#lunarcry. muse eight

[shajaah]

"No. No, tell me what you actually think. I want to know." machina & eight too...

Eyes narrowed at the pugilist. What is he up to? He wouldn't give him the time of the day normally--heck, most of the zeroes are like that. Perhaps because they are on the same mission Eight decided to call for him.

There was something wrong with these zeroes from Machina's point of view. They all sounded like puppets imitating high school teenagers. The only thing that makes them look human is the way they want to please their Mother. Or actually, that makes them even more ... strange.

"You really don't want to," he scoffed off, shaking his head in response. "Mind your business, I mind mine."

meme i reblogged ages ago lol wink wink | @lunarcry

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✦ / hmm perhaps wedding day sarah??

MY MUSES REACTION MEME / ACCEPTING 

✦ TO YOURS BEING WELL DRESSED 

Dry  throat . Lungs  sore . Legs  weak . 

Had  it  been  this  difficult  the  first  time  around? He  couldn’t  remember  feeling  like  his  entire  chest  was  going  to  cave  in  when  he’d  gotten  married  to  the  first  Sarah  in  his  life . For  some  reason , linking  his  name  with  THIS  Sarah  had  an  effect  on  him  that  felt  as  though  it  was  going  to  kill  him  before  the  event  actually  had  a  chance  to  happen . 

He  can  feel  Vas  beside  him , but  that  isn’t  helping … Beck  is  ninety  eight  percent  sure  that  Vasiliy  is  against  this  marriage . He’d  never  REALLY  been  happy  with  Harper  being  part  of  the  squad - at  least  that  was  the  feeling  that  he  got  when  they  were  around  each other . He  looks  sideways  at  his  best  man’s  shoes - then  back  to  his own . 

The  music  is  starting. This  is  the  second  time  he’s  done  this . Fuck . Is  he?   Scared? 

There   aren’t  many  people  in  the  pews  but Beck  hears  them  turning  in  their  seats  to  look  at  his bride  as  she  comes  down  the  aisle. 

it’s  his  turn  to  look . He  can’t . Vas’ hand  is  on  his  back .A  brother’s  help . 

Beck  shifts  and  turns  slowly , but  doesn’t  lift  his  eyes . Instead  he’s  just  watching  the  wooden  panels  of  the  floor . Holding  out  to  the  last  moments - trying  to  convince  himself  that  everything  is  okay  and  that  things  are  going  to  be  different  this  time .  

He  swallows  hard , looks  up  . 

Sarah  Harper  is  an  angel  in  white . 

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[roselegend]

MEET THE MUSE (repost, don’t reblog)

► Name ➔ Rhys Graves ► Are you single ➔ Sure, I guess.  ( verse dependent. ) ► Are you happy ➔  What kind of question is that? ► Are you angry? ➔ It’s kinda my default settin’. ► Are your parents still married ➔ I wouldn’t fuckin’ know. We don’t speak.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔  San Diego, California. ► Hair Color ➔ Brown. ► Eye Color ➔ Blue. ► Birthday ➔ July 30th, 1987 . ( currently 30 y/o. ) ► Mood ➔ Bored. ► Gender ➔ Male. ( cis or trans depending on verse. ) ► Summer or winter ➔ Summer. ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ Nope. ( verse dependent. ) ► Do you believe in love, at first sight ➔ Maybe lust at first sight or even infatuation. ‘s more likely you wanna fuck someone than you are actually in love with them. ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ Don’t remember, probably me. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Sure but it sounds like ‘m bragging when I say i’ve broken a lot of hearts. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ You’re an intrusive lil bastard aren’t you? ( YES VERY. HE’S TERRIFIED ) ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Once or twice, yeah. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Yup. Plenty of them. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Everyone has ‘m no different.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Lust. ( LOVE LOVE, GIVE HIM BOTH BUT HE CRAVES SOMETHIN’ MORE THAN PHYSICAL LUST. ) ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Lemonade, somethin’ a lil sweet ‘n’ a lil sour. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Dogs. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends. ► A wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Wild night out. ► Day or night ➔ Night.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ It’s not sneakin’ out if they don’t care if you leave or come home. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Fallen down, fallen up, pushed down. Done it all. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔  ... I guess. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Sure.

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Eyes, anyone can fake a smile. ► Fat or skinny ➔ How about healthy ?   ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Doesn’t matter. Maybe taller.  ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Attraction but a lil intelligence is nice too.. ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Hook-ups.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along  ➔ That’s funny to think about. Us gettin’ along. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Why do you wanna know? ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Yes. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Kind of.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Nah, they put up with my bullshit ain’t anythin’ to hate about that. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ For the most part. ► Who is your best friend ➔ Maria.  ► Who knows everything about you ➔ No one does.

Tagged by: @arrowsandwings Tagging: @sculless , @kidfrombrccklyn / @soldatassassin, @lunarcries, @purestsouls , anyone who wants to!

[goldenpathkyrati]

8 people i’d like to get to know better: (please repost, not reblog!)

tagged by: @baagha tagging ( eight people ): @mcrtimersmith, @lunarcries, @neverenoughknives

one ( name / alias ): jay two ( birthday ): may 1st three ( zodiac sign ): tauros four ( height ): 5′4 five ( hobbies ): writing, drawing, video games, reading six ( favourite colour(s) ): green seven ( favourite books ): the bloody jack series by L.A. Meyer eight ( last song listened to: ): radioactive- Imagine Dragons nine ( last film watched ): jumanji (2017) ten ( inspiration for muse ): i listen to whatever. it doesnt have to always go along with what i’m writing when i go for responses. eleven ( dream job ):  whatever makes me happy twelve ( meaning behind your url ): gosh, when i first made ajmal i made him to be a golden path soldier. he was the the hunters that the royal army had. over time, though, i had him drop out of the golden path and resort to being just a normal hunter who lived out in the woods away from everyone else. however, i couldn’t think of a new url at the time, so i stuck with goldenpathkyrati. basically, i’m just too lazy and uncreative to change it.

[lzuniia-blog]

rules:  tag 10 of your followers that you want to know better ! tagging: @aspiringartisan / ooze whichever you wanna do it on, @lunarcries, @visuacri, (you don’t gotta if you don’t want to)

MUSE !

name:  Ardyn Izunia / Ardyn Lucis Caelum nickname: the fool, the first king zodiac sign: Scorpio gender:  Male

favourite colour:  Dark grey, as well as violet average hours of sleep:  six to eight last thing you googled:  how do I make murder seem like an accident height:  5′ 11″ 

MUN !

name: Flynn, Flynnigan, Flynneous nickname:  Doot zodiac sign:  Aquarius gender: Male favourite colour:  Red average hours of sleep:  what last thing you googled:  “regis infernis” latin to english  height:  5′ 1′’

[deluscr-a-blog]

Ray Bradbury, “There Will Come Soft Rains”

Bold the ones that apply to your muse. REPOST, don’t reblog.

tagged by: @galaxiiie tagging: @sarraqum - @aimistrue - @lunarcries - @curebound and whoever wants to do this!!

Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock!    //     The morning house lay empty.     //     It repeated the date three times for memory’s sake.     //     It was raining outside.     //     “Rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today…”     //     At eight-thirty the eggs were shriveled and the toast was like stone.     //     The house was clean.    //     The sun came out from behind the rain.     //     This was the one house left standing.     //     The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light.     //     “Who goes there? What’s the password?”    //     drawn shades in an old maidenly preoccupation     //     self-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia.     //     an altar with ten thousand attendants,     //     the gods had gone away.     //     the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly.     //     angry at inconvenience.     //     only silence was here.     //     its eyes turned to fire.     //     Delicately sensing decay     //     like great butterflies     //     yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers      //     The walls were glass.     //    the walls lived.    //     the lazy bumble of a purring lion.    //     the murmur of a fresh jungle rain.     //     smoking, waiting.     //     The house was silent.      //     There will come soft rains     //     swallows circling with their shimmering sound;     //     frogs in the pools singing at night,     //     wild plum trees in tremulous white;     //     not one will know of the war.     //     if mankind perished utterly;     //     Would scarcely know that we were gone.    //     the house began to die.     //     The wind blew.   //     licking, eating,     //     “Fire, fire, fire!”     //     tried to save itself.     //     the windows were broken     //     in ten billion angry sparks     //    too late.     //     as even an elephant must at the sight of a dead snake.     //     clear cold venom     //    An explosion!     //     bone on bone,     //     torn the skin off     //     Run, run!     //     Help, help!     //     a tragic nursery rhyme,     //     like children dying in a forest,     //     alone, alone.     //     One, two, three, four, five voices died.     //     Blue lions roared, purple giraffes bounded off.     //     maniac confusion, yet unity;     //     singing, screaming,     //    with sublime disregard     //     Smoke and silence.     //     Among the ruins,