courageous, infallible, or any synonymous quality of the sort—your subconscious knows you best.
It is both your greatest companion, and your worst tormentor.
Nightmares do taunt the dauntless from time to time.
One might ask, what does a man who fears nothing have to fear?
And to that I say, everything. Nightmares, at its rawest understanding, are you. Menageries of experiences and knowledge contorted into an unsavory mass.
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It brings you displeasure, it brings you stress, utilizing everything you’re made of. The secrets you tell no one else. The soft interior beneath a steel exterior. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, knowing that even though the world might see you as stalwart, +
A cold, firm hand placed itself on her shoulder, strength that did not request, but ordered her to stay in place.
“ How kind of you. Although it was riffraff I would’ve happily torn asunder on behalf of Muzan’s wishes, you saved my blade from being disgraced by lesser blood. “
/ I completely forgot to take the “under construction” out of my profile when I finished the account but to be honest it’s a little too iconic to remove it now
I can sense your sarcasm, filthy human.
And no, I did not acquire its knowledge from a novel. It’s a method of breathing that enforces your body and allows you to perform feats unachievable to the average person. In experienced hands, it can be nigh supernatural. +