Hanachi-Shitsukki

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Maiden of the Grove by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

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Maiden of the Grove

It was hundreds of years ago, a tale of ol'e, as they say, but still it is written and sung by the men of Eländale. It is a tale of two souls, forests and shadows, as are all tales of the North. It bears many names, but for now we will settle for the simplest : the maiden of the grove. It began in a village far from all, in the depths of the Shroudwald where mist lies - a cursed place in a cursed land. In those times sunlight still fell on its soil, and men lived from the hunt and fruits it bore. In the bushes now bare and the meadows now lifeless still grew plants of many shapes and kinds, daisies and milkweed where now grows only thor

acoustique by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

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acoustique

we could be like those few days in fall where the leaves burn brighest - and i know winter will come i will welcome wither with open arms and steady heartbeats with memories to keep me warm, who knows, maybe the winds will be gentle, maybe spring will quickly bring the bloom i long for - let the coming rain wash the dirt off my scars i will not hide the burns left by your flame.

Folie a Deux by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

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Folie a Deux

He looked away as he picked from the pile of business cards that stood ever-growing on a counter corner. An autograph on the back of a bookmark. "Rachel Miranda Foltest, with love." ~ "So, what brings me to your table tonight?", she asked as he poured the Chianti in her glass. He barely glanced, setting up the plates of a refined root salad entrée, and returned her inquiry. The tall, well-groomed man reached for an old vinyl record, before sitting across his guest. She took a few bites, peering nervously at him, before actually looking up with a determined expression - she shivered when she crossed his gaze. Across the dimly lit tab

Sirens by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

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Sirens

Abysmal depths lit only by faint reflections of one's own emotions on alabaster death a hundred pale hands circle, dance in the current so silently the whale's song is lullaby to pressured ears the steps tighten, phantomatic fingers run through wet hair and tie the knots of destiny in black satin strings looms the grin of the devil, lips sealed, scarred by forced smiles and death's kiss tendril clouds, filaments of endless void waltz with panicked breaths and reap the voice of last words uttered without thought wash the ink off suicide notes - self-death threats that float like snowflakes of shedding flesh and shredded dreams siren's touc

Atvasara by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

La Fable du Pommetier by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

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La Fable du Pommetier

I. up on the hill there we laid down on the grass where we used to make love all day (kissing our burns and scars away) waiting for roses to come to life singing with jays and sparrows alike from the branches of an old crabapple tree. II. up on the hill there we sat down on the grass where we always let pass the days (pointing at stars, fireflies pray) waiting for the sun to die and spray bright blood in ink black skies sleeping under the crabapple tree. III. up on the hill there we broke down o

Wanderlust by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

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Wanderlust

I would have made you my world, if it meant having you. I would have travelled the dunes of your bare back A thousand and one nights and a hundred more days If I had the strenght to see you deserted. I would have jumped in your gaping-abyss pupils Without a second thought or look If you told me the darkness within would welcome me. I would have sailed the fjords that run your body Dawn sky blue - walked their waters most pure If i wasn't so afraid to drown in your veins. And I would have hiked through every single of your scars Journeyed every summit of your summer-worn skin Echoed your name in every valley If, in the end, you would forgi

A bottle of whiskey and a cartridge of ink by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

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A bottle of whiskey and a cartridge of ink

''It's late,'' he mutters under his caffeinated breath. The howling night sighs along with him, carrying winter in it's course. The wind seems to seep through the window's glass, threatening to extinguish the few candles that dimly light the living room, but he does not seem to mind. Despite the cold numbing his bones, his pen-crooked fingers keep dancing on the typewriter in salves of alphabetical charleston, filling the room with a symphony of words who sing an ode to his dearest muse. Of woodland touch and elvish grace, ''No. No. That's not right...'' His hands brutally stop, mid-chorus - the harmony is broken. Midnight strikes, but he

truth or dare by Hanachi-Shitsukki, literature

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truth or dare

you said you would draw my portrait because you loved my eyes i said i could never hope to paint yours. because honey, it's not that easy to catch will-o-wisps of passion that wander your heliodor iris such fierceness is beyond me. and darling, i just can't bring myself to muse on the chroma of your skin or the fabrics of your lips i'll never kiss. you said you would sing me sad songs because you missed me i said i could never find the right words. because honey, no matter how feverly i wrap my mind around your rose hips i can't describe their tango and virtue won't let me join in. and darling, it's so deceiving when even poetry can't qu

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Feb 25
Canada
Deviant for 13 years
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« I write. I draw. My feelings bleed into the ink, staining words on a once virgin paper. It is a sacrilege. It is a liberation. Sufferance is salutary. Soiling is art. Pain is the most dangerous of pleasures, the most beautiful of beauties. »

~Ask me about~
Commissions : points
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Requests : friends only
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Favourite Movies

It's only good if they die in the end.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The GazettE, Bullet for my Valentine, Escape the Fate, Cradle of Filth, KoRn, Billy Talent

Favourite Writers

Pierre Bottero, Patrick Sénécal, Stephen King, Howard Phillips Lovecraft, Dante Alighieri

Favourite Games

The Legend of Zelda~♥

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Hanachi-Shitsukki

May 16, 2014

~Goodbye~!

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It was a wonderful time on DA with you guys. I'm going to keep my account up so y'all can keep reading my things, but I suggest you save your favorites. I'm gonna be leaving now. I have an art blog at http://punklchops.tumblr.com. Otherwise, you may contact me by Skype. Cia, dA ♥

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Hanachi-Shitsukki

Oct 30, 2013

Most Horribly

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Okay, okay, I'll admit : I lied. I said a month ago that you were to expect short stories and more poems. I lied. It took a month, but here I am : two started, three others to go : the unfortunate fate of the american dream, a story of Death and a lost child, and the tale of a noble knight on his quest for a princess' salvation... Gratuitous plot twists, of course. So... Anyone interested?

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Hanachi-Shitsukki

Sep 4, 2013

new account / compte francais!!

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Bonjour les gens! Je sais que la plupart de vous qui me suivent parlent principalement anglais, et il faut dire qu'à date je n'ai rien posté en français ici. Mais bon, le français est ma langue maternelle, il faut bien que j'y travaille un peu. Donc voilà, ceux de vous qui parlent français et qui aimeraient me lire dans ma langue d'origine, vous pouvez me suivre à Ephoectique (https://www.deviantart.com/ephoectique). J'y posterai des traductions principalement mais aussi des textes inédits qui sont en français seulement. Au plaisir de vous y voir! // So yeah. I decided to post some french stuff. On a side note, I will definitely be writing more these days seeing as i am back