most noted

I am flawed.

My thoughts take up so much space that my mind’s slowed down to note the most infinitesimal alterations,

and while I ponder over purpose, intention and the quirks of all that doesnt matter,

the world’s spinning on an axis, that gravitates further away, because my mind’s too subtle to catch its pace.

I am flawed.

And so when dawn breaks and the clouds scatter into each other’s shadow,

my paint brush twitches to capture the majesty sun rays have. And while my wrist sweeps the air around in magical notions,
my canvas is a visualization whose attempts end as

swirling messes of everything, no one wants to see.

I am flawed.

The Zodiacs

One of Mod A’s hobbies is Western Zodiacs and match-ups. With this said, I’ll give this to you guys on match-ups that would most likely work:

Note: This also depends on the person’s general personality, how they were raised, and everything else. Please take this with a grain of salt.

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Otoya is an Aries, and as such is best matched with Fire signs (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) or Air signs (Aquarius, Libra, and Gemini).

Tokiya is a Leo, and as such is and as such is best matched with Fire signs (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) or Air signs (Aquarius, Libra, and Gemini).

Ren is an Aquarius, and as such is best matched with Fire signs (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) or Air signs (Aquarius, Libra and Gemini).

Masato is a Capricorn, and as such is best suited with Earth signs (Capricorn, Taurus and Virgo), or Water signs (Pisces, Cancer, and Scorpio).

Natsuki is a Gemini, and as such is and as such is best matched with Fire signs (Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius) or Air signs (Gemini, Aquarius and Libra).

Syo is a Gemini, and as such is and as such is best matched with Fire signs (Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius) or Air signs (Gemini, Aquarius and Libra).

Cecil is a Scorpio, and as such is best suited with Earth signs (Capricorn, Taurus and Virgo), or Water signs (Scorpio, Pisces and Cancer).

Reiji is a Cancer, and as such is best suited with Earth signs (Capricorn, Taurus and Virgo), or Water signs (Cancer, Pisces and Scorpio).

Ranmaru is a Libra, and as such is best matched with Fire signs (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) or Air signs (Libra, Aquarius and Gemini).

Ai is a Pisces, and as such is best suited with Earth signs (Capricorn, Taurus and Virgo), or Water signs (Pisces, Cancer, and Scorpio).

Camus is an Aquarius, and as such is best matched with Fire signs (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) or Air signs (Aquarius, Libra and Gemini).

Ringo is a Virgo, and as such is best suited with Earth signs (Capricorn, Virgo, and Taurus), or Water signs (Pisces, Cancer, and Scorpio).

Ryuuya is a Taurus, and as such is best suited with Earth signs (Taurus, Capricorn and Virgo), or Water signs (Pisces, Cancer, and Scorpio).

Saotome is a Sagittarius, and as such is best matched with Fire signs (Sagittarius, Leo and Aries) or Air signs (Aquarius, Libra, and Gemini).

Tomochika is a Cancer, and as such is best suited with Earth signs (Capricorn, Taurus and Virgo), or Water signs (Cancer, Pisces and Scorpio).

As far as HEAVENS and Haruka go, their birthdates and zodiacs are unlisted, therefore I cannot tell you who is who.

For Haruka though, I’d have to take a guess she’s a Pisces or a Virgo.

anonymous asked:

im thinking of starting an rp blog. can you give me a list of good people to follow?

Oh there are many, many people who I could recommend that you follow—and I feel like I will be neglecting them if I were to make a list! I will make a small list though to help! These are the open and friendly muns that I love to interact with/are very inviting and kind people I know will be more than happy to interact!

*note! Most of these are Hakuouki people/people that have a verse for Hakuouki that are full-on Rp blogs!*

onioftheeast, yarifaita yaminorei of-strange-monologues-and-oni uncloudedblade swordsman-saitou shinsennotoshi michiko-onigiri-chan mibu-no-okami tennen-rishin-ryu tenguthief shinsengumi-no-ken first-division-captain-souji cirocchio liberetspes akuxsokuxzan akumanoken whitephoenixoni seventhdivisioncaptain seichoden seventhdivisioncaptain yukimurachizu-chan littlebrownwolfie thefighterforhire athousandviews hoozukihen samui-tsukiakari shinsengumimuscle mxrchen shinsengumispy thefuriouslittlefiredemon soji—okita demon-fukuchou maykiarose aiyuuta aikoai matsumotoharuka yuzuki-miyako starauros kurovixen k-oiniochiru anaisapiedanto angry-seagull amaitenshi amayatsuki-hime speared-dragon scarsoftheshinsengumi osenhime osenhxme hanayoi

Ahhh there are so many more and many of these people have multiple blogs within the fandom, but here is a good list of them! I hope this helps!

one time i saw a post about big dicks and someone commented “i bet most of these notes are sarcastic vagina people” and i think about it all the time…… SVP. Sarcastic Vagina Person

Brand New Day - A Caryl Ficlet

Rating: T
Warnings: None (unless meat eating bothers you)
Notes: Like most of us, I spent a lot of time thinking about the brother/sister comment. This is my way of dealing with it and while I’m biased, I don’t think it’s all that implausible. Hope you guys enjoy. Thank you for reading. No copyright infringement intended. I own nothing. They own me.

Brand New Day

"What about you and Carol?" asked Aaron.

Things had calmed down in Alexandria. They felt safe again. It was as close to home as they’d been in a while. Tara had woken up. She was doing better every day. Jessie and Sam were okay, better than okay, really. He could see each of them coming out of their shells with each new day. Deanna still grieved but she was tough, tough as any of them. She understood now and she was working closely with Rick to make things better. Glenn’s arm was in a sling but he was alright. Nicholas… well, he opted out. He’d been stuck in confinement till the community decided what to do with him, exile or execution, but in the end it hadn’t mattered. He’d made a noose out of the bed sheets and made the choice for them, which was just fine by Daryl.

They still ate together, the core group, old habits dying hard. And often, like tonight, they ate at Aaron’s. Daryl trusted him and that was good enough for Rick and the others. It had been a good day and they were feasting, feeling celebratory. Daryl had come across a rafter of wild turkeys while out that morning. It was the first real meat any of them had had in ages. So they sat around the table, Daryl, Aaron, Eric, Rick, and most of the others, some conspicuously absent, and others, like Carol, opting for duty over comfort.

"Whad’ya mean?" Daryl asked around a mouthful of turkey leg.

"You know," said Aaron. Eric gave his partner a sly knowing smile.

"Pfft," Daryl took another bite of turkey, grease running down his fingers. 

"She’s like… a sister…" he said while chewing.

Tara barked out a laugh.

"What?" Daryl paused his chewing to cast her a confused look.

"Daryl," she said, laughing, "your redneck is showing."

He eyed her for a moment, grunted, and then went back to focusing on his meal.

"Only you would think that’s how you treat a sister. Have you ever even had a girlfriend?" she asked, boldly.

Daryl glanced at her, eyes narrowing. Then, without a word, he stuck his middle finger up at her which sent the room into uproarious laughter.

Tara’s words stuck with him through the rest of the meal. He listened as the others laughed and reminisced. He watched; remembered the last time they’d all eaten together like this, with booze and hot food and a roof over their head. It hadn’t ended well that time but still, it was nice to have a moment of peace. In particular he watched the couples: Eric and Aaron, Glenn and Maggie, even the way Michonne looked at Rick and the way he was starting to look at her. And he wondered.

Tara was right. He hadn’t ever had a girlfriend. Hadn’t even kissed anyone except his cousin one time when they were kids and boy did he get a beating for that. So what did he know? Jack shit, that’s what.

After what seemed like a polite amount of time, he packed up a plate to bring up to Carol. She was in the watchtower keeping guard and he knew she wouldn’t eat unless he brought her something. After the Pete thing she’d dropped her façade, stopped wearing those stupid clothes and stopped pretending she was some sort of helpless soccer mom. It was a relief, honestly. He had his girl back, at least, more of her than she’d been in a while.

"Eat," he said when he’d reached the top. He held the plate out towards her.

"I’m busy," she replied, not even looking at him, eyes ever watchful to the outside of the walls.

"You gonna pass out, you don’t eat." He shoved the plate towards her and made a grab for her gun. "I’ll watch. You eat."

She gave him an annoyed look but traded the gun for the food and leaned against the wall. They stood there in silence for a time, him scanning the woods surrounding their little town, and her eating. She’d picked up his bad habit of eating with fingers instead of utensils and he occasionally heard the slick sound of her licking her fingers.

"How’d you know?" he asked, finally feeling brave, curiosity eating at him.

"Know what?" The sound of her eating stopped.

"You and Ed," he said. "You loved him?" He’d never outright asked her about Ed before, always content to just let her come to him when she needed to, which wasn’t so much anymore.

His question was met with silence which made him nervous. He shifted from one foot to the other.

"I loved him. For a time." Her tone was cautious.

Daryl spared her a quick glance then focused back on the woods. “How’d you know? That you felt that way.”

"Are you drunk?" she asked. She took a step towards him and reached for the gun.

"I ain’t drunk," he snapped, pulling the gun out of her reach. "Just wanna know."

He could feel the weight of her gaze. It made him wonder if she’d felt all the times he’d stared at her.

He heard her shift, knew her well enough to know she’d probably shrugged. 

"You just know," she said.

"Real helpful," he mumbled, attention focusing on something in the brush.

'You just…” she continued, “wake up one day. And it's like any other day. Except on this day you look at them different. And suddenly you can't look at them any other way but that.”

A possum came out of the bush Daryl had been eyeing and he lowered the gun. He looked over at Carol, nodded, and exchanged the empty plate for the gun, taking a step back so she could stand guard.

"You alright?" she asked.

Daryl stared at her, noting the way her skin glowed in the moonlight, noting how tired she looked; eyes not nearly as sharp and bright as usual. He’d looked at her plenty over the years, deciphering her image by image like a photo album in disarray. But now, he wasn’t sure he’d ever actually really seen her and he realized… he wanted to. More than anything.

"Yeah," he said, nodding, long hair falling across his eyes.

"See you in the morning?" she asked, attention turning back to her duty.

"Yeah," he said again. "See you in the morning."

And just like she said, he woke up the next day, a day like any other, but with new eyes that saw her in new ways, and he wondered how he could have gone so long seeing it any other way.