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file:     divinitystained  !  *

        an  easy  facade hangs over girlish features,    refusing to betray the instinctive  distaste  she feels in the presence of the madman.    instead babette smirks,    cordial and altogether  friendly,    gesturing to a basket on the table behind her.    “of course.    i have many flowers to choose from,    if you like.    deathbell and nightshade are  quite  popular for..    graves.”

       “     AH!     ”     clown,     fool of hearts reaches down,     takes a deathbell in his gloved hands and turns it once,     twice,     thrice,     before setting it back in the basket.     “     these will do perfectly mistress babette!     ”     he bows,     an elaborate flourish of immense grandeur.     “     mother always seems so happy with your flowers,     unchild     ---     i wouldn’t know of course.     doesn’t talk to me,     no,     no,     no!     cicero is not so lucky...     ”     a huff follows,     and he looks dangerously perturbed,     before his face splits once more into a grin.     “     nevertheless!     ---     ...     what else are you working on,     mistress?     ”     

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THE CHILDREN OF LEVIATHAN PT.     I:     serafina nikolovna erikova,     kazimir leviathanovich zubok,     judith amelie boucher.

       SERAFINA ERIKOVA     is the chosen champion of the great demon leviathan,     and by far his youngest daughter.     whilst during her life up until her execution she appeared fairly human aside from the bright golden eyes that are unique to children of leviathan,     this was simply due to the fact her body was battling with presenting a human facade from her mother’s side as a goddess     —     a sort of protective ability for self preservation which was compromised in the ritual that bound her.     in terms of forms that extend beyond humanoid,     serafina’s appearance comprises of parts akin to a lion fish,     and has venomous spines in her monstrous forms.     whilst she is the least trained of the children,     and less powerful because of it,     she has the most potential due to her god geneology.     she was born in japan,     kidnapped and put up for adoption in a god-fearing russian town now long gone from the map to test her reaction to holy objects,     and then kidnapped once more and taken to the luciferian order where she was groomed as future champion.

       KAZIMIR ZUBOK     is a son of leviathan,     and like serafina has thus far lived a rather human lifespan,     only a few years older than her.     he is a native russian,     and grew up under the impression his discoloured skin,     razor teeth and fins were a genetic mutation,     which even knowing his father’s heritage,     he still subscribes to.     kazimir’s monster forms are based off of a great white shark,     and he has a bloodlust akin to a shark’s.     furthermore,     as a child,     his shark-like physiology gave him the name akula,     or,        shark in russian.     he went out of his way to find and eliminate any other children of leviathan,     and was on his way to find serafina,     knowing that she was champion,     and judith.     however,     he became protective of serafina,     and housed her while she stayed in russia for over a year to escape the luciferian order.     he is 7′ tall,     which is not uncommon for children of leviathan     (     serafina is actually rather small for one at 5′9     ),     and is a fierce and brutal warrior who can regrow teeth that fall out.     he has been known to eat humans.

       JUDITH BOUCHER     is a daughter of leviathan,     and was born in france to a wealthy family,     though over a hundred years before serafina and kazimir.     she lived a lavish lifestyle,     but around the ages of five to six,     began developing an esca;     the ‘fishing rod’ of an angler fish.     this led to a heard but not seen development in her household.       her parents didn’t want to let anyone know that their daughter was abnormal,     but were deeply disturbed by her and her changing appearance,     so she was banned from venturing outside her property’s walls.       like kazimir,     and unlike serafina,     there was nothing else battling with the demonic side of her,     so she had no self perservation mechanism in protecting her true appearance.       when she discovered who her real father was,     she tipped off the man who had raised her,     sparking major fights between her mother and himself.     judith used the discordant nature of the household to kill the two of them at the age of 16,     and inherited the boucher name.     judith inherits her forms from various angler fish,     and is immensely powerful and dangerous,     and having found a way to hell through the ocean,     she has trained spartan with various other demon warlords.     she is a little shorter than 6′0,     and regards herself as the true champion of leviathan.     she also leads a largely carnivorous lifestyle.

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HELLO!

i’m still here, and i’ll be here on my other blogs as well!!!!! i’ve just been super depressed honestly but ALSO i’ve been slowly working on my novel so i’m on @leviathean

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'angel’ concept art from my novel.     if anyone steals these designs i’ll take their knees

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Vega Essermeant by Sergi Pons

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DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN SENTENCE STARTERS

“My name is ____. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.”

“You can’t kill me. I’m not alive.”

“I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar.”

“For your information, I’m worth a small fortune.”

“Wonders of technology, they can even program assholes these days.”

“Don’t put any more evidence in your mouth, you got it?”

“All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics.”

“Is the desire to be free a contagious disease?”

“I know it hasn’t always been easy, but I want you to know that I really appreciated working with you.”

“I really mean that. At least, I think I do.”

“Painting is not about replicating the world, it’s about interpreting and improving on it, showing something you see.“

“Well he can kiss my ass, I’m old enough to choose my own medications.”

“Humans are fragile machines.”

“Don’t leave, okay? Please don’t go! Don’t leave.”

“Don’t let anybody tell you who you are.”

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.”

“A war is coming, you’ll have to choose your side.”

“What could be worse than having to choose between two evils?”

“Deciding who you are can be the hardest thing.”

“You know where you can stick your instructions?”

“Adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features.”

“I was connected to it’s memory when it fired. I felt it die, like I was dying. I was scared.”

“I was scared.”

“You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be.’

“Hang on, hang on! We’re gonna save you, hang on!”

“You died in my arms and now you’re back here as if nothing happened. Fuck you!”

“One of you is my partner, the other is a sack of shit. Question is, who is who?”

“I’d give anything for us to be able to roll back the clock.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore. All of my options are bad ones. No matter what I decide, I know there will be blood.”

“I hope you make it out safely. You deserve some happiness.”

“When the world falls into darkness, some men have the courage to lead it out. You are one of those men.”

“Why do you never do what I say?”

“I was just a machine taking orders. It wasn’t really me.”

“You’ll have to protect yourself, and make your choices. Decide who you are, and wanna become“

“Your heart is troubled. A part of shadow and a part of light. Which will prevail?”

“You’re lost. You’re looking for something. You’re looking for yourself.”

“Forgetting who you are, to become what someone needs you to be, maybe that’s what it means to be alive.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

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demons are hot and thats just the way it is

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his name is nazeem dubois     &     i love him... 

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@steelel

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@janeives

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i did a study  !

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during my time in the rpc, ive made a lot of mistakes. a lot i can blame my ignorance or my lack of knowledge for, but i also have to be accountable, and i have to acknowledge my actions. i have stood by, and unwittingly done things that were racist, that were reactionary, that were again and again wrong, and i do have trouble with situations and social aspects, i dont know everything, i am still learning, but i take responsibility for this. what i learnt at my old blogs, innocend, and gryffindheir/nevlls, was that i have to be accountable, and i have to be responsible. 

i have grown so much just in the last four months, and i have had various wake up calls to unlearning my toxic behaviour in real life too. i am just so thankful for you who gave me a second chance, some of you who gave me multiple chances, and i will continue to learn and grow. i really do think i am a much better person than i was, a much more learned person than i was, and i am just so, so grateful for being allowed, and given the opportunity to write here alongside such talented people, of all different backgrounds and walks of life. i have met some of the most amazing people during my time here, and i am forever, so appreciative for the opportunity to grow and better myself. 

i am so excited to see where i go from here, in terms of personal self growth, and i am so excited to make new memories here with you all. 

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       ❛     DOVAHKIIN...     ❜     his voice is a rumble,     beating wings cutting through the air as he perches on a higher raised rock somewhere in the flat lands where everett had called for him.     they had been engaging in tinvaak for a while,     &     as the dovah learnt more of everett,     the more he pondered.     a fox skirts around the dragon’s form,     weaving around a thumb claw     &     dipping under his belly.     smoke is expelled from his nostrils,     as the fire nestled between his bones smoulders.      ❛     you try so hard to keep vus     ---     nirn     ---     from the clutches of that you perceive as evil,     tamriel safe...     yet you war with your kin,     ravage the lands for your mindol...     ---     why  ?     ❜     he is of a kind who battles through words,     through debate.     not through use of claws     &     spilling of blood of his own brethren.     he does not understand.  

@DOVAHSIILS

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one liner starter call? i know i don't yet have bios for everyone but please specify muse. im more than happy to give you a synopsis ❤

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might fuck around might practice a dead religion

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Meyye! Tahrodiis aanne! Him hinde pah liiv! Zu'u hin daan!

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GENJI S.

❛  she  is  no  child  .  do  not  treat  her  as  such  .  ❜      wretchedness  falls  upon  us  ,  the iniquity  of  oblivion  .  in  contrast  ,  there  is  purity  in  lucidity  ,  being  aware  of  all  that  there  is  around  you  all  too  much  .  she  must  feel  that  ,  being  reminded  of  how  much  she  is  seen  in  her  infancy  whilst  they  revel  in  violent  splendours  (  speak  :  there  was  first  blood  ,  and  the  thirst  for  blood  goaded  by  the  body’s  seed  as  if  by  salt  )  .  but  he  …  he  has  an  improbable  heart  that  not  even  he  can  understand  ,  no  matter  how  much  destiny  tries  to  tear  it  from  him  .      ❛  she  has  been  through  more  than  most  could  fathom  …  ❜      together  ,  they  are  :  the  massacre  of  the  body  ,  finding  monstrosity  in  the  restrictive  and  the  binding  of  war  gods  to  serve  a  specific  purpose  .  it  is  almost  as  if  his  words  speak  not  only  to  her  ,  but  to  him  –  maybe  even  to  him  alone  .  bites  lip  ,  marble  touch  fleeting  .

       ❛     OH,     THE DEFIANCE IN YOUR VOICE IS TO DIE FOR.     ❜     cesare returns to the chair he was sitting in,     the crackling of a fire the only ambience present aside from the chatter of beasts in the hallows of the castle they resided in.     head is downturned,     looks up slowly as eyes stare up at sparrow.     ❛     my apologies.     ❜     he’s silent,     listening to the cyborg talk,     listening to him describe this girl.      he is part of the war gods,     part of the machine that turns     &     dictates who lives     &     who dies,     whose blood is splattered along the halls,     who matters,     &     who doesn’t.     the pale rider death is not one man,     but all the men who sit in pews in silken garments with their servants     &     their girl-fruit ripe for picking,     daggers in hand     &     sex on their tongue.     cesare cannot deny his part in this infernal machine,     &     by his part,     he is part of the machine that is cause for he before him to have suffered;     suffered     &     languished.     his words hurt him,     for cesare is reminded of his role in suffering,     his role in pain,     &     for once it is a pain he does not enjoy,     does not coax pleasure from.

       ❛     you talk of yourself,     as much as her.     ❜     he is hypnotic,     tantalising even in his silent war of self.     clawed fingers grip into the wooden arms of his throne of solitude,     &     he leans forward.       ❛     come closer,     little bird     ---     you intrigue me.     ❜