#i still got volume 4

[captainkurosolaire]

Father of Shadow

Grey skies of bone waste, dry uncertain humidity polluted the air, in a time stone of an oppressive era. When a peaceful Nation was under siege of a Garlean Empire was prominent conflict. Depleted soul's were torn from destruction brought upon them, not able to spark their rebel spirits. Hopelessness festered, longed, in the dark-void, absence reigned. Until those who dwell and thrive in night, answered. A Doman elegant-magpie, colored descended below gracefully upon a leather-glove, with a braille message-strung delicately for delivery, to who wields sharp steel and handles Black Miracles. It read two-words, stroked in Hingashi. "Unsheathe Shadow." The figure clad to black, descended below a tall cliff-side using a large-bright dragon-theme kite at the last daring moment, blocking a Magitek Armor with an Operator and fellow squadron leading a convoy of spoiled slavers, formerly settlers, farmers of the neighboring land, that'd know a harvest again. Feet-padded quietly a step in their pause. This mask-silhouette figure gave a small startle. Keen eyes of one Imperialist gave rise to a Eastern-forged scabbard blade, letting out a small-laugh from his throat, "Hey, Men! Seems we forgot one. Ki--" Cut off before the executive order, through a sleeved kunai punctured the throat. The specter of death, was swarmed instantaneous. Time felt frozen momentarily, when two-pursuers stepped in striking distance, before they were aware of the next breathe, they were struck down from a blinding quick unsheathe. A firm masculine gloved-hand grappled one of the defeated imperialist by their skull and used their cadaver as a shield-charge to block, a volley of ballistics sponged to the reload, swiftly, the assailant lunged his blade through the deceased into the reloading legionary, puncturing two-hearts. Crushing flail came swinging towards the assailant from behind, stern senses strengthened for obscured sight gave an acrobatic bending dodge, strands of raven hair's plucked grazing overhead, the swordsman withdrew his blade full of heated ichor, blinding the bruiser. Handicapped and shouting obscenities, he withdrew his chained-flail, the assailant vanished alongside the call-back, leaping carefully on returning weapon. Graciously leaping overhead. A swift-slice midair struck. Another head fell below removed from neck. Sudden commotion and pause made the prisoner's of war began up-roaring with renewed spirits, kicking at their confines. Magitek-Armored pilot took firing aim and unleashed a mini-gun of bullets at the shadow. The figure-glided with the wind, feline ear's rattling towards the preparing machinery coiling before assault, heel's building up wind, his blade let out a howling gust, rocketing him forth towards a hanging-tree, bullet's closely racketing behind. Fluid-movement, his free-arm locked onto a sturdy branch. He parted his blade-flat below his feet using it like a temporarily standing-board. Then unhooked from hip satchel a paper-scrolled bomb strung to another kunai, a fuse laid underneath the hilt like a switch, once launched and struck its target, it'd detonate. Ilm's from filling the assassin with swissed-holes, the weapon's arm of the machinery imploded and cracked pilot's glass windshield, the magitek armor fell off balance, exposed trying to regain control. His eye's-opened widely. Sole's directly above his small-layer between him, in the death-dealer who had catapulted and sprung himself with a feline leap. Shedding a last-gasp before expertly steel slid between the cracked- creases, and impaled him unable to evade demise. His skull ragged dolled forth bashing into the detonation button. Electrical in-balance was felt predicatively, the assassin leapt backwards, yet was unable to clear. Blocking with his arm's and blade, shrapnel of machinery projectiles dug into his flesh, boom sent the shadow careening below harshly.

Ember's surrounding him, scorched land and concussed with his hearing shrieking, distorted, his mask cracked. His body was tortured fashioned to these sensations. Adrenaline coursing inside him, nullifying the extent of his injuries, momentarily, he rolled instinctively feeling the heat near his feline tail. Despite being a deadly-weapon, expressionless, empty-nearly. He finished his task employed, by releasing the prisoner's door, they flooded out looking to find their rescuer but only a blood-trail remained mixed with all the other disarray. He had a date, with someone, that daringly made his sharpest blade, blunt. Even demolished like this, he wouldn't miss the intended target who'd forever alter his knowledge of Life. Using his blade-hilt as a cane to hold uprightness. In all or any; Darkness... There was somewhere a Light, to appreciate.

[Prev:Chapter]: ~ ♪"As Above, So Below"♪

[every-sanji]

[literallyneurodivergentandaminor]

oh my god seeing rodydeku was such a jumpscare i used to be obsessed with them........

every now and then i clean my room, find my bnha collection, remember i have WHM on a usb stick, rewatch it, and get insane about dekus european boyfriend again. i dgaf about mha anymore i stopped reading it bc 1. i had more important things to spend my limited money on and 2. it got kinda boring. BUT the movies still hold up. thats because thesre finished storylines in themselves! anyway. rodydeku reblog spree is normal and happens regularly. i need to make a rody paper wig. and i need to find a deku cosplayer whos my age & also not fucking weird & also insane about rddk and nothing else

[leafy-m]

I got Witch Hat Atelier Kitchen volume 3 a little early and guys.... GUYS!! THIS is what Kitchen in English should be like! 💥💝💖

If you like Orufrey, you have got to get volume 3!

[lesbiankordian]

WE JUST GOT THE VOLUME 23 COVER?!!!

NOT ONLY IS THERE OUR ANGEL KENJI BUT ALSO CHUUYA. I REPEAT WE GOT VAMPIRE CHUUYA ON THE COVER

[sortanonymous]

Remember kids, don't procrastinate on your fics.

[albino-parakeet]

Finally got an actual bookshelf and not a dresser/shelf combo to fit my books.

Sadly my art books and copies of Dinotopia are too long for it so I'll have to figure out where else I can fit a shelf.

This bookshelf is probably such a read on me...

(Sorry for the poor quality lol my phone is not great)

[britneyshakespeare]

i finished the merry wives of windsor today btw. 4 shakespeare plays left to go

[kleiner-detektiv]

Just learned that there will be a german translation of the novels of 7th time loop in summer next year.

While I'm waiting for volume 5 to be delivered.

[psychotrenny]

Cicero was a real piece of shit, but he was real as fuck when he went “Now it’s time for me to love myself since they won’t love me whatever I do".

[knifegremliin]

holy shit, earmuffs?? you guys, EARMUFFS??? did you guys know about this shit??? a GODSEND. a fucking GODSEND. (<- just discovered the sweet, sweet freedom of Silence)

[captainkurosolaire]

Unsheathe, Heart

Abscission cascaded cherry-blossoms dropping onto piles; translating change, twinkles of stars; wishes of hope shot through enchanted lavender-night skies. A resonator soul was undergoing, these stories. An unlikely-dark figure cloaked of shadow, clutched a helpless flower remaining stalwart in fetal position, blows suffering in defense. Ire disappoint encompass the feature of an Eastern Handler. His Blade served dysfunctional, flawed, it wouldn't slice in the direction appointed any-longer. All because of a woman who interfered with its cruel-temperament.

Another violent penalty-kick unleashed to punish insubordination, sending the compromised once-formidable, Death-Dealer on his back, only further fury surfaced from the Don, revelation's showed leather-gloves clasping delicately a Sakurasou willing to give life for it, forsake steel to wield that?!!' Intolerable... Blasphemy! Jewelry digit's of wealth, reached and grasped a hilt-blade, time for execution...

Unconfined-steel slid outside its cover. The Esteemed One, uttered his grievances, "I your Maker, failed. As-such, I'll dismantle that worthless dishonored stain you've come to become!!!" Plunging an attempted horizontal strike for impaling the prone, Seeker. Sole-boots of the feline, still managing his fight intersected pausing the steel-between feet, preventing his death for a momentarily-time, only glancing strands of raven-locks befell; rolling off dexterously his shoulders, to a kip-up. Spitting a loose tooth towards his aggressor. Golden-star-orbs enclosed-in those of Ancient heritage... Truesight, reigned. The Don's relentless attack followed, but this pest continued dodges until they reached a wall. In a quick-turn of his movement, he'd stuff the flower's stem between his mouth, romantically; death in life were one-of-body. Then springboard-kick off the wall, landing behind his enemy. A deathly-slash vertically attempted to cleave cat-folk's head from shoulder, those pesky-eyes, foresaw! Rozan the Star, felt sharpness ache throughout himself but his trained-experience plunged it down, utilizing that ability, gravely could-be costly. He tucked and leaped a headbutt to the jaw of his Handler came, in that disruption. Honzo knew too well, danger of being too close against this level-of-assassin. Wind of death on his nape, he leapt back fearfully. The Lion Shadow revealed his intentions to have these motion's play-out, controlling the battle. Fetching with agility his discarded Uchigatana. Both men knew the next strike; would be the other's fatal departure. ...There's a moment, An Instance... When a depleted, beaten-spirit can utilize a legendary stance... If the conditions are met, dire. Divergence of soul's twisted corridors are realigned. Selected individual's who acquire this of our Realm... Historically analog throughout fabled-legends. God-slayers, Proven mythical rulers, They. Slice. Destiny. This Flower... This Breathe... Her... Broke-throughout his remaining conscious, into a singular flush.. Serenity.

Both took sword-stance. Eyes closed, feet prepared their flight.

[Limit-Break] <"Thousand Shadow-Petals; Sing!"> Written to soul-engraving Hingashi lettering, fate was slashed. The opposing men, were now across each in an instant. As if Light itself, sound, was erased. The Sun Shadow dropped to a knee seemingly defeated. Yet drew his sword-back to embroidered scabbard. Don Honzo, Manufacturer of Black Miracles hues watered, "Ninety-Eight Shadows will hear this..." "...Peace was just a w-wish." Coherently was allowed to say his omen-prophecy, before a thousand-miniature slices, cuts, revealed from the invisible, rupturing through his body in a torrent. A magnificent brutal-display, slain by grim-petals. True Power is when weak and strong; kiss. Wielding the magenta flower betwixt fingers. Time to report this contract, fulfilled.

[Prev:Chapter]: I Blade - Choose ~ ♪"If We Being Real"♪

[oh-meow-swirls]

people on here telling me about yo-kai watch news things is funny to me. bestie i am on yo-kai watch twitter n yo-kai watch reddit i'm way ahead of y'all (i say this with love /p)-

[sinhasfluffyheadfur]

woah grim made not one but two art posts???? that’s crazy woah

[boyplushie]

i finished the nausicaä manga & it was good but also so much sadder 😭

[misunderstandings-georg]

Is ebay selling issues of lost light saga for $200+ how I find out they're out of circulation?