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                 FROM HELL WE COME, TO HELL WE GO

                       (i will remake this wretched world into my blessed image)

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soulfst:

@coeurpoupee    ♥    STARTER.

‘ hmm… all alone, love ? isn’t it a little late for a child to be roaming around here ? ‘ knuckles raise to prop her chin as she speaks — it was a bit strange seeing the girl without donovan, and though she didn’t fear the child, it seemed somewhat suspicious.

    “No.”     Straight, curt, and to-the-point, she snaps out the word- perhaps it would seem aggressive if she had the capacity to even show such a thing. But she cannot, and she doesn’t have the energy to pretend, so all she can do is spit out that one word, cross her arms, and stare at the ground.

    “...Not that dangerous.”

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@devoratrix. cont. from here

    She frequently turns to books and history for her own entertainment, but just reading about it isn’t nearly as exciting as hearing it straight from a man who saw it with his own two eyes. History was easily distorted depending on who was telling it, but she, at least, trusted Jedah to tell the truth. He hadn’t the lack of dignity to lie about it, after all.

    She climbs up onto a table in order to be closer to Jedah’s own eye level. She was nowhere near it on her own, and she wouldn’t be able to listen intently if she was so low. So she crosses her legs on the tabletop, hands folded in the lap of her skirt as she leans forward ever so slightly. “Can you tell me about where you came from? Not the Makai, but the human world. Back then, that is.”

    Her tone is quiet as ever, but there’s a little hint of excitement at the end of her sentences- not quite a question, simply because of her inability to muster up the vocal enthusiasm to make it sound like one, but it’s ever so slightly audible. That’s better than nothing for her.

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SONGS MEME!

RULES: SHARE FOUR SONGS/PIECES OF MUSIC THAT REPRESENT YOUR MUSE! Repost, Don’t Reblog!

tagged by: @adikema​

tagging: @alekkusu​ @soulfst​ @copygunner​

I. murder song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1.) AURORA. II. sneaky creatures. HALOU. III. shallows. DAUGHTER. V. spanish sahara. FOALS.

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iruinate > coeurpoupee because people kept misreading it

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playing as donovan is just Dad Simulator

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adikema:

He nods solemnly. He’s noticed.

“Making it… less dangerous. I fight monsters.”

There’s more to it, much more, but he has neither the words to describe it nor the ability to articulate them. Disillusioned with humanity as he is, there’s no denying those who would eliminate it entirely are, by definition, evil. To contest them is something very noble. Maybe he’d be proud of it, if he’d been treated differently in life.

Asterios is careful as he scoops up Anita, and even more so as he sets her on his knee once he’s shifted into a cross-legged position. He doesn’t mean to insult or patronize her; it’s simply easier to talk to her like this.

“Protect… those, who need… protecting.”

    She doesn’t react to being lifted, simply holding her doll a little tighter to ensure she doesn’t drop it as she listens to Asterios. Even without hearing his noble pursuits, she can tell his heart is pure- putting a hand to his skin to support herself, she would rather not share his emotions, but only feel. That is enough to earn her shallow, yet firm trust.

    “I see.” Anita hums absentmindedly and stares down at her knees, feet swinging absentmindedly. “A monster hunter.” She can’t help but be reminded of her own guardian. That kind of mindset was dangerous in a dog-eat-dog world like this, but either way, it was admirable.

    After a moment, she nods, looking back upwards. “It’s good. To protect.”

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ouch!

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— Muse Preferences! 

— bold: main preference, italics: secondary preference

Open curtains | Closed blinds Stray dog | House cat People | Pets Outside | Inside Half-empty | Half-full TV | Radio Sing | Dance Shoes | Sandals Cash | Credit Hike | Drive Casual | Elegant Center | Corner Sword | Shield Airplane | Boat Fizzy | Flat Garnished | Plain Extra salt | Extra pepper Spicy | Mild Record player | Digital media Opaque | Transparent White lies | Complete truth Blunt | Subtle Noisy | Silent Books | Music Familiar | New Youth | Experience Spoon | Fork and knife Knife | Baseball bat Space | Ocean Bow and arrow | Blow dart Love at first sight | Slow burn Freckles | Dimples Long eyelashes | Long fingers Soft lips | Sensitive neck Stubble | Thick hair Slow dance | Intimate conversation Candlelight dinner | Stargazing

tagged by: @devoratrix tagging: everyone.

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              ALLOW ME TO WEAVE A TALE FOR YOU.

 A tale of HEARTACHE, lose, embarrassment, shame and of course, public expulsion of the slippery black liquid that must surely be the blood of SATAN. My daughter is five. She is the light of my life and the most beautiful thing I have EVER SEEN. She loves ballet. She falls asleep during every performance we take her to but she LOVES it all the same. So when it came to that special time of year for her winter ballet concert, I was the PROUDEST man in the whole theater.                 As is customary at venues such as these, there was a lovely little bake sale set up in the entryway which housed all manner of DECADENT confectionaries and baked treats that both stirred my hunger and saddened it all the same. You see I am not a small man and a recent visit to the doctors had proven distressing. Healthier steps had to be taken to ensure that one day I would have the TEARFUL honor of giving my daughter away at her wedding, so of course I took those steps SERIOUSLY. Yet with my doctors advice still ringing in my ears, I could not help but SNEAK over to the table while my wife’s back was turned to peruse the assortment. Then, through the haze of custard-filled CUPCAKES, mouthwatering BROWNIES and tutu shaped SUGAR COOKIES, I saw them. A gleaming light at the end of a sweets filled tunnel; my SALVATION in the sea of sugar. If only I knew… If only I could have known. LOVINGLY wrapped in individual sized, hand-made plastic baggies and tied with delicate siphon ribbon, lay my SALVATION atop the mountains of delectable morsels. Gummy bears are not generally my thing, but after two weeks of STRICT DIETING and bearing the word “Sugar-free” emblazoned across the front, they might as well have been AMBROSIA from the Gods themselves. The adorable little girl behind the plastic folding table leaped up at my approach. She was younger than my daughter and wore the bright pink outfit of a ballerina with pride. She t u g g e d on her mothers arm and pointed to me with a huge smile wrapping from ear to ear. The mother welcomed me and asked what I’d like. I could hardly ( contain myself ) as I exclaimed 

“    three packages of gummy bears please!    ” 

In my exuberance I had drawn a little too much attention, in the form of my wife. She came over like a whisper in a field and asked what I was getting. In my GLEE I turned around with three of the packages tucked neatly into my arms wearing a smile to match my new friends. My loving wife FROWNED and tried to pull a package from my grasp but found them to be cemented in place. She chuckled at me and gave me the look that made me marry her.    

“   You can have one bag… now. Then rest you’ll have to save for later.   ” 

I kissed her and we readied ourselves for the performance of our daughter’s career. Little did I know, that she had once again saved my life. I merrily snacked on the little multi-colored gems of pure pleasure as the concert got underway. The girls where charming and the scene was ( festive. ) It was a perfect night… right up until the first rumble that alerted me to the possibility of danger. It started off quiet and subtle much like the performance, but soon it too grew to a CRESCENDO. As I shifted my weight in the hard plastic seats, I knew I was in trouble the moment I touched my brow. Beads of warning sweat had started to form, though soon the trickle would give way to a deluge. I LOOSENED my special Christmas tie and dabbed at my FACE with my sleeve in an effort to remain for the most important night of my daughters young life. My wife noticed my anguish and leaded over to ask me what was wrong. I tried to tell her… I really did, but the pain had become more then I could BEAR as a PAINFUL TIDE crashed upon my anus. Try as I might, the bears were fighting back, seemingly set on draining my body, in it’s entirety, of life giving liquid. It was no good. I would have to try to make it to the RESTROOM. I tried to excuse myself but the effort of even shifting my shaking legs told my body it was TOO LATE. If I moved it would be the end of me and all that I held dear. I sat in silent anguish, biting my lip to try and focus my mind on anything other than the pulsating waves of torment ACHING to breech the confines of my intestines. The c h e e r y holiday music sounded in STARK JUXTAPOSITION to the symphony of horrors growing ( inside of me. ) Then it happened. I thought it was n o t h i n g. It was just to relieve some of the pressure I told myself. What started as an attempt to allow only gas to leave quickly turned into a levy SHATTERING entirely. I gripped my wife’s hand and looked with tearful eyes into hers, begging for forgiveness as the expulsion SLOSHED like Niagara falls onto the theater floor. I sobbed silently as the shame overtook me and there was nothing else to do but expel the demon from my core. “Oh my God!” One woman cried as she was swept away in the torrent. She was NEVER SEEN again. I begged all that was HOLY, any Gods that were listening, to take pity on my wretched soul and deliver me from this hell. Yet none answered. There was only THE FLOW. It gushed out of me despite the screams of the others in my row and those around them. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried, but God help me… I didn’t. I couldn’t. The comingling of relief, searing pain and shame sounded in my cries for mercy. I must have blacked out from the pain. Because when I came to I was laying on my back in my own f i l t h with TWO PARAMEDICS standing over me. They were obviously trying to suppress their GAGGING as they worked on me. I couldn’t blame them. The stench was overwhelming; thick and oppressive like a sickly sweet blanket on a warm summers eve. As they carted me out I heard one of them screaming to a stage hand for a BUCKET… apparently I wasn’t done just yet. I begged them for my family but they simply SCREAMED The next two days were a blur of IV’s, doctors and what I think was an African Medicine man, though I was on some heavy duty painkillers. When I was finally r e l e a s e d I was mad. The shame was more than my fragile male ego could handle and I wanted JUSTICE. SURELY that mother had l a c e d the gummies with some kind of LAXATIVE like a sick twisted joke but after confronting the woman she told me that she had done nothing to the bears at all. Then she showed me the original package. A 5 pound bag of Haribo Sugerfree Gummy bears… and right there on the label was a warning. It was one she had taken a little too lightly. I researched further and found the very same treats here. I POURED over the reviews, each one worse than the last until finally I could come to only one conclusion. 

THE DEVIL HIMSELF MUST LAUGH AT WE MORTAL FOR WE ARE HIS PLAYTHINGS.

Also they were a little   too    chewy.

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adikema:

He sighs, long and heavy. The memories of that accursed labyrinth are as clear as they’d been when they’d been formed. Every day blurring together, no sign of day or night, having to take the lives of the humans sacrificed to him in order to eat… This topic is one he’d rather not dwell on.

“H, horrible. But, doesn’t… matter now. Better not to, think about it. Depressing.”

He tries to smile at her, earnestly this time, but it doesn’t last. He’d never learned the useful art of hiding one’s emotions.

    “You don’t have to talk about it. I understand.” Not that she’s ever experienced the same thing, but mindless days and nights of emptiness and loneliness call out to her memory in a way she’d rather not speak of. 

    “Humans are unforgiving and cruel.” Her voice soft enough that it was difficult to hear, she added the comment on without thinking, but it was rather telling anyways.

    “Are you traveling, then? It’s dangerous around here.”

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by the way, to explain my brief bouts of inactivity, im also @heavenrule and @drachenmord <3

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——— BUT ALL OF YOUR HEROES ARE GONE. and the blood they spilled is on my hands. A DARKNESS WILL BLOCK OUT THE SUN. not a thing can be done with so few men THAT A HERO COULDN’T DO! when the voice from the shadows calls you, when the wind whips past your ears, will you STAND when the weight is upon you, or will you GO TO YOUR KNEES IN FEAR? // ind / priv rp blog for count bleck from super paper mario. penned by reena. selective.

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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying