AOT WOMEN

Omg I haven’t talked to u foreverrrr

Should I start posting again? Like I have ideas but it's not just anime stories 

I am going to try and write more now that I don't have sports in my way but I still have homework and work so it might be slow 
          
          At the top of my list is:
          
          1. Gay Assassins (I am going to finish this fully before I post any part because I want it perfect)
          
          2. My basketball Mikasa fic
          
          3. And a secret story

Since thansktaking is over it is time for the Christmas pfp 

a small token of kindness (10th November '22- birthday edition) 
          
          dense constellations and hearts collected in abandoned shores, promises absorbed in the limbs, seas corrupted with the sting of hope. breath of swords carved in mayhems and mangroves; where the neglected have built a home, yet home is where only fire quenches fire. 
          
          snowcapped shoulders and unparalleled vastness, hidden beneath wrath, swallowed flames of raining eclipses. how far along does a heart remain an organ; how long before it melts into its surroundings, into unbuffered skin?- it is nothing but a rag dipped in moonlit mornings. 
          
          garden the ocean with a turbulent blue, shadow the night with charcoal bones; a pact, a silience, a season that preys and an ache that dances with foetal limbs. swallow the depths, swallow the tears of chartreuses; replenishing water, deadly oceans and lakes. 
          
          harbingers of luminescent plight, wraith blossoms and graveyard joints; masked surfaces and shallow layers. hollowness hidden under hollowness, what thief would rob an empty shelf? to his dismay, in every night there is a tendril of noor, one that greed swallows as nothingness;  for a rainbow forms, when the sky goes blind with a few raindrops. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (07th november 2022) 
          
          patterns on palms and paws, warriors of lost tears; smears and sunlight immersed in veins; water and wax, both who prick sins. mind the bashful door, the silhouettes of skins unfurnished; freedom is only if the streets are not crowded with regret. 
          
          ports of integrity and boats of grace; rain a moon that reverberates, a storm and wings with their own mind. condemn the sky and its fingers of silver syllables; what cannot hold blood can only ever be vacant. 
          
          secure the horizon, wash the world with ancient rhymes; hang the throat by its heart. song of canaries, struggling cabarets; they say nature is weak where footprints are dense. here is the hand, the hand of reckoning; sometimes stalwart beneath abyss. 
          
          tides crash into limbs, limbs of salt and tsunamis; hope dragged in a slipstream, gratitude weather worn, vehement. find me in seas and mysteries; lock your eyes with the breathless cerulean. be it silly or be it the law; do not water a thorn hoping it will grow as a rose. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (5th november 2022) 
          
          mouth of honesty, bloody honey; ravenous sobriquets, transparent metaphors. panting edicts, divine passages; unambiguous gravity, chaotic muscles. summer hunger, fermenting sun; mullein breaths, fervent dust. metamorphic roads, joyous courage; naked rage and newborn remembrance. 
          
          exuberant mountains, icy bees; conformed pollen, eclipsed wins. clavicle roots, burning prayers; mediocre comfort, hopeful sorrows. web of confidants, shadows of the known; gentle croaks, hesitant murders. mind a wild animal, a forest caged; auroras and sacrifices, reminiscent repercussions. 
          
          bodies of petunias, breathing skins; blood of stories, water of prison. white cotton whispers, kind demons; alchemy of weaknesses, battling questions. sacred dignity, waves of hormones; rituals of october, bargaining autumn. drop by drop, zest of oranges. 
          
          esprit of mother's milk, primal daughters; lust of earth, a shadow pure. work into exhaustion, round the clock and round the ; there is half of hope alive, half of flesh left to strain. cold is the night, still and mellow; cold is the sun that has wrung itself yellow. perhaps the moon curses its cries, hides in lone pain and white sky, for then it is rarely rejected; unlike storms. 
           #adropofhumanity 

I updated the levi x mr clean fic 

a small token of kindness [18th october 2022] 
          
          dawn a soothsayer, a bride of doom; filled with bruises and exploited ceremoniously with venom. 
          own the ruin, the plum horizon; lungs wrapped in a veil, dripping with yesterday's childhood. 
          compulsed crimson, a yellow sun of a blue sky; jupiter sunset and a forced fate; a smile pushed. 
          telescope and hope, caul and ambedo; none with breaths but held to breasts; what are they i ask you oh layperson, what are they but a wet ground, nothing without seeds that you sow. 
          some apples of autumn ripen in baskets, in hands of bare veins; why not then your heart, one that you allow to decay in your chest? 
          children of soil, of dirt and death; musk in hearts poisoned by the snakes of mind. 
          tongues of meat, foiled with pillows of sin; with a darkness wild, with a moon of satan.
          a burning candle, a taste of soiling relief; spring is but a month, winter a mundane monster begging for everlasting love. 
          october ocean, free of burden; what is beneath it, let it melt into corals and pearls. not all fires reveal ashes, most reveal precious stones. 
          pelt intentions into blushing summer colours; into oaks that bless and bones that grow maroon flowers.
          lose not sugar, die not before the meadow ripens; earth parched, but air left unclothed. 
          home the bones, fracture the heart as it has abandoned you; let it betray, silently, like the water of the sea that asks it, how much salt it had to swallow to become a gentler beast. 
           #adropofhumanity 

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