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

[sociietiesarc]

it’s not that easy. they’d tell her that if they thought it helped, but yannik wasn’t stupid enough to say something like that. not when it would only make everything worse, may even cause her to walk out and leave them without a partner for the rest of the mission, which would be the last thing they wanted to happen. hard pass.

“ i’m sorry. ” it’s the least they could say, choosing to start off with an apology that probably weighed more than it sounded. they’re sorry they didn’t say anything before, sorry that everything’s been so hectic, sorry that they’re been so difficult. better to fix it now instead of later before there was no later to fix it in. sighing, yannik turned away from the other, no longer wanting to look an upset woman in the face.

“ i’m better at fighting alone. ” more accurately put, they’re better at fighting when they don’t have to think about the likelihood of someone making them out to be a liar. had it been someone else, someone who wasn’t a shikigami user, they wouldn’t have been so difficult to get along with, but it’s far too late for that. “ i think it’s better i do this alone. ” alone and without the anxiety they gets just from being around her. “ our techniques don’t work well together, you’ve seen that for yourself. and at this rate — ” they pause long enough to glance her way, motioning vaguely at her, “ you’ll end up dead before we get what we need. ” / @feelsofhiraeth, continued.

[damnedreams]

♡ + for sasuke & mitsuri or sasusaku!

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… / @feelsofhiraeth

sa.su/saku!

Who is the most affectionate?

Sakura is the more affectionate of the two. As a couple I picture them as practical type of couple. Their affection usually comes out moving the other out of the way, guiding them, yet the sweetness to their affection is still seen. They hold each other a second longer than necessary and glance at each other to share silent conversations.

They also show affection through acts of service. Sasuke preparing Sakura's coffee/tea to her exact preference. Sakura gifting Sasuke a pair of noise canceling earphones because she knows how much he enjoys listening to music.

Who initiates the handholding?

They both do. As they're getting out of the car together, they meet in the front and Sakura's got her hand out for Sasuke. Sasuke grabbing her hand when Sakura is on the phone because of work to guide her and ensure she doesn't knock into someone as they're out and about.

If they want to be sweet, Sakura will lean against his arm as they're holding hands. Sasuke rubs his thumb along her knuckles.

Who worries more for the other?

Equally! Sakura likes to overwork herself, dedicated her job and field. She begins to forget to eat, hydrate, and rest. Sasuke has his own demons that he's dealing with and he'll go off on his own. They've learned to work with each other through these difficult phases.

Who is more likely to ask for help?

They're both stubborn, I want to say they both wait until they can't help it.

Who is the one always losing the keys?

They're both good about keeping their belongings. I've always seen them as very organized individuals that keep everything in it's place.

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

Viewing them as more as a practical couple, their notes are more directed to tasks and chores that need to get done. Though really these two text each other these notes, it's more efficient. Sakura is more likely to end the texts with a 'Love you.' Sasuke will just love the message after he replies that he will do what she's asking.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

It's not that they can't sleep without the other, it's more of a preference at the end of the day. Sakura likes being the big spoon and cuddling Sasuke. Sasuke let's her do what she wants, because she's stubborn and will man handle him into whatever position she wants him in (while asleep!). Though it did take some time for him to get used to her presence.

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Sakura will bring it up first. Sasuke does the proposal because he knows Sakura will do it if he keeps her waiting too long. Her patience lasts so long.

Who introduced the other to their family first?

Sakura does, since Sasuke's family is dead. Though of course the time will come when he will bring her to the cemetery where they are buried. Probably does it a few months before they get married.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

Sasuke. He likes playing with hair. As a child he loved messing with his mother and brother's long hair. He'll brush it for her, tuck her hair behind her ears. Those are his loving gestures.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

Sasuke takes on that duty. He will prepare meals for them and their family. At times he will stop by Sakura's workplace to leave her lunch if he notices she forgot it.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

Sakura will step up real fast if you manage to piss her off. She's learned hone in her temper, so when she rips you a new one you feel it. Sasuke will step in too, though he's far more curt and concise with his words. It's his eyes that speak the threats.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Hmm. Neither really. I don't see Sakura as a suprise person. She feels a little more direct to me. Also she knows Sasuke is not a surprise type of person, so she just tells him flat out 'hey we're going here because you like it. be ready'. That's the end of that.

Sasuke like mentioned isn't much a surprise person, so he's pretty much the same as Sakura. Though that's not to say they don't try at times! :)

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Sakura does! I feel she likes to be playful and teasing with them, rather than serious.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Sasuke will drape a blanket over her. He'll pick up whatever case file she fell asleep working on and set it aside. If she's in a weird position, he'll do his best to move her into a more comfortable one. Takes her shoes and socks and sets them aside. If she's still not awake by bedtime, then he'll wake her so she can go to sleep on their bed.

[rewrittn]

@feelsofhiraeth​ halloween based starter

❝ I’m going to be completely honest when I say that I have no idea how this shit goes and all that but .... ❞ He waves his hands at some of the spooky decorations that they had added to the bakery to draw people in and get people ready for the spooky season. The bakery was getting interviewed and well, it was great to have a theme to play on. ❝ You’re gonna get a spooky bakery for the interview. Halloween themed treats and all that so I hope you like pumpkin spice because we’re drowning in that sh - crap honestly. ❞ He catches himself and censors his words the second time around at least. 

[sociieties]

@feelsofhiraeth: her mother had died five days ago and sakura had been on foot for four. a lot has happened recently, her life has flipped upside down and the only thing she knows is that there's a man her mother kept from her that was her supposed biological father. at the moment that's all she's thinking about as she manages to walk for an entire day effortlessly, only stopping for a bathroom break and some food breaks. she does stop to rest for a few hours each day. still, she keeps on moving, and oddly the closer and closer she got to a suspected location she finds herself being pulled slightly off course, and she follows her gut. it takes her into the mountains, directly to a large house tucked away from society. shoving her phone into her pocket, she balls her fist and repeatedly rattles the door until it's opened. a huge, strange-looking man answers, his height towering over her own, and sakura was quite tall for a nineteen-year-old girl. she was five foot and eleven inches tall last time she checked. having been prepared to ask his name and a plethora of questions, she realises she doesn't need to as something in her gut tightens and releases like a spark, like some weird popping sensation, and she knows without a doubt the man standing before her is her father. a few moments go by in complete silence before the backpack that loosely hangs from her shoulder falls to her feet and she brings her arm back, forming a tight fist and swinging with all her might, punching the man directly in his groin.

he knew about her death the day she died. while koki didn't have any particular connection with the woman ( not exactly close to her, but still bound to her through one of the very few promises and deals he's made and followed through ), the moment she died, he knew of it. felt her breathe her last breath and then nothing. five days and ——— nothing. time goes on, day turns to night, night turns to day, and life merely goes on, but it's the radio silence that makes him send his fairly troublesome away. that, however, didn't happen until the fourth day, sending nogitsune off to go do whatever it was he did when he wasn't around koki. it wasn't a permanent thing, something that wasn't even because he felt as if something was wrong, but something that had to be done all the same. when the child got here — the more time that passed on, the more certain of it he was; the pulling / pulling / pulling feeling was something of his blood calling for product of his blood to come to him and by the way things seemed to be going time came the fifth day, the child was close. how long had it been since he'd seen his child, anyway? brief image of a few-months-old babe wrapped up in blankets flash in his mind when it happens. the door goes, rather loudly at that, and he has to go get it. there's no question to who was making such a racket, but the way the sound rattles through his large home doesn't move him any faster. doesn't stop him from downing his final drink of sake ( fresh from the other world ) before he removes himself from the kitchen bar. before he walks off, he leaves the not empty container on the counter, now crossing the main room and making way for the door. before she could knock again, he opens the door, golden gaze immediately shifting for the ground ( as the only people he knew he could look at without casting his attention towards the ground wouldn't wait for him to open the door ) and she's there, the other half of the tugging feeling he'd been experiencing, something he couldn't even shake for anything. tiny. to be half oni, she's still tiny. from what he could see, she couldn't be too much taller than his little red fox. patient as could be, koki merely watches her look up at him, peering down at half-human all the same, saying and doing nothing as she drops her things and —— upon being punched in the groin, the body notes how her little body still packed such a punch, so much so that his natural and immediate response to being hit is for him to double over, groaning, hands instinctively moving to protect himself. while not quite brought to his knees, this was still much, much more than he thought she'd think up to do. he deserved this much.

[captivemuses]

        They both knew what today was, how much happy gossiping there’d been from girls in all three years at their school, but Draken hadn’t paid much mind to it aside from one girl. He’d thought about giving her the present at the start of the school day, but better to wait until afterward so it didn’t possibly distract Emma from her classes the entire day. 

        Draken knew Mikey would come find him once the last bell rang for the day, or at the very least wait for Draken at his shoe locker. But once the bell rang and all the students were free to go, Draken was leaving and heading down the hallway for a classroom he only went to for one reason: the same reason he cared at all about the holiday today.

        He’d been keeping his feelings for Emma a secret for a couple years now, but on certain days where it was less conspicuous for him to do something nice just for her, he might as well take the chance to do something that’ll make her smile and feel special. 

        And luckily she hadn’t had a chance to get too far, Emma wasn’t hard to spot in the growing crowd thanks to her blonde hair alone, and Draken knew he was just as easy for her to spot from his height alone. So she’d also see the small smile pulling at half his mouth as he called out her name and walked over to her.

        “Hey. Haven’t gone to find your brother yet but I got something for you in my locker. Wanted to wait until school was done.” Jerking his head in the direction he just came from and pivoting to backtrack, Draken knew Emma would follow beside him. “Classes go okay today?”

@feelsofhiraeth​

[slayersaided]

WHAT’S PECULAR ABOUT YOUR SOUL?

your soul is... warm

it draws those nearby closer to it, like a pleasantly crackling fireplace... it leaves some enamored, others delighted, but everyone leaves having been uplifted by its momentary presence in their lives. they speak of you for days to come- of the way you've changed them... you can not figure out what to make of that... of the fact that, even in death, others are still placated- enlightened- by your very presence...

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[peachmusesa]

continued: @feelsofhiraeth

“ ohhh, they’re super cute!  you always have the most prettiest shoes, inui-kun! ”  and the most expensive.  but she waddles over and takes one from him, running her finger up the spine of the heel.  “ did you just buy them or something? ”

he lets emma take it / look it over. “ i did, ” how / he won’t explain it but he did get them. in fact he got two of them. he rummages around for the box in his closet, “ but i got you a pair too. ” pulls out the box, wrapped in purple tissue paper with a pink ribbon before pushing it towards her. “ they screamed you, so i had too. ”

[sxs-a]

🌸 → ❝ Oh my god! What’s with you Mitsuri?! Stop going for shitty guys! You deserve better like Kyoujurou. ❞

[sociietiesarc]

he’s been on the mainland for about two months now and he spent most of his time avoiding the worst of what was going on. if it wasn’t one thing, it was another, soon enough learning that he’d only left one war zone to find another and even now / he chose to keep out of it. chose to instead travel across the lands as best he could, often times going through the least used trails he could be found and if not those / then he stuck to the treetops, all but completely vanishing underneath the brush of the thick leaves and such. for his own comfort, cahaya tended to travel while it was darkest, preferring to be awake while he absorbed what he did, thinks he has a better control of regulating it when he’s awake, and occasionally stops through empty war zones just to either recover or absorb more of the dark, negative energy to help himself.

tonight, however, there was no pitstop to some lost land covered in blood. there’s no wasting his own energy to create something new / no new knowledge coming in as exchange for suddenly expelling all the energy he’d collected up until now. no / tonight was the night that he’d carry on with where he was going. chooses to go on about his business, reluctantly following after yasei and wherever it was that she, the owl, chose to go. where she chose to go seemed to be to some water source, soon enough finding a lake — and at that lake, there was this bright light. bright enough to be noticed before the water was noticed / something weird enough to be found worth checking out. at first, it had been mistaken for the moonlight, something cahaya had thought to be true before realizing that there was no moon in the sky.

it doesn’t take too long for him to come to realize that the light source was a person, learning it once yasei, who had gone ahead of him, came close enough to the person in the water. a young woman / girl, someone who couldn’t have been too far from his age and — when yasei goes from flying to sitting on a nearby branch, cahaya can see that it’s a naked girl and he wants to fall straight to the earth’s crust. a few seconds pass and three steps forward later, cahaya’s in what should be her line of sight, something he pays no mind to, instead outstretching his arm for yasei to return to him and she does, settling on outstretched forearm. / @feelsofhiraeth, for chie.

[wolfvirago]

@feelsofhiraeth​ - from this

“We both know I can’t just do that.” Robin easily could have beheaded the demon so many times during their brief time together, and yet, for some foolish reason or another, she had not. The demon had gotten stronger, but so had the slayer. She was practically a fight away from becoming hashira.

“Stop running for a second and let me ask you a question, wouldja?” Aggravated, her voice growled through clenched teeth. There was so much the slayer didn’t understand about Mitsuri. 

“You had no reason to save me. You wanted my broken sword, and I let you have it, and I still cannot fathom why you’d collect it when I was still alive. Wouldn’t it be better as a trophy, if I were killed? Hunted like a dog?” Her arms shake, veins protruding from the muscle.

“I’m not planning on killing you. Just answer my questions, and don’t leave any details out. I can smell lies, too.”

[shouga-nai]

@feelsofhiraeth​ said:

valentines day was usually another normal day of hard work for angela, but even the medic enjoyed handing out little boxes of chocolates to her patients and even her fellow agents. however, there was someone she'd given special treatment to for a while now, a certain cyborg ninja who she knew definitely expected it each valentines. even if they were on the opposite side of the world, she'd still send a letter. but with overwatch back together they were all working and operating in the same base. so, with her hand-made chocolates boxed in lovely white packaging, angela uses her hours break wisely, and goes to fetch the shimada, easily finding him in the training centre. she approaches with a smile, clearing her throat to gain his attention as she comes to stand before him. " happy valentines day, genji! i hope you enjoy these truffles! " outstretching her hand, she offers the box to him. " i put ten times more love into them than last year! i hope you can taste that. "

Ah, Valentine’s. It used to be a trivial thing to him. Painfully corny. The ladies did always make a fuss over this day though. He’d receive his fair share of chocolates back in the day, then spend a considerable sum of money on lavish reciprocal gifts. That’s all it really was ─ a trade.

And now? Seeing her standing there, smiling at him with that wrapped box in hand, he’d find himself smiling back immediately while his heart swelled with happiness. This quaint little ‘celebration’ actually held meaning the past few years. Already he was mentally preparing how he was going to reciprocate when the time comes for it.

“Thank you, Angela. As always.” He took the box, cybernetic fingers running through the ribbon before chuckling at her next statement. “I don’t doubt that in the slightest, but - why don’t we taste them together? For good measure.”

[infinitxes]

@feelsofhiraeth said:

it was polite to give chocolates and gifts on valentines day, especially to her fellow sorcerers and even her students. utahime had never been one for 'boys get chocolate on valentines, girls get chocolate on white day'. she usually gives chocolate out on both days. with a plastic bag in hand she comes to gojo's side, cheeks darkened with embarrassment before she even uttered a word. he was going to enjoy this. " hey, so, i got you something, " dipping her hand into the bag, she retrieves a white box wrapped in a red bow, his full name written on the bottom left-hand corner in a black marker. " i made a bunch of chocolate hearts for the teachers. so... you know... happy valentines day. " each heart was different, with cute thoughtful messages on all of them. gojo's however, was decorated with strawberry frosting, with little frosted hearts thrown in random areas on the large and chunky piece of chocolate. she'd even thrown on some sprinkles and some popping candy. she knows he likes sweet things, so she made his extra sweet.

“You’ve made sweets? For the great Gojo Satoru? These had better be up to par!”

There truly was no better judge. He was something of a self-proclaimed connoisseur of sweets, and in making the offering, Utahime had agreed to subjecting herself to his unrivalled critique!

That said, he wasn’t the picky sort. He’d accumulated a veritable pile of Valentine’s sweets beneath his desk, and he was very much looking forward to picking through his bounty later in the afternoon. 

“I hope you weren’t expectin’ flowers!”