heartlyre - Tumblr blog

heartlyre · 6 years

Quote

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays (via philosophyquotes)

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ i believe so strongly that tomorrow never falls away || { musings } ⦆#✤ ⤞ ⦅ i’m not a princess! ⧼ a lot of anger in it ⧽ || { about } ⦆

797 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

HAMUKO, ON THE VERGE OF SELF-COMBUSTION FROM EMBARRASSMENT : I want.................. to hold a hand......... blushu blushu so nsfw right how dare i..... MINT, SIPPING TEA WITH AN ABSOLUTE DEADPAN: raw me

#silverlyre #(also fished out of the depths of my archive)#(The Difference tm)#(moons isn't active anymore but i've got to shame him every chance i get)#nsfw text ---#suggestive ---

1 note · View note

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

Ten days.

Ten days, she notices with no grand epiphany as she rolls over to turn the alarm on her phone off. She’s awake already, unfortunately, blessedly awake – she doesn’t need the soft beeps of her phone to rouse her, anymore. Not when her dreams ( if they can even be called that ) do such an excellent job of keeping her up already.

Ten days, she thinks to herself, pulling the pillow she’s clutching to her chest even more tightly against her skin, clinging to the warmth it holds. It smells like memories; like the worn fabric of a red peacoat, wrapped around her shoulders to protect from the cold night’s chill. Like long, brown hair, threaded through her fingers while lips press against her jaw, her cheeks, her neck, everywhere they can reach. Like the soft touch of skin, accompanied by the only music they’d ever need – the racing, stuttering beat of two hearts in tandem, scared, uncertain… but loving. Always loving. As if there had never been any other choice.

Ten days, she repeats dully in her mind, slowly propping herself up in the bed to swing her legs over the side. The bed, not her bed – she hasn’t slept in her own bed for the past nine nights. Not to say that she really sleeps in this bed, either, but at least here, surrounded by his scent, by his things – by him – she can begin to find a sense of quiet, melancholy acceptance. It soothes her in a way that spending the nights in the empty, lonely atmosphere of her room never could, replacing the flashes back to green-red-cold-hot-blood-fear-screaming with softer, happier images. The mock gruff stare given to her when she’d done something particularly stupid in Tartarus. A rumbling voice reminding her to laugh as they sat in the lobby of the dorm. Arms around her and that same deeply resonant voice, lower, huskier, whispering into her ear…

Ten days, she sighs wordlessly, her fingers making deft, short work of setting the pins in her hair, then tying the fabric at her chest into a perfect bow as she dresses. There’d only been one point in her life prior when a week and a half had seemed like such an infinitely long stretch of time, she realizes, and the connection between then and now would have her frowning if she weren’t so exhausted. It’d been ten years since she’d last felt like this, after the car crash and the memorials and the seemingly endless family and friends that had all crawled out of the woodwork to come comfort her after her loss. Those people no longer come, not now, not when she’s so much older, but once again she has lost, and this hasn’t gotten any easier with age like they’d all promised it would. What would she say to them now, were they here?

Ten days, she whispers to herself as she opens the door to his room and, with the coast clear, ducks swiftly upstairs to go grab her book bag from her room. The second day of midterms awaits her. Much like yesterday, she plans on drinking as much coffee as her body can manage before putting on a smile ( that doesn’t quite reach to the sadness reflected in her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to force it – ) and heading to school, praying that the countless nights of studying had prepared her well enough to run through the tests on what basically amounted to zero sleep. Yesterday’s tests had seemed easy enough. Small fortunes. ( not that it mattered that she’d trade any and all benefits of ‘luck’ away in a heartbeat if it meant having HIM back… )

Ten days.

Her mask slips on seamlessly the instant her feet hit the bottom floor of the dorm, shoulders down, back straight, chin up, eyes alert. She is the leader, and she will set the best example she can in times of crisis even if it is her fault her fault her fault should have noticed should have made the connection should have finished the battle more quickly should have SAVED HIM –

Ten days.

With a smile that doesn’t quite match her usual bright grace, she waves to Amada and heads out the door, pretending she doesn’t still hear his anguished screams echo on an endless loop in her mind, or that it immediately doesn’t snap her back to blood on her hands and that indescribably gentle look in his eye when he’d turned to her.

Ten days.

She’s always been skilled at hiding herself when she wants to – deflecting questions and turning the conversation back on the other person had been a defense tactic she’d perfected at a very tender age, to avoid the probing, unpleasant topic of her past – but she’s found herself utilizing that talent more than she’d ever expected as of late. How many times has she murmured a rushed “I’m okay” in response to worried glances from her friends, or brushed her tired appearance off on stress of midterms? She doesn’t know; she’s long since lost count. Enough people had seen her snap at that disrespectful student during the announcement that it had caught the attention of almost all of her school friends, which had been an interesting development to have to explain away. Such was life.

Ten days.

Ten days, since October 4th. Since Shinjiro had fallen. Since her world had been, inevitably, turned right on its head.

There’s no question of how to move forward, in her mind. Her mission is the same as always; lead SEES to the end of the Dark Hour, continue on as he’d so clearly wanted her to. The doctors have confirmed that he likely won’t wake up any time soon, if at all – which means that there’s only one option for her. She must work forward in his stead, look after Akihiko, and Amada, make sure no one else gets hurtbecause of a lapse in judgement because of forces beyond her control. Much like the strands of fate that had brought them together, she has no choice in accepting such responsibility – and thus, in accepting it, she’s also accepted that there is no room for her to stumble and fall. Profound, poignant sadness aside, to let herself to come undone at the loss of him, no matter how much she’d loved him, no matter how much her fault it was that she’d lost him, was to fail him, and that she just wouldn’t allow.

No matter what, Arisato Hamuko, field leader of SEES, would remain strong. For the ten days past, for ten days in the future, for ten days more… for as long as she’s required to be.

SHE WILL NOT LOSE ANYONE ELSE AGAIN.

#drabbles //#>10;4 #✤ ⤞ ⦅ memento mori; remember you will die || { »;canon } ⦆#(anyway lmao)#(i fished this out of my archive)#(and i am A DAY LATE IN REPOSTING IT AAAA)#(take this as my excuse for activity sdjhkfhskjdf the last two weeks have been... smth)#spoilers //

6 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Photo

i never imagined you of all people would bring it to me

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ reminds me that i still live || { image } ⦆#✤ ⤞ ⦅ FOOL; i am thou || { self } ⦆#✤ ⤞ ⦅ MOON; her quiet hierophant || { shinjiro } ⦆#♡ ⤞ ⦅ tell me once again that you’ll love me to the death || { ;;shinjiro } ⦆#10 / 4

813 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

arcanalink‌:

“ha, maybe not…c’mon, don’t look so glum. i’m alive, aren’t i?”

A soft huff of a laugh, paired with an attempt at a smile, just for him.

✤ - “Yeah. I’m... really glad you’re okay, Shinjiro. And I brought you something... but you can only have it if you promise to behave until you’re well.” Ah, there’s that glimmer of mischief in her eye.

#arcanalink #;thread #✤ ⤞ ⦅ with our hearts as our guides || { »;main } ⦆#10 / 4 #(SHINJI SKJHFDSHJDFKSDF)#(WHAT A GOOD BOI... CRACKING JOKES.... MAKING HIS LEADER SCOLD HIM...)

9 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

✤ - “Shinjiro-senpai... I don’t... I don’t think it works like that.”

“the doctor told me all the bleeding was internal. that’s where the blood’s supposed to be, ain’t it?”

#arcanalink #;thread #✤ ⤞ ⦅ with our hearts as our guides || { »;main } ⦆#10 / 4 #(I'M SDFJHGFSDJKSDFSDFKJH)

9 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

{ hey guys? i love my daughter }

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ sera confirmed for plush toy in a hat || { OOC } ⦆#(hamuko: exists)#(me openly sobbing: LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER!!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!!!! MY CHILD WHO I RAISED WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS)#(catch me crying over the p.q.2 trailers for the next thousand years BYE)

4 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Audio

♪ I Fight Dragons - Disaster Hearts

Disaster has a way of remaking our hearts, long after the all the thunder and scars. Days pass and bit by bit we begin to restart..our disaster hearts.

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ she’s dancing with strangers; she’s falling apart || { music } ⦆#( m.p.3 tag pending)#✤ ⤞ ⦅ i’m not a princess! ⧼ a lot of anger in it ⧽ || { about } ⦆#(HM!!!!!!!!! hm)#(things that kill me???????? this song)#(be strong my daughter........)

518 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

> @swornaegis

✤ - “N-ne.... ah.... Gladiolus? May I... please hold your sword?”

#swornaegis #;thread #( ff.x.v verse tag )#(JKSDHFKHJSFDF YOU CAN SET HER ANYWHERE YOU'RE MOST COMFORTABLE SHE DOES NOT HAVE TO BE PART OF THE PARTY)#(BUT I JUST......................)#( I COUDLN'T GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD....)

1 note · View note

heartlyre · 6 years

Photo

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ reminds me that i still live || { image } ⦆#✤ ⤞ ⦅ i close my eyes to hear you breathe || { ship aesthetic } ⦆#(inhales......)

1K notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Photo

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ reminds me that i still live || { image } ⦆#✤ ⤞ ⦅ i close my eyes to hear you breathe || { ship aesthetic } ⦆#(OH.... ON NO)#(WHO PUT THIS ON MY DASH IM GONNA CRY)

174K notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

* CHVRCHES ( LOVE IS DEAD ) LYRIC PROMPTS .

* A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF CHVRCHES ‘ LOVE IS DEAD ‘ PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

SONG TITLE : HEAVEN / HELL .

‘ am i real if you can see right through me? ‘

‘ do you believe it? do you believe? ‘

‘ am i real if i’m a broken record? ‘

‘ do you believe it? i don’t. ‘

‘ do you ever wonder what we learned? ‘

‘ we can raise our glasses, dancing on the ashes as it burns. ‘

‘ have you reached the point of no return? ‘

‘ is this heaven or is this hell? ‘

‘ if none of this is real, then show me what you feel. ‘

‘ is it enough, yeah? is it enough? ‘

‘ is it alright if i save myself. ‘

SONG TITLE : GRAVES .

‘ do you really believe that you can never be sure? ‘

‘ they’re leaving bodies in stairwells. ‘

‘ do you really expect us to care what you’re waiting for? ‘

‘ you can look away while they’re dancing on our graves. ‘

‘ oh, i will stop at nothing. ‘

‘ do you really believe that you are one of a kind? ‘

‘ if you don’t have a heart, i can offer you mine. ‘

‘ do you really expect that you will always be fine? ‘

‘ if i only see what i can see. ‘

SONG TITLE : MIRACLE .

‘ ask me no questions, i will tell you no lies. ‘

‘ careful what you wish for. ‘

‘ were looking for angels in the darkest of skies. ‘

‘ i feel like i’m falling but i’m trying to fly. ‘

‘ where does all the good go? ‘

‘ do you really believe that you are one of a kind? ‘

‘ if you don’t have a heart, i can offer you mine. ‘

‘ were looking for answers in the highest highs. ‘

‘ but will we ever, ever know? ‘

‘ i need you to know I’m not asking for a miracle. ‘

‘ if love is enough, could you let it show? ‘

‘ if you feel it could you let me know? ‘

‘ we’re looking for light inside an ocean of night. ‘

‘ will we ever see it through? ‘

SONG TITLE : REALLY GONE .

‘ i can never tell what you want. ‘

‘ even with time, you’ll never learn to move on. ‘

‘ i’m trying my best to lift you up, to repair. ‘

‘ i’m holding on, i’m holding on. ‘

‘ i’ll wait until you’re really gone. ‘

‘ i can do no right for doing wrong. ‘

‘ i’ll swallow my pride, i only want to belong. ‘

‘ i’m trying my best to toughen up. ‘

SONG TITLE : GRAFFITI .

‘ did you achieve all you wanted to do? ‘

‘ something was different and nothing was new. ‘

‘ how did you see me? ‘

‘ we didn’t know what we wanted to be. ‘

‘ when did we move on? ‘

‘ i didn’t feel it, nobody told me. ‘

‘ time to kill. ‘

‘ we wrote our names along the bathroom walls. ‘

‘ graffitiing our hearts across the stalls. ‘

‘ i’ve been waiting for my whole life to grow old. ‘

‘ we didn’t know wrong, didn’t know right. ‘

‘ we were just kids. ‘

‘ we didn’t know how and didn’t know when. ‘

SONG TITLE : WONDERLAND .

‘ i am talking in my sleep, hiding inside my dreams. ‘

‘ fighting inside my head. ‘

‘ scaring myself to death. ‘

‘ we live in a wonderland. ‘

‘ like blood isn’t on our hands. ‘

‘ when will it be enough? ‘

‘ when will i say i knew we had to get away? ‘

‘ we had to get away, knew we had to get away. ‘

‘ can’t live forever with my head in the clouds. ‘

SONG TITLE : FOREVER .

‘ savor the taste, savor the pain. ‘

‘ i don’t expect you to release me. ‘

‘ jumping the gun, holding my tongue. ‘

‘ i’d never ask you to forgive me. ‘

‘ and you will never see my side. ‘

‘ and i will always think i’m right. ‘

‘ i told you that i would hate you ‘til forever. ‘

‘ missing the mark, we tear it a part. ‘

‘ i never ask you why you need me. ‘

‘ what else should i say? ‘

‘ what else could i do? ‘

‘ maybe it’s too much for you. ‘

SONG TITLE : GET OUT .

‘ talked ourselves to death. ‘

‘ never saying what i wanted. ‘

‘ i pushed you to the edge. ‘

‘ reflections you used to see, never look a like to me. ‘

‘ get, get, get out. get, get, get out of here. ‘

‘ can we get out, get, get, get out of here? ‘

‘ good intentions never good enough. ‘

‘ going out my mind. ‘

‘ never getting what i wanted. ‘

SONG TITLE : NEVER SAY DIE .

‘ wasn’t it gonna be fun and wasn’t it gonna be new? ‘

‘ wasn’t it gonna be different and wasn’t it gonna be true? ‘

‘ didn’t you say that? didn’t you say that? ‘

‘ weren’t you gonna be sorry and weren’t you gonna be pure? ‘

‘ weren’t we gonna be honest and weren’t we gonna be more? ‘

‘ all you want is to play at playing god. ‘

‘ but i’m falling in, i’m falling out. ‘

‘ never, ever, ever say die ‘

‘ weren’t you trying forgiveness and weren’t you trying to stay? ‘

‘ weren’t you trying to look up and weren’t you trying to pray? ‘

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ uncertain space you need to fill in || { »;memes } ⦆#(GNNGNGNGGNNNGGG)#(listen. i'm gay for chvrches)#(and i'm gay for ask memes)#(this is just the happy medium)

993 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

{ general starter call! mutuals only, soft cap, may or may not be song lyics. y’all know the drill }

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ sera confirmed for plush toy in a hat || { OOC } ⦆#starter call ---#(will also probs be hella spaced out bc i've got work and whatnot but)

3 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

Amada-kun ( grudgerekt‌: )

He stares at her for a moment – it isn’t often that the two of them do things like this together, not without someone else joining in. That alone makes him want to agree – especially so concerning giving Koromaru a much-needed walk. And he did like burgers …

‘ That sounds good … You know, the people at Wuck were actually pretty good about letting me bring him with me the last time I did. We should go there, maybe they’ll remember him! ’

✤ - “He’s pretty hard to forget,” she laughs. “But that’s just because he’s so handsome.”

This, she aims down at the dog who, having heard his name and the word ‘walk’ in the same sentence, has trotted over to sit between them. And may or may not be slowly playing up the sad puppy eyes. He’s waiting, guys, look at him.

✤ - “Alright, alright. Come on, boy. But food first, okay?” Her gaze lifts back to her newfound walking companion, glimmering with amusement. Really, she’s brought this on herself. “Ne, Amada-kun, do you need a jacket or anything else before we go? We can’t have anyone getting sick...”

#grudgerekt #;thread #✤ ⤞ ⦅ with our hearts as our guides || { »;main } ⦆#(I ALSO LOVE THIS BOY!!!!!!!!!)#(PROTECC!!!!!!!!)

5 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Note

Hidetoshi & Hamuko, 23

sweet moments

23. Seeking Shelter

Truth be told, she isn’t quite certain just how they’d gotten here, walking hurriedly together towards the tram and pretending like they weren’t gradually getting drenched from the light rainfall above them.

Or rather… perhaps it would be more apt to say that she isn’t sure how she’d gotten him here. By all rights, she should be trudging through this decidedly unpleasant weather alone, one headphone in and music blaring as she proceeded to regret every single decision that had led to her forgetting her umbrella this morning. Such a simple slip was as uncharacteristic of her as it was embarrassing —— she wasn’t at all looking forward to explaining to her brother why she’d be arriving home soaking wet.

And yet, that aside, she remains somewhat baffled —— for despite what all logic should dictate on this horribly rainy day… she isn’t alone.

Keep reading

#SELF REBLOG ---#drabbles //#✤ ⤞ ⦅ with our hearts as our guides || { »;main } ⦆#♡ ⤞ ⦅ without this point of contact everything would be wrong || { ;;hidetoshi } ⦆#(listen. this has no notes but i'm reblogging it anyway)#(bc this is cute and i'm proud and some things just need to be saved)

2 notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Text

( * &. – SHARP OBJECTS SENTENCE STARTERS .

‘ all of history was written by men, so… of course they’re gonna make themselves look good. ’

‘ as i recall, you couldn’t even get it up. ’

‘ bless your heart. bless your heart very much. ’

‘ can i sleep over with you? ’

‘ does it ever get better, with your family? ’

‘ fine, you can sleep in my bed, come on. you can sleep with me. ’

‘ hardly matters. you’re ruined. all out of spite. ’

‘ i believe she’s outstayed her welcome. ’

‘ i don’t mean to sound cruel, but i don’t think part of your heart can ever work if you don’t have kids. ’

‘ i forget sometimes how parents aren’t always good for their kids. ’

‘ i have to get home for heaven’s sake! ’

‘ i miss her sometimes, even though i didn’t know her. ’

‘ i never loved you. i hope that is of some comfort to you. ’

‘ i think we should just sleep separate tonight then we’ll hang out tomorrow, okay? ’

‘ i won’t grow up, not me. ’

‘ if i can, you can. ’

‘ if somebody says ‘bless your heart’, what they really mean is ‘fuck you’. ’

‘ it’s hotter than a whore in church today. ’

‘ i’m a bit tired, i think i should just sleep in my bed tonight. ’

‘ i’m glad you’re back. ’

‘ i’m incorrigible too. only she doesn’t know it. ’

‘ i’m just a little frustrated ‘cause the girl i’m seeing won’t call me back. ’

‘ i’m not decent. no, i’m not. ’

‘ i’m trash, from old money. ’

‘ i’ve just never been very good at the adult thing, i guess. ’

‘ just forget about it, alright? i have. ’

‘ let’s dig deep here… favorite color, favorite ice cream, favorite season? think you can handle it? ’

‘ life is pressure. grow up. ’

‘ my demons are not remotely tackled. they’re just mildly concussed. ’

‘ nothing’s ever your fault, is it? ’

‘ please stay. ’

‘ please stay. if i can, you can. ’

‘ she’s delicate. a rare rose. but not without thorns. ’

‘ so, uh, are you guys dating now? ’

‘ that day has haunted me. ’

‘ well, i’m an unconventional girl, that’s what you like about me. ’

‘ well, looks like we both got fucked. ’

‘ we’re alike. i knew we would be. ’

‘ what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… unless it kills you. ’

‘ what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out? ’

‘ whenever i’m here, i just– i feel like a bad person. ’

‘ you could take advantage of me maybe, when i’m drunk. ’

‘ you gonna hit me? be dangerous. ’

‘ you have the control and… they like you. ’

‘ you turned out so wonderful, smart, beautiful, successful, and brave. ’

‘ you were born with it, that cold nature. ’

‘ your friend sounds like an after school special. ’

‘ you’re a sick fuck. ’

‘ you’re like my sister. ’

‘ you’re like my soulmate. ’

#✤ ⤞ ⦅ uncertain space you need to fill in || { »;memes } ⦆

2K notes · View notes

heartlyre · 6 years

Photo

I’ll smile for you. Not for anyone else.

#jksfdjhfsdkSDFHKJSFDSDF #✤ ⤞ ⦅ reminds me that i still live || { image } ⦆#( i.kki tag pending )#( a.lex tag pending )#♡ ⤞ ⦅ we’re strangers in the dark tonight; blind hope & don’t ask why || { ;;touya} ⦆#✤ ⤞ ⦅ the reason i’m alive; it’s all because of you || { brother&sister } ⦆

6K notes · View notes