#saecris

[floweringeclipse]

My Iris in Liè Rén’s outfit in response to @rendeers‘ super rad drawing of their  Rén in Square’s Edgelordy-Hot Topic attire

too bad the armbands hide The Gun Show™ but Iris would probs dig the gradients tbh <3

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[homeleft]

i swear i am a serious blog

[heartlxssxne-blog]

ʟʀ . butterflies && white lies

His body has been here for some time. Mercury can see the bones of his father’s body... It seems nobody has given him a funeral.

There’s dust, curling over the remains of the stairs that once led to his father’s bedroom. He watches it with the same amount of dispassion as he had when it had burned down.

Melted glass. Covering the kitchen floor. The crystal that his father had prized so much had turned upon him && set the house ablaze.

&& voices, from his old abode, the laboratory mostly untouched except for the research area. Silent, he glides down to observe the intruder.

Oh. How deliciously ironic.

Hunted for different reasons && a different cause,         He, @saecris, has found the lab of a madman.

[wasdiamond]

@rendeers liked the starter call!

❛ So, you all choose to go to school to learn how to fight? That's incredible! I've never heard of such a school before! It would've been very helpful at the beginning of the revolution. We had to wing our training until it seemed like we got the hang of it. None of us were truly built for fighting. ❜

[tempestflos-blog]

* lays across his inbox eating kit kats the wrong way.

gross.

[mosaickd]

' what the fork. '

           ❛     thank you for not cursing because it’s just undignified language only used to represent our utter frustration of the world by shocking it.   wow , i sound like my ettiquette tutor …     ❜ face twisted in disgust for a moment before her normal expression returned. touching her knuckles , a flash of the grave woman hitting her across the hand dangled there in her mind’s eye. blinking long lashes as if to dust the horrid memory under the rug , she continued with her train of thought , ❛     ———  now , i must ask what caused you to be so distressed to use a moniker for the term we - must - not - speak - of ?      ❜

@saecris : UNPROMPTED ! (  aa.  )

[ofmagnhild]

   “You two need to watch your fuckin’ mouths.”

[heirblesse]

“talk shit, get hit, dragon boy.” @saecris

[siimul-blog]

@saecris wanted a starter like two days ago oops

“watch out!”

the chakram nearly gets close enough to the other - before it’s quickly called back, being snatched up by gloved hands. with a soft exhalation, naoko can relax - thank goodness she didn’t hurt the other.

“i’m sorry - i didn’t see you there. i... thought i was alone. i didn’t hurt you, did i?”

[seiriina]

angst: courtesy of yours truly

[ceresiae-archived-blog]

screams because Nine sent me something

[tadmean-a]

coco has absolutely no chill, and i love her for it

you’re two of a kind, u heathens

[gainhope-blog1]

'where does the wind blow, little rose?’

     The wind rampages north, a merciless torrent beating against them as Grimm of all sizes charge past the nook they’ve taken shelter in. Ruby feels Ren’s hand on her shoulder, and the thunder in her chest slows to a small beat, her breathing regaining its rhythm. Even the wound on her calf ceases its burning.

     “Sorry,” Ruby breathes. “Sorry, Ren.”

     She waits with him, watching the stampede fade with the trail of dust left in its wake. In time, she also forgets the loud voice in her head, screaming at her to move (stop being so slow). When the sound of marching disappears, and they only hear the wind, whispering now as gentle as Ren’s own voice, Ruby picks up her scythe and stands carefully.

     “I can walk, I think,” she says to Ren. “Are you okay, too?”

[celication-a]

Ren: I don't normally breathe smoke around people it's rude

Yang: *breathes smoke whereever she wants*

Ren: YANG XIAO LONG!!

Yang: *RUNS FOR IT*

[mosaickd-a]

╰ @saecris : sc. 

❝ stop worrying ! it will be fine as long as you are here, mr. advisor. it’s just a stroll around my kingdom. ❞ flipping her hood up, she hide her silvery strands of hair within its confines. she had not been outside the palace in ages. her desire to make into the city, tired of inhaling the same stale air, was so large that her heart would not quell until she had fulfilled it. so what, if she was sneaking out ?

[tempestflos-blog]

* looks him dead in the eye as he bites into the entire kit kat.

“i have no brother.”