˖⋆₊* 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 ༉‧₊˚
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˖⋆ 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽... 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌' 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀wednesday again.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀wednesday again.
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April 23, 2025 at 9:14 PM
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀wednesday again.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀wednesday again.
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⟢ / caught up w/nocturne at last and I am being very normal about alucard
a bald man with a mustache is laughing with his mouth open while wearing a suit and tie .
ALT: a bald man with a mustache is laughing with his mouth open while wearing a suit and tie .
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March 29, 2025 at 8:47 PM
⟢ / caught up w/nocturne at last and I am being very normal about alucard
⟢ / remake or rebirth hmm
March 24, 2025 at 9:18 PM
⟢ / remake or rebirth hmm
sword in hand, his breaths are slow and even as he dances through a complicated routine of parries and swings, focusing more on perfecting his footwork than the rest of his form.
the needle therapy helps, but it can only go so far in fortifying his mind to the pain. that he must do himself.
the needle therapy helps, but it can only go so far in fortifying his mind to the pain. that he must do himself.
March 24, 2025 at 9:15 PM
sword in hand, his breaths are slow and even as he dances through a complicated routine of parries and swings, focusing more on perfecting his footwork than the rest of his form.
the needle therapy helps, but it can only go so far in fortifying his mind to the pain. that he must do himself.
the needle therapy helps, but it can only go so far in fortifying his mind to the pain. that he must do himself.
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March 6, 2025 at 9:21 PM
balancing a gold needle delicately between his teeth, he holds it steady with the tip of his tongue, feeling carefully across his flesh for the ragged edge where skin becomes stone.
this was all so much easier to ignore when he had a handler to take care of things for him.
this was all so much easier to ignore when he had a handler to take care of things for him.
March 24, 2025 at 6:40 PM
balancing a gold needle delicately between his teeth, he holds it steady with the tip of his tongue, feeling carefully across his flesh for the ragged edge where skin becomes stone.
this was all so much easier to ignore when he had a handler to take care of things for him.
this was all so much easier to ignore when he had a handler to take care of things for him.
what a week.
March 24, 2025 at 3:12 AM
what a week.
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January 5, 2025 at 3:05 AM
( *📸 )
yep. this one’s going in my cringe compilation.
yep. this one’s going in my cringe compilation.
March 23, 2025 at 10:57 PM
( *📸 )
yep. this one’s going in my cringe compilation.
yep. this one’s going in my cringe compilation.
sometimes it’s the little things in life that make it worth living.
like instructing the local apothecary to bill the company for his bulk order of gold needles. the receipt will never make it to rufus’ desk, he expects, but the thought amuses him all the same.
like instructing the local apothecary to bill the company for his bulk order of gold needles. the receipt will never make it to rufus’ desk, he expects, but the thought amuses him all the same.
March 23, 2025 at 8:18 PM
sometimes it’s the little things in life that make it worth living.
like instructing the local apothecary to bill the company for his bulk order of gold needles. the receipt will never make it to rufus’ desk, he expects, but the thought amuses him all the same.
like instructing the local apothecary to bill the company for his bulk order of gold needles. the receipt will never make it to rufus’ desk, he expects, but the thought amuses him all the same.
“mercenary work—? perhaps when my days grow dull it could become an option.” trapping a loose curl between his fingers, he worries the ends between his gloves. he has learned not to put too much faith in notions of freedom. “but there is still much of the world to see between now and then.”
" I also had someone keep me at their heel for a time, now i only do that for fun, but trust me, true freedom will come."
He speaks of experience.
He speaks of experience.
“perhaps.” he acknowledges, inclining his head. “the men who hold my leash do not take kindly to losing their pets. even the discards. at present, I have freedom enough. but there is no telling when the call may come.”
March 23, 2025 at 4:51 AM
“mercenary work—? perhaps when my days grow dull it could become an option.” trapping a loose curl between his fingers, he worries the ends between his gloves. he has learned not to put too much faith in notions of freedom. “but there is still much of the world to see between now and then.”
“perhaps.” he acknowledges, inclining his head. “the men who hold my leash do not take kindly to losing their pets. even the discards. at present, I have freedom enough. but there is no telling when the call may come.”
" Maybe fighting spirits like us have a place in the world even after we're done fighting.
I can say i've found many places i've been able to spend time in even after my days fighting were done ... why can't it be the same for you ? "
I can say i've found many places i've been able to spend time in even after my days fighting were done ... why can't it be the same for you ? "
“we may only hope that the fates conspire to keep it that way.” he muses, turning his gaze towards the overcast skies. “even a broken tool may still serve a purpose to their master.”
March 23, 2025 at 3:49 AM
“perhaps.” he acknowledges, inclining his head. “the men who hold my leash do not take kindly to losing their pets. even the discards. at present, I have freedom enough. but there is no telling when the call may come.”
“we may only hope that the fates conspire to keep it that way.” he muses, turning his gaze towards the overcast skies. “even a broken tool may still serve a purpose to their master.”
" I don't blame you one bit, i've also distanced my self from the fighting. "
He chuckles a bit.
He chuckles a bit.
smiling faintly, he taps the side of his head with his thumb.
“—to listen to the wind. this world has had its fill of fighters.”
“—to listen to the wind. this world has had its fill of fighters.”
March 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
“we may only hope that the fates conspire to keep it that way.” he muses, turning his gaze towards the overcast skies. “even a broken tool may still serve a purpose to their master.”
smiling faintly, he taps the side of his head with his thumb.
“—to listen to the wind. this world has had its fill of fighters.”
“—to listen to the wind. this world has had its fill of fighters.”
" Truly, i'm just enjoying life's thrills. "
" What's your heart telling you ? "
" What's your heart telling you ? "
“intriguing.” considerate of the space, apollo draws his outstretched leg back under himself, making room for the man to sit. “following the whims of the heart is man’s greatest calling.”
March 23, 2025 at 2:28 AM
smiling faintly, he taps the side of his head with his thumb.
“—to listen to the wind. this world has had its fill of fighters.”
“—to listen to the wind. this world has had its fill of fighters.”
fed and feeling a little guilty over his brazen manipulation earlier, he leaves behind a hefty tip on his table, and gives the maid a little apologetic nod of the head.
carefully untucking his hair from the collar of his coat as he strides for the door, shaking the length out over his —
carefully untucking his hair from the collar of his coat as he strides for the door, shaking the length out over his —
March 23, 2025 at 1:03 AM
fed and feeling a little guilty over his brazen manipulation earlier, he leaves behind a hefty tip on his table, and gives the maid a little apologetic nod of the head.
carefully untucking his hair from the collar of his coat as he strides for the door, shaking the length out over his —
carefully untucking his hair from the collar of his coat as he strides for the door, shaking the length out over his —
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March 14, 2025 at 3:55 AM
( *unfortunately ‘prickly’ is precisely the sort of energy he’s used to.
watching out of the corner of his eye. maybe he’s the one being rude. hmm. )
“quiet night, isn’t it?”
watching out of the corner of his eye. maybe he’s the one being rude. hmm. )
“quiet night, isn’t it?”
( —!!! )
( oh now he's closer, great—the prickly energy isn't working.. and his better nature won't let him leave, that'd be mean )
( oh now he's closer, great—the prickly energy isn't working.. and his better nature won't let him leave, that'd be mean )
( *oh? does he need to stare harder? )
( *sidling on over to stand next to him. )
( *sidling on over to stand next to him. )
March 22, 2025 at 11:33 PM
( *unfortunately ‘prickly’ is precisely the sort of energy he’s used to.
watching out of the corner of his eye. maybe he’s the one being rude. hmm. )
“quiet night, isn’t it?”
watching out of the corner of his eye. maybe he’s the one being rude. hmm. )
“quiet night, isn’t it?”
⟢ / square enix won’t 4k her so I’ll do it myself
March 22, 2025 at 11:17 PM
⟢ / square enix won’t 4k her so I’ll do it myself
⟢ / she is coming
March 22, 2025 at 11:00 PM
⟢ / she is coming