CHARACTER IN GENERAL :mikaela … my favorite tbh . i've just seen the first chapters of owari no seraph but honestly mikaela stole my heart . he is brave & would give his life for those he loves . that is honorable ! & yeah isn't he so handsome ? HOW THEY PLAY THEM : I'M IN LOVE WITH HOW YOU PLAY HIM ! & you have a great writing ! THE MUN :we haven't talked too much out of charac . just via tags in our interaction but yeah , you are a sweetheart ! hope we can talk more ! & HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN !
Do I:
RP WITH THEM :YES ! WANT TO RP WITH THEM : of course !
What is my;
OVERALL OPINION :precious blog , precious muses & precious mun ♡ !
* NOTE :mun’s answer are all to be completely honest . don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty .
weeping wind , the melody of god’s demons , skin as the script and flesh as the strings . the corpses in the yellow river are instruments , how many times do they have to drown to become holy again ? look down , he’ll see nothing but his own monsters , the moon is his ego , and illuminates the darkest cavities of his broken carcass . sharpen a sword with bones , and don’t fall like the humans who want to forget their skeletons to lust after a heart . he lives , until he sees blood in everyone , until solitude feels like victory . in seconds , the death in their eyes collide . ❛ then you shouldn’t be here . you’re better off hanging around elsewhere . ❜
when the soul was silent / it went secretly . sun penetrates entrails & is annoying . on the floor kneeling but not beaten . perhaps this is where they prayed their last prayers looking through the clouds for the saving image . that is the path of a tyrant resting : fatigue already drowns the heartbeat , is long & here is not over yet . all the words were asleep , they didn't wake up screaming at the wind & leaving a trace . among birds that sing from nothing / the eco bloom transforms it into melody . in this environment where time was left without spending time mute this horrible sight to an infinite . he has traveled a thousand oceans , a thousand deserts & thousands of hells adding up his own . & listen carefully to surrender / fix the anchor to another march ? ❝ don't be a foolish . i didn't travel all these miles to go to another road so soon . ❞
blurred images , will it be a cross or is a sword the shadow that place monopolizes ? it's not inert . in a tyrant world & survivors , no one can be master / be praised for the world to respect . denying the arguments , blocking the reason is just one more method to cause a destruction . on the edge of a dark place : a place where neither birds sing in the sun . a selfless walker emerges in search of nothing . ❝ what annoyance , this fucking place stinks with blood . ❞ / *@godbidden♡ ’ d .
