[ вℓσσ∂ ] It was a shinigamis always visage [ вℓσσ∂ ] A texture familiar of their slender hands, Their vivid Emerald golden gaze focused upon each form, each identification that displayed in time due to welcome them into the next world, within profession, within accuracy of no mistakes. Undertaker was the very man of a perfectionist of just that. That is, until he had become tired of the position and indulged himself within jokes, coffins in preparation of the shells in humans souls to make them beautiful for that's what's to be done. Make them beautiful for that is their best time to shine
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i want to get back into writing for dagger, but my dash is dead most days. soo, reblog or like this and i will go check out your blog!
From Lycoris that Blazes the Earth
This vocal-less violin segment peppered with the burst of flesh and spilling of blood is beautifully spellbinding and very VERY fucked up considering what is actually happening on stage at that point.