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To suffer terribly and to know yourself as the cause: that is Hell.

Dr. Jordan B. Peterson, 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos

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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman. (via insp0s)

#* ( 四 ) ; MUSING. #q.

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#visage tbt. #q.

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  @zorkaya   has been visited in a dream !   sc.

Downy feathers the same hue as snow dusted scenery   ruffle idly in the chilly Northern breeze,   and mismatched,   strikingly anthropoid eyes sweep over the   sea of evergreen trees   which dot the boundless terrain.     An unusually intricate vision,   Mukuro noted with intrigue,   he could even smell   the distinct scent of pine   heavy in the air.     Something else,   more important,   lingered . . .     the dream had a imperceptible peculiarity to it,   though he couldn't place the pricking feeling as if he should  know  ──     then,   from his perch upon a faraway tree branch,   a flash of gold enters his vision,   and the fog of uncertainty clears.

❝  Kufufufu . . .     so this is  your  dream,  ❞     mirth swirls within his hollow voice,   echoing human tenor sounding bizarre from the hooked beak of his false vessel.     How fascinating,   to chance himself within the dream of someone so reclusive,   to experience the intimacy of another’s unconscious mind.     ❝  How fortunate that I decided to take a stroll tonight,  ❞     another chuckle,   and he spreads his snowy plume,   swooping in for a closer look.

#zorkaya #* ( 六 ) ; IN CHARACTER. #hey lmk if you want something different #since we discussed this I thought maybe it would make an interesting starter #but I can write you something else if you're uncomfortable with this

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Vongola Tenth Generation || Rokudo Mukuro 「The Half-Mist Guardian」

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renata's immortality post reminding me that mukuro probs gonna pull a Daemon Spade™ and body hop until he achieves world domination like the OP fucker he is

#mobile ooc. #tbd /

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I liked Hell, / I liked to go there alone / relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone.

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Magdalene: The Addict,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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  @etherux   has encountered a sick illusionist !   sc.

A raspy groan slipped past tightly pressed lips,   grey olive complexion turning   sickly pallid.     Feverishly hot skin was coated in a glistening layer of perspiration,   the teenage illusionist's breaths coming out in labored huffs.     Crouched in a half kneeling stance   on marcid pavement surrounded by the ruddy brick of an all girls' school,   it was a pathetic state to be in.

Hence,   he would not be found,   a potent canopy of mist hid Mukuro from both enemy and ally.     It would be   unsightly   to appear before Kokuyo,   and even more so Sawada,   who would surely extend sympathy...    and worse:   coerce him to see a doctor.     Approaching footsteps sounded in the mouth of the alleyway,   and Mukuro smothered his instinctive panic to call out sharply,     ❝  Who's there ?  ❞     Even under duress,   his illusions were cogent,   especially to the untrained eye of someone who is   unaware   their perceptions are being deceived.

#etherux #* ( 六 ) ; IN CHARACTER. #tye verse tbt. #hope this is ok for you! #the school he's hiding behind is Midori if u didnt catch on btw

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hit that ♡ to sell your soul for a starter !! pls specify muse if your a multi, and if you want a specific verse then let me know.

#i'll be writing these today! #tbd /

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me walking into the depths of hell: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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hit that ♡ to sell your soul for a starter !! pls specify muse if your a multi, and if you want a specific verse then let me know.

#starter call.

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#* ( 三 ) ; VISAGE. #q.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒' 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ?

Mukuro's almost always wears black gloves,   which cover up some small,   and in his opinion,   insignificant scars that he got from various incidents throughout his constant life of crime.     On top of his natural skin tone being   relatively light / olive colored   due to being almost purely Italian,   his complexion is noticeably grayish,   due to the amount of time he's spent in Vindice Penitentiary   away from the reach of natural sunlight.

#* ( 三 ) ; VISAGE. #* ( 二 ) ; HEADCANON. #* ( 五 ) ; OUT OF CHARACTER. #* ( 四 ) ; GAMES.

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★ ROKUDO MUKURO | MAFIA MIST GUARDIAN ★

Requested by my cutie @alice-chan-chan ❤~

#* ( 三 ) ; VISAGE. #q. #long post /

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Anna Akhmatova, The Guest

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well, i still have my health (at least that’s what they tell me)

runs in the family, amanda palmer

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃  /   terrible first meetings. @zorkaya  made a contract:   “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.”

A soft breeze swirls through the chilly darkness,   curling through the coiffed shock of violet hair and causing the long,   silky strands to flutter gently.     The sound of a woman’s voice,   one he did not recognize,   freed the night from the   spell of somnolence   which cast the evening into a hypnotic tranquility.     He hadn’t sensed her footsteps approaching,   but he calmly forces his surprise into a controlled expression of phlegm,   as heterochromatic eyes survey the woman’s appearance.     A head of moon spun silk and glittering ichor irises  ──     he recognizes her,   because he’d be a   fool   not to ;     they’re of the same soul,   constructed from indistinct whorls of misty flame,   and the illusionist Mukuro Rokudo is   cautious of his peers   before he is   arrogant   before his perceived inferiors.

Lips curve into a faint smile,   eyes shimmering with a hazy   veneer of amusement,   and he chuckles,     ❝  Kufufu ...    and to whom do I owe the pleasure ?  ❞     The question is nothing more than a diplomatic formality for the sake of   maintaining the pretense of a first meeting  ──     even though Mukuro has possessed and spied on ally  /  enemy famiglia enough that he is no stranger to the Sokolovs’ infamous   enigma.     It makes an ugly fog of paranoia,   unease,   and abhorrence twist in the pit of his stomach   to know that such a character exists  ;     he’s never liked the feeling of not being in control,   certainly not now,   in the presence of another illusionist whom he has no guarantee to the skill of.

#zorkaya #* ( 六 ) ; IN CHARACTER. #* ( 五 ) ; INBOX. #he knows she knows so he's gonna pretend not to #since they're both dishonest shits like that i guess #ty for sending this in!